* 𝔭𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫 / tongue !

“I’m going to need you to say that again,” Miriam said, closing her book and looking up at the other person. “Next time, if you want to talk to someone, you should make sure they aren’t already doing something.”

                              an     itch     tugs     at     the     corner     of     her     mouth     ,     gaze     adverting     to     give     the     girl     a     glare     ,     tone     sharp     as     knives     .          ❛     when     was     i     talkin’     to     you     ,     PEACH     ?     ❜

“i could’ve sworn i closed that fucking door– didn’t your mother teach you to knock before barging into a room? and this early in the morning?!”

                              ❛     mind     your     own     damn     business     !          your     mom     ever     teach     you     that     ,     man     ?          just     lookin’     for     some     aspirin     is     all     ,     shut     the     hell     up     .     ❜

“i feel like i’m in an episode of the sparticle mystery.“ axton was sat on a bench , people watching. it had become his preferred past-time over the last few weeks, trying to figure out who needed a shoulder to cry on and who he should stay away from. he was half expecting someone to have taken complete control by now, yet no one seemed very keen on stepping up to the plate. “then again, i suppose it was all of the adults that went missing in that show. here, it’s the rest of the damn town.” he shook his head, turning to smile at the person near him. “how are you coping? had a breakdown yet?”

                              she     smirks     almost     playfully     ,     though     anyone     that     knew     yvette     at     all     would     say     otherwise     .          ❛     you’re     not     SERIOUS     ,     are     you     ?     ❜          it’s     hard     to     comprehend     why     he     thinks     she’d     need     a     coping     mechanism     amidst     the     chaos     ,     let     alone     have     a     breakdown     of     all     things     ,     but     it’s     cute     ,     sorta     . . .          in     a     stupid     puppy     kinda     way     .          ❛     i’m     having     a     fuckin’     BLAST     .     ❜

          “ MAYBE WE’RE ALL REALLY DEAD, AND THIS IS JUST purgatory. “ finn mused as he heard someone approaching his current position – perched on top of a playground’s monkey bars.  his feet dangling, swinging slightly as if the wind was pushing them. “ or maybe someone is getting punished. the next question if it’s us or everyone stuck in the other world. “

                              an     unlit     cigarette     dangles     from     lips     ,     apathy     etched     into     a     guise     .          ❛     then     purgatory     is     pretty     fuckin’     dope     if     you     ask     me     .     ❜          yvette     finds     familiar     discomfort     in     his     company     ,     like     CICADAS     on     a     hot     summer     day     —     annoying     little     shits     .          ❛     hey     ,     uh     …          you     got     a     light     ,     kid     ?     ❜

`   *    ━━━   GIRL   HAS   A   MATCHSTICK   MOUTH   !

*   .  :  ｡        ✧        (   ZOE   KRAVITZ,   SHE/HER,   CISFEMALE   )   apparently   YVETTE   HAZELDINE   ,   the   TWENTY   -   EIGHT   year   old   BARTENDER   ,   was   on   a   bus   to   NEW   YORK   that   day   before   unfortunately   returning   to   a   vacant   town   .     as   time   passed   ,   they’ve   decided   to   join   FACTION   # 2   ,   which   is   understandable   considering   they’re   known   to   be   quite   MELLOW   +   ANARCHISTIC   ,   but   also   APATHETIC   +   REMOVED   on   a   bad   day   .     they   seem   to   be   handling   this   new   society   well   .     meg   ,   24   ,   she   /   her   .