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A smile crossed her face when he said that she didn't have to help. She, of course, knew that. Sanne never had to do anything, she did what she wanted to and she wanted to help. Maybe she was nice today or maybe it was because he had never given her a reason to not be. She didn't respond when he said that he was good as well, she just nodded and smiled slightly. Sanne watched as he moved to put everything away and when he asked if she would like to go inside she nodded eagerly, "Yeah that would be really, really great." She didn't mean to sound so in need of warmth but Sanne was small and wasn't wearing very heavy clothing. She followed him out of the backyard and thought about the offer of hot chocolate. "Hot chocolate sounds great actually. I could do with a warm, non-alcoholic beverage for once." Even though he wasn't facing her she smiled at him. 

Backyard || Sanne & Twig

Out of the corner of his eye, he had noticed the way she briefly examined her own hands. He was glad that she wasn’t the one to have gotten the splinter. They were horrible little things. A nuisance until removed. When her compliment of his backyard reached his ears, he grinned and looked at her. “Thank you!” Twig wasn’t used to having company over, but it was nice. His mom was hardly home with her long hours at the office, so he only ever had Simba to talk to. He looked over the yard. The ground was thinly growing frostbitten, his treehouse was clear though he knew he had to fix up some of the rotting wood boards to keep it safe for when he went up, the shed in the corner was left ajar for his use. All seemed to be in order. “Good. Good does sound good. Oh, you didn’t have to.” Twig protested a bit when she helped, though he smiled gratefully.

He placed the axe back in the shed, shutting and locking the door. “I’m pretty good, too.” His answer to her question came naturally. He was always in a good mood, usually. His blue orbs caught the way she tried to keep warm against the brisk air, making him feel like he had forgotten his manners. “It’s getting colder out here by the minute, you’re welcome to come inside if you want?” Twig began to pull the handle to the red wagon, the wheels squeaking as they rolled to his command. He waved her along to follow him, even though she hadn’t answered just yet. “I have hot chocolate inside, I can make some for you.” He exited his backyard, his shoes finding the flatness of the black driveway.

#sorry my response is so short #para #backyard #john

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Sanne stood there quietly as he showed her his hand, not really knowing what to say about it. Honestly Sanne had never gotten a splinter in her life, she didn't know the pain of it or if it took time to get out of the skin. She lifted her own hands to examine them, thin and long fingers were all that she saw and she dropped them back down to her side as he moved to pick up the wood on the ground. He had welcomed her to his backyard and she hadn't said a thing. Shaking her head at herself she furrowed her brow, "It's a nice backyard." A nice backyard? What kind of response was that? She rolled her eyes at herself, moving to help him out. It was the least she could do since she had intruded and he wasn't rude about it.

Sanne had spaced out a bit as she helped and his question shook her out of her wonderland state, "Oh... I'm.. good I guess. Yeah. Good sounds right." What does one say after being asked how are you? Do they say how about you or do they just leave the other one to tell them themselves? Wow, she was even more of a weirdo than usual today. "And you?" It had gotten chilly outside and she tugged on her sleeves so they would cover her hands after putting the last of the logs into the wagon. She shivered and crossed her arms tightly, slouching into herself. Just what she needed, a shitty snow storm to go with a shitty day. Maybe if she was lucky she would get stuck somewhere other than home.

Backyard || Sanne & Twig

Twig was too focused on his hand to pick up on her light footsteps against the pavement. Even the wind sounded louder, if only by a little bit. When he felt the tap, he jumped, taking a step back as an unfamiliar instinct. His blue eyes turned, automatically falling on her, which allowed his tense shoulders to loosen once again and his smile to tug the corner of his lips upward. “Sanne, hey!” Twig wiped once again at his palm as if to make sure it didn’t hurt any more. “You wouldn’t believe I just had this huge splinter right here.” He moved his hand to show her, pointing at the spot where the wood had previously pricked into his skin. At least it wasn’t bleeding. The boy dropped his hand back to his side. “Welcome to, uhm, my backyard.” He decided on his words, glancing back at the open gate where she had found her way through. He didn’t mind either, nor did he move to close it or worry that someone else might intrude on him.

