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KINGSTON, MARCUS AKEEM. penned by ali.

𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙎: 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮-𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘱𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢, 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘯, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀𝙎: 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙎: 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝙃𝙊𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀𝙎: 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘣𝘢𝘳-𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘼𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎: 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘮𝘶𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘺𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘺𝘮, 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮

𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪-𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥. 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘮'𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵. 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 . . . 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘬, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘣𝘺 ; 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘦, 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴. 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵. 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 — 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺. 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦. 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 . . . 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘭𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴. 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳-𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘶𝘬𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰? 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵.

#let's not talk about how long this took me !#montecristointro #& intro.

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🫀 : akeem kingston @akeemarcus

📌 : dwellings

⏰ : august 12th, 2023 (3 days before the disappearance of luke sinclair)

"i call this one!" it's the first they've entered, but milo is dropping their bags, draping themselves over them on the splintery floor dramatically. they'd never been camping; somehow milo never imagined anything past sitting in tents, eating s'mores, and telling ghost stories. they didn't think it would be so tiring. head hanging off of their backpack, kingston looks upside down from this angle, as does the work bench and rusty tools they're just noticing in the cabin "wanna be roomies? we can make a birdhouse together." and get tetanus together. how romantic.

akeemarcus

❝ Yeah, I mean, sure. Why not? Might be fun. ❞ Milo was one of the easiest people to be around, not even out of the group but in general ; he doubted Isla would want to bunk with him, so his next choice would be Reeve or Milo. But he felt like he didn't have to put as much of a front on for Milo. If his facade slipped, they probably wouldn't even notice. Letting out a soft left, Kingston's eyes roamed the room, briefly wondering how easy it would be for a bear to tear one of the walls down before he let his attention move back to his friend. ❝ Do you . . . know how to make a birdhouse? ❞

#& chats.#& milo.#& flashback.

g0dcountry

WHEREABOUTS SECURED: TWO WILD THINGS IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWEHERE. EXCHANGING STOLEN TRINKETS. @akeemarcus

the air was thick and warm with morning dew. isla had set out early in the morning, returned to the campsite in intervals between plucking wildflowers from the forest and trying the slightest to make herself useful in log cutting. their first intersection of the day had been intended, isla had been keen about that sort of thing. she'd always found the things she'd gone looking for — and worse — the things she hadn't. she watched kingston for a moment as she approached, two sunlit things weary of eachother but not yielding. only because she had something for him — two somethings. " i believe this belongs to you, " sudoku booklet, worn of its lettering is urged to him when she's close enough. he'd left it with her the evening prior, isla neglects to mention that she completed a page in his absence. then, before he could chance saying anything fingers went rattling through the sagging pocket of her cardigan, holding out a coin all round and patina for him. " and this. found it on the ground earlier, think it's pretty old. " isla hadn't scrubbed the coin enough to know, but it certainly sounded better than admitting that she just liked the thought of him keeping something she'd given him.

akeemarcus

His heart leapt at the sound of her voice, nearly pulling a muscle in his neck with the energy put into his sudden turn. The hold on him she had should be studied. In his brother's shoes, the man didn't have much trouble finding someone to date . . . but he didn't want to date someone. He didn't quite get it, himself ; was he only drawn to her because she didn't seem interested, or because he could see something in her, something every other person he'd met was lacking? No matter the reason, he would drop everything for a moment with her.

Quite literally, the branches he'd been holding falling by his feet as he took in the sight of her, then the book, then the currency. ❝ For me? ❞ He was touched, palm outstretched to take the coin she was offering, the skin by the corners of his eyes crinkling with his smile ; she had paid attention. ❝ I will cherish it forever. ❞ A lighthearted comment, a joke, but there was some honesty in it, fingers closing around its home in his hand before he could even check the date. He did not care. It would be his favorite from now on. ❝ I feel a little bad, though, I don't have anything for you. Unless you want this funky looking leaf I found earlier . . . ❞

#& chats.#& isla.#& flashback.

daylighthelps

“He dropped his hands. I saw the realization strike him. He was truly alone. And he always would be.”

