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luanne jackson / @unbaptism : 008. back row of an empty movie theater .

IT WAS VERY TYPICAL OF OLD RE-RUNS to garner either a huge audience, or none at all. the latter had occurred tonight, but chris didn't care all that much. over time, he'd developed a great connection with wet cigarettes' luanne jackson and he'd invited her tonight to see a childhood favourite of his. they didn't need a full room to break any ice between them, it had occurred long ago.

‘ noooooo! ’ chris cries out, reacting to the death of a character. he begins to throw chunks of popcorn as far as he can, but obviously falling short of the movie screen.

kicking his feet up onto the seat in front, chris holds out the popcorn bucket to luanne, ‘ sorry, you were eating these. ’

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CHRIS LOVED THESE KIND OF NIGHTS. meeting new people, sharing the stage with other bands, bumming a smoke or two over conversations about johnny ramone. it was hard work matching the energy of the last performers & setting the bar for the next, but chris and the gang did it with experienced ease & punked-up passion.

‘ hey puddin! ’ chris chimed, always becoming more southern around counterparts such as luanne, ‘ ain't much like home out here. hog-killing weather. you'll catch your fuckin' death. ’

his heavy leather jacket sits snug around luanne's shoulders, while he himself derives whatever warmth he can from the cigarette offered to him. ever since they met, chris felt a desire to look out for luanne -- like she'd been his friend all along. he could see himself in the fire of her eyes, and he respected that heavily.

[ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 ] : sender drapes a coat / cape / etc. around receiver's shoulders. (southerners! look! out! for! one! another!)

for you i would...

it's a cold night, colder than she's used to. heavy, humid georgia nights wrapped around her like her mothers embrace, not like these nights she spent anywhere that wasn't home. she's squatting on the ground outside whatever venue they had played that night, cigarette between her fingers as she stares into the night. she wishes she hadn't worn a tank top tonight, the sweat she had worked up chilling her skin as the night dries it down. goosebumps spring up along her arms, teeth chattering a little. it's then the fabric envelopes her shoulders, looking up at the man with a raised brow and a soft smirk. "well, hello, cowboy. awful nice of you," she says with a slow drawl, holding her cigarette out to him. "want some?"

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amina farris / @deatheless : 059. a public transit stop as rain is pouring down .

THE RAIN LASHES OUT IN SHEETS against chris as he awaits the bus. he probably hadn't taken a bus since he was a teen, but his car had choked along the interstate and now he didn't have a choice.

after a short while, he senses the presence of another person. it seemed like a relatively friendly presence, although chris was no psychic. but he really did need to know where to go. ‘ umbrella? ’ he gestures towards the person, offering half of its cover, ‘ i don't know what bus to get-- was hoping you'd trade some information? ’

‘ i'm chris, by the way. didn't mean to be so abrupt. i think i'm too cold. ’

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paris harrow / @curseplay : 048, fairgrounds during a large event .

HE HADN'T BEEN TO THE FAIR since he was a kid. chris always associated it with his parents' version of fun, which was often the equivalent of sticking two fingers down your throat and -- you know. but there was an electricity to it that he'd missed. not only that, he was out of practice & fucking awful at the games.

‘ people do this for fun? ’ chris exhales, having missed the fifth and final soda bottle with the rings provided, ‘ there's a fucking soda stand right over there, fifty cents less! ’ paris, in comparison, was wildly good at everything and chris tried his hardest to remain fun & smiley.

he and paris eventually depart from the game, presumably onto the next, and chris sticks his v's up at the soda ring toss dude. a final, well-needed act of defiance.

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noah ripley / @visceraldose : "would you believe i'm single?"

WHEN SIMON & GARFUNKEL WROTE THE SONG old friends, they probably weren't imagining the likes of chris lee and noah ripley. but technically, they did fit the category. the reason why so many young & famous people found themselves in the same situations was because of los angeles. it was a honey trap, a pair of plush red lips with teeth that sparkled -- the same teeth that would bite your hand off and have you begging for it to happen again.

‘ i couldn't believe it more than if it were written in the bible itself. ’ chris quips, having watched calamity jane over there throw away the last 30 minutes of progress with a stranger at the bar. he'd been to many a party with noah for they ran in the same circles, and had done for a long time now. yes, he could believe he was single -- perhaps for the same reason chris was.

