Realistic or Modern Cities Never Sleep

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  the beach cave beach rave!
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Chimney Swift (Max) (Mentions: Mallory Hawke)
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

may gu

heavy metal high school girl

Being new, it was hard to comprehend what hell May had wrought upon her future in Joplin. Unbeknownst to her, Mallory was probably preparing to slander her name and smear her across the wall like strawberries and cream. She didn't know any of that, she just knew that she'd done something, um, intense. It was something she'd probably cry about later, like a young kid admitting he lied to his teacher. For now, she just felt shock. Numbness.

That's Mallory. She just says things like that.

Who just says things like that? Why? For fun? Why, in a world so full of beautiful and wonderful things, would anybody choose to be cruel to others? Her heart felt heavy. She'd had no intention of drinking before her arrival, but now it seemed practically necessary.

The party was loud, blaring, full of lights and sounds and colors. She'd never been in a place so blinding, so... suffocating. She didn't hate it -- it seemed like fun, but it also felt claustrophobic, like she might lose consciousness from lack of air at any minute. Her and Max prepared to breach through the sea of wandering flesh, like some kind of horror movie Moses parting the waves of arms and legs, when he said he was going to get a drink. Her guts curdled with nervousness.

She'd been drunk once when hanging out with Kandi. Kandi smuggled a bottle of vodka into May's bedroom and they shared it while watching Rockula. It ended up being a hell of a lot of fun, mostly because it was just a casual thing. This felt a lot more intense, and God forbid she do something embarrassing or stupid in front of a bunch of strangers. But maybe with a companion, it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe it would just be more fun.

"No, I want to."

And they sailed past the ocean of man, though from close-up it was a lot less crowded than she'd pictured -- maybe because they were just a little bit on the early side.

They had those red Solo cups -- you've seen movies. So she followed him, and poured herself a cold one -- she didn't actually bother to check what it was, but it smelled like gasoline and stung her eyes. She quickly put the cup down on a table to do the sign for 'cheers', though doing that after such a sordid affair seemed almost comedic in nature.

It burnt something awful going down.

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[thorspuddingcup]

Lilly Wainright
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As far as days go, today had been pretty boring. Work was slow, which Lilly supposed was a good thing, considering that meant less people were dying at the moment. But, she still had bill's to pay. She was going to have to cut back on frivolous spending for the time being.

"Damn shame..." Lilly thought to herself as she parked her motorcycle on the beach. She secured her bag on her shoulders and found a nearby rock to sit upon. Although the heat of the day was gone, the rock was still warm from basking in the sun's rays all day long. Lilly took off her boot's and got comfortable as she pulled a sandwich out of her bag and began to eat her dinner while watching the last of the sun sink below the horizon.

The roar of her bike had drowned out most of the sounds earlier, but now that she sat on the rock alone, Lilly could hear the tell tale sounds of pulsing music. She turned towards the noise, noticing that one of the caves nearby was filled to the brim with people. Teenager's most likely. It looked as if they had chosen to make a party out of the meteor crater that had made its home in Joplin. Lilly adjusted herself so that she could see the party from where she sat better, and began to people watch. She was right, the majority of the crowd was young kids, and although she was only a decade or so older than them, she couldn't help but feel ancient as she watched them dance and drink without a care in the world. Life in Joplin could be hard, it was nice to watch these kids enjoying a moment of freedom and carelessness while they could.

Lilly finished her sandwich and kicked off her boots, sinking her toes into the sand. She should bring her cat's here sometime. The two of them would love the open space with small crabs and critter's to chase around. Only thing stopping her though, was that neither cat was harness trained. And that was going to be a bitch to try and accomplish.

Watching the kids party made Lilly thirsty, and she found herself craving one of her favorite drinks from Peaches. Her empty wallet stopped her from getting back on her bike and driving downtown and getting shit-faced at the club. She had liquor at home. It wasn't good liquor, but until some people died and she had the extra change, it was going to have to do.

Location: Beach/Crater
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[roxybirdie]

teagan xavier

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  Mood Annoyed and apprehensive.
  
  Location Near the rave cave.
  
  Note Teagan is wearing fishnet leggings underneath their ripped jeans.
  
  
  
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A thumb taps on the touchscreen. Suddenly, a robotic voice chimes. "I hate this." Teagan lowers their phone and gives their best friend an unimpressed look. They tap another message on their phone and hold it up. The AI chimes again. "Do we have to go? Is Stormy coming? You know how much I hate alcohol." Teagan lowers their phone and jams it in their front pocket. They cross their arms and gaze at the direction of the cave.

When they're upset or annoyed, Teagan is prone to relying on text-to-speech instead of sign.

As they spot more high schoolers approach the cave, they grimace. They hate wild parties since they don't like large crowds. Teagan raises their hands and begins to sign. They point at their chest with their index finger and stack their hands on top of each other. They shake their head and sweep their hands outward. They curl their hand inward and tap on their temple.

The message is clear. I don't know.

Teagan has a bad feeling about the rave. What if something bad happens? Despite their reluctance, they refuse to let Summer go alone. A part of them hopes that Rei changes their mind.

Keeping Summer Thomas from setting something on fire is a full-time job.

They tug at the fishnet leggings on their exposed knees. Since this is their first rave, Teagan didn't know what to wear. When Summer told them something colorful and wild, Teagan chose soft blue pastels with ripped jeans and fishnet.

It's amazing what kind of hidden gems you can find at the thrift store. Due to their limited budget, Teagan rarely shops anywhere else.

Because of their nerves, Teagan begins to finger their dangly alien earring. Since the rave is close to the crash site, they chose a UFO-themed earring.

Twenty-four hours ago, a small meteorite crashed near Joplin. The whole city is raving about it. Since the meteorite is located near the beach, someone at their high school decided to throw a rave. Teagan doesn't know who, but everyone was invited.

As long as you don't rat them out to the police. No one likes a snitch.

Teagan gazes at the lights in the distance. While their noise-cancelling earplugs — people mistake them for hearing aids, but they're not — muffle loud sounds, they aren't soundproof. The prescription earplugs are designed to lower their hypersensitive hearing to a manageable level.

The last thing they want is a migraine.

They take out their phone and check the screen. No new messages. "I haven't heard anything from Stormy. Should we wait in case Stormy changed his mind?" Teagan signs.

Since they live in the same building, Teagan would've waited for Rei. However, Rei was adamant on staying. They tried to bribe him since they didn't want to go alone, but he said no. If they lived in their apartment, Teagan would've waited for awhile in case Rei changed his mind. Unfortunately, after the tropical storm, Teagan temporarily moved in with Zongying, their neighbor.

The storm trashed their apartment. Until the repairs are finished, Teagan can't afford to wait. It's a miracle they snuck out undetected. Correction, almost undetected. While Zo discovered them, she didn't stop them or rat them out.

If things go sideways at the rave, Teagan has backup with a single text message.

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[qunqun]

Movement

Hozier

Auguste Cortes

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The glee of having gotten the better of another con, wrapped delicately in the face of a killer - a cat about to strike a bird.

Oh, indeed, Auguste was very happy with himself over taking back his pack of gum - what was his was his alone, after all.

But pride cometh before the fall, and soon Auguste found himself strong armed into… going into the rave with the would-be thief.

No.

No.

No.

Stop that.

That’s illegal.

He wants to go home.

So the tiny thief was running off, and Auguste looked behind him, a thought occurred to him:

Why didn’t he just leave and go home and make some tea and have a nice time just staying in bed at home and never bothering to go out and be social ever again.

