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You cleared them all out, I assume?

Well today sucks more than usual.

Nightmares suck ass and I’m all out of Sunny D and the stores wouldn’t be getting more in until tomorrow.

#chat

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the woods are dark and deep by atticus lee.

#art #yay atti's art cause idk what else to do woohoo

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THE SMITHS - There is a Light That Never Goes Out (1986)

#music

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So... You like the smell of sin? That's pretty original. Are they? So, he with no name, how do you spot these sinners?

Good evening, beacon hills.

Trust me, my dear. I never said that I’m not a fan. In fact, I find it much moreappealing. Simple people, pretending to have simple lives, but, in reality, they all sneak behind each others’ backs, seeking minor thrills to alleviate their dull and dismal existence. They’re actually quite intriguing if you know how to spot them.

#chat #oh god no don't even worry i know EXACTLY #(i just reminded myself of atonement what) #no but really it's like #really cool i wish i had one #why couldn't i have been attacked by a dog waaaah #actually i was but that scars on my arm random rant ok

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That's a bit poetic of you. If you're not a fan, why are you here? Just curious. I mean, it's not like you're the only one who's less than fond of Beacon Hills.

Good evening, beacon hills.

This quaint little town wreaks of sin.

#aw gaspaaaaard #his scar-dimple actually makes him more attractive? what even #chat #right but he's so good at playing creepy characters it's awesome

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#just gonna observe the drama from my corner ok #photo

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// OKAY IS JACKSON DYING THOUGH PLS NO

#:| #8| #:'( #(insert an assortment of sad faces HERE)

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Um. You seem to be having a sort of... Shitty time. Is there anything I can... Can I help?

I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

I’m fucked. I’m so fucked.

#that awkward moment when i reply to this even tho awkward #cause there's nothing else to do #except sleeping pfft #chat

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Atticus laughed at Elle's suggestion, shaking her head. Hair came down around her shoulders, and Atticus had to tuck it behind her ears to keep it from covering her eyes. "I'd buy it, but it just makes me really... Jittery, I guess. Too much sugar for an already ridiculous human being," Atti shrugged. "I definitely approve of your taste, though." Atticus nodded, her eyes moving down to her shoes. "Thanks," she said quietly. "I'm not good at much else, anyway."

Atticus bit down on her bottom lip as Elle explained, and the corners of her lips quirked up in a shy sort of smile. "Cool," Atticus blurted out, before covering her mouth, and laughing. "I mean, one of the reasons I'm into painting is because it's so messy, I think. My apartment's a total mess," she grimaced, but a laugh escaped her chest. 

"I used to really like it. My, uh, Mama - she didn't like it. It was like coke for me and my little brother, so she hardly ever bought it. We usually had to convince Papa to get it for us," she laughed again, and began scratching at the back of her neck. "Why the love for it? Just a fan of the sugar rush? Or...?"

'Food' Shopping → The Lovely Atticus && The Sarcastic Elle

WHO: Elizabeth Michael && Ingrid Atticus Lee

WHEN: Saturday Night

WHERE: The Grocery Store

NOTES: So I said to myself sit down, sit down you're rockin tha boat. Etc.

#food shopping #para

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hi this is tasmin i am

in a really bad mood and

continue to grow angrier despite having no reason so

i'm going to respond to that para later 

#okay

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"Hey," Atticus nodded. She moved her hand forward to shake Elle's, but, quickly remembering the paint on her hand, gestured to her palms. "Sorry about that," she murmured, laughing. Atticus reached past Elle to the shelf holding juice, and picked out a couple of cartons of Orange Juice. "Thirsty," Atticus mumbled sheepishly as an explanation, tucking the cartons under her arm. She shrugged, a blush growing underneath her skin.

Atticus raised her eyebrows at Elle - while she didn't know the girl, it wasn't as though she was a good liar by any means. She nodded slowly, her jaw slowly growing set into a stronger line. "Oh," Atticus tuned back in, and laughed slightly. "Yeah. I guess. I'm supposed to paint a series for a gallery opening back home - Chicago - but I'm not... Sure. I do love to paint, though. I'm covered in it in nearly all my baby photos."

