@hangtennlennon mathews, independent fandomless original character. spiritual medium & psychic. just a frustrated hippy trying to make it by in life one unfiltered comment at a time.
written by billie. ( 31 ) minors & overall weirdos ( you know what i mean ) dni. please read my rules, obviously. also can be found at: @arnieriley, @gareththegreat
i had a dream i was doing stand-up comedy at an open mic and i said “you know i’m something of a skeletal system myself” and it cut to someone in the audience who was like “dead ass?” and it cuts back to me and its just a skeleton’s pelvis and i woke up with the most sweatiest cold sweat and disoriented
⸸ ⸻ 𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐈𝐓'𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘. With Corroded Coffin’s fierce dedication to their craft, Henry had figured that featuring at a festival was one of those things that was only a matter of time. Now, he stands in the aftermath of a twenty minute setlist, listening to a crowd who didn’t know they existed before they came here cheering and screaming for an encore.
Given that they’re opening for another band, that isn’t exactly possible.
Eddie’s selling merch out of the van ( their band logo splashed across its side all but impossible to miss ), and Henry decides that he’s got everything under control. It sees him soaking in the buzz of the festival, weaving through people as he pats his pockets down for his pack of cigarettes… only to discover them missing. Fuck. He must have left them in the van. Given how crowded it is around there at the moment, he’s not getting in for anything.
He turns to the nearest person— a girl he vaguely recognises from the front row, her raw energy impossible to miss— and smiles meekly.
❛ Hey, I’m sorry— I couldn’t ask you to part with a smoke, could I? ❜
lennon mathews was a girl that gravitated towards music. she loved the energy. she always got goose bumps. she just let the music take control of her body and she would let loose. she didn’t care if people would look at her in the front lines wondering what the fuck she was doing. she was having a good time. she was having a good time with likeminded people.
that corroded coffin? they were pretty damn good! pretty damn good for being from the middle of nowhere of indiana. she had driven through indiana before. it was endless, almost. not like pennsylvania or texas was any better, depending on which part. she’s zoned out for a moment, cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth as she spots the merch van, lead singer trying to sell some t-shirts.
i could make a cute crop top out of that—…
wide blue eyes shift towards the source of the voice, a content and loud hum leaving her as she pulls her pack of cigarettes from her back pocket, offering the open pack to the beautiful blonde.
LOOSEN UP. he has heard that so many times, and every time, he wishes it were that simple. this was the worst idea, and keys still doesn’t know why he agreed to it. his best friend, mouser, is running TYPICALLY late, meaning he’s here in a club on his own; pretty much a modern-day worst nightmare for a homebody like him, who would rather curl up and watch a movie with a glass of wine.
and loosening up becomes utterly impossible when a girl approaches, giving him a drink, and placing an arm around him. the programmer’s heart races even faster, and he swallows thickly; resembling a DEER IN HEADLIGHTS when he meets her eyes. he’d definitely noticed her on his arrival — the kind of person he’d never approach in a million years, but would admire from afar. very afar.
keys picks up the drink and takes a large gulp, not caring what it actually is. he doesn’t drink much, but it might take the EDGE off and at least let him talk a little.
“uh… thanks. for this. you didn’t have to.”
in fact, he’s extremely curious as to why she did.
he looks like he wants to shrivel up and die. hell, she can tell he wants to shrivel up and die. dive bars certainly don’t seem like his scene. though, the beauty of dive bars is that most people will leave you alone. you know, if you don’t look around. all the locals always give you a look if you aren’t a familiar face but all and all? they’re harmless.
that doesn’t stop lennon from trying to make things more bearable for the poor guy. he was cute! handsome even. you know, if you ignored the scared rabbit look he had going on. she’ll let her arm drop from his shoulders, trying to give him some space as she rests her elbows on the bar counter, wrinkling her nose slightly. ah, he was looking at her like he’s never spoken to a girl before.
god, it was cute. she could just eat him up.
“it’s fiiiiiine. yesterday was pay day and i never get to go out! you looked like you wanted to disappear into the floor so i figured i’d make it more bearable for you. is it workin’?”
“listen, you need to loosen up a bit.” she’ll place a drink in front of them, wiggling her eyebrows. though, she’ll wrap her arm around the other, leaning in close. “though, for real, if you wanna go—….we can go. just let me finish my beer first,” which was code for she’d probably buy another beer without realize it. you’re stuck now, buddy. // open rp.
