— BLOODSHOT EYES.

the anxiety of own ramblings is minimized as steven speaks, though the nerves persisted  –  as they always did, rarely in situations like these, however. she smiles, playing with the strap of her bag. “ what ever happened to partners ? ” kevin challenges, uncertain where they stood beyond deals made in a stupor. she wasn’t good with strangers, let alone catching up with those outside her inner circle of friends. the blonde didn’t mind, though, it was merely an uncertainty that persevered throughout, one she’d come to terms with in due time. “ i happen to be pretty– well, alright with that sorta stuff. not really with computers, but … i work over at roseburgh, ” she gestures up the street, even as the nursing home wasn’t within eyeshot. “ activities assistant, so … i know how to make a sell. mostly to people pushing ninety, but – ” a dismissive wave is offered and eye contact, previously not as consistent as it should’ve been, is discontinued  –  finding the mentioned vans. “ ah … smart guy. ” her own attire remained the sneakers from that faithful night, converse : double-knotted, worn loved to bits. “ it’s nice to meet you, too. again. ”

     jimmy’s a simple guy. he gets forty-five minutes to himself each day - a small reprieve from the hundreds of little assholes who think they’re a comedic genius for pointing out how ‘ oui-oui ’ sounds vaguely obscene - and each day he does the same thing with that time. a cigarette (a dirty habit stolen near the dumpsters where no one can call him out) followed by a whazz, and a lunch spent with a podcast and a peanut butter & jelly. its tradition, and its the only way he keeps himself from going insane. today, however, his trusty headphones had bit the dust (been torn apart in his dogs fat little fuckin’ mouth) and he was left with only his co-workers to distract him from reality. with a hefty sigh, jimmy pastes on a smile and drops into the plastic chair next to steven. “ another day, another dollar - right k i d ? ” // starter for @stvnknny

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

05/30 @ 7:15 AM — hey i’m at work and i was thinking - do you remember mr. albron? he taught that english class i had with you? dude. he /still/ works here.05/30 @ 3:19 PM — you realize that i’m a teacher, right? i /work/. i’m not on my phone when i have kids in class, or in study hall, which is where i WAS, btw05/30 @ 3:20 PM — if you let yourself in my apartment and you’re there when i get home, i’ll kick your ass. and i’ll win, because i’m bigger. no biting allowed.05/30 @ 5:43 PM — hey thanks for coming by. i actually had fun! i miss spending time with you and sawyer. you never hang out with me anymore :(((((((05/31 @ 11:08 PM — i’m sneaking this text to you while my students take a test. it’s a half day, for whatever reason. wanna get lunch around 1? my treat, i’ll even hang out with you again next time katherine crashes your apt.

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?

DATE UNKNOWN. DATA FILE MISSING. — fuck sienna i fucked up bad. i fucked up and i don’t know what to do and i’m gonna be guilty over this for the rest of my life.05/29 @ 3:11 AM — i broke my nose, there’s blood everywhere and i don’t even remember how i got here.05/29 @ 3:12 AM — there’s so many fucking things wrong with me and i don’t know how to fix it 05/31 @ 2:38 AM — do you hate us? is that why you pushed us away? are we a constant reminder of mom and dad and what you lost?05/31 @ 2:39 AM — they were my fucking parents too.

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

smkinney is typing … this is the only time you’ll see me at a sportsball gamesmkinney is typing … totally the best school trip we’ve had

What my muse saved your number as?

sister (older)

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

default

How many times my muse has called your this week?

3 times, and all of them have been because she didn’t text him back fast enough.

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

STARTER FOR STEVEN KINNEY ( @stvnknny​ ) !

medication wraps her memory in a thick, opaque fog  –  shelving sawyer’s spontaneous tendencies, and bringing forth color-coded calendars and bullet journals. phone reminders were to be found on her phone in plentiful, too. from six thirty to eleven fifteen. often reminding her to take the aforementioned drugs. ironic. but she still retained some semblance of recollection, especially when it came to things of more importance. like the trip planned to cornell, a three-hour drive to ithaca  –  one steven promised he’d take her on. she still had her license, though allowing sawyer kinney on the HIGHWAY was a matter of national security. sawyer stands in the hallway now, watching as steven scrambles together all that’s needed on a road-trip once planned. “ you can watch an episode of SPONGEBOB and repeat everything word for word, but god forbid you remembered something relevant. ”

