#pclarcld

[erudieti]

for  @pclarcld,  esme  &  bash  &  bad  decision  number  2768714236.

loneliness  eats  at  her  like  a  parasite.   esme  would  describe  it  as  one,  anyway  –  it  takes  her  away  from  the  things  that  matter,  like  work,  or  school,  or  the  future  she's  been  cultivating  for  herself  since  she  was  two  and  wore  their  dvd  player  out  from  watching  too  much  land  before  time.  sometimes  she  wishes  she  was  still  a  child,  when  she  didn't  have  to  think  of  such  trivial  things  such  as  being  alone,  when  that  was  less  an  inconvenience  and  more  of  an  escape.  before  she  was  privy  to  being  held,  to  the  thrill  of  a  nice  conversation  and  a  kiss  at  two  in  the  morning.  she's  ruined  herself,  esme  thinks  –  she  thought,  even  as  she  picked  her  phone  up  and  texted  that  one  number  she  refuses  to  save  again  (  though  that  doesn't  really  matter  if  she's  got  it  memorized,  huh  ?  ).  none  of  it  matters  when  she  opens  the  door  and  sees  her  loneliness  disappear,  anyway,  “  you  came.  ”  why  wouldn't  he  ?  he  always  does.

[jasperlapintine]

"Hey, are you any good at puzzles?" Jasper asked, raising his voice just enough so that the stranger knew he was talking to him. He was sat at a table in the coffee shop with a newspaper laid out in front of him which was heavily adorned with all kinds of scribbles from his doodling while thinking. "Thirteen letters. Oh, it's a crossword by the way." he tapped his pen off of the paper as he spoke. "It's the title of a book that follows a group of rabbits on their journey to a new home."

@pclarcld (for Sebastian)

[repentulant]

✦       ⌢      lucky draw ! for @pclarcld / @rcsilience    𓂂 ✦       ⌢      ＠   redstone bar (post memorial reveal)    𓂂

                             a    glass    of    whiskey    calls    his    name—    but    in    a    shocking    turn    of    events,    santiago    is    able    to    ignore    its    request    tonight.    he    sits    outside    for    a    'breather'    (    read    as:    a    means    of    self    control    )    .    his    stomach    twists    at    the    thought    of    the    names    on    the    memorial    being    some    sicko's    checklist    &    it    turns    just    the    same    at    the    idea    of    it    being    a    distasteful    prank.    he    wonders    how    the    names    were    chosen,    if    the    people    on    it    would    be    looking    over    their    shoulders    carefully    for    the    foreseeable    future.    someone    headed    for    the    open    night    catches    his    eye,    ❝    you    probably    shouldn't    go    alone,    right    ?    ❞

[unwe11]

❝   what   ?   ❞   cam   snarls   ,   not   quite   the   sound   of   a   cornered   animal   but   something   of   the   sort   covered   with   the   weak   attempt   to   try   and   stay   cool   .  

rationally   ,   he   could   force   himself   to   think   no   one   was   staring   .   not   because   of   that   at   least   –   not   because   they   still   saw   the   picture   of   him   with   that   girl   when   they   looked   at   him   .   but   irrationality   battled   against   that   belief   .   pushed   ,   pushed   ,   pushed .   .   .   and   with   this   guy   he   certainly   knew   there   was   nothing   but   animosity   between   them   .   ❝   what   now   ?!   ❞   @pclarcld

[tintedswindows]

WITH:  bash. @pclarcld WHERE:  st. cuthbert’s library. WHEN:  2:43pm.

maeve hadn't come to the library for company. she came to the library for the quiet, the structure, the promise of stillness lined in shelves. it offered anonymity in its closed off corners. her fingers trailed over the worn spines like she was skimming braille, distracted more by the act of choosing than the content itself. when one finally caught her attention, she tugged it free without much thought. the space it left in the shelf opened a small window — and through it, clear as confession, was bash. she startled with a short, incredulous laugh — sharp and breathless like it had escaped before she could catch it. for a second, all she could do was blink, staring at him through the gap in the books as if he were some strange mirage conjured by memory.

the last time she’d seen him, he’d been slouched in the garden’s gloom, spine bent alongside her from something too heavy to name. maybe it was selfish, but part of her hadn’t expected to see him again — at least not like this. not somewhere as well-lit and ordinary as a library, clear as day in the sunlight where you could peak through all cracks of a person. she kept her hand on the shelf, fingers curling slightly around the wood. her expression shifted — dry amusement pulling at her mouth as she tilted her head the slightest degree. life had a funny way of laughing in her face. thinking of what to say for a moment, she ruminated over whether or not he even remembered her name. “what,” she said, voice cool but lightly teasing, “are you stalking me now?” it wasn’t a challenge, exactly. her lips curled like she wasn't sure if it was a joke or a test. probably both.

