edges blur, the walls are bending

[SKYLAR ANTHONY CASTLE]

The month of August had never been so odd. The weather seemed to harbor somewhere between a thunder storm and the most cloudless sunny days. Today was one of those days where the sky was endless and azure. Rays of sun hung down at its lowest, showing the time was approximately lunch. It seemed as if all the children of Empress were ignoring the time of lunch and wandering about in the outdoors, collecting vitamin D, and pumping themselves up with street hockey or just a stroll on their bikes. In one of the alley ways of Empress a lonesome child whizzed by on his bike with a sack full of newspapers. He must’ve been the paper boy for the local news. As he zoomed by some trash cans, a fury of chocolate bar wrappers flew into the air. Had the boy not even noticed the figure looming about in the trash? Had he been to focused on his task at hand to even look slightly to the left? There was a reason that he did not see the man sitting amongst the garbage and that was not because of his focus and determination. This man was invisible to the world, a ghost to all that was living. He was quite literally a spirit that was unnoticed and unheard. He could stand out like no other person could, and at the same time he was one of the most forgotten. He was dead.

He felt like a hobo—sitting there amongst the trash that was Empress. Sure he was actually quite literally fallen into a jumble of trash, but he felt like no matter what he would be trapped in this town which had its equivalency. As all the wrappers flipped out around him, there was finally a nerve inside of him that prompted his feet to stand up. Part of him still didn’t understand the afterlife and how he was still alive, even though he was quite well dead. These were some of the thoughts that had been consuming him for the year of his death. What was the point of this afterlife? Who was the Shinigami, exactly? The only time Skylar had ever heard that term was when he read manga or watched anime. It seemed odd that he would refer to himself with a title rather than just being called a God of Death. Was he actually the death? People always made sketches of a looming and cloaked figure with a scythe, but Skylar didn’t even know how to describe the character he assumed to be death. There were just some places, things, and people that were never meant to be described, and the Shinigami would have to be one of them that was left for another day.

How had Skylar even got here? He wasn’t exactly sure how he stumbled into this alley way, but he figured that it was somewhere near one of the grocery stores. After all, it had been a nice day so it would make sense for Skye to wander about his surroundings and figure out this place better. He wasn’t from around here and felt the entire area as an awkward place to be in. It was so small, and even this alley way seemed more like a back road that was just some sort of excuse for an alley way, since as far as Skylar was concerned, the alley was always the place you laid out the trash bins for pick up, and now Skylar was with them.

Right, as if someone was coming to pick him up and take him to the dump.

Skylar kicked the trash can as hard as he could but found that his foot just went right throw the thing and came back at him. It wasn’t even fair. He wasn’t really good at making contact with objects in this life. There were ghosts that could hold a coffee cup or kick a can easily, but Skylar was just not one of those people. As the gamers of the world called it, he was a ‘noob’. “This is starting to get really old and really ridiculous.” He was frustrated with it all. Typically, he was so reserved with life and happy but right now he just felt completely down on himself with everything. He had been alone for days, not finding a single person to talk to, and he couldn’t even find comfort in the silence that he had befriended so long ago. Was there anyone out there? Was there not even a whisper of words to fill the void? “Hello world, I am waiting for something else down here!” Skylar called out aimlessly, waiting only a short moment for a nonexistent response. “Still waiting…” He shook his head. “This is so useless right now.”

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CREDITS//: lyrics to breathe carolina, graphics by me.
TAGGED//: currently no one.
COUNT//: 800
NOTES//: finally Skylar has a post.

[OLI STELLA NEWSLADE]

Empress was such a boring city. It was always a boring place. Blah blah blah, boring. No one here was of interest, no place was here was of interest. Empress was a ghost town, left by the public for the spark of gold to the west. All that was left now was the dusty old town of Empress, with hardly a grocery store to boast its name. Sure, Empress had artisans, but Jesus that sounded like a disease, and a deadly one at that. There were still people here, nearly made out of dust like everything else in the town. The only thing mildly interesting around here was the weather and boy was that the talk of the town. The strange eddies of wind, the storms and the heat. It was like global warming all over again! Farmers worried about crops and old ladies with nothing better to do. Empress was the type of town to have weather on its big news reports. Though, today the town of Empress was more a buzz than usual. It wasn’t everyday a pretty young girl got mowed down by a road raging semi truck. Alright, maybe that was exaggerating it just a little bit. The poor girl deserved it though; she was dead now and stuck here, in hick ville. Oh why, oh why oh why did her father have to live in stupid Empress?

