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ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ ʟᴏʀᴅ! ([personal profile] dondarrion) wrote in [community profile] aviary2012-08-12 02:44 am
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CLOSED | prompt eight | RUIN




prompt eight | R U I N



dressing-room style.
closed to rog.


 
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WALLACE | venus

[personal profile] folded 2012-08-12 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ She doesn't seem particularly pressed about it. ]

Most people do, given enough time.
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POLLY Q | the academy

[personal profile] biter 2012-08-12 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ She frowns. (She usually does.) ]

Yeah? An' I bet you feel real fuckin' stupid right about now.
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ESTHER WOHLENCHIK | universalis

[personal profile] befallen 2012-08-12 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ With a simple sort of dryness: ]

Are we talking metaphorically? Or—
Edited 2012-08-12 06:57 (UTC)
missus: (a l i e n v s . p r e d a t o r)

MARLING | somnacin

[personal profile] missus 2012-08-12 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
An' would do th'whole fuckin' lot all over again, I would.

[ For him. Sure. ]
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RUBY | venus

[personal profile] dysmorphia 2012-08-12 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ It had gone all terribly pear-shaped in the end. (It always does. No exception. They either leave, they move on, or they burn her. But sometimes, every once and a while, she thinks to leave first.)

Her tone attempts detachment and fails.
] Better him than me.
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DUBHLAINN QUINN | she loves me (not)

[personal profile] erotomaniac 2012-08-12 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't seem particularly inclined, one way or the other, to furnishing a response, keeping his gaze fixed on one of his shirt cuffs instead. ]

—'S no' going t' happen.
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[personal profile] mocked 2012-08-12 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Flatly (but notably in a tone that falls far from argumentative): ] Morbid.
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CEELEE | venus

[personal profile] pest 2012-08-12 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ She tips her head, smiles crooked. (Girl isn't even paying attention. What she wants is your wallet.) ]

and?
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[personal profile] blitzes 2012-08-12 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ (It's a cute expression, really, though he knows to keep that comment to himself.) ]

I d'no. It's the kind of thing that makes you bitter, too, yeah?
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[personal profile] preoccupation 2012-08-12 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ People talk to themselves, they use their cell phones, carry on halfbaked conversations with Waverly all the time. This guy (something Quinn, if she remembers his debit card right) seems to do it more often than most but she doesn't really mind; he seems nice enough.

Somewhere between the arhythmic beep beep of the check-out machine he mumbles something to himself and she stops.
]

—pardon?
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[personal profile] folded 2012-08-12 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wallace stares at Trammell for a moment, then notes: ] Factual.
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[personal profile] oppose 2012-08-12 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
Halfway, I guess. [ He doesn't broach anything further back than the last ten years very often and sometimes it shows. (Despite how old he is, in some respects he's still young.) ]

Though, y' know, it was more like falling a very great distance than burning up. Which isn't to say that that didn't happen, too.
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[personal profile] biter 2012-08-12 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Smart boy.

She gives him a little shove (pulling pigtails, playbites).
]

Fuck 'f I know. [ Polly Q, bitter? Never. ]
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[personal profile] marling 2012-08-12 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ She would, and so would he, if it came down to the line. There's not much to give up, to be honest — he's always made sure of that. But he'd set a match to it in an instant in her favor.

He doesn't say so — he never says much — but he offers up a slight smile, the expression still contained but undeniably warm.
]
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[personal profile] pictured 2012-08-12 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ It takes Stella a moment to register that anything has been said, being somewhat preoccupied by picking away the lace at the corner of her current picture frame. ]

Oh— oh. I suppose so. Better their bones than ours.
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[personal profile] befallen 2012-08-12 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ This sort of talk chastens her a little. For all that the two of them have no secrets, it's exactly as if everything's out in the open either. If anything, they operate on a system of knowing without saying, understanding without having to acknowledge. It means they've steered clear of some of the more painful, awkward conversations they could have had in the past, but leaves them needlessly unpracticed when one happens to saunter round. ]

Not sure whether or not that's the kind of situation where having company helps.
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[personal profile] erotomaniac 2012-08-12 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ The general truth is that Dubhlainn Quinn is a nice man. But general does not mean complete and it is in that distinction that things start to fall apart. (She loves me, is the faulty murmur of his heart, is the root from which obsession has grown through his every nerve, an ugly, suffocating creature that causes him equal parts pain and joy. Joy each time she looks at him, each time she sends him a sign, and pain every time that little candle flame flickers out.)

