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heaven-clarence:
“One of my jobs is a tattoo artist. Best thing
I could get out of my bachelor’s.” She snorted
in disgust. “Never seen designs like those
though. Who made them?”
Natural curiosity kept her asking. Aside from
drawing on people with ink, (a.k.a. the best
job in the world,) she also wasted her time
waitressing for a few extra bucks.
She would give anything to break the monotony
of that. Learning some new designs could do that.
Visibly impressed he turns back to her completely.
Already he likes her more than he did five minutes
ago. He pushes back his sleeves to let her get a
better view.
“Well some of them are actually mine.”
He says a bit proudly, because no one has ever
asked and she seems to like them.
“I’m not a tattoo artist, most of these I didn’t do
but I did design, and I hope to have my own shop.
maybe some day.”
#yeah that's fine with me#i'm closing all of my still open threads#cause technically he hasn't died yet in them.#i'm glad you wanna keep going though n/n#v. tucker island#heavenclarence
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resilientbones:
❛ there’s no way to reach them. ❜
Jules is visibly annoyed.
but it’s not like it’s her fault.
He nods and walks off.
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[B e t r a y e d] -
Didn’t even have enough time to put up a fight
or go out with Trench or maybe even ask that
cute girl for her number. His life was over.
[D E C E A S E D] -
#v. tucker island#goodbYE FRIENDS#i'm gonna finish out the threads on the first day and then jules is out#thank u for including me in this.#SPArks is still alive currently
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#i AM DEAD#which sucks cause i like jules more than sparks on here#anyway#THIS WAS FUN#thanks for including me#v. tucker island
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heaven-clarence:
Her head rolled back on her neck to grin
up at him. He was kinda cute, actually.
“Whiskey would be a life saver.”
Her eyes traced over what ink showed
on his skin, clearly appreciative of the
varied designs.
“Love the tats, by the way.”
He nods with politeness ready to
begin her pathway towards the kitchen
but he heard her speak again. So he
stayed for a moment longer.
Her comment surprised him because
he was sure most of them were hiding
behind his uniform. Some of them peeped
out occasionally. He smiled at her politely.
“Thanks, not most people do.”
That’s the most honest he’d been with anyone
on the island so far besides Trench.
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musicofabroken:
“I’m so sorry. I myself haven’t seen my roommate in awhile. I’m sort of worried.
“I think we should be worried about everyone.
I’m starting to think two murders on one island
is troubling for every one.
Jules said the stranger, he barely recognized from
the party he worked at not too long ago.
#thanks for the reply#and technically im ur roomate cause im the mun for sparks haha#i'll do ur reply rn#musicofabroken#v. tucker island
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i. do not fall in love with me.
for i am hungry and cruel & i
will hollow you out with heavy
secrets & ugly insides.
i am not beautiful, i am scarred.
my mind is dusty archives with
paper thoughts that my wildfire
heart has a tendency to burn.
i will burn you. i will not provide
you warmth.
because i am selfish & frigid &
i will steal your offered comfort.
ii. do not fall in love with me.
for i am a killer.
finger pointed in a permanent
pistol, i will whisper compassion
with the heavy barrel of my gun.
iii. do not fall in love with me
because i am cruel.
i am jealous & messy & savage
& i will show you what a true monster
is. i will posses you utterly.
i will suffocate you.
iv. do not fall in love with me.
for i am a sadist and i will feed
you my chaos affection & you
will choke.
v. do not fall in love with me.
for i am a liar.
i will hurt you & crush you & scream
my strength into the air between us.
i will make you feel wonderful & worthless.
vi. do not fall in love with me.
for i am weak.
& i will inhale you more than the
stolen oxygen in my butterfly lungs.
i will rely on you with my life & i will
lock my heart away inside your ribcage
because I do not trust myself with it.
vii. do not fall in love with me.
for i will need you.
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“Autumn was my roommate.
but I never saw her”
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resilientbones:
❛ from what jo said, sounds like he was shot in the head. ❜
“I guess word of mouth can change things.
That’s still pretty messed up on all levels.
Have we called the authorities.”
