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‚Äú the secret to a good trick? make people look the wrong way¬†‚ÄĒ- works every time, dear. ‚ÄĚ
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‚Äú¬† that¬† ...¬† sounds¬† more¬† like¬† a¬† misdirect¬† than¬† a¬† trick. ‚ÄĚ
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(¬† tagging¬† @bureavcratic‚Ä謆 )
there‚Äôs¬† irony¬† that¬† one¬† of¬† the¬† first¬† familiar¬† faces¬† from¬† mystic¬† falls¬† he¬† sees¬† is¬† the¬† creepy¬† fish¬† monster¬† that¬† one¬† tried¬† to¬† kill¬† him¬† in¬† kansas¬† when¬† he¬† was¬† searching¬† for¬† his¬† birth¬† mother.¬† ¬†it‚Äôs¬† just¬† as¬† scaly¬† and¬† gross¬† as¬† he¬† remembers,¬† and¬† he‚Äôs¬† mumbling¬† as¬† much¬† as¬† he¬† runs¬† for¬† his¬† life¬† in¬† the¬† opposite¬† direction.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† great.¬† great.¬† reprieve¬† has¬† monsters.¬† no¬† friends,¬† no¬† family,¬† but¬† monsters¬† ?¬† ¬†sure¬† !¬† ¬†why¬† not¬† ?!¬† ‚ÄĚ
his¬† shoes¬† skid¬† across¬† the¬† floor¬† when¬† he¬† scrambles¬† into¬† the¬† closest¬† building,¬† shutting¬† the¬† door¬† and¬† throwing¬† his¬† back¬† against¬† it¬† to¬† keep¬† it¬† from¬† whipping¬† back¬† open.¬† ¬†it¬† bangs¬† behind¬† him,¬† the¬† monster¬† fighting¬† to¬† get¬† through,¬† and¬† he¬† grits¬† his¬† teeth¬† as¬† he¬† throws¬† all¬† of¬† his¬† weight¬† back¬† towards¬† the¬† door.¬† ¬†frantically,¬† his¬† eyes¬† scan¬† the¬† room¬† and¬† lock¬† onto¬† a¬† familiar¬† face.¬† ¬†it‚Äôs¬† a¬† bar,¬† he¬† thinks,¬† so¬† hopefully¬† the¬† lone¬† occupant¬† isn‚Äôt¬† too¬† drunk¬† and¬† can¬† actually¬† help¬† him.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† no,¬† finish¬† your¬† beer.¬† it‚Äôs¬† cool. ‚Ä̬† ¬†he¬† says¬† casually,¬† as¬† the¬† door¬† clatters¬† and¬† bangs¬† behind¬† him.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† i‚Äôve¬† got¬† this. ‚Ä̬† ¬†he¬† absolutely¬† DOES¬† NOT¬† got¬† this¬† and¬† he‚Äôs¬† sure¬† it‚Äôs¬† written¬† plainly¬† across¬† his¬† face.¬†¬†
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(¬† tagging¬† @minnienotamouse‚Ä謆 )
‚Äú¬† i‚Äôm¬† not¬† doing¬† this. ‚Ä̬† his¬† tone¬† is¬† vehement,¬† words¬† final,¬† as¬† he¬† crosses¬† his¬† arms¬† over¬† his¬† chest.¬† he‚Äôs¬† standing¬† as¬† far¬† away¬† from¬† the¬† edge¬† of¬† the¬† lake¬† as¬† possible,¬† blinking¬† blearily¬† out¬† into¬† the¬† foggy¬† water¬† in¬† the¬† distance.¬† ¬†he¬† can‚Äôt¬† swim,¬† for¬† starters,¬† and¬† that¬† fog¬† looks¬† like¬† something¬† straight¬† out¬† of¬† a¬† horror¬† movie.¬† ¬†sure,¬† if¬† something¬† grabs¬† him¬† and¬† drags¬† him¬† under,¬† he¬† won‚Äôt¬† die,¬† but¬† it‚Äôll¬† make¬† him¬† even¬† more¬† terrified¬† of¬† water¬† than¬† he¬† already¬† is.