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Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.
[ text ] i say this w all the love in my heart [ text ] but were u dropped on ur head as a kid ?????
[ txt ] ye man :-) [ txt ] da pt my hed thru a wall [ txt ] do u wna by weed il do u a deel
[ text; nox ] u know thats the first time thats come back as an affirmative [ text; nox ] congrats :) [ text; nox ] also thanks but my lungs r fucked n i shouldn't
[ txt ] iv edibls 2 if ur lookin [ txt ] y u askin anyway like been dropd on my hed [ txt ] wots tht got 2 do w anythin [ txt ] ansr my 1st q can i eet paper r not

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@miidnighters
busy cafe. noisy, too. one of those where there's not really any tables but they've stuck a bar up against the window with a few plug sockets. the crowd is very oooh i have a call with japan at two and hr at three, need to sneak in an acai bowl when i've got the time!!! busy people with fancy laptops and too many phones.
the guy beside you seems out of place though, eh? full nike tech tracksuit. fidgety. honks of weed. he's nudged your arm a few times accidentally but seems too focused on the iphone of the person sitting on his other side. any minute now you'd swear he was gonna ---- oh he's fucking done it!!!!!!! business man looks over when the barista calls his order and the kid swipes the phone, pockets it. locks eyes with you.
" ------- rats out. "
Callisto doesn't normally stop in cafes like this. She likes things with more of an arthouse feel - less of this stark minimalism that appeals to businesspeople conducting phone calls as if this was their own private office.
It is, however, close to where she's dropped off an order. There's a lot to be said for convenience when you're de-caffeinated.
It also means she spots the guy in his tracksuit get up almost immediately, as out of place as she is. Callisto waits for her coffee, elbow perched on the bar-table thing near him, when his flash of movement catches her eye.
Well. That makes more sense.
"I'm no snitch," A soft murmur - because that's surely what he meant, right? "But he's gonna notice in a minute."
he stares at her, maybe a little longer than you'd want for comfort, but he's sussing her out. can't be too careful with this sort of thing, can you? nox has been tricked before and you know what they say!!! fool me once, shame on you! fool me twice, what's your fucking issue pal have you got a problem??? can a man not make a living anymore, eh?? can no one mind their own business??? some neck on you getting involved in matters that don't concer-----
" an' if he does wha' are we gonna do? " he's turned towards her now, moved in a little closer. equally as quiet in an attempt to seem casual -- just a guy and a girl mumbling sweet nothings over a coffee!!! nothing to see her. " y'seem pretty chill. wha'a'ya say'a gettin' his eyes on you, gimmie a chance to ge' the laptop? wallet too if y'give me enough room. i'll meet ye a block over. we'll go halfsies. "
Callisto is not afraid of being stared at. He's not the first, and he's certainly not the last, with the way she wears her scars on display - though it's refreshing that he's not staring at those and is instead trying to decide if she is a snitch.
"We run, I guess." An amused smile curls at her mouth, not necessarily at the idea of running, but more at the idea of her running and how far she'd get before her knee gave out.
His offer though - Callisto considers it for a moment. Considers him. Stealing is not really within her bag of tricks, but the idea of halfsies is appealing - money is money.
"You're gonna owe me a coffee for this," Sha warns, slipping off her stool as her name is called for pickup.
there's one thing they have in common; scars! granted, most of nox's are hidden beneath badly done tattoos, but the kid wears a lifetime of beatings everyday. he's noticed, don't get me wrong, but knows what it is to be stared at. questioned. call it solidarity how he avoids looking. as she moves he stands a little straighter, giving her a wonky smile and a wink.
" you're some woman, you. "
she goes one way, he goes the other, coming up on the business man's rear. his own phone is pulled from his pocket, interest in a made up text his excuse for loitering mid-coffee shop. waiting for her to cause a scene, he keeps the laptop in the corner of his eye.
[ text ] i say this w all the love in my heart [ text ] but were u dropped on ur head as a kid ?????
