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ezramvrcvr‌:

Like a child purposely trying to goad their crush by mocking them, Mercy announced he was behind Saige by reaching forward and tugging once and a lock of her hair, “Lost or something?” he asked with a smirk once she’d turned towards the intrusion, “You’ve walked in a circle three times now. Around the same tent. Still the beer tent, just so you know. You lose your fake? Pretty sure you can’t actually drink the beer until you buy it.” @scige

“He - “ she’d begun to protest, twisting around until the complaint died - a grin quickly replacing whatever she’d been about to say, “I cut up my fake weeks ago - I’m finally a grown adult! Free to drink myself into a haze without like, all the technicalities and like, law and whatever. I just like - dropped molly and I know it’s somewhere around here - and like, y’know - usually it’s like, who wants dirt molly? I do, apparently! Desperate times call for desperate measures and whatever - not that I’m like, actually desperate but it’s the only one I’ve brought with me,” during her entire - monologue, rant, speech, she’d begun to chip away at her nail polish - already half-gone but only worsening with each moment.

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lanajvmeson‌:

Fresh off her shift at the fortune tellers tent and somehow now elasticated into a pair of children’s fairy wings, Lana trampled through a puddle of spilled beer in her red cowboy boots, eager to catch up with the head of hair she’d spotted in the crowd. “Saige!” Her holler caught various eyes around her, ones that had already been curiously blinking in her direction, regardless. Word of Danny’s little excursion had travelled fast, once it hit the news outlets, and the fact that names had been left out didn’t matter. Everyone heard about Zeke being admitted to the hospital, and it was easy to put two and two together. A familiar face felt like a way to calm the tingle in her fingertips, already slightly buzzed from the amount of rum she’d necked to compensate. “Hey,” came out subtly breathless, cheeks stiff with a bright grin that she produced like a magician would a rabbit from his top hat. All ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ inducing. The kind of performance someone would be paid a decent sum to give at a birthday party. “Whew. Literally just… galloped faster than the beast from Split. She’s the fastest woman alive! Wanna come get a slushie? Kind of wanna see if I can, like… turn my vomit blue. Look like I just went full cannibal on a village of Smurfs.” @scige

News had traveled fast - peaking Saige’s interest for only a few moments before her own life had flipped considerably. Maybe she shouldn’t had been at the carnival - with the guilt that consumed her following Brooks’ recent tragedy, to the more technical side of consequences involving lawyers and parents and money - too much money; her cheeks were covered in glitter - near resembling freckles. She looked normal - looked alright. It’d always been like that, Saige had always been like that - taking one look at her responsibilities and turning her cheek - towards distractions. The carnival was a good distraction - so was Lana, “Woah there, girl,” Saige grinned - speaking as if Lana were a wild horse and she was the young girl determined to tame her - “I got like, really strong Spirit vibes - actually, like, y’know? The horse movie where the horse is like, super ultra rebellious. Maybe my brain’s been replaced by a horse girl’s this weekend - a slushie? Oh, like - worm, yeah - I wanna get a whole bunch of flavors - y’know that like, decorative sand they’d make you like, put in a fancy jug or whatever as a kid? I wanna do that but like, with flavored ice. Would it be cannibalism? Are Smurfs like, considered human? I kind of like, put them in the same realm as those little cookie elves from the commercials.” she paused for a moment - regaining her breath from the steady stream of word vomit, taking a sip from her soft drink which, at that point, was more vodka than sprite, “I don’t trust Smurfs, though - that’s the difference.”

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ronxnb‌:

“Somebody just handed this to me and walked away.” He pulled his gaze away from the other, eyeing the beer in the clear plastic cup suspiciously. “What do you think, poisoned or spit in?“ @scige

Saige bound over, closer to the other in order to peer into the cup with narrowed eyes, “I mean - only one way to like, find out, right? I think spit is like - considerably less dangerous and like - if it’s poisoned then there’s like a million cops around. We’ll avenge your death, y’know? Leave clues with your ectoplasm remains and ghostly abilities. Ghost detective.”

