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“Okay, okay…” He sighed, writing her name and signing off his. He ripped the check from the book and handed it over (a check for nine-hundred ninety-nine dollars, just a dollar less to spite the stranger) as he deftly snatched the chicken from her hands in exchange. “It’s cheating because I didn’t get to observe someone else screw up on this hell machine first. You see, I might have the prize but my ego is damaged.” He pouted, “I did really want to win at that thing.”

“Well try not to suck next time.” Marilyn said with a smirk as she pocketed the check. “Is that for a niece or nephew or something? Your kid? I can’t imagine why a grown man would want it.”

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Iggy blinked as if eventually he might open his eyes and not owe a stranger a hundred dollars over a stupid bet. “Wow,” was all he could say, staring at the other with pure wonder. Wordlessly, he pulled his mini-checkbook out of his pocket. “Who do I make this out to? And for the record, I’d just like to say that I loosened it up for you. Or you cheated. There’s no way I just dumped all my cash into that thing and you just got it out on the first try you…you’re an alien,” he said seriously, “that’s it. That’s the only explanation.”

“Marilyn Mansfield, spelt exactly as it sounds.” Her grin gets wider as he gets out the checkbook and she can feel her ego swelling at his praise. “First of all you can’t ‘loosen up’ a crane machine, it doesn’t work that way. Second of all, if you call observing another person’s fuck ups and not following them cheating then I guess I cheated.”

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“I’m thinking that you should work on your technique big guy.” Marilyn said, not even bothering to hide her smirk. “What happened? Big mouth pissed off the wrong guy?” She took another look at his bruises. “Or guys, whichever it was.”

“ will you please stop staring at me . it’s really not that bad. “  he told as he pressed the button for his floor.  clayton didn’t even make eye contact with the person next to him. he had already knew that they were staring at the black eye he had , the bruises present , and the busted lip.  he turned his head quickly and glared at them. “ also whatever your thinking , say it to my face. “ he said bitterly as he was not having the best day.  clayton had just lost his match and five hundred dollars. 

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igglin:

“Like you could do better,” he scoffed, taking the money offered to him and giving the game another go. Just like the other dozen or so times, the hook couldn’t quite grab the plush he was eyeing. “Fuck!” he yelled again, snapping at the person who’d gave him the money. “Hundred dollars.” he said, “Ill write you a check right now if you can get me the weird chicken with half an eye and a discolored wing.”

When Marilyn was a little girl, she would’ve jumped at the chance to make an easy hundred. Nothing much had really changed in that regard. “Hold my drink.” She shoved her milkshake into his hands and put more money into the machine. “Watch and learn.” She maneuvered the crane along the ceiling of the glass container, stopping when it was directly above the chicken. She watched the claw slowly descended, it’s metallic appendages brushing against the toy.

She felt her breath catch in her throat.

The claw rose, holding the chicken by the throat. “Fuck yeah!” Marilyn said, watching with genuine glee as the claw dropped the chicken into the hole that would take it down to the hatch. She fished it out and held it up, her face a perfect display of smugness. “Write it up rich boy.” She said.

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loufcque:

BROWS  RAISED  AND  THE  GLASSES  THAT  WERE  loosely  perched  up  on  the  bridge  of  her  nose  slid  down.  selina  removed  them  and  threw  them  into  the  CONTENTS  of  her  bag  —  weighing  roughly  the  same  size  as  a  BOWLING  BALL  bag.  she  looked  at  the  young  woman  beside  her,  eyes  trailing  down  to  the  doodle  on  her  hand.  ❝  wouldn’t  that  give  you  BLOOD  poising  or  is  that  an  old  wives  tale  ??  ❞  she  questioned,  her  finger  pointing  at  the  doodle  on  her  hand.    ❝ oh  yeah  !!  ❞  she  responded  proudly,   ❝  pushed  out  two  twins  in  2000  and  took  my  sister’s  little  RUGRAT  in  too.  they’re  real  fucking  annoying  but  i  love  ‘em.  ❞  

Marilyn looked back down at her doodles. “Pretty sure it is just an old wive’s tale but hey, if that’s how I go out that’s how I go out.” She shrugged again. “There are worse ways to die.” Upon hearing about the kids Marilyn grimaces slightly. “Yikes, twins? God I can’t even picture myself looking after one kid. Uh, congrats I guess.”

