Rufus Sewell, 1995

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Rufus Sewell, 1995

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wow i’m suddenly back but without my old icons or photoshop for now so very limited resource-wise! ~ gonna give the blog and oscar a mini-revamp soon, but for now like for a starter!
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this meme → 40.
a sigh’s escaping her lips as she hears the foot steps ECHOING through the building get closer and louder but then suddenly STOP and she doesn’t have to look up to know someone is standing behind her. she can feel their eyes on her but she doesn’t turn to look as well. “ please don’t take it personally if I say I really don’t want to see you right now, or anyone for that matter. ”
all oscar wants to do is escape like a sigh from the building - metal cigarette lighter cold against his leg through tattered jeans pocket, breathing ragged, hand tap-tapping an anxious rhythm against his thigh. he’d thought he was strong enough to enter a hospital just to visit one of his few friends but no, one smell of the sterile air has set his heart racing, his heart is hurting, and he has to get out and have a smoke before he makes a scene, and surely it can only be a little bit further up this corridor, he can make it out without any witnesses -
he’s not alone. someone (a doctor?) is standing in front of him, and he steadies his breathing, anticipating judgement. her little speech, however, sets him off once more, and he blurts out “ sorry! ” in a high voice, a child’s voice but for the smoker’s rasp and crack in its tone. then hands stop tapping, weave together like wicker, and he blinks at her, somehow both pale and flushed, all too bashful for a man of his age. “ but, uh - could y’tell m’where the exit is? dyin’ fer a smoke - um, obviously not in th’hospital, though. obviously. ”
“I am a fan of both,so heh but cats seem to dislike me, no clue why” the woman seems to think about what the other said and nodded her head again“true true but l don’t think your that bad so far"
She goes to copy the other shrug as the other talks. “that fine, you can find some people filmed us on youtube or just find our music online easily but just to warn you, l tend to climb stuff doing shows” oh, she just seems to smile more at that,trying to hide the fact she had a plan now “if you want, l can help you with that"
“ i swear dogs can tell they freak m’out, always jumpin’ up and yappin’ at me - s’hard to keep some dignity when yer terrified of a fuckin’ pomeranian, ” smile widens at her next words, hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “m’not bad? well, shit. biggest compliment i’ve had in a while - no sarcasm.” he’s being playful, but there’s a definite undercurrent of sincerity there, which only deepens as she talks a little more, genuine interest showing as she talks about her career - what a novelty to live such a life, to do a job you genuinely enjoy.
“ y’climb on stuff while performin’? sounds epic. ever crowdsurfed? ” as a kid, he’d always wanted to do it. to be honest, it was a lot of the reason why he’d wanted to be a rockstar. but as he’s getting carried away, reminiscing himself into silence, she mentions something about helping him with his journalism, and though his eyes light up a little, his demeanor shifts. oscar stares at the ground, with a bashful shrug. “ i appreciate it, really, but short of a miracle nothin’s gonna set m’career on fire. best thing y’could do for me is get me a ticket to one of yer shows - which’d be amazing, by the way. ”
venturedforth replied to your post “i have so many half finished drafts but my writing is just coming out...”
i feel this so much! i have so many that i've put on the back burner bc i dont want them to come out half-assed. the struggle.
ahhh it’s good to know that it’s relatable and i’m not just being a Bad Rper