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brooks: nope they don't have the money apparently and i'm not that much of an ass to put her in the foster system

brooks: yeah probably its like collateral or whatever

brooks: fuck sake

saige: god

saige: [...]

saige: listen i know u'll never like. forgive me for this or anything and neither will her family, im sure

saige: im pretty sure my own parents dont forgive me for this but like yolo whats new w/e , Anyways ,

saige: if u need like. help. with the baby and all.

saige: not saying that i have any fuckin experience with kids

saige: but like. yknow. if u need help. im here. i can wikihow changing diapers and like. other baby things.

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=brooks: do you realise because of this i have to become a dad in like.. a week?

saige: no one in her family wanted to take her in?

saige: fuck

saige: we're paying for her funeral but i think they might try to file another lawsuit or something

saige: idk the law

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felixneal‌:

As the door opened and the smaller girl stood in front of him, Felix instantly calmed. That’s often what happened when he got what he wanted. Like a kid throwing a tantrum. Despite how much he was feeling his face stayed blank, emotionless. It was like he couldn’t process what was happening. The words he wanted to say were so far in the back of his mind now he couldn’t remember them. Heart still racing, forehead sweating. He stayed silent, allowing his anger to subside before speaking,  ❝Can I come in?❞ Was all he could manage. One foot in the door before he finished the sentence. A forced smile crept up on his face, examining the room around him. The familiarity of it all was overwhelming, but it was impossible to tell by just looking at him. He turned back to her, needing to separate himself from the scene and focus on who he was really there for. Inching closer to Saige until he was directly in front of her face, head bent in order to make eye contact. Blue eyes piercing into hers. ❝Where’ve you been, baby?❞ His tone was bitter, but not enough to be more intimidating than usual, ❝It’s my fault for not writing you more, isn’t it? You know I’m not good with words. You should’ve visited.❞ It was new for Felix to be so eerily calm. A year ago he would have been screaming already, breaking something, blaming everyone but himself for his mistakes. ❝I missed you. Did you miss me?❞ He smiled, but it seemed fake. He had one arm to the left of her, rested up against the wall. It was his way of controlling where she stood, not wanting her to get scared and step away from him too soon. He looked almost sad, like he was fighting back tears and could start crying any second, but kept the same smile on his face, ❝Doesn’t matter. I’m here now, right? We can pick up where we left off.❞

It was hard to keep her composure - she’d never been good at confrontation; always ran instead of dealing with whatever was in front of her, always changing topics and shifting to fit inside a mold distracting enough. Even when dealing with Brooks - Saige was able to keep a hold on herself; but Felix was different, in more ways than one, and she found herself taking a step back to let him inside, “Oh - yeah, sure, ‘course, mi casa es tu casa, y’know?” she laughed - short, awkward, filled with the nerves she’d been trying to hide. “Sorry - it’s like, um - messy, right now ... meant to uh, go on like, a cleaning kick y’know? Just - been busy and all, very busy - like, super busy.” her eyes hadn’t left him - rambling a habit she’d always had, unable to stop in fear of silence but words, ultimately, swallowed back down as he’d gotten closer to her - Saige stepping backwards until she was against the wall; trapped. “I’ve been - I’ve been here,” she couldn’t bring herself to look away from him - nowhere to go, regardless, “I - no, baby, no - it’s not your fault. I’m - I’ve just - my parents were - they didn’t think it’d be a good idea to - y’know how they are about publicity - one wrong step and I’ll end up in a tabloid.” her words tripped over one another; excuses upon excuses, trying to dig herself out of the hole that’d been dug, “Of course I missed you, Felix,” Saige brought her hand up to his face - thumb brushing against his cheek in a gentle caress, “I’ve thought of you everyday.” she smiled - too, but it felt equally as fake, forced, as if she’d been trying to say the right things - and it faded almost instantly, hand dropping as he spoke, “Felix,” she said, again, brows knitting together, “I - I don’t know about that, it’s - it’s been a year, ‘Lix. It’s been a long year. It’s been a really, really long year and I - I don’t know if that’s - it’s been so long -” her words ran in circles, finally looking away from him to anything else in the room, anything at all. Saige swallowed again, “It’s just - we’ve both ... have had to change, this past year, right? I mean - god, Christ - you’ve just - how long have you been out of prison, Felix? Doesn’t it - shouldn’t we take this - slow?” It’d been a while - a year - since she’d been in any sort of relationship with anybody; a year of fooling around without second thoughts, hooking up with strangers in the back of their cars or in club bathrooms or anywhere they could get away with - Felix buried deep inside her mind. Guilt burned up her chest, heat in her cheeks. 

