uncanny

viktor: dont

viktor: if he contacts you block him

viktor: little piece of shit little meat bastard

viktor: [...]

viktor: that's sad :( i dont know why he'd say that ...

mili: that's a bit mean :(

mili: what if it's an emergency...

mili: [...]

mili: it is!! but i corrected him don't worry

viktor: have you spoken to mr. elias paxton recently

mili: whomst

mili: i don't recall but i can look him up if you need me to

mili: [...]

viktor: hello dearest sister who i love more than at least three things in this world

mili: are you alright

“Yeah, I’ll get…” trailed off, eyes flitting between various shelved bottles, indecisive in more ways than one. “Just a vodka, I guess. Plop a few ice cubes in. It’s a party. Tits out, toes out. Party rock anthem,” she added, letting out a breath of laughter when the bartender gave her a disgruntled squint – she’d pelted a beer coaster across the span of the entire bar, a few nights ago, and it had whirled all the way for his Adam’s apple, striking like a ninja star. Upon impact, he’d made such a dramatised gagging sound that it was louder than a strike of lightening, tongue extending so far from his mouth that Bradley was convinced it would fall out and sprout legs. “Et tu, rat? Not an LMFAO fan? Not a fan of everybody having a good time? Sick,” she dismissed, shunting her body sideways like she was fencing him out of the conversation completely. Devoid of protest, he went about fixing their drinks. “Hm.” Eyes narrowed to a slight squint, Bradley examined Mili’s face. Anyone would think she was deliberating something, cogs shifting as she stood at a fork in the conversational road. “They sound like cunts. You’re Rosa’s sister, right?” Eyebrows perking slightly in inquisition, the rest of her expression remained unreadable. “She reminds me of an ogre, sometimes. Not in a harsh way. Can just imagine her wearing the waistcoat. The brown one. Does she own one?”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a simple nod of his head, taking a few steps back hesitantly. “Yeah, let’s get out of here. Bad idea all around.” At the mention of bonding, Blake made a face and began to walk in the direction of the boardwalk. “You know, none of your siblings like me much,” he said. “They think I’m… I don’t know… Stuck up, maybe? I’m not… I mean, I’m not Gina… I don’t know. Viktor’s mean.”

In the late afternoon, the boardwalk was always busy. Buzzing with sellers and tourists and people just trying to get to the beach, Gianni always found himself weaving through sunblock slicked bodies on his way home after his shift. Usually, he did his best to get through as quick as possible, preferring to come back later at night when there were less screaming children and more live music from people setting up along the edge of the beach. His plan was derailed, though, when he spotted Mili, unable to help the bright smile on his lips. She seemed to be looking at the sea glass jewelry the seller had displayed on their table, and Gianni came to a stop beside her. “I think that necklace would look great on you,” he states, feeling the quickening beat of his heart when her eyes met his. “Compliments your eyes,” he shrugs, picking up the necklace by the charm dangling from the black leather cord. It was simple, just a circle of sea glass inside a silver frame and encased with resin to keep it both safe and in place, the color of the glass shifting in different lighting as it moved. “What do you think?” @milisamuels​

finger gun caused the corners of her lips to prick up in small smile, a huff of a laugh escaping through her nose. “ maybe, maybe you’ve got me completely fooled. ” andrea mused, a beat passing before she continued, “ but i think you’re only in for a win if you’re like, a really big fan of succulents and like hydroflasks. ” she said with a light chuckle at her own words. she didn’t imagine the people that lived in there had anything hugely valuable, who did on a college campus?  “ uh, yeah, ” drea said, putting the cigarette out and hopping down so she could throw it in nearby bin. “ i was gonna grab a shake from the in and out, that’s kinda nearby, if you wanna come with? ” she offered.

“Yeah. Witnessed it with my own eyes. My own hand, actually. Vin Diesel used to have hair, but that’s all I can say, for legal reasons,” Bradley admitted, so sincere that anyone would think she was serious. “Hoovered up someone’s coke, once, too, ‘cause I thought it would be funny. It was, in fairness.” She left out the grizzly part, of that. The way her jaw had been clenched inside of a meaty fist, laughter forcibly cut short. Chipped black nail digging deeper at the counter’s groove, Bradley stilled slightly when she felt the spike of a rogue splinter, inevitably carved there by her own making. Rather than flinch away, like most probably would, she tested the pad of her index against the tip, daring it to prick her like a knife’s point. If you bite, I bite you, back. Some insatiable part of her liked having reasons to get angry – it wasn’t that she needed it, but rather that she needed the excuse. After all, Bradley was always angry. Sometimes, it was just nice having something to point at and blame for it, something she didn’t carry with her. Something that wasn’t her. “Did you get dropped on the head as a baby?” It wasn’t a malicious question, although with Bradley, it was often a struggle to tell. Her eyes flit to study Mili, such a cold blue a great white could have swam in them – maybe, if you leaned in and squinted just right, you’d spot one. It was a limited pool, though, given the swell of her pupils. “Maybe you should start writing things down. You know. Brush teeth. Put on pants. Don’t wanna forget those, too. Strutting pussy out with ogre breath is probably a bit of a buzz kill.”

