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what's your favorite way to dull the pain? i haven't found a way to replace you.

[thickskill]

#𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭   ·   dependent  muse  blog  for            written  by  𝑨   (   she/any  pst 27   )

𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘻 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘢            he/him    thirty one     tommy martinez 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦-𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵            she/her    twenty five     savannah lee smith 𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘪𝘥            he/him    forty nine    timothy olyphant                  

[charlottries]

Status: Closed to @thickskill Location: Lottie's cabin.

"Thanks for stopping by," Lottie said brightly, voice taking on the affected cheer of a holiday worker instead of someone in a good mood. "I was having a nice visit with someone earlier and I confiscated something I thought you might be interested in. No names, don't want to break confidentially, so just consider it a gift." Digging beneath her bed, Lottie pulled out an inconspicuous, reusable shopping bag with a cutesy saying on the front before holding it out to Alden, smiling like she hadn't invented a reason to call him over after getting off the phone with a dreaded Parental Figure.

[thickskill]

alden was in a blissful state as he entered his coworker's cabin, relieved to have recently gotten off of work. though he lived for this job, for his campers — his clients, as he fondly ( secretly ) thought of him in his head — working directly with young people all day long could get a bit taxing. especially when he had to be sober all day. oh how he longed for the days when didn't crave the sweet release of a low level, functional buzz. " aww, for me ? " the older of the two reached out and grabbed the bundle with the enthusiasm of a child in a candy store, digging his hand inside and pulling out a bottle of low tier red wine. " oh, is it my birthday ? " alden played along, reading the label in a low, sing-songy voice. " someone is definitely missing this semi dry red blend. you have glasses ? if i drink it straight out of the bottle i'll lose my grown up license. "

[motelvinyl]

placing  items  on  the  shelf  in  front  of  her,  catalina  could  only  shake  her  head—  a  playful  eye  roll  accompanying  it  as  well.  winter  was  so  dramatic,  different  from  her  usual  calm  being  (  unless  it  was  anger  …  cat  could  show  anger  like  she  was  hell  and  the  high  water  ).  it  made  her  love  her  even  more.  "  go  get  yourself  a  coffee  and  let  them  know  you  can  have  it  for  free,  "  she  chuckled  as  she  finished  up  straightening  everything  out.  while  she  didn't  care  much  about  the  shop,  she  did  want  it  to  look  at  least  inviting  for  the  guest.  "  also  get  me  a  slice  of  banana  nut  bread,  please,  i  need  to  finish  this.  "

[thickskill]

she batted her eyelashes a few times, moving like a cartoon character she envisioned in her head. " will you make it ? " her tone ached with tenderness, like a child asking for desert before dinner. " no offense to the barista right now but i like it better when you make it. you do that thing with the brown sugar syrup. " though she'd never admit it, and perhaps wasn't even aware, winter lived for subtly convincing others to do what she asked. it was a bad habit, at best, and an exercise in power, at worst. a behavior she couldn't remember not having. " please. i'll help you with inventory, if you want. "

[dillhikes]

@greenhikestarters Who: Open Starter Location: A trail in the woods

Seen that tree before. Seen that tree before. Seen that tree before. Or at least that's what Dillon kept repeating over and over again in his mind as he followed the other down the trail. It wasn't like he was new to the Greenhike trails by any means, but that didn't mean he was totally incapable of getting himself turned around from time to time. "I know you said the plan was to head back to camp, but I'm starting to get that feeling that if we were close, we'd have passed it like two or three times by now. That pile of bear shit is starting to feel a little to familiar for my liking. You sure you know where you're going?"

[thickskill]

" oh my god, can you stop doubting me ! " voice is shrill and loud, but it's good for warding off wild animals, at least. in truth, spatial awareness was not winter's strong suit. map reading was one of those abilities she ranked alongside doing long division or manually keeping time — there were apps for that. she needed to spend her time more thoughtfully, lounging in bed, taking hot baths, relaxing. " how could we be lost ? i swear we're gonna pass that nasty old cabin like any second. the one with the roof caved in, you know what i'm talking about ? it's like ... right on the edge of the property. people used to fuck in it in the eighties, or something. " she walked a bit faster than him, subconsciously trying to ease her nerves. what if they really were lost ?