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i have so many half finished drafts but my writing is just coming out so bad?? i feel terrible about keeping people waiting so long and i have muse for oscar but i've got intense writer's block rn
yolonists:
the only running i do is running out of money
hand goes up to scratch at a phantom itch on that exact nose, thumb rubbing against the bulb. he’s never had whatever the fellow has in his hand ( appetizing – ? maybe. ), but his stomach roils no doubt audibly, and the points of ears ( thankfully, covered by hair ) turn a light shade of red. all he had in his pack was a rather sad excuse of a granola bar and a half-rotten banana.
❝ mhm. ❞ he kicks himself up and off of the wall, discerning on if oscar was fibbing him or not. he stands now at his, albeit limited, height, head tilting slightly to the right. ❝ why ain’t i’ like that no more. ❞ curiosity is feigned, voice too dry to be considered a legitimate question.
oscar senses a lack of interest, but answers the question anyway, awkward silences being far more painful than unwanted responses. “ got it fixed up with surgery when i was a teenager. waste of money, really, but i wanted to be a pretty-boy musician for a bit, if y’can imagine,” a hand rubs at an unshaven cheek, smile reaching his lips at the memory of his misplaced vanity, at his assumptions of an easy future. “ trouble is, can’t sing t’save m’life. ”
smile fades when the kid’s stomach growls, audibly reiterating the malnourished frame his eyes have taken in, and he glances down at the kebab in his hand. honestly, it’s a dodgy, greasy thing, probably the opposite of what the boy needs - which is three balanced meals a day, and probably a bath - but oscar gets the feeling he wouldn’t respond well to him attempting to adopt him. besides, the man can barely take care of himself, let alone a child. he’d be safer on the streets. so all he does is shrug, vaguely proffering the food. “ look, i can tell you’re not the kinda idiot who’d eat something some creep gave you, but - despite appearances - m’not some creep, ” a pause, a shrug. “ besides, m’not hungry. already ate a load today, so if y’don’t take any it’ll just get thrown away. ” lies, probably not all too convincing, but oscar’s no master of psychology.
idk why but this is pretty and made me think of @sylphboned
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“sir!” evan calls out, trying to get the man’s attention. “sir, you dropped this!” he waves the wallet over his head. “think it might be a little important.”
oscar turns around, feeling around his coat pockets, then (unfit, out of breath) jogs up to the other, eyebrows raised. “ shit - thanks, kid! ” he takes it back off him, a tatty black faux-leather affair, and holds it for a moment. “nice t’see yer honest - though if y’were a thief, y’d be disappointed, as y’can probably tell from how light it is.”
stained hands with bitten nails pry open the wallet, extracting a torn banknote or two. “ look, s’not much, but i’d only spend it on smokes or drinks. y’deserve it for bein’ honest - gotta say, at your age i was so deep in student debt i would’a kept it. ” a genuine smile, becoming a rarity these days, lifts cheekbones and crinkles eyes. “ then again, i was a right little prick. ”

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i.. don’t deserv e such praise from 3 rpers i really look up a heckload but i am?? so happy thank you
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quite used to strangers staring at him ( always sets him off, though ; they could be planning shit, which is why he tenses himself, ready to grab the knife which was always tucked unnoticeably in his pocket ), he returns the glare, gaze unwavering. ❝ – what. ❞
something about eating a kebab while standing beside the scrap of a boy feels wrong, unnatural. sure, oscar hasn’t eaten today, but when deepset green eyes settle on hollow cheeks marked with dirt and scars, he’s not so hungry. still, kid looks too smart and too tough to accept food from strangers - and, again, there’s the problem of how he comes across; middle aged chainsmoker in tatty black overcoat approaching a small kid in this part of town, so he finds himself staring blankly at the other, kebab turning lukewarm in the evening air. then he senses eyes glaring up at him from their place two feet further down, and a barked accusatory question.
oscar starts, unsure of how to address this person with the body of a child and the stare of a man, until, “ y’nose, ” he simply says, shrugging shoulders too small for their coat, “ s’like mine was when i was a kid. crooked. happened in a fight - other kid kicked m’arse, though, whereas i’d say y’look more likely to give ‘em a fair run for their money. ”
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heading onto mobile for the night!! honestly i was way too slow with replies today bc i was making icons but i’ll get to those i’ve left hanging tomorrow! thank you all for being so patient and for rping with me and oscar bc honestly;; we’re both Awful
Rosie sometimes forgot a lighter. When she was in a hurry or a bit spacey, it wasn’t uncommon for her to leave the apartment without essentials; her wallet, ID, and in this case, a cheapo lighter. She had to have dozens around her apartment and somehow, one couldn’t make it into her purse. Some would call it a lovely coincidence that a stranger offered up theirs to use, but on this side of town, Rosie didn’t take too kindly to strangers. She looked the man offering up and down once, thinking he had to be some kind of creepy flasher to be wearing that sort of coat. “…No. I’m fine. Could be doing worse.”
always on the lookout for judgement from others, oscar noticed the way that she looked him up and down almost immediately, and his hands darted up to adjust his coat, toying with the collar, with the button that was handing on by a thread because he was too lazy to sew it back on. in this garb, old coat reaching his ankles and scruffy boots poking out of the bottom, he knew he must look like some kind of pervert, so he took a small step back, tried to smile like a normal human being would smile, took another drag on his cigarette.
“ fair enough. might end up with a voice like mine if y’keep it up, though.” his voice, always weak and husky, decided to crack on the last word, thus proving his point. clearing his throat, (fat lot of good that’d do), he looked the young woman in the eyes. “ look, kid, i’m not after anythin’. i live ‘round here, i know what kinda skeevy bastards y’must have t’deal with. i’d like t’think m’not... well, m’a bastard, sure, but i’d like t’think m’not too skeevy. just thought you’d want a light. ”