[memoryservves]

where: the book stew who: magdalena + sebastian ( @pclarcld )

head turned from where she was looking at the books , momentarily distracted by the approaching foot steps . there was no stopping the groan that left her lips . " again really ? what are you , like , stalking me ? for someone who doesn't seem to like me that much , you sure are obsessed with me . " there was no moment of peace available in this small town . no moment to be alone and sit in silence . no moment where she didn't have to wear one of one thousand faces . instead , she was confronted , anger quickly bubbling to the surface . the one feeling she was never able to leave behind . it stuck to her like she was a glue trap , threatening to burn her from the inside out . every day , she tampered that fire , doing her best to snuff it out . but today , with sebastian next to her again , the wildfire raged out of control .

[cortvdos]

WITH:  sebastian   @pclarcld. WHERE:  the lamb and flag. WHEN: 8:35 pm.

lager  fresh  from  the  tap,  poured  fucking  beautifully  by  harcroft  himself  —  still  foamy,  spilling  over  the  sides  of  the  pint  and  it  looks  gorgeous.  he's  moving  away  from  the  bar  and  back  to  his  table,  not  really  paying  attention,  turns  on  his  feet  only  to  run  into  someone.  knocked  off  balance,  beer  spills  across  his  shoes,  and  their  shoes.  “  shit,  ”  the  curse  clipped,  looking  down  at  the  devastation,  not  enough  to  cause  a  puddle  but  the  head  of  his  beer  is  properly  ruined.  he  looks  up,  sees  who  it  is  he  ran  into,  “  oh,  ”  frowning,  “  is  this  the  part  where  you  buy  me  a  new  drink  ?  ”

[repentulant]

is   history   doomed   to   repeat   itself?   the   question   haunts   piper.   it   follows   her   to   the   doors   of   redstone   bar,   whispers   threats   in   her   ears   as   she   tries   to   drown   them   in   shots   of   whatever.   she's   out   of   her   element   here.   of   course   she   can   play   the   part–   toss   back   a   drink,   lace   words   with   laughter,   lean   into   other   patrons–   but   tonight   it's   real.   it's   heavy.   another   death   in   red   creek—   no,   another   murder   in   dead   creek.   she   can   hardly   stomach   the   thought.   the   town   that   she   has   poured   so   much   of   herself   into,   the   town   that   ties   to   the   talbot   legacy–   doomed   to   a   warped   cycle   that   is   all   blood   &   no   glory. bash   catches   her   attention   when   he   speaks.   her   brows   furrow,   immediately   on   defense.   ❝   what   ?   no   i   do   not.   ❞   still,   a   hand   raises   to   smooth   down   her   hair.   maybe   she   has   been   fiddling   with   it   all   night–   ❝   just.   don't   look   if   it's   so   bad.   god.   ❞

LOCATION: REDSTONE BAR TIME: LATE NIGHT STATUS: OPEN STARTER

WORDS PAINTED ON THE HEADLINE always tended to be main goal at the register. bash; however, prided himself on an immersive story that held facts. unfortunately, the only facts seemed to be everyone knew fucking nothing. still, the entire day had escaped sebastian as vision went blurry once hues grazed upon the same words over, over, and over again . . . there was nothing to be proud of with the article and quite frankly, he planned to erase any association to the scattered theories by having one, two, five drinks. it didn't help that since the notice of another local dead, pressure only skyrocketed for the next leak. after all, you're only as good as your next story.

attention whipped to another as they somehow caught his attention enough to lower the glass from his cracked lips. it would have been difficult to hold back the smirk peering on his lips if he gave a fuck enough to try to hide it. ❝ well aren't you a fuckin' mess , ❞ he blurted out the honesty as he took in the other's appearance. ❝ what ? you can't actually be trying to hide it . if so , definitely don't part-take in poker any time soon , ❞

[fetidfruit]

