HOWDY, PARDNER
Please do me the kindness of reading this page in full.I'm looking for a co-pilot to craft a collaborative and compelling story with, featuring long-term, gritty plots, character dynamics, and conflict. I enjoy tonal themes in the vicinity of Breaking Bad, Black Mirror, and Stephen King. I want the moments of realization, the sinking reality, the grit, the nerves, the turmoil. Characters, worlds, and stories that breathe.
on the tin
Career writer. Online often. Over 21, but not old-old. Please, be over 18.
Writes 250-750ish words (2-5 paragraphs) in third person, tense flexible. Writes a few replies a day to a few a week, depending on other obligations. Looking for partners with a similar cadence.
Writes M/M. One pairing with a collaborative cast! Loves fandoms and original settings, happily including crossovers, ocs, and canon/oc - but has a soft spot for canon/canon.
Prefers assertive, dynamic, and flawed characters who have backstories, goals, and connections that exist outside of our plot. Please, let's leave out the helpless subs, bubbly optimists, and gentle do-gooders, and instead write capable, cagey, and dynamic characters with agency and bite!
Has no limits, but respects yours. Enjoys dark and messy themes of interpersonal conflict.
Believes that it's important to not be a reactive writer, but to write proactively and build momentum from sources outside of the main characters. Plot twists and environment are vital to a gripping story!
Believes it's important not to replace writing a nuanced and active character with divulging internal monologue. What makes a story compelling is not being certain of every thought and motive.
Enjoys long-term plots, and believes that all good stories have an end, lest the characters become stuck in the purgatory of a long-exhausted plot. Flatlining is avoidable, and I want to let a story end when it reaches its natural conclusion. Then, of course, we can start a new one together.
Let's have fun by putting effort into our story and being kind and communicative with each other. ♡
NAH
a/b/o • sub/dom • submissive personalities • damsels in distress (gn) • high fantasy • anime • anthro/furry • fluff • domestic / family plots • kink lists • self-inserts • slice of life • extensive worldbuilding and lore • romance with no plot • plots with no romance • poly ships • lazy writing
YEAH
fandoms • post-apocalyptic • 1960s • 1980s • modern • angst and grit • first times • last times • dirty sneakers • running from the police • sneaking around • television static • cigarette smoke • vinyl records • long stares • freezing nights • shouting matches • hopelessness • tension • the color of the sky right before it rains • scars and bruises • slow burns • forbidden dynamics • manipulation • screaming until your throat is raw • secrets • trembling hands • breaking and entering • threats of violence • nervous laughter • infidelity • stained sheets • clenched fists • turmoil • addiction • relapse • age gaps • desperation • the human condition • morally gray characters • the rush of finally giving in • us against the world • unreality
For each one of these plots, I have deeper ideas not outlined here. These are flexible and meant to be collaborative, so while I can bring my thoughts to the table, I would love for my partner to help populate these settings too.Themes I'm willing to incorporate in almost any of these plots include drug or alcohol addiction, dysfunctional dynamics, age gaps, psychological elements, or detailed backstories and complex character dynamics.Please know that I believe all good stories have an end, and that trying to write the same characters and setting indefinitely is, I believe, the reason a lot of roleplays 'flatline'. Please, let's figure out a compelling plot arc, not just a setup or a meeting point for two characters to fall in love through. We can always combine plots or write a new plot after one is complete.I'm happy to write any of the mentioned roles in any of these plots.
MYSTERY
1984
1984. Campers and staff alike at a summer camp are stunned when one of their own is found dead. There's a history to the camp that isn't what it seems, and as more people die, it's up to those remaining to find the killer and to stay alive themselves.
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Asylum
An undercover journalist gets themselves admitted to an asylum when disappearances begin to cause suspicion. A patient who desperately wants out agrees to help them uncover the dark secrets of the asylum in exchange for their freedom.
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death manor
A group of people receive a dinner invitation from an unknown person and decide to go on a whim. As the evening wears on, people begin to disappear. A body is found. It's up to those left to find out who among them is killing before they're killed.
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BORDERLAND
Two strangers find themselves in a reality that mirrors their own, but devoid of life and electricity. Games of cunning and manipulation held by game masters bring people together to play, or else they die. Will they survive in the hopes of getting back home?
