#opposite: silas cody

[chronicxwanderlust]

Agnes looked up from her (quite frankly, horrific) frozen yogurt concoction just in enough time to watch Silas’ eyes tracking a figure out the window behind them. Her eyebrows furrowed as she glanced behind her, catching glimpse of a retreating, but familiar blonde passing by. 

“You’ve got to be kidding.” She turned back to Silas, eyebrows raised and spoon pointed in the space between them. "You slept with her, didn't you?" The accusation was made with a small jab forward, the motion losing a chocolate chip to the linoleum below. Agnes’ head shook with disbelief, not needing the verbal confirmation to make up her mind about what had happened, but waiting on it anyways. Leaning back in her chair to get a better look at the man before her, she brought her spoon between her lips for a (chocolate chip-less) bite. “Unbelievable, truly.” She spoke around her mouthful. And yet, it was also somehow full-heartedly believable. He was an enigma.

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[cricketcampbell]

"Okay...but has that actually been disproven? Like do you know for a fact that Elon Musk doesn't have a tiny alien--" how had he put it? "--Ratatouille'n his brain? Like, have you even heard the names of his kids? Techno? X...whatever the fuck? Think about it."

(Bold, maybe, for a woman named Cricket to be judging the weirdness of someone else's name choices, but who was to say that her own mother hadn't had her own tiny alien behind the scenes and pulling the strings--literally).

The rebuttal of her own question has her eyes rolling, looping her pointer finger around the offending digit in an almost sort of pinky promise.

"Ha, ha, one, asshole." She answered, swinging their interlocked hands between them with a sigh. "Okay, fine, I'm sorry for doubting you and your perfect eyesight. I should've known that nothing gets past you, Si. Nothing. Not a thing."

@silascody

"I read an article that there's a tiny alien Ratatouille'n the brain of Elon Musk, you probably shouldn't believe everything you read, Crikes."

Silas leaves out the part where that article had actually gotten him in the first half, until he skimmed down to the conclusion and saw it was written by someone with a name made of characters that looked like otherworldly emojis.

( Nice try, alien fuckers. )

He follows the movement of her fingers like a cat with a laser pointer light, his eyebrows furrowing in disbelief that his eyesight was anything less than on point.

"You're holding up four fingers, how many am I holding up?" He asks, his singular right hand middle finger held up at her.

@cricketcampbell

[jamesmitchel]

name: james mitchell

nicknames: jay, ames

age: 31

born: philadelphia

resides: midtown village

gender & pronouns: cis female / she & her

Occupation: fashion editor

about:

cheating tw: mother ended up involved with a married man and got pregnant with him. kept the baby because she was under the impression that he would leave to be with her but he did the opposite once he found out.

despite being named after her father, her mother has always made sure she knew how horrible her father was for leading her on thus making the blonde have no desire to get to know the man.

her mother continued to search for approval through different men until she met one and married him, moving across the country with him. despite james having always hated her mother, the abandonment only intensified that hatred.

drugs tw: from there on, she began to go rebel and jump from couch to couch until she met her ex-boyfriend. despite him being one of many, she has always counted him as her one and only.

Drug distribution tw: She fell in love with him and the life his illegal work could provide them. she was with him when the police pulled them over with drugs in the car. he took the blame for the drugs in order to ensure that she could walk away without fault.

she spent years visiting him but eventually the money ran out and love wasn't enough anymore.

james stopped showing up and moved on with her career and education.

now she works as an editor in chief and despite her life looking put together, it's far from truth.

connections:

silas cody: ex boyfriend that she left behind while he was in prison

clementine greenwood : cousin from her father's side

marley callahan: step-cousin from her father's side

wanted connections:

friendships - friends, neighbours, drinking buddies, childhood friends, best friends, etc.

romantic - exes, one night stands, flings, tinder dates, flirtations, friends with benefits, etc

foe - enemies, rivals, bad tinder dates, exes that ended on bad turns, frenemies, etc

[maisiedemars]

"Oh! So, Gwiddying is like, a dance move, right, and when someone starts to do it, they're, like, witerally hitting the gwiddy--" Trying to define the term with the term itself was proving to be harder than Maisie thought. "You know what, it's...not important."

