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✧･ﾟ: | 4 morant (irene)

concept: irene is out late after sneaking through her bedroom window, and is accompanied by a familiar face on arrival.

note; this was set when she was 13/14, so she lived with her parents at the time.

word count; 1934

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irene wasn't used to genuine company.

upon ungodly hours of the morning, you could find the girl idly scrolling through posts after posts on her bygone phone. you'd find the idle luminence of the phone screen reflecting on her bedroom wall, providing her only source of light beside her. you'd find her dull and numb expression, examining on the same forums day and day out. 

this is how nights were for irene finch, desolate and lonely. 

she placed her half-empty can of cherry coke on her bedroom floor, the light diminishing from it as she clicked her phone shut. the room was now shrouded in a layer of swallowing darkness, apart from the glow of the moon and stars that was nothing in comparison. regardless, irene didn't have much to entertain herself with.

she didn't have much to entertain herself with inside the house, to be exact.

stretching her legs, the weary girl stood on her feet, hearing the slight crack come from her bed. as expected as someone like her, her room was quite the opposite of clean. old worn clothes were scattered in the corners like they were ready to be thrown away, her desk was a multitude of scrapped paper and wet paintbrushes, and books from school were lazily placed at the end of her bed, never being able to convince herself to pick up her pen or get up in the mornings. her room was messy, much like her mind. she wanted a distraction from this same shit, day in and day out.

she glanced at her alarm clock; 1:35am. honestly, this wasn't the latest time she'd considered doing this, and it definitely won't be the last. she unclasped the hinge on her window, pushing it open and immediately feeling the cold, night air gust in her face. irene felt shivers trickle at the sudden contact, standing back and looking down at herself.

once again, she was already dressed. it was rare she'd the energy to change out of her day clothes and today wasn't an exception.

'.. it's not THAT cold.' she mouthed to herself, in an attempt to give some pitying self-talk. she walked over to her desk, which had a grey denim-jacket slung over the edge of it, the contents of the pockets clearly looking dense. irene unzipped it, scurring her hand around for a moment until she felt a half-empty cardboard box, and a bitesize plastic container filled to the brim with lighter solution. 

'just suck it up 'til you start smoking.'

and with the contents in hand, finch slung her legs over the edge of her windowsill, propping herself upon the frame and began her descent to the outer world. climbing down from her patio roof, she caught herself on the frigid, hard concrete, met by a glacial breeze.

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it took approximately 20 minutes to reach the park.

of course, her dad had confiscated her skateboard after her profuse refusal to help in a shoplifting scheme. it left her with a burning purple bruise on her back, yet she felt more dejected by the fact she had to make an effort to walk to places.

irene dragged her feet across the grass of the park, leading herself to the one location she would always find herself puffing her feelings away in smoke. it was a 6-foot tall wall, shrouded in moss and vines, but was easily accessible by simply stepping on a rock and propping yourself on it, which is exactly what irene resulted to doing, only being around 5'3. she readjusted herself, directing her grass-green eyes to the moon, that same moon she'd seen out her window 20 minutes earlier.