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The Voicemail
A stranger gets a voicemail message that was never meant for them, alluding to a meetup later that night. Whether because of curiosity, a sense of duty, or something else altogether, they decide to show up. The person they meet is hiding a secret that now only they know.
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DYSFUNCTION
Relapse
Two people meet in a narcotics support group. As they become closer, the pull of relapse takes ahold of one of them, and the other is unable to resist the call. Now they're struggling to get sober without falling apart, but is that really what they both want?
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runaway
A rogue runaway at a bus station catches the attention of someone looking to intervene. Little does the do-gooder know that the runaway is caught up in a lot more than he's letting on, and they end up biting off more than they can chew.
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Stalker
A one-night stand means more to one person than to the other, and when his calls begin to go unanswered, he begins to show up in unexpected places. Suddenly, he's having dinner with the stranger's ex. Then, he's at his workplace. How far will things go before he gives in?
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Fated
Fosters
Two teenagers meet in the foster care system. After an intense summer together, one of them is adopted out to a family. Their paths diverge, and they go their separate ways, but as adults they begin to look for each other. Will they find the person they knew, or someone unrecognizable?
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titanic
There were more than just two lovers on the boat when it sank. Two people met and fell in love, but what was their story, and how did it end? Were they forbidden lovers? Did they get out of wreckage together? On that fateful night, what did they do to survive?
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Countdown
Every human on earth is now fitted with a countdown that tells us when we'll die. Some people choose to never look, others check the number obsessively, watching it tick down when they eat a burger or smoke a cigar. Two people meet whose countdowns match to the second.
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Woodstock
During the summer of love, during the largest gathering of young people the world has ever seen, two people meet and change each other's lives forever. It's 1969, and this weekend-long festival is larger than life. How will these two strangers meet and impact each other?
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Algorithm
A futuristic algorithm combines people to create compatible relationships. This dating program is risky and cannot be opted out of once you begin, but millions swear by it. When an unlikely pair get matched, will they trust the science or doubt the outcome?
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Supernatural, Haunts, & Magic
misfits
A freak storm occurs, giving select residents of a city superpowers. But not all of them choose to use those powers for good. Two people meet for the first time while still trying to get the hang of their newfound powers. What happens when the government comes after them?
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The Vampire
In a small, isolated town, where everyone seems to know everybody, there's someone new in town. Strangely, the same week, there are sightings at night of an inhuman figure prowling in the shadows. Slowly, people start to go missing. Will anyone confront the outsider?
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the butterfly effect
A young man reading back a journal he kept in his youth suddenly finds himself thrown back in time, in the body of his younger self, and able to change the outcome. However, will the things he does in the past change his world in unintended ways?
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Ghost
When a ghost appears to someone who's always been a skeptic, he doesn't believe it at first. It seems the ghost looks like a normal person, except no one else can see him . . . they have to figure out why and how to put the ghost to rest. But what if they fall in love?
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Apocalypse
shelter
The people born after a nuclear war have all grown up among thousands of others in the underground urban landscape of a fallout shelter. One of them decides to go see the surface . . . only for an unexpected onlooker to demand to tag along.
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the bitten
Old-fashioned, slow-moving, stupid zombies with a thirst for human flesh. Whether the outbreak is new or old to these characters, they run into each other when getting the last of a supply they both need and have to figure out who will take it.
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Sacrifice
In a dystopian future, the world demands people be sacrificed in pairs to an ancient pagan god to keep the order of the world. One person's number just came up, and although the other half of their pair is a stranger, they must now find a way to survive.
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Crime
The Hitman
A killer-for-hire begins to do research on his victim, only to find that he's not sure he can carry through with the act. Unfortunately, his boss isn't very forgiving. The would-be victim has to help stage his own death, or his new acquaintance will die. Whose life is more important?
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Witness
An act so heinous that having a witness would ensure the man is put away for life, just so happens to be seen by someone in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now, he can't let the witness go until he trusts him not to put him behind bars.
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unreality
Doors
A person opens their closet door one day only to find it's a portal to someone's living room. Once they go back through, they can't get back. The two never know which door will transform and when they'll get to meet again, or why this is happening to them. Or do they?
