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     IT HAD BEEN two whole months since emmett stepped foot in his trailer. the whole ordeal had been surreal ⎯ from stepping foot from the plane back to america to walking the streets of los angeles. camera flashes would blind him with every move he made, so the privacy of the closed studios was something he greatly appreciated. however, he was taken aback when he noticed somebody already in his mostly-empty trailer. “ oh, uh. hi, ” he greeted awkwardly. 

     IT’S LIKE a movie moment when rory hears someone enter his trailer. in all honesty, he’s not expecting it, though he’s not fazed, either. it’s especially weird considering he’s completely nude ( why rory insists on spending his free time being.. free is another question entirely ) but he does nothing but greet the other with a brilliant smile, pearly whites on display. “ hey! ” he replies cheerfully. “ can i help you? shit, am i late for something? i tried writing my schedule on my hand today but.. ” rory lifts up his arm as if to demonstrate. “ –– washed off in the shower. ”

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       “ OH, FUCK. ” is all he manages as he holds his ear to althea’s mouth, fingers pressing into the crook of her neck. “ jesus christ, don’t be dead. ” it all happens so fast that he barely knows what to do, just instinctively throws himself over her and laces his fingers together to start compressions on her chest. “ if you die, this will be massively fucking traumatizing for me, althea. so you better get it the fuck together. ” it feels like hours that he does it, blowing oxygen into her mouth and pressing at her heart but he doesn’t let up –– there’s no way he’s stopping, not until someone pries him off to fix it themselves. he’s definitely not going to let her die, that’s for sure. @althva

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imsg| rory.

DEREK: that doesn't sound pleasant

DEREK: alive and the only one with knowledge of snack whereabouts. really don't wanna make enemies so i might be nice just this once and share.

DEREK: although i kinda feel like a pin could drop and everyone would hear it. it's so quiet.

RORY : heidi won't shut the fuck up here so peace and quiet sounds nice

RORY : can't believe i banged her

RORY : actually lol yes i can

RORY : you got food??? the fuck????

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 a small part of althea wants to find humor in their situation, but if she does she doesn’t show it, outwardly sighing instead as she reaches up to gingerly lift his larger hand aside for a better look at the cut. the pressure he’s been applying to it with his hands seems to have helped some and she’s grateful. she figures she’s seen about enough of rory’s blood at this point to last her a lifetime. ❛ red’s really not your color, y’know, ❜ she tells him offhandedly — her own way of acknowledging that night in the laundromat — eyebrows knitting together as she shuffles through the kit in search of gauze and an alcohol swab to clean his cut with. ❛ if it doesn’t, i’ll find a way to shut it off myself. ❜

       OF COURSE rory still can’t get her to crack a smile –– it’s nothing new regarding their encounters. “ think i look quite good in red. seems fitting for me. ” a vibrant and passionate colour, it only makes sense. green eyes dart to her hands that search the first air kit and he leans back against the wall, sighing. it’s still a bit of shell shock, all things considered. there could be a hell of a lot of dead and injured around, and here they were complaining about the alarm. “ d’you think it’s bad out there? ”

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imsg| rory.

DEREK: i've been trying to send this for ten minutes and it finally got through thank fuck

DEREK: how're you holding up?

RORY : i know the service is fucking bullshit

RORY : i'm fine besides a minor head laceration

RORY : what about you? alive clearly?

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❛ i said: are you hurt? ❜ althea repeated, mouthing the words a bit more slowly than she had before. she’d been growing impatient and increasingly annoyed by the octaves she’d needed to raise her voice over the alarms still blaring over the dance studio, sighing as she held the small first aid kit up for the other to see. bringing her fingertips to gently rub at her temples, she frowned. ❛ there has to be a way to shut the alarms off. i’m five minutes away from losing it. ❜

      HE’S GOT a hand pressed to the cut on his forehead –– it’s not too deep, but it’s bleeding a lot. “ sort of, not really. just bloody. again. ” he doesn’t even have the heart to snort because the whole thing is a little too much to process. he’s used to noise – hell, he makes it – but she’s right. it is only making things more nerve-wracking. “ maybe the building with the alarm system will go down next? ” 

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Nathan couldn’t do anything but sit there for a long few moments, gripping onto the leg of the table that he’d wriggled himself under. His knuckles were white and he only registered Rory’s voice a moment later. “Never felt one at all.” He spoke after clearing his throat, moth dry with anxiety and fear. “I uhm.. Have you been through many? Earthquakes, that is.”

