#redride

here's a doodle of a potential protagonist to a video game, their name is Redride :) 

country music blasts from the roadside bar dean's holed himself up in for the better part of the night. he's about a sheet and a half in the wind by the time he walks outside--hands shoved in his pockets looking for a lighter he can bum. a pack of cigarettes he bought from the machine inside's doing him no good without a means of firing one up. work boots crunch the gravel under foot. what he sought out for in his journey outdoors soon takes a sidetrack when he catches a smell of something else entirely---ohhh! someone is having a little bit of the ol' whacky tabaccy! naturally, the hunter begins moseying towards the source of it.

doesn't expect to take a corner and see her though. she can't be come here. places like this don't create women like her and if they do? oh there's some fond memories that come sneaking up into his skull. a goofy little smile twists the edges of his mouth. forest hued eyes twinkle the second she notices him and offers some. "oh, you just made my night--been forever. THANKS." leaning back against the wall alongside her, the heel of his boot rests against white washed wood--knee bent--and he gives an appreciative nod. the hunter takes the offered joint, brings it to his lips and inhales deep. the burn in his lungs feels like bliss. and a muffled mmm behind pressed together lips is yet another thank you. smoke billows in the air over his head a handful of seconds later.

HOUSE M.D. SENTENCE STARTERS

@redride: "It must be miserable always assuming the worst in people."

"Is that a dig at me?"

It certainly sounds personal, but House can't figure out why the stranger would criticize him without knowing him. It's likely he's just making it all about himself, as he often does. 

Oh well—get offended first, ask questions later.

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (1994) SENTENCE STARTERS

It would be incredibly easy to give her some bullshit answer, or at least not answer her seriously. Like fingers flipping through a filing cabinet, they sorted out previous responses: being dropped in dirty water as a baby, standing too close to the microwave, cursed by a Mexican witch who shoots fireballs out of her hands (specifically), but nothing stuck. Nothing was making them bite their tongue to keep themselves from cracking up.

"...I dunno. Maybe because I think I'm funny. But also I just have problems." Coyote shrugged. They knew exactly what those problems were but ultimately it was far more exciting and entertaining to say asinine or nonsensical things in front of others. "You got any theories?"

@redride : can you walk?

" yeah, i'm fine. "

she's not fine, and it's obvious by the way she can barely keep herself upright. blood tickles down a cut on her forehead. she can't tell if it was another car that crashed into hers, or if she was the one who succumbed to exhaustion and dozed off behind the wheel. looking around, no one seems injured except for her. she tries to take a step, but pain shoots up all over her leg, causing her to reach for the nearest surface for balance.

" fuck. i ... i'm gonna be late. " she makes quick math in her head. being late ten, fifteen minutes for an important work meeting; she can live with it. anything longer than that is unacceptable. skipping it doesn't even cross her mind. " i don't have time for this. "

inbox cleaning!

❝        most  people    …        ❞        he  trails  off  ,      determining  that  this  is  not  a  thought  he  would  like  to  say  aloud  after  all  .      most  people  ,      what  he  wants  to  say  ,      would  rather  ask  him  what  it  is  that’s  bothering  him  than  offer  him  a  solution  ,      even  temporary  ,      to  solve  it  .      or  at  least  to  get  it  out  of  his  mind  for  a  while  .      while  he  harbors  no  qualms  with  telling  people  to  run  off  to  where  they’d  just  come  from  ,      having  questions  thrown  in  his  face  always  sours  his  mood  .

with  a  twitch  of  his  nose  ,      he  takes  the  flask  ,      looking  over  the  open  mouth  for  a  beat  before  tipping  the  drink  over  his  open  mouth  ,      careful  not  to  touch  it  with  his  lips  .      he’s  soon  offering  it  back  ,      holding  the  strong  sting  of  liquid  in  his  mouth  a  moment  before  letting  it  burn  down  the  back  of  his  throat  .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ❝        thanks  .      i  needed  that  .        ❞

╰ ゜UNPROMPTED .  /  𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 .

❝ yeah, dude. ❞ she says in a very matter of fact tone. just because she's smart doesn't mean she should have to actually think. ❝ i think we shouldn't have to use our brains! like as a treat for ourselves, ya know? no thoughts, only vibes. ❞