The smile didn’t leave his face as he moved to pick up the pieces of split wood he had dropped several minutes before, placing them with the pile already in his wagon. “How are you?” Such a simple question sounded better to him than bluntly questioned her existence on his property, not that he minded Sanne’s sudden company. The wind blew again, the cold biting at his face. It would snow sometime soon. It’s all the news has been discussing and the weather felt like a confirmation. Twig grabbed another block of wood and set it down, grabbing the axe to resume his actions.

#backyard #john #oh no problem! #(:

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Hardly.

Nothing works on me. I make my own decisions and other peoples opinions make no difference.

Nearly out of cigarettes...

Well, well. Someone’s got a dirty mouth.

I was going to go “pure of body, pure of mind”, but that don’t work on you huh?

#chat #darius

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Looks like we'll be stuck inside. Great.

There’s some giant fucking snowstorm moving into the fucking area. Black ice, snowdrifts, fuckin’ sleet. Looks like a trip into the mountains to ski is out of the questions. 

#chat #jake

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Sanne had left her home, which felt empty and alone, to go for a walk and enjoy the last two cigarettes in her pack. She had started up on the first one, leaving the other to tempt her silently. The air was cool around her, not hot but not freezing, and she liked the way the gently breeze played with her long and dark hair. The day had been stressful, filled with homework and fighting with her parents about her coming home later than she had promised the night before. "Nothing gets to me." Sanne grumbled to herself. It was a lie but she had always put on the brave face and fought her way through family drama, anyones drama actually. She was better than everyone in this little town, she knew it and they had to know it too. No one got in her way.

A loud thudding pulled Sanne out of her thoughts and she realized that she had absentmindedly smoked her cigarette down to its end. She flicked it away and curiously moved towards the thudding. The noise led her to a drive way and as she got to the middle of it the noise stopped. Sanne tilted her head to the side and walked forward and through the open gate. In front of her was Twig inspecting something in front of him. What was he looking at? His hand? She was correct. Moving forward she walked up to him and tapped on his shoulder, "Hey there."

Backyard || Open Para

A thud cracked down every time the axe split the block of wood in half and drove into the tree stump that acted as a stopper. Each time, Twig bent to pick up the wood and place it in his rusty red wagon. The air was cool as it bit at his face; the sun would only be up for another half hour or so, which gave him enough light to do the task. He wanted to be prepared for the snow storm and decided to stock up the fireplace for him and Simba. The ground was a bit damp from an earlier rain and he knew he’d enter his house with the smell of the outdoors clinging to his pants and shirt, even if he was only in his backyard.

Twig left the axe in the tree stump, moving to pile the next two blocks of wood in his wagon. The gate to his backyard was open, where he could glance up at the empty driveway. The eighteen year old winced suddenly, dropping the cut wood when he felt an unexpected sharp prick at the side of his hand. He stood there, inspecting his palm and squeezing at the area around the piece of wood stuck in his skin. It was only two seconds more until he carefully pulled the splinter out. Twig flicked it off to the ground, rubbing at his irritated palm.

#sorry my response was really really dumb #fkjdkafjdskfjsdka;fdsa #para #john #backyard

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Sanne felt anger and shock rush through her all at once and instead of wincing at the pain she let go of manic laughter. Her hand shot up to her neck and she bit down on her lip, hard enough to draw blood. She took a couple of deep breaths, eyes closed, and when she exhaled for the last time she looked at him. "That fucking hurt." She said, her tone was strange. Kind of like she had met her match and kind of like she deeply wanted to knee him in the balls. When she had stumbled back earlier she had knocked over her drink and when she looked behind her to pick it up it was pouring out onto the ground. She looked back at him quickly, "Are you fucking kidding me? That stuff was expensive." Sanne was in mid buzz and her neck was throbbing. A debate went on in her mind on whether she should bolt and go treat her wound or if she should stay and stand her ground. She decided on the second one. Bodies were meant to die and what were a few scars going to do? She was a strong girl and in her opinion, superior to this man. Her eyes were on his and, even though there was extreme pain, she dropped her hand to her side and glared into his eyes, refusing to look away.