¬† ¬†so¬† no.¬† no¬† thank¬† you.¬† ¬†even¬† in¬† a¬† canoe,¬† like¬† the¬† one¬† minnie¬† has¬† that¬† is¬† supposedly¬† going¬† ¬†to¬† take¬† them¬† to¬† the¬† island¬† with¬† the¬† pokemon¬† gym¬† just¬† out¬† of¬† reach,¬† doesn‚Äôt¬† feel¬† safe¬† enough.¬† ¬†hell¬† no.¬† NO¬† WAY.¬† no.¬†¬†‚Äú¬† mewtwo‚Äôs¬† not¬† worth it. ‚Ä̬† ¬†sorry,¬† mewtwo.¬† he‚Äôs¬† always¬† been¬† more¬† of¬† a¬† fire-type¬† pokemon¬† guy¬† anyway.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† here‚Äôs¬† a¬† concept¬† ‚ÄĒ¬† what¬† if¬† we¬† just¬† went¬† home.¬† there‚Äôs¬† probably¬† not¬† enough¬† people¬† out¬† there¬† to¬† even¬† do¬† the¬† raid¬† ...¬† and¬† my¬† phone‚Äôs¬† about¬† to¬† die,¬† and¬† we¬† didn‚Äôt¬† bring¬† snacks. ‚Ä̬† ¬†and¬† he‚Äôs¬† running¬† out¬† of¬† excuses,¬† so¬† hopefully¬† one¬† of¬† them¬† lands.¬†¬†
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(¬† tagging¬† @nephilimxeve‚Ä謆 )
you¬† can¬† give¬† a¬† man¬† cool¬† powers,¬† but¬† this¬† does¬† not,¬† in¬† fact,¬† make¬† the¬† man¬† himself¬† cool.¬† this¬† is¬† proven¬† as¬† he¬† waves¬† his¬† hands¬† like¬† a¬† wizard,¬† throwing¬† them¬† out¬† forwards¬† as¬† fireballs¬† shoot¬† from¬† them.¬† with¬† precision,¬† unlike¬† the¬† first¬† few¬† hundred¬† times¬† he‚Äôs¬† tried,¬† they¬† hit¬† the¬† targets¬† across¬† the¬† field¬† and¬† burst¬† into¬† flames.¬† ¬†he¬† whoops,¬† hands¬† thrown¬† up¬† in¬† the¬† air,¬† but¬† curses¬† and¬† yells,¬†¬†‚Äú¬† RUN¬† ! ‚Ä̬† ¬†as¬† a¬† stray¬† fireball¬† flies¬† out¬† and¬† threatens¬† to¬† scorch¬† them¬† both.¬† ¬†he¬† throws¬† himself¬† out¬† of¬† the¬† way,¬† tumbling¬† into¬† an¬† awkward¬† roll¬† as¬† he¬† ends¬† up¬† flat¬† on¬† his¬† back.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† i¬† still¬† say¬† that‚Äôs¬† progress. ‚Ä̬† ¬†he¬† adds¬† as¬† he¬† forces¬† himself¬† into¬† a¬† sitting¬† position.¬†¬†‚Äú¬† neither¬† one¬† of¬† us¬† caught¬† on¬† fire,¬† and¬† the¬† field‚Äôs¬† still¬† standing. ‚Ä̬† minus¬† one¬† scorched¬† spot¬† but¬† hey¬† ‚ÄĒ¬† nobody‚Äôs¬† perfect.¬†¬†
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(¬† tagging¬† @trinamed‚Ä謆 )
there’s  an  old  playground  out  behind  the  old  train  station  in  the  echo  district,  one  that’s  clearly  not  seen  any  T&C  for  years  if  he’d  had  to  guess.   it  was  covered  in  rust,  the  swings  hanging  from  a  busted  chain,  and  something  tagged  onto  the  metal  slide  with  what  looked  like  paint.   like  the  motel,  he  looked  at  it  as  something  he  could  use  to  distract  himself;  to  fix.   he  couldn’t  fix  his  circumstances,  or  the  ache  in  his  chest  that  came  with  missing  the  people  he  cared  about  most,  but  this  he  could  do.  
