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tidewashed:

Today seemed to be like the unluckiest day for Ariel. A dog had chased her around the park in circles earlier, and she wasn’t sure if it was because of her steak sandwich or because someone had forgotten the pooch. She’d tried to befriend it so she could see the tag, but it just went speeding after her, barking and looking at her like she was its next meal. She’d just gotten away from the dog when she bumped into Madden, making her trip over her feet and fall onto the ground.

“No, no, that’s totally my fault,” she whispered, getting up. Offering a hand out to him, she chuckled. “Some dog was chasing me and I had to run like hell to lose it.”

 Madden took the hand offered and tried not to laugh himself as he stood up. He told himself to save it for when he found out what sort of dog it was. “What kind of dog was it? Rottweiler? German shepherd?” Absently, he rolled out the arm he’d hit, thankful he wasn’t hurting more.

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mypetersbvrg:

Similarly, dmitri had never skateboarded before. he’d learn to ride a bike and a motorcycle, but never a skateboard. it seemed fun, but it terrified him at the same time. it looked unstable, and that he couldn’t deal with. that, at least in his eyes, didn’t stop him from making fun of the people who tried and – as the russian saying went – “mangled the firewood”. 

    laughter left his mouth as soon as the other man hit the ground. he wasn’t even upset. “ why are you apologizing ?  that was fucking hilarious. ” dmitri asked in between chuckles. 

 Madden heard laughter and couldn’t help but wonder if this laughter was with or against him. Years of getting laughs for one reason or another made it quite hard to tell. Quickly, he picked himself up, uninjured. “Well, I thought it was going to hit you. But you seem to be fine.”

 As Madden spoke, he hopped back on the board and pushed off, attempting another turn. This one was successful. “Ohh. There it is.”

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maliafieri:

Malia had been walking around town, getting some things done. She had a few shopping bags in her hands as she was rounding a corner and that was when someone fell to ground in front of her. She spotted the long board and placed her foot on it, keeping it from rolling away into the street. “Learning how to skate, are we?”

 Madden offered an easy grin, his preferred facial expression. “Yes. Turning is harder than I thought it was going to be.” And with the turning giving him such problems, he didn’t know how hard tricks might be. He’d have to keep up practice. “Sorry for almost tripping you,” he added as he moved to grab the board.

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 Madden had found a long board. Not much past that needed to be said, because he’d found a long board and he was determined to use it. Had he skateboarded before? No. Was that stopping him? Also no. The man quickly learned, though, that turns were hard. He found that out when he had to bail before running into someone.

 “Sorry!” he called from his new spot on the ground.

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jamesjhook:

Hook pulled his lighter out of his pocket and started rolling it over in his hand absentmindedly. As the other man spoke, he tilted his head to the side and examined his hand. “I mean yeah it’s not broken anymore. Time’ll do that. Unfortunately the same can’t be said for my finger.|

 Madden shrugged. “Well, you can’t fix everything. Sad the pirate ship is gone, I thought it suited you rather well.” Of course, that was only because of the weird way he saw people, but it still counted.

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 Madden had taken to wandering. No goal in particular, he just needed to look at things and get out of his room. Currently on the steps, he saw someone that he hadn’t seen in a while. The Pirate Hook. Except there was something different. “Your arm got better,” he remarked, moving past him easily and turning around at the next landing.

The Halloween party had left Hook on edge. There was something about his ex being accused of a murder, even if it was fake, that had made him act a little differently. Because that’s apparently what happens when your life is put into a weird perspective. So, James found himself sitting outside of his dorm room. He was sitting to the side on the steps, just enough so that he was out of anyone’s way, when someone came up behind him. “Move along. There’s enough room unless you’re the size of an elephant,” he waved his hand in the air.

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tinkerbellanger:

Tink nodded and peered out at lake in front of where they were sitting. He was right - it was really pretty here. The difference between the hustle and bustle of New York compared to the Californian atmosphere was something that Tink was still getting used to, but she was itching to see what there was to offer.

Looking down at his sketchbook as a verbal response to his mention of art, Tink positioned her head to get a better look at the page. “Are flowers your favorite thing to draw or are they just your muse right now?” she asked, turning her head back to face the man.

 “Well, they’re just what’s speaking to me right now. I don’t have an official muse ever. Everything should be drawn once, and it’s the garden’s turn this golden afternoon.”  He grinned as he added a face to one of the little flowers. She was a very haughty rose, but she was pretty all the same. “I could draw you, you know. If you’d like.”

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une-belle-livre:

Belle was completely lost now, and wished she had a drink to sip to stall her answer. Instead, she plucked at the grass, trying to think of… well, what to think of the situation. “That… sounds very complicated. Do you see them differently too? Are they animals? Or violent red because of the disagreeing?”

 Madden laughed. “They’re very complicated boys. And no, not really, they’re just...Them. But different. I think it’s harder to see them differently because I’ve known them all my life, but there is something...different there.”

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une-belle-livre:

Belle always thought ‘good’ and ‘bad’ were very subjective concepts, and that people weren’t always inherently ‘good’ or ‘bad’, but she got the sense that Madden had his own definition of the two anyways. She just nodded. “How do you argue about agreeing? They sound really funny, at least,” she smiled, re-arranging her skirt around her. “Do you miss them?”

 Madden chuckled as he thought of a way to explain the twin’s version of ‘arguing about agreeing’. They really were a special case. “I think...I think mostly it’s because they like to make their heads roar? And a part of it is probably that they think they’re saying something else. They word things to a point where even I can’t understand it half the time.”

