#wornclean;ic

[rcjoice]

@wornclean liked for a spotify starter! (c u around//pwr bttm)

"i'm looking forward to the day when i can see your face and not wonder what it was i did that made you run away."

[unbaptismarchive]

@wornclean liked this for a starter!//for pony

"look," she starts, hand resting on the hood of her car that she had just sputtered into the parking lot, "i don't know what you've got in this junkyard, but please tell me you got a radiator that'll fit the old girl." she was hoping the junkyard would be cheaper. her daddy had always told her to start there before you worry about going to another auto shop. "and no, i don't need your help. before you ask." she could probably do it quicker and without the fucking patronizing that came when she walks in. "i just can't let her die on me."

[techniwonder]

❛ you look better in my clothes than i do. ❜ -- alan/marilyn

marilyn.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" you know, sometimes i think i wear most of your clothes more than you do, "⠀⠀after all, it's not exactly uncommon for her to pick up one of his shirts and wear it herself once he's brought her back to his apartment.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but apart from just that, marilyn's found him in the same type of outfit nearly every time she's seen him. it always bothered her, not because she thought he was wearing dirty clothes, but rather that he seemed to be living the same day over and over again. either that or he'd sworn himself off of some things, most of which stay in his closet 'til marilyn gets her hands on it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀she finds herself teasing him, even in the worst of times. if there's a word to describe the two of them it goes unsaid, but maybe it's better that way.⠀⠀" do you think it'd be too corny for me to say i'd prefer you without your clothes? "

[techniwonder]

❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. �� -- claudio/marilyn

marilyn.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" yes. i have, "⠀⠀she speaks with heaving breaths, all becoming shallower by the minute.⠀⠀" most of it is getting on your... nice floors, too. "

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀marilyn commends the stranger's mellow reaction; finding a woman dressed in a torn pink pencil dress, bleeding from the side of her stomach, just barging into your house for shelter is... unexpected for most people.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀her response seems comedic, but she speaks of it no differently than if she were reading off a generic newspaper headline. this sort of thing has become common in her jobs; the target tries to get away, fights back a bit, marilyn wins, but she's still left bloody and bruised. the only difference is that she wasn't too far from somewhere to recover. the fact that she found a random cabin in the woods with an actual person inside to hide in seems to be the most outrageous thing in her career... so far.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀marilyn stumbles on her feet a little; the pink tweed flats she had on a little while ago have been long gone, the sheer tights have so many holes and runs in them that they're nearly in ribbons. most of the lower half of her dress, that hasn't been ripped off or torn already, has turned dark red from blood (some hers and some from the other guy).

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀her teeth nip and pull at the black gloves on her hands, ripping them off before she shoves them into one of her pockets. she looks at the stranger again, raising an eyebrow,⠀⠀" would you mind being a gentleman and helping a lady out? "

[techniwonder]

❛ who the hell invited you? ❜ -- alan/dolly

dolly.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" you don't know? " ⠀⠀as though he wouldn't, or any detective within the nearest 500 miles for that matter. dolly's known as a 'nosey-reporter', though that's a kinder way to put it compared to what others have had to say. she can sense a story from a mile away, and good god, is this one hell of a story she's about to have on her hands.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" i don't need an invitation, tiger, "⠀⠀ she grins at him, ruby red lips with a faint mark showing the natural hue from the last cigarette she'd smoked before entering. she pulls up her radiator sunglasses and places it on her head, the silhouette almost being that of a crown, ⠀⠀" we're friends, aren't we? i mean, since you seem to know me so well already. "