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In which Clara, Tibs and Max dispose of a body.
The west way that was visited at four o’clock on a Saturday morning was usually desolate at any given time of the day, save for the occasional person on a lonely pilgrimage to the shops or a group of boys who’d smoke their minds to mush. Headlights illuminated the concrete walls as beamed spilled upwards over the hill and through to the lake. A cars motor could be heard whirring in the distance but could not be seen. The whirring ceased but the lights of the car remained on as they outlined the three silhouettes that emerged from it.
“I mean, something bad always happens to me when I try to get with a girl, but let me tell you, not as fucking bad as this!” Max moaned while pulling out the body from the trunk. Tibs was standing firmly next to Clara, hands in pockets, still shaking, while Clara smoked with arms folded. Both were unsmiling and unimpressed by Max’s reaction of an almost human nature to the events. He continued to whimper with contempt as he wearily pulled the body out onto the cold hard ground. Somehow, the day-glo curves didn’t seem to appeal to him as much as they had. Taking great care to not look at the mess Tibs had made of her face, he began to drag the body towards the lake, moaning all the while. Clara turned her back on him and smiled to Tibs.
“I liked him much better when he wasn’t talking.” Realising Clara was referring to the kiss, Tibs looked down at her ever riveting shoes.
“I realise it must be hard to get over the fact you’ve killed someone.” She heard Clara say, “But you mustn’t let it get to you, there’s people who have taken plenty more lives than you.” Tibs cross her arms and mumbled to her chest.
“Doesn’t make it okay though.”
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In which Clara and Tibs go clubbing.
The night was getting darker, as soon, the haze of the streetlights were the only thing illuminating the brown city sky. The two girls were filling their minds with smoke and Tibs’ stale tongues hunger for material ceased. The smoke was stinging her eyes, but she did not make her glistening tears apparent, as she stared up at the crouching stranger.
“You’re very nice to me.” Said Tibs, stifling a cough as she did so. The girl smiled down at her through her lashes as she dropped the butt to the floor, and stamped on it with her thin heel.
“You needed help and I didn’t have anything else better to do.” She explained, scraping the debris from the bottom of her heel.
“You don’t? You looked like you were going clubbing or to a fancy party or something.”
“Do you wanna?” Tibs smiled, and seeing no reflection in laughter, her face dropped in nervous disbelief.
“What? You mean, like…now?”
“Yes now, after all, I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go to.” She smiled fully for the first time, “My name’s Clara, by the way.”
Twenty minutes later Tibs pale skin was illuminated with a rainbow of colours as she sat cross-legged on a bar stool. Her fingers were constantly finding their way to run through her new hair and picking out the tiny cut hairs between her fingers. She sipped her drink anxiously as she took another hesitant look up to the dance floor. She caught a glimpse of hips grinding and quickly looked down at her pink reflection in her beverage. She zipped up her parka and cradled her drink, wishing she was somewhere else. She avoided people like they were diseased in her old life, and judging by the way they were acting here, she was thoroughly convinced they were mentally. Girls were coated in outrageous colours like second skins, men were misogynic and were blindly intoxicated. As she dropped her head to her chest and became aware of how she smelled, she was wondering if she really was the normal one.
“Bloody brilliant isn’t it?” Tibs looked up to see a gangly skinny boy take a seat next to her, spreading his upper arms over the bar behind him. He sniffed excessively and rubbed his nose as if dirty, crossing his legs and looking acutely through the crowds as if twitching. Tibs blushed intensely as she looked everywhere but his face.
“What is?” He boy made a motion with his hands and big grin spread across his face.
“The ladies,” he smiled, with great erotic emphasis on the word, gently rolling off his tongue. “So many lovely looking girlies here tonight, you know what I mean?” He rolled his head over to look at Tibs, and she automatically shut down the eye contact.
“Like that one.” He said. “The smasher in the white dress.” Tibs didn’t need to look up from her suddenly interesting shoes to know who he was talking about.
“That’s my friend Clara.”
“Your friend? Seriously? You think you could introduce her to me?”
Tibs shook her head.
“She’s too glamorous for you,” Tibs stared on at Clara’s tanned body in her pristine dress. “She’s too glamorous for anybody.”
“Well lovely, I shall prove you wrong.” Clara smiled a flirty goodbye to the latest victim of her charms, and left for the toilet.
“Looks like my luck is looking up, no thanks to you.” He graciously offered Tibs a middle finger as he started off after Clara. Tibs suddenly felt her blood boil as she thought of his hands on Clara’s perfect skin, and she jumped out of her seat, and set off after him through the lights and aliens.
