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CLARK.

❝  YES  ,  I  have  been  holed  up  in  my  room  for  the  past  two  weeks  and  yes  this  is  the  result  of  my  social  hiatus  ,  ❞   Clark  announces  to  no  one  in  particular  ,  juggling  two  balls —  nothing  to  write  home  about  ,  but  at  this  point  he’s  just  trying  to  have  a  sense  of  humor  about  his  situation  (  which  is  one  of  having  no  social  life  )  .   ❝  If  we’re  lucky  ,  next  week  I  will  have  learned  a  magic  trick  or  how  to  do  a  handstand  . ❞

“how come it’s all fine and dandy, and you emerge as a professional fuckin’ clown — but when i go m.i.a. for weeks at a time, i just, like, get fat off chicken wings and everyone thinks i’m lazy,” mason was rambling off without his opinion actually being asked for in the first place, “—and, i mean, they’re not wrong.” with a conclusive shrug of his shoulders, he finally seemed to circle back to the original point of conversation. “jugglin’ two balls, though... man, there’s gotta be a joke there somewhere.”

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imessage: OPEN

JAX: the only thing i've been thinking about for the last hour is the vine of the kid singing chandelier

JAX: i feel like i'm having an identity crisis and VINE HAS LITERALLY BEEN DEAD FOR TWO YEARS

JAX: tell me something cool/unusual or something idk

MASON: you need to get out more man

MASON: you're missin out on things

MASON: like this crazy old broad at the store the other day. looked me dead in the eye and told me i was a hippie in the 70s

MASON: i mean lol my wig flew

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NORAH.

even though she’d had her issues with drinking in the past, norah had sworn up and down that she wasn’t an alcoholic.  so when she found herself slightly tipsy after a midafternoon venture into a bar, she had to think of it as a coincidence, a common coping mechanism with the stress she’d brought on herself to ease back into the life she’d had pre-arrest.  she could still taste the tangy mix of lemonade and vodka as she lowered herself onto the curb, her mind teetering on the line between being completely gone and just incredibly buzzed.  she barely noticed the water bottle being handed to her, and with a soft laugh of disbelief, she took it.  “you know what? at least i didn’t fall flat on my face on the way out, okay?”

her eyes wandered up to the stranger who’d offered the hydration, and just like that, everything froze.  “jesus.”  norah staggered to her feet and clenched her jaw, gaze hardening at the sight of mason before her. “you don’t have to take care of me.  you don’t.” she shook her head adamantly, the barely sober voice in the back of her head applauding her for not wearing four-inch heels. she stepped toward mason, clenching the plastic bottle in her hand.  “look, i’m sorry if any of my emails were melodramatic, and it’s nice to see you’n’all,  but you wasted your money coming back here.  i know how much your mom needed you.  just–”  the brunette caught her breath.  “what–i mean–why are you here?” // @mascntaylor

it had been a long time. so long, in fact, mason wasn’t entirely sure he’d ever step foot near mulberry again. there were no promises in those emails — the messages themselves becoming rather far and few between as time passed. for quite some time, things weren’t looking good. however, that was then. this was now; for what seemed like the first time in his life, mason felt like he was back to somewhere he belonged. with both feet planted on his skateboard, he carelessly sped through the sidewalks in true mason fashion like he’d never even left. it was a few blocks back that he’d spotted her —norah— stumbling out of the pub and appearing less than sober. instead of intervening, he merely followed at a safe enough distance to be considered discrete. when the girl stopped, however, he made his oh-so valiant move to heroically swoop in.

“no, you’re right. i’ll give ya’ that,” mason played along, as if he were just any stranger handing her a water straight from his bag, “have a good time, didja?” then that there was pause, with mason all but anticipating the moment it would click and suddenly thrust the pair of them into a whirlwind. soon enough, it came. “ah, don’t call me that — just call me mason,” the male responded with a lazy shrug of his shoulders, unable to be serious even for a second. the circumstances were different, but not much had seemed to change between the pair of them. this image was almost a familiar one, with norah exasperated on some level while mason merely remained unwavering and persistent with a broad grin across his face. “what d’ya mean, why am i here? ‘cause i wanted to be...?” perhaps deep down, it wasn’t that simple. regardless, mason gave a single laugh in disbelief. “this is my home. and you’re part of that too, whether you wanna be or not — sorry ‘bout it. fight it all you want, i don’t make the rules.”

