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“I suppose princess is much more fun, less politics and likeliness of getting ones head cut off - depending on the court.” Winslow chuckled, “I haven’t the attention span for it, and I have rotten luck with keeping journals or pens without losing them. Or anything entirely, but it’s alright - because maybe someone else found a pen you’ve lost and came a great playwright or something!” 

Dahlia beamed at the doe eyed young woman. “That’s nice. It sounds like poetry.” She giggled, rocking back and forth on her heels. Her words were flattering, quite a bit more than she had expected. “I’m hardly a queen. A princess, maybe? But nevertheless, you should be a poet.”

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tigerxheart:

Tiger snorted in amusement when Lola almost missed the lighter and she shook her head as she lit up. “Just testing your reflexes there, Lo. Glad to know they’re still on point.” Tiger pointer her thumb and forefinger at Lola, making a clicking sound with her mouth before returning the cigarette to sit between her teeth. She knew of Lola as one of her mothers employees but beyond much, she didn’t hold much information about the girl. “No problem, dude. Gotta look out for each other when lighters are being shitty.” She kid, shrugging one shoulder and blowing smoke into the air. “I was really bad with lighters when i was sixteen and would buy the two dollar ones. They always broke or ran out quick though so I had to buy some of the more expensive ones.”

Pretending to be shot, dramatically placing her hand over her chest and ‘fainted’ - catching herself and twirling around in stead. “I’m like a puma cat, annnnd you’re like a tiger cat-- and we’re both in the clear because from what I hear everybody wants to be a cat.” She half sang the last part of her reply, tapping her feet along to it. Her smile pulled itself wider at Tiger’s next reply and she nodded along with vigor, “remember the first time you tried using a lighter? How it seems impossible and your thumb is like a full-on blister.” Winslow laughed at this strange nostalgia.

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“Lap dance? Sorry I’m a dancer, not a stripper - though I can see the confusion on a given day.”

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sycophantias:

“Do you think I’m pretty?” She turned to the person next to her with a dazzling smile painted on her pink lips. She knew it was a loaded question, that was why she had to ask. She clasped her hands together loosely, lavender painted fingers intertwining.

Her smile widened, too big eyes growing wider as she nodded with vigor. “Your hair is the color of fire and your eyes are the color of ice, you’re like something out of a storybook. Like a faerie queen.”

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charlotte--diamond:

“Wellllll I was a child who was scarred for life and I turned out just fine, thank you very muuuuch.”

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charliexheart:

He gave her a lighthearted unimpressed look. “That wouldn’t last a day let alone a week. Now, be honest, did you pull a McLovin?” He asked as a slightest trace of a smirk grew from the corner of his lips. Charlie shifted to lean his back against the wall and watched the few people walking by. It made it easier to distract himself, but there was no change in his craving for the little stick thriving in nicotine. “There was a time when people thought they didn’t bring harm so almost everyone smoked. It’s…impossible to make something with that mass illegal, especially since doctors used to recommend it.“ He said with a heavy chuckle since it was funny, and yet, there was still a solemness to the laugh. “Lighting? Isn’t that more advanced?” He teased unable to shake off his pensive mood before she offered the cigarette over again. It made his sick to his stomach just looking at it, but…the yearning sensation of the relaxation it brought was too difficult to deny. Without answering her questions, he pinched the cigarette to raise the bud to his lips. There was a moment of hesitation. “Just this once.” A lie. An obvious lie.

“Well I don’t know about that, I could be rather saint like. Especially at work, or well breaks. Cause that’s when you’ve actually got to listen to them drab on and onnnnn. It’s like I get it Harold, you want to leave your wife. I get it.” Doing an rowing motion by bending her hand at the wrist over and over before letting it fall back down to her knee and rubbing it over a scuff she had gotten probably earlier that week. “Yeah.. wild world. I mean there was a time when cocaine and wine was the cola we drink today. And that was sold a medicine or potion or what-have-you... I wish I was alive then. To cry cocaine-cocacola, I’d be like me-me-me-me-meeee I want moooooore.” Her voice raising a few pitches, feet leaving the ground in the form of tiny hops that scooted her closer for a moment and laughter bursting from her stomach again. Eyes squinting to study the almost lived out cigarette in fascination. 