But that would be incredibly rude to just abandon this… fella. This… person who… clearly needed a babysitter in order to keep him from actively self-imploding. And even though it really was none of his business… Well, someone had to keep him on a leash, right?

Oh dear, he was going to follow this stranger into the room full of sweaty strangers, wasn’t he. This wasn’t very nice. Oh golly gee. Shucks.

Fuck.

Well, if he was going to die, at least this was going to be a… fun way. Hopefully. Eugh.

Resigned frustrations met extreme concern when the next sentence out of Ren’s mouth was “I even found some mystery powder for us to snort up in the bathroom.”

Excuse me. WHAT.

“C’est quoi?” Auguste said flatly, no room for argument with the stranger. “Where’d you get that from. We are not snorting mystery powder you take from the stranger off of the dirty bathroom countertop.”

More than that, he absolutely refused to become one of those drugged out rockstars. That just wasn’t something he particularly wanted in his life of sex and drugs and rock and roll… Or really, he just wanted to be a musician goddammit.

“Give.” Palm open, hand extended. Beckoning the stranger like an owner exasperatedly telling his dog to drop the bird it’d picked up. “Give me the drugs.”

Intense stare. “I’ll give you a piece of gum if you do this.”

Bribery.

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[Gao]

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  Coming from a solitary man idling around a crater, the elephant of the matter was simple and could not be overlooked:
  
  They looked mighty dodgy.
  
  Browbone sloped low and eyes brushed with watercolour exhaustion, forever jaundiced with features carved out of perpetual doom, perhaps it was wrong to make assumptions about a lone man lingering in an area. Perhaps, Rat thought, they simply enjoyed the boring task of staring at ground indentations. Everyone needs a hobby.
  
  This was just one really lame hobby.
  
  Watching the hollow of their eyes soak in the image, the answer was one of the same. A negative, albeit formed in a mosaic response. 40% filler words, remainder disjointed and cumbersome. When built out of intimidation, the blonde supposed there wasn’t much opportunity for socialising; greenhorn polish. A strange lonely man who, distracted, Rat followed the direction of their attention to nearby figures.
  
  A strange lonely man who had a daughter!
  
  “Congrats on the kiddo, Mommy-Moo.”
  
  Biting down a flinch at the sudden yell, he’d captured the name Ella; Marceline Junior, throughout its thunderous gunfire. Embedding understanding for the stranger's reason to be lurking out near the crater. If only his brother still had simple, naïve interests such as building with sand.
  
  Instead, as to the man’s mention, a party.
  
  A twitch in Rat’s lip, linchpin pulled tight as he slowly turned to face the cave’s direction. Despite his area of business, Rat was adamantly clean substance-wise. Not even an indulger of liquor, no interest in disrupting the communication and coordination of his body. Being able to form coherent thoughts and ideas was a privilege not to be meddled with.
  
  Especially if you’re a child.
  
  “Oh!” Scathing past teeth and homicidal smile, the Swede’s agitation was brimming new peaks. “Goodie ya, nice place for twelve-year olds.”
  
  For one reason or another, they were both on the outs of the cave-rave. One a full-time dad, one a part-time parental figure. Any other scenario and Rat would’ve shot spit like a needled bullet at the inclusion of their assistance, but Rat always made exceptions when it came to Oskar. His Achilles heel wounded, suspending diabolism in exchange for help. He could heed their words, crowds that could be scoured quicker with two.
  
  “Thanks.” Harboured deep and traced with sincerity, the word felt bruised and uncomfortable spoken aloud, foreign from his mouth. Feeling gratitude was painfully rare, he dared not linger on it.
  
  Because ew.
  
  Feelings.
  
  “Name’s Rat! Not to be mistaken for Ratholomew.” An urgent change in topic was needed to scramble back into a zone of safe eccentricity. “Now scuttle, me long-haired fiend. Setting ya free-range, gots a missing maggot to hunt, ya we do.” An odd combination steeped in shared motive: find and fetch the little blonde shit.
  
  Welling with concern the further he pathed into the rave, his body felt only held upright by urgency. Chasing olive iris over the sea of rave attendants, it was official. Under the assault of flashing lights, stuffy air and brushes of strangers milling past; Rat was going to kill Oskar.
  
  Once he found him, that is.
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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@RodeoRat

9 minutes ago

nine lives

 

[Chimney Swift]

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mood trippin'

location rave cave

outfit low budget party fit

fun fact

tag neverbackdown

Alex Cappelletti

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A few minutes later...
"I'M NOT FEELING IT YET," Alex yelled over the music, "YOU THINK I'M JUST LIKE, IMMUNE TO..."
Kenzie couldn't hear him. Oh, well. She'd have to find out that he was basically a superhuman later. Seriously, Alex felt awesome. The effect of these things had to be way overrated, or he was just too cool to trip. "HEY KENZ, DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE?"

The two of them danced until they both felt dizzy. Alex, thirsty, grabbed a drink that he thought was soda but tasted like it was probably at least partially something else. He drank it anyway, in what would probably become a regrettable move. Went back to dancing, not realizing about five minutes had passed, and...

Whoa.
The colored lights were shining through the people: red, blue, purple, blue, purple, red, blue, purple, blue.
So pretty.
People were so pretty. Fuck, why didn't anyone ever tell him for his whole life that people were so pretty?
He was glowing too... no wait, those were just the glow sticks he had on. He almost forgot about them; the sensation of having them on his natural wrist had dissipated into nothing, and of course he couldn't feel them looped around the prosthetic. Or maybe he could? If he unfocused his eyes, letting the real and fake arms blur in his vision until they looked almost the same... could he even tell which one was the one he was born with?

Or maybe the hook hand was turning into a real hand.
Okay, wow, maybe this was some potent stuff they were on.

He tried to take Kenzie by the hand, but it just wasn't working properly for some reason, so he ended up just weakly tapping her wrist over and over and over with the hook until he had her attention. He almost didn't even notice how out of it she looked until he caught a glimpse of her dilated, glassy eyes in the strobing lights. "Whoooa, you look really weird, Kenz," He said blankly, almost slurring, forgetting to even attempt to be heard over the pounding music. "I.... wanna go ousside? Smell fresh grass?"

The two of them wandered out of the cave, unclear which one was leading the other.

Once they were back out on the quiet beach, the ringing in Alex's ears from the noise kept wavering, getting louder and quieter and changing in pitch like a slide whistle.

He noticed Kenzie was getting a little too far ahead of him. Maybe she hadn't noticed... not wanting to lose track of his friend in this state, he called out to her.
"Kenz!! Hey Kenzie wait, waitwaitwait--"

THUD.
His foot slipped out from under him or something, or maybe he'd lost his balance, but somehow or another he ended up at the bottom of a shallow pit, surrounded by strangely jagged rubble.
Someone was talking overhead, laughing, too quiet for Alex to make out.
"Kenzie...?"
No, It almost sounded like...
...Mom?
No. NO.
No, no, no.
Must have been the wind.
"I think 'm just gonna take a nap here,"

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[Chimney Swift]

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mood impatient

location Bridgeport diner

outfit can't look like you're trying too hard

fun fact There actually aren’t “57 varieties” of Heinz ketchup, and never were. Company founder H.J. Heinz thought his product should have a number, and he liked 57.

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Jodie LeBlanc

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Jodie half-listened as Reuben updated her on Joplin's police log highlights, motioning for the bartender to send a round of shots to their table. She'd pay for them; this conversation was payback from Reuben enough. She didn't give a shit what he was saying right now... she was just enjoying the sound of his voice filling with irritation, gossiping about their mutual acquaintance Cooper Attenborough, sharing in their affectionate loathing for the crapsack city they were both stuck in.

