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@humanfrailty
#HUMANFRAILTY: a low-activity, indie original character multimuse. including muses formerly found on flyingfiinn, rallychampion & paperrcages. est. dec. 2022. written by c, 21+, gmt +8.

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me having had the sudden urge to write alex and harry again out of nowhere... like for a starter from them maybe?
i miss writing alex and harry and all the other guys on here...
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âDo not speak to me about decorum,â Sebastian sneers, deeply unimpressed by Drewâs arrival and his persistance to stay. One should have the good sense of mind to stay away from oneâs enemies, but he supposes Drew has never acted with much sense. His presence is a blight Sebastian must simply suffer through.
âWhat is that ridiculous tuxedo you are wearing, anyhow? It is not even fashionable for the time. You ought to make a better effort.â He makes no attempt to hide his disdain, clasping his hands behind his back. âYes, it is indeed objectionable to me, for I am quite aware of your behaviour and your reputation, Andrew.â
âItâs punk. You wonât understand, Sebastian.â Heâs delighting in this. âYou know, not everyone is a pompous ass like you.â This is the second time in five minutes heâs used this phrase to describe the other vampire, but when somethingâs true, itâs just... true. âCome on, stop being such a bloody spoilsport. Weâre going back to London tomorrow night anyway, soâ you can handle me for one night, canât you? Your hospitality is lacking, my dear friend.â As heâs talking, Drew makes his way down towards the entrance, his smirk daring Sebastian to stop him again.
Literal years, indeed! Juniper is happy to be here, happy that they've finally pulled this off. Things are different now, with Harry being a family man and Harris being completely out of the picture. Juniper and Lila have had to create their own family.
They cross the threshold â Lila looking mildly interested, for a moment, after seeing she won't be the youngest person in the room anymore.
"I can't believe people I don't know are excited to meet me," Juniper laughs. She waves excitedly to the children, crouching down to their level despite maneuvering her luggage.
"Hey, guys, hi!"
David and Emma come tumbling out of the bedroom upon Juniper and Lila's arrival. They're balls of excitement and energy, David tugging on Juniper's jacket and going on about how New York must be so cool. Emma is a bit more reticent, but she's intrigued by Lila's suitcase, and she looks up at her in awe and wonder.
"David, David." Harry has to keep his rambunctious son from bothering the visitors too much. "Aunt Juniper and Lila are tired. They'll play with you later, all right?"
"What did you get for me from America?" David demands, looking up at Juniper. Kids, always straight to the point.

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THE BACHELOR AND THE BOBBY-SOXER (1947)
dir.Irving Reis
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@humanfrailty // harry
"Harry!"
Harry flew her private out to Switzerland. Lila hovers behind the hugging pair, dutifully attentive towards her phone.
(It is strange, to say something so close to his name.)
"I brought a bigger jacket, like you told me. It really is colder than the city. How do you stand it?"
"Well, I'm English." That's the best answer he's got. He's ecstatic to see Juniper and Lila here, after literal years of begging them to come to Switzerland. It's easier now that he doesn't race anymore; he can be a more attentive host.
"New York's cold, too. It's just a different kind of cold, that's all. Come on." Harry gestures towards the pair to follow him inside. "The children have been up all night waiting for you two! They've heard so much about you." Things are so unimaginably different now, but it feels good, it feels natural.
@humanfrailty (alex) said: i can't shake the feeling that something bad is happening.
"wouldn't surprise me. we aren't exactly in a... pleasant environment," satomi says, doing her best to sound casual. something bad happening isn't exactly new to her at this point, but depending on the situation, the threat of something negative still can creep under her skin. she's already out of her element here, working with someone else something she tries to avoid at all costs. it's hard not giving in to her discomfort, instead attempting to find some sort of positive - this may give her some excuse to leave.
she looks down the hallway for a moment, ensuring the coast is clear, and leans in closer, just in case. being watched isn't out of the question, and not being out of the facility for too long, it still remains a painfully familiar feeling. "... what? you think someone's about to stab us in the back?"
