THE SILENT ARE DAMNED; CHARACTER DUMP

[aureate]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Thought about Jason getting a stick and poke tattoo behind his ear to signify that he's deaf, but he's not the sort of person who would broadcast that? Doesn't want anyone taking advantage of it in a fight. Still, if he does. This kind of thing. Click.

[J. HOLLOWAY]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]He lifts his hand lazily, ticking off each listed phrase with a flick of a finger. "One, if I plug my right ear I don't have to listen to your sorry ass. Two, I can probably shit talk you in sign language and you probably won't know. Three, if people ask if I'm deaf when I ignore them, I can say sort of and that's fun." He drops his hand with a grin and stretches out a little, letting his spine pop. "Don't focus on the negatives, jackass."

[aureate]

Mobile but Kronos by Keaton Henson but with a familial tone instead of romantic.

[J. HOLLOWAY]

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— &. WHEN I HIT THE ROCK BOTTOM

[justify]THAT EXISTS AFTER THE ROCK BOTTOM AND NO ROPE OR HAND APPEARED, I WONDERED. WHAT IF NOTHING WANTS ME BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT ME? (I AM BOTH THE POISON AND THE ANTIDOTE)  / ♚ /  BIO / TAGS / AESTHETIC / SOURCE ———

[align=center][div style="font-size:13pt;line-height:.9;color:#000;font-family:arial black;padding:8px"]「 — &. HOW DID YOU SURVIVE? THEY ASK 」
[div style="width:420px;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-bottom:5px;margin-top:2px;margin-left:2px"][justify]
HOW MUCH DID THEY HAVE YOU BLEED; HOW LONG DID THEY MAKE YOU SUFFER; HOW LOW DID THEY FORCE YOU DOWN; HOW DARK DID THEY TINT YOUR DREAMS? UNTIL YOU HAD THEIR BLOOD GLISTENING ON YOUR TEETH; UNTIL YOUR SUFFERING PALED IN COMPARISON TO THEIR OWN; UNTIL IT WAS THEIR THROATS PINNED UNDER YOUR BOOT; UNTIL YOU LEARNED TO ENJOY THE SOUND OF SCREAMS. I DIDN'T. YOU REPLY  / ♚ /  TAGS / AES / SOURCE ———

[aureate]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Write about the habits Jason still has. Behavioral patterns that he knows people close to him will recognize, and part of him loathes that. He doesn't want most of them to recognize him. The only reason he hasn't done everything in his power to squash them down is because some part of him still hopes that Tim hasn't given up on him too.

[aureate]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]"With this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, I will turn myself into a gun, because it's all I have, because I'm hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I'll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me `cause I couldn't make you love me and I'm tired of pulling your teeth." — Richard Siker', excerpt from Wishbone

[J. HOLLOWAY]

[align=center][div style="font-size:13pt;line-height:.9;color:#000;font-family:arial black;padding:8px"]「 WITH THIS BULLET LODGED IN MY CHEST 」
[div style="width:435px;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-bottom:5px;margin-top:2px;margin-left:2px"][justify]
COVERED WITH YOUR NAME, I WILL TURN MYSELF INTO A GUN, BECAUSE IT'S ALL I HAVE, BECAUSE I'M HUNGRY AND HOLLOW AND JUST WANT SOMETHING TO CALL MY OWN. I'LL BE YOUR SLAUGHTERHOUSE, YOUR KILLING FLOOR, YOUR MORGUE AND FINAL RESTING, WALKING AROUND WITH THIS BULLET INSIDE ME 'CAUSE I COULDN'T MAKE YOU LOVE ME AND I'M TIRED OF PULLING YOUR TEETH -
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[J. HOLLOWAY]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Dangerous - Royal Deluxe
Scars - Boy Epic
Way Down We Go - Kaleo
Soldier - Fleurie
Crossfire - Stephen

[J. HOLLOWAY]

[align=center][div style="font-size:13pt;line-height:.9;color:#000;font-family:arial black;padding:8px"]「 WITH THIS BULLET LODGED IN MY CHEST 」
[div style="width:435px;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-bottom:5px;margin-top:2px;margin-left:2px"][justify]
COVERED WITH YOUR NAME, I WILL TURN MYSELF INTO A GUN, BECAUSE IT'S ALL I HAVE, BECAUSE I'M HUNGRY AND HOLLOW AND JUST WANT SOMETHING TO CALL MY OWN. I'LL BE YOUR SLAUGHTERHOUSE, YOUR KILLING FLOOR, YOUR MORGUE AND FINAL RESTING, WALKING AROUND WITH THIS BULLET INSIDE ME 'CAUSE I COULDN'T MAKE YOU LOVE ME AND I'M TIRED OF PULLING YOUR TEETH -
[align=center]———  [  ♚  /  BIOGRAPHY  /  TAGS  /  AESTHETIC  /  QUOTE SOURCE  /  ♚  ]  ———

[aureate]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]He wishes that he could turn this moment into something poetic. He wishes that he could quote Shakespeare or make some grand speech. It doesn't work like that, of course.