Was it sappy of Jodie to enjoy this?
Ugh, maybe all this time with friends and playdates was making her go soft and sentimental. Next thing she knew, she was going to be crying along to the radio, hanging up those Live-Laugh-Love signs she sold in her actual apartment, and going on cutesy little handholding dates in the park or something else puke-worthy.

So, in the interest of keeping up her facade of cold-hardened maturity, she pretended to be only casually enthused by Reuben's banter.

As the policeman slowed down, seeming to pass the conversation along to her, Jodie filled in her comments on the last victim of Joplin justice that Reuben had brought up.

"Nah, your exclusion order seemed to do the trick. Guy used to come around every Sunday, like church. Just wish he'd have done that shit in church and not in front of my merchandise." She scoffed at Reuben's incredibly tasteful pantomime-- not a full laugh. She couldn't let the guy think he was funny. Even if, to her, he most certainly was. She was enjoying this way too much for her sense of moral self-respect. "Every fuckin day shit like this happens, though. Shit, everyone here is just so unique, right? Always got some crazy bullshit story going on.... this city's just a magical fucking rainbow of fascinating folks."

Her eyes sparkled; a gentle smirk appeared on her face, curling the corners of her glossed lips.
"Luckily, I find you to be incredibly boring."

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[roxybirdie]

euntae song

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  Location Near the beach; meteorite site.
  
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A hand shoves a bystander out of the way.

"Hey! Watch it!" The moment the bystander turns around, he pales.

Cold mocha brown eyes regard the tall man. He folds his arms across his chest. "Unless you want me to tell Pops you called in sick because you decided to slack off and check out the meteorite, I suggest you move, Karen," Tae drawls.

"My name's not—"

"I could do Pops a favor and beat the shit out of you right here. I'm sure your date will love to see how much of a fucking wuss you are." Tae eyes the bleach blonde taking selfies in front of the meteorite. Her Gucci purse and manicured nails screams money. "She's way out of your league. Did she actually laugh at one of your lame jokes?"

He bristles. "The ladies find me very funny and charming!" he snaps.

"So does your girlfriend, you fucking creep," Tae counters.

"Your WHAT?!" The blonde overhears the last snippet. She glares daggers at the mafia grunt.

"Oh baby, it's not what it looks—"

WHAM!

Tae watches the cheating bastard topple over and winces. "Nice swing." Did Barbie pack bricks in her Gucci purse? As the blonde storms off, Tae approaches the meteorite.

Correction, a collection of tiny space rocks. "That's it?" He crouches in front of the meteorite. "The whole city is abuzz because of tiny space pebbles? They're barely the size of golf balls."

If the meteorite was larger, the impact would be catastrophic. However—

"Fucking lame." Tae picks up a single chunk and examines it.

"Dude!"

He lifts his gaze, spotting a group of college students. They look flabbergasted.

"What?" Tae huffs.

"You touched it."

"And?"

"It's from outer space and you touched it with your bare hands."

Tae rolls his eyes. "No shit Sherlock." He waves it toward them. The group stumbles back. "You're scared of a tiny space pebble?"

A girl harrumphs. "It could be radioactive," she points out.

"Or covered in space bacteria."

"Or filled with aliens!"

He ignores the conspiracy theorists. "My skin isn't melting off. I call that a win." Tae rises to his feet and pockets the meteorite piece.

"You can't steal the meteorite!"

"I just did." Tae wasted a lot of gas since he took his motorcycle. He isn't leaving without a keepsake to compensate for the disappointment. Suddenly, his front pocket begins to vibrate. Tae takes out his phone and glances at the screen. He swipes his thumb across the touchscreen and raises his phone to his ear. "Hey, Ace. What's up?" He pivots to his left and walks away from the crowd.

He takes out the meteorite and inspects it. Despite the warnings, Tae doesn't feel different. "Where am I at? I'm at the crash site. Since everyone's talking about it, I decided to check it out. It's fucking lame. I thought the meteorite would be more impressive, but it's tiny pebbles. I'm keeping a chunk." He eyes the crash site behind him. "It made a decent dent in the ground, but that's about it. I'm surprised no one took a piece yet. I doubt I'm the only one who thought about it."

"Hello? Ace? Baby?" Tae checks his phone. "He hung up on me. Fucking rude." He jams his phone in his pocket with an annoyed huff. Tae tosses the space rock in the air and catches it. He doesn't care if his boyfriend tried to convince him otherwise.

Tae is keeping the meteorite.

Last time he checked, the crash site is on public property. Since the city — or the fucking government — didn't claim the meteorite as city property, it was fair game. To be frank, even if the city did, Tae wouldn't listen. Finders, keepers.

"Even the tropical storm was more interesting than this," Tae grumbles. It wasn't fun to lose power for a few days. However, at least Tae saved his equipment from the flood. Truthfully, if Avery didn't pick him up and carry him upstairs, Tae would've confronted the storm head on.

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[tamarapasek]

MOOD: Fight the anger by scamming!

OUTFIT: this but with cucumber and various other unhinged patches

LOCATION: Quarry

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ashley park

I'm not that nice, I'm mean and I'm evil, don't call me nice

The literally and figuratively poor tenants of a certain sister bestie's group home, where greeted to quite a spectacle ala Ashley Park banging rapidly on the door for dear life. Not yelling, that was reserved for Dustin, but pounding with such ferocity that one could question whether she was trying to garner attention or knock the door down. Truthfully, she wasn't sure which outcome she was aiming for either.

"Oh thank fuck, I was about to call the circus to find your goofy ass" The young girl sighed in relief, as her diminuitive buddy finally exited the building. The two then began their merry little journey to the quarry where a meteor had apparently fallen. The two girls unanimously agreed, that a meteor was the prime spot for causing Gremlin mischief. Especially considering their intentions to market meteor rubble as miracle cure-alls and become fabulously wealthy."I brought a whole shitful of mason jars. My dad brought a bunch home, but this is for a better cause. With these bad boys, we can start an epidemic of male pattern baldness." She patted her backpack, which gently tingled with the sound of mason jars, holding a satisfied smirk.

Truthfully, Ash longed for the excuse to get out of the house and shirk resposibilities. She'd ordinarily spend the day chilling with Dustin and the other Chalamet kids, but truthfully since the flood fiasco last month, she'd found it more difficult to pretend nothing was going on between the two, and that she was only into flirting casually. Between the visceral nausea and anger she'd felt at Charlie walking around in Dustin's shirt, to her one weak attempt at vulnerability and requesting clarification on what he wanted from their relationship being thrown back in her face, it was getting a little much to bear. But Ivy was fun. The two girls were similarly weird, and hanging out with her provided a quick reprise from her woes. For once, she didn't want to think about Dustin Thackery. She needed to think about how to scam some motherfuckers.

"Yo." Ash pointed, finally speaking up just as the two girls entered the quarry and began to set out on their mission. Sure enough, flat in the area was a crater surrounded by heaps of rubble. "Ready to begin the scavenge?"