today  it  looks  brand  new.  he’d  scraped  off  all  the  rust  and  repainted  the  metal  poles  a  bright  blue  before  hanging  up  new  chains  for  the  swings.  the  slide  had  taken  hours  to  scrape  all  the  paint  off,  make  sure  there  was  nothing  left  behind,  but  it  gleamed  now  like  it  had  never  been  messed  up.   he  was  ...  proud,  in  all  honesty.   of  course  now  that  it  looked  less  like  somewhere  you’d  need  a  tetanus  shot  after  visiting,  it  was  usually  pretty  crowded,  but  he  didn’t  mind.   in  the  dead  of  night,  when  the  cicadas  were  chirping  and  families  were  home  in  their  beds,  it  was  all  his.  
it‚Äôs¬† where¬† he¬† is¬† tonight,¬† toes¬† dragging¬† in¬† the¬† sand¬† woodchips¬† beneath¬† his¬† feet¬† as¬† he¬† reads¬† comic¬† books¬† on¬† his¬† phone.¬† tonight¬† it‚Äôs¬† hawkeye,¬† the¬† matt¬† fraction¬† run¬† obviously,¬† and¬† he‚Äôs¬† so¬† tuned¬† in¬† he¬† almost¬† misses¬† the¬† crunch¬† of¬† gravel¬† nearby.¬† ¬†almost.¬† ¬†he¬† looks¬† up¬† like¬† a¬† startled¬† deer¬† caught¬† in¬† a¬† set¬† of¬† headlights,¬† headphone¬† pulled¬† from¬† his¬† ear¬† as¬† he¬† stares¬† at¬† his¬† visitor¬† with¬† incredulous¬† eyes.¬† ¬†he‚Äôs¬† been¬† searching¬† for¬† certain¬† faces¬† in¬† crowds,¬† hoping¬† upon¬† hope¬† that¬† one¬† day¬† his¬† wish¬† will¬† be¬† granted,¬† but¬† it‚Äôs¬† almost¬† kismet¬† that¬† their¬† paths¬† cross¬† by¬† chance.¬† ¬†by¬† coincidence.¬† ¬†this,¬† you¬† could¬† say,¬† is¬† kind¬† of¬† their¬† thing.¬† ¬†much¬† like¬† that¬† day¬† back¬† on¬† the¬† steps¬† of¬† the¬† chicago¬† church,¬† his¬† expression¬† is¬† surprised¬† as¬† he¬† gapes¬† up¬† at¬† her.¬† ¬†or¬† at¬† least,¬† who¬† he¬† hopes¬† is¬† her.¬† ¬†if¬† it‚Äôs¬† a¬† doppelganger,¬† if¬† this¬† is¬† ¬†‚ÄĒ¬† ha¬† ‚ÄĒ¬† false¬† hope¬† ...¬†¬†¬† ‚Äú¬† hope¬† ? ‚Ä̬†¬†
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(¬† tagging¬† @vvtchbtch‚Ä謆 )
three¬† months.¬† three¬† months¬† of¬† no¬† familiar¬† faces,¬† no¬† answers,¬† and¬† a¬† whole¬† lot¬† of¬† confusion.¬† he‚Äôs¬† still¬† not¬† sure¬† how¬† he¬† ended¬† up¬† in¬† reprieve,¬† or¬† how¬† to¬† leave,¬† but¬† he‚Äôs¬† resigned¬† himself¬† to¬† the¬† inevitable;¬† he‚Äôs¬† stuck¬† here.¬† he¬† might¬† as¬† well¬† make¬† the¬† most¬† of¬† it.¬† ¬†he‚Äôs¬† currently¬† inspecting¬† two¬† cereal¬† boxes,¬† trying¬† to¬† figure¬† out¬† if¬† two¬† smaller¬† boxes¬† on-sale¬† are¬† cheaper¬† than¬† the¬† family¬† size¬† regular¬† price,¬† when¬† he¬† hears¬† a¬† familiar¬† voice.¬† or¬† more¬† specifically,¬† a¬† growl¬† he‚Äôs¬† only¬† ever¬† been¬† able¬† to¬† associate¬† with¬† lizzie¬† saltzman¬† when¬† she‚Äôs¬† confronted¬† with¬† someone¬† she¬† finds¬† unbelievably¬† stupid.¬† ¬† he‚Äôs¬† familiar¬† because¬† that¬† person¬† is¬† normally¬† him.