— Leigh Bardugo || Ruin and Rising (via kailawrites)

#:(#& musings.

secndbest

REEVE'S AWARENESS OF HIS CHAPTER'S vice president was tangential at best, their lives always in the periphery of the other's but never fully crossing. any interaction they did have tended to be superficial, centered only on frat dealings or their mutual friendship with luke and never leaving that specific bubble. this was in part because reeve didn't really care to learn much about kingston, but also because kingston didn't seem like he had much to learn about. his life was just too perfectly curated, the exact blend of ordinary and extraordinary to make it so he never stood out, but was never questioned either. it kept reeve from getting curious ( read : suspicious ), though it also kept the two of them from talking about anything personal— anything real.

maybe tonight would be the night that finally changed.

taking the bottle from kingston, reeve scoffed, ❝ please. from what i saw, you're going to be too busy to carry anyone anywhere. not unless that person happens to be isla wardwell. ❞ the moment he said isla's name, he reached up, tapping the cap of the bottle against kingston's forehead. while he hadn't seen most of their conversation on the couch, he'd seen enough. ❝ you can thank me for inviting her at any point by the way. ❞

akeemarcus

Kingston's lips parted to deny anything, even though there really wasn't anything to deny — but he stood, instead, looking a bit like a deer in headlights. He hadn't even noticed Reeve nearby when they were on the couch, but if he was being honest, he hadn't noticed anyone. He couldn't explain it, the way she had made him feel like it was the two of them in their own little world, their own little bubble ; the way he hoped that time would just stop right there in that moment, so he didn't have to go back to his real life . . . a life he had given up everything for.

❝ She was reading my palms, ❞ he spoke after a beat, as if that was a reasonable explanation. His smile returned to his face. This one was less fake, matched the skin wrinkling by his eyes. Goofy. Sheepish. Like he had been caught, called out. A child with his hand in the candy jar before dinner. ❝ Uh huh. Thank you for inviting her, or ask why you didn't tell me how cool she is before? She's sick as hell, dude. ❞

#& chats.#& reeve.#& flashback.

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kcdysb

"Want - yes! One thousand percent!" In Kody's mind, there was nothing better than this party blower. Nothing in the world. Of course, that thought was carried along but the copious number of shots and mushrooms she'd had but still, it felt completely true. Grabbing the blower he held out; Kody was moments from blowing it when he shouted spring break, and it was like a code word for her to start dancing. "Let's goooooo."

akeemarcus

Kingston laughed, her energy infectious. He was mostly putting on a front ; the party wasn't bad, but he was ready for it to be over. Ready to go sit somewhere his own thoughts weren't drowned out by what felt like a million other voices and music. But Kody made it feel, at least momentarily, like somewhere worth being. Blowing his own noisemaker again, he let out another laugh. ❝ You enjoying yourself? ❞

#& chats.#& kody.#& flashback.

seeinghcsts

SAUNTERING UP TO THE GROUP , spotting one familiar face amongst a handful of pledges , thomas reached up to scratch at the back of his neck as he shrugged a limp shoulder . he brushed of the moniker kingston had used , too distracted by the debate at hand . one he couldn't , and simultaneously could , believe was happening right now . " who would , , , win in a fight ?? is this really up for fuckin' debate right now ?? " thomas inquired , taking a gracious swing from the open mouth of his beer can as he furrowed dark , glitter-infested brows in contemplation .

