#boriys

⛧˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ BY THE TIME THAT THE MUSIC from the neighboring party had died down, it was almost three in the morning, the rumbling of a car engine allowing for the shroud of silence to blanket the trailer park after it had rolled off into the distance. Late nights and loud music had become a common occurrence all over town, now that the warm weather had rolled in and school was out for the summer; not that Eddie partook in much of it. He wasn’t much for parties, save for the ones revolving around concert scenes. Wasn’t much of that in bumfuck Hawkins though.

            Sleepless nights weren’t unusual for the metalhead, even when the outside world was quiet and the window to his bedroom was comfortably cracked, allowing for a cool breeze to blow gently through the hot summer air that had heated it during the day. Sometimes, no matter how comfortable he was in his bed, his thoughts would keep him awake. The most frustrating part of it all was that half the time, his thoughts were nothing in particular. Just an aimless sequence of nonsense and back-burner bullshit.

            Pushing himself out of his bed with an inward groan to protest his own decisions, Eddie slipped into a pair of sweatpants before grabbing a pack of smokes and a lighter from amidst the disorganized mess atop his nightstand. The front door of his modest home creaked as he exited through it to plop down on the dilapidated couch on the paint-chipped porch, a cigarette soon meeting his lips before the end of it was kissed by the flame of his lighter. He’d barely taken a few puffs from it when the sound of an escalating argument shattered the silence, his head raising and his attention pivoting over towards the source of the commotion, just in time to see the neighbor boy retreating from the conflict. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the first time that he’d noticed the red flags between him and his father since they’d taken up residency in the vacant trailer down the street.

Kayley took a long drag from her cigarette, a sweet vodka cooler held in her other hand. She was sitting comfortably on the couch of Boris's flat, her feet resting in his lap while she watched him fondly and revisited their days in Las Vegas in her mind. She could still see hints of the teenage boy she'd fallen for, most prominently in the way his hair was still messy and he was often pushing it or flipping it out of his face.

               IF ONLY SCREAMING INTO THE OBLIVION was a viable way of solving problems.  of doing more than just providing a release from the energy and anger; a TEMPORARY one.  a bottle screwed tightly shut yet somehow still always filling back up, thriving and pushing and growing all the more intense with every day that passed.  it was a slow buildup, perhaps, but still an ever forming danger.  to herself, to others... the b u r s t whenever it happened was sudden and intense.  was sharp and powerful.  cat feared her own edges, not that such an addmittance would ever leave her.  she couldn't afford to nestle in concerns ( literally and figuratively ).  survival was maintained, and the forced smile, the forced bravery against every little thing would forever get yanked into place.  until she shattered and split and broke and took anyone nearby down with her.          over and over and over and over... a cycle, a repetition, a drumbeat keeping the rhythm of a song.  inescapable.  at least for now, though the street rat hadn't done much to try and alleviate herself from the routine.  just suffer and wane.  just d e c a y.  ( she deserved it, she did, no one wanted her, no one needed her, she was just a waste of space, taking up air, taking up room, wasting food, was-  wait what? )                      attention snapped back to him, and frustration etched her features at the comment provided.  her height was a sensitive subject.  it was a sign of her poor health, of her life falling into ruins.  he couldn't have known that from a glance, but cat still grated her teeth together, the huff audible through gritted teeth.  words remained trapped behind the whites, where lips carved once more into her HALF crazed grin, instead managing to distract herself with the yell he would unleash himself.  it was similar but different.  his looks mirrored as such, as well.  clearly on the road, but not for as long.  there was still something fresh about the vibe he held.  or perhaps it was simply the fact he didn't seem trodden as she.

@boriys asked : there’s blood everywhere ,  &  …  &  a body .

Angry didn’t even come close to describing how Xandra felt. Larry was dead, her drugs that she’d been relying on selling to keep paying for the house were gone, Theo had disappeared with a lot of her money, and the people she owed were going to be incredibly upset with her. When Boris showed up, the young Russian kid who had practically moved in with how much time he’d spent hanging out with Theo, she had nothing kind to say to him. She called him every name in the book she could think of, tearing into him until she saw tears budding at the corners of his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. She could be stone cold at times, but she was fond of the kid and didn’t want to see him cry. For that reason, she averted her gaze, looking anywhere but his tear streaked face for now.

“Well shit, kid.” Xandra muttered, tapping her long, acrylic nails against the frame of the door while she popped her gum. “You have nowhere to go, huh?”

From the look of him, it didn’t look like he was doing too good. He had messy hair, dirty clothes, and he was badly in need of food to put some weight on. “Fine. You can stay with me for a while until you figure something else out. I shouldn’t be doing shit for you with the goddamn mess you and Theo left me in. Where did the little brat go anyway? I thought he was with you.” Opening up the door wider, Xandra stepped aside. “Come on then, before I change my mind. Get a shower and then we’ll talk.”

   there was a momentary pause as she tried to weigh her options here. honestly, she was shocked she was even here in the first place. her emotions had gotten the better of her and she debated on just sticking her nose away from all of this. but, somehow, she ended up here, facing him and she was at a loss for words. honestly, she was sure many people would love to joke that the greatly talkative emma decody was silent, aghast for words.

                               ——  ✞ ;  HIS  LIPS  KEEP  HER  GROUNDED  IN  REALITY  FOR  THE  TIME  BEING.  she's  been  silent  the  last  few  hours,  still  coming  off  her  first  overdose,  still  trying  to  come  to  grips  with  the  fact  she's  had  her  first  real  brush  with  death.  hair  still  wet  from  the  shower,  she's  dressed  in  one  of  boris'  shirts,  jaw  quaking  with  teeth  chattering  as  if  she's  cold  but  in  all  honesty  sawyer  still  feels  like  her  entire  body  is  on  fire.  her  body  needs  sleep,  she  knows  that,  but  she's  afraid  to  close  her  eyes,  to  let  that  darkness  consume  her  like  it  had  against  her  will  not  an  hour  before. 

                               his  shirt  is  too  big  for  her,  hanging  lopsided  from  the  collar  to  expose  one  of  her  shoulders.  it's  there  that  his  lips  find  her  flesh  and  sawyer  swallows,  clenching  her  jaw  to  try  and  stop  herself  from  shivering  as  she  holds  her  knees  to  her  chest.  slowly,  her  head  turns  towards  him,  feeling  boris  rest  his  chin  against  her  shoulder  as  she  rests  her  forehead  against  his  temple,  ❛  i  don't  even  know  what  i  took  . . .  ❜   she  admits  it  in  a  voice  so  small  he'd  have  missed  it  if  he  wasn't  so  close  to  her.  sawyer  hugs  her  legs  tighter,   ❛  i'm  sorry  i  scared  you.  ❜ 

Wren is in charge of the school at least for the time being. She didn't want to be but it was harder than she'd thought to find someone to fill Larissa's place. She is sitting in her former friends office trying to look at resume after resume when she hears a knock on the door. She has a deep breath before setting them to the side. "Come in." She calls out before she straightens her position in the chair a bit and tries to get the desk looking tidy again. "How may I help you?"