¬† ¬†the¬† cereal¬† boxes¬† are¬† shoved¬† haphazardly¬† back¬† onto¬† the¬† shelf¬† as¬† he¬† bolts¬† around¬† the¬† corner,¬† overwhelming¬† relief¬† slamming¬† into¬† him¬† like¬† a¬† truck¬† when¬† he¬† sees¬† it‚Äôs¬† really¬† her.¬† ¬†it‚Äôs¬† the¬† relief,¬† or¬† a¬† moment¬† of¬† temporary¬† insanity,¬† that¬† explains¬† why¬† he¬† throws¬† his¬† arms¬† around¬† her¬† ‚ÄĒ¬† probably¬† surprising¬† the¬† both¬† of¬† them.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† i¬† never¬† thought¬† i‚Äôd¬† be¬† happy¬† to¬† see¬† you. ‚Ä̬† ¬† the¬† words¬† blurt¬† out¬† without¬† much¬† deference¬† given,¬† cheeks¬† flushing¬† slightly¬† at¬† the¬† backwards¬† compliment¬† as¬† he¬† springs¬† back¬† from¬† the¬† embrace.¬† ¬†now¬† that¬† the¬† relief‚Äôs¬† at¬† a¬† manageable¬† level,¬† he‚Äôs¬† left¬† with¬† embarrassment.¬† ¬†no,¬† mortification.¬†¬†‚Äú¬† i¬† just¬† mean¬† ...¬† we‚Äôre¬† not¬† each¬† other‚Äôs¬† first¬† choices.¬† ¬†for¬† anything. ‚Ä̬† ¬†not¬† for¬† organized¬† sports,¬† not¬† for¬† road¬† trips,¬† and¬† under¬† normal¬† circumstances¬† ?¬† ¬†not¬† getting¬† stranded¬† in¬† some¬† foreign¬† town¬† ten¬† years¬† in¬† the¬† past.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† ‚ÄĒ¬† but¬† i‚Äôm¬† so¬† glad¬† you‚Äôre¬† here. ‚Ä̬† ¬†if¬† anyone¬† can¬† get¬† them¬† out¬† ‚ÄĒ¬† by¬† skill,¬† or¬† sheer¬† force¬† of¬† will¬† alone¬† ‚ÄĒ¬† it‚Äôs¬† lizzie.¬† ¬†
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( aria shahghasemi, 19, he/him ) welcome to reprieve, LANDON KIRBY who is from LEGACIES, SEASON 2. rumor has it they are a PHOENIX, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine THE CRACKLING OF FLAMES, HOODIES, & TIRED EYES AND HOPEFUL SMILES.  
landon  is  the  son  of  seylah  chelon  and  malivore.  his  mother  was  yeeted  into  the  pit  by  triad,  a  government  organization she  worked  for,  when  they  realized she  knew  too  much  about  what  they  were  up  to.  when  she  re-emerged  at  a  later  date,  she  was  pregnant.   an  immaculate  conception,  if  you  quote  alaric.  something  a  little  darker,  if  you  read  between  the  lines.   he  now  knows  all  of  this,  and  remembers  this  time,  and  he’s  kind  of  /  sort  of  found  ways  to  deal  with  it  but  it  still  weighs  on  him  sometimes.  
he  grew  up  in  the  foster  care  system  as  he  was abandoned  at  a  church  when  he  was  only  days  old.  though  babies  are  usually  adopted  out  relatively  quickly,  he  never  found  a  home  that  stuck  and  bounced  through  various  homes,  and  foster  families,  until  he  and  rafael  left  georgia  and  came  to  the  salvatore  school.
he  was  a  student  at  the  salvatore  school  prior  to  reprieve.  he’s  pulled  from  season  two,  meaning  that  he  has  discovered  his  powers.  he’s  pulled  from  the  end  of  season  two  but  before,  obviously,  rafael  could  stab  him  with  the  golden  arrow.  that’s  the  one  upside  to  reprieve.