" i mean , that's not even a fuckin' question , man . obviously the horse sized duck is gonna step on all the duck sized horses . his feet would be fuckin' huge . he could just , , , i dunno , squish 'em . "

akeemarcus

❝ Thank you, ❞ Kingston let out a breath of relief, as if he had been holding it in fear of Thomas choosing the wrong answer, letting him down in front of this group of people he truthfully couldn't care less about. ❝ I fuckin' knew you'd get it. His beak would be huge, too, dude! Motherfucker could just swallow them whole. ❞ With that, he placed his palms on the ground, pushing his body weight into standing position. ❝ Sorry, guys, I gotta surround myself with similarly minded people, no hard feelings. ❞

He was grinning as he stepped towards Thomas, a gentle arm tossed over the other's shoulder to steer him away from the small crowd on the ground, only releasing the poor man once they'd made it out of earshot and his own shoulders released some of their tension. ❝ Sorry for Tommy-ing you back there, man. I needed a get out card ; those kids were not letting me go. I owe you one. They're cool, but I can only talk about ducks and horses for so long before I start to lose my fucking mind. ❞

#& chats.#& thomas.#& flashback.

g0dcountry

isla’s gaze dipped to their hands again, his fingers still curled around hers, not tightly but with this strange, careful kind of weight, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed but couldn’t quite make himself let go. it tugged at something low and restless in her, like a bird trapped under glass. she exhaled through her nose, a smile pulling at her lips, soft and off-center.

" all right, " voice loose, tipping sideways, her fingers drifting to brush his wrist, feeling the faint rhythm of him. " if you’re gonna make it up, at least convince me. here— " she turns his hand over, palm-up, fingers parted between her own. " i’ll show you. "

isla tapped the long line slicing through the middle of his palm, her thumb tracing it. " this one is your heart line. supposed to tell you about love, or whatever people think love is. " vision slips sideways, her grin crooked and small, catching his eyes. " but it’s not saying much when you’re lyin’ to yourself. "

his laugh came quick and quiet, almost embarrassed, and his hand softened under hers, pliant now, like he trusted her with it. dangerous, she thought. but she didn’t stop. " this here, " a willing continuation, dragging her finger along another crease, musing almost distantly, " is your life line. people like to think it’s about how long you’ll live, but it’s more about the engine inside you. how fast it burns. yours?" gaze meets his again briefly, lips twitching into something wry. " you've got some fight in you, hopefully anyway. "

her thumb stilled, her gaze finding his again, holding just long enough to make it feel like an accident. " and this, " voice dips, quieter against the throb of the revelry surrounding them, her fingertip moving to the line near the base of his thumb, " is your head line. it’s how you think, how you handle the mess of the world. " a beat, " yours is sharp. at its capacity. "

without thinking, her finger drifted up, briefly pressing lightly against his forehead, right between his brows. " see? all the knots in there. you’re lucky nothings caught fire in there just yet. " her touch lingered for a second too long, like she was trying to press the thought back inside him where it belonged, before she leaned away again, folding her hands into her lap like nothing had happened.

" not so bad, huh? " the grin reappears briefly, crooked and strange, daring him to break the moment. and all too entirely pleased with herself, isla straightens up. " now, your turn. show me what you’ve learned. "

akeemarcus

There was something about her offer that made him feel weightless . . . the realization that both of them could end this here, scurry off to find their friends in the crowd, become nothing but a hazy memory to one another . . . but neither of them seemed to want to. He knew he didn't want to. Time could stand still for all he cared, and he knew it was ridiculous, to feel this way about such a tame conversation, someone he didn't even know. But every part of him wanted to cling to it.

❝ All right, ❞ he repeated her words, permission to do whatever she wished, show him whatever she wanted to, as if she needed permission. It was obvious, the way his pupils couldn't seem to pull themselves away from her face.

It's not saying much when you're lyin' to yourself. Her words were like honey, sweet and heavy, seeping into his skin. If she was only making things up, encouraging him to do the same, she could fool him. Kingston locked onto every word she chose to voice. Was it just him, or was she leaving a trail of electricity in the wake of her touch, that simple graze across his palm?

She was good at this, even if she was pulling it all out of thin air, out of nothingness ; he felt understood, he felt seen, more seen than he had in years . . . possibly ever. His breath caught in his throat, he only remembered to pull oxygen into his lungs once again when her hands were pulled away from his own hands, his forehead, back to her lap. ❝ Maybe it is on fire, ❞ he joked, his voice soft, dazed. She must have him under some sort of spell. He could only hope she wouldn't release him anytime soon.

