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seven psychopaths starters / accepting! / @avinzas

at four in the afternoon, his shift at the rink has just begun. school for the little ones is done, shooing the children away to enjoy their childhood before secondary school whisks it all away in tides of entrance exams and the ever-looming future of adulthood. their parents are here as well, at least one per tiny human, and their grins could nearly put the overhead lights to shame. a handful of couples are scattered across the ice, giggling together under the guise of clumsiness, until a group of notoriously loud boys rush past with a wave of ice beneath their blades. kyungsoo sighs, the exhale swirling in tendrils before his lips, and he pushes off the wall where he’d been supervising. he hates telling those boys to skate slower, to be mindful of others, and that they have two more warnings before he has to ask them to leave, but it has to be done. 

at eight o’clock, the rink is at its busiest. weaving around skaters, especially those new to the perplexing properties of ice, becomes difficult but not yet impossible. fortunately, there’s no room for troublemakers to have their cake, but the growing crowd means more people will inevitably fall. (and kyungsoo has never been good with the ones who cry.) he’s only just helped an eight-year old girl wrapped in two coats back onto her feet when her younger brother, not even a meter away, trips on his own laces and tumbles to the ice with a sharp yelp. his sister muffles a laugh behind fleece gloves, and kyungsoo has to stifle his own with a tight-lipped smile as he double-knots the boy’s laces, reciting a few safey rules to the pair. they’re good kids, but they fall together five minutes later.

at a quarter to midnight, there are only four people left on the ice. two of them came together nearly an hour ago, gloved hands intertwined and smiles reaching all the way to their eyes. good for them. the third arrived alone (and is still alone), and kyungsoo--the fourth--has to be here so long as non-employees are in the rink. when a staff member at the counter interrupts the upbeat pop music for the ten-minute warning, the couple courteously glide (together) to an exit and toddle (still together) to a bench before changing out of their skates (again, together). now there’s only one other person still on the ice, and kyungsoo hasn’t been all that subtle about the sidelong glances he’s been sending the man, which is why his retort is already at the tip of his tongue when the stranger speaks to him. 

❦ —-  @avinzas​ ❧ —-  THE 1975 STARTER MEMES

            ✦ —- Amused, that was the feeling she would describe when she saw the male, smelled him, sensed him. This male who had something dark around him. She despised the humans of the this world, but creatures like him with a sense of darkness and evils she could find herself around them, they would make the perfect preys, if only their skin tasted more like the pure skins of Erilea, no here the air was dirty and toxic and it rubbed onto the skin of the creatures living in it, it made her hesitant to hunt, to feed of the man and woman of this world. You do not need wine to survive but it still is a nice way to do it.              She circled him, amusement on her face but the Iron still hidden beneath her skin. She circled him like a predator circled it’s prey. He was her prey, she would be his undoing, and she would enjoy it love it. “I do not care if you lie to me, for I do not care for you or any human. The disrespect in not lying better is what makes me want to rip you through shreds tho.” Liars, she grew up with them and fought beside them in her immortal life, lying is what she did for a living always and everywhere, yet there was to put effort in the act of telling a lie and the male before her did not exactly.. lie well. “If you want to be a lier and you want to be believed you should put effort in it. Your half assed attempt to lying is not exactly what you can say satisfying.”

Oliver looked like a dying pup; with the way his head tilted to the side, fringe covering his innocent blue eyes. Someone was curious about his mind? Well that is a first.

He always imagined that if he was going to exploit his thoughts it would either be through his art or poetry. Suddenly he feels that a nice glass of red would be a nice calming setting he needs to tell this. Lips pursed into a ‘o’ slowly as if he was about to tell the most elaborate treasure-filled story ever. When really it is as satire as sodomy. “My mind is a bit of a bully.” Mumbling softly in his thick accent.

Maybe he has an inferiority complex towards the way he talks. Sometimes he wished he was more fluent in Korean. Then again lately since he’s been living in Korea, his pronunciation was much better, but it also meant that his English was becoming rusty. The struggles of maintaining multilingual memory. Oliver rubbed the nape of his neck, leaning back against the nearest wall with one foot propped on it with his knee bent , trying the facade of cool was overrated for him by now. Yet his actions say otherwise.

