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‘‘Kallyann has to have some significance, right? Otherwise your parents were hella boring, dude.’‘ He said nonchalantly as he shrugged one shoulder. ‘‘At least my name is kinda’ cool.’‘ He offered a teasing smile in place of his hands, to show he wasn’t being aggressive.

She shook her head, the name not ringing a bell. “It’s not too special, I’m not named after some famous dude no one’s heard of or anything, so I guess you have that over me. I’m Kallyann.”

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‘‘Wow! Don’t presume to know my sex life, Marilyn. ’‘ Gone was the polite teasing tone, replaced by something slighter harder. ‘‘Quinton, are you on drugs?’‘ The question wasn’t meant to be rhetorical, nor did he even mean it as a joke. Soleil wanted an explanation as to how why the boy was acting so different. 

“Actually, this face has gotten me laid more times than your cock’s seen the light of day, so no thanks,” He replied, lips curling into an amused expression, “Personally, I like Anus Destroyer; it gives you more of a personality than you already have, you know? Boosts the ego and all that trash.”

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can u teach me how to dance

‘‘No. The beauty of what I do can’t be taught over night. Go to school.  Take a class at the YMCA, or pick up a book, and most of all, fuck off. Stop talking about my dancing.’’ 

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r u actually a cannibal? because if that's the case then can u please like go away

‘‘I eat the booty.’‘

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ur a worm and when u rise from the earth it's like an artistic dance. #fact #drugs #ballet #yourparentsdisownedyou #fuckinworms

‘‘Hey! Fuck off! I’m going to worm my way up your ass if you don’t watch that filthy mouth of yours.’‘ Confusion fought with anger as he tried to process how he felt. A part of him no longer cared for the couple that bore him, he certainly had no feelings left for the she-devil, but he still harbored feelings of love for his Father. Finally deciding he should be irritated Soleil spoke again, ‘’Shut up! Go away! Bother someone else.’’ 

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Вот дерьмо || Oksana & Soleil

He hadn’t meant to drink as much as he had, truly. Soleil knew better than to trade one vice for another. The grueling hours he spent baring his soul in GA meetings were the only fuel he needed to quit it all, but he felt a bit down the night before and he had indulged. The hangover of the century simply served as another warning not to slip again and as he moved towards the cluster of mailboxes in the lobby, every step felt like a clap of thunder. He closed his eyes and hummed happily as the idea of crawling back into his bed and watching a marathon of Step Up films came to him. He didn’t want to see anyone today, and he certainly didn’t want to do anything.

He pulled his hood tighter on his head. Dressed in his pajamas and fuzzy slippers, he hoped he wouldn’t run into anyone that he knew, knowing that that list was quite small anyways kept him from turning around and running back to this room. Reaching forward absentmindedly he grabbed the mail in his box, not caring really about what was there. A few letters from former fans, a bill or two and then a name written in cursive stared up at him from the bottom of the stack. The world shifted just a tiny bit, and as his hands started to shake he cursed the black ink. His fear was irrational, it was simply ink on a piece of paper. It had no hidden agenda and it certainly wasn’t going to harm him bit the implication of this turn of events was clear.

His complex wasn’t as safe as he had previously thought. The letter was addressed to an Oksana Bagrova. How it had ended up in his box was a mystery but Soleil wasn’t above  thinking of elaborate conspiracy theories. His hard gripped the stack a bit tighter and he quickly looked around. Were they watching him? Was this some sort of test? He wasn’t naive, nor was he as ignorant as some of the Kryshas believed him to be. Soleil saw and heard everything. His years in the ballet helped train his focus and he had quickly learned who employed him within his first days. This name? This was dangerous and he would be stupid not to be afraid.

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do you ever feel like going into your garden and covering yourself with dirt and pretend ur a carrot

‘‘No, I don’t. Are you high? You should share whatever the hell it is you’re on man. Some of us can’t afford the good shit these days.’‘

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that fault in our mafia

His back stiffened and his glare hardened. ‘‘I don’t know what you're talking about. Is that a movie? I haven’t seen it. I bet if I did know what you were talking about I’d warn you not to push it any further. ‘‘

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your name looks like "soil"

‘‘Yeah, cool. You’re super cool. Like I haven’t heard that one before, right?  Are you gonna’ make a joke about how I’m a worm with some artistic shit about how when I dance it looks like I’m coming out of the earth? Because if you do your face is gonna’ land in the dirt. I’ve heard it all before, okay. I have.’’ 