Dead, dead, dead, what did that even mean? Apparently, this. Oli growled under her breath, swinging her feet as she walked across the pavement, balancing on the edge of the sidewalk. Oh woe was her. Just the other day Oli was alive and happy, skipping down this very street, whistling to herself. Or, rather not. In fact, the other day, Oli was pretty sure at this time she was donning black clothes, carefully preparing herself for her journey to Massingale in the dead of night. The mistakes of the living. Oli jumped from the sidewalk, running across the street, straight through a car that whizzed past. She’d learnt this trick very early on, just after her soul was ripped so unceremoniously from her body. It didn’t do much, but it felt pretty damn cool to be running through a fucking car. What the hell else was she supposed to do now that she was dead? It was fucking annoying. She wanted to go back to Brooks, Calgary, fucking Los Angelo’s, anywhere but goddamn here. Empress was so small and dinky and pointless and it made her want to smash the entire town. She knew the place like the back of her hand but it wasn’t hard. You could walk around the town of Empress in a day, easily. What was even the point of this damn town?

Oli didn’t even know where she was going. Why did it matter, this town was all the fucking same to her. God, she could even go back and just sit where the brake marks still sat, fresh from the accident. They probably hadn’t even been able to scrape her entire body of the pavement. She supposed that’s what fucking seat belts were for then. She was just trying to get rid of the stuck up cops in this place. They had nothing better to do so they protected a damn abandoned house with no worth what so ever. Jesus, what did they expect? Oli huffed out a breath, wishing to God or whoever the fuck was watching over her that there would be something to do. Oli wasn’t the type to just walk around aimlessly and fuck around. She needed action, she needed adventure. Yeah, looking at that old man that just passed her, that was nowhere to be found on a day like today.

So was it really a call from the heavenly lord that Oli heard a voice call out right then? She’d never be sure because she went straight running for it, without a second thought. She didn’t care if whoever it was was dead or alive or a fucking zombie, they spoke her soul and so it had to be fate. It took her a moment, but then she looked down an alley and spotted something like a form. She almost ran past but skidded to a stop, spinning and bolting directly down the alley. She got closer and her heart leapt. “FUCKING HELL SKYE!” she recognized this person, she fucking knew him. God, she was happy now. Fucking jumping for joy. She would have run straight into the boy in a hug, surely bowling him over in a tackle, had she not run directly through him. “Fuck!” she’d tumbled directly into the trash heap behind him, her hands planting in what looked like an old banana. “Jesus and I thought this was a good thing” Oli straightened and turned toward Skylar, shaking her head. “Fuck Skye I may hate your goddamn guts but it’s good to see a familiar face!” she was positively beaming, whipping her hands on the tattered ends of her skirt. “Now, please baby Jesus say you’re dead or I swear I’ll kill you right now.”

credits ;; heather!
lyrics ;; holly (would you turn me on?), all time low
tags ;; skylar
words ;; 853
notes ;; oh my goose this is going to be EPID.

[SKYLAR ANTHONY CASTLE]

One year. It had been one year since fate decided that life should no longer be available for Skylar Castle. He wasn’t exactly sure how everything added up in a short period of time, but somehow he ended up in the afterlife, dead as ever. Once upon a time he lived a life in Brooks, Alberta where he would do odd jobs for people around the town. It had never been one of the safer places in town and had been infamous for having gangs and had a high percentage of rape victims. Other than these two things, Skylar had been completely content living in the place, and visiting surrounding areas, but now he was trapped in a place he wasn’t particularly familiar with. He had wandered about when he was still alive, investigating the different area’s but never really found much point to it, the town that was. It seemed so empty compared to every other place he had been to. Maybe that was the reason why Cameron had brought him down here, because it was so much smaller and would be more low key than if he was to do anything back in Brooks. But then what about Lilith? It didn’t matter anyways.

Besides Cameron there were other people he knew back at home that he missed a little. You couldn’t help but meet some strange and unusual characters in your time alive. Then again, Skylar probably found more people strange and unusual when he died. It wasn’t exactly like the movie beetle juice or anything, but just people in general were kind of freaky. He had to admit he was somewhat of a freak himself. There he was, standing in the middle of an alleyway, screaming to the heavens which he knew would not call upon him in any which way. That was, at least what he thought would happen. There was a sudden twist in the air that made Skylar’s stomach feel a little uneasy. It was almost as if he could sense the presence of another person, but he wasn’t exactly sure. Suddenly a voice emerged to the side of him and he found himself twisting his body only to have another body flailing in his direction.

