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                OUT.     okay    so    !     i’ve    been   thinking   about   this    &&    i’ve    decided    that    i’m   moving   blogs.    my    tags   would   no   longer   work    &&   i   couldn’t    figure    out   who    had   deactivated   /    who   had   moved.   THIS    being   said    HERE   !   is   where   you   can    follow    again   !    i’m    keeping   ALL   threads   &&   starting    afresh   with    my   inbox.    if   you   decide    not    to   follow  ??    no    hard     feelings   at   all   (   anything   to   feel    comfortable   ).  

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                OUT.     okay    so    !     i’ve    been   thinking   about   this    &&    i’ve    decided    that    i’m   moving   blogs.    my    tags   would   no   longer   work    &&   i   couldn’t    figure    out   who    had   deactivated   /    who   had   moved.   THIS    being   said    HERE   !   is   where   you   can    follow    again   !    i’m    keeping   ALL   threads   &&   starting    afresh   with    my   inbox.    if   you   decide    not    to   follow  ??    no    hard     feelings   at   all   (   anything   to   feel    comfortable   ).  

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                OUT.     okay    so    !     i’ve    been   thinking   about   this    &&    i’ve    decided    that    i’m   moving   blogs.    my    tags   would   no   longer   work    &&   i   couldn’t    figure    out   who    had   deactivated   /    who   had   moved.   THIS    being   said    HERE   !   is   where   you   can    follow    again   !    i’m    keeping   ALL   threads   &&   starting    afresh   with    my   inbox.    if   you   decide    not    to   follow  ??    no    hard     feelings   at   all   (   anything   to   feel    comfortable   ).  

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… I could have been anyone’s ghost, but I wanted to be yours. I had to be yours.

— Caitlyn Siehl, from “Haunting,” What We Buried

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a whole mood / verse vibe. 

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roseguided    .

          HANDS WORD CAREFULLY IN TENDING TO HIS INJURIES , brows furrow in concentration as rag , to which is dampened with water && blood alike , is dabbed against broken skin  && purple bruise along cheek━imprint the unmistakable shape of a fist !    ❝ jesus , ❞  whispered lucille ,  body leaning forward slightly so that she could get another look at the damage . . make sure nothing was missed before cream && band-aid could be applied.        ❝what the hell’s goin’ on around here  lately ?   i turned on the news this mornin’  && they were saying something about some virus , a OUTBREAK , that started in . . uh, in . . ❞   pause happens as the woman attempted tp pick her brain for what had been said earlier━back leaned against chair for a moment in thought before it snapped back into words. ❝ oh!  in europe. ❞  she’d exclaimed the moment it came to mind , ❝said dead people were . . rising from the dead shortly after being killed.   eatin’ people of all things. ❞   ;      was this the END everyone hinted at?  had humanity finally outdone itself && caused it’s own end . . it sure did sound like the outbreaks you read about in fiction books or seen in movies && television.   the sight of blood && torn bodies , though , seemed a lot more real && were far more  JARRING  then any movie or book.   (  apart of her didn’t deny what she saw on the news , the stories , but the other part of her was SCARED to realize what it meant━scared to even think that this was real.  what were they gonna do?  )   ❝you think it’s real? ❞  asked the woman with a arched brow while hands continued tending to her friend.  a cold , white cream is tenderly pressed into cut , a moment is had before band-aid is peeled open && placed over torn skin.   medical supplies are closed , placed back on her shelf.

                                               IT’S  REAL.  As  real  as  the  blood  that  darkens  cloth,  and  the  bruises  that  swell  upon  face.  Something  that  the  American  people  had  WANTED  to  hide  from,  the  truth  always  hurts  doesn’t  it  ?  Jackson  keeps  still  as  her  skilled  hands  tend  to  bruises,  and  he  listens  to  her  words.  Words  that  he  had  heard  months  earlier,  words  that  his      EX  -  WIFE     had  muttered  as  they  stared  at  the  screen,  and  watched  some  French  news  reporter  go  on  about  some     OBSCURE     French  countryside  that  had  been  stricken  with  some  apparent  plague.  Time  seemed  to  stop  as  the  moment  permanently  ingrained  itself  in  memory,  and  he  TRIED  to  do  what  he  thought  was  right.  Yet  ?  There  had  been  a  flaw,  plan  had  fallen  apart,  and  here  he  is  now.  A  temporary  stop  in  his  journey  to  find  out  what  had  TRULY  happened  to  the  remaining  members  of  his  family.  

