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singillatim2024-10-14 09:42 pm
desperate_times_right) wrote in singillatim2024-10-14 09:42 pm
Entry tags:
- arthur lester: maniette,
- bigby wolf: jelle,
- billy gibson: jelle,
- casper darling: mimi,
- charles rowland: giz,
- chloe frazer: tess,
- connor wolf: shade,
- cornelius hickey: kates,
- edward little: jhey,
- eren jaeger: lyn,
- illarion: lark,
- jason todd: jessi,
- kieren walker: cheryl,
- konstantin veshnyakov: jhey,
- levi ackerman: dem,
- levi jordan: cirape,
- peter parker: trace,
- ragnar lothbrok: lily,
- randvi: tess,
- raylan givens: arma,
- reiner braun: kas,
- ruby rose: josh,
- wynonna earp: lorna,
- zoey westen: bri
Hot Potato (party log)
Who: Chloe Frazer & any and all party people!!
What: Harvest Celebrations/Halloween Party/Ruby’s Birthday/Rat Marriage/Big Communal Cooking Party so Chloe doesn't burn down her house
When: October 12
Where: At Chloe’s house on Greene Street
Content Warnings: Food descriptions, probably.
Other Notes: Feel free to make this a mingle and reply to other characters!
Chloe had wondered whether to go through with the harvest party once Lalo had disappeared, but as they say, the show must go on. There's still a lot worth celebrating, and people need something hopeful after the mess last month. Luckily her house had made it through everything all right.
The poster had said to wear a costume, so she's hoping to see a lot of those, and she’d recruited some people to help her put together the menu exactly to Lalo’s specifications, so unfortunately no one is safe from British Potatoes. There are even candles for the birthday cake.
Chloe herself is dressed as a sexy lumberjack, with one of Lalo’s old flannels tied in a knot under her breasts and denim cutoffs made from the jeans Kostya had gotten blood on (shh). She's got a fire roaring, because otherwise she’d freeze.
What: Harvest Celebrations/Halloween Party/Ruby’s Birthday/Rat Marriage/Big Communal Cooking Party so Chloe doesn't burn down her house
When: October 12
Where: At Chloe’s house on Greene Street
Content Warnings: Food descriptions, probably.
Other Notes: Feel free to make this a mingle and reply to other characters!
Chloe had wondered whether to go through with the harvest party once Lalo had disappeared, but as they say, the show must go on. There's still a lot worth celebrating, and people need something hopeful after the mess last month. Luckily her house had made it through everything all right.
The poster had said to wear a costume, so she's hoping to see a lot of those, and she’d recruited some people to help her put together the menu exactly to Lalo’s specifications, so unfortunately no one is safe from British Potatoes. There are even candles for the birthday cake.
Chloe herself is dressed as a sexy lumberjack, with one of Lalo’s old flannels tied in a knot under her breasts and denim cutoffs made from the jeans Kostya had gotten blood on (shh). She's got a fire roaring, because otherwise she’d freeze.
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Oh.
Kieren's not put off, or put out, or frightened. Of course he's not.
The bluntness of the question is somehow comforting. Everything out on the table, yeah? Spooky bits and sad parts. Kieren has to wear death and trauma on his face every day, and Charles is trying to prove it's nothing to be ashamed of.]
Didn't drown. [An awkward little smile-that's-not-a-smile.] Made it out of the water, but... I couldn't get warm. Been beat up pretty bad, too, I guess. Hell of a way to find out all of your friends are total wankers.
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It's like when Amy showed him the scars across her stomach, what disease had done to her to put her in an early grave. Kieren's just sad. Sadness that turns into visible confusion — then outrage. ]
Someone did it to you? Your mates did this to you?
[ Kieren remembers the others from the treatment facility. PDS Sufferers come from all walks of life, and all walks of death. Disease; misadventure, usually with drugs involved; even things like car accidents; the older one might have had heart attacks or just died naturally. But this...? ]
They tried to kill you?! [ He stammers in his anger, mouth opening and closing a few times before he can get the words out. He can't manage anything but a very blunt: ] What the fuck.
cw: racist hate crime
But then, he heard the same story from Edwin's mouth, beat by beat. A joke gone wrong at the hands of bullies. Maybe they hadn't been his mates, but they hadn't gone into the night meaning to be murderers. The demon had done that job for them, taking the killing out of their hands. And still, Charles considered them murderers from the first moment he heard it.
Thirty years is a lot to sit with something, and plenty of time to be told that the same applies to him.]
Don't know if they meant to. They did, though. [He stopped giving them the benefit of the doubt somewhere back in the 1990's.] Realized I wasn't white enough for them after all, when I stopped them from beating up a Pakistani kid.
[He's heard the words "hate crime" more and more in recent years, and supposes with a sort of detached consideration that it might apply to him.]
Haven't checked up on them in awhile, but I like to pretend they grew up to be proper miserable, yeah?