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There was nothing Marilyn enjoyed more than watching people rage quit, especially if they looked as fancy as this guy. She continued to suck on the straw of her milkshake as she watched, only reacting by raising a brow when he turned to look at her. “Foiled by the crane machine huh?” A small smirk crept onto her face. She fished a twenty out of her wallet and handed it over. “Go nuts dude.” She said, disguising her eagerness for drama, no matter how small, as genuine charity.

There were few things Iggy hated to do, but asking for money was one of them. It wasn’t something that he ever had to do often–except now. As he stood there, empty pockets and a lot of hatred for the crane machine that had taken all his money. “Hey!” he yelled, “fuck you too!” He kicked at the machine before noticing someone nearby. “Shit, sorry, I was talking to the machine.” He paused. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have like twenty bucks on you? It’s for a good cause, I swear.”

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“That is precisely why I make my own coffee.” Marilyn said, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smirk. “Don’t bother asking me about all that shit man, I have kept myself far away from those kinds of food trends.”

“i can never truly get used to los angeles.” he ponders while the other approaches. gabriel punches the button for his floor & takes a look at his companion, then cracks an honest smile. “i went out for coffee this morning, and my order is usually plain, black coffee, right? so the barista, a twelve year-old looking girl who was chewing gum at eight a.m. looks at me and asks me if i want molecular coffee. i mean, what the fuck is even that? i just… am i too old or?”

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me: why do Bad Things happen to me

me, remembering im a fundamentally horrible person: ah.....yes,..

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Your father didn’t love you , so you assume no one else would either.

Caroline Forbes (via ashesofcaptivity)

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tag dump

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Marilyn raised an eyebrow as she continued to doodle on her hand, only bothering to raise a single shoulder to shrug. “I wouldn’t know, I don’t have kids.” She said. “But hey, if you say so.” She gives the woman another look, feeling vaguely like she has seen her around the complex before. “Judging by the fact you said ‘they’ I’m guessing you got more kids?”

THE  HEELS  ADDED  A  FEW  INCHES  TO  AID  her  petite  frame,  the  brunette  came  funneling  into  the  apartment  building  with  her  son  not  too  far  behind.  ❝  driving  out  there  like  it’s  goddamn  FAST  AND  FURIOUS  three  hundred  and  fucking  five  !!  that’s  all  vin  diesel  has  left  honey,  be  GENEROUS.  ❞  selina  joked,  lifting  her  son’s  chin  to  CATCH  the  smile  on  his  face.   ❝  real  funny,  huh  ??  now  go  tell  your  dad  how  you  ALMOST  killed  me.  ❞  giving  him  a  SMOOCH !!  on  his  cheek  the  older  woman  exhaled  a  breath  as  both  hands  fell  onto  her  hips.  watching  as  her  son  returned  to  their  apartment  she  looked  at  the  person  beside  her.   ❝  they  grow  up  to  become  REAL  thorns  just  straight  up  my  ass  you  know  ??  ❞

GENERAL STARTER / TYPE: OPEN TIME: AFTERNOON, OCT. 20TH ↷ LOCATION: WISTERIA'S LOBBY

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i have a wc page up so if u need any ideas for connections/plots feel free to check it out!!!

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also just so yall know i wont be on the discord for another like four hours or so cause im using a school comp rip but once im home i’ll be all over it!! until then just contact me via IMs!

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━━━ kat dennings, 30, demigirl ↷ marilyn mansfield has been living in wisteria apartments as an illustrator for one week. during that time she/they has/have earned the reputation of the beauty queen in tears. it makes sense you know, they can be clingy and emotional. but let’s not forget they’re pretty kind and artistic. ( level one & #203 ) ( cody/mangle, twenty, they/them, gmt+13:00 ) 

hey guys! im cody and this is my burnt cinnamon roll marilyn lmao! gonna have all her info under the cut!!

marilyn grew up in boston and her dad was one of those deadbeat dads who ghosted as soon as her mum got pregnant but she decided to stick with it and raise her child and voila marilyn!!

she grew up pretty poor and even tho she knew her mum loved her and did her best, she always wanted more. namely, her dad.

daddy issues out the wazoo here

marilyn knew she wanted to be an artist since she was young so when she was accepted into art school she was so dang happy!!!

until she saw the fees lmao

not wanting to be stuck with student loans she pretty much immediately set out to get a job and ended up becoming a fetish model (how did she get from point a to point b? dont ask me i havent figured it out yet rip)

anyways she studied illustration and graphic design and now she’s a professional illustrator yay!!

she moved to l.a. for work and she still calls her mum every day bless.

during her time as a fetish model she was introduced to john willie’s work and she has two tattoos inspired by his work. she has this on her left shoulder and this on her right leg