Out of habit, Skylar flinched and lifted one of his arms to defend his face, but that didn’t prepare him for the feeling he was about to go through. Whoosh. A frozen-like chill passed through him quickly. He had never experienced this bonding of when two ghosts were to meet each other in physical contact and now that he had he was a little worried with it all. Who exactly had just run through him? He rested his arm and look down at where there was a girl amongst the trash. He realized right away that there was something oddly familiar about her. “Oh damn it.”

He rolled his eyes down at the girl. Right away he felt that there was no point to respond to her right away. She would do most of the talking for him, anyways. It was actually odd to see that body laying there in the trash, and at the same time it wasn’t odd in the least. What was actually odd was that she could see Skye. He was dead after all. Did that mean that she too had died? But why was she in this little town, Empress if that was how it was? There were a few questions that he wanted to drill at her but realized that right now probably wasn’t the time. Besides, once again, he expected her to go about telling him all about it. That was just the way she was and always would be. “Oh, it’s you.” Finally he let the words come out of his mouth. He sounded rude and sarcastic, which was slightly off character for him, but the relationship between him and this girl was one that had always been slightly off character for him. He brought his hand to the top of his head and readjusted his hair, although it fell back to place making the entire gesture completely pointless. It wasn’t until a moment later that he realized the girl was still sitting in the garbage and he couldn’t help but think it was a little cute—or pitiful. Yes. It was pitiful. His lips twisted up slightly before he brought himself to say something more, “Do you need help or something? Sitting there in the trash isn’t exactly the best look for you there, Oli.”

Oh how she tortured him in so many ways. It had been a long time since he set eyes on this girl and she was definitely not the person he would expect to see, not here in the afterlife, and most definitely anywhere near Empress. “Tell me, why the fuck are you in Empress and how come you can see me? Don’t tell me you finally got yourself killed? It was bound to happen eventually, I suppose.” He chuckled at his own comment as if it was something so witty. Jesus, this girl brought out the worst in him sometimes. Finally, he extended his hand as an offering, whether or not Oli would take it or be too full of pride and just help herself back up.

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CREDITS//: lyrics to breathe carolina, graphics by me.
TAGGED//: OLI-POP!
COUNT//: 883
NOTES//: the most epid thing EVER.

[OLI STELLA NEWSLADE]

How were you supposed to survive, as a dead person, for any amount of time? Did dead people eat, sleep, drink, go to the damn washroom? Oli hadn’t eaten anything since she died, half afraid it would go straight through her body. She hadn’t been hungry either, but Oli never was the healthiest person and would eat of boredom. She wanted to be back home, where she knew people and could do things. Jesus, if her mother hadn’t gotten divorced and then decided to send Oli to her father, she wouldn’t be dead right now! She hoped her mother was happy now, with a dead daughter. Not like Oli’s mother ever cared much about her daughter. Just another burden. She just cared about that rich bastard that she married. All for his money, Oli knew that. The guy was old, and her mother was a gold digger. Perfect match. But, then again, if her mother hadn’t married the guy Oli would have never gotten that beautiful house, and then the beautiful gardener. Or, rather boy who mowed the lawn. Oli remembered seeing him for the first time. There was no doubt about it, Skylar was hot. Oli had fallen for this first, watching him mow the lawn from her room as she got ready. Of course, she never expected him to be so damn annoying. Or things to go like they did. There were no hard feelings Oli had toward Skye, though it probably seemed that way. She was just herself, and hell, people had to deal with that.


The hell was this guy doing in an ally in the first place? Oli always found him in the strangest places. He was, though, a very strange person. If not, horribly, horribly annoying. Oli knew she’d punched the kid at least once, though she couldn’t remember it. He’d probably been trying to kiss her, like always. Fucking men couldn’t contain them. Oli had barely even noticed the feeling when she crashed through Skylar; she was more concerned about not getting her face stuck in a heap of trash. Figuring the fact that she was barely a day dead though, that was not a feeling she was used to. A cool icy rush, straight through her entire body. It was the strangest things, but really all Oli was thinking now was how the hell ghosts had sex. If they just went through everything, it would be...well impossible. There had to be some way, no way was Oli living any amount of time without that source of entertainment. Maybe Skylar would be her test subject. They hadn’t been known to get that far yet, but their relationships sometimes headed in that general direction, if Oli didn’t punch him first.