i’m  also  going  to  expand  his  abilities  a  little  bc  canon...  hasn’t  given  us  much.  he  can  resurrect  from  death,  has  fire  wings,  can  levitate,  and  can  also  summon  fire  from  his  hands  and  throw  fireballs  if  he  focuses.  he’s  still  learning,  so  it’s  not  always  perfect,  but  he’s  trying.  
 since  arriving  in  reprieve,  approx.  2-3  months  ago,  he’s  been  staying  at  the  prestige  motel  in  the  echo  district.  the  owner,  edward  norton,  let  him  stay  there  rent-free  if  he  agreed  to  work  there.  having  a)  no  idea  how  he  got  there,  and  b)  no  way  to  get  home,  he  accepted  the  offer.  the  place  was  a  recent  acquisition,  won  by  norton  at  a  poker  game,  and  the  man  basically  threw  a  couple  black  cards  and  landon  and  left  him  to  figure  out  what  to  do  with  it  on  his  own.  he’s  an  eccentric  billionaire  who  lives  in  alpha,  so  as  long  as  the  motel  eventually  turns  a  profit  ?   he  doesn’t  care  what  happens  to  it.   though  completely  out  of  his  depth,  landon  has  enjoyed  prettying  the  place  up  and  throwing  himself  into  the  project  completely.  it  was  a  nice  distraction  from  the  horrible  reality  of  being  a  strange  face  in  a  strange  place.
personality ¬†wise, ¬†landon ¬†is ¬†pretty ¬†reserved ¬†around ¬†people ¬†he ¬†doesn‚Äôt ¬†know. ¬† he ¬†trusts ¬†himself ¬†and ¬†his ¬†gut ¬†and ¬†likes ¬†to ¬†think ¬†he‚Äôs ¬†a ¬†pretty ¬†good ¬†judge ¬†of ¬†character. ¬†though ¬†it ¬†isn‚Äôt ¬†always ¬†easy ¬†for ¬†him ¬†to ¬†warm ¬†up ¬†to ¬†people.¬† when ¬†he ¬†does ¬†‚ÄĒ ¬†they‚Äôve ¬†got ¬†him ¬†for ¬†life. ¬† he‚Äôs ¬†fiercely ¬†loyal ¬†and ¬†will ¬†do ¬†whatever ¬†it ¬†takes ¬†to ¬†protect ¬†the ¬†people ¬†he ¬†loves ¬†and ¬†cares ¬†about. ¬† he‚Äôs ¬†resilient ¬†and ¬†puts ¬†on ¬†a ¬†brave ¬†face, ¬†often ¬†using ¬†sarcasm ¬†or ¬†humor ¬†as ¬†defense ¬†mechanisms. ¬† he ¬†does ¬†have ¬†some ¬†abandonment ¬†issues, ¬†and ¬†has ¬†suffered ¬†abuse ¬†in ¬†the ¬†past ¬†in ¬†some ¬†of ¬†his ¬†foster ¬†situations, ¬†but ¬†again ¬†he ¬†somehow ¬†always ¬†finds ¬†a ¬†way ¬†to ¬†pull ¬†himself ¬†up ¬†and ¬†get ¬†through ¬†it ¬†so ¬†he ¬†is ¬†pretty ¬†good ¬†at ¬†combating ¬†adversity.
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‚Äúdon‚Äôt eat all the popcorn,‚ÄĚ she swatted him playfully, nabbing a handful from the bowl to pop a few kernels into her mouth as commercials rolled. she wasn‚Äôt the type that paid for ad-free Hulu. commercials wouldn‚Äôt kill them. probably.
