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DeVil in the Details. Wiley Kyote
Cycling through these feelings, or lack there of over and over again like the wheels that rode him towards the end, and ushering him towards the beginning. And just like the wheels from under him, his thoughts were cycling so much so that they appeared to be standing still, and his mind went void. To the point Where all he could think about was how he could start again, reinvent himself and make a name for himself and whatnot. Finding his way back to the hill cliff that which all had started. He found Nick atop it, sitting on his parked car's hood and smoking what appeared to be a carrot..?'What am I looking at, here? Orange blunt wrap?' ,Rowland glanced in Nick's direction as he parked his own car. Staring at the orange thing in Nick's hand with his sub-par vision. Getting out with sheer curiosity in play and his hands in his hoody's pockets, shying away from the cold with his shoulders to his ears. Nick paid no attention to Rowland coming in but turned his attention to him as soon
DeVil in the Details. Chapter thirteen: Kalebra
Driving was always a scapegoat to Rowland, and he always felt that this was one thing that will always feel good to him, as if an exfoliation of his very soul took place at times when he drove, even if it was just for milk and butter. Having a car gave him the freedom to run away from his problems and thoughts unwanted, and to ride to a place where it all could happen for him. Still healing from his wounds, he couldn't say he saw any of this coming; from the good, down to the bitterly bad that had happened during this week alone.But none the less, it was Rowland's time to test if the legends of stars coming to be in Los Angeles are true, and if he has what it takes to prove that theory within himself. As he holds his breathe and an idea in his mind, filling himself to the brim with the necessary nerve and inspiration which urged him further towards the town of lost angels, in the hopes that he could find his own way.Without Her, or that place sitting on his chest as for the first ti
DeVil in the Details. Toasty Cat
And within ten minutes, his question was answered as they entered a steamy Cuban tavern with lights and crowds of dancers who jived to dance hall music, which blared along with muffled raised voices that filled the room. It had a rustic feel but with modern refinement, as historic keep sakes hung up on walls and on the ceiling and sat on shelves made for their display.Rowland was relieved that he could stretch his legs for a while but was aware of the fact that his car's wheels were not moving anymore, and then suddenly he felt that "home" wasn't far enough. He felt that the recent scars and memories were willing to burn, the physical pain either from the heat of the club atmosphere, but that pain bothered him the least.And as the two of them passed through the crowd of crowds, Rowland was willing to do anything about the lingering memory of Charlotte and himself and how in one night, two years could simply just fall away. He didn't want to make a spectacle of the passing thought as
DeVil in the Details. 26662
Nick trapped himself in the large bathroom, now looking at himself in the mirror and glaring at his very own reflection, piercing his mind with his own steel marble eyes which begged a question:"What am I doing here?", with Rowland that is. But he felt that he didn't need to explain himself, it was just another moment of calm between two friends... Though,Nick had felt the rush of the idea of taking Rowland's innocence, but in turn, throwing caution to the wind. He wanted to keep it simple; to remain friends and keep this partnership professional, that was the plan after all. But for some reason, it was harder to do that with Rowland.Nick had spent all this time looking and searching for DeVile, that he didn't know what to expect when he had finally found him. It was entirely by chance that he found Oliver instead , as at the time Nick had assumed that when he saw him with Charlotte that night, that that was the new boyfriend she was always going on about. Seeing as he came across
DeVil in the Details. Gold Honey
"I asked you first...", Rowland sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed with his back facing Nick and stated officiously, he demanded an answer. But the sentence made Nick smile a bit as it sounded a tad childish, though in all honesty;"I really don't fucking know.", Nick said again, this time there was something in his voice that made Rowland believe it. Although he could hear the smile plastered on Nick's face, he knew he meant it; he too, didn't know."How long... Have you thought about this, wanted... This?""To be honest...", Nick didn't want to answer and he sighed, but he knew that Rowland wasn't going to let it go;"...From the moment I got close enough to kiss you."That was far too ambiguous for Rowland's liking and satisfaction, but he was in no real mood to fight.Nick pulled a plain sky blue bic lighter from his back pocket. Rowland finally turned his head to face him in silence as Nick casually carried on with his business of lighting the weed cigarette. Rest
DeVil in the Details. Pink Foam
About two weeks had passed and Rowland felt that he was going somewhere with his work seeing at by now he was on to fully painting his finished sketch. But, he hadn't heard anything from Nick, he didn't really know where we was or where he went after he left on Thursday. So Rowland figured that he was right about how Nick would pull away from him sooner or later, figuring that it was just business in both ends of the spectrum and also realising that he himself, was guilty of using Nick to get away from his tragic break up with Charlotte that he believed he was finally over.Waking up in his hotel room, having made it his home away from home as he opted to pay for the extra five nights rather than couch surfing in the loft, also seeing as that space wasn't completely his and only for the time the being. He felt comfortable enough with himself to carry on without Nick or anyone else for that matter, and as spiteful as that sounded it was in fact true. As he pulled out of his parking spo