She would have never said she was glad to see Skylar, except for the fact that she finally met another person she could talk to. If it hadn’t been for the damn scary Shinigami showing up when she died she would have thought she was all alone in this hallowed world. There were people here, but none of them Oli knew. She was good at making friends, or just making noise, but she wanted a little familiarity. And besides, all the ghosts looked so fucking depressed “Oh it’s me?! Couldn’t you at least act a little fucking happier to see me?” Oli glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest. Sure, they had a messed up history but why would it matter? She couldn’t remember how things were when she last saw him, were they friends or enemies? It had been over a year and Oli barely had that type of memory. She glared up at him from the trash, fully content to stay there and not get his help. She didn’t need stupid Skye’s help, not if he was planning on being a jerk to her. She hated when Skye was a jerk, it was so pointless. But, well, maybe he remembered things better then she had.

Oli hadn’t ever expected to see Skylar of all people here in the afterlife. Surely he was dead, as he could see her. When the hell had he died? And, wait, why the fuck was he in Empress? “Oh, don’t you know, my dad lives here. Don’t’ see why the fuck he’d live in this damn town though. There is nothing to do,” Oli glared at Skylar again, but couldn’t help but answer his questions. “Yeah, finally did run myself into the ground like you always fucking said I would. Died just yesterday too, my bodies still fresh, if not a little torn and mangled. You finally decide to spice up your life or did you swallow some damn rat poison?” she queried right back at him. She didn’t want to take his hand, it felt degrading to her. She was in one of her moods where she didn’t like Skye very much. She tried to scramble to her feet to herself, but the damn trash bags were slippery and jesus, there was more fucking rotting things everywhere. She slipped several times before nearly getting up and falling straight back down. “Fuck fine if you want to hold my damn hand so much here,” she grabbed Skylars hand and hoisted herself up to her feet, finally, stumbling away from the trash, closer to Skye. “Ew, outta my space,” she pushed him back, wiping her hands off on his shirt.

credits ;; heather!
lyrics ;; holly (would you turn me on?), all time low
tags ;; skylar
words ;; 904
notes ;; WHY DOES YOUR INTERNET HAVE TO DIE NOW:"(

[SKYLAR ANTHONY CASTLE]

Seeing her face was one of the most unexpected things in the world and Skylar no longer knew what to do with himself. Moments before he had been itching to have a good, decent conversation with someone but now he had wished he could go back to his lonely life, living among the trash cans and abandoned buildings. All of this sounded a little harsh, but the way Skylar knew Oli was a little harsh. There was so much to explain that it would be impossible to fit in a nutshell. He still remembered when he was wandering about the city putting up posters to do odd jobs at houses for cheap money when this old man pulled up to him and told him “I will pay double what you are asking if you get in the car now and get to work, I can provide you the mower.” It was one of the most odd things that he had heard, and although he was well away of all the dangers of getting in a stranger’s car, Skylar had never really been one to care too much. Eventually they had pulled up to a house that he couldn’t even imagine himself ever living in and the old man told him to get to work right away.

Of course he wandered a little bit to look for the mower and the garden tools and he had walked in on some middle-aged woman sun tanning topless in the back yard. Of course he had inched his way out of that situation and found that the mower had been set up for him in the front yard where he instantly went to work. While he was working he noticed a girl up in the window. There was something magnificent about her. She appeared to be like some sort of damsel in distress, considering her appearance didn’t exactly go with the fancies of the house. Skylar had instantly been infatuated by the thoughts of this, and eventually when they met things just took its toll. Of course Skye had never expected the girl to be such a pain in the ass, and so violent. It was as if he wasn’t allowed to be romantic or else he got a punch in the face. He couldn’t imagine himself going down that road again… sort of…

Truth be told, Skylar wasn’t even sure where the two of them stood. He was sure the last time he saw the girl was when Cameron picked him up from her house and took him down this way. So it must’ve been just before the time that Skylar had died. It was sad really to think that they were so… somewhat close… and then to be pulled apart by some sort of gang leader, however unfortunate. At that moment though he didn’t really care too much about that stuff. All he saw was the same Olivia that preferred to be called Oli, and had an attitude twice the size of her body. “I’m sorry, would you like me to try that again, oh wow, Oli I can’t believe it’s you!” He tried to raise his voice for fake emphasis but it was all poorly delivered. He had never been really good with mockery. It never really looked good on him or suited him in general.