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[Chimney Swift]

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mood zazzed.

location St. Sebastian's Home for Youth

outfit b a n a n a s

fun fact it's not a good idea to try to use gummy worms as pasta.

tag tamarapasek Twin Fantasy

Ivy Dawkins

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Ivy jumped up from the worn-out sofa in the common room of St. Sebastian's and ran at her friend like a couple reuniting after war. Ivy tried to pick up her taller friend and spin her around like in the movies, but barely got Ashley halfway off her toes before just awkwardly waddling back a few steps and collapsing on the couch.
"Oh my god Ashleyyyy!!! Bitch, what the fuck took you so long? Welcome, welcome to the shithole."
This stupid group home was so painfully boring that it felt like an eternity since she'd seen her platonic sisterwife.

"Oh, before we go any furtherrrr, just one second, mon cherie," She held up a finger, turned to the nearby staircase, and screamed almost loud enough to shatter the windows. "BUG!! BUGG, CRAWL DOWN HERE YOU DUMB CATERPILLAR!"

While they waited for Bug to emerge, Ivy wasted no time jabbering away at her friend. "Heard you've been living with turtle boy and his fam after the flood shit. Dang, what's that been like? Does he wake you up at 2 AM moaning about turtle migrations or whatever the fuck?" She cackled, passing Ashley the plastic Ziploc bag full of gummy candy that she'd been feeding out of like a crazed squirrel. "Fuckin A, man. You deserve like... a medal. I'd have just gone crazy and ripped my own spleen out after a few minutes of that... 'Oh, TuRtleS, Man!! They have... uuhh... SHELLS'" She slipped into a nasally, high-pitched, and overall unflattering impersonation of Ashley's dorky neighbor, giggling at herself.

But Ashley hadn't just come by to gossip like a bunch of scheming schoolgirls (though scheming schoolgirls they most certainly were.)
Ashley was here for business.
Something incredibly lucrative had just dropped onto the city from outer space, and the three gremlins intended to be the first to capitalize on it.

Ashley patted her backpack, the glass clinking inside instantly catching Ivy's attention. "I brought a whole shitful of mason jars. My dad brought a bunch home, but this is for a better cause. With these bad boys, we can start an epidemic of male pattern baldness."

Ivy ran up behind Ashley to unzip the backpack and have a look for herself. She eyed the empty mason jars with devilish glee, thinking of all the things that they were going to do with this practical glassware. "Not bad, not bad. I got these" She dug into her pocket and pulled out multicolored, glittery silk ribbons: the kind that is more often used to tie up boxes of fancy chocolates and the like. She held them up to her friend, seeming immensely proud of herself. "Good marketing utilizes aesthetic. Quick, while Bug drags themself down here, we gotta think of a good business pitch. How are we gonna sell this shit? Are we gonna say it turns your dick into a magic wand, that it cures unicorn herpes... no no wait, what if it cures gay--"

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Earlier that day, Bug had been in trouble with the owner of the house. A white, waspy woman whose name they'd never properly registered to memory. They'd gotten in a fight with one of their housemates after accusing him of being secretly part-crab, and while they had meant it all in good fun, Jake clearly didn't feel the same way. So after getting thumped hard on the back of the neck and shouted at, they were in a mood.

But then they remembered the meteor.

A big, falling star, full of secrets and mysteries and potential financial boons.

They spent the afternoon Trolling Teh Forumz (AKA goofing off on Twitter) and generally being a nuisance, they prepared themself for the night of a lifetime, tugging on their pants and stuffing a backpack full of goodies. A water bottle full of blue Gatorade and some Honey Buns for sustenance, and an empty pillbox to fill with meteor dust. It was the closest thing they had to a shovel. All that remained was popping on their Heelys -- a passing fancy they wouldn't have even considered buying if they didn't have an extra sixty bucks to spare.

"Yeah, I'm comin'!" they answered Ivy from down the stairs. They tied their shoes as fast as they could -- not particularly fast, in honesty. Then they tugged on their Adventure Time backpack, which had been a birthday gift from when their older brother came to visit. Then they slid down the banister like one of those bastard fucks from Mary Poppins before beginning to stagger upon landing. "Ah! Ow! Shit. Wait- I got it." Then they regained their balance, looking like a tiny, wavering baby giraffe. "Okay, so I was thinking- if we say that this cures autism, people will TOTALLY buy it." They snickered, looking like Muttley from The Wacky Races or some shit.

"But I might keep a little bit of it, 'cause like, then I can tell people I have a bunch of meteor dirt. And they'll say 'no way' and I'll say 'YES way' and they'll probably be jealous of my sparkly alien space dirt." If they were Ed Edd 'n Eddy, then Bug was very clearly the Ed of the operation. "There's gonna be a whole shit balls ton of those Juju's Witnesses hangin' around and they'll buy anything if you say Jesus told you it's cool. That's why they all own 'live laugh love' posters."

They then very quickly pried the Sole Savers(TM) off of their sneakers so the wheels would pop out.

"Whup." They tried not to start rolling around aimlessly like a marble on the floor of a moving car. (More like a bowling ball, really.) "Let's get this dough, hoes."

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Summer

Totallly didn't almost forget the cave rave

Now you may be thinking, how could one possibly forget about an event you dragged, insisted your friends come with you? Yet there Summer was 15 minutes before she had to leave searching for something to wear. It, of course, hadn't been her intent. She had made notes to remind herself, even some phone reminders that went off that morning. However, it wasn't until she got a text asking if they still were going that she remembered. Note to self, next time set a reminder for an hour before the event. Not just in the morning. She mentally chided herself as she tied up the laces of her boots. Whether or not she would remember that, was up to debate. Once she was satisfied with her clothing, some totally not stolen from belongings her sister left behind, she rushed out the house without thinking to grab anything. Including her phone. Summer didn't realize until she was nearly at the meet-up point that she had forgotten it, but considering she was already late, decided it was best to just keep going.


Once she had met up with Teagan, the two made their way to the rumored location of the rave. At least, she hoped it had been the right location. Based on the noise and all the people in the distance as they approached, she assumed it must be the right one. She found herself practically skipping as they drew closer. The sudden sound of a robotic voice behind her nearly caused her to trip. Managing to catch her balance in time she turned back toward her friend.

"Pleaseeee, we already are here! Let's just hang out for a little bit. If it gets too much after a bit, I promise we can leave!" She was practically pleading. They had already gotten this far and Summer truly wanted to go. "Stormy? Ah! Rei...." She paused. Had they asked Rei? Surely they did. The three always hung out. What was his response again? "I don't know. May.......be?" She truly couldn't remember. "We don't have to drink. It's probably the strong nasty stuff anyway." She scrunched her face and stuck her tongue out with a 'bleh' sound leaving her lips. Summer has drunk alcohol before and it hadn't been the most pleasant of taste. So overwhelming that the memory always remained and reappeared at the mention of drinking.

Summer could see Teagan didn't want to be here. Part of her felt bad for dragging them along. She reached for her phone to make a note that she definitely owed them something for this. Where was her phone again? Her search was cut short when she noticed Teagan signing.

Her lips formed a pout at the mention of waiting. Sure there wasn't a set time they had to be at the actual rave, but they had already been 'late' due to Summer. She was excited and wanted to go ahead. However, waiting for their friend if he was showing up was also important. "Fine fine. we can wait. Let's go wait overrrr......" She turned her head to search the area for a spot. It didn't take long for her to get distracted by the sight of a friend. "Oh hey look! It's Max. Let's go say hi." Max was standing off the side with someone she didn't recognize. Had she met that person before? Were they new? Surely they were right? Well, it wouldn't be a surprise if they weren't and Summer had forgotten them. It happened more often than she like to admit.

Summer hadn't waited for Teagan's response, she was already skipping her way toward Max and the other person. Waving one arm in hello as she made her way over.