DeVil in the Details. Chapter fourteen: Good Compost +
Rowland stood there in complete shock, his body went rigid, his mind was racing and his mouth went dry.But, he couldn't quite comprehend the situation in front of him just yet, as his green eyes padlocked in place at the sight in front of him of a man who still lay asleep, were it not for the limp form of the stranger, who was belly down and who's head was now twisted sideways to the left and with one bulbous eye, it stared dead at Rowland's light blue socked feet, which Rowland felt as if they mocked with their little monkeys pulling faces.The heart stopping shock of the now visible predicament of the dead man was as if, ever one had to walk barefoot and blinded through the dark and happened to stub a toe or shin with full force, or puncture the otherwise sensitive sole...He curled his toes due to the cold floor.This very, very tired stranger had his chapped mouth wide open and his tongue lolling out of it and onto the floor with a bruised and bloody nose, presumably from the imp
DeVil in the Details. + Bad Piggies
Now still standing in front of the body with a half empty cup of abyssal dark coffee that smelt sickly sweet, Rowland tore his eyes away as he believed he had had enough of that off-putting look in the dead man's eye. As he clung to the mug in order to somehow cypher it's nearly dead warmth.His saddened and worried green eyes were the only sign of colour in his face, as they battered with long lashes and automatically lifted and turned his head to a better view to his right, of the now visibly black tiled pool. Now littered with red plastic cups that blotched the serene architecture that surrounded it. Subconsciously panning out and to the beautiful and lush palm trees and ferns that swayed slightly in the light wind as the sun spotted the tropical Japanese garden with sequin like golden rays.He used the excuse of missing time on his artwork, the fact that he needed to find a teddy bear for his baby cousin, the fact that he hasn't checked his e-mail in weeks, the fact that he needs
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Yesterdays, Todays and Tomorrows
His stomach churned as the door knob turned and creaked with sinisism he thought he could feel in the air, but what he saw, who he saw once the door was open...he almost dropped the gun. And as he put his arm by his side, he was tempted to hide it. The door was open and Nick came eye to eye with Rowland as the door creaked wide over the sound of the radio;"Row...", the way he said his name was a whisper with that voice of molasses that still gave Rowland chills, but this time it was more like the chills you get when you feel or see something supernatural. He might as well have said 'no', for Rowland didn't believe it either...What does a ghost say to another ghost? The fucking thought made him feel like his life was just some fucking joke and that pissed him off, but before he could react with anger, Nick marched toward him and then did the strangest thing - he kissed him. It was full of impatient passion but all Rowland could justify was the taste of bitter-sweet cherry cola on hi
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Vivamus, moriendum est
Ever meet someone that just screams chaos, but you go for it anyways...If you answered yes, then I know you're lying. Because you never see it coming until they carve the fucking words into your forehead with a piece of your own fucking rib...****Bitter Truths " That ain't nothing but the Devil!""...Sometimes horrific events come into our lives. We get fired from our jobs. We get ill. A loved one dies one. Scrolling through the news we are overwhelmed with murder and natural disasters, as Mother Nature and our fellow humans seem to be in race to see who can kill us off first. Hate surrounds us.It is only human to look at these thinhs and wonder "why." Why do they hate us? Why do we hate them? Why does so much horror have to happen in this world?The "why" is the origin of fear. The "why" is the unkown, and people fear the unknown. This fear of the unknown, of things that lurk in the dark, that threaten our existence...It is where horror is born.Some people will look at the hor
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Chapter twentytwo: Mr.Goodbar
{Yesterdays todays and tomorrows} -Flashback- When in Rome.Nick lay face up upon it with his Clearwater eyes in sunlight as his mind was lost in the ceiling; he couldn't remember what they were talking about but he knew it was something about angels and demons, and the beginning and end of the world.he had read somewhere, that there are no archangels... But merely they are the brothers and sisters of mankind... And to this day he just can't put my finger on it... And told Rowland once he came back from the bathroom, Nick chimed in the silence with a baritone of concern. "Well...maybe, the brothers and sisters of mankind are too the archangels we know,... instead of contradicting the belief it's the chicken and the egg. Both exist as both one and separate, I mean a chicken can't come from thin air and neither can the egg, right? I mean I probably didn't first come in the same guise as the egg we've come to know, that's how we know that evolution is possible. But I th
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*I'm no Flower Child*