[jack-parker]

Sam had been wanting to relax after another call from his dad. Dave had repeated, again, that this would be good for him- therapeutic. He’d scoffed and hung up. Now he was here, about to enjoy the hot tub solo when Winter had beat him to it.

He raised his hands up to show he had meant no harm. ”Got it, no entertainment, just silent. I wasn’t exactly here for a rousing time, either.” Sam nodded at her comment about the river. No funny ha ha’s- not that the dank, murky waters were fun.

“Yeah, gross. And I would hate jumping into cold water like that. I’d leave that to the adrenaline junkies.”he said as he got in.

[thickskill]

" god no ! silence is worse. " she spoke fast, her words often sounding more abrasive than she intended. " i hate the quiet. i sleep with a white noise machine and everything. " winter watched him closely as he got into the hot tub, dark eyes prying, combing his frame as if she'd find something abnormal about him. as though people wore their secrets on the surface. if winter was anything, she was nosy, forever curious about others, endlessly searching their insides and outsides. " cold water is fine in the summer, but i'm not a polar bear. plus, dying of hypothermia is one of the least sexiest ways to die. " a semblance of a grin curled the corner of her mouth upwards. " i bet if you die at camp you get stuck here. like the murder house in american horror story. do you believe in ghosts ? "

[charlottries]

@greenhikestarters Status: Open Location: Camp Greenhike cabins

"This is a verified, certified form of therapy. They actually have this as a business in some places." Lottie explained as she carefully dabbed at the canvas with her paint brush, trying to channel the Bob Ross videos she'd watched on youtube the night before. "It lets you channel your emotions into a creative outlet and the wine - well, come on, wine never hurts. It's just one glass and that makes it medicinal. As long as it's red wine, don't forget that part."

[thickskill]

" you mean like a paint and sip kinda thing ? isn't that for ... first dates and groups of women in their 40s ? " though he might protest with his words, damie was actually quite excited to be doing some kind of therapy that didn't involve sitting in a room and talking about his relationships with his parents. the blonde was admittedly one of his favorite counselors — her out of the box ideas were refreshing, even if he didn't have the sureness to tell her. " just one glass ? i gotta slow down. " damie placed the beverage down delicately, turning his full attention to the canvases, glancing back and forth between hers and his own. " how'd you get the sky to look like that ? mine looks like mud. "

[thickskill]

CLOSED STARTER  | @noamurphy LOCATION   |   camp giftshop and cafe

arms knit across his chest, damie was plagued with varied contemplation. did he really want a coffee bad enough to stand in line ? did he even like coffee ? what was he going to order ? was the giftshop always this boisterous and filled with campers ? however, the main question on his mind weighed on him the heaviest : how did he know the barista ? it wasn't often that damie recognized strangers, as he liked to keep his head down and mind his own business to a reclusive degree, but her visage, lovely as it was, set off alarms in his head. anyone graced by her presence could tell that the barista was beautiful, but there was something more there. it gnawed in the back of his brain like he gnawed on the inside of his cheek. approaching the front of the line, he had no choice but to ask, " do ... do i know you ? "

[thickskill]

OPEN STARTER   | @greenhikestarters LOCATION  |   in the forest near the gorge

it's worth noting that damie didn't usually interact with others on the trail at all — he respected the land too much to interrupt it's peaceful quietude — but even less often than that did he ever venture this close in proximity to people he didn't know well. he made sure to be gentle as he tugged the other backwards in a last minute rescue attempt, fingers desperately gripping to the hood of their jacket. " don't go that way ! " timbre shook with urgency. the path before them split into two branches, one popular and worn, one unmaintained. the latter of which was webbed with pointy green vines. " there's poison oak. " releasing the other, he motioned toward the plant, reveling briefly in it's unassuming beauty. " the whole trail's covered in it. believe me, you don't wanna go down there. " the male trailed off, failing to mention the rumors of hikers going missing after heading that direction.

