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alicexbuchanan:

Alice lay in bed, trying to figure out what ‘time’ it was. She slept irregularly, and only ate when she was hungry. She ran by Liam’s schedule, relying on him to decide when was when. At the sound of a knock on the door, she smiled. Morning, then. As she opened the door, pulling a faded sweatshirt and pair of badly torn jeans on, she nearly gagged at the smell. “Rain again?” She asked as she walked down the hall. “I’ve still got decent rain boots and a windbreaker. You?”

“Ruined my favourite coat yesterday. So currently, I’ve got nothing.” The sense of domestic bliss was such a lie in their house was so false, but for a moment, Liam let himself get lost in it. Living together in the same house was more of a convenience than anything. Alice needed a house, he had space. Exiting the bathroom, he stretched. “Think I’m going to have to pick some up from somewhere. Don’t think I’ve ever seen a pair in the supermarket, have you?” His work shoes were by the door, but to walk through the puddles to work...now that was a little bit of a problem.

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even though time was a concept that was almost lost in this place, liam liked having order. there was a certain way that things ran in his professional and personal world. and ever since alice started working with him, he was strict to enforce the same order in their shard professional lives. so today ‘morning’ was no different either; it started off with rain, followed by the disgusting smell that woke him up, almost like clockwork.

well then, he thought to himself as he walked to the bathroom and knocking loudly on her door as he passed by. they had to get to the clinic by whatever time they deemed well enough. and he would have to search for good rainboots. and maybe a coat too. all the washing was getting tedious.

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hamptonandrew:

“Maybe.. just maybe she doesn’t deserve you. Maybe she wasn’t the right one for you?” he said and shrugged, a smirk forming on his lips. “Love is weakness, like I have said time and time again. And you only just proved that theory of mine. So thank you, dear Will for doing so” 

“I wasn’t in love with her, let me tell you that much. I���m just upset that she feels the same way, that’s all. Fuck that life, I’m much happier here than I was back there.” Why was he lying? And who was he lying to? Of course he didn’t have a good life here. But he wasn’t going to let anyone tell him otherwise, now was he?

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hamptonandrew:

“Hm, interesting” he lied and just looked at him and then around at their surroundings once again before back at him. A chuckle left his lips when he heard his next words. “You’re dead.. you really think she would sit around and mope forever?” he asked and tilted his head a little, a smirk forming on his lips. 

“Like what? Wasn’t I good enough for at least two more years or something? Our relationship must have really meant very little to her. Aren’t I glad I got to walk out of this unscathed?” But that wasn’t the only thing bothering Liam and it felt like everyone knew it but him.

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dianaburden:

Diana slowly reached out towards the record player, trying not to make a sound, and quietly shut off the power. “Hello.” She called back, chewing on her lip. “I- I didn’t realize anyone else came in here.” As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she made out a face. She recognized him; didn’t know him well, but had seen him around. 

“I was in the neighbourhood. I heard the music and I was wondering if this place had gained sentience of some sort.” Liam didn’t move any further than he was, trying to adjust to the dim lighting in the place. The music stopped and the place had become eerie again. Irrationally, fear began to take the place of false bravado. “Could you..let it play? It felt nice.”

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kiantaylcr:

the voice, unexpected since he hadn’t seen a single soul since being at the clinic, made him jump slightly.

“the beyond.” kian repeated a few times, letting the name roll off his tongue uncertainly. “beyond…what?” christ, now he was even more confused. and what did he mean by oldies? and why didn’t it do him good? “isn’t the whole point that you walk through that? i woke up inside it. if i walk back in, i can find my way back to the gallery.” he was certain of it.

an incredulous laugh slipped past his lips. “dead. yeah, right. look, pal, i don’t know who you are, but that’s a fucked thing to tell somebody you’ve only just met.” the question took him off-guard. his name. he turned then, to look at him. “kian. my name is kian.” it worried him, how long it took to answer the question. it was like a small part of him really had forgotten.

“tell me honestly, liam. where am i? don’t fuck with me.”