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heaven-clarence:
;open to the verse
“What ?? If we’re stuck here, I’m going to enjoy myself.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
Although he had looked at her funny,
and hey she was right. The pool wasn’t
closed. She had the freedom to do whatever
she liked. Jules was only there to pick up
glasses after all.
“Would you like anything to drink?”
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{drunky }
“ cheers, mate. you’re a saint. ”
being HUNGOVER seemed to be something of
a lifestyle choice ever since his arrival on the island.
the prospect of something to line the stomach was
perhaps the SMART thing to do.
He nods a silent ‘your welcome’ to the stranger
who took the beer he’d offered him. He looks him
over for a second, and asks with a raised eyebrow.
“You doing alright? Too much last night?”
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“He was DEAD?! He
fucking hung himself?”
#v. tucker island#open to every in verse I DO NOT have another thread with#wanna interact with every one.
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gofvckyourself:
“too bad you’re not a good cook,” she shoots
back, sticking her tongue out at him. trench
rolls off the pool table and hops down, getting
the pool sticks and gathering up the balls in the
triangle rack. setting them up, she looks up at
him and shrugs softly.
“i dunno, there’s a party i’m probably gonna hit
up on wednesday, wanna come?
that is if uncle george doesn’t drag me along for
another one of these fuckin’ shit shows,” she says
with a scoff. “what about you, babe? any hot date
or anything?”
her eyelashes flutter over at him as she maneuvers
herself over to the opposite end of the table with the
pure white cue ball and hits it hard into the triangle
of spheres, watching them ricochet along the green
felt.
He feigned being hurt, grabbing his chest to
dramatize his reaction. “Ouch Trench, and here
I thought I was the next contestant in America’s
Top Chef.”
Jules watches her arrange the game and
automatically knows their in a game together. He
grabs a stick of his own and just listens to her.
This is their usual routine.
His eyebrows raise in surprise at her invitation.
They’ve yet to hang out outside of work. Not that
he has any reason to turn her down but it’s never
happened. He’s heard a few times about her uncle
but never enough to remember it.
Jules shakes his head silently. There was a lot of
reasons why he didn’t have romantic love interests.
He wasn’t entirely appealing to most pretty girls.
Sometimes he almost felt they were threatened by him.
Mostly it’s because he didn’t try or notice when
they were interested.
“Maybe I’ll come. If we ever get outta here”
He joked, he’d probably go out with her on Wednesday.
In one swift move he leans and pockets a purple four.
“Guess I’m colors.”
)( * jules & trench * )(
#IM SORRY I MADE THIS SO LONG#but i kinda ship em too. a lil bit#too BAD THEYRE DEAD#DEEEADDDD#lol jk#mostly#gofvckyourself#v: ti c: trench#v. tucker island
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“Did anyone else hear the scream?”
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offragmentisms:
doughy irises scanned the room slowly before landing on the voice that spoke
out to her. She didn’t mean to offend him, but she hadn’t eaten since she got off
the ferry. Being prone to sea sickness, she didn’t bother to eat before she stepped
aboard & the long hour trip did nothing but make her hungrier and hungrier.
despite the crumbling facade that was her patience she
managed to tarnish her features with a smile. She could remember gently what it
was like working in customer service, how many times had she been a waitress ?
A careless wrinkle of the nose takes place as she responds to the word “ma’am”…
really ?
“ Please ;; for the love of all that is holy, don’t call
me ma’am, i’m like 21. — I’m just really hungry.
it doesn’t even have to be something big, I just
fruit, or cheese…anything ? “
Jules had noticed how young she was. pretty too. but he always
had a level of formality with all his guests. Then again, a “miss”
would have sufficed. Her politeness was enough for him to even
attempt to look. In the back of his mind he could remember something
in the fridge. So he nods,
“Actually, I think I have a left over platter of food,
Let me just go check okay, miss”
After a minute or two he finds a couple platters, and he adds several
of the left over contents on a clean plate. The plate includes some
cheese, some fruit, and other wedding appetizers. He brings it over
to her without any annoyance. He’s glad to do any thing really, He’s
kinda bored at this point.
“Some of our leftovers. Hope it satisfies...
If not I could whip something up for you”
#offragmentisms#i made this a little long sorry#we can keep this within the early sunday before every thing happens#v. tucker island
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