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detectivegunner:

      “That is true. Though I hope that you don’t get too dizzy…” Tally trailed off with concern. She pressed her lips together and laughed as the girl went on and on. Tally was used to it and didn’t mind the chatter. It wasn’t unusual to be around a chatty person for her. Hell, everyone was chatty compared to her. “Yes. He’s spotted, a safari cat. He looks a bit like a wild cat that you’d find, you know what they look like, right? His name is Ambrose, and I’m not sure that he can see colours, but he is quite attached to a pair of polka dotted blankets that I keep on the couch. And it’s fine. I don’t mind at all. Talk as much as you want.”

“Dizzys okay, unless of course you’re not prepared for it - or are very particular to not being so. Or are on stage, cause if you fall off that baby you’re bruised for like weeks. And the make up you use for thaaat smells really funky.” Her hand dropped from her lips, revealing an entertained grin as she listened on about this exotic and domesticated creature. “I think so, like mini cheetas or leopards right? And polka-dots is a color in my book, especially if it’s his favorite.” She nodded along in agreement, freezing at her next words - ones she wasn’t too familiar with hearing. Usually people were begging her to shut up it seemed, not that the information that usually spewed from her mouth was entirely useful. I mean it wasn’t useless exactly, but not many people needed to know how many daily storms Jupiter experienced while on their work commute. Her mouth opened, but as a rare happening: nothing came out. Pausing she shook her head a few times and laughed - loudly, folding her body in half as if to study her shoe laces before jolting back up. “So wait, what’s your name then? Because now I know your cats and that’s rather silly.”

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poppymontenegro:

      “Then I mean it’s obvious that it’s broken because you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Well I never know what I’m doing, so you’ve got me there. Or maybe I know exactly what I’m doing and it’s been my plan all along to convince people other wise.”

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cameronxpeterson:

“You want me to break the law. That all?” Cameron scoffed. She could keep the lighter alright, but he wasn’t putting his neck on the line. “Think I’ll pass,” he said, giving her a curt nod before heading off. “You have yourself a good evening.”

“Oh boo, come on!” She called after him, giving her arms a small toss as if she had done nothing wrong. “You act as if you haven’t broken the law before, seeeesh.” Knowing well the conversation was over she rolled her eyes and pivoted on her heel, muttering disapproval under her tone - as if he had been the one out of the line. Whatever the line was, wherever it was: probably up her nose.

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You can tell from the scars on my arms, and cracks in my hips, and the dents in my car, and the blisters on my lips, that i’m not the carefullest of girls.

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cameronxpeterson:

“Already gave you a lighter.” Meaningless chatter was fine, but anything more and Cameron was inclined to be guarded. “And I don’t agree to deals without knowing the details first. What d’you want?” He said it bluntly, not unkindly. Curious people like herself had the unfortunate habit of turning recklessly dangerous. And the only kind of surprise Cam liked was one he’d diligently prepared for.

“And if I give the lighter back?” She piped up in argument, quickly crossing her arms in front of her chest. “And it wasn’t a deal until you mentioned the lighter, and now I’m extending one thank you very muuuuch.” Sticking up her pointer finger to bullet point the situation. “I only want an original picasso, by sun down... Or you could buy me a bottle of vodka about yay-big and we call it even? I’ll even give you the money, but this is like the fourth time this month I’ve been kicked out of that mini-mart. I’m pretty sure they have a picture of me on their wall and not even a flattering one.” 

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charliexheart:

“A week…” Charlie repeated in disbelief. ”Did…you attempt to create the ID yourself or what?” He wanted for it to be obvious that it was a playful tease, but with a cigarette being in his presence, it was difficult to maintain the tension of craving for it from running through his mind, especially now that he had a taste. It was like his whole focus was to avoid the temptation, so his attitude came off as being serious. Hearing her reasoning, he forced a small smile knowing full well those were the reasons he had even started the habit. “I know. It is comforting.” He admitted in a low voice before dropping his head. “And, um…yea, I’m starting to see that, and yet, I’m still standing here.” He sighed heavily out as his eyes look over at hers just as she blew the smoke out of her nose. Scrunching his face up a little when she sneezed, a distasteful hum emitted at how uncomfortable it appeared before chuckling a bit. “What a dragon.”

“Yeah, I nabbed one of those fake Jesus ID’s and pasted my picture over it.” Keeping her face still and composed for as long as she could, hoping he’d believe her if only for a split second. However as it so often did, that grin that constantly coated her lips had begun to coax itself out. “Also it’s legal, which helps in some light. But is rather ridiculous when you think about it, and if you think about it a minute longer it all makes sense again.” Blabbering on as she so often did, taxes and medical bills zipping through her cloudy mind. Grin spreading wider at his mention at still being present in her company: then came the sneezing, the head spins, his laugh. Her hair bouncing as she twisted her head from side to side to alleviate the feeling, beginning to chortle as well as it subsided. “Alright, so my fire breathing needs work.. but maybe it’s not my forte - maybe I’ll end up sneezing lightning or something.” Offering the cigarette over once more. “Hey besides, it isn’t so bad if we’ve basically finished off the other half for one another right? It’s a step?” Bullshit of course, but somehow it made her feel better.