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as seen on tv
I write all of the characters listed, but I'd love to write against these characters too. I tend to prefer canon/canon, but I will write against canon or OCs. In fandom settings, I expect to write canon side characters not listed here, and expect my partner to do the same, to ensure the world feels alive.Instead of ships, I've listed characters. You can mix and match, or ask for my ship preferences for a character or fandom. Ship-flexible and crossover friendly.Regarding AUs — I won't write canon characters in an original plot. I may be interested in altering canon scenarios, but usually not drastically.
CANON/OC CAVEATS
I will not write OCs into a canon character's backstory. Please don't expect an OC to be the character's childhood friend or have history with them. Those dynamics tend to feel forced and inorganic.
I will not "double up" (wherein I write a character for your OC, and we write a second ship "for me"). If we don't both love it, let's not write it.
SHOWS
ALICE IN BORDERLAND
Arisu + Chishiya
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AMERICAN HORROR STORY
Murder House + Asylum + Cult + 1984
Tate + Kit + Kai
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better call saul
Jimmy + Mike + Chuck
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BREAKING BAD
Jesse + Jane + Badger + Walt + Jacob
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futurama
Fry + Bender + Leela + Amy
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misfits
Nathan + Simon + Curtis + Alisha
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south park
Kyle + Kenny + Stan + Craig + Tweek + Ike + Firkle + Token + Christophe + Wendy
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stranger things
Will + Dustin + Lucas + Eleven + Steve + Eddie
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supernatural
Seasons 1-5 only. Yes, I ship Sam/Dean.
Dean + Sam + Lucifer + Adam + John
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the umbrella academy
Seasons 1-2 only. Yes, I ship the Hargreeves.
Five + Ben + Klaus + Vanya
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the walking dead
Carl + Negan + Eugene + Rick + Daryl + Ezekiel + Glenn + Maggie
movies
AUSTIN POWERS
Austin + Scott + Dr. Evil + Felicity
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the butterfly effect (2004)
Evan + Kayleigh + Tommy
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DC
Bruce + Joker
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harry potter
Draco + Ron + Fred + George + Harry + Snape
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IT (2017)
Richie + Stan + Bill + Mike +Bev
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Joker (2019)
Arthur
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Mid90s
Stevie + Fuckshit + Estee + Ray + Fourth Grade
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marvel / mcu
Tony + Loki + Peter + Clint + Bucky
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titanic
Jack + Cal + Rose
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trainspotting
Renton + Sick Boy + Diane
other
bandom / music
Warped Tour + Fueled By Ramen + G-Eazy + Watsky + Many Others
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gorillaz
2D + Noodle + Murdoc + Russel
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hamilton
Hamilton + Washington + Burr + Lafayette + Laurens + Maria + James
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viva la bam
Bam + Raab + Dunn + Jess + Ville + Others
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the witcher
Geralt + Lambert + Jaskier
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youtubers
Cody Ko + Noel Miller + Danny + Drew + Kurtis + Many Others
CHARACTERS
These characters can be adapted to most settings and genres.
Please, ask if you'd like someone specific.