As Oli answered some of Skye’s questions, he couldn’t find himself to reply back to her. Sometimes she could be so ridiculous and animated. If anything she was one of the best sources of entertainment, though it was slightly interesting that her father had lived here. It was slightly disgusting how open the girl could be about some of the most gruesome things, but at the same time it was slightly refreshing that she could be so honest. “Sounds like you went out the way you wanted to, like jesus, Oli, you are horrible for that shit.” He chuckled a little after thinking about his own death, “Unlike your… unfortunate… death mine is a little more complicated to be spun around into a sentence, but thanks for asking.” He winked at her. The way he always winked at her when he wanted to get some sort of rise out of her. Typically it was something he did because he would do it when she was most definitely not in the mood for it at all, but right now it was just to bring back some of what that had, but of course the girl could do that for herself. Skylar’s hand was still extended out for her when she was slipping about and just like he thought she would make some sort of retort at him before he would accept his help. He laughed a little the moment she finally got herself a little sturdy, and continued to chuckle as she pushed him away. He didn’t care too much about the gunk she got on his shirt at that time. “Holy shit, you haven’t changed in the least bit, still the same bitch I left back home.” His eyebrow turned up at her waiting for her own little retort. Part of him slowly realized why he used to like her so much, while there was a little sliver trying to remind him why he shouldn’t like her so much, either way he looked at it though she was still the darkened princess he had loved to hate and hated to love.

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CREDITS//: lyrics to breathe carolina, graphics by me.
TAGGED//: OLI-POP!
COUNT//: 906
NOTES//: ffs! I know, I mean, this is going to be the ultimate thread, doesn’t my internet understand that?

[OLI STELLA NEWSLADE]

Oli didn’t even know how she had let this boy ever be in a relationship with her. It had happened several times, and they’d come together and then spun apart just as fast. They were the perfect example of a on again off again couple. If one could even call it that. Oli was never really sure of what their relationship was besides the fact that she liked him, most of the time, and he liked her, sometimes. They conflicted so much though, and Skylar was easy to hate. Sometimes she enjoyed it when he was a sweetheart towards her, really struck the cords of her heart. Other times, well she just really felt like hitting someone and his face happened to get in the way. Right now, Oli felt they were the farthest thing from a relationship. If the fact that they were meeting once more in a trash heap meant anything she was sure. God, she couldn’t even see herself kissing the face before her, or getting all possessive over such a simple boy. And of course, in the year that he was gone Oli had found other guys and other girls to fall all over but that meant nothing. In the times of their ‘relationships’ Oli had seen plenty of other people, seen being in her definition either made out with or actually gone out with. Oli hadn’t cheated on him, per say, she would never do that, but it had been enough to cause a few little tiffs. And they would break up, and then get started again and the entire cycle would start over. Oli didn’t know why neither of them learned, especially herself.


Love at first sight, what did that even entail? A lot of people scoffed at the idea, blaming teenage hormones. But Oli knew what it was like to fall in love with a person at first sight. You saw more than their looks, their outward appearance. For her, sometimes, she felt she could see into the very soul of a person. Of course, that had never happened with Skye. Where the hell did he disappear too anyway, for that whole year? Her step father had been paying him good money to strut around a yard of a magnificent house with no shirt on and a pretty girl to watch. She remembered some guy coming to pick him up in a car one day, she was pretty sure it was right after one of their fights because she could see herself chasing after the car, thumping on the back of it and screaming until it got out the gates. She had never been sad to see Skye go, she just wanted to finish the damn argument and prove him wrong, like she always did. “Oh Skye, you were always the worst fucking liar,” she shook her head, lying never suited him. Of course, this was one of the things that made her fall for him in the first place. She hated liars, but there was a lot more to this boy then that, a lot more bad stuff she couldn’t take the time to deal with.