CaliforniaThe next few days, weeks, months felt sort of normal to Rowland, he hadn't the joys of finding out the side effects of antidepressants just yet. But it was like if a cheery whistle and song played in the back of his mind like a cheesey theme song from a musical, singing in the rain after a storm he felt was still right behind him but to him for the time being he felt that things could get sunnier - would get sunnier and damn well should.And yet such a polarisation didn't scare him, he finally felt the better side of nothing...He had visited home every so often to keep his mother sane, checked that off his list like a chore out of love - incidentally promising that he would come back for his birthday, but otherwise things felt better. He even painted freely in between brakes of editing Olivia and his' work making the executive decision including her help create a punk/goth culturale magazine starting with the Rainbowradioactive kids; the thing was, that he noticed everythi
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Los Angeles
RainbowradioactiveIf salt were a physical feeling it would taste of a wound, he split his lip on a smile a while ago. Licking the gash as he waited...He had a few days off, so he figured that when he got home he would do that thing he really didn't want to do.So he found himself in the waiting room of a private psychiatrist's office next to a ficus plant just as stiff and stoic as he was in that moment, as he realized he'd admitted defeat to Elizabeth he tuned into the receptionist's radio in the background to the ambiance that which all hospitals and clinic had, though to Rowland it was more like a dentist's office... He could just hear her now, under the thought of whatever questions he could be drilled with.He tensed his jaw as he waited. He actually got a card from Elizabeth after she called a psychologist to refer him to a psychiatrist, little did he know there was a difference...The difference being that a psychiatrist is a medical grade pusher, to put it simply. Where as a
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Hong Kong
Working for three days straight on Hong Kong Island and usually he would find Monday was followed by Thursday or you can't believe it's Friday when just yesterday it was Tuesday but now he felt all three - counting every second light lighting fixtures and their positions, tours of causeway bay and placement of the painting while preparing a speech, all he could think about was what he said the day he decided to leave Shellville with Nick as he smoked out his window and watched the sun set change the sky and sea. Rowland thought he found another installation to Dantés nine circles of hell - deliberate ignorance chains you to a writing desk to think you're entire fucking life over. And for some reason he imagined a raven screaming and pecking at you for the Fucking sake of some sick irony.The devine comedy being that humans have no one else to blame but themselves for their damnation... But this made him think of something else as he looked out the window of his hotel room, crushing th
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Tripping on mushroom clouds
Seeing all of this didn't make it any less unreal for Rowland... In fact, it might of just convinced him that he was seeing dead people. Like it wasn't just in his dreams anymore as he kept repeating a head count of the recently deceased like sheep from sleep he couldn't get in a head that felt full of wool yet never in a warm way. And, forgive him for being cheesey but something he was getting use to was that this fucked up feeling which felt like something else bad and wasn't going away - adding the quiver in the mutton's throat from either anxious fear or the memory of how stupidly choked up he got in front of the Pastor at Charlotte's funeral towards the end of their reverend chat.Her death wasn't the end.He was this feeling's "to let"*...Always having imagined that by using emojis as symbolic to describe specific sounds of a word it would be as much a language as Egyptian or Kanji or any language for that matter - for a letter is simply a symbol of indication... An icon to sim
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Chapter twenty one:The Reaper wears bubblegum blue
{Cry me sunshine, Cupcake}***"My feet fell on the floor...", When Rowland thought about that typo from an inner conversation that which he couldn't remember, it made him dizzy as he morbidly imagined a body suspended from nowhere ragdoll to the floor...Mind bending when he thought about what that could mean as an actual sentence and that made him fear he'd gone full circle.An idle mind is the devil's playground as "They" say.He watched his paints run dry in a dusty corner infront of a blank canvas, his mind was splayed across the dusty floor boards in piles of loose papers amidst origami trinkets...Hong Kong, Berlin, Stockholm... he still needed to clean up and get a few things done while still somehow giving way to hating himself for not packing a little earlier for his trip to start in China and sitting around in silence despite the work ideas he had and wanted to pen down in his black journal having discussed this in a boardroom meeting, but...no.Just not right then at least
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Somewhere in Milano
It was like he fucking woke up from death, so tempted to fall off the edge of the bed and sink off the face of the Earth as he held his head in one hand with his elbows on his knees - Death was welcomed. Too tired to show the fucking confusion this all added to his life behind high-nerfing cigarette smoke, spacing out on the smoke streams as he watched ash fall to the Raj patterned carpet over wooden varnished floor as he then heard a soft good morning from behind him as the sheets on Yoko's side of the bed started to twist with movement but she didn't get up and he felt the silence until he went so deep in thought that he stiffened once he felt slightly familiar hands touch his back before a soft kiss was planted at the back of his neck as Yoko got off the bed wearing nothing but his round rimmed spectacles, his undershirt with black thigh high socks, tracing her hand to Rowland's bright blond head of hair and roughly rubbed his head down playfully as she made her way while lazily st