the lawyer
kyle beckerman
5'8" • manipulative • intelligent • leader • confident • pre-law • jewish • debate club • will talk circles around you • and all your friends • very morally gray • has a cursed relationship history • mother is overbearing • dad is a lawyer • silver spoon kid • listens to rap • reads a lot of books • dork • goes on long monologues • loyal to a fault • has wired money into his own bank account illegally • never been caught • could talk his way out of it even if he was • poster child for ptsd • needs to be in control all the time • really a control freak • i mean really • loves video games • streams on twitch • can't stand to be wrong
the lost
august leblanc
6'1" • bisexual • artistic • goofball • lives off of gas station food • couch surfer • free spirit • traveler • dropout • modern or historical plots • soul searching • has a tendency to get into sticky situations • trying his best • hates the system • vegetarian • alcoholic • smokes a lot of weed • hippie spirit • estranged from his family • once joined a cult • has been to every U.S. state at least twice • has been to europe • family is rich • even though he's borderline homeless • goes by auggie • has a series of exes • like way too many exes • writes poetry • sweet tooth • compassionate • dog lover
the urbanite
stevie horowitz
5'9" • rough around the edges • city slicker • new york vibes • jewish • traditional • rough and tumble • foster care • plays guitar • high school dropout • overly confident • trashmouth • bit of a conman • street smart • doesn't drink or do drugs • unabashedly bisexual • first got arrested at age twelve • big dreams • quirky accent • apocalypse settings • modern settings • pretty boy • no sense of when to stop talking
the goofball
richie cohen
male • closeted • twenty-two
5'11" • playful • soft • goofball • commitment issues • addicted to pills • and coke • closeted • extremely kind-hearted • but a disaster nonetheless • radio dj (part time) • charismatic fluffball (full time) • your mom will like him more than you • withdraws from serious conversations • jokes to hide trauma • obsessed with 80s music • only child • sweet tooth • scared of dogs • find him at a rock concert • or working overtime • will definitely cheat • will definitely have the charisma and affection to make up for it • toxic but cute • thinks he's god's gift to the world • sometimes correct
the immortal
kennedy reynolds
Coming soon •
the survivor
cole harding
5'11" • good-hearted • pacifistic • has a tendency to question authority • single dad vibes • raising his little sister • left home at a young age • orphan • no vices • doesn't trust easily • wants to help people • school for architecture • drives his mom's old beaten up car • loves action movies • has a dog named jones
the goth
"fizz" fitzgerald
5'3" • 5'8" with his boots on • volatile • intense • selectively mute • pansexual • nonbinary • will murder your friends to prove he's in love with you • likes to smoke • likes to draw • has a little sister who has downs syndrome • mom died under mysterious circumstances • (he may have killed her) • traumatic backstory • crime plots • drug addict • modern stuff • anything to do with dysfunction • too many tattoos • can't keep a job • has been arrested • set a school on fire once • edgy • but in a cute way • psycho • in a not cute way
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new kid
734 Words | Past Tense
Accidents happen.Sometimes, a kid got beat up in a bad way, like by his parents or something, and needed immediate placement. Sometimes, Stevie heard the landline phone ring from his room and listened through the door to Bill's sleep-slur voice saying yes, we have a bed available and, no, it's no problem and yes, tomorrow first thing.Jordan wasn't an accident, at least as far as Stevie was concerned. His arrival had been announced two days ago, and Bill had even done the thing he does when something's serious, where he mimics headphones with his hands over his ears, cupping them and pulling them down. Pointed eye contact, so Stevie knew what he was being asked to do. Stevie had clicked his tongue, but pulled the headphones off and listened. New kid, about their age - their age, his and Wendy's. She was a year and a half older, but they still got lumped into the same age group, only because Ty was so young."Boy or a girl?" Wendy asked in that way siblings do when they're ready to be smug.Stevie winced.A girl meant she'd be immediately aligned with Wendy. Two against two, an even split. A girl meant that Wendy would probably stop hanging out with him in favor of her new gal pal. A boy was just as dangerous, though. Around their age, all of them left alone for long stretches during the day - maybe Wendy would try dating him or something, and then Stevie would really be third wheel.Whatever minor assumptions were made during that brief conversation over dinner, they slipped out of Stevie's mind like eggs out of a frying pan.The day Jordan was meant to arrive, it had been two days since Stevie had even heard about the new kid, and just as long since he'd thought about him. So when Sandra or Bill (or, more likely, both of them plus Wendy, who was grossly enthusiastic to meet the new boy) went to pick him up, Stevie was up on the roof.The roof had few benefits except for the sun, but one of those benefits was that Bill and Sandra never went up there. The other - and, to Stevie, much more important - benefit of the roof was how much range the walkie-talkie got."Colder," he said around a mouthful of chewing gum. "Over."The girl on the other side, Becks, lived two blocks over. "I don't know, then," she said. "An elephant? Over.""Way colder. Over."Becks scoffed, the sound a crinkly static. "Are you sure you thought of an actual animal, not something stupid like a liger or a unicorn? Over.""What am I, a fucking cheat? Think about it. Back after lunch. Over."He pressed his palm against the top of the silver antenna, which clicked down into place in the bulky walkie-talkie, and pushed up on his elbows. He snuffed out his cigarette on the concrete rooftop and pulled on his shirt. A spindly kid with big teeth and dark brown eyes, he brushed his hands on his jeans and used one of his boots to kick the sun-faded towel over his stash of stuff: lighter, ashtray, walkie-talkie, gum.He took the steps down two at a time, wearing a too-big AC/DC T-shirt and his brown hair in messy waves around his face. Too long, according to Bill. Just right, according to Stevie. When he spoke, he had a little bit of a lisp, but his voice was confident and steady. His eyes were so brown they were almost black and, even without the summer sun baking him on the rooftop, Stevie had a soft olive undertone to his skin.He was sweaty from the sun - sticky skin, messy hair, as he rummaged through the fridge.Tyler would probably be in his room reading, and Wendy was probably helping her mom in the shop. This was true whether or not they got a new kid - the general rule of thumb was to let them settle in and explore, stay out of their way while they adjust.Stevie had a chocolate pudding cup and a spoon one hand, and was making a beeline for his room when he met Jordan in the hallway.Oh. Right, his mind said. New kid. That's today."Oh. Hey," his mouth said, not as assured as he meant it. An awkward pause, and then, "Sup?"
