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“come on, it’s not like I actually committed a crime or anything...” champion was pleading his case yet again. it was becoming a bit of a reoccurring theme at this point. you would think with his reputation that people, especially guys, would learn to avoid him like some kind of flesh-eating virus but he found himself in another episode of drama. he was sitting with an ice pack on the temple of his skull and his signature scowl etched over his features. “yes, he told me he had a boyfriend but he also stripped his clothes off for me. was I supposed to just ignore it and tell him no? that’s no excuse for his boyfriend to just punch me like that?” he added with a groan as he winced in pain as he adjusted the ice pack on his temple.

A GROAN IS ELICITED FROM SOFT petals as she hunches over her bass guitar in a defeated manner. there are times where words, even for the muso herself run dry. she’s been staring at the page of chicken scratch on the the floor for a little under an hour now, much to her own dismay. the frustration is there, as uncharacteristic as it may seem. “ mm, alright, yeah, fuck this. ” zelda says it suddenly, reaching her breaking point with the bout of writer’s block. she closes the notebook without another thought with a flick of her foot, pulling the bass strap off of her shoulders, leaning it on the nearby wall. zelda looks to the other person in the room, suddenly eager to get her mind off of the dryspell, “ let’s do something. not sure what, but if i have to think of another lyric, i might have to bash my brains in with my bass. ”

“say cheese!” hitomi said from behind the lens of a dslr camera. she was trying to take pictures for the newsprint but it was going about as swimmingly as the titanic as her skills with a camera were dismal. she was hard to miss in a pair of lime checked pants and a shirt that said ‘free the emus.’ she pouted staring down at the picture she’d taken. “probably not my best work but you don’t mind being the cover page right?” she flashed the image at her subject. // @briaruniversity​

❛    what   ——   what  one  do  you  think  looks  better  ??      ❜   pink  bottom  petal  held  captive  between  teeth  .  sketches  decorating  the  table  top  that  surrounds  him  .  realism  has  never  been  his  forte  .  favored  the  cartoonish  aesthetics  of  art  work  :  animation  fitting  like  a  glove  .  a  nightmare  of  an  assignment  ,  triggering  bags  under  eyes  to  form  and  all  skill  to  walk  out  on  him  . . . .  swore  he  would  lose  his  mind  by  the  end  of  the  week  .   ❛    they’re  all  starting  to  look  the  same  . . .      ❜  a  defeated  sigh  escaping  ,  if  he  couldn’t  get  this  down  an  F  was  surely  in  his  future  .

hitomi hirokawa was undeniably and irrevocably drunk. her small frame was draped listlessly over a nearby hay bale she’d somehow managed to seek out and her dslr camera weighed on her neck giving her the appearance of one of those water bobbing wooden birds. she groaned head drooping in between her knees and pulled back up, eyes shining and face flushed red. for a second the sound of the world dropped out into a dull roar as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the shabby wooden wall behind her. she frowned pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes. “this is totally not on trend. i feel like an extra in a jack harlow music video but way less cool. just leave me here to die. i’ll become a tree, i’ll be a local legend.” // @briaruniversity​