        “ REALLY? i’ve been through a couple ones, extremely minor though. ” he’s trying to stay calm, his voice casual though there’s most definitely an edge to it. things are coming undone – minor things, but even so, rory’s winces when he hears the crashing. “ nothing like this, of course. fuck. do you think this roof is secure? should we get under something? ”

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Atticus’s eyes widen as he feels the ground begin to shake beneath his feet. The only way he can think of describing the sound is like thunder, except magnified since it’s directly beneath their feet. He glances around the faces nearby, admittedly bewildered. It isn’t like earthquakes are a regular occurrence in England. “Bloody hell,” he whispers to himself, mimicking the actions of some of the others and taking a seat somewhere that looks reasonably out of danger. “I can’t say I’ve ever felt one before. I take it you have?”

       “ I GREW UP here, so yeah, but not one like this. this is fucked. ” yeah he’s experience some small tremors here and there, but he’s never been around for one that caused severe damage. he can hear the wreckage already as things begin to fall apart, moving back instinctively when a light fixture comes crashing down. “ should we stay here? where the fuck do we hide? ”

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Memphis, her back pressed against the wall, glanced down at the voice before crossing her arms over her chest. “You think we’re officially floating off into the ocean by now?”

      “ SURE hope not; we haven’t any food. more important, though, we don’t have any booze. ” his fingers slip up to touch at his forehead which is warm and wet, pulling back to see red. it’s superficial, luckily, and he’s hurt himself way worse before so he’s unfazed. “ think anyone’s dead? ‘cause that’d be fucked –– and i don’t wanna be traumatized. ”

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    “ WHAT in the fucking hell ––– ” it takes rory a second to process before he’s looking around for a relatively safe place to sit himself down, gaze passing over the rest of the others in the dance studio. then upwards, warily, as dry wall flakes off the ceiling and the alarm starts up. “ jesus, never felt one like this. ”

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the male’s entrance into the laundromat is nothing less than a spectacle — from the ringing of the door’s bell to his heavy gait, it’s enough to turn the blonde’s attention from the pages of her tattered copy of wuthering heights to the fresh stains upon his clothing. red. it’s the color of roses and stop signs, but also that of blood — the latter of which he has clung to him with far too much nonchalance. of all the laundromats this idiot had to waltz into, it had to be hers? she’d timed it perfectly too. two am at the twenty four hour laundromat was empty and her hour of quiet solace and he was ruining that. rory wheeler. she’d seen his profile in enough grocery store checkout lines to manage the recognition. ❛ is that the one where the five foot three blonde threatens to kick the guy’s ass if he dare try invading her personal space? i don’t believe she had a kink for potential murderers either…maybe you should take yourself and your 48 Hours evidence and try the laundromat a block down. ❜

      “ YOU can’t be talking about me? no, definitely not. ” he fake glances over his shoulder with a snort, running a hand through his hair to pull it from his face as he squats to adjust the clothes in the laundry machine. “ i don’t invade space unless i’m asked. i’m not that creepy –– your five foot three blonde self can settle down. ” it’s not malicious by any means. his eyes are focused and he nods when he’s satisfied, kicking closed the door and twisting the dial. “ s’too late, my 48 hours evidence is already being washed. and you’re an accomplice now. ” unaffected, he leans back against the machine, hands resting on the ledge as he pulls himself up to sit. “ i didn’t murder anyone. i mean, not yet anyway, but you know how the justin bieber song goes –– never say never. i’m afraid you aren’t getting rid of me. i mean, it wouldn’t be the first time i’ve gone down the road in nothing but my underwear, but i think i’d like to avoid it if possible. ”

