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         “i’m so JEALOUS of your creativity,” june muses dreamily, admiring his work as they peer over augie’s latest film.  both of them are, really.  sometimes she feels like she’s the only one whose contributions can’t be seen.

@stringdeath ; sc.

        she flexes her jaw, rubbing a hand over the knot working into her neck, there’s a fresh bruise lining the length of her cheek, something she certainly wasn’t opting to talk about, but of fucking course, he would bring it up. 

        “none of your business,” she grouses, dropping her arm back to her side, “d’ya always gotta ask stupid questions?”

      “ yer’ loss!  he was a-hollerin’, let me live! let me live! heh heh heh! rabbit pie tastes better after they’ve done a little bit of runnin’. 

huntin’ season is, after all, upon us and sometimes, the herd needs some… thinnin’ out.  ”

       his own style is a little less hunter meets hunted and a little more like he seems to think somewhere, somehow, he’s doing a good thing. that is, unless he’s with june. then things get a little more... violent.

@stringdeath

         “–so i said touch me again and i’ll kill you. and he did. so i bashed his head in with a baseball bat.” well, she wished she had. bev would never have such gall to act out, especially against her father. but she’d engaged in a deep story to tell this guy just why she was out so late by herself. “don’t worry, mister. heard about the murders, i can handle myself.” she’s got a five-inch pocket knife in her jacket and she isn’t afraid to use it. 

@stringdeath —- v i c e n t e 

          ❝ —- are you going to do it again? ❞

                         the question is sudden and without context, but it is accompanied by a surprisingly insistent grasp as she stops him from leaving just yet.  her lips press together, eyes searching his face.

          ❝ i saw her. i thought she was beautiful. ❞

       he’s still trying to walk when she asks the question, trying to get to his next class, and he turns his head to answer just in time for her to grab hold of his arm. something about the force behind the gesture tells him that she knows something, but he doesn’t panic. not yet. even her words send a shiver down his spine, cause his mouth to go dry, but he tries not to nervously lick his lips.

@stringdeath STARTER.

“hey, dude. you’ve got gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe.” dillon stated while his expression remained flat, his gaze on the younger man. “i’m not kidding i swear, i was trying to ignore it but then i figured i best tell you since you know - awkward, right?”

     “ well, uh, no——it’s all over the fuckin’ place. you’ll have to do a bit of scrapin’ if yer’ gonna want a piece. ”

@stringdeath​  —- vic / starter call.

           ❝ i think your brothers might be suffering from separation anxiety, ❞ june greets, tipping her head in a subtle nod to the small group that vic had abandoned in favor of his new seat beside june.

            ❝ are you sure you aren’t breaking some secret frat code?  they seem pretty invested.  it’s the sophie’s choice of seating arrangements. ❞