❝ All right. All right, heart line, ❞ he willed himself to remember where to start, holding his hand out, still ( he had never dropped it ), for her to place hers back into it. As worried as he was about looking like a fool, he was more worried about the thread that had been woven between them snapping, never getting a moment with her again once this one was gone. If it meant being an idiot to keep her there, so be it. ❝ But you gotta be patient with me, alright? I'm new to this. You can't laugh too hard. ❞

#& chats.#& isla.#& flashback.

orteskycam

for @akeemarcus

frat boys were a different breed, full offense intended when it came from camille. one in particular, had been poking the bear all night. camille didn't even know his name, but they had already called him every curse word under the sun as their paths kept colliding throughout the night.

this time, however, camille had redirected her attention for a moment. picking up an abandoned drink from the table next to them, launching the contents onto the dude bro. at least, that's who it was supposed to hit. in a crowded party, of course someone would be walking between them the second camille turned to strike.

❝ yeah, that's right. you better fuck off ! ❞ the intimidation of the fleeing frat boy came before the apology... which actually wasn't even second. ❝ what ? you fucking defending him ? ❞ as if kingston had intended to be on the receiving end of their flying drink.

akeemarcus

It took him a moment to understand what had just happened ; one second, Kingston was making his way through a crowd of people, throwing up a peace sign to someone shouting hello across the room, the next the smell of alcohol was much stronger. First, his eyes fell to his own chest, droplets of lukewarm beer sliding down his skin, bare except for the neon yellow mesh top he'd thought made him look like the hot stuff — for some reason. Then the fuck off registered his ears, which really and truly only confused him further.

He and Camille weren't best friends or anything, but he didn't think he had done anything to deserve . . . this. He wouldn't. They scared him too much. ❝ Defending . . . what? Was someone fuckin' with you or something? ❞ Realization finally dawning on him, Kingston brought his hands up, palms forward, an apology ready to spill off his lips despite being pretty sure he was the victim here. ❝ No? No. No, I don't even know who . . . I was just walking through, swear. If you think he deserved it, I'm with you. ❞

#& chats.#& camille.#& flashback.

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"shit, no man, i didn't." their voice is lacking in humor, completely stunned as they take the blunt "i'll try to be more observant in the future." it's sincere, but spoken about something so ridiculous through slurred words, sounds like sarcasm. worse, it's punctated by a large hit of weed and a series of coughs "mine's milo, by the way." they turn their head, redirecting the smoke as they hand it back.

akeemarcus

❝ You're all good, ❞ Kingston assured him, taking a small puff before saying anything else. ❝ Is it? ❞ He knew that, obviously he knew that, but he worried saying so would make them feel bad. He bit back a laugh, not wanting to seem like he was mocking him. It was . . . wholesome, in some way, and better than any conversation he'd be having inside. ❝ Milo's a cool ass name. ❞

#& chats.#& milo.#& flashback.

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CLOSED , @akeemarcus .

laughter boomed from his chest like rumbling thunder , eating up what little oxygen remained . even outside — his giddy reflection dancing in ripples of the pool's murky water — air had become a scarcity from too many bodies taking it all up . drunk and high ; hot and sweaty.

sucking in a deep breath of the night's thin breeze , luke propped the large water gun against his hip. " sorry , sorry ! but , hey , if you did join the wet t - shirt contest , i'd vote for you . " another loud , jaunty laugh followed as he surveyed the wet layer of cotton that clung to kingston like second skin . taking a step forward , luke lightheartedly shoved the brunt of his forearm against the other's soaking chest , shaking his head with a smile.

" c'mon , man . where's your artillery ?? we've got pledges that need to be put in line . can't let them think they're off the hook just yet . "

akeemarcus

Social events were not his preferred scene, despite what people believed about Kingston ( the life of the party ) but having Luke around always made it easier. He could simply stand by his best friend's side, nod along, and get by on his charm rather than worry about his own. No one doubted that he fit in, not with Luke's approval already following him around like a shadow.