Patti blinked with the dead, porcelain saucer eyes of a Margaret Keane painting as a liver spotted straggler with an inexplicably thick Bristol accent skated the pad of his middle finger around the perimeters of her open tin of Rosy Vaseline. "See that, like? How light am teasin' it y'kno'?" he leered, so drunk that a lazy smirk meant a small portion of his upper lip folded itself inward and got stuck like that, unknowingly branding a coffee stained incisor; Patti might have thought of Doom and found it endearing if he weren't so annoying. "Yeah, I'm seeing it. God, it's so erotic. You really know your craft." They did this, when they were bored. Bat one of the weathered locals between their paws like a twitching mouse until it fell limp. Somehow, they never quite caught on despite how consistently monotone her delivery was. Still, it didn't do much to quench the thirst for something, a new point of fixation, anything, so much so that eventually Patti was slipping outside for a cigarette despite the cobbled streets splattered with rain, shaggy tendrils curling up in protest. They leant beneath a stoop, only their head and torso spared of the drench, knees soaked agleam and prickled in goosebumps. A figure approaching drew their gaze from the gush of an overflowing gutter, flitting brazenly before settling with recognition; Bash, approaching The Lamb and Flag. "Crazy coincidence," they spoke up over the rainfall, foregoing greetings entirely. "I was just having a pint with the future love of your life, in there. I think the two of you would make a really cute couple." @pclarcld

[fleelangston]

due  to  mun request,  please  unfollow  :

@pclarcld ( sebastian starr & osmond 'ozzy' aversescu )

@mildeweds ( moon subin , percy laska & sage harris )

@erudieti ( esmeralda heroux )

nick robinson , nico hiraga , hyunjin , sadie stanley , courtney eaton , jenna ortega , sadie soverall & felix lee  are  now  reopened  !

[0v3rk111]

ON A SUNNY AFTERNOON.

✴ ˚ — closed starter, written for @pclarcld !

               WHEN  SUMIN  SETS  OUT  TO  WANDER  THE  CAMPUS  GROUNDS  WITH  OZZY,  THEY  END  UP  FOLLOWING  A  TRAIL  OF  FLOWERING  VINES  THAT  SCALE  TOWARDS  ONE  OF  THE  SCULPTED  INSTALLATIONS  IN  THE  COURTYARD.  Insects  hum  dreamily  about  some  of  the  plants,  and  pipits  sing  high  overhead,  and  the  blue  sky  shines  cloudless  beyond  the  horizon.  Sumin  takes  a  bite  out  of  her  apple.  The  gush  of  fresh  juice  makes  her  forget  that  her  next  class  starts  in  less  than  an  hour.

       ❛❛I’m  just  relaying  what  I’ve  heard  from  the  engineering  majors,❜❜  she’s  saying  to  them  as  the  two  walk  in  step,  frowning  when  a  group  of  students  passes  them  without  giving  them  a  wide  berth.  She  levels  a  glare  at  them.  She  will  remember  their  faces.  ❛❛They  think  you  architecture  majors  are  clueless.  It’s  always  complaints  about  how  much  your  artistic  pursuit  never  stops  to  consider  the  practical  aspects  of  structures  and  buildings,  and  about  the  number  of  potential  building  code  violations  they  find  in  designs.  I  can  give  you  their  names,  if  you  want.❜❜

[ellinorefm]

in bash's presence, ella could now feel herself escalation the situation by how fast her thoughts were going and her inability to control what she was thinking about. it wasn't just a case of her being 'melodramatic', as she was sure some other in the café would use to describe her 'performance' as they chattered but she was hurting. she was about to open her mouth to carry on getting it all out but the other had told someone to stop staring at her. widening her eyes, she looked around in realisation that quite a few people were looking in her direction, or not looking at her at all but also not speaking with their companions. a long painful wave of embarrassment washed over her as her breathing became shallow. putting her head down to look at the table with her belongings on, ella nodded. "yeah, sorry." it had been projection on her part - her father claimed that he also didn't care what people thought, nor did he care how people felt as he had little regard for their feelings. throwing the laptop into her bag along with her sketchbook, she picked up her water bottle and headed for the door, keeping her eyes on it in an attempt to avoid looking at anyone else. the fresh air was very much required as it felt like the lid on the pressure cooker that was her head had been completely taken off. a sigh of relief escaped her but she did look like she was about to burst into tears.