And that she could drink to. Collecting her Dirty Shirley from atop the counter, she turned to lift it in solidarity with the man next to her, cup pausing halfway in its ascent when she finally caught a look at the man's face.

Realizing she was staring, Maisie was quick to shake her head. "...I'm sorry, it's just--you look so familiar."

Which wasn't uncommon in a town like this, where most of Maisie's friends were people she'd known most of her life, but this heavily tattooed stranger next to her stuck out in a way that all but demanded to be remembered. Where had she seen him before?

@silascody

for: @aurorabaystarter​

where: anywhere at all, get zany wid it 

“Ayy, whatever the fuck that means, I’ll drink to it.”

[cricketcampbell]

There's only about ten seconds between Cricket's attempt at looking offended by the accusation that this was her just talking shit, and her giving into the fact that she did actually talk too much shit and it did make it hard to believe anything she said.

"Okay, fine, but tell me that I didn't have you in that first half."

He couldn't, but her Too Much gene extended even to the details in her elaborate stories, and it'd fucked the whole thing up. But if at first you don't succeed...

"You do know Black Mirror's, like, eighty percent based on true events, though, right? I read an article. I'll send it to you."

Try, try again.

"And I love that for you, I truly do, but I'd maybe see first about just, like, I don't know...a general eye exam? How many fingers am I holding up?" Cricket raised four fingers above her shoulder and next to her very blonde head.

@silascody

Silas keeps his focus on her as he listens, mostly actively, which is what led him to not quite buying what it was she was selling. Surgery for eye alteration? Given he didn't much like water in his own eyes, he can't imagine that would be a legitimate thing.

( He hopes he'll remember to Google it the next day -- first search result of 2024, unless he got too drunk to remember whether or not Fired Up Pizzeria would still be open when he left. )

"You talk to much shit, makes it hard to believe you." Silas advises, a shake of his head accompanying like he's disappointed in the attempt.

"Almost had me for a second there until you went all Black Mirror with it."

Silas only understood seventy-percent of what that particular show churned out, but he knew the overall vibe was weird, which was what he was categorising her notions as.

"I'd love laser eyes though. I'd burn holes in so much dumb shit. Pew pew pew all day."

@cricketcampbell

[cricketcampbell]

Cricket's eyes were rolling before Silas could even finish his sentence.

Her night with the wig had not gone according to plan, and she didn't know whether to be more annoyed that her fun had been thwarted, or touched that apparently even under disguise, those that mattered most to her still managed to recognize her, even from across the room.

When she allowed herself to think about it that way, it was hard to maintain an attitude about it, so she hovered somewhere in between--closer to annoyed, now, as Silas stood there and mocked her failure.

"I get it, I get it, the bl--" But whatever astute observation about her hair she thought he'd been making was not about her hair at all. She blinked once, twice, as if waiting for the punchline, for him to reveal that he was only messing with her, that the something different was not so easily overlooked when in all actuality it was staring him right there in his half-covered face, but when it did not come, a large grin took over her features. Maybe she could still have her fun after all.

"Oh my God, thank you, I've been waiting for someone to notice!" Cricket was not, in fact, wearing contacts. "But the crazy thing is that they're not even contacts. There's this new super experimental surgery that, like, permanently lets you alter your eye color, it's totally crazy."

(Did an actual surgery like that exist? She could only hope that if she herself didn't know for sure, Silas wouldn't either.)

"I think they're even working on, like...being able to add stuff to them. Like cameras and lasers or something. The future is so totally now."

@silascody

closed for: @cricketcampbell

"There's something... Different about you." Silas observes, his eyes narrowed in concentration through his mask as he tried to decipher what it was about his former penpal that had altered.

He stares a couple of seconds too long before he makes his best guess.

"Are you wearing contacts?"