swallowing her bite, she canted her head, mulling over the question fluttering through her head. she‚Äôd always been too shy to ask her brother-friend too much about his abilities, despite helping him kill himself to test them.¬†‚Äúcan i ask a semi-weird, semi-personal question?‚ÄĚ
‚Äú¬† i‚Äôm¬† not. ‚Ä̬† ¬†he¬† replies¬† with¬† a¬† frown,¬† popping¬† another¬† handful¬† into¬† his¬† mouth.¬† alright¬† so¬† maybe¬† he¬† was¬† but¬† in¬† his¬† defense¬† ?¬† ¬†he‚Äôd¬† popped¬† it.¬† ¬†or¬† watched¬† her¬† pop¬† it.¬† ¬†semantics.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† we‚Äôve¬† got¬† another¬† package.¬† we¬† could¬† always¬† make¬† more. ‚ÄĚ
his¬† eyes¬† narrow,¬† drawn¬† away¬† for¬† the¬† commercial¬† for¬† some¬† trashy¬† CW¬† show¬† as¬† he¬† raises¬† an¬† eyebrow.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† she¬† asks,¬† knowing¬† my¬† curiosity¬† will¬† never¬† let¬† me¬† say¬† no. ‚Ä̬† ¬†though¬† his¬† words¬† are¬† dry,¬† he‚Äôs¬† not¬† annoyed.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† sure.¬† shoot. ‚ÄĚ
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Jo let out a half-laugh as he spoke, nodding in agreement.¬†‚ÄúYeah, yeah‚ĶI can see that. The whole walking thing new, or‚Ķ.?‚ÄĚ Jo looked up, evidently giving up on trying to mop up the mess¬†that was her shirt. The cheap paper napkins were doing little more than pushing the liquid around, considering most of it had already soaked into the material of her shirt.¬†‚Äú‚ÄôS‚Äôpose this is what I get for wearing white.‚ÄĚ White t-shirts were a wardrobe staple of hers; they were simple and matched with just about anything. But, at the moment she was wishing she‚Äôd reached for something a little bit darker.¬†‚ÄúThat‚Äôll show me.‚ÄĚ Looking around for a trash can to now throw away the wet napkins, Jo looked back over to him and smiled with a nod.¬†‚ÄúYeah, you can buy me a drink. Throw in letting me borrow your hoodie for the night and I‚Äôll consider us square.‚ÄĚ It was cold¬†now that she was wet (and coupled with the damn snow outside), and she really didn‚Äôt feel like going home to change just yet.
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‚Äú¬† uh¬† no.¬† i‚Äôm¬† just¬† one¬† of¬† the¬† most¬† uncoordinated¬† people¬† you‚Äôll¬† ever¬† meet.¬† first¬† comes¬† the¬† spilled¬† drinks¬† but¬† just¬† wait¬† until¬† you¬† see¬† me¬† fumble¬† a¬† football.¬† classic. ‚Ä̬† ¬†self-deprecating¬† humor¬† comes¬† easily,¬† no¬† heat¬† behind¬† his¬† words¬† as¬† he¬† rubs¬† at¬† the¬† back¬† of¬† his¬† neck.¬†¬†‚Äú¬† i¬† really¬† am¬† sorry. ‚Ä̬† apologizing¬† several¬† times¬† might¬† be¬† counter-productive¬† but¬† he¬† can‚Äôt¬† help¬† himself.¬† it‚Äôs¬† involuntary.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† maybe¬† no¬† one¬† will¬† notice. ‚Ä̬† ¬†he¬† grimaces¬† slightly,¬† not¬† even¬† believing¬† his¬† own¬† lies.¬†¬†