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joshua jones

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“Maybe they’re not home” Mary exhaled in defeat, turning her heels to make way to the next door. Oh, Mary, full of beans. She was not one to sit idly by and wait, which was incredibly contradictory to her name. Mrs Jones had picked the names Mary and Martha for the twins to reflect the story in the book of Luke in the Bible; how the sisters, Mary and Martha, welcomed Jesus into their house. Martha ran around the house like crazy, preparing food and cleaning for their guests. All the while, Mary sat by the foot of Jesus and just listened to him talking. Martha stood up and complained that her sister wasn’t being helpful at all, to which Jesus stood up for Mary. Mary Jones was nothing like this Mary. She was a ballistic missile, spiralling out of control and constantly on the move.

Joshua turned to his sister, about to tell her to wait a moment longer when he heard the sound of the door creaking open. Somewhat startled, he turned to watch the door open and to reveal a woman before them. She looked… tired. There was an exhaustion about her that fell on Joshua’s shoulder like a heavy boulder. Instantly, he could feel compassion and empathy rush through his body for this woman who had only just opened the door. And then she spoke, asking who they were. Right, Joshua. It’s time to speak. He told himself, mentally preparing himself. You’ve got this. You’ve got this

He didn’t have this.

A deer caught in headlights once more. His chest became tight and his heart trashed around in a toddler rampage. “I-i…” he began, his throat becoming incredibly coarse and his saliva drying up. “Umm… H-hi”

“Hi there!” Mary to the rescue. The girl came by her brother’s side once more with a bounce in her step and a spark in her eye. “My name is Mary Jones,” she introduced herself, extending her arm towards the woman to shake her hand. “And this is my brother, Joshua” The young girl placed her arm lightly around Joshua’s frame, encouraging him to extend his arm to shake the woman’s hand. “You’ll have to forgive him. He spooks easily, and we thought no one was home.”

… Friggen Mary.

“We were just going around, checking on people and how they’re going with their clean-ups and repairing. You know, we heard the storm and flood did a rather nasty number on most of the houses and apartments around here. And we just want to let people know that we’re happy to help in any way possible.” Mary explained to the woman. This was the part Joshua hated the second most. It was the lies. No, they weren’t there to do that at all; they were there to try and get people to come to their Kingdom Hall and meet Jehovah. Why did they have to lie and make small talk in order for that to happen? Why couldn’t it all be easy, like it had been with Abby? He had somehow blurted out with confidence, inviting her to bible study, and she came, didn’t she?.

As Mary continued to speak, Joshua could feel his ribcage tighten around his lungs. See relief came in the form of picking the skin of his cubicles, to which he continued to do so as he placed his hands behind his back, standing and listening to his sister. He was meant to be the one taking the lead, but here he was again, succumbing, sitting on the sidelines and watching everyone else play the game on the court. Well, maybe he wanted to start playing? Maybe it was his time to stand up against the couch and force himself onto the court.

“We’re from the Joplin Assembly Hall of Jehovah Witnesses” Joshua blurted out. He didn’t need to look at his sister; he could already sense that she was internally screaming and plotting her way of murdering him afterwards from the stern look he could see in his peripheral vision. “We uh… we have volunteers and … collections and uhh… donations. If you… if you need any”

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  Rave swimming with people and their tacky little lights, the expedition had led to a map of flesh. Rippling with bodies, the intimidating companion stayed Ren’s shoes; a beacon to slice apart crowds making it possible not to turn heel and scatter for quieter areas.
  
  “Mm?” Ren’s head turned to look up at their deadpan deliverance. Whilst words were indecipherable, the tone was not.
  
  That didn’t sound very agreeable.
  
  “Oh, you know,” eyes narrowed with the glide of a smug little smile, “found it.” Code-word for stolen! Sneaky hands may have failed to obtain gum, but they did not fall short in the presence of illegal substances. He hadn’t been fishing for drugs, more so a wallet or conveniently placed wedding ring, but who was Ren to deny wicked serendipity? It was a sign, no doubt.
  
  Or just an excuse to snort something.
  
  But alas, this stranger had morals.
  
  “Too good for a bathroom counter? I see how it is, fussy.” Pondering a resolve brought forth a rational idea, always Ren’s domain.
  
  “I guess I'll let you snort it off my body.”
  
  Why was he like this.
  
  But it appeared the issue was not the bacteria coated bathroom, a demanding give bringing clarity to their traitorous intentions. Ren recoiled a step as if slapped, mouth agape and glaring between hand and man as if they inflicted harm to his ancestors.
  
  Malevolent as he was, Ren would never actively endeavour to shove someone into huffing drugs. But to deprive him with a measly exchange of shiny-wrapped gum? There laid a throw of the gauntlet, a veil aflutter betwixt the two.
  
  “Not so fast, buddy!” Petty swat fired at the hand to slap it away; back! A cat indignant to have been dealt a dish of budget biscuits when demanding luxury tuna tins. The concept was diabolical, and worse yet, to be betrayed by a stranger he’d known for 5 minutes?
  
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  “You want me to walk around a rave? Sober?” Balled hands found the pockets of Ren’s jacket, fingers wrapping the tiny baggy in a protective fist. “Nuh-uh, not happening Toots. I’ve got a date with destiny, just hope it doesn’t involve seeing the Centipede Men again.”
  
  He would not be explaining further.
  
  It was unspoken, a wispy feeling that this stranger wasn’t completely agonising. Positive in their haunting, assumedly good natured in their demand for the drugs, perhaps beyond sinister features and towering height encased a golden core. Perhaps, Ren dreaded to think, they were nice.
  
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The Rebel

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Kenzie heard Alex say something about wanting more and she turned to look at him with an amused expression, so he wasn't feeling it yet but she knew that it was going to hit him like a runaway train at some point and so she shook her head softly before dragging him out to dance. It was best to keep the mind preoccupied, she found when you were waiting for drugs to hit you it seemed to take a lot longer when you were focusing on the time, whereas it was like a fun little surprise when you forgot and suddenly can't see.

Kenzie continued to dance with her eyes closed, head back and looking on you could see that she was feeling the moment, a smile playing on her lips as she swayed to the beat. She could feel the music beating through her soul and bones. The lights hitting off her closed eyelids allowed for an almost kaleidoscope effect to play in her mind and she found the colours and swirls to be changing in perfect time with the music.

Kenzie felt a continuous tap on her wrist and opened her eyes to look up at Alex, she raised an eyebrow at him comment on her looking weird a smirk playing on her lips as she tried to understand the meaning behind what he had just said to her. Before she had time to consider if he meant because of the drugs he was on or because she looked fucked he asked about going outside. Kenzie nodded before taking his hand and stumbling towards the beach together. Once outside Kenzie let go of Alex's hand and outstretched her own arms as she twirled. The sea breeze was electrifying as the hair on her arms stood up. A small joyful laugh escaped her lips as she walked further along the beach. The sound of crashing waves was drawing her in and right now she wanted to get to the water, she didn't know if she wanted to look at it or get into it but regardless Kenzie needed the water and that is where she was going.

She had almost forgotten about Alex until she heard her name being called, she turned around confusion clear on her face for a second as she turned to face him just in time to watch him fall out of sight. Her eyes widened as she looked at the spot Alex had just been standing and she couldn't help the laugh that escaped her lips, she heard him call her name and with an expression of both concern and amusement on her face, Kenzie took into a run towards her friend.