               Such a ..

                                    「 cliche 」

Oliver was playing with matches that he sometimes carries with him when he stole them from local ajhussi’s who smoke fags. Oh right, – what you call cigarettes. Blowing one flame out, stench of burnt foul wood and grey smoke withering into nothing.  It reminded him of a metaphor, lyrical reference. One from his favorite band.

“ Cause I don’t need any more friends And another kiss like a fire on pavement We’ll burn it down till the end “

“I guess you can say that is on my mind. In the music mode. But a million things run into my mind every moment. But I guess a jukebox is playing in my mind…probably because I don’t want to think about my responsibilities, and how much more pain I got to suffer as I beat off to some porn. You don’t wanna wonder what goes on in this mind. “ Oliver shook his head with a playful, shy laugh, wavering his hands trying to dismiss the idea now. He didn’t want her to think weirdly of him for the way his mind works.

To say the two of them were close would’ve been a lie, despite her fascination for the said male, something about him had intrigued her, his way of carrying himself was highly interesting. The occasional comments and actions that came with his every day behavior, she had yet to get acclimated to them-- something she wondered if she ever could. He had a mind of his own it seemed, compared to her simple existence. 

Allowing her body to slide down, she accompanied the male with her back resting against the wall as well. The metal soles of her protheses tapping against the tiles of the floor, leaving an eerie sound. She wasn’t fazed by it, these artificial limbs had become part of her every day life, each sound and each moment she was so used to-- this accompanied with the stares she had to deal with on a daily base, most of which gazes filled with pity and sadness. As though she was an innocent lamb, unable to take care of herself, unable to live her life like any other. What a bother. She was perfectly able to get through life, sure, a few disadvantages here and there but in comparison to someone else-- someone, let’s say someone dyslectic. She wouldn’t have more struggles than a person like that, or so she thought of herself, she hated being looked upon with pity after all.

Gaze flickers to the small fire around the head of the match, though the fire soon turned into nothing but spoke causing her to follow the trail. Though she soon broke out of her own thoughts to focus more on those he voiced. He seemed complicated, everything about him came off as though she’d never really understand. She was a simple mind living in a big world, no worries and nothing to truly bother her. Those with more complex minds, there were a puzzle to her, one she couldn’t solve no matter how many hints she asked for, and his response to her question proved this just one more time. ‘The more you speak, the more I get intrigued.’ She responds, a soft smile curling the corners of her lips, she doesn’t break the gaze she fixed on his face.

She stretched her legs out in front of her, fingers toying with the ends of her shirt, wondering what responsibilities he would have, those so big he’d rather keep his mind off of them than to face them and get over with it. She was the kind to do anything at the moment of it popping up, to avoid later stress and worries, so why wouldn’t he. She never could understand others’ way of thinking, in her mind it was all so simple, for each problem there was a solution, one not always fun but if followed the problems would’ve been solved just like that. Why was it always so hard for people get.

Non-romantic fluff starters

Was it abnormal for someone like Oliver to just calmly agree to go out in the middle of the night in a cliche setting of an abandoned house with rugged fences and boarded up windows? No, not someone like this maniac. If anything he was so high off his mind that the adrenal gland would of probably popped like a little eyeball. But instead the adrenaline coursed throughout his veins and his heart palpitated making the tips of his fingers jitter in excitement. His breathing quickened as he flashed his lights over the windows where only the blank white reflection emitted. Really he didn’t know why he quite agreed to this but well in this case fuck it. Following behind the other male, his tongue swiped over his upper and lower tiers slowly, sapphire hues darting at every direction trying not his paranoia to take over. Did I mention that Oliver was partially intoxicated and may had smoke a little green from hours ago? Yeah, that didn’t help in favor of keeping the boy still.

“Well I better hope you promise some real creepy ass shit or I am going to be disappointed.” He smiled small, with nervous quivering at the corner of his lips. Oliver was a thrill seeker at heart, it’s why he unconsciously agrees to doing these extremist activities. Aka stupidity. But if you said something along the lines of haunted and house in the same sentence then there was no way he would say no to that. It was what he lived for basically, but he sometimes wonder if a price would have to be paid in these creepy dangerous situations. I mean, what could go wrong in an empty house with some dark back story?