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detectivegunner:

      “Its not at all as great as it sounds. It’s pretty much the opposite of rad.” Tally laughed, shaking her head slightly “Mm, maybe. Sometimes. There’s something sad about everything really, even the happy things. I guess that’s not so bad though unless you let it hurt you.”

      “Trust me when I say that you shouldn’t. What can I say? I really paid attention in junior high during the Greek mythology course we took ironically enough in my English class. It was probably the only time that I paid attention.” Tally winced at the mention of the botchery that was any Disney movie. “Sadly enough, I was just out to buy cat food. I live with an insatiable beast.”

“But there’s opposingly there’s something good about everything that’s bad too, in some light. Even if it’s strobe light and makes you dizzy.” Wow, junior high seemed so long ago - even for her. She doubted she could remember anything she was taught at all in those three years. Her attention was snatched at the mention of cat food, large eyes growing larger and words barely containing her excitement at this cat she would probably never even see outside of her own imagination. “You, own, a cat? A beastly cat?” Her fingers drumming against the back of her palm as question after question formed in her brain. “What color is it? Oh what’s it’s name? What’s it’s favorite color--.” Drumming fingers now coming up to her cracked lips and freezing there. “S-sorry, sometimes I can’t control it.” Tone now sheepish like a scolded child’s.

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poppymontenegro:

      “Do you want an honest answer or a sarcastic one?”

“Sarcastic, definitely. There’s too much honesty in the world lately.” 

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tigerxheart:

“Here, use mine.” She tossed her lighter to the girl before taking a drag of her own cigarette. 

“No way!” The girl piped up, almost missing entirely that something had been thrown her way - but managing to catch it before it caused damage to her face or the lighter. “Woah, I did not think I was gonna catch that one.” Her reflexes not exactly the highest ranking skill she possessed. None the less she had her light and still lacked a black eye, not the worst Monday in the books. “Thanks, you’re a doll.” Sparking the end of her smoke and taking a drag in, the air between them smelling like tobacco and something muskier mixed together. “I think I have the most rotten luck with lighters, maybe it’s cause I’m pulled more towards aesthetic than capability…” A certain calm seeming to float over her.

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cameronxpeterson:

“It’s a hell of a read, I’ll tell you that.” Cam watched her bouncing through narrowed eyes, willing her to stop. Positive people, he liked, but lately his tolerance for displays such as this one had worn thin. He was glad to change the subject. “What do the other girls read then? Kafka? Tolstoy? Voltaire?” Cameron asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

Her cigarette had reached it’s end and just like that-- shooting star, zipping across the shadows cascaded over the cobblestone streets. “Not entirely.. wait I did read Anna Karenina so I suppose Tolstoy is on there. Besides that you know, mostly People Magazine. Which I’m not entirely allowed to borrow because I cut it up last time, you ever have those moments when you just need to collage something?” Azure eyes skimmed him top to bottom, “maybe not.”

“Say you aren’t happening to feel like a mighty good samaritan today, are we?” Perking up as a new idea crossed her mind.

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detectivegunner:

      “Mhm, the inhaler? I’ve got a few different kinds. Even had to use a space chamber as a kid before I got into sports.” A small laugh passed her lips as she listened to the girl, reminded more and more of the kids that she’d lived with until eighteen. “True. This is a strange place. A strange, sad place.”

      “Mm, a sear? No, I’m shit at looking to my future. I’d probably be a Fury. Tisiphone or one of those. It seems more fitting than anything else.”

“I know it was probably the opposite of rad, but when they call something a space chamber... it kinda, sorta, sounds rad. Just a bit, tiny, bit. In name.” Pinching a small square inch of air with her fingers to demonstrate visually. “Sad, but aren’t most lovely things sort of sad?”

“Female spirit of vengeance and justice, remind me to never strike your bad nerve. Also I’m partially impressed, most peoples extent of Greek or Roman myth leads up as far as Hercules. The Disney interpretation.” She laughed, covering her mouth to muffle just how high in pitch it had been. “So where were you off to, originally, just now?”