Stumbling as she reached the edge of the small pit, Kenzie just about caught herself from falling in on top of Alex as she slid down to a stop beside him. Kenzie kneeled down as she gently took his hand "Hey, are you ok?" she asked him gently as she helped him to sit up. The look on his face meant that either he had hurt himself of a bad thought had slipped through, Kenzie hoped the later as it would be easier to deal with right now. "What is this?" she questioned as she looked around the small dip they were sitting in, she noticed the jagged rubbel around them and her eyes widened as she realised what it might be. Had they accidently found the meteor crash sight. Eyes wide and with an amused smirk on her lips Kenzie looked at Alex again "Im sure you would have seen the crash site just aswell from up there, you didn't have to fall in" she teased

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Max looked down apprehensively at the drink he'd just poured himself. He wasn't quite sure what exactly it was: light amber in color, almost glittering under the colored lights in the cave.

It smelled like a hospital. That alone made Max's stomach clench.
That was the last place he wanted to be thinking of right now.

His parents were going to be so, so mad at him for doing this. He was already grounded, and now he was about to be grounded until he was 25. He'd been getting into more than his fair share of teenage trouble this year, hadn't he? Between this, and trying to pick a fight with Abby's ex, and the whole incident at the church, and what he did last Fall...

How much of this are you even supposed to drink, anyway? Max thought to himself, perplexed, trying to rekindle that spark of nerves that prompted him to do this. Half a cup seemed about right. Max hadn't ever been taught that a proper shot of hard liquor is only 1.5 ounces. Well, that realization wouldn't hit him until he was completely fucked up a little while from now.

His fearless new friend May put her cup down on the table to sign 'Cheers', evidently just as nervous and excited for this as he was. She'd never had alcohol before either, had she? It would be the first time for both of them. "Right... cheers." He smiled back at her, raising his cup.

He thought he was just going to be able to gulp it all down in one go and get it over with, but the second it touched his throat, the burning sensation almost made him gag it all back up. He recoiled, coughing. Apparently, he was supposed to drink this in small sips.

The second attempt, as much as he dreaded it, went down easier than the first. He didn't even gag. It burned like razor blades, but the sensation didn't last... after a few seconds, it had settled down to a warm rush of excitement.
Hey, maybe this isn't so bad.
By the time he was finishing the last of the red plastic cup's contents, he almost didn't care about the burn. It no longer bothered him. Hell yeah, little Max was already toughening up to this.
He'd already had far too much to drink and didn't even know it. It had only just started to kick in... it was only downhill from here, but all he knew was that he felt absolutely invincible.
So this is why Abby drinks...

There was someone waving at them from the crowd.
Wait, was that Summer?
Max lit up with joy. "Hi, Summer!!" He waved his friend over to their corner of the cave enthusiastically; almost too enthusiastically. Seeing the young teen suddenly without his trademark anxious mannerisms was almost unsettling. His shoulders weren't hunched protectively anymore. His neck was straight, head up, light blue eyes bright with excitement. His movements were free, almost sloppy, a stark contrast to their usual anxious precision.

"Oh, Summer, this is May. May, this is my friend Summer from school." Wow, since when did he get to introduce people? He felt like some kind of popular kid.
That feeling was far more intoxicating than whatever amount of alcohol he'd just consumed. Naively, he poured himself another cupful of mystery liquor while they were talking, thinking that it a little more would kill off whatever residual nervousness was left in him. He wanted to feel like a totally different person by the end of this.
He glanced at Summer's friend, a kid around his age who he wasn't quite sure if he'd met yet. There were a lot of people Max hadn't met at his school-- normally he was just far too shy to go out and make friends on his own. Tonight, though, he launched right into a friendly invite. "Oh, and I'm Max. Hi, sorry, I don't think we've met. What's your name?" It didn't occur to him to ask Summer if the kid could sign. For a second, he had forgotten that hearing people existed, and just assumed that everyone was living in the same experience of this place as he was.

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Apocalypse

Cigarettes After Sex

Matteo Wright

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A long drag of a cigarette followed reassurance that Oliver’s parents weren’t going to come beating down on his door angrily. A long exhale out found him at his final opinion on the matter.

So Oliver was avoiding punishment from home. Based on the injuries the boy had sustained, it wasn’t particularly difficult to understand the subtext of what was occurring. Child abuse was fairly easy to spot when you knew what to look for… Or, weren’t closing your eyes to the evils of the world.

But that led to a different kind of dilemma, if you were anyone but Matt. Protocol - at least, his duties as a teacher - said that he had to inform CPS immediately, but Matt knew the dangers of the foster care system intimately - especially what they would do to an older kid like him.

All this thinking, though, done in the blink of an eye. The passive apathy ever present upon the teacher’s face as he held the cigarette between two fingers, like a scene out of an old French noir film.

“Fuck it. Do what you want, if it blows up in my face, I’m blaming you.” Matt said as he took another drag of the cigarette, being oh so gracious as to not blow the smoke directly into the child’s face. Truly, a benevolent soul indeed. A hand up before Oliver could talk more, trying to effectively shut the student up so that he could continue to speak. “I don’t want the details. The less I know the better.”

He’d only just barely managed to speak the words when Oliver was exploding words again. A long tired sigh came as Matt resigned himself to the fate that he’d dealt himself.

“If you want to prattle on about nonsense, then continue. But I will be getting work done.” The teacher said with no small amount of weariness in his voice as he pulled out a big stack of papers. The wire frames of reading glasses being perched upon his nose as he began to leaf through papers with a red pen in his other hand.

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The boy was timid, stuttering. The similarities in his speech pattern to her own child were striking and instantly repulsive to her. Just listening to him try to stumble through whatever speech he'd prepared for her doorstep had her reeling with nerves, praying that the one she'd locked in his room would stay silent for a few minutes while she had this conversation. She couldn't just slam the door in these children's faces. and have them go back to whoever sent them and tell them all about how mean and unfriendly Mrs. Dreyfuss in apartment 4-B was.

She stepped out into the hallway and shook the kids' hands as they offered them, putting on an air of politeness. "Eileen. Welcome, welcome." She introduced herself, though she was sure they already had her name from whatever address book they were using to go around selling whatever they were selling.

The girl continued, apologizing on behalf of her brother's anxiety. “You’ll have to forgive him. He spooks easily, and we thought no one was home.”

He spooks easily. Right. Just like someone else Eileen knew.
Surely this boy wasn't a violent delinquent like her own, though. The similarities... they were just coincidences. These kids didn't even know hers. They couldn't know.
They didn't know a thing.

"Oh, it's no problem at all," She said softly, smiling gently as if genuinely wanting to ease their nerves. Really, though, it was her own nerves she was trying to soothe.

She listened politely to the girl's spiel about how they were coming by to collect information on how the building was doing after the storm. "Oh, we're just taking it day by day here." She replied, lacing her fingers together. "The upstairs definitely survived the flooding a little bit better... me and my three kids, we've been getting by. No serious damage, in fact, we even ended up sheltering some neighbors while the downstairs was damaged. We're a strong community. We really are." Inserting the word community into her response was quite deliberate, and she made sure to gently emphasize it.

Then...
“We’re from the Joplin Assembly Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses” The boy blurted out, and the facade shattered.

Missionaries. Whoop, there it is. Eileen fought not to roll her eyes. But no, maybe it wasn't as odious as all that. Maybe there was something to be gained here. Reputation, perhaps? Friends, most certainly. She wouldn't be joining their religion, but if she could tease them along by letting them think that she might, then that would potentially give her an additional layer of social armor that could be invaluable.

