young god.

RIVER POLAT has been accepted to participate ! they are a 24 year old all the way from LONDON, ENGLAND. SHE is currently studying CRIMINOLOGY at the interchange !

hi everyone, it’s di again!! this time bringing in an old muse, river who only lives sad girl hours with halsey on repeat. i go by she/her pronouns and i’m in pst. more info on river below the cut ♡ ( tw self-harm, abuse, drugs, abandonment )

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 HARDER  THAN  SAYING  no  to  blow  at  a  rave.  Whatthefuck?  JB  cut  a  glance  back  in  her  direction,  brows  raised.  There  had  to  have  been  a  million  other  ways  to  phrase  that  and  yet….    ❝Do  I  need  to  get  you  a  help  pamphlet  for  that,  snow  princess?❞  He’s  completely  forgot  about  his  shirt  at  this  point  and  it’s  only  when  she  brings  it  back  up  does  he  make  the  move  to  look  back  down  at  it  again,  very  much  noticing  how  ridiculous  he  looked  all  over  again  before  parting  his  lips  to  speak.  The  answer  to  her  question?  He  doesn’t  know  exactly  but  he’s  quick  in  response,  letting  the  first  thing  that  popped  into  his  mind  make  their  way  into  words  formed  by  his  mouth.    ❝Beats  me,  but  my  bet’s  on  people  having  a  wild  bacchanal  out  in  the  woods.  Real  Dionysus  style.❞

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snow princess? that one was new. “so original but i think you only get a help pamphlet if you need help..so, i’m good.” river said with a shrug. her quote-on-quote issue was one she was more than happy to have. plus, it wasn’t that bad ( sure, keep telling yourself that ). stepping in closer, an amused look appeared on her face as she reached out to pinch the front of his shirt between to fingers, as though to get a better look at it. “yeah, must be it. and you’re wearing it around where kids can see it?” river teased, giving him an almost playful look. “you always compare things to the ancient greeks to sound pretentious or can’t help it?”

             ❝  to  say  no  one  is  a  bit  of  a  stretch.  you  might  just  be  my  new  favorite  person.  ❞  she’s  always  desired  finding  someone  capable  of  keeping  up  with  her;  one  who  could  match  her  temper  and  desire  to  raise  hell  —  partially  because  she  felt  like  it  and  partially  because  it’s  what  the  receiving  party  deserved.  with  her  attitude,  it  was  difficult  for  skye  to  make  real  friends  over  the  years,  but  she  craved  connection.  even  if  she  did  have  a  habit  of  pushing  it  away.  ❝  a  street  rat?  ❞  she’s  confused,  ❝  where  you  come  from  doesn’t  determine  your  worth  nor  does  it  give  anyone  the  right  to  treat  you  poorly  or  dismiss  you  because  of  it.  god,  i  fuckin’  hate  people.  why  can’t  we  just  burn  ‘em  all?  ❞  skye  can  feel  the  anger  growing,  but  the  satisfaction  brought  by  the  story  calms  the  storm,  albeit  only  a  little.  looking  to  the  other,  she  grins,  ❝  hate  that  you  had  to  do  it,  but  i’m  proud  of  you  nevertheless.  ❞

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river’s eyebrows rose at that, never one in her life having been considered someone’s favorite person. this was new....and completely unexpected. she didn’t really believe it, just accepting it as something the other said but didn’t actually mean. the confused look on her face didn’t surprise the brunette, her past wasn’t something she liked talking about even though the anger that had been festering because of it was her driving force. “it might not but it doesn’t stop them, does it? only person who ever thought like you was my social worker.” and that hadn’t ended well. “hey, you wanna burn them, i got the lighter.” literally. “had to do it...wanted to do it...is there really a difference?” she had done it more times than she could count and she’d do it again.  

"promise i’ll be on my best behavior.” river said, lifting her hands up from her...actually, she wasn’t entirely sure what number it was, drink and giving cass a wink. she felt light, good, all the feelings she constantly chased when she drank and smoked or snorted or whatever she had to do. the two of them had already been at the bar for an hour, verging on two, and someone should have intervened but they were currently being left to their own devices and that could only mean one thing.

open starter @interchangestarts​ (0/5)

bluebell’s eyes were dull with boredom. this traveling was exhausting and she needed something fun. something to do or someone to fill the void that gaped within her. her parents’ wishes were coming true at least. they were so busy she hadn’t had the time to ruin someone else’s life over her own. “should we go to the pool? i’m bored.”