He glances up upon being addressed, a sort of brightness flashing once across his countenance before his expression schools itself into something more neutral.
]

'S nothing. [ (Everything.) ] Sorry. Didn't mean t' t'row you off.
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[personal profile] missus 2012-08-12 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Funny thing (a shame some would say, though neither of them would agree), just how sentimental they'd both turned out to be in the end.

Iain never says it and neither does she, but there's no denying it. Kind of obvious, actually, once you get them in the same room together. (He smiles more and she smiles less, the excesses of each — too loud, too quiet — balancing one another out and meeting somewhere roughly in the middle.)

Marling stares at her husband's mouth and, for once, doesn't seem hungry, just smitten.
]

Pussy run off with your tongue again, luv?
Edited 2012-08-12 07:38 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dysmorphia 2012-08-12 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ In general, Ruby doesn't like her siblings — her sisters usually on the receiving end of the worst of it. Unwarranted for the most part, but mother's children have never been known for even temperament. Being the girl in the vanity means that Ruby has plenty of faces, none (save one) are hers.

And so, a bitterness lingers about her, a resentment of all her beautiful sisters and the face they get to keep all to their own. Stella, though lovely, is one of the few who get a free pass. (If only for all the times she's come and swept up Ruby's bones after the fact.)
]

No one will miss them. Not really. But you— you'd miss my bones, wouldn't you, Stella?
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[personal profile] preoccupation 2012-08-12 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Waverly doesn't mind her job; doesn't like it, but doesn't dislike it either — which, she knows from all of her friends, is a lot better than most people her age manage. Better than flipping burgers or waiting tables, playing check-out might put Wavery on her feet all shift long, but there's no heavy lifting, no needing to sing for her supper and no greasy-fryolater smell in her hair after a long day. All in all, a win-win situation, even when you take the occasional weirdo she meets into consideration.

Mr. Quinn, as far as she can tell, isn't a weirdo. But, truth be told, she hasn't really given him much thought save the occasional conversation as she scans his groceries or runs into him in the car park. Sometimes she plays a little game which involves fantasizing the lies of her customers just based on the things that they buy. If pressed, Waverly would say that Mr. Quinn's unmarried, with no kids and maybe not even a girlfriend. (It's sort of a shame; he's nice and he's Irish and maybe even a little cute, despite being hold enough to be her dad.)

She smiles at his apology, waving a carton of yogurt through the air before she scans it.
] No, it's cool. Don't worry about it, I mean— [ Waverly crinkles her nose and ducks her chin. ] —I could totally do this in my sleep. [ Glancing up again she offers a small smile. ] No big.
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RUTH | the academy

[personal profile] complicit 2012-08-12 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's not judging. Really she isn't. (Much.) ]

Well. That didn't take long, did it?
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WARBIRD | valkyrie

[personal profile] destrier 2012-08-12 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
No. [ The word is a declaration, a prophesy, uttered from her human mouth. ] You've not yet begun to burn.
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CLARET | pound of flesh

[personal profile] merely 2012-08-12 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's no blame in Claret's voice and there never is. Not when it comes to him. She shrugs, awkwardly, one of her shoulders lifting and then falling again as she picks at something underneath one nail. ]

Sometimes people can't help it— y'know? Doesn't mean it's their fault.
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THE STRANGLER | the earth bit back

[personal profile] held 2012-08-12 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Milk-white eyes, green tongue. Sara Connington isn't here right now. ]

YOU ARE HUMAN. YOU ARE INCAPABLE OF ANYTHING LESS.
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PENN | castaways

[personal profile] cremations 2012-08-12 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shakes his head; shuts his eyes and makes a hushing sound. (That's enough.) Penn's living is made on his compassion, and he plenty to spare. ]

No. [ His voice is soft, subdued. Like an undertaker's. ] No no no. [ His smile is sad. ] What happened to you— that wasn't your fault.

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