Eileen was nothing if not a strategist. The brains of the family. An absolute master of making life's lemons into lemonade. Most people would have ended the conversation right then and there, but where others saw an annoying inconvenience, Eileen saw an opportunity.

"Oh, Jehovah's Witnesses. I can't say if heard of your... organization. Tell me more about this."

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This was it. He had ruined it. He had ruined the whole dang thing. He had gone and mentioned that they were from the Kingdom Hall, and this lady was going to take one good look at them and close the door right on their face. After all, almost every other person in Joplin has done the same. People knew as soon as they saw the Jones’ walking down the street that they were on their way to get someone’s soul saved. Honestly, he had been incredibly surprised that the woman before them hadn’t seen them before, or been warned about answering the door and engaging with people like them

Joshua was mentally preparing himself for the letdown. For the cussing, the abuse, and people claiming they were a cult. You’d be quite surprised with how often people would respond to them in such a way. It seemed even worse when he was with his father or with Matthew for their door-to-door evangelism. I suppose because the two older Jones men struggled to take no as an answer. They were striving to see the Kingdom Hall grow, and for all the lost, wandering souls to find restful peace and salvation in the arms of Jehovah. But even in the arms of Jehovah, was there really peace? If there was, then why did he always feel like such a cluttered mess on the inside?

“Oh, Jehovah’s Witnesses”

There is was. It was the beginning of the end. He was never going to hear the end of this from Mary. She would talk his ear off about how much he had screwed up their mission for today. After all, there were much better things the pair of them could be off doing, right? Like… reading a book. Study. Bake a cake. Cloud gaze from the backyard. There were just… endless possibilities for the Jones children within the confined walls of their house and parent’s rules. Joshua took a short exhale, waiting for the next venomous words to slip past this woman’s lips.

“I can’t say I’ve heard of your… organization. Tell me more about this.”

Joshua’s eyes widened in shock, quickly turning to his sister only to see her eyes were as wide as his own. This was possibly the first time he had ever heard someone ask to hear more about their religion. Not only that, but to meet someone who claimed to have never heard of them. Was this all a trick? Mary was quick to whip out the pamphlet from her messenger handbag, placing it into the hands of the woman before them. “So, you see here,” she pointed to the website address at the top of the paper “If you go to this website, there is all the resources to help you learn more. But, also, we are here to help and guide you if you’re interested” The girl’s energy had sparked by ten times, hearing that someone had wanted to hear more about Jehovah and His witnesses. “So, Joshua and I, along with our family, are Jehovah's Witnesses. We identify as Christians, and I suppose ‘Jehovah’s witnesses’ is just our denomination. We believe that God’s personal name is Jehovah, and we are called to witness to the world.”

As Mary continued to talk, Joshua stood there in observation of what his sister was saying. Why was it that he had the uncontrollable sensation in the pits of his stomach to tell his woman to not join? How he wanted to tell her so badly about how they weren’t allowed friends. How they couldn’t celebrate birthdays or Christmas. How they were expected to go door-to-door knocking every weekend in uncomfortable clothes and during harsh weather conditions. How, even though their Kingdom Hall was filled with so many people, it felt so lonely. It was at this moment, he wanted to pray to Jehovah that she wouldn't listen. That she wouldn't take it all to her heart. That she wouldn’t find Him.

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the night josh tillman came to our apt.

There was something refreshing about living with company after being alone for so long. Stella had forgotten the warmth that came from another presence, the laughs that could be shared over dinner, the kindness someone could extend through a glance or a gesture. It had been reaffirming, to know that you weren’t as alone as you thought.

Right now, they were halfway through a bag of Manny’s most potent pot. She lay sprawled across Jane’s sofa, listening to the girl talk her through her wild alien conspiracies. They were maybe bizarre to some, but Stella had learnt through life that anything was possible, and stranger things had certainly happened.

"Listen, Janey, I don’t disagree with you,” she reassured, speaking slowly, mostly with her eyes closed. “The Government – y’know – they do some fucked up shit… I mean, overpopulation. They’re thinking, ‘we gotta do something about that’, because it’s fucking shit up for them, right? So, of course, they’re gonna do what they can.”

Stella took another puff of the joint Jane had earlier passed her, tilting her head back on the arm of the couch and exhaling up to the ceiling.

“Aliens are weapons, right? And don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t think they’re here to get their little green dicks wet. The Government knows what’s out there, okay? They know that some little extra-terrestrial … fuckheads can come wipe a few cities, states, countries, off the map, and boom. They’ve had their little overpopulation problem taken care of for free.”

Stella sighed, watching Jane apply her make up. That was a routine she was unfamiliar with. Sometimes she had dabbled with a little bit of concealer, maybe some mascara, but mostly she presented how she was. Dark under eyes, red puffy cheeks, chapped lips; all things Stella was accustomed too. It wasn’t like she had anything against make up, not at all, she just had no fucking idea of where to even start with it. From what she’d seen, it paid to be precise, and she was anything but.

Stella abruptly stood to her feet, stubbing the joint out in the kitschy ashtray on Jane’s eclectic coffee table.

“I guess I can wear this, right? This will be fine?” asked Stella, looking at herself glumly in the same mirror Jane was using.

She asked rather than stated. Since losing half her shit, clothes included, and despite the warm welcome from Jane, Stella felt a little displaced. She never thought much of her wardrobe until it was gone. Fuck, she felt a little pissed off. All the time she had spent not giving a shit, not valuing much, just letting the wind blow her from post to post. Maybe it was time for a rebuild, a reinvention - even if that meant changing her entire loose, apathetic outlook.

Maybe it was the weird buzz the weed was giving her. How could she just change who she inherently was? She blamed her mother. She didn’t need to do anything right now. She couldn't. Stella sighed. It could wait until tomorrow.

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Graham suddenly couldn’t breathe in the car. He was trapped. The metal enclosing in on him. He never liked cars to begin with, but unbidden memories floated to the surface of classmates, of teachers with their fake concern and their fake religion promising that she was in a better place now and that she was at peace and that- hey now didn’t you say that she was going to go to hell a couple of days ago why did death change anything.

He rolled down the windows and let the howling wind of the slowly speeding up car tell his story instead of words.

Graham hated silence. Despised it. Words and laughter to cover over emptiness. He was an artist in a way. Painting over all that blank space and trying to bring color to it. Perhaps a futile endeavor, but it was what it was and Graham was a creature of flighty passions, after all.

In short, no he was not doing okay. But he couldn’t let her worry about him.

“Did you know that stars have life cycles?” He couldn’t bear to lie to her. So instead, he went with a tried and true method of just distracting and filling in the gaping void of the hole that had been. “I think… I think that is interesting.”

The silence stretched on.

He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it.

A quiet reassurance from Abigail - one that she didn’t have to do because that meant something wrong and nothing was wrong so stop fucking asking him already she shouldn’t have to worry about a 25 year old fuck you. Fuck this. Fuck-

“... I’m fine.” Came the even quieter reply as he was backed into the corner of listening to his own thoughts.

He was going 30 over the speed limit. He took his foot off the gas and let his car slow back down once more. They were nearly at the park.

"Besides!" He chirped, mood suddenly shifting. "There's stars to see!"

And so, he pulled into the park and hopped out of the truck.

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The denial was fast, and sharp. Hooray, Ren was not stupid enough to take a single piece of gum in exchange for a bag of drugs. Well, that was to be expected. That had been a lowball agreement anyways. A singular attempt at trying to get the pilfered goods before genuine damage could be done while losing as little as possible.