at¬† the¬† mention¬† of¬† his¬† hoodie,¬† he¬† mumbles¬† his¬† assent¬† and¬† shrugs¬† it¬† off.¬† ¬†he‚Äôs¬† quick¬† to¬† take¬† his¬† headphones¬† out,¬† tucking¬† them¬† in¬† the¬† back¬† pocket¬† of¬† his¬† jeans.¬†¬†‚Äú¬† here. ‚Ä̬† ¬†he¬† offers¬† it¬† up,¬† smile¬† fighting¬† its¬† way¬† past¬† hesitant¬† lips.¬†¬†‚Äú¬† you¬† take¬† this¬† and¬† i‚Äôll¬† go¬† get¬† us¬† those¬† drinks. ‚Ä̬† ¬†he¬† steps¬† backward,¬† spring¬† in¬† his¬† step¬† until¬† he¬† nearly¬† sideswipes¬† a¬† guy¬† who¬† could¬† probably¬† snap¬† him¬† in¬† half.¬† apologizing¬† to¬† yet¬† another¬† person,¬† he¬† shoots¬† her¬† a¬† chagrined¬† look¬† before¬† getting¬† their¬† drinks;¬† tequila¬† something¬† for¬† her,¬† and¬† some¬† blue¬† concoction¬† that¬† smelled¬† like¬† sour¬† skittles¬† for¬† him.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† here. ‚Ä̬† ¬†he¬† passes¬† it¬† over¬† to¬† her¬† carefully,¬† making¬† sure¬† not¬† to¬† let¬† anything¬† slosh¬† over¬† the¬† sides.¬† ¬†if¬† he¬† bought¬† her¬† a¬† drink¬† only¬† to¬† spill¬† it¬† on¬† her¬† five¬† minutes¬† later,¬† he‚Äôd¬† have¬† to¬† leave¬† town¬† just¬† to¬† escape¬† the¬† mortification.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† cheers. ‚ÄĚ
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¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† he‚Äôs¬† seen¬† his¬† fair¬† share¬† of¬† drownings:¬† something¬† easy¬† about¬† slipping¬† in¬† and¬† failing¬† to¬† your¬† own¬† ¬† I D I O C Y¬† ¬†though¬† he¬† suspected¬† there¬† was¬† more¬† to¬† this¬† ‚ÄĒ-¬† something¬† CULPABLE¬† and¬† evident¬† but¬† that¬† didn‚Äôt¬† need¬† words; he¬† wasn‚Äôt¬† about¬† to¬† go¬† pointing¬† out¬† the¬† obvious¬† though¬† there¬† did¬† seem¬† to¬† be¬† more¬† to¬† it¬† than¬† general¬† intent¬† (¬† something that managed to peak his attention enough to have him yanking out an earphone‚Ķfleetwood mac could wait¬† ).¬† ‚Äú lets see¬†‚ÄĒ- ‚Ä̬† he¬† makes¬† an¬† effort¬† to¬† have¬† his¬† features¬† appear¬† contemplative,¬† a¬† tide¬† washing¬† in¬† the¬† words¬† he‚Äôs¬† about¬† to¬† say.¬† ‚Äú you have one of two excuses: ONE‚Ķyou are some deep sea diver and TWO, you slipped. ‚Ä̬† he¬† lets¬† out¬† a¬† chuckle,¬† something¬† sustained¬† in¬† attempts¬† to¬† make¬† this¬† situation¬† a¬† little¬† lighter.¬† ‚Äú¬†either way, it‚Äôs fucked. dude‚ĶYOU GOOD? ‚ÄĚ
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‚Äú¬† i¬† could¬† be¬† a¬† deep-sea¬† diver¬† that¬† slipped. ‚Ä̬† ¬†that¬† would¬† explain¬† the¬† lack¬† of¬† equipment,¬† if¬† he¬† decided¬† to¬† go¬† with¬† that¬† particular¬† lie,¬† but¬† somehow¬† he¬† gets¬† the¬† feeling¬† that¬† lying¬† isn‚Äôt¬† going¬† to¬† get¬† him¬† very¬† far.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† ‚ÄĒ¬† but¬† yeah,¬† can‚Äôt¬† argue¬† with¬† that. ‚Ä̬† ¬†it¬† is¬† fucked.¬† ¬†he‚Äôs¬† self-aware¬† enough¬† to¬† know¬† that¬† what¬† he‚Äôs¬† doing¬† isn‚Äôt¬† just¬† stupid¬† but¬† it‚Äôs¬† dangerous.¬† ¬†there‚Äôs¬† so¬† little¬† he¬† knows,¬† so¬† many¬† variables¬† that¬† he¬† just¬† really¬† hasn‚Äôt¬† considered,¬† but¬† if¬† the¬† ends¬† seem¬† to¬† justify¬† the¬† means¬† ‚ÄĒ¬† does¬† that¬† make¬† it¬† okay¬† ?¬† ¬†he¬† wants¬† to¬† say¬† yes¬† but¬† his¬† position¬† is,¬† arguably,¬† biased.