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PURGATORIO.
5 Characters Here
Jae-Hyeon Paek [1] The Prankster
Nuko Maes [1] The Meta Guy
Jason Lopez [1] The Hero
Lena Morgan [1] The Cold Heart
Adelaide Clark [1] The Stranger
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Amelia couldn't help but shake her head as she took a drag of the cigarette. Pressing her palms to the edge of the counter, her eyes never left her reflection. Messy, she thought bitterly to herself, rubbing at the dark circles that rested under her eyes. Tonight was probably her last night to get wild before she packed up and was shipped off to a rehabilitation center. A dread settled in her stomach at the thought, but maybe she needed a break from this fucking town. Surely, no one would miss her. "Ugh, what am I, a fifteen-year-old girl?" She scoffed at her own thoughts, snickering to herself as she took another long drag of the cig. It was a party, for fuck's sake. She should be getting hyped. Not acting like she was about to attend her own funeral. Turning on the faucet of the bathroom sink, she put the dwindling cigarette underneath the water. As it sizzled out, Amelia tossed it into the trash, before splashing her face with the cool tap water.
She needed to look her best for the evening, which meant at least an hour doing her makeup. Her highlighter has to be on point or she'll just be a lost cause. Her eyes scanned the mass array of products she owned, a little hum settling in the back of her throat as she pulled out a plum matte lippie. Jason would surely be there, and she wanted to look her best when she told him about her plan to get over her addiction. Maybe it would stop him from sleeping around. A girl can hope, at least. She grimaced to herself at the thought, pushing it to the back of her mind as she applied the lipstick and smiled at herself in the reflection. Royal purples were always so complimentary.
It took a decent while for her to get her appearance the way she wanted it. She ran her fingers through her hair, mussing it up some before she nodded in contempt. She had to pick out an outfit for the party. She slipped into something simple and stylish, tugging at the sleeves of her throw. She was probably going to be in mom jeans and pajamas at the rehab center, so why not go all out tonight? Grabbing her phone, she looked at her lockscreen. A picture of her and Jason from a couple months ago, grinning together before they started fighting. Scowling, she shoved the device into her pocket.
Stepping into the museum, Amelia grinned as she saw some familiar faces. She waved at a few of them, hugged a few more, and simply made herself known at the party. She grabbed a drink, taking a sip of it and leaning against one of the displays. She pulled her phone out once more, pulling up Jason's number before sending him a lighthearted text.
Tell me when you're here. I miss you. (;
They were always fighting nowadays, but maybe one night of fun could help rekindle their broke relationship.
Bruised knuckles and flying fists always was a great start to a party. Wouldnāt of been Nuko Maes if he hadnāt come to this dingy museum with a bloody lip. He was pressed against the brick wall with nothing but lonely gaggles of people smoking around the shrubs, and a tight-lipped sonofabitch with a fist-full of his t-shirt. Shouting obscenities while he laughed. Laughed, of all things, because it was ridiculous. Of course, heād been drinking. His breath stunk of cheap whiskey and cigarette smoke, and his pale peepers were feverishly bright. His gripped the taller manās wrist and let his free one push against the wall heād been trapped against. Using the leverage he had, Nuko smashed his forehead against the manās nose and felt an explosion of dizziness sweep over him.
It worked. Angry guyās grip loosened and he buckled under the pain. Probably hurt like hell. Blood sputtered from his nose like a faucet and he grappled on to it with a withering groan. Nuko took the opportunity to push him to his back with the toe of his spattered shoes, sniffling at his own aching jaw. He wiped the back of his hand across his lips and hawked the coppery-tasting swill from his mouth onto the grass, eying the asshole gurgling on his back all the while. Babbling about something he couldnāt understand. Howād the fight even start? Dude was drunk and stupid enough to sit on his bike after heād parked it in the lot. Didnāt take kindly to it, so he hauled off and clocked him without asking any questions.
Besides, he wasnāt sure why he was here. Usually avoided social gatherings like the plague. Not because he didnāt enjoy being around people, but people usually didnāt like being around him. Too much trouble. Too dark. Maybe the scar pulling at the corner of his lip scared āem off. He wasnāt sure, but he didnāt like the stares. Pity or disgustāit meant the same thing.
Suppose he told Jae heād show up. And if he said heād do somethingā¦ even if he didnāt like it, he damn well would. He wiped the sweat from his brow and straightened his jacket. No point wasting any more time outside with the shitty company heād found in the yard. āCheers, ya?ā He mumbled as he walked around the large shrubs and mumbling smokers, stepping onto the stone steps leading up to the museum doors. Dance music already wafted down, albeit muffled. He jogged up the stairs and idled outside, fishing his pack of Malboroās from his pocket and tipping one out into his hand. Best calm his nerves before throwing himself to the sharks. He wasnāt looking forward to seeing Jason drape himself all over Ameās. Or whoever else caught his eye.
Better find Jae, in any case.
[ Where you at? Iām here. ]
Text sent. Nuko took a drag from his cigarette, exhaled smoke from his nose and leaned against the brick wall. He tipped his head and turned his attention skywards. People came and went. Familiar faces from his peripheral vision. Pushing past the gaggles, opening the double-doors and slamming them shut. Everyone was here for the party. Or had other things in mind. Him? He didnāt know. Never usually did.
The doors slammed ahead of him. It took him a second to realize that someone was walking towards him. Asking if he had a lighter. Nuko startled a little, if only because he was surprised anyone would approach him. He had a reputation of being a shitty sonofabitch to be aroundātoo much trouble to rub shoulders with at least. Besides, he didnāt look too good right now. Busted lip, grass-stained jeans. Looking like he dragged himself out of the gutters. But here she was. A girl. Brown-haired and bright-eyed. Unfamiliar to him, which was weird because they lived in a particularly small town. He made a humming noise of assent and stepped away from the wall, āYeah, sure.ā
Jae hadnāt responded yet. Maybe he wasnāt even planning to show up after all. Heād said he would, but now he wasnāt sure. Staying put outside beat wandering around inside. Bumping into familiar faces didnāt sound too appealing. Besides, it was damn stuffy in there. He didnāt doubt that thereād be drunk girls stumbling around in knife-like heels, clasped in tight-knit groupsā¦ screeching how this was their favorite song. He fished the bullet-shaped lighter from his pocket and held it out to her. But instead of handing it over, Nuko poised his thumb across the flicker. Ready to light it. If it was at all something strange to do for someone heād never met, he didnāt give any indication he cared.
A slight grin cracked across his lips, dragging the scar back and revealing teeth.
āSomeone already ruined yerā shirt in there, eh?ā
Even if he looked amused, he hadnāt laughed. This girlāshe was a stranger. The more he looked at her, the more he thought that she just didnāt seem the type to be around these parts. Heād been here long enough to know. She wasn't stumbling down the stairs with an entourage of girls in tow, head-thrown back; cackling. Sure, there was plenty of smokers in there, but he knew most of them. Probably gave them smokes at some point. Seemed like he was always outside of whatever event was happening. Close enough to feel the heat, but far enough not to be involved. If sheād been living here for awhile, he was sure he wouldāve seen her. Or at least heard about her from Jae. Maybe Jason... if they still talked. His tone come out in a lazy drawl.
āMānames Nuko.ā
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