#MR RING RINGGGGG /POS

[mute-call]

@curseofbreadbear said: ❝ I just can’t deal with this. ❞ -jeremy for mr ring ring FJSJFJ;;; dude if i still wrote my old interpretation for mike it'd be over for him

You're killing me here, Jeremy, is what Steven wants to say. He's already switched over the last night guard, and he can't keep swapping people off the night shift every time someone complains; he knows it's not the best job around, but someone has to do it.

Instead, he manages a shaky, strained smile, nudging at his glasses to buy himself another half-second to plan his response.

"I know it's been, uh... hard to adjust, but you really don't have anything to worry about. You've been following my instructions, right? And look at you! You're doing great!"

There's a slight tinge of desperation to Bell's voice. The company can't afford for their new hire to quit on the spot, but there's also not much that Steven can personally do to address the boy's complaints. These things typically sort themselves out, anyway; Fitzgerald just has to stick it through like everyone else.

"Okay, okay. Run me through it one more time. The animatronics wandered in, you used the mask, and they left, right? I--I'm sorry, Jeremy, but I don't really see what the problem is."

[briannaprisca-blog]

Young God Chapter One

(Heath Ledger Joker x OC) (Will not follow the Dark Knight movie at all) 

Eh EH EH EH EH EH 

My alarm blared into my ears as I tried opening my crusted over eyes. 

I never woke up with a beautiful head of hair or eyes that were a brilliant blue.

It was never like the movies and after smacking my alarm as hard as I could, I glanced at the mirror beside my bed to see that yep, I was right. 

The sun was barely awake, but you could see it waking up, trying to beam through the buildings and my curtains annoyingly enough. 

“Okay, jog with Angela, come back to write that piece on Zero Waste for work, get coffee, and shit...”, talking to myself as I walked in the old Nirvana T-Shirt and black underwear hoping I could somehow forget how cold it was every morning, especially since installing hardwood floors. 

I patted my horribly pale and cold feet down the hallway and into my very blue bathroom. 

I grimaced whenever I looked up at myself, deciding it would be a shame if you met your soulmate today looking like a damn hobo. 

My black hair that was usually straight and touching my waist, was in a frazzled curly mess that seemed to stick up everywhere. 

I don’t want to straighten my hair. And I don’t wanna go jogging this morning.

It was something I always said to myself, while I turned the faucet on, and started brushing my teeth 

I’ll shove it up in a bun. Just this morning. 

Flipping my hair over, I tied it in a messier mess, and laughed in pain as I hit my head on the sink 

“Real nice Lydia, Really fucking nice, you donut.” 

And after putting the 5-HTP vitamins back in the medicine cabinet, I caught my eye on my wrist. 

Jack Napier  was written in a weird cursive pattern that I’ve never seen anyone use.

My lips curled up in a mile thinking about him. 

“Love you, J.” I whispered into my wrist as if he could feel it and kissed the beautiful lettering, like I always did. 

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“Don’t you ever think about dating?”, Angela asked me. She’d been doing that a lot lately, mostly because she thought it was concerning I’d talk to my wrist sometimes as if he’d actually hear me. 

“Nope.”, popping the ‘P’ and pretending I wasn’t almost out of breath after we just went up a big hill while sprinting and we haven’t stopped jogging after that. 

I looked over as Angela’s blonde hair whipped her in the face and squinted when the sun burned my fucking corneas. She was scrunching her face up and I couldn’t tell if she was annoyed with me or the fact that for the first time in weeks, the sun was brightly fucking with us today. 

She stopped suddenly, making me stumble as I stopped my shaking feet. 

“Do you- lord. Do you ever think maybe you’ll never find your soulmate?” She asked, attempting to catch her breath. 

I leaned over, wiping the sweat off my forehead, thinking for a moment. Avoiding eye contact with the sun, I looked up at her. 

“Sometimes. Sometimes I think I’ll never find him and I’ll die alone.”

“But...there’s other people who won’t have soulmates.”

“Yeah, I know. But I love him. I’m in love with him and I wouldn’t think of anyone else to be with.” 

Angela’s face stayed scrunched, but after a moment she stood up straight, and smiled at be jokingly. 

“Can you tell me his name then?” 

“Nope”

“Oh, come on you looooove him, show him off!”

“I’ve never told anyone his name and I never will!” 

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The sun stayed shining for a minimum of two hours before the clouds of Seattle claimed their rightful spot again. 

Typing the last few sentences on my laptop for work, I decided it would be best if I just got some rest before I passed out again. 

I closed the grey laptop and crawled into bed. 

Folding my arms into an ‘X’ across my chest, I kissed my left wrist once, before drifting off to sleep. 

“Goodnight Jack.” 

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Rinnnnng Ringgggg Ringgnggggg Rinnnnnnng

Groggily opening my eyes, I looked into my usual dark room to see that my phone was lighting up on the desk on my nightstand. 

“What the fuck?”

I sat up quickly realizing it’s not close to 4 A.M. after seeing the angry numbers in red on my alarm clock. 

Picking up the phone hastily and clumsily almost ignoring the call, I looked to see it was Ruelle City Police Department. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Ruelle was a town in California, and I haven’t been there in forever. 

“Hello?”

After a few seconds of silence, I heard a deep, male voice come through.  “Hello, is this Lydia Wayne?” 

Sitting up on the side of the bed and shivering to the cold floor, I answered. “Yes, this is she?” 

“Ms. Wayne, 7 years ago you filed a restraining order against a Michael Perino, correct?” 

I felt dizzy, but I stood up. The wind knocked out of me and I could see my face in the mirror beside my bed mirror only horror and a pale washed out look. 

“Yes. Yes, I did. Why are you asking?” 

“Well, you see Ms. Wayne, Mr. Perino was released yesterday, and on his list of people to contact that he’s been released is your name at the top. We would also like to tell you that he did threaten and stress that he was going to see you, as we always ask where are released prisoners are off to, but we didn’t think anything of it. But this morning, his card was seen to have activity buying a bus ticket to Seattle, and we felt the need to tell you for common protocol. Now, you can let us call Seattle po-” 

I dropped the phone from my grasp and felt my breathing become increasingly shallow. 

no no no no no no no

“This isn’t happening, Lydia. No. No” 

I fell to the cold floor and curled up in a ball of unshed tears. 

So many thoughts were bouncing in my mind and I couldn’t think straight. 

Nausea lifted itself into my throat and I knew I’d get sick if I didn’t calm down. 

“Okay, come on. Come on get it together!” I whispered to myself and slapped my cheek. 

I got up, grabbing my phone, and running to the closet for my suitcase I never use. 

Grabbing clothes, my toothbrush, brush, and anything I could fit in the compact sized suitcase was hard, but I made due. I was freaking out and I could feel my heart racing like it’s never done before. 

Last but not least I grabbed a shiny, silver necklace that laid on the top of my mirror for safe keeping. 

It was custom-made and would changed from silver to light purple in the light. It has a single ‘J’ on it. 

Grabbing the suitcase, kissing my left wrist, and locking the door, I ran out of my apartment faster than I ever have before. 

And while I hailed a cab to the airport, I dialed a number I rarely ever used.

It was picked up on the second ring. 

“Hello?” The voice came through. 

“Bruce, I’m in trouble. I need a place to stay in Gotham for a while an-”

“Yeah, Shasta, anything for you. Just call me when you arrive and if you need me to pay for anything, please ask.” 

“Thank you, Brucey.” 

“Always, Sis.” 

And just like that, the conversation was over.