[ 🐈‍⬛ ] 𝙴𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙰 // 𝙼𝚄𝚁𝙿𝙷𝚈

[DARK SIDE -- RP-VERSED]

[ DARK SIDE :: rp-versed with ofsunlights HIIIIIII ; new character intro, chau; character intro for dante i think? idr; post snow-breakup-thing; LOLA MENTION!; lore dropping; drug abuse; the past; recurring Ken Kesey/Acid Test References ; in case u were wondering what murphy was doing the whole time. ]

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|| AND IF YOUR HEAD EXPLODES WITH DARK FOREBODINGS TOO /

I'LL SEE YOU ON THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON . ||

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Day Two

Call me back whenevah y' get where y're goin', K.? Um, mostly cause━[Shuffle, overturned glass clinking.]━Snow wan'ed 'a call y', but I said not to. I doan' fuckin' know what happened, but she seems like she wants t'...y' know, fix it.

Day Four

I know your phone's not dead, 'cause it's lettin' me call you. Hate that fuckin' thing. Doan' even call Cas━Snow━I know she woan' like it. She woan' like talkin' 'a you.

Day Seven

Last time 'm callin', Chikato. Tell me where y' are, 'f y' think about it. Be ca'ful. [Sigh.] Uh... Love you, y' piece 'a shit.

Day Ten

MURPHY keeps driving, his cell phone in his backpack is muffled. He sees things in the road, that when he checks for them in the rearview, disappear into the dust.

Day Sixteen ━ Somewhere in Maryland

THE only phone call he makes is at a rest stop at two in the morning, curled over his knees, looking suspicious, thinking out to the cold trees and spots of stars, cars as slashes of light along the highway.

He says into the phone, "Hey. 'S been a while." He asks, "Whe' a' ya now?"

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HE finds a motel. There's a weird smell that comes from behind the desk downstairs, Murphy can't tell what it is. Not like food, not like anything biological, like mold... He goes through the options in his head. Mold, out. Skunked beer? Nah. Some kind of fruit or cooked vegetable left out? Mm...unlikely. Some kind of illicit substance unfit for human consumption seems the most probable. He might take his chances, depending on what it'd do to him.

Day Eighteen

SHE'S shot━even people like Murphy, who are also shot and still functioning in a way that has enough substance to make others angry, know this. Chau requires gentleness━she has never gotten it, or enough of it━and no-one knows this is exactly what she needs. They all just get a feeling that she is incapable and shattered in many imperceptible and stringent ways, which must've taken very long to catch up to her━no one incident did it to her, it was a long history of many of them━to wear her bones. No-one can tell when they'll appear sudden and vivid like flashes of red stage-lights: she is like a walking horror movie, anticipation at every turn, every slip of her jaw. All the junkies who knew her knew to be cautious of these fissures, but they did so out of taboo, instead of any real unsettlement.