“you’re...in the in between, i suppose. people call it a lot of things, like purgatory for example. i suppose this is our resting place, till the big guy in the sky decides where he likes us best.” liam shrugged, looking at kian. it took him back; the first time liam had woken up, he too had tried running away into the beyond, only to come back and feel everything at once.

smiling ruefully, liam shook his head. “you’d wish i was kidding. welcome to whatever the fuck this place is mate. it’ll come back, one by one. hopefully, one by one. it just gets you like, right in the gut when you least expect it. and no, we’re really dead. no pulse, and no warmth either.”

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tcrturedanastasia:

“well, don’t get too used to that.” anastasia snickered - she was speaking from experience. “it will keep soaking through depending on your wounds and there’s nothing you can do about it.

“lucky me, my wounds are more internal then.” and there came the pain, radiating in his chest. the gentle throbbing made it’s home in the same place again and he sighed. “what’s your poison?”

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deliajcnes:

“what do you mean by that?” the child asked, expression laced with confusion 

“you’re going to have to be more specific about what you want. this place has way more questions than it has answers for.”

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nessaharris:

Vanessa shrugged and leaned back, a smirk still occupying her lips as she continued to peer at the man that was currently engaged in conflict with a piece of lettuce stuck between his teeth. “I’m fascinated by anything gross, including dentistry.” She arched her brows and folded her arms over her chest. “What fascinates you?”

“I can tell you it’s not dentistry. They have too easy down there with the teeth. I worked hard for my title.” As for what fascinated Liam, that was one question he never asked himself. His time at the clinic hadn’t really taught him anything that he could hold on to, except for the fact that human life was fleeting and it ended at any time. “I did like being in control at one point of time in my life. So I suppose that fascinates me. Not in the way your fascination works, but the idea is the same.”

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belovedhelena:

It was a nice change, being outside of the clinic. Although outside was not Helena’s definition of it. Sunless. Windless. The perpetual fog. It was among the things she noticed immediately, the weather. Growing up surrounded by brilliant grasslands and playful gusts of wind, she could never imagine living anywhere that was the total opposite. Well, turns out she didn’t have to imagine anything. To say that the drastic change of scenery caught her off guard would be an understatement. It would be silly to say that she got her energy from her surroundings, but at the moment, Helena was feeling just as depressed as the sky was grey. 

She couldn’t recall exactly how she ended up at the bus stop. She wasn’t looking for solitude. She wasn’t looking for anything, really. Tucking some strands of brown hair behind her ear, she glanced at the man whom she shared the seat with. Studying him a little bit, she pursed her lips, then looked down at her hands on her lap. “Crappy weather we’re having,” Helena mused.

It had taken a while to get used to the fog around the place, the dense feeling of sadness creeping into his system. He now understood why people around here walked like they carried the weight of the world on their shoulders. Which they did, but it was the weight of their sins that kept them sticking around here, for so long that some of them, including him, had forgotten what living felt like.

It certainly wasn’t like this. The creaking of the bench of the bus stop caused him to look up at the female who sat beside him on it. “Good thing this place doesn’t have local news, am I right? All we’d hear would be grey skies with a chance of blood. Maybe this time, it will rain AB negative and the living might even rejoice.”

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confidcncerae:

      she’s on her way back from the library, arms laden with books that she has no plans to return. the house she has long since claimed as her own is a few blocks away and she’s headed in that direction, already envisaging getting tucked up on her old couch with a new book. moving at a speed that seems unfitting for a corpse, rae barely notices the uneven corner of the paving and the toe of her boot catches it at the last second. books launch themselves from her grasp, body tumbling as she hits the ground with a thump. “oh for fucks sake-” the redhead curses, glancing up to look around irritably. spotting a familiar face lingering in the bus stop, she nods towards her books. “little help, peaches ??”

The swearing got to him before the rest, a familiar sound in a not-so-familiar place. It was the sound of normalcy, that some human habits couldn’t be broken, even after death. Curiosity got the better of him and he turned to stand. Fallen books. A swearing girl on the ground. Right. “Of course yeah. I mean, that’s what we have all of eternity for, right?”

