four am.

“  Oh yeah?  I can see that, really.. I mean, it does look good on you. You got any tips?  ”  A neatly packaged sarcastic note from that sly tongue. “ Rather be confused for an addict, if I’m being honest. I can only have my cheek pinched by so many old women. ” Roman’s lips hesitantly curve until he’s able to retain composure and keep a neutral expression. “ Whaa’.. I mean, if that’s the case then maybe you should follow me around  — just to remind these obsessive grandmas that I’m not under the age of twenty one. ”

He inspired a spike in her blood pressure, a contraction in her throat, the faintest quiver of her lower lip. And how? Saskia couldn’t tell, nor was she interested in finding out, as that would require admitting to herself that she found the male intimidating. “The key to lookin’ like an addict is the dark circles. Pretty in an I’m sorta dead kind of way,” she told him, teeth sinking into the inside of her cheek. “Oh, you think I could help? Give those old ladies a piece of my mind. I’m actually fantastic at pissing off the baby boomer’s generation.”

“I sure hope so,” Salem said, shaking his head. “All of my ID photographs look like mugshots. And ironically, my actual mugshot is probably one of the best pictures I’ve ever taken. Weird how that works.”

Cecil’s lips tugged in a crooked grin, shrugging a shoulder nonchalantly. “Yeah,” he nodded, wetting his lips. He wouldn’t ever tell anyone why he chose Rasputin. That Anastasia had been Cecilia’s favorite movie, that he missed his sister so much he named his fucking rat after a character from her favorite movie. “Mother of demons,” he mused, quirking a brow. “Very imaginative for a six year old.”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” Saskia hummed, eyes alight with a fervency for stimulating conversation, seeing how Cecil seemed to be a good candidate for such. “When I was in elementary school I used to think I could talk to the devil, or to ghosts or something. I had my own method and everything. I’ll show you if you want. Gimme a piece of paper.”

Jake couldn’t help but laugh at her teasing question. His fingers brushed through his hair, a smirk lingering on his face, “Are you free tonight? I think you deserve a drink for coming up with that clever line.”

His boldness sent her into a brief shock, word and sounds collecting on the back of her tongue in a sour aftertaste, threatening to clog her throat if she couldn’t eventually articulate them. “You waste absolutely no time, do you?” she spoke softly, a creating a slight amusement in her timbre as she collected herself. “I am free, but if we’re getting drinks I’ve gotta know a bit more. What are your intentions, puppy?” Frankly, interactions like this made her nervous. Saskia tended to lump all men together in a deviant category, assuming their whims were purely sexual, as they likely were.

   “  I cannot be the only one still being carded..  I mean, I get called ‘ baby face ’ one more time?  Might just hit everyone in the vicinity with a Bruce Lee patented  ‘ Fist of Fury ’.  ”

“Grow a beard, maybe,” the female suggested, lifting her shoulders into a shrug. “People thought I was fourteen year old drug addict up until like, last year. And then I grew a beard and everything changed.” A smirk played on her lips, but she won’t allow it to fully breach. “I’m actually kind of shocked that people label you as a baby face. I mean, check out those cheekbones -- and that jawline! So sharp you could tear someone open.”

“The dissection wasn’t the gross part though – it was the fact that people couldn’t stop making necrophilia jokes while we were elbow deep inside the pig.” Drew rolled her eyes slightly. “That’s why I’m convinced half my class should be on the registry – you can’t tell me that’s normal behaviour, right?”

hey folks *peace signs for everyone* sorry i’ve been absent as of the last week or so? maybe it’s been less, maybe it’s been more. i haven’t really been paying attention. life gets in the way, you feel me? especially when you suck at virtually everything man, i’ve dropped 3/4 of my college courses, and so for the last few days i’ve been trying to relocate muse. NOT THAT I”M WORRIED ABOUT MUSE!! because saskia and tynen are v important to me and i have absolutely zero intention of dropping them. i suppose i just mean, muse for writing itself.

but, seeing how i’ve got a lot more free time now, and a lot less stress bombarding every waking moment (love my dramatics) i’m going to try and dedicate more of myself to tumblr rp again, yeehaw. so here’s what i’ve decided so far:

*.: sᴀsᴋɪᴀ →

saskia is still as opinionated as ever, and nothing about her personality has truly changed. however, i would like to explore some darker themes with her. she’s got a loud mind and a quiet demeanor and i know it’d be easy to corrupt her, so come one come all! right now she’s going to be going through a phase where she’ll be throwing all caution to the wind, with the mentality that these are the best years of her life, and if death or murder is truly looming as close as it obviously has been on the atticus campus for some time now, then she’ll waste zero time waiting around for her life to end. there are things to be doing! experiences to be held, etc. 

this does NOT necessarily only pertain to drugs and drinking and sex. in fact, sex is not really an offer on the table, as saskia is still very uninterested in hooking up with people she’s not VERY close to. i’d like to see her acting more recklessly, doing things she might not normally find interest in. here are some plot ideas:

THE FIRST IMPRESSION → from the moment saskia met your muse, she took on this fraud persona of someone absolutely manic. when she’s around this person, she isn’t herself, she’s careless and rowdy and impressively irresponsible, all in attempt to be somebody she’s not. and for what? she isn’t entirely sure, but she’ll waste her time maintaining this facade anyways. [ open ] CELLMATES → saskia has never been arrested before, and this needs to change! whether it’s by accident or it’s entirely intentional, i need someone she can run from the cops with. [ open ] THE CONQUISTADOR → this person tries endlessly to sleep with saskia, for whatever reason they have, but she is just not having it. but she does have fun teasing them and getting their hopes up. lots of room for development. [ open ] THE VIEWER → this person has seen saskia’s cam shows before. they could have stumbled upon her accidentally and recognized a piece of jewelry in the scene, or something random sitting in the background, etc. so saskia is constantly stressed to the max that this person is going to tell the zine. [ open ] THE TEACHER → this plot idea is pretty vague, but i want someone to show saskia some of the really, really nasty parts of life. i mean this could range from something really simple, to full on murder. it’d have to be built on trust, so we’d definitely have to develop the fuck out of it, but yeah. [ open ] WITNESSES → we were the only ones to see this horrible thing happen and it’s fucked me up. basically, saskia and your muse experienced something really traumatic, but they have to keep quiet in effort to not be further involved. it could be DRAMATIC. this could alternatively be something like, i saw what you did but you’re making me keep quiet. [ open ]

some of my less organized ideas include something involving saskia’s dad! she’s never met him, so siblings or other relationships budding from her father would be very interesting. ultimately, fuck me up boi. i’m also 100% interesting in hearing your plot ideas too, so hit me with that angsty shit.

“Having a pet rat is great because I can just let him out of the cage when girls spend the night, and they flip out and leave when they see him running around in the morning. Rasputin has come in handy more than once.”

“That’s so devious,” Saskia commented, looking at the male over her shoulder as she sat on the couch. “Rasputin is that creepy demon guy from Anastasia, right? I love when animals have evil names. I had a rolly polly bug named Lillith once, but it died. I was like six.”

“So does anyone actually go to classes here? Or is this just a school that brings together junkies and alcoholics? Not that I’m complaining.”

“Is this a questions game? Are your eyes really that color or were you produced in a factory, dream boy?” Saskia prompted.

“Hey, you dropped this,” Salem said, picking up the student ID that had drifted to the ground from the person in front of him. 

“I what?” Saskia turned to face the other, obviously in a self medicated daze, as she often was during this time of day. “Oh, fuck --” she took the piece of plastic from him, running her thumb over her student photo and cringing a bit at the sight. “You know, some day I bet they’ll use selfies as photo IDs instead of these mugshot lookin’ ass pictures.”

“Technically, it was just a girl that died – and well, unless you identify otherwise, you’re a girl too – and girls can kill girls, regardless of their weight.” Kayden rambled on, knowing he knew useless facts from his hours of wikipedia browsing. “Aileen Wuornos killed like – seven men and she only weighed one forty and was five foot four.” He shrugged and glanced at the blonde. “You could take down a male if you were determined enough – a girl would be a piece of cake.” 

The fact that he’d thought of Saskia really wasn’t all that surprising–at one point in his life, she’d been his greatest course of comfort and familiarity. She’d seen him at his worst, he’d poured his heart out to her in ways he’d never done with somebody else. So was it really that strange that he found himself standing on her porch when he finally broke down over Pearl? That first night, walking home from the diner, he’d kept himself together. He hadn’t even broken down when he’d gotten home. He’d drunk himself into a twenty-four-hour coma, but he hadn’t cried. Not even when Lily, the grey tabby they’d adopted together just a few days ago, had begun mewling at him and playing with loose threads on his sweatshirt. But today, three full days after the breakup, he’d finally lost it. It hadn’t even been anything big, either. He’d been making himself breakfast instead of going to class, and as he’d broken an egg into a bowl a memory had flashed across his mind, Pearl breaking an egg over his head and cackling wildly behind him. He’d chased her across the tiny apartment until they were both out of breath from laughing. So maybe it wasn’t big, but it was big to him, and it had sent him over the edge. And now here he was, with puffy red eyes, a scratchy throat, and no good explanation as to why he’d thought his ex-girlfriend would be of help right now. But it was Saskia, and it seemed he knew her just as well as he’d thought, because she ushered him inside without question. Even hurrying to pack a bowl, which got a short, wet laugh out of him. He stepped inside, calming a little almost immediately as he sat down on the familiar couch in the living room. It smelled like a head shop–incense and marijuana, and he wasn’t entirely shocked to find that it calmed his nerves even further. “I’m sorry I showed up without calling or anything,” he said once she’d sat down beside him, candles now glowing around the room–the ones he’d always loved. It tugged at his heart that she remembered that. “Everyone’s pissed at me. I could’t think of anyone else I wanted to see me like this.”