"I be honest with you, I usually stay in the car." Alex isn't a man of many words, usually, but maybe it's his discomfort that's making him speak more than usual. "I'm not usuallyâ doing all these... all these stuff." At least he knows he can run fast and hold his own in a fight, but he'd just rather get the fuck out of here as soon as possible. Neither of them want to be here, but the money had been too good to turn down, and their boss thought Satomi would need help with getting rid of the body.
"I don't even know what this guy is looking like, you know?"
@humanfrailty (eli) said: so you thought lying about it was the best solution? really?
"i didn't lie to you!" but well, she didn't exactly tell the truth either. maybe telling him that she has some enemies and should watch his back would have been helpful... but well, she didn't want to deal with the can of worms that would open. it's easier, just to think about herself, what makes her the most comfortable... but now it's coming back to bite her.
she tries to steady herself against the wall, a combination of the injury and not being exactly sober. she needs to keep a better eye out. she's getting sloppy. she knows all this. her downfall's been difficult to stop now that it's begun.
"did you get hurt?" she asks, deciding to ignore the blood running down her arm. focusing on the other helps her believe that she's a good person right now. "let me have a look."
"I don'tâ I don't know. Doesn't matter." He's vaguely aware of some blood somewhere, but at least Eli knows that they both have to get the hell out of here before the police show up and start digging around. Whatever the hell he'd taken earlier is helping to mask the pain, and so is the adrenaline of having come face-to-face with death. Whoever had been sent to kill Satomi clearly didn't give a shit who else they hurt as collateral damage, and that's the part that's shaken Eli to his core.
"Come on, let's get the fuck out of here." He gestures to her, although his head is spinning and he can hardly see two feet in front of him in this darkness. "Stairs. Stairs are here." As he climbs, he winces; something is wrong with his left leg, but he can't bring himself to stop now.
alex enjoying a trip back to helsinki after the end of his f1 rookie season, december 1990. :)

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âŠÂ  ;  drew fraserâ@humanfrailty
ââ never? maybe we ought to fix that. ââ a little gasp escapes as clouds of grey ash gently billow through the stuffy air. music was the only thing that got her through this neverending life. the one solace keeping chloĂ« from completely crushing herself into nothing but a breathing corpse hanging on to whatever final shreds of humanity she desperately craved. granted, sheâs no prodigy, but she made effort getting familiar with an instrument or two over the decades. itâs great to pass the time. ââ whatâs something you always wanted to play ? or a sound that seems to draw you in ? ââ
ego is the last thing on her mind. sheâs been there, done that with quite a many who thought vampirism is something to be put on a pedestal. what did they know ? what did she even know ? itâs a curse. one she hopes to keep under wraps for eternity. at least thereâs some comfort knowing others are out there like her, like drew. that, perhaps, not all were raging narcissistic murderers (just the normal murder would make do). ââ whoâs to say whatâs âgoodâ anyhow ? good is just muscle memory. being bad is an art. ââ she canât help but laugh at the notion, shaking her head when she goes to inhale a long lingering drag of her cigarette. ââ god, no. i keep it separate. honestly, i think theyâre too drunk or high to notice even if i ripped a guyâs neck apart on stage in front of 'em. ââ
âAh, I donât know. I guess the most obvious thing for me to learn would be the guitar, since I sing, butââ Well, he uses the term sing loosely. âI dunno, never really been my thing. I picked up a lot of languages, but musical instruments still escape me.â He grins, as he flicks the ashes off his cigarette. âI donât think you can teach an old dog like me new tricks.â Chloe is comparatively young next to him; heâs had many more centuries to become set in his ways and jaded.Â
âYou know what? Iâd actually pay to see that.â Drew laughs at the thought of Chloe doing something like that; sheâs probably right, given his low opinion of humansâ intelligence, especially the punters that came to their gigs. âMy bandmates are a bit like that tooâ maybe more drugs, then theyâll stop asking so many questions, huh?â
âŠÂ  ;  harry thomas â @humanfrailty
it seems his tactic has worked, at least for the time being, ryusei allowing the ghost of a smile to tease at his lips once more. as long as harry took the damn guitar and used it wisely, it'd be more than enough repayment. of course, the satisfaction of helping out a friend may not be such a convincing payment method to the other who scrambles for an answer.