¬† ¬†plus,¬† it‚Äôs¬† not¬† like¬† he¬† can¬† go¬† up¬† to¬† his¬† friends¬† and¬† say¬†¬†‚Äė¬† hey,¬† is¬† it¬† weird¬† to¬† keep¬† killing¬† yourself¬† over¬† and¬† over¬† again¬† if¬† you¬† know¬† you¬† can‚Äôt¬† die?¬† asking¬† for¬† a¬† friend. ‚Äô¬† ¬†without¬† buying¬† yourself¬† a¬† one-way¬† ticket¬† to¬† emma‚Äôs¬† office.¬† ¬†or¬† worse.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† that‚Äôs¬† ...¬† a¬† good¬† question. ‚Ä̬† ¬†the¬† easy¬† answer¬† is¬† yes¬† ‚ÄĒ¬† because¬† in¬† a¬† weird¬† way,¬† he¬† is¬† ‚ÄĒ¬† but¬† the¬† correct¬† answer¬† is¬† probably¬† no.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† do¬† uno¬† rules¬† apply¬† ?¬† ¬†can¬† i¬† draw¬† 25¬† instead¬† of¬† answering¬† that¬† ? ‚ÄĚ
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this truly does feel just¬†like like her luck. on a particularly hot summer night, she feels the need to churn out a strawberry milkshake, dust off an old book, and venture for the docks in hopes she‚Äôll get the chance to mope in solitude¬†for however long she needs to. and what does she find instead? LANDON KIRBY, rising out of the flames dancing on the surface of the lake, doing ‚Ķ¬† god knows what. yeah, she‚Äôs perplexed, alright. not really sure if she should be concerned¬†or make fun of him for something. ( she doesn‚Äôt even know what for. )¬†‚Äú you‚Äôve been setting fire to the rain? ‚ÄĚ nope, she still doesn‚Äôt know whether concern or mockery is warranted ( there is no middle ground, apparently ).¬†‚Äú what are you even doing?¬†and make it short, my shake is getting warm. ‚ÄĚ
‚Äú¬† i¬† was¬† going¬† for¬† more¬† like¬† ‚ÄĒ¬† swamp¬† thing¬† impersonation. ‚Ä̬† ¬†the¬† joke¬† falls¬† flat,¬† much¬† like¬† his¬† back¬† against¬† the¬† dock¬† as¬† he¬† struggles¬† to¬† catch¬† his¬† breath.¬† ¬†when¬† he‚Äôs¬† less¬† likely¬† to¬† dissolve¬† into¬† a¬† coughing¬† fit¬† that¬† could¬† rival¬† someone¬† with¬† a¬† wicked¬† case¬† of¬† the¬† black¬† plague,¬† he¬† pushes¬† into¬† a¬† sitting¬† position¬† and¬† tries¬† again.¬†¬†‚Äú¬† what¬† are¬† the¬† chances¬† you‚Äôll¬† just¬† take¬† me¬† at¬† my¬† word¬† when¬† i¬† say¬† it‚Äôs¬† complicated¬† and¬† let¬† it¬† go¬† ? ‚Ä̬† ¬†he¬† already¬† knows¬† the¬† answer¬† before¬† she¬† opens¬† her¬† mouth:¬† ¬†slimmer¬† than¬† none.¬† ¬†¬†¬†‚Äú¬† nope.¬† okay,¬† well. ‚Ä̬† he¬† shoves¬† himself¬† up,¬† wobbling¬† slightly¬† in¬† place¬† like¬† a¬† baby¬† giraffe¬† on¬† unsteady¬† legs.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† here¬† goes¬† nothing. ‚Ä̬† ¬†he¬† screws¬† his¬† eyes¬† shut,¬† incredibly¬† nervous¬† about¬† the¬† possibility¬† of¬† nothing¬† happening¬† and¬† embarrassing¬† himself¬† in¬† front¬† of¬† lizzie¬† saltzman¬† of¬† all¬† people,¬† as¬† he¬† relaxes¬† his¬† shoulders.¬† ¬†when¬† he¬† cracks¬† one¬† eye¬† open¬† just¬† to¬† confirm¬† it¬† worked,¬† he‚Äôs¬† relieved¬† to¬† see¬† he‚Äôs¬† hovering¬† a¬† few¬† inches¬† above¬† the¬† ground.¬† ¬†it‚Äôs¬† working.¬† ¬†‚Äú¬† so,¬† apparently,¬† phoenixes¬† can¬† do¬† more¬† than¬† just¬† NOT¬† DIE. ‚ÄĚ
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