“At least I’m living buddy. Or I suppose I was fucking living” she hated the way he laughed after his words, like something was funny. Humph, she was dead nothing was funny. Then there was that wink, that horrible irritating wink hat made her want to scream at him. He knew she hated it and would anger her to no means. And really, no matter what she would do, Oli would always end up mad at him in some way. “Oh, what, you couldn’t spare a few more fucking sentences for your dear old Oli?” she hated how closed off he always was. It made her want to rip his face off. Now, of course, she really wanted to know. “Why the hell are you in Empress anyway Skye? I didn’t even know you knew about this fucking hick ville,” she was not in the mood for his nonsense. She wished she were taller, so she could intimidate him, or at least get a good kick at his face. As it were, the height difference between the two of them was certainly a disadvantage for Oli. She remembered countless times that Skye had gotten pissed at her and just carried her out of the room, much to her displeasure. “Hah, why the fuck would I ever change love?” she tipped her head, placing a hand on her hip. Oli had been the same girl since she was thirteen and realized the name Olivia did not suit her one bit and she needed a change, right then. “I see you haven’t changed a smidgen either Skye, still the fucking same old cold hearted gentleman. How do you even snag girls with that ice cold personality?” Oli thought boring people were useless, and Skylar sometimes fit into that category for her. Sure, he had all his tattoos and seemed pretty damn interesting, but once you hit the wall of emotions, he just zapped away, nothing more than a wisp of smoke.

credits ;; heather!
lyrics ;; holly (would you turn me on?), all time low
tags ;; skylar
words ;; 854
notes ;; mah post feels short, do apologize>>

[SKYLAR ANTHONY CASTLE]

The history between two characters like Oli and Skylar was odd and somehow had a way of repeating itself. When they were both alive they were so convinced of each other’s affection that they would always come back to each other, even when the was a different potential significant other. No one understood it, including the two of them Skylar always thought it had something to do with his secret pleasure of being pushed around. There was something about aggression that always got to him and Oli was one of the most aggressive people that he knew. She would treat him like a piñata, beating him until he bleed candy. Okay, it wasn’t exactly like that, but as far as Skylar was concerned he felt like he was always being beaten on or thwacked. That usually wasn’t the part that bothered him. The abuse that seemed to be given to him was actually not much of a problem at all, except for the verbal kind. If there was anything that Olivia ever had, it was a mouth, and it was wide and everything that came out of it was loud and honest. Maybe if it wasn’t for that they wouldn’t last like a ripple of water, but then again, it was that ripple that brought them back together.

Speaking of big mouths… Skylar could feel it all coming back to him suddenly. He remembered why he left and he actually remembered calling Cameron during the time that Oli was yelling at him. Cameron wasn’t exactly one of Skye’s favorite people, but it was someone that Oli didn’t know and that Skylar didn’t have Cameron question their relationship. Now that they had found each other again, but some fucked up twist of fate, he would have to embrace it all over again. Her it comes. “And you were never too good at shutting the fuck up,” Actually, he liked how Oli was actually honest and spoke her mind, it was better than bottling it all up and keeping it somewhere pointless. Things were better off in the open. How were you supposed to live life hiding in a box? No one would ever get to know you that way. Maybe the honesty that both of them shared was what made them bond together. Neither of them were afraid to point out each other’s flaws and neither of them were really hurt but cruel words. Not exactly the most romantic thing in the world, but at the time it had worked for the two of them… for a few days.

Really, Skylar brought everything upon himself. He was the one that would instigate things, half the time, just like now. He would make a simple action or retort back at Oli and then all hell would break loose and the two would get in a yelling contest. Occasionally one of them would just walk away when they felt like they were done screaming their lounges out, but usually that person was Skylar. Olivia was to persistent to ever give up a yelling battle. Yes, she was still persisting even now. “Fine. You want a few sentences? That guy Cameron that used to pick me up was actually some sort of gang leader, long story short we came up here for a while and I pissed him off and he shot me in a cop station, you happy? Jesus.” If Skylar had a pack of cigarettes on him at that time he probably would be chain smoking to shit. That was what this girl did to him at times like this. He wasn’t exactly the type to be addicted to substances like that but when he was stressed out the cravings popped up more and more. He really hoped that’s she wouldn’t ask anymore about that stuff because then he would have to explain Lilith and then she would get all bitchy at him and right now he did not want to deal with it. Sure, he could easily pick up the little pip-squeak, and set her down elsewhere and hopefully shut her up for a little bit, but he doubted that it would work. Whenever thinks came to other girls she got feisty beyond belief. He laughed slightly. Sometimes talking to this girl seemed like such a joke. “Yes, I am still the asshole that could lift you up and use you as my dumb-bells. And it is funny that you should mention that, because I was wondering the same thing about how you could find a guy without pulling vampire on them and sucking the life out of body?” He waited for an answer as if it was some sort of serious question. Of course Skylar wasn’t going to state anything and he was sure that Oli wouldn’t either. They would probably find something else to bitch over eventually. It was actually almost fun. It was better than nothing and had always kept Skylar on his toes. Oli was just original like that.