ââ you will pay me in sake and good music. ââ a stern voice assertively replies as he leans back to take a shot of vodka, releasing a happy groan at the lovely sting dragging down his throat. liquid courage always helped ease his nerves before a show, after all. let alone trying to assure harry everything would be alright. ââ play for me. what's on your set tonight ? ââ
"Sure." Harry mumbles, glancing down at the guitar case. He's acutely embarrassed at having taken it, yet also secretly glad; he's a man of many contradictions, and this is no exception. "Covers, mostly. It's what people come to see. They don't really give a shit about our original songs, which is fair enough, I suppose. I wouldn't like to be a frontman. I don't mind just standing in the back and playing my guitar and being out of the spotlight, really." He opens the guitar case, eyes wide with anticipation. "It's a Telecaster! Man, thank you so much, it's like Christmas has come early this year!" His delight is plain to see.
âŠÂ  ;  harry thomas â @humanfrailty
rejecting a gift at first is generally seen as common politeness where ryusei comes from. except he knows better than that, understands that harry's somehow trying to weasel his way out of acceptance. whether it be for pride or other reasons, he could care less. thin brows narrow as he simply stares on with a cool icy gaze. as though he might cut a dagger right through poor harry's heart if he dares to push back against the small gesture. ââ can't ? or won't ? ââ
time to get creative. perhaps he can spin the situation into a perspective that suits his friend, easing whatever anxiety may dig beneath the flesh. ââ it's a favor to me. take it off my hands, yes ? our van needs more space. what's the saying ? ââ ryu gives a low hum, searching his memory for some english idiom buried between song lyrics and terrible grammar. ââ ah ! â one man's trash, another's treasure. ââ
Harry purses his lips, trying to weasel his way out of this one. It's really hard to look like you don't want a shiny new guitar that's being offered to you, when you really do want it. "Well, all right, but let me give you something in return." He's racking his brain frantically for something he can give in return, and he will give something, no matter how much Ryusei will refuse.
His dad had instilled in him a strict order to never take freebies from anyone, and Harry will stick to it, never mind the fact that he only has ten pounds to his name right now. "I'll pay you back for it. Slowly, because I'm skint right now, butâ please, you have to let me pay you."
