–––––– ☂ ––––––  

        ’ sorry to    DAMPER   whatever mood you’re trying to create here, but
          this is total shit. of we’re all gonna DIE anyway why would I waste my
          time                  sitting           here            talking            about           it? ’

nxmbing:

( —— ☂ —— )

     _{"Believe me, I’m crazy too, they
       just haven’t figured it out yet.“}

nxmbing:

❝ They don’t work at all? I have a hard
time believing that. In fact, it sounds
like bull shit to me. What do you have,
anyways, miss pissy pants? ❞

( —— ☂ —— )

            _{“Skin cancer. Stage three. And trust, if
             they  worked,  I’d  know  it.  It’s  just  a
             placebo,   it’ll   wear   off   eventually.”}

nxmbing:

❝ Excuse me? ❞

( —— ☂ —— )

              _{“The painkillers, they don’t work.”}

( —— ☂ —— )

            _{“It won’t help. Trust me, I know from experience.”}

calypsed:

  ⑀ —————︴ᶜ ⑀

    _{(  her curiosity is intrigued as she pinpoints
       a scar, at an attempt to being concealed,
       that is well like many of her own.  )}

         _{❝ if you don’t mind
            my asking — ❞}

    _{(  which doubtless she would if she was
       anything like calypso.  )}

         _{❝ where’d you get that? ❞}

{ ☂ }. 

                 _{Eleanor  was quiet  awhile,   not particularly interested
                 in answering to some random girl’s plea for a sob story.} 

                            _{“I could’ve gotten it in a housefire  —  but
                             then again  I  could’ve  gotten it from the 
                      russian mafia  You just can’t really
                              know      for       sure,         can        you?”}