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CREDITS//: lyrics to breathe carolina, graphics by me.
TAGGED//: OLI-POP!
COUNT//: 832
NOTES//:your post is not short tho. Don’t compare it to wren and bell. ;p

[OLI STELLA NEWSLADE]

It was easy to tire of Skylars fucking voice, and Oli was already growing bored with their conversation. She hated standing around and talking, except if it were a good argument. If there wasn’t something interesting going on though, Oli was known to simply walk away from anyone who was boring her. She had been known to do it several times to Skye, much to his displeasure. But hell, if she was bored she was going to go do something about it. Though, she knew this wasn’t exactly the place to look for something to do. Right now, talking to Skye was about the most entertaining option she had right about then. Usually when Oli was in Empress she was stuck wandering the town, kicking rocks and scaring little kids. She couldn’t really go anywhere else but the damn town, as she couldn’t yet drive (legally, Oli had been known to take several spins in her father’s car, and her step fathers) and there was nothing even around this town to do. Ugh, she wished she could go to the bar, get drunk, party, and do stupid shit. She hated the daylight; it washed everything out and made the town look so dusty. Empress did look much cooler in the middle of the night when you were walking around with a drink in hand.

“Ugh you’re boring Skye,” she muttered, dragging her fingers through her hair. The only time things were interesting between the two of them was the beginning or ending of a relationship. Then things got truly fun and Oli was at least happy with Skylar. Probably why she kept going back, because he was fun to bother, and so much fun to hate. It was also fun to love him, sometimes, but she hated when she heard her Skye had gone and gotten with another girl because then she wanted to punch the girl in the face and Skye. She never liked sharing anything, even as a little girl. Kid Oli had screamed and thrown tantrums if she had to share anything, she was quite the horror in kindergarten. This had carried on till now and she hated giving boys and girls up. Several times she had been known as the ‘evil possessive ex’ but hell, sometimes she wasn’t done with a person, even if they were broken up, and fuck if you went and got a girlfriend or boyfriend like three weeks after the previous relationship, you deserved a punch in the face. Skylar was never the worst for it, but the way their relationship went Oli never was too sure what she felt for him. Sometimes she swore she hated him, but then she would see him making out with some skank and get super pissed off. It had actually happened once where she’d punched one of Skyes girlfriends in the face. Okay, so maybe she was a little more than a psycho ex.

Oli was surprised at the small little explanation Skye gave her. She hadn’t really accepted anything out of him, much less this. She really thought Skye would have been the person to just poof, die. “Jesus, fucking gangs Skye? I would say you’re lying if I didn’t know you better. Proud of you though kiddo, finally fucking got some excitement in your life,” Oli was never the most sensitive person and didn’t try to be. She would say whatever she damn well wanted and she didn’t care if it made a few tears. People needed to learnt o be a little less sensitive anyway, no use crying over spilt milk and all that jazz. “You could try telling me a bit fucking more though, it’s not like I’m gonna bite Skye dear, unless you want me to,” she winked at him, a flirtatious little smirk curling up around the edge of her lips. Hah, yeah right, like she’d ever touched him. She may have done it once, but not now. Though. Oli was known to do some pretty weird shit, even in bed. Though, this was Oli, she’d do anything that sounded like a good thrill. With Skylar though, he always seemed way too safe for her. He didn’t really want to try anything, in her mind. Maybe he did, because he was a fucking guy and they could be gross, but he was never vocal enough to tell anyone about it. Oli never lacked in the vocals department. “So, wow, how the hell did you get messed up with the Cameron dude? Though, I knew he wasn’t a fucking good person,” Oli almost wished her death was more interesting, more mysterious then getting run down by a truck, but there it was. It was typical Oli fashion to go out that way, full of gusto and steam. Oli could never pull of mysterious anyway, she was much too loud. “I don’t fucking suck the life out of anyone! If anything, I give people life, honestly,” she snorted. It was like he didn’t know Oli at all. Surely he’d been trying to pay her an insult but it didn’t work very well.

credits ;; heather!
lyrics ;; holly (would you turn me on?), all time low
tags ;; skye baby !
words ;; 851
notes ;; duuuuude.