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hello !! just a heads up i will be dropping the majority of my threads besides like maybe 2-3 of them so i can put all my energy into the event !! like this if you’d like 2 plot for the event ( i have SAIGE, CAIN, PHILOMENA, ANNABEL, MORAG, and ??? ) and possibly start a few threads !! i’ll also prolly b posting an open starter on one or two of my kids b/c why not y’know ksdfmlg

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brooks: really? ypure sorry?? whats that going to do for menow

saige: i dont know what else to say

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saige: god im so sorry brooks

saige: genuinely im so sorry

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it’s kava night ... i will b online later tonight uwu

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imessage 💬 ALL CONTACTS.

dakota: ikr !! why pay for it when hot girls get in for free use your money for important things like alcohol & mcdonalds later in the night probably

dakota: only female strippers allowed pls men disappoint me

saige: god .. yr so right .. it's hot girl summer for a reason .. where is mind !! feelin like that one pixies song now

saige: fuck men !!! not rly but Yes we will get female strippers

saige: i hav so many singles im gna shower them all w/ the love n money they deserve

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felixneal‌:

@scige

Ever since stepping out of the facility Felix had been thinking about this moment. He knew it wasn’t in his best interest to go looking for his girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend. There was no saying what they were anymore, but he just couldn’t help himself when it came to her. If it were his choice he would have done this sooner. His parent’s were keeping him on a tight leash, or so they thought. They advised him to stay out of trouble and even threatened to send him to live with other family members if he didn’t shape up. That was the last thing on his mind as he approached the door. Only able to assume that she she lived in the same place. Brushing stray blonde hairs out of his face, trying to make himself look presentable before knocking exactly three times. Stepping back to get a better view of the scene. His blood was rushing and he was feeling a little light headed from it. He wanted to keep his composure, to stay quiet despite the fact that he wanted to scream. The last thing he needed was to scare her away. Knocking again, even louder than the other three, he could feel himself getting irritated. Now his mind was working on overdrive. Thinking about all the letters he sent only to get no response. The nights he spent on a cold mattress rehearsing lines in his head. It was all for her. He let his fist slam against the door this time, growing impatient,  ❝Anyone home?❞

Saige had never thought she would see someone die - it never occurred in her mind that that was a possibility; from the accident she caused in Washington to her own, near-death skiing experience in Switzerland. ‘A deathwish’ is what they called it - called her, after each stupid thing she’d do - Saige deserved the title, stuck in her own world where nobody ever got hurt. She’d almost blocked out the party before Felix’s arrest - nearly blocked out what he did; but she hadn’t. And it lingered in her mind more often than not - a contributor to her dreams, keeping her awake at night. Maybe that was why she hadn’t made contact with Felix - too afraid, of confrontation and of what he’d done, of dealing with the repercussions. A part of her blamed herself, after all - Saige attracted these sorts of things, didn’t she? It felt like she drove the ones she loved to do the worst - but she loved so many, too many - and she was a danger to all of them. “I’m coming!” she shouted - unsuspecting and over the music she had turned the volume of up; classic rock. Hopping over the couch and nearly sliding across the wooden floor in her socks, Risky Business style - she clambered towards the door and opened it, carelessly, grin wide and wild. “He--” Saige began - eyes meeting his chest only to trail up onto a face she recognized all too well, “--oh, oh my god --” somehow, she’d forgotten that he was scheduled to be released any day now - shock apparent on her face despite how quickly she clamped her open mouth shut. She’d always been afraid of moments like these - confrontation she couldn’t escape - something squeezing her heart, tightening her chest and wind nearly knocked out of her. Shifting weight onto her other leg - and repeat, and repeat, and repeat again - unable to stay still, like feet against hot sand - “I look like a dog about to, like, pee, huh?” She offered, instead - casually, trying her best to fit a grin onto her face, “God - Christ, Felix - hey, hi - I’m kind of, sorta - wow, y’know?”