redemptioninterludeâ:
Faye knows what she looks for, usually. Itâs that CONFIDENCE AND SWAGGER that comes from a person, who knows who they are, and what they want. Harry, though, doesnât seem to be any of those things. In fact, heâs all but stumbling over himself, the way that heâs like tongue-tied and playing to impress. Itâs unfair to draw him onwards like this, as if something might shift and change within her, or him, to make this anything other than the picture of her using him. But right now, when he had a nice car and was willing to fumble himself to make her laugh, the attention feels nice, doesnât it? And maybe his earnestness is something that she could find charming for an afternoon.Â
How lovely it is to lean back and let him treat her, though, she suspects he doesnât have the mean. And part of her doesnât really care - and isnât that the worst of all? The nice boy whoâs been taken advantage of, she leans in, those RED LIPS GRINNING back at him, and she thinks, even still, this is more fun that heâs probably had in a while when not sitting in the front seat. And maybe, for fun, she could convince him to take her for a spin, adrenaline junkie, troublesome woman, sheâd do her worst to get what she wanted⊠and for now, her glass tipped against his own, already feeling herself warm like honey beneath the influence of fine whiskey.Â
âYouâre fun because you shouldnât be fun. Because I feel like I might ruin your life, or make your night, and I think you FEEL THE SAME WAY about it, and canât wait to find out. Because youâve been waiting for something like this, havenât you? To shake you, wake you up, make you into a person youâd be proud of. So here I am. And youâll be fun to watch to see what wins. So. Think about it .Where do you place your bets in this, Harry?â
âYeah, sâpose I do.â He shrugs his shoulders and takes a sip from his whiskey glass, slightly startled at how well sheâs able to read his emotions. Not that itâs hard; heâs an open book, for better or for worse, the kind of man who wears his heart on his sleeve because he doesnât know any better. âI do hope you donât ruin my life though, because it would be rather a lot of bother.â Harry adds, a touch of that self-depracating humor ever-present. He finds himself wanting to down the whiskey to give himself the liquid courage to look Faye in the eye, and not wanting to look like a complete heathen in front of her and everyone else in this much-too-posh establishment.Â
âI think youâre the most extraordinary person Iâve ever met, and I mean that.â He murmurs, trying to sound like he really means it, because he does. He never can seem to fully put his social awkwardness to bed, as much as he tries. âBut I know you donât really care for words.â He glances up at Faye from the corner of his eye, and gives her a half-smile. âI just donât want to go on wondering what if? anymore. For better or for worse, whatever happens tonight.â

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âŠÂ  ;  harry thomasâ@humanfrailty
ââ ăźă©ăăæăćșă. ââ the words murmur aimlessly past sore lips as ryusei canât help but frown at the poor sight before him. it was an old idiom from back home ; get out of your throat, to want something so bad you could almost taste it. thatâs how he used to feel a couple years ago when he and the martians were starting out. hardly a dollar to their names, managing to get by with busted equipment and many a stolen item snatched from local stores when caving in to desperation. harryâs circumstance brought him right back to those days. lately they managed to get by just fine, but it wasnât so long ago they were all riding that same boat.
ââ wait here. ââ ryusei softly commanded before dipping into the back room where he and his bandmates were hoarding their instruments, quickly returning with a guitar case in his hands like a dog happily retrieving a bone for their owner. ââ take it. i have no need. ââ he insists while forcing an awkward tilted smile to curl at the edge of his lips. while he struggles to truly express himself at times, it takes no effort to show a little kindness. ââ donât refuse or there will be hell. just play. ââ
âRyusei.â He finally looks up from his beaten-up guitar, at the sight of his friend presenting him with a brand new one. âLook, itâs a really lovely gesture, but I can't take it from you.â There goes Harry with his endless principles again. He doesnât feel like explaining the whole sob storyâ of how heâs always wary of being accused of getting things because of who his father was. Never mind the fact that no one in this music venue gives a fuck about his long-dead dad, or the fact that this has nothing to do with motor racing. Heâs going to stick to his guns.
âNot because I want to insult you, or anything, but becauseâ well, Iâll play it for tonightâs show, because I donât want you guys to sound like shite up there because of me, butââ Heâs fumbling for words, trying not to piss off Ryusei. And besides, he really DOES want a new guitar. âItâs lovely, trust me, Iâd love to, but I justâ can't.â
@cometsdiner
âYou know, itâs funny because Iâve never learned how to play any instruments in all this time.â Drew exhales a cloud of smoke as he leans back in the armchair, grinning over at Chloe. He generally tries to avoid the company of other vampires, because he doesnât care for their egos, but she seems alright for now, and theyâve obviously had the same idea to try and blend in. âI donât think Iâm a particularly good singer either, butâ thatâs the nice thing about punk, isnât it? Anything fuckinâ goes. My bandmates keep joking that Iâm a vampire, and I just humor them and laugh along, but if only they really knew.â He flicks the ashes off the end of his cigarette. âWhat about yours? Do they suspect anything?â