Atticus noticed a sort of glint in Elle's eyes, and cocked her head. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to look deeper into Elle was feeling. It was a sort of habit of hers - even with strangers. She almost constantly did her best to understand the people around her - how they functioned, how they felt, why they did the things they did. "Do you like to paint?" Atticus asked, before she looked down at Elle's cart. She laughed, and shook her head playfully. "I don't think you've got nearly enough Sunny D there."

'Food' Shopping → The Lovely Atticus && The Sarcastic Elle

WHO: Elizabeth Michael && Ingrid Atticus Lee

WHEN: Saturday Night

WHERE: The Grocery Store

NOTES: OKAY WE'RE ALL AWESOME... Do Vampires drink Orange Juice? We're just gonna go with that. Okay.

#food shopping #para

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#WOW OAKY #OKAY EVEN #WE NEED A KIKO MIZUHARA #OKAY #YEAH #PLS #or i'll just make her one of atticus' exes #mb

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#i'm attempting to find an artist so i can use their art as atticus' so if you have any cool quirky weird artists you should send me their... #:3 ok.

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'Food' Shopping → The Lovely Atticus && The Sarcastic Elle

WHO: Elizabeth Michael && Ingrid Atticus Lee

WHEN: Saturday Night

WHERE: The Grocery Store

NOTES:  Dude shut up you're awesome.

Atticus' feet carried her lightly down the sidewalk she walked on, her limbs light and - seemingly - graceful. But her fingers shook with the simple effort it took to make herself walk, and they seemed to ache each time she tried stretching them out. Atticus found herself in an almost remarkable amount of pain; it ran through her lithe muscles. The pain curved down her spine, down the muscles of her legs, and tightened the muscles of her arms. She did her best to ignore it, to keep herself walking steadily and safely, but it took more effort than she ever would've liked to admit.

She pulled a small, braided bracelet off of her wrist, and began twisting it around between her fingers. While her mind lingered on the pain she felt, the bracelet served as a distraction for her shaking limbs. Atticus turned suddenly, making her way into a small grocery store. She wandered the aisles up and down, glancing down at her paint-stained hands for a moment. She must've looked a mess, she thought, with her hair a large, hanging trail behind her, paint staining up her arms, and her close not without their fair share of paint stains. Atticus had been painting before she'd decided she had to leave for awhile, and obviously hadn't thought to wash herself up.

The girl walked down the aisles aimlessly, not finding any interest in anything surrounding her. As she made her way down an aisle with about six different brands of apple juice - Atticus took the liberty of counting - she noticed a girl just making her way down the aisle. The girl looked slightly familiar - she couldn't place from where - and she made her way forward slowly, counting the colors of juice she could see. Finally, the silence from the girl, her eyes swollen and reddened, became too much for her to take, and she stepped in her field of vision. "Hi, I'm Atticus. Are you okay?" She asked wearily, her voice soft and quiet. While Atti herself had a habit of being impersonal, she seemed to expect more of others. She almost could've laughed at herself - spending her Saturday night in a grocery store, covered in paint, asking a stranger if she was alright. But everyone's a stranger, Atticus thought, until you know them.

#food shopping #para #I LOVE IT #IT'S SO ORGANIZED #PLS

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Because they care about you? I mean... I'm sorry for saying this, because I don't know you, but generally when people say they're 'fine' (or 'better than fine'), they aren't. That's in my experience. But, I mean, you should be happy people care. Just... Be yourself, and maybe things will go back to normal. I know the feeling. It... Gets worse, though. I'm nearly in the same boat as you.

I don't understand,

Why should they be worried, Atti? There’s nothing to worry about. I’m fine. I’m better than fine. God damnit, I feel like my skin is crawling.

#like an addict basically? #like not feeling hungry but his mental state is in peril? #that's really interesting actually #i'm having a lot of fun developing atticus using her need for blood #:D #chat

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Oh, God, alright. It's cool. You should go for one, then. Or come along on mine. As much as Beacon Hills is lacking, it seems to have a wide array of places to walk.

The people in the next apartment over...

Oh no. That’d make me sound like a total jerk. No, jealous of your walk. 

#like grace violet wAaaaahahaha #(cue mental breakdown) #chat

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At least... People are worried, though, right? Your 'reassurances' lack reassurance.

I don't understand,

why everyone is telling me that I’m so different now, since I got back in town. I’m perfectly fucking fine.

#i c that ram poster in the background #lbr it's otp #chat