                                   “  Sure  seems  fuckin’  real  enough  doesn’t  it  ?  . . . ” drifts  off  as  head  rests  against  a  nearby  wall,  and  eyes  close.  “  Y’know  people  were  fuckin’  petrified  of  it  bein’  true  ——  there  were  news  reports  a  couple  months  ago  hinting  that  shit  was  OFF  but,  no  one  listened.  What  did  we  do  ?  ”  SIGH  breaks  wording  as  a  low  chuckle  can  be  heard,  “  we  didn’t  believe  . . .  people  said  it’d  never  reach  overseas       ” CUTS  himself  off  again  as  eyes  open  and  he  peers  in  her  direction.  “  Now  look  at  us,  actin’  like  a  chicken  with  its  head  cut  off.  ”  ADMITTEDLY,  she  doesn’t  know  much  about  Jackson  -------  what  she  knows  is  a  fake  name  along  with  a  backstory  that  seemed  convincing  enough.  

                                      He  had  been  careful,  never  allowed  himself  to  slip  up  nor  get  too  caught  up  in  details.  What  he  gave  ? Was  a  semblance  of  HIS  truth.  Said  he  had  been  deserted  by  family,  and  had  been  trying  to  FIND  HIS  WAY  HOME.  “  You’re  gonna  want  to  start  takin’  inventory  of  those.  ”  Head  shifting  as  he  looks  slightly  upwards.  “  People  will  start  takin’  shit  after  they  raid  the  hospitals.  ”    

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“Escape them.”

— Franz Kafka, from a diary entry wr. c. February 1917 featured in “Diaries,”

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floredia      .

‘    𝐡𝐨𝐰'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧?    ’        a warm smile,        her hands on the front of his waist for a brief moment as she pressed a quick kiss to his stubbled cheek.        brooke had been in town for a while,        𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 and she liquidated it in order to pay back those her mother had royally screwed over,        charming was a fresh start for her after all these years.        ‘    and wendy…        i heard she’s not in the best place right now.        𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝––––        take the weight off you somehow.    ’        she was leaning against the back of the chair now,        arms wrapped loosely around her own waist.        jax was someone who was primitive to realising that she deserved better.        𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭.        that she was brooke penelope davis and she deserved someone who would move mountains.        ‘    are you doing okay?    ’

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                             “  I’m  fine.  ”  A  phrase  that  he  had  practically  memorized  since  the  age  of  nine,  a  phrase  that  at  this  rate  ?       He  was  getting  tired  of  saying.       The  kiss  to  cheek  confusing  as  Jackson  goes  to  quickly  clear  throat.  “  I’m  fine  really  ——  Abel  ?  He’ll  be  okay . . .  born  premature  but,  he’s  got  that  Teller  constitution.  That  whole  thing  of  lookin’  death  in  the  eye,  and  bein’  stubborn  about  it.  ”  Brow  furrows  as  he  then  shakes  head.  “  Nah  there’s  no  burden  to  be  taken  Brooke  . . .  you’ve  got  your  own  shit  anyways.  ”      TENTATIVE     about  being  with  her   ,  and  he  knows  that  he  isn’t     EXACTLY     in  the  right  frame  of  mind  to  be     WITH     someone.  He’s  done  this  in  the  past,  and  it  ended  up  in  heartache.  Quick  to  change  the  topic  of  conversation  as  he  looks  at  her,  “  How’re  you  doin’  . . .  heard  you  had  to  sell                 I’m  SORRY  about that.  Looks  like  we’ve  BOTH  got  our  shit  to  sort  out  huh  ?  ”  

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me archiving && moving this blog ??? more likely than ya think.

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Most of the time I just keep to myself. I think like what it would be like to be… someone else.

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Reblog this and tag your insecurities as a roleplayer.

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The Jax’s walk (again.)