the  outrage  was  reluctantly  swallowed  down,  perhaps  after  a  moment  or  two  of  processing  led  to  the  conclusion  that  the  irritability  rattling  within  had  nothing  to  do  with  ellinore.  even  more  so,  the  thought  trickled  in  that  there  was  a  little  more  to  the  scene  that  disparity  over  spilled  coffee.  no  matter  the  case,  it  didn't  really  make  the  situation  better.  didn't  stop  eyes  from  staring  or  whispered  murmurs  to  halt  collaboration  through  the  cafe.  bash,  for  one,  was  quite  used  to  being  the  source  of  attention.  he'd  think  by  now  that  perhaps  ellinore  would  be  desensitized  to  it  too,  but  everyone  dealt  with  their  shit  differently.  he'd  picked  up  his  bag,  slinging  it  over  his  shoulder.  〝     the  fuck  are  you  staring  at?      〞bash  had  confronted  someone  nearby  that  seemed  too  invested  in  ellinore's  business  that  bash  unwarrantedly  made  into  his  own  by  association.  redirecting  his  attention  to  ellinore,  he  let  out  a  defeated  sigh  as  he  stayed  on  his  feet,  offering  the  gentle  nudge  of  perhaps  this  wasn't  the  place  to  let  her  troubles  unfold.  〝     since  your  project  is  fucked,  how  about  we  take  a  smoke,  like,  anywhere  else,      〞he  suggested,  only  slight  hesitancy  dancing  on  his  lips.  〝     unless  you're  too  cool  to  hang  with  a  miserable  liar,     〞  the  reminder  that  they  both  were  probably  out  of  line  would  lead  to  a  silent  apology.

[prudishkinks]

᧔ 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑡 THE LIBRARY ♡ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 @pclarcld ᧓

— ᧔♡᧓ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: corvina x sebastian — ᧔♡᧓ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: n/a

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑦 - 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑑𝑑. 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑛��𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑎’𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 - ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 

She wasn’t staring this time, though. No longer curious or interested in Ellinore’s proximity, Vina turned - rolling her eyes at the other - just in time to catch Sebastian approaching. “  Bash!  ” she called out, leaning over to give him a side hug and led the way into the library. “  I was able to find the book you requested. I told you, I had one from last year somewhere. Thankfully I was able to bring it along.  ” She dug into her bag to retrieve it as she went on, “  I got us a room out back to study. Told them we needed complete privacy so there shouldn’t be anyone else joining.  ”

[collegiatesins]

WHERE:     on the side of the road in a random uber. WITH:    da brosties (bro + besties) @pclarcld

the  uber’s  hazards  blinked  a  lazy  rhythm  against  the  gathering  dark,  car  slumped  on  the  shoulder  like  a  defeated  animal.  twenty  minutes.  mika  ground  his  sneaker  against  the  asphalt,  the  cold  seeping  through  ajar  backseat  door  and  into  his  denim  jacket.  their  driver’s  apologetic  grin—five  minutes,  swear  on  me  mum’s  grave—had  curdled  into  a  joke  neither  of  them  could  laugh  at  now.  guilt  tightened  into  something  sharp  within  the  pit  of  his  stomach.  unable  to  not  blame  himself  for  the  inconvenient  turn  their  night  had  taken.  he’d  pitched  this  as  a  vibe:  late-night  tacos  at  that  truck  by  the  edge  of  town.  instead,  they  were  auditioning  for  a  true  crime  podcast.  “  shit,  ”  mika  muttered,  breath  fogging  in  early  spring  crisp  air.  “  what  are  the  chances  he  got  lost?  it's  that  or,  like…he's  out  harvesting  organs?  ”  it's  a  bad  attempt  at�� a  joke.  one  even  he  can't  bring  himself  to  laugh  at.  "  sorry,  not  funny.  i  just  feel  bad  for  ruining  our  night.  "

[changelingz]

LOCATION : redstone bar , sometime .

OPEN TO :  bash , @pclarcld

it  hadn't  been  that  long  ago  that  nick  had  been  sharing  his  tidings  about  the  future  of  red  creek  ,  warnings  of  what  was  to  come  if  they  did  nothing  .  it  seemed  that  people  were  suspicious  of  him  ,  wondering  what  he  was  up  to  or  disregarding  him  ...  but  the  proof  was  in the  rather  spectacular  pudding  that  had  been  served  up  that  day  .  nick  thought  whoever  was  behind  it  was  quite  iconic  when  it  came  to  the  art  of  distraction  . he  doesn't  see  the  other  at  first  ,  stepping  out  into  the  cool  ,  on  the  outskirts  of  the  bar  that  was  attracting  quite  a  crowd  .  people  needed  alcohol  to  get  them  through  what  they  had  seen  but  nick  ...  he  had  to  be  careful  not  to  misstep  ,  one  drink  could  quite  easily  lead  to  something  altogether  more  dangerous  .  perhaps  sobriety  is  an  advantage  as  he  narrows  in  ,  "  were  you  coming  to  get  a  drink  to  take  the  edge  off  ...  evade  the  upcoming  woes  ?  "  gesturing  back  towards  the  door  which  swings  slowly  on  hinges  as  another  departs  .  "  it  might  be  time  to  reassess  my  bone  ,  "  words  humorous  ,  quirk  of  an  eyebrow  .