Burning. || Sanne & Nathan

#dfasjfkdjafksdcsjxsac you're a perfect writer #sorry this response was gay a'f #that was scary though omg #para #nathan #burning

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How do you plan to do it?

Kills self.

#chat #harper

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I couldn't care less. Are you going to give me the whole "your body is a temple" shit that everyone else does?

Nearly out of cigarettes...

Those things’ll kill you, you know?

#chat #Darius

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I could always throw a lit cigarette at him... I think it would be entertaining to see a grown man cry over being burned by a little tiny cigarette.

A lit match could always work too.

Nearly out of cigarettes...

Oh yeah. Throw things is always a good idea. 

#chat #jolie #why does my pyromaniac side always show through in characters #i think it's a tad bit frightening yeah? #i mean Kristen did burn down a house in The Ward

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No? Should I have? 

Nearly out of cigarettes...

Did you at least throw something heavy and pointed at him?

#chat #jolie

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Of course. When I tried it the asshole took my money and shooed me out of the store. 

Nearly out of cigarettes...

Oh. I can see why that would be a problem. Have you tried slipping the cashier a few extra bucks to keep his mouth shut? 

#chat #jolie

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Under 18, got kicked out the last time I tried to flirt my way into getting them. I need someone old enough. I've got the money, of course. 

Nearly out of cigarettes...

Why do you need help getting them? 

#chat #jolie

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Nearly out of cigarettes...

Anyone willing to help me get more?

#chat #starter #rrpgopen

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#face #me #self #fc

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People are genuinely useless, unless they're giving you what you want.

People are genuinely stupid.

#chat #christie

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Sanne rolled her eyes and took the last few drags of her cigarette, she blew the smoke out in a long stream and then laughed at the words that he said. How pathetic. His last words were the ones that really hit her and she, with a shitfaced grin, flicked her still burning hot cigarette at his foot and rolled her eyes when it caught on his shoelace. "It was a fucking offer. You didn't have to be a dick about it. From what I can tell, you're older than me. Way to be an immature little prick about me offering you something of this quality without any charge. I don't put up with bullshit and if you're going to be a whiny little emo bitch about everything go get fucked, cunt." Sanne stood up and dusted her ass off, before pulling the straw out, taking a gulp, and putting the straw back. Moving slightly she leaned against the support bars for the swing set, she honestly wanted to watch him throw a bitch fit about her throwing her lit cigarette at him. After sitting the bottle down at her feet again she crossed her arms and put a little half smile on her face.

Burning. || Sanne & Nathan

#fdkjkfjsdaklfjdsajfkdsc it's okay i understand #this took me forever to write and it was really short #ugh #it was really gay #nathan1 #burning

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"You're fucking stupid. I was trying to figure out why you were sitting like that, ass hat." Sanne rolled her eyes and took another sip of the vodka before sitting the bottle down and pulling a new cigarette from the pack in her bra, she put it between her lips and pulled her lighter from her back pocket. Once the cigarette was lit she put the lighter back and took a long drag. Her eyes scanned him, he wasn't ugly and he wasn't funny looking. Not too scrawny but not too thick. "It was a simple question. You didn't have to answer it all snappy like, dillhole." Smoke trailed from her mouth as she said the words and she brought the cigarette back to her lips, holding it there and allowing her red lipstick to stain the paper. He was blonde and attractive, not her type but definitely someone she could completely headfuck, maybe? She chose against making any flirtatious remarks and picked the bottle back up before moving to go sit down on the swing next to him. She wasn't in the mood to have a full on bitch war with anyone. "Would you like some?" She asked, offering her water bottle. "It's got a bit of a kick." She used her free hand to pull the cigarette from her mouth and allowed the smoke that she had taken in to trail from her lips once again.

Burning. || Sanne & Nathan

#oh my god #i hope my mom doesn't turn the wifi off #ugh #para #burning #nathan1