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tinkerbellanger:

Curiosity crept into Tink, diluting the feeling of almost jealousy that had plagued her prior to this moment. She debated questioning what exactly he meant, but ultimately didn’t think that it was really her business. Instead, Tink inquired more about Astra, “Well, what’s your favorite thing about living here? Is there anything fun that goes on? I’m up for any ideas.”

 Madden thought about the question for a moment. “Well, I like the look the most, I think. It’s very pretty here, everywhere I go.” Of course, that could be just because it was such a drastic change from England, which was where he’d been for twenty five whole years. A change of scenery was powerful. “It’s very good, since I do mostly art stuff.”

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wcrldofmyown:

Alice punched him lightly on the arm. What a sap. “I don’t need anyone to take care of me…” she mumbled, even though she knew that wasn’t true. It was sweet that Madden even wanted that much for her. She didn’t deserve him sometimes. “She won’t hurt me. And if she does, I’ll go to you. Nothing like a pick-me-up for a broken heart, right?”

 “Sure, you might not need it. But it would be nice, wouldn’t it?” He thought so, at least, but that was mostly because nobody had taken care of him in any way for a very long time. Alice needed the help emotionally more than he did, though, because he could at least handle his bad moments without help. “Sure. I wouldn’t know, mine’s never been broken all that badly.”

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tatianasharma:

“Maybe just a bit,” Tatiana replied honestly, holding her thumb and pointer finger a centimeter apart. The man was juggling snacks and a big guitar, even though he probably didn’t mean to, he was taking up quite a bit of space in the aisle. “Do you think you can grab me a peanut butter cup too since you’re right there?”

 Madden chuckled and mumbled an apology, handing out the one he’d just grabbed. “There you are. Sorry about all this, I’m not always this much of a mess.” Sometimes, he was more.

Fuel | Mads + Tatiana

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royalrisen:

Furrowing her eyebrows together, she wasn’t sure she understood what he meant. It was one thing to have a vivid imagination, but another to imagine other people as someone or something other than themselves. It sounded like a superpower, but not one she necessarily wanted. Anya craned her neck to look over at his next drawing, surprise appearing on her face. “Oh, yes, that is a duck in a uniform,” she said, shaking her head. “And this is everyone in Astra? Everyone becomes something else in your mind, and you draw them here?”

 Madden nodded. “Yeah, basically. It’s not just here, either. Like...” He frowned, trying to think. “I can see what’s really there if I want to, but it’s really easy for things to slip in from...Somewhere else, I guess. It’s complicated. Like I know what you’re wearing now, but this drawing is more...The other place.” He felt crazy saying it. He knew he was crazy, he’d known for years. But maybe this wouldn’t get him into any more systems.

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wcrldofmyown:

Alice frowned. “Who would you want me with?” She didn’t really think Madden gave two shits about her love life, but maybe she was wrong. Their relationship itself was…odd. Like everything they did.”It doesn’t matter if we got along or not, I still find myself enchanted by her.”

 Madden thought about it. “Someone who could take care of you,” he finally answered. “Like...help you through your moods but not make you snarky, like I do.” Really, he was an idealist and thought that everyone should just be happy. Heaven knew he wanted to be, but he wasn’t going to be dating any time soon. “Well, maybe not, but I would hope she wouldn’t do anything bad.”

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royalrisen:

Looking over at the man’s drawing, an odd feeling began to wash over her. While the drawing itself was lovely, she couldn’t help but feel… something tugging inside of her. Anya wasn’t quite sure was it was, but it scared her a little bit.

“It’s… very nice, thank you for drawing me,” she said, running her fingers over the page. Confused, she knit her eyebrows together. “If I may ask, why you draw me as a princess? I am not much of princess type.” If anything, she considered herself the complete opposite of one. And of course, she’d dreamed of maybe being a princess one day, but even as a child she knew that was very unlikely to happen. It’s like he pulled the image out of her dreams, and she didn’t know how.

 “No problem,” he answered, giving her a curious look. “I don’t know. There have been a lot of girls here that have ended up as princesses...Things just end up sort of warped...Here, I’ll show you.” Moving to a different section of the page, Madden drew the next person he saw. “See, that guy ended up being an angry duck with a navy uniform. I don’t know why he is, he just...is.” He could draw himself while looking in a mirror, and he’d still end up as a classic mad hatter.

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mypetersbvrg:

“ dandy,”  the brunet returned, a short sigh carrying the word along. it seemed good enough of an answer to him, even though it might not satisfy the other. as tired as he was, dmitri was still able to hear the pencil’s footsteps as it danced around the paper. the artist was not the only one out of the two who’d fallen victim to curiosity; he wanted to see the man’s drawing, interested as to what the canvas might display. “ what are you working on ? ” the russian inquired after clearing his throat, deep down wishing his intrusiveness would not shine through the words.

Madden grinned, able to tell it was a lie, but understanding why he wasn’t admitting to being exhausted or...something. It was alright, he didn’t have to know. “Well, it started with flowers, but seeing as I can see you, you’re in it now,” he answered with a shrug. Flowers with faces and a guy in an old fashioned suit. His mind did interesting things.

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tatianasharma:

Tatiana had gone to the little convenience store at the compound in search for some Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. She knows better than anyone that too many sweets could rot your teeth but sometimes a girl had cravings and she had a busy day so she figured she deserved a treat. She was disappointed to find that all the peanut butter cups were gone so instead she made the trek to the nearest gas station. On her way over to the candy aisle, she found herself nearly bumping into someone. “Oh, no, no, you’re fine!”

 Madden managed a grin, adjusting the guitar strung over his shoulder. This many snacks and a guitar was slightly difficult to manage, but he’d find a way. “I’m not in your way or anything, am I?” he asked her, grabbing one of the peanut butter cups that had extra Reese’s Pieces in them because they were genius.

Fuel | Mads + Tatiana