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kiantaylcr:

he was confused. and a little shocked. really, he was. the last thing he remembered seeing was his father, for the first time in years, bodies dropping all around him. they were dead, presumably, but he couldn’t be sure. then…nothing. black. he didn’t even remember pain, too shocked to feel the hole in his temple, and the blood leaving a track down his cheek seemed to have dried.

kian looked up, exhausted. he had walked for ages in this foggy landscape and had eventually arrived to a place dubbed “the clinic”. he thought he was in a hospital, and then they just…let him go. what was there for him to do here? he didn’t know where he was. he tried asking where his dad was taken, but the worker had just given him a smile and turned away without answering the question.

now he was back standing at the edge of the fog. maybe if he walked back in, he could hear his parents’ voices again. that’s what had happened when he first found himself walking through. where were they?

he let out a shaky breath. “where am i?” came the whimper.

“i don’t know what it’s called, but the oldies call it the beyond. really painful, and honestly doesn’t do you any good.” liam had chosen to oversleep, even though liam didn’t really much and he didn’t have a choice when the rain started making a mess in the bedroom. dressed in the same clothing he had been wearing for quite some time now, the man observed the new comer.

he shrugged, looking into the fog. “i’m not quite sure what to call this place. we’re dead alright, but i don’t know what happens next. do you remember your name?” turning to face him fully, liam could feel a part of him feeling sorry for the poor guy. the doctor decided to cut him some slack for now; he could be bullied later, once he had gotten used to the place.

“i’m liam.”

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deliajcnes:

due to the freshness of her death, delia lacked any knowledge of what had happened to her or where she was. however she knew there was something unusual going on. this was nothing like home. and the people — well, the people certainly didn’t all look right. looking down, she was wearing the same outfit she’d put on for school that morning. except it was torn in various places and decorated with bits of blood. you’re probably sleeping in class, she thought. “okay….okay, that makes sense, i guess,” the child mumbled to herself before deciding she might as well explore this place her mind had conjured up. she’d barely taken a few steps when she’d bumped into a figure much larger than her. “oh!” she squeaked, looking up at them with a bit of fear in her eyes.

“easy now, little girl. you’re going to hurt---who am i kidding? no one hurts themselves in this place.” liam wasn’t happy about this new arrival at their doorstep. a fucking child, God? that’s just sick, big guy. he had gone into the other room to straighten out her papers when he heard her walk around. the fact that she wasn’t in hysterics was good. “welcome to nowhere, kid. this is going to be your life for...i dunno how long this thing even lasts.”

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dianaburden:

Diana had scoured the record store many times, but there always seemed to be something new for her. The record player in there was much bigger than the one she had at home, and seemed to be stuck to the wall, so she never bothered to take it. As she scanned the dusty shelves, her eyes landed on one in particular. TV Themes of the 40s, 50s, and 60s! It exclaimed in bright red letters on the cover. Diana picked it up, scanning the titles on the back for something she recognized. A faint smile made its way onto her face at the listing for Howdy Doody. She remembered watching it when she was about twelve, before their television was sold. Carefully, she took the record out of the dust jacket and placed it onto the player. She dropped the needle onto the fifteenth set of grooves, counting them out carefully. As the song began to play, she lay down on the floor in the darkened room and shut her eyes. She began to sing along softly with the children on the recording, letting out a sigh. But at the sound of the door creaking open, she jumped up, backing against the wall. The song continued to play as she waited for whoever it was to step closer.

Liam had never really entered the record store before, he realised. He walked past it many, many times, yes. But this was the first time he could actually hear something from inside the place. He missed the sound of music, the feeling of playing a piano, and the whole sensation and memory. Gently nudging the door, just to hear it creak, he helped himself inside. He could hear the song more clearly now, and it wasn’t something he recognized. But judging by the static and whatnot, the doctor figured it might have been either old or damaged. But if there was a record playing, someone had to be here. Logic dictated so. “Hello?”