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skintheftarchive-blog · 8 years

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@quietgun. (sc)

IT CAN TAKE A LITTLE WHILE TO SETTLE INTO A NEW BODY. Usually just a few hours, but sometimes Memphis gets more legless than others. In today’s example: it has a brown bag of fresh wrapped butcher’s meat (and nothing else) under its arm when it smacks shoulders with a passing man: the result is lots of meat all over the pavement and Memphis on its knees picking things up and waiting for the inevitable snide comment.

No? Nothing?

#aand someone else tumblr wont let me tag. geez #quietgun #quietgun01 #ye olde 'literally bumping into a person' starter i am so sorry

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@neonnoise. (sc)

“THIS MIGHT BE A STUPID QUESTION.” It’s twirling a cigarette it has no intention of ever smoking between its fingers. Someone gave it to them. Memphis doesn’t remember who. In college, its favourite teacher used to be all, oh, there’s no dumb questions. Unfortunately: there are, so Memphis tries to highlight them ahead of time. “Any way that reading cards and whatnot can help figure out the past? Or is it strict-ly the future?”

#holy shit it will NOT let me tag you #neonnoise #neonnoise01 #i hope this is okay ?? if not yknow. just let me know #its fr seyoon #!

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@ravenkeeper. (sc)

IN HINDSIGHT, Henrietta doesn’t feel like the best place to shack up for a while. Sure, plenty of nooks and crannies for Memphis to slip into, but, also: too many people in those nooks and crannies. Memphis isn’t actually doing anything suspect (for once), but it feels like it is. Like it’s doing something really shifty just by existing around and about past dusk.

But hey, Memphis isn’t the only one being shifty past dusk! That looks like a teenage boy. Possibly a teenage boy drinking? In the park, too. The regret doesn’t hit until Memphis has already said: “Isn’t it past your curfew?”

#ravenkeeper #ravenkeeper01

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skintheftarchive-blog · 8 years

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MEMPHIS JUST ATE. perfect time for a starter call.

#like this yadda yadda #STARTER CALL.

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skintheftarchive-blog · 8 years

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lee in series 2.

#UTOPIA (insp).#me: lookin for utopia insp #me: suddenly realising lee is memphis as hell #oh boy!#here goes #TWO.#I AM ENDLESSLY CREATING MYSELF (theft).

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Holy.

#HAVE SOME COMPOSURE‚ WHERE IS YOUR POSTURE? (body).#I COME FROM GOD KNOWS WHERE (aes).

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#SORRY ABOUT THE BLOOD IN YOUR MOUTH (intimacy).

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skintheftarchive-blog · 8 years

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–– living by the skin it gets between its teeth. (written by egg. horror inspired. est 2015.)

#indie oc #horror oc #indie rp #SELF PROMO.

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skintheftarchive-blog · 8 years

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@worstorder.

IF PEPSI COLA IS AN ALIEN, then,

“Do you know a lot? About – aliens? Other aliens? Other planets?”

#worstorder #worstorder01 #memphis: Are You My Famther?

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@buttonpush.

“DID YOU – did you see the new Star Wars? Many aliens in it?” Accosting the nearest person in the Starbucks just because they look like they might have possibly seen Star Wars doesn’t sound like it should be a sound plan, but it is. Maybe. Five out of ten times this kind of thing works.

#buttonpush #buttonpush01

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“NOPE. Never heard of it.” Memphis gets around, but not that around. It’s still working on like, being outside of Michigan, to be honest. His head twists one way and then other so that C. Mem can get his bearings, and then it decides on a direction and just because, it slings an arm around Peggy’s shoulders. What? She’ll punch them off if she needs to. “This way. Tell me about Boon Glades. What is Punkin Chunkin?”

She laughs and leans in under their shoulder when passing through the open door, half sympathetic for herself, half trying to nudge Memphis off balance like haha watch it buddy. The cold hits her like a smack in the face and she hates it. She’s always hated the cold but she hates it more while it’s still in the process of robbing warmth from her. By the time her body goes to absolute zero, she’s kind of made peace with freezing to death.

“I’mmm from Arizona.” If they look at the right angle, maybe they can see the way she brightens. If nothing else, Arizona is a fun story. “Boon Glades. Ever heard of it? It’s small. You probably never heard of it. Except it’s in the news sometimes for random shit and like Punkin Chunkin.”

#saintpeggy #saintpeggy01

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#YOU CAN'T TAKE WHAT I DON'T HAVE (identity).#(whooping and hollering)

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After/Thought by James Stanciell

#CREDIT.#YOU CAN'T TAKE WHAT I DON'T HAVE (identity).#HAVE SOME COMPOSURE‚ WHERE IS YOUR POSTURE? (body).

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#HAVE SOME COMPOSURE‚ WHERE IS YOUR POSTURE? (body).

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“IT’S PACKED UP. It’s not like it’s leaking everywhere.” Does it know it’s missing the point? Does it? Probably not. “ –– is it leaking?”

Never again will they make their fridge public domain.

“Okay: please stop filling my refrigerator with offal.”

#memoryserved #memoryserved01

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“Offal.”

@skintheft

“Mem. Mem? Muh– Memphis. Mem. Memphis. Mem. Are you – ? Yeah. Listen.”

An accusatory point at the fridge, and whatever lurks inside it. Unspecified. It’s not like they read the labels on… whatever’s in there. As far as Kennedy’s concerned? It’s all just –

“– mystery meat. Really? You packed my fridge with – mystery meat.”

#memoryserved01 #memoryserved #désolé

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“Like, any 7-Eleven.” The gesture is punctuated by splayed hands and a tilt of the head, before Memphis is politely holding open the bar door because chivalry or because Peggy is small (comparatively) or, you know, something like that. “You never been outside before?”

It’s always keen to move on from its own blips of rudeness –– although for Memphis, blips always feel more like blimps (huge and combustible) –– so when the door swings closed behind the pair of them, they swing up onto the balls of their feet, bouncing a little. “Where you from?”

Is she? It’s December and it’s cold out and the bar is playing Bing Crosby and she fucking loves Bing Crosby. Vanilla Coke sounds interesting and all, but is it worth leaving a warm seat and Mele Kalikimaka through a tinny radio? These kinda adventures never turn out as fun as they look in the movies.

“– yeah, hang on, lemme get my coat.” Her coat is big and black and lined with fur, and it fits her so mercifully well, for a thrift shop buy. If Memphis doesn’t make this escapade a story worth telling, they are so fucking dead. They better fuck in a Coke factory or find Santa Claus himself. (Bing Crosby! She’s leaving Bing Crosby!) Peggy bumps shoulders with Memphis and motions lead the way! because, like, “Where are you plannin on finding Vanilla Coke at this hour?”

#saintpeggy #saintpeggy01

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