‘ you gotta stop if you're bothered about bein single. ’ noah would know what chris meant by stopping, ‘ i wanna stop, i know that much. mick jagger wrote his best stuff on pills, but he looks like a jim henson puppet. ’

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sophia pierce / @6aints : i might be a bit too ambitious.

HE SHAKES HIS HEAD ALMOST VIOLENTLY. chris was the last person to downplay ambition to, especially when he was a little loose. it was what got him here : years of the intoxicating stuff.

‘ nuh uh. ’ his can clings on rather limply in his hand, bound to fall at any point. ‘ who gives a fuck? where would we be without journalists? without the ghostbusters? ’

his last words give him a harsh reality check. chris laughs lightly and closes his eyes, not too long or he'd plank backwards onto the floor. ‘ i'm so sorry, i wish i had something better to say. you can leave at any point. ’

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alice brennan / @crushsung : "that was so cringey and so uncomfortable."

CHRIS KNOWS, and it never gets any better. it was his first time meeting alice, although he had known of her for a while -- who hadn't? he couldn't quite believe that, despite their age gap, their experience of the press, of the industry, was so similar and profound. what was she, 20?

whatever agency the guy worked for, he was barking up the wrong tree. get closer, a little closer -- aw, you two, don't be shy. chris was something around 8 years, if not more, her senior. they'd never met before, and yet somehow one creepy pap had turned their greeting into a very tense & awkward affair.

‘ that dude is a fuckin prick. ’ chris rattles, moving along the carpet. ‘ we'll try this again when we're inside. ’ with a small laugh, he moves on to pose for another picture.

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@itr0ars asked : what kind of shopper is your muse? are they a slow, methodical shopper, a list-maker, or a grab the items and go kind of person? how long do they usually spend getting their groceries? how long do they spend clothes shopping? do they use changing rooms? ─── from here.

GRAB THE ITEMS AND F-CKIN GO. i don't think even chris knows what he comes out of grocery shopping with. and it's never a planned shop per se, it's very much on a when-i-need-it basis. having a fair bit of $$$ at a young age has meant that chris has always been able to afford convenience shopping & has thus never broken out of the habit.

he does spend more time clothes shopping, especially in his younger years / early-mid 20s. chris' style is personal to him so... although he hates the mall & indeed any prolonged shopping trip, it is necessary. changing rooms? never.

another thing that chris has always done is ordered from printing companies. say a company orders 500 tees and a few are misprinted, chris will buy it. he's had some really lame logos, but also some really cool ones too.

(i think the dawn of online shopping was made for chris tbh).

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@rcjoice asked : what kind of phone does your muse have, and how customized is it? does it have a basic case or something more unique? is the screen cracked? do they have a popsocket or other accessories on it? ─── from here.

chris has been through many a phone in his lifetime, but there are three that stand out to me. in the late 90s, he got his first proper mobile phone which was the nokia 6110. then in the 2000s he had the all-famous blackberry, before moving onto the iphone 3g when that was released.

all of chris’ phones have been severely destroyed during their tenure. first by stickers, because cases were not really a thing. and then eventually through dropping them & throwing them. and once they are broken, chris doesn't rush to replace them. though he did manage to keep his nokia alive for longer by duct-taping the battery back on.

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holly wood / @4ngelmade : 075, a bar or tavern bustling with life .

IN AN EVER-EXPANDING SEA OF HEADS chris only has eyes for his beer. unfortunately for the surrounding bar-goers, he was already maggoted and in his usual stupid mood. pushing his way through the crowd, chris outstretches a desperate hand for the drinks sitting pretty on the bar top.

pulling them back, his arm brushes against the fur surface of a stranger's coat. ‘ fuck! ’ he exclaims, his face twisted in a comedic display of disbelief, ‘ that feels good. ’

‘ ma'am. what is your designer's number? ’ hiccup. chris is so evidently unaware of his surroundings, but is nonetheless charming in his giggly state.

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clare archer / @crimsontrxcks : 020. the grounds of an empty summer camp .

LIGHT SEEPS THROUGH THE CLOUDS and forms a hazy fog over the barren land. chris' skin turns rough & bumpy as it reacts to the cold whipping of the wind. a t-shirt was not enough, but he'd had no indication that she would bring him here.

‘ what's up? ’ his nonchalant statement is overcome by timidity, as much as he tries to disguise it.

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