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somehow, by a miracle, river had managed to avoid the misfortune of bluebell’s presence until that godforsaken project on fatalism had thrown them together. now it appeared the universe was going to do whatever it could to throw blue in her path and river, for one, was not happy about it. “only if i can drown you while we’re there.” she replied, smug look on her face as though there was nothing she’d rather do.

             surprisingly,  she  isn’t  disappointed  at  the  lack  of  actual  targets.  being  prepared  is  good  enough  for  skye  and  though  she  hadn’t  been  out  to  many  bars  herself  yet,  based  on  the  stories  she’s heard  from  some  of  the  women  within  the  programme  alone,  it  certainly  wouldn’t  hurt.  she  scowls  at  the  mention  of  handcuffs,  ❝  they  were  at  fault  yet  you  were  the  one  put  in  cuffs?  ❞  it’s  not  unbelievable;  wouldn’t  be  the  first  time  a  woman  was  forced  to  take  the  blame  and  it  certainly  wouldn’t  be  the  last.  ❝  how  good  did  ya  get  ‘em?  and  don’t  go  sparin’  me  the  gory  details.  ❞  skye  loves  a  good  bar  brawl.  maybe  they  can  get  into  one  at  some  point  on  their  journey  together.  minus  the  handcuffs,  of  course.  those  should  stay  in  the  bedroom.

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“ ‘course i was, no one likes a loud mouth bitch who knows how to throw a punch.” both things had gotten her into plenty of trouble many times before -  black eyes, bruises and broken bones kind of trouble. “especially if you practically live on the street and have nothing going for you.” when you were labeled one of the rats on the street, the powers that be did all they could to keep you locked up, it was only recently that things started to be different but old habits died hard. “got his nose pretty good, felt it crack,” river said, the smirk on her lips a little more devious than usual. “my hand was bruised for ‘bout a week after but it was worth it.” 

"t -true...false. no, true."

"...true."

"true."

"...true."

"fucking true."

"true."

her response      caused a nod      of his head      ❝ well      what if,       I asked       if you     had any        pain reliever.      just a pill      or       maybe        something else.  ❞        he wouldn’t      mind starting      the party at         this time,         even if it      was the two of them.        mariano didn’t        necessarily need drugs      to have a          good time     but it sure      as hell helped.     ❝ that’s more       my drift baby. ❞      he muses as       he leans in closer,         dark orbs scan       her from head       to toe       before letting        his eyes        rest on hers again.  ❝        I’m sure        you’d       thought about it           more than once .  ❞       of course      mariano didn’t think       anything would come         of this,       she was       way to tensed up,        through he could          always help out with that .      ❝ they’re    a bitch . ❞

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“how about you figure out what you want and i’ll tell you if i have it.” it might be easier than her listing off everything she had. “pills are easy though, if that’s what you’re after.” river watched him with an amused glint in her eye, mirroring his movement to lean in closer, a coquettish smirk on her lips. it was always fun playing with a new toy and he was just that at the moment. casual sex was her cup of tea and she drank from it as many times as she could but she tended to dip her toe in with strangers from a bar, not people in the program. though she could be persuaded ( quite easily ). “you’ve caught me there, might have lost count.” leaning back, she laughed, nodding at his assessment. “you’ve got that right.”

“true.”

“true.”

he shakes    his head     ❝ I mean,     I think I     could remember     one    or       two of     them but       nothing extreme ——-  ❞      he could        say that nightmares      were what       usually clouded      his mind,        images of        losing      his family        because      of the        life that      he would         eventually        decide to take. ❝       is this       an invitation       to do        some drugs        because     I’m sure       I won’t mind .  ❞       anything that         would       help him        forget that         true things        that took          hold of  his       mind.    ❝     you know        admitting      you have       an addiction         is        the first step ——        not denial . ❞        of course this         was mariano being as        annoying as he        could be.        own dark            orbs look        up at the sky,       wondering if       the whole other         realm was true,      that someone      he once loved       was looking       after him.       ❝  nightmares      are a bitch         , aren’t     they ?    ❞ 

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river’s eyebrows rose in his direction as she shrugged. “if you want something, i can’t say i don’t have it.” whenever they got anywhere, the brunette made it her first mission to find someone local to get things from, especially if she wasn’t able to sneak in her normal amount. she knew it wasn’t a good thing but she couldn’t survive without her vices. they were the one thing that helped her survive through her foster homes and the streets afterward. a hard habit to break. scoffing, she rolled her eyes, glancing up at the moon for a moment before her eyes returned to him. “you sure i’m denying anything? you want me to say i’ve been picturing you fucking me on a table since we met?” river mused, smirking at him as though daring him to test whether she was telling the truth or not. “yeah, i don’t think anyone out there loves having nightmares.” especially the relentless ones river had. they never stopped - not after what she’d been through. 

it could be possible that saiyr cared a little too much, willing to crusade for even the smallest injustice she put herself in situations that could have been avoided if she’d just stayed out of it, not that she’d believe you if you told her that. “ hell yeah we can. ” an eager grin on her lips, “ i’ve been planning the perfect murder since i was twelve. i think it’s time we put it to the test. ” 

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“finally, someone who gets it.” as far as river was concerned, violence was the answer and if someone was down for a sprinkle of it, she was hoping for a shower. “have you now? i always thought i had the perfect murder figured out but icicles are harder to come by than i thought they’d be.” tossing her clothes into her hamper, river leaned back against the machine as she surveyed the other. “what’s the plan then? i’m always in the market for a perfect murder.”