homebound
636 Words | Present Tense
William Denbrough, or — as the old town of Derry knows him: Stuttering Bill — sits in his car with the rain splattering onto the windshield in big, juicy drops, and wonders what the hell he's getting himself into. In Maine, this kind of rain speaks of hail, but he thinks that here in New York, it might just be how the weather goes. The old beat-up Honda's heater blows warm, and he leans into it.He's twenty-two years old and has just dropped out of college. This happened three weeks ago, in a tiny little university not far from Portland, Maine, to the turbulent and vocal disapproval of his mother. His father would have been equally disappointed, but Zack Denbrough had died of lung cancer five years prior, and that didn't stop Bill from smoking. He really does try now, at least when he's not staying up too late with his chin on his knee and his eyes on a sheet of paper, onto which the words just don't come. When that happens, he always lights up.The wipers do their stiff, dark dance across the windshield. Back and forth, to and fro, seeming like the worrying melancholy of Bill's mind. He's got a head full of red hair, grown out now so it's shaggy around his ears, and though he'll start to bald before he's thirty, he's not quite there yet. Now, he clicks his seatbelt and shuts off the ignition. He's got the faint idea that he might be barking up the wrong tree, in the wrong place altogether. But he'd gotten his second manuscript published a month ago, and when the writer asked him if his religious, stuck-up protagonist — who goes on to murder six people — had been based on anyone, Bill had said he wasn't sure, and he'd gone home to listen to the radio for a while.Richie Tozier's Rock Hour was on, and that name lit such a fire under Bill's ass to remember where he knew it from that he hadn't slept all night. He'd looked Richie Tozier up that night, and wouldn't you know it, folks, he's in the phone book. Just an apartment, but still in the phone book.He would've called, but thinks maybe deep down he knows his one unfounded, treacherous fear isn't as unfounded as he puts it on to be: that Richie will answer the phone, say he has the wrong number, and end the line.This is a better way, he tells himself, even if it costs him a few extra dollars in gas. He goes out into the rain, closing the front door behind him with a thunk and sticking his keys into his pocket. Bill walks around to the back of the car, thumbs open the back seat, and opens it. He's tall enough to have to lean down deep into the back of the car, so his lower back and thighs get wet from the rain. He clicks two more buckles, and when he stands up straight again, it's with a kid on his hip. Brown hair and eyes as blue and piercing as Bill's. No shoes. Just jeans and a loose grey hoodie, the hood of which Bill pulls up to cover the kiddo's face."He's a real joker, Richie is," Bill says conversationally, the way he might speak to an adult. He closes the back door with his hip and another resonating thunk. "Don't laugh too hard at his jokes, or he'll never stop telling 'em. And then we'll really be up shit creek." He looks down, and matching eyes look up with a nod. Bill smiles and goes up the walkway.Normally, he'd let the kid wander around, but after a car-nap there's no fuss or fight, just a lulled head against his shoulder as he knocks on the door. So thank God for small blessings.