But obviously Ren wouldn’t go for that kind of stupid bargain anyways, no matter how shiny the wrapper might be and how hard Ren had previously fought for the gum.

Now, how about two pieces of gum and that would be a different story now, wouldn’t it?

“Fine, fine.” He pulled out the gum packet, producing two pieces of green spearmint gum wrapped in silver paper. “Two pieces of gum.”

He was a giving man, after all. Quick as this generosity was extended, however, came the immediate take backsies.

Sorry. Ren just accused him of what.

The first break of solemn intimidation: abject insult and disgust laced within a sneer and raised eyebrows. Petulance laced in his very being as he seemed incredibly insulted at the idea that Ren would ever consider him to be a cop.

A single syllable to dictate the amount of disgust and revulsion he felt at this very moment:

“Ew.”

And then a pause. A head tilt as a second option was provided. “I think I’d make for a great stripper cop, thank you.”

A nod. Yes. He was very self-assured that he would make an excellent stripper cop.

But the insult had been laid at the ground. And the offering of the gum was rescinded. “No gum for people that insult me like that though. I’m going home.”

And then he turned to leave the kleptomaniac to pilfer and do body snorts by his lonesome - wash his hands clean of the entire mess as you would…

Seriously what has his life become where that was an actual thought he had to have.

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"Hey, are you okay?"
The voice next to Alex still wasn’t recognizable. Familiar, yes, but… who was it that he’d come out here with again?

Someone reached behind him, supporting his upper back and helping him sit back up in the shallow ditch. Finding himself a little dizzy upon changing positions, he looked up and waited for the double vision to clear before he could see that it was Kenzie next to him.
Oh, yeah.
The last hour or so of adventuring came flooding back into his memory, replacing all the ghosts and whispering that had started to take over his disoriented brain. “This is some wild shit, huh?” he breathed, speaking of course about the psychedelic mushrooms that the two of them were currently spellbound by. "Kenz, come uh... lie down with me. We can talk about, uh, life, and... life, man. Life is so... life." He patted the ground next to him, inviting her to come curl up by his side in the rocky crater. The hole itself was barely a foot deep, and just wide enough in diameter for the two of them to comfortably sit side-by-side. Whatever space rock had crashed to earth here had been so small that it had barely changed the landscape one bit. That's the funny thing about meteorites... hundreds of them hit the earth every year, most of them so small and insignificant that no one would ever know the difference. But every now and again, every couple million years or so, one of them would be big enough to cause a mass extinction. It was all chance. Chance and physics, which was a subject that Alex didn't understand even slightly.

“Yeah, I guess we are in the meteor pit.” He said, picking up a piece of fragmented rock lying next to him and flipping it around in his hands. “Think… do ya think that the aliens are gonna come back for us here? We’re sitting right in their spot.” It wasn’t clear if he was being serious or not. Alex was definitely the kind of kid to crack jokes like that, but he was also clearly hallucinating a bit, so it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that he was having a brief lapse in sanity where he could genuinely believe that there were aliens up there who would be angry to see a pair of inebriated teens lying in their meteor crater.

“Look, MacKenzie. Fireflies!” Already, though, Alex had been distracted by something new and shiny. His attention span was that of a golden retriever. He laid back down and pointed upwards with his hook hand at the flickering beads of light that floated through the air, giving the late summer night an almost magical atmosphere. “And shhhshhhh. Listen–” He dramatically held his finger to his lips, urging his friend to silence, but all that could be heard was the melodic chirping of crickets in the tall grass above them. “Crickets.”

“We are just surrounded by bugs right now.” He whispered, hushed and incredulous. “Everything is bugs if you think about it.”
That last bit made sense only to him.

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“Fuck it. Do what you want, if it blows up in my face, I’m blaming you.”

That answer was good enough for Oliver. For the next little while, at least, he was safe.

He nodded, satisfied, hands fluttering absentmindedly by his sides. He joined Matt on the couch, sitting perched up on the arm and facing the other direction to avoid inhaling too much cigarette smoke. His odd sitting posture looked like it should be uncomfortable for any normal person, but the boy seemed at ease like this, still occasionally blurting out Pink Floyd factoids while he watched his teacher scan over pages and pages of printed handouts with a red pen. “Wh-which class is that for?” He asked, interjected amidst his latest long-winded Pink Floyd tangent. “Is that my class? I-is that mine? Can you tell me what grade I got or do I have to wait? Because I wanted to ask you about something I wrote. I think… I think I got the names wrong. Actually… Alan Parker direct-cted The Wall actually. Roger Waters j-just wrote it…” He leaned back over to get a better look, trying not to wheeze or cough from the smoke that now seemed to have diffused throughout the whole room. “That movie scared me a little."

He had no intention of ever clarifying for Mr. Wright exactly why he needed to hide out at a teacher’s house. Good, because Mr. Wright had expressed that didn’t want the details anyway. Details, of course, would make him potentially liable if anything were to happen, so it was a smart choice of his to shut the kid up on the topic and retain plausible deniability. Oliver hadn’t considered that he’d be possibly endangering his favorite English teacher’s career by doing this. This was the only place he could think to go, at the time. He didn’t always make the best decisions under stress, which was something that Matt would probably have known about him by this point. Oliver’s classroom behavior ranged from overexcited and jittery, to dead silent and melancholic, to agitated and aggressive. It wasn’t unusual for him to exhibit some odd or socially inappropriate behavior, depending on what had happened in the class before, and what was going on at home for him that day.

That was why he liked Mr. Wright’s class, incidentally: Matt wasn’t his friendliest teacher, but he was the safest. Oliver couldn’t put a finger on exactly why he felt that way, but that was what prompted him to go searching for his address when he needed a place to run to for a few hours.

Whereas the rest of the school was a dark and dangerous ocean full of sharks and crabs, Mr. Wright’s AP English was a sheltered bloom of algae, the perfect place for a young hiding sea turtle to avoid attacks long enough to learn something about the world.

Hey, maybe Oliver was getting the hang of metaphors after all.

"What do you think about turtles? Do you like turtles?"

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Rave cave. Right. Mateo threw his backpack in a dirty, dark corner as he brought most of his luggage from Alex to this party.
He was going back to Kaz tonight so he had to came prepared, though he was probably going to arrive somewhere in the morning.

‘Drink another one.’ He stared at his friends who eagerly wanted him to drink another beer, without a doubt he put the lid to his mouth and drank the whole thing under a minute.
‘Record!’ The other boys yelled as Mateo laughed, trying to hold back the beer from coming up.

‘I need to go to the bathroom,’ Mateo announced before leaving the group of friends he met just tonight.
Reuben had texted him to come over and for the first time ever, he kind of preferred a quiet night with some beers than getting absolutely wasted.
It was a shame he had already took the drugs he had bought this morning and was probably going to space out in about. . He checked his watch.
Half an hour.

Mateo rushed out the weird little bathroom that was put in the rave cave and looked for his backpack and his jacket. Luckily his backpack was still there but his jacket was no where to be found.
The fresh air did wonders and he closed his eyes for a second, breathing in the fresh air before noticing the girl next to him. He recognized her from school but barely. Her babyface wasn’t very convincing in this rave cave and Mateo was lucky he had Alex’ ID on speed dial.
‘Hey,’ Mateo turned to the girl with a soft smile peeking through. ‘You okay?’
Just now he was noticing the amounts of alcohol she had probably already taken. Oh damn, he sure hoped she wasn’t going to puke.
‘Do you need anything? Water? A bucket? Molly?’

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