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⠀›꯭... sounds serving as their only filler in-between. )
“ no press, no camera shutters. just the dead, their graves, and remembrances they go by. ”
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( fingers thread between his own locks, a bitter-sounding laugh resonating from his chest at robbie's jab on gale weathers. )
“ glad she's not venturing 'round these parts, at the very least. ”
( silence falls between them once more, the surrounding⠀›꯭...
it was strange ──── usually, rob would have himself wrapped around charlie at all times. almost like a safety blanket. it was .. strangely gratifying to hold a conversation with someone else.
‘ gale’s sorta never understood that boundary. ’ ⤸
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( * 💭 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴, he wanted to add but refrained the last minute. julian takes his words at face value, nodding. )
“ it's quiet here, at least. away from the press' eyes and everything. ”
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( it felt odd to be within proximity of robbie. he's never really held a conversation this long with him before. who would have thought that behind the lens of his camera, he was ... an empathetic person? )
“ that's a boundary journalists don't often understand. ”
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‘ well .. I don’t think anyone would want to speak about their sibling to live television.. ’
a shrug. blue hues narrowing.
the avoidance of eye contact clear. ⤸
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🎥 ... 𝕵ULIAN 𝕮OOPER ─── a scre4m-based oc, crafted for #horrorrp and #screamrp. marnie cooper 𝄒s twin brother. woodsboro senior. passionate about filmmaking and directing. ( reluctant ) cinema club member.
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“ what brings you here, anyway? ”
( to julian's knowledge, marnie never made mention of robbie being a close friend of hers. )
“ you don't strike me as the ... cemetery ... type. ”
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“ not much story to tell here. and even if she were to ask me, i ... i can't do that. i can't ... talk about marnie in a way that would honor her name. properly. ”
( julian glances around, his gaze drifting about anywhere but robbie's. )
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a glance in his direction. head being nodded. still in attempt to ignore the redness of the others eyes.
‘ a storys a story I guess.. not to find out at the club though.. ’
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( robbie's remark earns him a ghost of a smile from julian's lips, a smile which disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. )
“ not what my sister used to tell me back when she was ... ”
( he drifts off, clearing his throat. )
“ ... you know. alive. ”
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( the information that slips past robbie's lips made julian look up in surprise, the rims of his eyes still red from the effort of holding his tears back. )
“ no kidding. that desperate for something new to write, i bet. ”
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numb brittle lips curling at the sides to form a smile. a chuckle pressed through his throat. shifting on the heels of his shoes .. rocking back and forth.
‘ hell, she even showed up to cinema club .. ’
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⠀›꯭... just to get her story. ”
( he rubs the tip of his nose with his sleeve, silently thanking that a mere sniff was all that came out and not the onslaught of his tears. )
“ at least you're decent so that's ... that's pretty cool. i guess ... ”
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( the name of the infamous reporter-slash-author brings out an amused snort out of him. a shake of his head, pinching the bridge of his nose before he looks down at his shoes. )
“ if she were, no surprises there. that woman would do anything⠀›꯭...
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darkened blue hues rolling into his head momentarily, comments like those weren’t uncommon to him.
‘ popularity doesn’t phase me. I’m not the type to exploit gravestones. ’ ⤸
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⠀›꯭... made the corners of his eyes prick with oncoming tears. he distracts himself by looking up at the sky instead, rapidly blinking as he tries to touch upon a more bittersweet subject. )
“ if the press was here, i'd never hear the end of their questions. ”
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“ don't be too surprised. you're not exactly short on popularity in terms of streaming. ”
( julian glances back at his sister's grave once more, the tension in his shoulders easing. he had lost the one person who truly understood him and that thought⠀›꯭...
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hands grasping his prized possession. pulling it away from the other. the headset was soon placed back upon his head, adjusting the mic. his arms were tangled around himself, protectively.
‘ .. it’s okay.. ’ a croak of his voice.
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