messy
522 Words | Past Tense
The church bells down the street rang out a single chime into the night air, marking the half-hour.George was finishing a cigarette, the burning embers sizzling down the tobacco and paper as he inhaled too big. When he exhaled a puff of white through his nose, the slight shape of his ribcage hiccoughed and drew in as he held a cough in his throat. The kid was almost two days sober, better today than yesterday. Shaky, but alright.Mikey was the only one who'd agreed to come with him. Last he heard, Fizz - or Georgie, depending on if his mom was around - and Pete weren't speaking. Pete had screamed so loud in Georgie's face that spittle had made him wince back, and then he'd grabbed a handful of the front of Fizzy's shirt, slinging him down onto the ground. No one was mad at Pete about this conflict, despite the difference in strength. All things considered, it was deserved. Lucy had wanted to come, but confided to Mike with her meaty fingers tearing off the edges of a piece of paper torn from a spiral notebook (he always noticed small things like this) that if she had to go, she might start crying, and she didn't want to freak Fizz out any more than she already had, so could Mikey please do it instead?Sure, he'd told her. Pretty sure there's coffee at those things. I'll survive."Come on," he said once Georgie's brief coughing subsided, pushing himself off the side of the beaten-up silver Cadillac and snuffing his own cigarette on the bottom of his boots. "Sooner we get in there, the better. You can sit down and just take a load off."His voice was bland, inflectionless and nasally. Mikey was older than Fizz by three years, taller by a foot, and the only one of their piss-poor attempt at a friend group that didn't dye his hair black. It was short and dirty blond (dishwater blond, Lucy had told him once), the same as Fizz if he let his grow out. He almost never did."Okay, but," Fizz said in an uncharacteristically unsure voice. He was biting at his black-painted nails, blue eyes ablaze with worry."No buts," Mike said. "Jesus Christ, Fizz. You're really gonna fight me on this?"Fizz swallowed thickly, Adam's apple bobbing in place. He shook his head quickly, looked down and away, and snuffed his cigarette too. He had on a black tank top, black jeans, tall boots. His arms wore a smattering of black tattoos that reached up the side of his throat - an Edgar Allen Poe quote here, a burning bible there."Thank you," Mike said, not unkindly. They went inside, and he held the door open for them, feeling like a father ushering his child to his first day of school.As it turned out, there was coffee, and Mike let George wander off toward the seats and made a beeline for the refreshments table.It wasn't very good stuff - the cheapest of the cheap - but caffeine was his drug of choice, and he'd take a cheap fix over none.
statistic
486 Words | Past Tense
"Nahhh," Jesse's face scrunched up. "You don't need a degree for that. You wanna know how drugs fuck with your brain? Ask an addict."He seemed disillusioned by the entire concept now that Glenn had explained it to him. The hand that held onto the gate, which in turn held Jesse's body at a comfortable, bent angle, was swallowed up by the big gaping maw of his hoodie. It may just have been the case that he didn't appreciate neuroscience because he didn't understand it and wasn't smart enough to. There was a clever wit about him, but no one would ever venture to call Jesse Pinkman a scientific genius.Well... there was Badger, Skinny Pete, Emilio. Jesse didn't think too highly of himself, but he knew he was smarter than anyone one of them, and when he went off on tangents — often high on meth, a glaze in his eyes, head tilted back against whoever's bedroom or living room wall, whoever's passenger seat headrest who was kind enough to host on that particular day — Jesse would start to spew out words that tumbled over one another and danced together at the same time, and when he did that, those of lesser intelligence did call him a scientific genius, and Jesse let them."Nah, man," he would say, "you get bigger clouds by hitting the crystals with less heat. It's like... a slow burn thing. Like — surface area and shit, man."And then, "Woah," Badger or Pete or someone would supply, "Jesse, you're smart as hell, yo."You become the people you surround yourself with, isn’t that what they say?Jesse kept himself on a level that made sense to the people he was close to and no more. He'd tried, much longer ago, to pass in school, to make friends with other boys who did things like practice for tests and sit together at lunch and have sleepovers together, but it didn’t click. He became a statistic instead.Smoking joints, skipping lunch, and staying out all night, crashing on couches, listening to E-40 and Luniz in headphones that, at the time, had been too big for his head and too small for his big ears. These days, Jesse told himself he had no choice, but that was bullshit. He'd picked his battles, and he’d lost the war."I bet that degree cost you," he said now to Glenn, "What're you gonna do, be a doctor?"Jesse scoffed, drew another drag. "I mean, I get it, man, but like, come on, yo, D's get degrees." He shrugged, confident in his assumptions and biases. "Waste of money and time."