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“Sorry.” Derek apologizes, his expression softening a bit as he gazed toward the other person.  He gestures to his phone sheepishly.  “It was my sister.  We don’t really get to talk much these days.  Kinda sucks.”  It’s probably normal to feel a little homesick now and then, but he can’t shake the feeling that he’s missing a vital part of his sister’s life–even if he’d rather just see it for himself and leave their parents to fuck off.  “Anyway,”  He continues, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and offering one, “you were sayin’?”

     “ NO worries, ” of course he misses his brother ( even if the idiot is only a bit of a drive away ) but there’s no way in hell his conversations with emmett are so sweet. in fact, last time emmett called it was to tell rory he looked ugly that day, despite the fact that they’re twins and emmett hadn’t even seen him. ah, siblings. “ must suck. when i was touring, my brother and i barely saw each other. s’shitty. you can’t like, visit her or something? ” he shouldn’t smoke –– he quit a while ago –– but fuck it. he grabs one and puts it between his lips, patting his pockets for a lighter before answering, words slightly muffled. “ i was just asking how thorough people are with like, cleaning around here. ‘cause i totally puked in a potted plant this morning in between takes and i’m weighing the pros and cons of someone finding that. ”

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      “ WHAT? have i got something on my face? ” rory quirks a brow, confused though a smile still plays on his mouth. without another thought, he crosses his arms and clutches his fingers to the fabric of his shirt to pull it up and over his head, tossing it into the laundry machine and doing the same with his jeans. “ on the plus side, now you aren’t the only one in your underwear. might be fate, though –– in any movie, we’re about five minutes away from fucking on one of the dryers here. ” @althva

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Oliver lifted one hand to flip Rory off but he couldn’t help but laugh as he did, no malice behind the gesture. “Hey, it’s a good thing you’re rich and can buy your own damn schnapps. Or replace the one I drank.” He dropped the empty bottle with a dissatisfied huff and leaned back. “I’m broke as fuck right now, man.” He admitted.

      THE gesture pulls a peal of laughter from rory, who can’t help but follow it up with a strange look. “ ew, the fuck? broke? how? why? don’t tell me zenith is cheaping out on you, my dude. ” truth be told he was making significantly less than he used to, but the amount he’d raked in from his music career meant he hardly had to worry about it. 

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“ THAT’S  a  mental  image  i  really  didn’t  need  —  you’re  probably  right  about  the  whole  good  influence  thing  though.  as  much  as  i  hate  to  admit  it.”  how  times  had  changed.  in  the  past,  destiny  would’ve  been  all  over  that  whole  ‘no  regrets’  mentality.  “yeah  she  was.  drinking,  partying.  i  got  arrested  for  assault  once  because  i  threw  a  rear  view  mirror   at  a  girl  i  knew.”  such  a  good  role  model  for  her  daughter.  “ BUT  all  good  things  must  come  to  an  end.  like  a  uhh  roll  of  tape?  or  some  better  metaphour  that  i’m  not  cool  enough  to  think of. ”

      “ HEY that’s the spirit! ” rory cheers, reaching out for a high-five because, well, encouraging violence was just so typical of him. “ fuck yeah. getting arrested is an experience, isn’t it? a fucking rear view mirror? that’s awesome. did you knock her out? i hope someone was there to yell worldstar. ”

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“that’s a point. y’know, judgement aside, somehow i don’t think it’d look great on my résumé if i got the entire studio possessed because i wouldn’t make a phone call. even with three ghostbusters films worth of knowledge, i don’t think any of us could actually solve that kind of problem.”

     “ IN these situations, i’d like to say better safe than sorry. although, then again, we’d make a fuckton of money if we let it play out and invested in a couple of go-pros. ”