[ txt ] ye man :-) [ txt ] da pt my hed thru a wall [ txt ] do u wna by weed il do u a deel
" can' kill a bad thing bro. " the joint is finished and the roach tossed aside and for a moment nox wishes it had been something stronger. six months clean. fuck that, man. waste of a life. " dude i miss fuckin' clockin' ou'a life. chase th'dragon man. fuck it, eh? sure havin' a head on me shoulders s'more important, wha'? dry as fuck. you miss it? "
"Mate," he takes a long inhale, tilting his head back as he bellows smoke out into the air. "I ain't aff it. I cannae. I've tried but I cannae do it." He runs a hand through the mop of hair on his head, taking another drag before dropping the butt and stamping on it. "I'm lyin', I haven'y tried. Not for a while, anyway. What's the point? Cause by definition, you have tae live until you die. Better to make it an enjoyable an experience as possible, just in case death is shite, which I presume it will be."
nox is quiet while he speaks, really hearing every word. see the struggle of coming off the stuff is worse than anything he's ever felt, and that includes watching his own leg decay right off the bone. wasn't his choice to get on the stuff. wasn't his choice to come off it, either. doesn't bare thinking about all that shit, though. why bother when all it'd do is cause more hurt? there's a weak attempt at a laugh, he swats the other's arm. " fuck sake man. you're some cunt'a have around, eh? nearly fuckin' send me back on it! depressin' cunt. " his shoe takes his attention, toeing at a chunk of gum stuck to the ground. the laughter leaves him. " i'd wanna say y'should come off it. wish i could tell ye it was worth it. lifes fuckin' unbearable dude. all th'problems you've now --- dealers, cash, sores, sweats --- i'd take 'em all back if it meant bein' outta my head. "
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not ideal to be robbin' your own da now is it? but sure what choice has the aul fart left him??? see when he was little nox never had much of anything right --- yeah no i know like, a child yeah what the fuck would a child have?? few teddies, few hot wheels like? not this kid. little noxy's favourite toy was a zip tie he'd fashioned into an armless, legless little man he named kevin. kevin's long gone, and actually fuck kevin we're not talking about kevin!!! not talking about childhoods!!!!
we're talking about standing in the back garden of his da's gaff, all in black, balaclava pulled back while he hoofs on a joint staring up at the open window on the second floor. " --- well there's our in, eh? you fuckin' --- see if you giz a boost an' a jump i reckon i'd be able'a grab tha' ledge. reckon? "
Eisen has to put things into perspective sometimes. His da died quite a few years back now, and that's terrible, but on some level it'd probably be worse to have the kind of relationship with the old man that Nox has with his.
He rubs his chin under the ski mask- if he wasn't wearing it, Nox would be able to see him pulling a face.
"Ach, c'mon - is that all ye brought me out here for?" Eisen gesticulates towards the back door. "'Giz a boost'...Honestly. You've got to let me pick the lock, man. I even brought my fuckin' tools and all."
" oooh fuck! ha! forgo' bout tha' yeah g'wan then man ge' movin' --- " one last almighty drag before the butt is flicked and the balaclava pulled down. being on the job gives him a little pep in his step, has a funky little way of making tracks towards the back door, phone torch on so eisen can see what he's doing.
" i reckon he's the grow equipmen' up in th'attic, only fuckin' house wi' no snow on the roof. we go in an' straight up, work our way back down, eh? an' take whatever y'fuckin' feel like too, free f'all. "
Eisen snaps his fingers and shoots some finger guns at Nox before he starts digging through the pockets of his big military surplus jacket.
"Aye, sounds like a plan." He pulls a cigarette lighter out of his pocket and groans. "Where’s the wee fuckin'-"
He pats down his breast pocket and has to remind himself this is a stealth mission and he can't indulge his instinct to yell 'ha!' Out loud.
"Ah, ya wee dancer!" The device he pulls out is palm-sized, obviously homemade from junk with uncovered wires and visible soldering. The end is key-sized, made up of a line of small metal pins that extend and retract when the device's buttons are pressed.
"Here, I'll get this bad boy fired up, then I'll give ye a boost up to the roof. In the top, out the door, easy fuckin peasy."
while eisen works nox is bouncing in place, less out of effort to stay warm and more the excitement of stealing from his dad. who stole from him. who stole from a different guy but that's not important, is it? no!!! what's important is the fact nox hasn't pooped in two days in anticipation for this moment. he's gonna shit under his da's pillow.
" yerrup ye boy ye, wha' a manoeuvre dude you're fuckin' -- sexy fuck you are, righ', crack on with tha' an' let's get movin'. " he'll go for a little stroll while he waits, trying a window one last time just to be sure it's not an option.