there’d been something oddly cathartic about sitting on a rocking chair on the front porch of a candy-colored house - viktor a stark contrast of dark layers, with his turtleneck and cheap beer and - parasol? - shielding him even further from the sunlight, though the porch’s hanger had done a more-than-sufficient job of doing so. “don’t lie to me, mili,” it was announced across the yard. “i’m very robbable.” viktor leaned forward in his rocking chair, sliding a pair of sunglasses down from atop his head. “a fucking bird stole my house key, or some shit, so now i have to crawl through the window like a fucking … barbarian.” he was still yelling across the lawn. there were crude gestures meant to symbolize how much he hated birds. it was also a lie of a gesture - he respected birds to a degree.

“You could argue it’s always too early in the day for cocaine, Mili,” he offered with a shrug, mouth opening and then closing again as he tried to recall the name. “The uh… the fancy buildings. You know? The apartments? Fancy,” he repeated for no reason. “Nice central air and it looked clean.”

Katherine nodded her head in understanding, sort of pleased that the other girl wasn’t a neighbor because she wouldn’t know that Kat was so reckless, sort of disappointed because she seemed really nice. “Oh cool,” she chimed, though she wasn’t sure she did know her brother. There were plenty of boys around that were tall, cute and moody, admittedly and Kat was grateful for the first two traits at least, “What’s his name?” she asked, maybe they had met or maybe she followed him on Instagram at the very least. “Uh yeah, I live around here,” she confirmed, waving a hand in the air in a vague sort of a manner, making no attempt to reveal that they were standing in front of her home. She smiled at the compliment to her house as if it reflected some kind of achievement of her own, “I know, it’s- I love it,” she agreed wholeheartedly, “My grandparents live in this city in Norway called Trondheim and it’s famous for all these colorful houses by the water- do you know it? You’d love it,” she spoke confidently as if she knew the girl intimately. 

“Yeah, something like that,” he said with a nod, observing the window for a moment. Noticing her gesture, he handed her the pack, shrugging his shoulders. “Maybe it does,” Blake stated. “I mean, it probably gets here entirely differently. Think the shit I got in New York was Thai, who knows where they get it ‘round here. Could be a good or bad thing.”

The crisp late November air was causing Cricket’s bad knee to ache more than usual. He knew the smart idea would be to stop where he was and order a Lyft to drive him the rest of the way home, but his pride just wouldn’t allow it. He was supposed to be in the prime of his life, afterall. It was humiliating that the relatively short walk from Garcia Row to Griffin Street caused him such pain. He’d just plopped himself down on the curb for a quick rest and a cigarette when he noticed a woman staring, unblinking at a house across the street. “Disappointing,” he rasped, pulling his gaze away from her as she finished her explanation, “I thought you were possessed and I was going to get to have a showdown with a demon.” Cricket flicked his lighter to life, bringing the flame to the cigarette pinched between his teeth. “Well, if you were casing the place, I’d tell you the students who live in that house have pawned most of their valuables to support their cocaine habit. The big bucks are at the pepto-bismol colored house on the corner. They’re Rochester transfers, though, so I doubt they leave their windows open.” 

perched up on a bit of brick fence drea sat with one leg over the other and a cigarette she’d pocketed from a party a couple nights before between her fingers. she loved to people watch, combined it with the cool evening air she could really just sit their all night. she watched the other as they stared at the student housing, letting out a chuckle as she finally noticed her and spoke. “ isn’t that something someone who was totally planning a robbery would say? ” she questioned teasingly, tapping off the ash with a grin. “ i don’t know though, ” she said, redirecting her attention to the candy coloured houses with thoughtful expression. “ maybe it’s just me but i think they look like some kid puked on them after going fucking bananas on some fruity pebbles. ” she said, though really, had she been asked for her opinion?

Katherine was on her way home from the nearest wholefoods with a backpack full of overpriced, organic food to fill the fridge she shared with her roommates.  As she approached the building she noticed an unfamiliar figure standing outside, seemingly admiring the place, maybe waiting for one of its residents or thinking about moving in. Curious, Kat pulled out her headphones and offered a polite smile, “Hey,” Kat greeted, almost interjecting as the other girl started to explain herself. She raised her eyebrows, looking up at the window, it was her window that had been left open, she hadn’t even considered the prospect of robbers, “Oh, yeah,” she offered with a laugh, pretending it wasn’t her own dumb error. “Stupid,” she agreed with a nod of her head, hitching her backpack on her shoulder, “Do you live here?” she asked curiously, she was pretty sure she hadn’t seen her on the street before but it was possible Kat simply hadn’t noticed; it wasn’t unusual for her to be consumed by her own thoughts while walking around town.