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OPEN | prompt three | PAIN
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prompt three | P A I N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all. |
[Oh, no. She doesn't want any pain around her, never ever ever.]
You never know. [beat. Smile.] Maybe they did.
[ Awkward teenage boy is awkward. Or at least pretending to be. ]
Can we talk about something not creepy for once?
Can we talk about something not creepy for once?
[ A shrug. ]
Eh. Do the job right? Not a peep and mum's the word.
Eh. Do the job right? Not a peep and mum's the word.
[ Yves has his way and she won't ever have to worry about that. A plume of smoke announces his presence long before he speaks. Eventually: ]
Ignore them.
Ignore them.
[ Thank you, Clint, for yet again reminding Alyosha why he decided to cut you out in the first place. Still there's a measured sort of patience to the way he speaks. ]
Am I going to have to get you a paper bag to blow into or something?
Am I going to have to get you a paper bag to blow into or something?
[ Mina has a way of smiling that makes people think she doesn't like them very much. Maybe she does, maybe she doesn't. ]
Did you?
Did you?
Ssh. I'm thinking.
[And he keeps frowning at the message like it's in some foreign language he'll figure out if he concentrates enough. His head tilts to the side, he tips his chin up and sniffs loudly, and eventually leans away and decides that yes, this is completely irrelevant to him, time to move on.
Chapter turns to Verse, brows arched like a chirpy salesman ready to dedicate his full attention to the sucker of the day. It's about the nicest impression anyone will get from him and Verse is one of his few very special someones.]
Buenos dias, bro. What's new with you?
[And he keeps frowning at the message like it's in some foreign language he'll figure out if he concentrates enough. His head tilts to the side, he tips his chin up and sniffs loudly, and eventually leans away and decides that yes, this is completely irrelevant to him, time to move on.
Chapter turns to Verse, brows arched like a chirpy salesman ready to dedicate his full attention to the sucker of the day. It's about the nicest impression anyone will get from him and Verse is one of his few very special someones.]
Buenos dias, bro. What's new with you?
[She turns her head to him and tilts it softly, lips parted in a question that vanishes shortly afterwards. Twinkle moves over to him and reaches for his free hand, playing with his fingers before she nods and smiles.]
[The smile stretches. This is the face of a man who has nothing to worry about.]
You decide.
You decide.
[ When Chapter sniffs so does Verse — a twitch of his nose, the briefest puckering of his brow. By now the reaction is Pavlovian, Verse taking his cue from his fellow bloodhound only to decide moments later that, yes, the message is irrelevant to him too. Chapter had taken to the process much better than he did, which is why Verse can only smell raw, unrefined magic as opposed to the subtle and nuanced stuff.
Verse takes his time to consider the question, his hands finding the pockets of his slacks as he rocks back and forth on his feet like a gangly, bobble-headed adolescent. ]
People are moving, going places, [ he hums in a half-wistful way. ] Harlem tomorrow. Could be tricky, could be dull.
Verse takes his time to consider the question, his hands finding the pockets of his slacks as he rocks back and forth on his feet like a gangly, bobble-headed adolescent. ]
People are moving, going places, [ he hums in a half-wistful way. ] Harlem tomorrow. Could be tricky, could be dull.
[ Yves was never really one to smile, not even when his brother was alive. Now that René is gone, the expression is even more rare, though on occasion he manages one for Twinkle. Not today, though as he flicks the ash from his cigarette with one hand, idly wiggling the fingers of the other in her direction like he's teasing a cat. Although Yves' tone is flat, he means it when he says: ]
Good girl.
Good girl.
[There's a little chuckle, like it reminds him of a distant joke.]
It's funny when you say 'sugar'.
It's funny when you say 'sugar'.
Sounds good to me. [You stupid fuck.] What do you want to talk about?
[ Alyosha opens his mouth to speak and then closes it, opens it again and then shuts it a second time. He's waiting for Clint to make up his mind and when he finally stops, Alyosha lifts both his eyebrows as if to say you finished? ]
You remember the part where we work for MP, da?
You remember the part where we work for MP, da?
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