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annielenorewright

Was she hearing things that weren’t really there? Was that possible? It gave her a moment of pause, and she shook her head a bit, eyes twisting to the side for a moment. No. That was absolutely ridiculous. How dare this boy try to twist her thoughts in the wrong direction. “No, you said something.” She could have sworn. Glancing down at her churro, she paused for only another moment before taking a bite from it. 

“You’re sure about that,” he laughed, skepticism of her proclamation laced into his words. “Well, then what did I say that made you twist your neck near broken? You realize how many people are around, maybe I wasn’t the one you heard,” he added, offering the both of them an escape from his sailor’s mouth. “Besides, they’re just words. Isn’t there something in a Shakespeare play about them being meaningless?”

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annielenorewright

It was a game, how many days in a row could Annie eat food court churros before she wanted to jump from an extremely high building. She was on day four, and while she was feeling extremely gross, she didn’t yet find a leap to be in order. As she wound her way around the tables in the food court in the mall, she heard something that gave her pause, and turned quickly toward the source of the voice.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, you’re excused but I don’t what for.” He couldn’t stop the soft laugh at her reaction from bubbling out and spilling into a haphazard smile on his face. Some profanities might have slipped through his mumble, swearing to himself back and forth between the jobs being too boring to take up, being too restless not to take a job, and inconsequential words like a madman speaking to his inner demons. Regardless, he minded only himself in her exclamation. “Are you hearing things that aren’t there?”

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huntingchase

          ❝ did i touch a NERVE or something? ❞ as nice as it is to be regarded so HARSHLY, now is really not the time to be caught up in his usual HABITS. ❝ but yeah, landscaping—well, a little. bit of a SIDE project, really. ❞ his smile returns, though not without its subtly DISTURBING edge. he’s never been perfect when it comes to acting NORMAL. ❝ either way, that hole isn’t going to DIG itself, so if you’re sure you’re not interested… you know of anybody who is? i could even spare a few bucks for the LABOR, if i need to. ❞

His lips pursed a little tighter, his grimace more pronounce but his tongue was bit down and bruised from commenting further on the taunt. Still no smile was, only a more direct tone to emphasize his meaning. “Landscaping still doesn’t describe what you need a hole for, especially at this time of year.” The man’s words, in the least, produced a soft huff of a laugh that could have been mistaken for harsh breathing with his disposition. “Spare a few bucks, eh? Damn, you have me sold. You proposition everyone like that?”

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huntingchase

        ❝ —— hey! you look STRONG enough to hold a SHOVEL. wanna help me out with some, uh, LANDSCAPING? ❞ his face splits in a slightly unsettling grin. ❝ i’d really appreciate it. gets hard doing everything all by MYSELF. ❞

The man’s smile had him grimacing, a bitter taste in his mouth for the memory of seeing similar overly embellished grins, tapered off with a question and nice tone too sickening to be as simple as said and done. “Landscaping,” he mocked back, as bitter in tone as the memory, “You don’t sound sure if what you’re doing is even landscaping. What are you moaning for help about?”

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miahawkins

         “In two weeks I haven’t seen shit for a job that I could actually see myself doing.” Sure, there were plenty of them, and Mia’s complaint was more out of frustration than not — more to herself than not, but still …. here she was. A cashier? A waitress? Oh no, one snide remark and she’d be out of there so fast … it wasn’t as if she and Finn needed the cash but it was better to have something to do during the day. Lest she go stir crazy. “Shit.”

“The hardware store didn’t look too awful. Being around hammers and nails, furniture.” His attempt was weak, albeit a small encouragement as he understood her predicament and felt the same frustration. What was he to do? What were either of them to do? No experience, little tolerance for what was considered “good customer service”, but holing up in an apartment would be cabin fever at its finest. “Giving up already? Come on, I can see it now, you being a waitress. You dressed up in some solid colored shirt, taking people’s orders with a cute apron, me coming to visit you at work, you visiting me. It’s the working part I’m not too fond about.”

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★ — ( josh hutcherson, 24, he/him) you can find [ finn thompson ] sleeping with one eye open in their [ flamingo motel room #10 ] at night, and [ maybe looking for a job ] by the light of day. they’ve been in town for [ two weeks ] and their hobbies include [ conning people of valuables, running bank heists with his partner, and breaking/entering homes to rob and murder the residents ]. —— ☆ 

[ content tw for physical abuse, emotional abuse, maltreatment by a parental figure, and underage sexual activity ]

apologies for any repeat info if you already read mia’s intro. mal beat me to it. also, plot with me.

--- finn [ not his real name ] is originally from the slums in wichita, kansas, though it’s possible he wasn’t born there. he doesn’t know; it’s where his foster family was living when they took him and his four foster siblings in, mainly for the money that came with them. --- his parents didn’t care what he did outside the house, but inside was strict. locks were kept on the fridge and pantries to avoid "wasteful eating" often leaving the children malnourished and hungry. leisure time was nonexistent within its walls and all five children slept in the same room proper for only one person. anything they broke was paid for in beatings. --- and his foster parents played favorites among the children, changing which child they would favor day to day, week to week. sometimes finn received wholesome meals and attention for several days only to face harsh beatings the following weeks, in addition to sibling cruelty. the children were pitted against each other for food, affection and attention, so they never bonded in their hardships. --- it made finn spend most of his time away from the house and most of his time was spent with mia, his friend since sandbox days who became his safety as the years went on. his attachment to her developed quickly into an unhealthy dependency, but their relationship was what helped finn bear life at home. --- and as their connection grew so did his emotions and mia became everything to him. they explored together, did everything together, from leisure time to committing petty theft at gas stations [ though the targets became higher priority as they got older ]. they were rarely separated. it was no surprise when they began exploring themselves despite their age prior sexual maturity. --- the moment mia insisted they leave, showing up with blood splatters on her face, finn was already at her heels to drop everything and run at her side. abandoned home, abandoned school, at seventeen he left without a note and they began living for themselves. --- since, their income has been through criminal jobs. from small cons [ i’ll pay anything to get my ring back ] to little heists, it was a means that finn thrived in. he could take for himself, care for himself and mia without facing any foreseen consequences, without having to fight for it. he didn’t need to worry about where he slept, didn’t need to pick locks to cabinet doors or hope the fridge was accidentally left opened. --- they are equal��partners, and finn wouldn’t do anything rash without mia’s opinion or approval. however, finn is a very angry boy who becomes overly protective or possessive when he believes himself threatened [ especially over mia ]. she is his everything and, for as unhealthy as their relationship is, she is the only being he trusts implicitly. as for others, he hears double meanings in their words and questions their actions almost to paranoia. almost. he’ll perceive insults when none were given or perhaps give a punch where he thought it necessary when his temper is piqued.  --- over the past two years their jobs have escalated from small town crimes to full robbery, though they are careful with their jobs: ones that make good profit but don’t require more manpower than themselves. a recent heist was one of a small bank which garnered more attention from police than they were comfortable with. --- and within the past year, although the theft seems diminished from their still occasional bank crimes, the two have graduated to breaking/entering homes and murdering the residents before the plunder. it keeps the thrill going, doesn’t it? --- now he’s landed here with mia at his side, laying low while the search for them wanes but already planning their next job.

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“Nobody ever robs restaurants. Bars, liquor stores, gas stations… you get your head blown off sticking up one of them. Restaurants on the other hand, you catch with their pants down. They’re not expecting to get robbed.” -Pulp Fiction (1994)