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i've seen bricks more graceful than u

‘‘That’s a dirty fucking lie and you know it.’‘ His chest rose with every angry puff of air. ‘’I’m a god damn gazelle. A fucking swan on and off the stage.’’

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have u ever just thrown urself down the stairs???

‘‘Have I ever -- what?’‘ Soleil rolled his eyes in frustration as he tried to understand. Why would anybody want to? ‘‘No? Have you?’‘

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drugs? drugs

‘‘Yeah, sure. I’m more of a cards kind of guy but I’ll fuck with it every once in awhile. Nothing too hard. I don’t want to loose my hair or teeth to meth, you know? Why? You sharin’? ‘‘

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tfwkallyann:

“I wish I knew who they were so that I could.” she raised her eyebrow at him, a small smirk making its way onto her lips. “They do look like nice fists, and I suppose I could use another friend.”

‘‘Does no one in this damn building recognize Soleil Moon-Frye? Punky Brewster? That was like iconic, bruh.’‘ He shrugged, appeased by her response and he scoffed with no malice. ‘’Right, well, what’s your name? Let’s hope it’s not as bad as mine. I’d hate to have to compare notes.’’

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‘‘Now you’re into witchcraft? Can’t you find a spell to fix your face?’‘ Soleil offered a sly smile before he rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. ‘‘Anus destroyer? Has it that any less vulgar than Bitch Baby? Either way, it sounds like you might be projecting, sugar.’‘ 

“You say no to goth vampire, but when the undead comes to rip your throat out from your neck you’d be kissing my ass for a spell to kill ‘em,” He pretended to think, guiding his eyes up the man’s body, “I’d call you bitchbaby,but I think that’s a little to crass for the general audience. Maybe anus destroyer?”

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Acid fell from Soleil’s lips like water from the sky whenever he spoke and for years he never had to mind it. He fought his way up through the ranks, his words often a sharp nail in the coffin of the careers of his peers. Since his career ended he had a harder time minding his words, his anger a heavy presence wherever he went. He felt like a child that had been caught with his hands in the cookie jar, red-faced and far too embarrassed for his liking. ‘‘Thanks -- thank you. You didn’t upset me,’‘ he said with his jaw still clenched. Soleil moved to draw his knees up to his chest. ‘‘What’s your name?’‘ He asked quietly, slightly mollified. ‘‘I’m Soleil. Which, I know, is not that common of a name.’‘ He tried to offer a slightly humorous smile but he wasn’t sure if he could make the situation any better. Soleil often felt like he was way in over his head. Life outside of the ballet had been difficult, life inside the Mob was even worse and trying not to make enemies out of his new neighbors was proving to be a challenge.

Ashton stepped away from the doors when Soleil ran for it, he made her anxious. Whether he meant to or not all of his actions made her want to run, hide somewhere and pretend this never happened but they where stuck there, together, for God knows how long. Ashton backed away from him, her arms squeezed her little black book close to her chest and her mind raced with all the possibilities. Unstable breaths left her body in an attempt to relax but it wasn’t working too well.  Only when he spoke again did she relax in the slightest, he wasn’t so angry right now and that was good. Hesitantly she wandered over to the wall, she took a seat on the floor. There was more then enough distance between them just in case he got angry again. She cleared her throat and very softly spoke. “I….I uhm…I liked it…b-but I don’t know much about…dancing so uhm.” she shrugged, how could she decide what was good and what wasn’t when she knew nothing about ballet or dancing in general. “I didn’t mean to upset you…I-I’m sorry.” She let her eyes lock onto her knee, it was the only way she could speak in coherent sentences. What made it worse was that she didn’t know what set him off. She hadn’t said anything she thought would be offensive but she couldn’t decide what was and was not offensive to him. So she apologized and hoped maybe it would be okay but in her eyes he was still a ticking time bomb and anything she would say could set him off again. She just hoped she could avoid setting him off again, she didn’t want to be trapped on the roof with only the company of an angry man.