[backtrails]

"The Enclave and the Wraith's Den are different establishments with different atmospheres. Drinking and working at two different places isn't unheard of." Daniel commented as he straightened a coaster on the wooden countertop. That was the kind of habit that Daniel always associated with fussy, suburban moms, worrying about water stains on furniture, and even ending up with his own kid hadn't changed that habit. Work, however, had made it happen. @greenhikestarters

[thickskill]

" it's only a problem when you're working and drinking at the same time. " it's an off-hand comment about his own habits, but alden chose not to add any details. he wasn't drunk enough, yet. " this spot is way more your scene anyway, man. you ever feel like you have a work self and a non work self ? sometimes i wish i could just be the same all the time. " in truth, alden was known for melding his personal and professional life into one disorganized, unboundaried mess, but he wasn't in the mood to think about himself. he'd rather psychoanalyze one of his old friends. mischief warped his mouth into a grin. " gimme your best bartender smirk. "

[thickskill]

CLOSED STARTER  | @dillhikes LOCATION  |  outside greedy's gas station

love, reignited. oaken eyes were wide with disbelief as damie watched the other male coast up on his motorcycle. he may as well have wandered up with one of the male's ex lovers on his arm. ( no ... the bike meant more to him than that. ) romance was fleeting. the relationship he'd once had with his bike was more akin to a sailor and his vessel. all blood and sweat, an exterior organ that his body had learned to live without. damie approached slowly, just as he would with any customer, but his gaze was incessant, boring into the beast as though it may just disappear entirely. " she yours ? "

[bobbybriggs]

TOMMY MARTINEZ Good Trouble - (04.13)

[siriusold-deactivated20181013]

“You need to forgive yourself for testifying against your girl.”  “You know about that?”

[luvwvv]

[thickskill]

CLOSED STARTER  | @sanchezechos LOCATION  |  camp giftshop and cafe

" my espresso machine literally blew up this morning. " it wasn't unlike winter to be hyperbolic, no matter the time of day. " i'm all like, trying to be a joy or whatever. bring laughter to society in the morning even though i'm so, so tired. and the world spat in my face like no bitch ! you can't have the citrus infused latte of your dreams. you have to be basic. " she reached a slender arm over the coffee station counter, placing her hand on top of cat's to really emphasize how badly she needed her caffeine. " please, mother, save me from the horrors. i need something sweet and extra like asap. "

[thickskill]

OPEN STARTER | @greenhikestarters LOCATION | the hot tub behind the rec hall

" i don't mind that you're here i just ... " winter bobbed up and down in the hot tub, crossing her arms over her chest as if she didn't crave their eyes — anyone's eyes — on her. " i'm trying to relax right now, so don't expect any entertainment. i don't do silly ha-ha's for free. " it was just like the girl to automatically assume that people knew about her stand up comedy, let alone cared enough to bug her about it. " i refuse to swim in the river. there's definitely brain eating amoeba's in there just waiting to chew on my cerebellum, or whatever. " ( her inner monologue notes: cerebellum would make a beautiful baby girl name, but she won't jest out loud, won't contradict herself. ) making room for the other, she draped a lanky arm over the edge of the hot tub. " plus, it's freezing this time of year. cold plunges are some rich hippie shit, and should be illegal. "

[thickskill]

OPEN STARTER | @greenhikestarters LOCATION | the northern mouth of the footbridge

" shit, " alden spoke a bit too loud, as he always did, peering towards the other with a guilt that could only be likened to a child caught with their hand in a cookie jar. a stark contrast in comparison to his maturity, if one could call it that. though his body aged, his demeanor desperately dug it's heels into youth. a skinny joint was nestled between his index finger and thumb, as he leaned out over the edge of the footbridge's railing. " this isn't what it looks like. first of all, i'm off the clock... second of all — do you see movement, down there ? " he pointed haphazardly towards the river below while simultaneously pulling from the joint. smoke poured out of the side of his mouth furthest from the other, as if they wouldn't notice what he was doing.

[xenacallisto]

Naked Singularity (2021)