this feeling's like no other ☀ OPEN!
WHO: Justin Taylor and YOU! AND ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS!
WHAT:
☀ Chillin' like a villain at a local diner, missing Liberty Avenue. 8| Open thread, feel free to not interact with Justin at all, just people in the same diner!
☀ When tagging, please post to the main post initially if you aren't directly interacting with anyone and if you start up a conversation with someone THEN move into subthreads.
☀ Have fun, keep it moving! No posting order. Maybe stalker-pin the entry if you're creepyAWESOME LIKE ME.
WHERE: Random local diner in Neutral territory, most likely by the art institute.
WHEN: Day 104. In the afternoon.
The days were long and Justin was almost positive that there was charcoal permanently embedded in his nail beds. The price to pay for what you love, he supposed (supposed was such a emmett word). But when did that price get too high? When you're bashed in the skull? When you're alone in a foreign country? A beautiful, dream-fulfilling foreign country, but it's just...foreign for a reason. There's no Br-- Debbie. There's no mom. No Daph. What about when your only friend is a piece of pie served to you by a waiter gesturing instead of attempting broken English who wasn't even hot.
But Deb always said that good things don't come easy -- probably with more assfucking involved, but the basic concept wasn't lost on him. He would be fine. He'd lived through worse than this -- felt worse than this. So what if the people weren't as nice as the thought they were going to be. His friends weren't even nice to him. God knows Brian wasn't nice to him, and he was in love with him-- still. Fuck. It would work out. He was here to do what he loved and that price never gets too high, he decided resolutely. He looked towards his pie with a forlorn expression on his face, fork picking at the crust with a lack of enthusiasm that made him feel even more pathetic.
His eyes lingered on the doorway to the diner, almost like he expected someone from Pittsburg to come flouncing through the door in assless chaps. Now that would've made everything worth it.
WHAT:
☀ Chillin' like a villain at a local diner, missing Liberty Avenue. 8| Open thread, feel free to not interact with Justin at all, just people in the same diner!
☀ When tagging, please post to the main post initially if you aren't directly interacting with anyone and if you start up a conversation with someone THEN move into subthreads.
☀ Have fun, keep it moving! No posting order. Maybe stalker-pin the entry if you're creepyAWESOME LIKE ME.
WHERE: Random local diner in Neutral territory, most likely by the art institute.
WHEN: Day 104. In the afternoon.
The days were long and Justin was almost positive that there was charcoal permanently embedded in his nail beds. The price to pay for what you love, he supposed (supposed was such a emmett word). But when did that price get too high? When you're bashed in the skull? When you're alone in a foreign country? A beautiful, dream-fulfilling foreign country, but it's just...foreign for a reason. There's no Br-- Debbie. There's no mom. No Daph. What about when your only friend is a piece of pie served to you by a waiter gesturing instead of attempting broken English who wasn't even hot.
But Deb always said that good things don't come easy -- probably with more assfucking involved, but the basic concept wasn't lost on him. He would be fine. He'd lived through worse than this -- felt worse than this. So what if the people weren't as nice as the thought they were going to be. His friends weren't even nice to him. God knows Brian wasn't nice to him, and he was in love with him-- still. Fuck. It would work out. He was here to do what he loved and that price never gets too high, he decided resolutely. He looked towards his pie with a forlorn expression on his face, fork picking at the crust with a lack of enthusiasm that made him feel even more pathetic.
His eyes lingered on the doorway to the diner, almost like he expected someone from Pittsburg to come flouncing through the door in assless chaps. Now that would've made everything worth it.