#c:apple

[mcrtyrdoms]

( @applekiraz )

"If you got another piercing, what would you get?" Gabe stared at himself with his shitty, cracked iPhone's camera - sprawled across the floor, brows scrunching and unscrunching, "I think I want a tongue piercing. For like - nonkinky reasons, but also - for kinky reasons? Would you ever split your tongue? I might." They'd been going through some sort of quarter life crisis lately - hair newly dyed, a fresh tattoo healing over another one of their older tattoos - not much free skin left to etch upon.

[rctributions]

( @applekiraz ) club medusa

"If I get arrested tonight - will you help testify my insanity plea in court?" June clutched at Apple's arms - trying not to let her eyes wander from her face, though it was hard - "I'm trying all those fucking self-soothing methods from that pamphlet I stole from your office - sorry - but I genuinely think I'm going to lose my mind. Can we go outside and smoke? It might be the only thing that heals me in these trying fucking times. Please? I've got my one-hitter."

[mcrtyrdomsarchived]

( @applekiraz )

"Y'know," Gabe began, slight slur of their words; they'd been drinking steadily the entire night, "You kinda look like an apple - but like, in the best way! Like your name is Apple, and you're all red - it's super thematic. You look really nice!" They smiled sloppily, before growing suddenly serious, "Are - are you doing okay? 'Cos like, shit's been so fucked - I dunno how any of us are coping, y'know?"

[jcsters]

( @applekiraz )

"Do..." Myria hesitated for a moment, twiddling her thumbs and trying so hard not to pick at the big star bead adorning one of her nails - because it was pretty, and she'd just gotten the set hours before the news had cracked the town wide open again, "...Do you think this is going to happen again?" Her eyes flicked up, catching on Apple from across the table; it was rare for worry to cross Myria's face, but she'd been biting her lip particularly hard that day - thinking of all the grief the town already held. "It's kind of scary - oh!" She slammed her hands down on the table suddenly, before snatching the little block letters in front of her and placing them on their Scrabble board. "Cadaverous! How many points is that?"

[chip-foster]

@appleasant​

It felt like there was nowhere he could go in the Tower to be completely free of everyone. On his breaks, he found himself spending more time walking around looking for a spot alone than he did actually sitting and being alone. He was getting more familiar with the Tower than ever before. On the opposite side of the large building from headquarters, he found himself walking down a half-lit hallway that seemed mostly quiet and let his curiosity get the better of him as he opened a closed door. It wasn’t until he stepped inside that the lights flicked on, revealing what looked like hundreds of old, outdated victor portraits leaning against walls or poking out of giant files. He’d barely taken a few steps when he saw a shadow start to blend with his. “What the fuck...” he muttered, music blasting so loud through his headphones he didn’t even realize the other person probably heard him.

[dolly-nova]

Amphora hadn’t slept very well. She was awoken by her own movements, her own thoughts, her own growling stomach, and more than anything, her own bright light. Maybe if everything else wasn’t so barren, it would’ve been easier to ignore the glow of her own suit. She kept twitching awake, quickly scanning the area for any sign of a flash of red. She feared she might see it too late, and her confidence in her ability to survive would vanish as quickly as her own life.

She was fully awake and hardly rested before the sun rose. With some light aside from her own clothes now, though, she felt more confident in moving away from the booth she’d been curled up behind. Unsure where else to go, she found herself walking in the direction of a mountain that was clearly breaking through the clouds in the distance. She was thirsty and she hoped that there might be at least a water source near it if she could reach it.

@isabela-leond2

@appleasant​

[mcrtyrdomsarchived]

( @applekiraz​ )

Gabe stood inside Apple’s office, fiddling with the hem of his shirt and one string that just kept getting longer and longer, then whatever books were on the shelves, then a plant’s leaves in a corner, before hearing the doorknob rattle and dropping whatever’d been in their hands, “Hi - hey, I’m so sorry to just spring up here without notice, or anything - I just, um - can we play therapist? But like, not in a sexy way - in the like, I need to talk to someone and my last therapist is like, dead - not like, murder dead, but like, old age dead - which is a murderer, if you think about it - but um - anyways. I’ll pay you - I didn’t even really think about that, honestly, before coming here, but I will - ah, god, fuck - I’m sorry I’m rambling, I just - please?”

[dolly-nova]

@appleasant​

Amphora was cold to the tips of her fingers and toes, to the point of nearing numbness, but her cheeks felt like they were on fire. She normally moved quick and nimble, long legs taking long strides. But the snow was getting deep quick, and she found herself sliding on unexpected patches of frozen land or tripping over snow-covered tree roots. She wasn’t quite sure where she was going, but she was trying to get back to the houses after getting turned around. She knew the broken windows and doors probably wouldn’t keep the snow out, but the walls would at least shield her from the howling winds.

There was a single building up ahead, one she didn’t recognize, but she didn’t hesitate to push through the door as soon as she was within reach. Her fingers felt like they were twice their actual size as she tried to curl them around the doorknob. She might find a group of blue team members inside ready to kill her, but at least they’d make it quicker than exposure. The worst part about last time she died was how long it took.