[Apologies for my unnanounced mini-hiatus thing. Fell way too hard for a couple of shows, but now things are levelling out again. I should be easing back into rping Jules here starting tomorrow.

I seriously need to learn how to time-manage.]

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tsundirector:

there is literally nothing stopping me from drawing or writing horrible director/usher yaois

like. there’s nothing in my way. i could do it if i wanted to. i am unstoppable

I will cut out your eyes.

NOT WHEN I SHIFT INTO MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE

[TAKES THE YAOIS AND RUNS]

I… I don’t know where I am when she talks to me.

I like to picture it as an endless white void that’s either hell or the gate to a purgatory that’s worse than it.

Nineteen, Old For My Age 

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Paulo visibly shuddered. “Who in the name of God were you working with, Hayley Mills?”

“Worse,” he muttered, “Morning people. Before I swapped over to a later shift, at least. I’ve got nothing against them but I never understood how they were able to do that.”

Electromagnetism & Thermodynamics 

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Paulo instinctively stiffened at the sight of the Usher holding a sharp object, but managed to suppress his usual knee-jerk reaction (strike first, ask questions never). He realized he didn’t like the look of that cut. “I don’t suppose you have any bandages.” Seemed rather like a moot point to keep medical supplies around for a dead person.

With a long-suffering sigh, he dug into his pockets. “I was going to use this later, but I can pick up more. Don’t ask.” He handed over a little box of dollar store gauze. “And don’t ask me to put it on for you, I don’t go in for first aid bonding moments.”

“I do, actually. But I tend not to use them unless I’ve taken enough damage. That’s another convenient thing about being dead. No blood pressure, and the blood itself starts to decay early on.” He chuckled again. It was… quite different for some, but most ghosts were wildly different anyway. “I’m quite alright, really. It will seal itself in a short while. Faster, if I slip out of the physical realm.”

Nineteen, Old For My Age 

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“I can only imagine. Or rather, I hope to only imagine.” He found himself rubbing his neck absently. “So let’s be sure I have this straight. According to you, I should do my work without fearing death because undeath isn’t as inconvenient as people make it out to be?”

He considered that. “I’ve heard worse motivational speeches.”

“If you’ve got the right set of circumstances, it’s almost guaranteed. You might not be haunting a building, but there is an object that you’d probably be bound to.”

Julian chuckled under his breath. “I try not to be too positive. Being around some of my previous co-workers was comparable to spending that amount of time in the Harmony Hut. The Sound of Music I could stand, but the rest of it?”

Electromagnetism & Thermodynamics 

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Paulo scoffed. “Would have defanged everything, the way Americans overreact to everything else. No offense, Julian.”

“You have a point. It probably would have flown better elsewhere.” Julian dove back into repairs by finally probing around for whatever was making that rattling noise in the lamphouse. “A bit farther away from Hollywood instead of right in it’s backyard.” He drew his hand out again, and with it, a rather sharp looking piece of metal. …Good thing his blood wasn’t really all that much of a problem anymore, he didn’t really want to have to clean that out of the machine too.

Nineteen, Old For My Age 

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He shook his head. “When I go, I don’t think I’ll be coming back.”

“I didn’t think I was coming back either,” he shrugged. “But it’s rather difficult to get any thinking done when you’re at the end of your rope… in all senses of the phrase.”

(…It’s 5 am. I should go to bed before I make any more jackass puns.)

Electromagnetism & Thermodynamics 

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Paulo sighed and set the film back where it belonged. “The worst part is understanding why. They want to ignore the truth because of how horrible, how painful it is. For this I can have sympathy… to a degree. Those truly scarred, destroyed, crushed by the truth, who need release and escape lest insanity seep in- I can afford them pity.”

When he turned around, though, an anger seared in his face such as Julian had not seen in a mortal before. “But there are others who do not know those truths, who are content in ignorance, who wallow in it like pigs in mud. They live in a world that does not exist, built on the suffering of other human beings. I will drag them out of that world, screaming and bleeding, by any means necessary.”

“So can I, if only because I could tell you hundreds of stories about that particular set of circumstances. It’s why the industry did so well during the Depression. Escapism was the point, not an occasional side-effect.” Julian picked up a screwdriver and then placed it right back down. “And it kept most of us running. To a certain degree, anyway.” And ultimately it had led to his death, but he didn’t mind.

Once more the screwdriver found his hand, but that time he just lazily spun it in his fingers as he talked. Outward indifference to anger was something he’d gotten good at after his death. Slightly good at. “I remember when one of my duties was making sure people who fainted during a film hadn’t died of shock. They never did. Bit of a pity really, a death like that so early on could have changed everything.”

grreengrrl-deactivated said: This is a new term for me. What are those?

((Completely soundless rooms. You can hear the bones of your inner ear move in those things, man.))

(I’ve been watching things about anechoic chambers again. How cool would it be if there was a horror movie involving one?)

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For once, I’m glad that I have no idea what’s going on. What an… interesting time to start paying attention.

*facepalm* Why is it you manage to be present for all my most embarrassing moments?

Very few people have good timing when they’re dead. In this case, my timing’s not all that great.