DaftJive

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havent posted since last year… my god… its so over…
@Tlazolteotl sorry! irl health problems 🥹 still might b spotty but i AM here still i didnt skip out on u guys i prommy 🙏

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Silas’ Catharsis

@Stanifly@Tlazolteotl@silver21

”You ordering, or just here to fall apart?"

Her voice feels like a needle in his head, invasive to his exact turmoil happening currently. It’s not like she sounds like she’s trying to bother him though. Just a voice. Or more. More what? A guide? A narrator? Whatever, maybe he’s thinking too hard. That’s all he ever does.

Silas tilts his head to the side to see the woman sitting there with her own drink. Ah… Pretty. The neon lighting inside the glass of the bar counter reflects off her features nicely. Very nicely. Or that’s just his eyes wanting to see something worth it.

Anything. Anything. Literally anything.

“Depends, darlin’… Anythin’ cheap t’order?” He mumbles in response, a little rough sounding, his throat does feel dry, a drink would be nice. His gaze drifts past her and allows himself to try to actually focus on what’s around him in this blacklit club. He swears something is at the counter that is… Not… Human. Is that a dragon or oversized lizard? What the fuck is that?

His eyes narrow just slightly. It looks like it’s speaking to something else that is also not quite human, he can’t hear it though or really make out any exact shape still with the lack of brightness in the place and ever present dull throbbing in his temple.

He blinks and shakes his head with a sharp inhale into a near frustrated run of his hand over his eyes before looking back down at his hands over neon glass.
Don’t focus on drug induced hallucinations, bad for the head.

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@Tlazolteotl it Depends i will see how he Feels wen i reply SOON.. (been busy sry 🥺)

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@Tlazolteotl IM SORRY i ws just waitin to see if anybody was gonna progress more before me before i replied n was Observing 🥹

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@Tlazolteotl hi :D !
id say Silas is not alone, ppl can absolutely interact w him if they can see him too :) hes just a bit out of it and not fully payin attention to others arnd him rn :lul:

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Silas’ Catharsis

Music, noise, people, darkness, vices. Sounds like a good time to some. Though for Silas right now it feels like he’s getting hit with a high that’s past its peak into something that leaves him feeling sick and upset. Doesn’t even feel good when he presses a hand to his forehead with eyes clenched tight to fight off a dull pain at the edges, almost stumbling through the metal doors to what he swears is a backalley nightclub with heavy steps as if he’s on something.

He’s not.
Or is he? He forgot.

Last time he took all of it and it ended at the ER and hasn’t felt right since. Does he still have some left over?
Hell, he doesn’t fucking remember.

The thoughts and the buzzing in his head eat at him like rabid wild dogs at his heels, annoying and grating. The music in the club itself isn’t that loud, unless it is. Is it? People talk and laugh too loud all the same anyway, all an irritating orchestra upon his nerves.

The young man forces himself to trudge through people who mean nothing to him and honestly seem formless to him but he couldn’t care any less about that with his destination to the bar out near the other end of the place, quieter. He always does this, needs quiet corners even though he curses himself to go out into public spaces alone. Nowhere ever feels good, but if there's the drinks and drugs? It's tolerable.

Nearly collapsing into a bar stool at the counter, he leans onto the surface of it, not really thinking about much else aside from wanting something to make the pain ease, always looking for something to numb himself. And yet, he doesn’t make the effort to get the bartender’s attention to earn the sweet sweet substance to do the numbing, instead silently lowering his hand from under his mop of dirty blonde hair and looking down at the countertop at the way his tattooed knuckles seem bruised raw under the dim bar lighting overhead away from the rest of the blacklight overlay in the building. Real in some way.

His brows furrow at the juvenile neon pattern bandaids on his fingers as they curl against the smooth glass surface, flexing his digits to look at the designs more after a second.
When the hell did he put those on.

A glance at his wrists peeking from under his worn flannel shirt serving as a light coat, some more cutesy neon bandaids wrapped onto his skin makes him frown.

He feels so out of sorts. Dizzy, pained, tired…

Is he dead? Do the dead still bruise and need silly little star bandaids? He has no idea. He’s not dead. Surely. He'd be betraying someone if he were.

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psst… would it b ok to join in maybe… i been readin this all for the past few hours n its been very interestin to me with the concept n stuff 🥹 apologies if i Do join tho n its a bit awkward its been so long since i did forum post rp 😭

hi hello……

im Jive :)
i been rpin for Nearly a decade now but i apologize if my ooc writin n stuff makes me seem Not the best, i just write like a madman bc my brain moves too quick n i gotta spit out words at mach speed do u feel me :lul:

anyway.. im into most types of rp, i used to do quick rp in a few games, been in discord servers a few times, nd i do my Own long writing in private. i can do casual one liner stuff or get advanced if need be, it depends on how im feelin rly :joy: mostly i do prefer at Least gettin out one paragraph or two though
ALSO i draw on the side, my pfp belongs to Me :]

ok thank u for readin 🙏