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The Third Sunday

The Midnight Texting Meme

It's the middle of the night and you're trying to catch some z's — or brooding alone in the alleys, as one does — when your phone dings and suddenly a stranger or a friend is texting you. What could they possibly want at this hour? Is it important? Stupid? Are they drunk or maybe just needy? ~~Do they need help hiding a body???~~ Pick up your phone and find out!

Rules:

● Post with your character's name and canon on the subject line, indicate preferences as needed
● Tag others
● Have fun!

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[Marcus couldn't contain his laughter at the sight of Wrench, all out of breath and sweaty after climbing up to find Marcus. All this because Marcus had ran with the industrial metal thing...he must've really hated industrial.

Fair.]

Man, this is all you, don't put this on me!

[Marcus doubled over laughing again and squatted down to sit on the landing just in case he lost balance.]

So what now? You gonna throw me off the bridge, Personal Jesus?

[ Wrench saw his mask flash his usual angry face, even though he was still trying to catch his breath. He walked toward Marcus who was on the fucking floor and kneeled in front of him, throwing weak punches at his chest. ]

You-- dickhead! You're lucky I have to focus on not dying right now!

[ his punches became much slower and weak and he finally gave in, collapsing next to Marcus with both legs dangling at the edge of the bridge. ] Give me a minute... I'll kick your ass--shit!!

[Marcus half-assedly blocked Wrench's fist, reaching out and cuffing his head gently as he collapsed.]

Stupid ass. You coulda just told me to come to your location.

[He punctuated that with one half-assed punch aimed at Wrench's shoulder.]

Embarrassed to have your black friend around your industrial friends, huh? I see how it is.

[ Wrench snapped his head up in a last attempt to catch Marcus's hand but wasn't fast enough. ] No, after I punched that guy they all started to brawl and I got kicked out.

[ He finally stopped seeing spots and took a deep breath. He pulled himself up and was sitting next to Marcus. He kicked his legs in the air, in true Wrench tantrum fashion. ] and shut up you know I have no other friends, especially not industrial friends. I fucking hate new wave metalheads!

[Marcus shook his head and snorted.]

Would we really call industrial metalheads new wave at this point? But I get you, they're the worst. I'm still pretty sure that guy was trying to get you to desecrate him or whatever though. Or maybe he wanted it the other way around, who knows.

[ Wrench stopped kicking, in all honesty that guy looked well beyond his thirties and dressed in extremely questionable merchandise. Frankly half the time Wrench didn't know how he came across such personalities. ] I'd rather drag my ass through a pile of nails.

[ He elbowed Marcus and shoved him away. ] Marylin Manson?! Really, dickhead?!

[Marcus tried not to keep laughing at Wrench--but it was too ridiculous not to.

He shrugged innocently, but shook his head.]

You don't really look like Marilyn, man. Dude's like 60. And he looks like he's decomposing.

[ Wrench couldn't stop himself from laughing even though he tried his damn hardest not to give Marcus the satisfaction. ] Good. The very least you could have called me Trent, that would have been less offensive.

[ he paused for a moment and looked away as he spoke, eyes on Marcus's work.] Your tag looks dope as fuck bro.

[Marcus shrugged, still grinning.]

All white people look the same to me anyway, Marilyn, Trent, it's all the same. You don't look like them, I promise.

[He leaned back on his elbows, looking back up at his tag.]

Thanks. I mean, Sitara does all the real work. I just put em up.

[ Wrench's head snapped to look back at Marcus and his mask showed two big exclamation marks. ] Marcus, are you flirting with me? You know I hate white people.

[Marcus laughed again, nodding.] Yeah, man. I know you hate them. What better way to a man's heart than through mutual hatred of white supremacy?

[ Wrench leaned his head on Marcus's shoulder and signed deeply. ] Oh Marcus, you really know how to make a guy feel special.

[ he lifted his arm and made a gesture toward the city.] Just imagine, all the white upper-middle class lives we have ruined so far. Froze their assets, ruined their credit scores, stole thousands upon thousands of incriminating e-mails! Tax evasion, money laundering, sex scandals! [ He shook Marcus's shoulder in his excitement.]

[Marcus laughed and shook his head, elbowing Wrench's side gently.]

Bro, you hate white people way too OD for a white guy. I know you're all masked mystery and what not, but you gotta tell me--are you actually white??

[ Wrench's mask showed a pair of elipses then it went pitch black for a minute. ] Yeah, no.

[ It hadn't been relevant before and Wrench had decided to keep that close to his chest, like everything regarding his past.

Times up. ]

I'm I'm Mutsun, native from the bay area, bro.

Edited 2018-05-22 01:21 (UTC)

[Marcus raised his eyebrows and nodded, grinning in spite of himself. From what little he'd heard about Wrench's past, it seemed like a good idea to leave that can of worms alone.

But it was good to know anyway.]

Whaaaat? That's dope, man! My mom's family is Choctaw! Going way back pre-Great Migration, but you know.

Yeah, on my mom's side, she still speaks the language and everything. [ Wrench's face lit up immediately, bold and blinking exclamation points all around.]

Wait seriously? I've never met any Choctaw folk before. That's fucking cool.

Edited 2018-05-22 01:55 (UTC)

Yeah dude! I ran into some bay area folks back when my grandparents dragged me to socials and powwows and stuff but--that's dope as fuck. See, no wonder we got along so quick.

[He cuffed Wrench's shoulder gently.]

We had a connection on a level we didn't even know about, man.

I've been to those since I can remember. So chances are we probably saw each other. [ Wrench could have seen Marcus and his family and they might have seen him do the chicken ddance

He leans on Marcus's shoulder and looks above at the night sky.]

That explains everything. We can't disappoint our ancestors now, can we? [ his mask lights up in a wink. ]

Damn, that's crazy. You don't look familiar at all though, so who knows. I feel like I'd remember your face.

[Marcus snorts because, honestly, he's pretty sure he's actively letting down his living relatives by not landing a Silicon Valley job in tech dev or some shit.

Maybe his ancestors get his cause, though. He's not holding his breath.]

We're doing our best, I guess.

[ Wrench starts dangling his feet again, this time in excitement. He's never been up here with Marcus but it's pretty sweet, the view, the warm breeze, the sight of cars speeding beneath them. He's feeling it.] We're dismantling entire empires--sure I'm not telling you that we're going to end it all by ourselves but I think even the smallest little dent counts and our dent is getting little teeny bit bigger everytime we screw these bastards over.

[ he drapes his arm over Marcus's shoulder, still leaning against him. ] Yeah, I was a pretty weird kid too, hard to miss. Anyway, you know what this means right? It's you and me and powwow season baby!

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The Third Sunday

wrench goin the extra mile here

excuses to see bf maybe

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hell ya all ur favs are ntv

no Whites allowed

NO SETTLERS ALLOWED IN DEDSEC sorry josh

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very hetero rn

NO BROMO LETS GET I ON