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ezramvrcvr‌:

One thing Mercy would never get used to with Saige was how much she could talk. She talked quickly too, like she was worried if she didn’t get everything out at once no one would listen. Somehow, she managed to worm her way under Mercy’s skin and make a home there, and he found himself always listening, even when she went on rambles about shit he could care less about. With a grunt, Mercy readjusted the eyepatch she’d smacked against the swollen skin of his eye socket, “Well it didn’t feel fuckin’ good. Thanks for that,” he huffed, shooting a scowl in Saige’s direction, “Cartoon’s don’t feel pain, Saige. This thing is fresh, you’re not supposed to be jabbing at it,” The glitter that sat high on the ridge of her cheekbone, shining and demanding attention, was a welcome distraction from his watering eye. Reaching forward, Mercy ran a thumb through the gleams that danced there, noting how much more dull it looked on the skin of his thumb compared to when it shined on Saige’s cheeks, “I got into a fight, obviously,” Mercy mumbled, raising a brow at Saige, unwilling to explain the details of the fight further.

“Ah - gee, sorry,” a hint of guilt, momentarily, slipped into her voice - through her grin, “sometimes, I like, don’t think, y’know? Got just a bunch of marbles up in here, all loose and jangling around,” gesturing towards her temple with her drink-hand, the liquid in her cup sloshed dangerously - a tiny bit splattering onto innocent bystanders passing by. Saige didn’t notice - too fixated on his black eye, “Don’t be like, a party pooper, Merc - cartoons can feel pain if, like, the writers write it in. Very totally realistic.” Feeling - not remorseful, not guilty any longer - but feeling as if she needed to fix it, in some sort of way - she leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to the least-bruised part of the wound; rocking back on her heels as fast as she did so, a blur of action. “There,” Saige nodded, as if it would do anything - a slight lean towards his brief touch; like a dog receiving an ear scratch, truly. “Yeah, obviously - didn’t think you like, rolled down the stairs and hit yourself in the face with the banister or nothing. Was it like, super dangerous or like, kind of dumb?”

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imessage 💬 ALL CONTACTS.

dakota: nah i kicked that bitch off the sidewalk & kept walking :/ i'm going to hell

dakota: ooooo youre talkin dirty to me

dakota: i went to a club the other night & the bouncer said next time i come back he'll let me in VIP so we can try our luck with that? but put some vodka & thc in my system & i'll go wherever the wind takes my ass

saige: omg ??? that sounds so nice ... living fancy !!

saige: how do u even get vip ... can i buy it ... i can buy it, right ?? i'll buy it. get us a stripper n everything. its what we deserve

saige: god ... dare i say, mood ??

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top 5 most attractive people in livingstone?

“I think everybody’s hot!!! Stop trying to make me choose!!!”

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go crazy aa go stupid

SAIGE CAIN PHILOMENA ANNABEL MORAG but not artemio b/c he’s not ready yet.

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hello !! just a head’s up that i will be switching apollo out with a new character (and bringing in my 6th character) so nobody’s surprised. she’s just as angry and angsty as apollo so ... no worries