[SKYLAR ANTHONY CASTLE]

So many times Skylar had been accused of being a boring person, but he had strong personal feelings about that statement. Even as he thought Olivia’s words over in his mind he felt tempted to retort back at her a list of things that he felt she was incorrect about. Sometimes the most quiet person could be the most interesting and others needed to stop being so conceited in order to see that. “That’s right I just called you conceited!” He imagined himself yelling that in her face. Just thinking that over he was brought back to all the fights where the two of them were quite literally in each other’s faces and fighting, screaming at the top of their lounges. A lot of that time these fights happened outside, whether it was at Oli’s house, Skylar’s house or somewhere in the middle of the road. A lot of the time people in the neighborhood would come outside their houses and start bickering at the two of them for bickering, quite ironic really. There were even a few times where people threatened to call the cops on them; of course, Skylar blamed that on Oli’s violent tendencies.

He wasn’t exactly sure what was stopping him from back handing the girl on the back of the head. “Can’t say you’re full of thrills either, just a pain in the ass.” This was too much like when they were alive. Maybe they were both secretly alive and were just sharing a really messed up dream? “Yes, Skye, as if you have been dreaming this for an entire year of your not-so-life.” Sometimes he hated how he answered his own questions in his head and how stupid he really sounded. No wonder he usually thought everything over before he always spoke, unlike someone he knew. His gaze followed to Olivia and he felt like he was somewhere between a glare and a loving gaze. He hated how he was attracted to her repulsiveness. It wasn’t even fair. Why did she have to be so adorable when she was angry? Why did each time she punched him in the face he not care? Obviously Olivia had turned Skylar into some sort of masochist over the years. It didn’t even matter if Skylar found he was infatuated by another girl for a moment, Oli would always somehow turn up and be right there, and Skylar could never let her go.

“Yes, you’re right, the moment I wasn’t around you I had some excitement, funny how that happens!” Skylar started laughing at his own silly quip. He knew it wouldn’t do anything to Oli, but sometimes he just like throwing words like that her way, especially when she was being verbally aggressive. He strongly disliked being the butt of a joke, and Oli always had the tendency to make him a joke of some sort. Part of him actually wanted to explain more—minus the parts about Lilith—to Oli but there was just something about Oli that made it so Skylar couldn’t take her completely seriously. “Oh, so you want to know more about my interesting life? Has yours gotten so boring you have to live off of my stories?” He watched Olivia in all her flirtatiousness. It was actually kind of cute, seeing her try to be adorable. He almost felt bad for being so sarcastic towards her, as if he needed to treat her with a little more respect, but he just couldn’t see himself giving in right away to her, especially not right at this moment. He wished that he hadn’t started out so harshly, but after the way that the girl left him before, he couldn’t help but be a little cruel. There were so many things he wished to explain, especially about Cameron, but he knew that he could never explain it all to the poor girl. “Cameron? To be honest, I don’t really know. I probably met him in a bar or something because I don’t remember too well, but one day he called me and we just started talking and hanging out a little bit more. Should’ve known from the start that it was a little sketchy with how I met him. But how could you possibly know he was some sort of bad character?” Skylar didn’t exactly know what to think about meeting with Cameron. Was he actually supposed to meet him? Was the afterlife always meant to be his fate, or was there some sort of twist in his road that accidently lead to Cameron? He had so many questions about his own death that he didn’t even know what to think. He hated that everything seemed so mysterious; he just wished things were blunter so he wouldn’t be lost anymore. “I wouldn’t be too sure on that statement, you definitely sucked the life out of me, I’d say. Just an empty shell.” He smiled slightly. He wasn’t exactly serious, but just a little. He wanted to make things a little more light hearted so he wouldn’t have to be such an asshole anymore. He was starting to feel bad for being a jerk to the poor girl.

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CREDITS//: lyrics to breathe carolina, graphics by me.
TAGGED//: OLI-POP!
COUNT//: 862
NOTES//:duddddde. Haha.