❝ Sure you would, ❞ he laughed, shaking water off of his head like a wet dog. It was hard to pretend his heart was in this, but he didn't want to be a buzzkill . . . or raise questions. ❝ You're right, you're right, ❞ he agreed, it was all in good fun. ❝ Let's get on with it. Sooner this is over, sooner I can find a girl to take back to my room. ❞ And by a girl, he meant a book of Sudoku, but he wasn't admitting that aloud.

#& chats.#& luke.#& flashback.

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𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 — akeem kingston 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — front lawn

"yo, your name's akeem?" it's their first words as they approach, tripping over the leg of a lawn chair, pupils blown wide. milo hands over a blunt without request, painted nails sliding over kingston's palm in a half-assed dap up, far more focused on the discovery they had just made. it had been over a year of this, hearing the guys talk about some mysterious asshole named akeem that he'd never met before, and it took until he was fucked up on a dubious cocktail of substances to finally balls up and ask "i thought it was kingston???"

@akeemarcus

akeemarcus

"Uh . . . yeah?" It came out more of a question than an answer, taking the weed with a nod of thanks. It never fit quite right, a mask constantly threatening to slip, and he wondered why no one had questioned it yet ; for a moment, he feared they knew something, found something out somehow, but then they were speaking again, relief swelling in his chest. "Well, you're not wrong," he offered, taking a long inhale before holding the blunt back out to Milo. "Kingston's my last name. But I prefer it, so we're cool. You really didn't know that?"

#& chats.#& milo.#& flashback.

task #003 : staying on theme !

equipped with a bulk bag of noise-makers he's handing out to everyone that will take them, glitter under his eyes, walking around like a yellow highlighter . . .

#montecristohqtask

task #002. dust & dufflebags.

WHAT'S IN KINGSTON'S BAG(s)?

#let's just not think about how long this took me!#carrying all that shit... and barely anything useful #montecristohqtask

LOCATION : outside, among a small group FOR : @seeinghcsts

❝ No, no, absolutely not. I won't accept that, ❞ Kingston frowned, unsure when or how the discussion came about, or even why he'd chose the side of the argument he did at this point, but he was not changing his stance now. Looking up from the spot he sat, crisscross on the grass with a whole bottle of rum between his knees, his eyes caught sight of another familiar face and called out. ❝ Yo, Tommy, ❞ he greeted him, roping him into the great debate, ❝ You gotta have my back on this. Who would win in a fight? One hundred duck sized horses or one horse sized duck? Don't let me down here, man. This is some important shit. ❞

#& chats.#& thomas.

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LOCATION: the kitchen FOR: @secndbest

His social battery was running low. It really hadn't taken long, Marcus Kingston had never enjoyed parties the way his brother had. The novelty of big crowds and loud music was lost on him, the kind of guy who would rather be alone in his room with a book of Sudoku and dimmed lighting. But that wasn't the future he had signed up for, and it was a lifetime commitment now. Hiding out in the kitchen while everyone else seemed to be making out in the living room or laughing outside, weary eyes turned at the sound of footsteps, snapping back into his personality before Reeve could notice anything was off. He liked to think he'd gotten pretty good at it by now. ❝ Hey, man, ❞ he greeted him, taking a step backwards to grab a water bottle, holding it out to his . . . friend? ❝ Stay hydrated. I don't want to be carrying none of your asses back to your rooms tonight when y'all can't hang. ❞ But he would ; he knew what it was like when someone didn't get home safely.

#& chats.#& reeve.#& flashback.

LOCATION: somewhere outside FOR: @kcdysb

❝ You want one? ❞ Party blowers were silly, but Kingston didn't really care ; he had bought a bulk pack and he was handing them out to anyone that would take them, making this place a little more obnoxious one noisemaker at a time. It was the little things in life. Bringing his own to his lips, he blew into it as hard as possible, grinning as he lowered it, blurred vision ( from the alcohol, and whatever else he'd been given ) landing on Kody. ❝ Let's goooo, spring break! ❞

#& chats.#& kody.#& flashback.

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