THE END

for anyone out there still following this blog or, for some reason, visiting it…i’ve been reworking achilles’ story quite intensely over the past couple months. when i finish it, i’d like to start a new blog detailing the story and work on developing the finer details through rp. i don’t know if this will come to fruition. my life will be very busy the next…six years? but i have not given up and i have not forgotten about achilles. i have not forgotten about the wonderful people that i’ve met here ( most of whom i’ve been terrible about maintaining a relationship with but nonetheless… ) i hope to revive some of the magic and liveliness that was once here years ago.

you can find me on my personal tumblr ( @gina-silvers ). message me there if you want to get in touch again :)

me, takes the prescribed dose of my stimulant medication: wants to punch someone also me: how tf does achilles do coke

[ woodsmcked ]

   Lighting up outside a local bar – more like just another night in Seattle. Every person Achilles meets comes with their own story, their own peculiarities. While studying human behavior is hardly interesting, there’s no denying that people are…strange. ❝ No, I’m good, ❞ she says with a dismissive wave. ❝ Is this your first time with another woman? ❞ Pause, then adding, ❝ I mean, I assume you’re here for a reason. ❞

[ woodsmcked ]

   New cliental being entirely new is not uncommon, though it is nice to know should Achilles choose to turn up the charm. And, by the looks of it, this woman is timid enough that a little charm will go a long way. ❝ Yeah, of course– ❞ Dammit. That would have been nice to know before snorting a few lines of coke in the bathroom. ❝ Just try not to overthink it. I’m pretty laid back, so we can take things slow if you want. ❞ After all, Charlie is the one paying. If that means smoking weed and playing Mario Kart, then hell yeah.

[ woodsmcked ]

   ❝ And you must be Charlie. Nice to meet you. ❞ A genuine statement despite smile not quite reaching tired eyes. New cliental offer the opportunity to make them regular cliental, and regular cliental means more money. ❝ Did you want to stay here a while or head out now? ❞

hello n.aughty children.

[ mcmachine ]

@radboy-sadboy

   all coherency abandoned achilles the moment she awoke to glaring lights, distorted screams, and the smell of her own blood mixed with smoke. an accident. right? everything blurs, ebbing and flowing with the rhythm of distant sirens, yet she can hear a woman’s voice. and someone is touching her. who is it? eyes focus enough to see red hair bathed in florescent light and immediately she panics. ❝ get your hands off me, ❞ she pleads, trying to pull away. ❝ don’t fucking touch me. ❞ 

[ univurs ]

   such a subtle touch reminds achilles how long it’s been since anyone touched her so softly, so goddamn sweetly. why do all good things have to come to such a tragic end… ❝ i- i don’t know. i just. i just don’t wanna lose a friend. ❞

[ runawaybun ]

   That initial inquiry is gone and forgotten within seconds of striking up a conversation – no doubt due to damage done by chronic drug usage. Instead she pulls the board from her shoulder to show off the scraped up cityscape painted on the back. ❝ Yeah, I’ve been skating since before I could ride a bike. ❞

[ viclentdeath ]

   Already on edge after the first few lines, Achilles snipes back, “Well, it’s still mine so I’m going first.” ( Again. )

[ pxtterisms ]

   ❝ …no. ❞ pause. ❝ make me one too. ❞

[ viclentdeath ]

   ❝ Yeah, but who paid for all of it? Not you. ❞

[ pxtterisms ]

   ❝ now you’re just trying to overcompensate. ❞

[ pxtterisms ]

   ❝ i didn’t need to tell him; he smelled them on you. ❞ as did the other dogs but benjy was less focused on them. achilles merely points to the fridge. ❝ now you have to make him scrambled eggs. ❞

[ pxtterisms ]

   ❝ next time you share those chicken mcnuggets, punk. ❞

   ❝ Better Benjy would be disappointed in you. ❞

[ viclentdeath ]

   ❝ You said not to explain, so…I didn’t. ❞