" see this fuckin' dickhead man, wha' a cunt. who does tha', eh? steals from their own kid. whole weed grow dismantled, stripped f'parts --- it'd make ye cry. it did make me cry a bit in all honesty an' i don' mind tellin' ye that man, he's fucked me. he's proper fucked me. "
@miidnighters
busy cafe. noisy, too. one of those where there's not really any tables but they've stuck a bar up against the window with a few plug sockets. the crowd is very oooh i have a call with japan at two and hr at three, need to sneak in an acai bowl when i've got the time!!! busy people with fancy laptops and too many phones.
the guy beside you seems out of place though, eh? full nike tech tracksuit. fidgety. honks of weed. he's nudged your arm a few times accidentally but seems too focused on the iphone of the person sitting on his other side. any minute now you'd swear he was gonna ---- oh he's fucking done it!!!!!!! business man looks over when the barista calls his order and the kid swipes the phone, pockets it. locks eyes with you.
" ------- rats out. "
Callisto doesn't normally stop in cafes like this. She likes things with more of an arthouse feel - less of this stark minimalism that appeals to businesspeople conducting phone calls as if this was their own private office.
It is, however, close to where she's dropped off an order. There's a lot to be said for convenience when you're de-caffeinated.
It also means she spots the guy in his tracksuit get up almost immediately, as out of place as she is. Callisto waits for her coffee, elbow perched on the bar-table thing near him, when his flash of movement catches her eye.
Well. That makes more sense.
"I'm no snitch," A soft murmur - because that's surely what he meant, right? "But he's gonna notice in a minute."
he stares at her, maybe a little longer than you'd want for comfort, but he's sussing her out. can't be too careful with this sort of thing, can you? nox has been tricked before and you know what they say!!! fool me once, shame on you! fool me twice, what's your fucking issue pal have you got a problem??? can a man not make a living anymore, eh?? can no one mind their own business??? some neck on you getting involved in matters that don't concer-----
" an' if he does wha' are we gonna do? " he's turned towards her now, moved in a little closer. equally as quiet in an attempt to seem casual -- just a guy and a girl mumbling sweet nothings over a coffee!!! nothing to see her. " y'seem pretty chill. wha'a'ya say'a gettin' his eyes on you, gimmie a chance to ge' the laptop? wallet too if y'give me enough room. i'll meet ye a block over. we'll go halfsies. "

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we haven't written much yet but i am in love with how vibrant your characters are. They truly come to life when i read what you've written and i'm so exited to be infected w that energy
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@miidnighters
what a place to spend your friday night. from the moment you step inside the first thing you'll smell is cigarettes, followed closely by booze and vomit. the floor ( carpeted ) is sticky and the crowd is difficult to manoeuvre; careful when you get a drink or you run the risk of losing it the moment you step away from the bar. everyone is talking - shouting, actually, over the live band nestled in front of the stage. by time you arrive it must be, oh jeez, past ten???
you've missed the headliner!
the whole reason to get here! haven't you heard she eats fire??? did no one tell you about how she belts jazzed up pop while doing a strip tease?? what do you MEAN you didn't know she told jokes?!?!!? well, you're in luck anyway, fool. she's there by the bar when you fight through the crowd. granted she's locked in deep conversation with a long haired man in a hawaiian shirt but she spots you over her glass, finishes the dregs and points. she's making a beeline for you.
" YOU... are new. and late. you missed the show. "
God, Morgan has had just the worst spate of luck this evening. Every avenue he took to get here to see the show (that's been recommended to him by no less than three different people) had some sort of comedy of errors stopping him, and there was a moment he seriously considered just giving up and going home.
But no! He has perservered, and turned up at the club frazzled, and out of sorts, and yes, late. One of his shoes is soaked through.
And now he's being directly addressed by the woman who must only be the star of the show.
"Ohhhhhhh my god, um. " His strung-together plan, post-acceptance of being late, had been to get here, have a quiet beer, and slink home with his tail between his legs. "I'm sorry?"
" good boy. you should be. " you wouldn't believe the night she's had. the day, actually. month. well i mean so far the year is pretty shit but hey man, the show must go on! she's clocked in; the lights are on, the club is packed and there's a wide eyed boy out of his depths ---- there's simply no time for reality.
in here, life is beautiful.
without a word stefani takes him by the hand, pulling him up to the bar where she rests naked elbows on the sticky wood and goes up on tip toes, shouting at the bar tender for two more, joe. a pause, she smiles at the newcomer. " do you like gin? vodka? you strike me as a spirits kinda guy ---- even if you're not, you are now. i refuse to be seen with you if you're drinking beer. " as she speaks she looks him up and down, quirking an eyebrow at the soaked shoe but deciding there's more pressing matters at hand.
" so, stranger -- do you know my name? "
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ive been trying to write but all my designated online time is being eaten lately (: i will maybe hopefully possibly get shit done tonight!!!

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she got a terminator twat i gve her my cyborg load
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oh so it WAS u
she got a terminator twat i gve her my cyborg load
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