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[supermarket]

❝ hi, it's kieren. sorry i'm not in right now. leave a message and i'll get back to you. ❞
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text » 22/04

[medals]

i start seeing a therapist next week, btw. thought you should know.

[panicking tbh. ]

but guess who i danced with at the m&g? :)

[supermarket]

that's really great, jem. i'm glad you'll have someone to talk to

( he knows something's up with her. that much is easy to figure out. and if she won't tell him, then at least she'll have someone to talk to. god knows they wouldn't have resources like that in roarton. )

who?

01/05

[medals]

help i'm flirting with a girl

[supermarket]

is it hermione granger???

text » ( 1/2 )

[selfharms]

( after this. )

I know you may not want to hear from me, but I thought it would be worthwhile to ask if you wanted to talk at some point.

( 2/2 )

[selfharms]

( a momentary wait, three minutes tops. )

I care for you.

text/massive file transfer.

[susurrous]

As promised. With all necessary explanations and excuses for being from effectively a different generation. Not that this is limited to the musical achievements of the 60's. The Beatles are on here twice as a sort of tip of the hat to my time period. And heritage, I suppose.

1. ooh child - raya yarbrough (cover)
2. ain't that a kick in the head - dean martin
3. gymnopédie no. 1 - erik satie
4. knockin' on heaven's door - bob dylan
5. hey jude - the beatles
6. fight the good fight - triumph
7. the nutcracker: pas de deux - tchaikovsky
8. try a little tenderness - otis redding
9. let it be me - ray lamontagne
10. blackbird - the beatles

I hope you're feeling better.

[supermarket]

well, the beatles are classic of course

you've got good taste. honestly.

text.

[medals]

hey dickhead
how're you feeling?

text.

[supermarket]

same as before, really

super drunk text while she's out with gwen two days ago. 1/5

[medals]

i luv havang girls 4 roomies

[medals]

thy r so ood kier

voice;

[wasteofbreath]

[It's the first thing he thinks to do, the second he steps through into this world, still wearing the suit he had on before, a bag slung over his shoulder. He's standing in the city centre, and it takes him all of five seconds to take the iPhone-ish device and use it to call Kieren Walker.

When he gets the answering message, he lets out a breath he doesn't need to before speaking:] Hey, Kieren, it's Simon. They told me you were here, you and your sister. [He knows Kieren's been here a while, and, considering the nature of this place, he may have met someone else. Which, alright, so long as he's happy, but still...]

voice;

[supermarket]

( there's a clatter on the other end because kieren's just dropped the paintbrush he was holding in surprise, and a muffled shit as he tosses it to the side so he can pay full attention to his phone.

because it's simon on the other line and kieren hadn't thought he'd be talking to him again. not after the city already sent him home. and with the way they had left their relationship off last time, there's definitely a twist of guilt in his stomach as he responds. )

Simon? You're back?

text.

[bronzini]

[ spurred, of course, by her seeing noah on the network. ]

hey. you ok?

text.

[supermarket]

yeah.

so i take it you saw him, then? my twin?

text. sunday night.

[medals]

can you come over?

text.

[supermarket]

yeah. heading over now

everything ok?

Voice - a few days after blackout

[wipedclean]

[It's been about a week since they last talked, and Bucky's a little worried about Kieren, though he can't for sure say why. Their last conversation was really too important to be had by text, and he's not sure Kieren got how much Bucky meant every word he said.]

Hey, Kieren. How's it going?

voice

[supermarket]

( he doesn't know what he ought to do. he just knows that -- well. that this isn't going to be easy. it turns out it's really difficult to stop yourself from feeling something. )

James?

( kieren's a little surprised to hear from him. and guilty, too. so much guilt. )

I'm alright. How've you been?

txt.

[medals]

so there's a group meeting, for apocalypse survivors. if you want to go. err. come. with me.

txt.

[supermarket]

i

are you sure that's a good idea? seeing as how i used to be a...zombie

( he's not a survivor of the rising, you see. he was part of it. )

mail delivery.

[medals]

[he gets this on Thursday morning, signed 'love jem!!! xoxoxo'

that's it. that's the card.]

call

[supermarket]

( jem so help him you better pick up right now

or he's just gonna call about six more times. )

action. blackout back dated.

[medals]

[Late on in the afternoon of the second day (night, really), there will be a knock on Kieren's door. Armed with a massive bottle of cider and not much else, is Jem. There's no text to warn him; after leaving Petre's she goes straight to the shop, picks up a discounted, slightly wa 2 litre bottle and heads straight to Kieren's.

knock knock; let her in, she's a mess.]

action.

[supermarket]

( he's not expecting anyone to come around, and there's something about how urgent the knocking is that makes him a little nervous. kieren swings the door open and realizes it's jem with a bottle of cider in her hands.

that's never a good sign. )

What happened?

( because obviously, something has. )

text misfire.

[medals]

[in reply to this.]

you don''t know a single thing about me
you don't get to sit on your high horse and call me a murderer
you don't know a single fucking thing

Re: text misfire.

[medals]

shit

text; Sept 2nd 1/2

[wasteofbreath]

[He thinks for a long time about what he's going to say as he walks home from his wanderings around the city. He deletes what he's written several times, finally settling on something simple as his opener.]

I'm sorry, Kieren.

[He hits enter before he can stop himself, and if his heart could still beat it'd be pounding right now. He waits a few seconds then begins to type a follow up response.]

text; 2/2

[wasteofbreath]

I'm sorry for what I said about you being one of them. I shouldn't have said that, I shouldn't have said any of it.

I'd like to talk to you in person. If you want to.

file transfer: kieren's mix.zip

[bronzini]

1. please please please let me get what i want - the smiths
2. crimson & clover - joan jett and the blackhearts
3. let it be me - ray lamontagne
4. gimme danger - the stooges
5. fortunate son - creedence clearwater revival
6. call me - blondie
7. colorblind - counting crows
8. you oughta know - alanis morissette
9. criminal - fiona apple
10. secret bonus track

xoxo

addendum

[bronzini]

i left off the most important one what a dummy

the only living boy in new york - simon and garfunkel

text;

[wasteofbreath]

I apologized to her. [And she didn't seem to believe him, but she was right; they don't need to like each other.]

Do you still want to talk in person? I'm at the apartment if you want to come over.

action.

[supermarket]

( kieren doesn't know what he expects when he makes his way over to the apartment -- his apartment, technically. he was angry at simon for so long, so incredibly angry that he hadn't been able to think straight for the longest time. it's the protective instinct speaking, his guilt over his failure to notice jem's problems while in roarton. wanting to make up for that now, to be a better brother. to say sorry for causing her so much pain in the past. he's trying his best.

but now that he's had some time to cool off, he fires back a text right away, letting simon know he's coming back. taking his time as he walks over to sort through his thoughts, to remind himself not to fly off the handle this time.

he doesn't know if simon really took any of it back, or if he's just saying all this because he likes kieren. he wonders if they're just too different to make this work. but he cares about simon, and that's a big deal because he hadn't cared about anyone romantically since rick died.

everything just sort of feels a little tenuous right now. but he's going anyway, climbing the steps and knocking on the door of his own apartment. )

txt.

[medals]

life update: i got a boyfriend.

txt.

[supermarket]

is it petre........

[medals]

can you watch my cat till saturday?

[supermarket]

wait

not that i'm saying no or anything but where are you going to be until saturday?