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( — fordamien‌ )

damien isn’t one for good deeds. he has a strong belief that, honestly, it’s not his place. if it was meant to be done, the world would already have made it happen. although today, when he sees a wallet laying open on the sidewalk something compels him to pick it up and actually try to return it. of course, he has to mentally pat himself on the back first. damien, you’ve truly outdone yourself. what has the world done to deserve someone as amazing as you? absolutely stunning. after he finishes sucking his own dick, he finds the will to tap on who he thinks is the owners shoulder, “hey, i think you dropped this.” his voice is dripping with confidence he certainly didn’t earn, proud of himself for doing almost nothing.  

mason was not a wallet kind of guy. in his humble opinion, a rubber band still achieved the concept of holding a wad of money and cards together — what more was needed? it was the first giveaway that the wallet being handed to him was not, in fact, his. “aw, man— thanks, mate. been lookin’ for this all day,” the male feigned, a broad, self-satisfied smile crossing his face as he flipped the wallet open to read off the ID that couldn’t look anything less like him, “—i mean, after all, i am... clarence.” falling victim to a fit of laughter, he simply shoved the wallet back into the other male’s hands with a friendly pat on the shoulder. “nice try, though. should’ve kept a couple ones for a chocolate bar or somethin’.”

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[ fast food commercial voice ] I T ’ S  B A C K . yes hello it’s ash, i feel like i blinked and suddenly had 18 characters, but mason was my original gangsta here in soundscape and i missed his wild ass dearly. so, allow me;

[ dominic harrison, cismale, he/him, 21 ] SWEET DISASTER by DREAMERS? whenever i hear that song, it reminds me of MASON TAYLOR. maybe because they’re PASSIONATE but also IMPULSIVE. they’ve been living at mulberry apartments since AUGUST of 2016 in 505 and have 1 ROOMMATE. ( AS LONG AS YOU LOVE ME, YOUNG VOLCANOS, ONE WEEK )

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background

originally from across the pond, out in doncaster to be exact

only child to two rather young parents, which he would later learn became a strain on their relationship and eventually their lives

otherwise, his early childhood was pretty mundane

it wasn’t until a bit later in life that the tension between his parents and the downward spiral his mother was on became unavoidable

her excuse had always been that she “wasn’t feeling well” and his father would insist “go and play, let your mother be”, but as mason grew older and wiser, he learned what things like depression meant and how it showed itself

when his parents ultimately split, mason wound up living with his father, whisking them off to the states in the man’s pursuit of a promising new job — in the meantime, his mum in an institution back home to receive the help she deserved. though he didn’t quite realize it at the time, being forced away and never seeing him mother since was something he would never really get past

he was always on good terms with his father, but ever since, mason had a repressed sense of bitterness and jadedness that blew up from time to time. when he finished up high school, he happily left his father’s place in NYC and landed in his current home of mulberry apartments

in present day, mason is a student, studying to be… well, if you ask him, he’s not entirely sure. he’s only changed his focus about four times, put classes on hold for a few semesters, and have returned more than once. he keeps himself on his feet with a tiny bit of money (that he hates having to accept) from his father, some decent cash from his freelance graphic design gigs, and a glamorous job as a pizza delivery fella

he loves to skate (he was a sk8er boi she said see ya later boi), hold his own personal job as a full-time pretend rockstar (a lad can dream), and make promises to himself that he’ll go home someday… all in the meantime constantly worrying that he might one day follow in the footsteps of his mother

** i feel like here is probably good to note that i hopE to play him as though he never really left, but his absence while i wasn’t playing him could be explained by an abrupt visit home to his mum, whose health was deteriorating :((

personality

i enjoy relating him to a happy dog who pants a lot

but in all seriousness…

this one’s unapologetically loud and northern

a literal and figurative big mouth tbh

but overall, so Good and So Pure despite being often labeled as one of those ‘disruptive and delinquent children’

thanks to this and other events in his life, he’s become a huge advocate for the underdog, and (like many things) wouldn’t think twice before jumping in to help anyone

his intentions are good, but often so thoughtless that it tends to be his biggest flaw

Easily Distracted and Hyperactive

enjoys crushing gender stereotypes — loves the color pink and ain’t afraid to sport some fresh painted nails

he’s full of joy and smiles, give him some hugs and pats and he’ll love you for life~

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me: *walks up to a group of middle schoolers skateboarding*

me: lemme show you a trick or two

middle schoolers: *hand me a board*

me: this one's called stealing

me: *runs away with it*

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my goal is to be kindhearted, have soft hair, and always smell like flowers.

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MASON’S INSTAGRAM: @maceofspades

ft. @rahrahcollins, @legvcys