the entirety of her morning had been a blunder ; a snowball rolling down a hill only packing on more and more and more – “ nothing, nothing … SORRY, i was – gonna say something about shoelaces and – you know, ” except maybe he doesn’t remember. she’d never been very MEMORABLE, let alone at functions like the one where they’d met. “ but you probably don’t remember, and it – it would sound like i actually don’t know how to tie my shoes, and i can ! definitely. just … not back then. ” when drunk she means but that’s not what she says and instead she sounds like a complete idiot. go figure. “ sorry. this isn’t at all how i imagined– not that i’ve … ” she had pictured this moment, though, perhaps not in great detail but a moment nonetheless. they’d meet and she’d say something far more intelligent than she had. too late now. resignation paints doll-like features and she takes a breath. stop talking. “ – … hi. ”

HER REFUSAL IS IMMEDIATE, offering her brother a shake of the head almost immediately after the words leave him. “ That’s not how it — she — works. She likes that spot, not … whatever’s in the way. ” Another thump, and she’s back up again, reappearing in her same spot two feet away from the rack, which has moved only about three inches total every time she rams into it. “ I have better places to be if I can’t work, and I’m not about to leave her here to TERRORIZE the place. ” Sienna, conversely to the younger, has no qualms about what she says in the Black Rock Witch’s presence. Some of the teenagers in town ( or more aggressive adults ) went out of their way to harass Katherine, and Sienna wasn’t one of them … but she wasn’t scared of her either, mostly eye-rolling frustration each time she saw the ghastly figure. The story was tragic, she knew, but there wasn’t enough sympathy in the world for Sienna to care about the feelings of a woman hundreds of years dead. Not when she had her own shit going on, anyway. “ Shit. ” She mumbles, finally making movement closer to the Witch, with a glance thrown back at Steven. She grabs the rack by the opposite side, yanking it away from where Katherine walks, and towards the Kinney siblings. A sweater flutters to the floor, hanger clattering not long after — and the Witch moves forward, standing contentedly now that obstacle was gone. She’s just past the rack, staring at the wall, and Sienna grunts in frustration, stalking off back to her brother. “ See? She just … wants to go where she wants to go. She’s like a fucking 1600s bulldozer. ” A pause, aided by a look indicating defeatedness. “ You willing to wait her out with me? I have … Uno cards. ”

* / STARTER FOR STEVEN KINNEY ( @stvnknny )

a homebody, through and through, kevin’s explorations of town are LIMITED to the market and clough’s. her scheduled outings rarely stray from routine – a sandwich bought at the deli at eight o’clock on the dot, a bus to newburgh caught fifteen minutes later, classes at her university, and a return at four pm. sometimes she’d stop by the aforementioned bookstore, or pay a visit to the blakes but rarely did she derail from a set timetable. with the exception of today. for some reason, unbeknownst to kevin herself, she’d requested the meatball sub instead of the usual ham sandwich. TO SWITCH IT UP ! a decision which had added another five minutes to her usual wait, which had resulted in a bus missed. all in all … her day was going poorly and it was still early. what she didn’t need added onto the growing pile of mistakes was the ILL-TIMED ENCOUNTER with a boy who she hadn’t seen since february. a comment made, something about shoelaces though she’s certain she BLACKED OUT halfway through, and kevin quickly backtracks. “ wait. don’t say a word. knew it was a mistake the minute it came out of my mouth. ”

@stvnknny / TRUTH BE TOLD, calling Steven of all people in to help her was a mistake. Sawyer would have been the better option, the one more likely to walk Sienna through her complaints instead of LISTENING to them. But the elder Kinney ( at least, in comparison to youngest sister. He was still her baby brother. ) was the first one she flocked to in crisis such as this. Mostly, because while he was more put together than Sienna — neither of them compared to Sawyer. It made her feel like slightly less of a disaster. Though in this particular instance, it was more to throw her frustrations at a more sympathetic target, instead of dealing with her sister’s optimistic there’s nothing we can do.  “ It’s bullshit, ” She said, voice lowered and eyes flicking towards the mumbling, frail figure in the corner. “ Someone reported that she was here on that stupid FUCKING app, and I haven’t had business all day. She’s literally stinking up the place. ” Another glance is tossed towards Katherine, who keeps walking into a clothing rack and collapsing, only to stand up again, a forever moving image of struggle. “ It’s already been like, twenty minutes. Didn’t she stay in the Maynard’s kitchen for like, three days? I’m gonna have to throw that whole rack of clothes out. ”