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In which Tibs starts a new life.
It was only a day after these people’s stories took place that pandemic hit. And it hit hard, like a disease-ridden blanket that covered a healthy patient, everyone suddenly became destitute without even knowing. Tibs Archer was in a downtown hairdressers, completely discarding her identity. She had just stopped shaking this evening, and took the opportunity to change her face.
“Are you sure you want to lose it? You’ve got such lovely natural long hair…” cooed the hairdresser, entwining Tibs’ long hair between her talons.
“All off please.” The hairdresser made a last failed attempt to make eye contact and conversation with Tibs, and went about cutting her hair.
The long brown hair fell to the floor in curls, gently curling to a fine tip at one end but angularly and unevenly cut off at the other. She watched her face in the mirror and made note of her appearance for the first time in what felt like years. She was pale, with wiry, dark perfectly arched brows. Her mouth was especially thin, save for a slightly pouty lower lip and her face was naturally chubby, but especially pretty. The hairdresser started to even it out with her barely operable fingers when Tibs got out of her seat, slapped five pounds on the dresser and made her way to the door. She ignored the cries of the hairdresser and the hairs itching down the back of her parka.
Two hours later she was assuming in the foetal position in the middle of an alleyway. Feeling the bitter taste of borderline destitution, she regretted spending her last fiver on a romantic change of appearance. The alleyway was clean, not in the sense of the amount of litter, rather, clear of the people she feared. Tibs had always been slightly afraid of those that she could not control in the mirror, and was even more so of those who acted immorally, without reason. She suddenly felt an awful sadness to be where she knew she couldn’t, at home, in the warmth, and knowing that she could never have a surrogate of it again, she clenched her hands to fists and began to sob.
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He rose as he did everyday, not due to his own desire to do well and seize the day of his ever shrinking lifespan. But due to some godly force pulling him up, dressing him. The only think he did for himself anymore was dragging fumes through his body. He stood on the balcony of the council flat, gently exhaling smoke from his lips. He was an odd looking boy, but strangely attractive in his own right. With one hand he fondled the cigarette and with another he rubbed his hand against his cheek to see if the four days without shaving could go unnoticed. He felt the prickly texture but left it, deciding he had no one to shave it for. Satisfied this section of the morning was over, he removed himself from the outside world and sealed himself in his flat. A message was left from his mother on the phone, the black plastic told him that she couldn’t continue to pay for him living there anymore. Suddenly, a flurry of thoughts flushed his mind, what if he’d gone to university, what if he made something of himself, but he ignored them, as he usually did, and beat himself down to the sofa.
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The windows of the service bus were dirty, and the grime and dirt obscured her view. She could vaguely make out a gliding overlapping landscape of water and trees. Tibs’ rubbed the window with her hands to get a better view, but the world became further distorted than it already was. She looked over shoulder as if she were still being followed, and instead made eye contact with a unshaven man. She smiled politely and turned back to her privacy without waiting for a response.
She was a pretty girl, to everyone but herself of course. Pale face, pale lips an easily describable person physically, but the extent to which she thought through her life inside was an expanse of intricate, pretend conversations with people shed never spoken to, and band lyrics. Tibs was a lonely child, a baby wrapped in a blanket in the middle of a field. She looked out directly and the bushes became horizontal hues of green and yellow.
Her dizziness allowed her the luxury of forgetting where she was for a split second, but then she remembered.
The snow falling to the earth was the same that fell on her eyelashes as she hurriedly left with a suitcase before her broken father returned. The bus squeaked to a halt as the driver announced it was the last stop. Tibs was happy that she had gone far enough by bus, and now it was the time to start on foot. She stepped off of the vehicle and it sped away without her. She took a few seconds to review herself, her nail polish was chipped, her hands were bitten red by the cold, and she cursed to herself for forgetting gloves, a hat, or a scarf. Then, taking one last shuddery breath, she made her ascent to freedom.
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“I’m fucking telling you, this stuff will blow the old shit out of your arse!” Max flung his head back up to check his appearance in the mirror. Scrunching his nose and raising his eyebrows, he deduced he looked fucking marvellous. His friend’s head came up seconds after, hurriedly dabbing his nose as he sniffed vigorously. Their bodies bobbing, feeling the white lines on their mind. The toilets were filthy, smelled like decaying dignity and the faint moans of a couple could be heard from a back alley.
“Well,”, announced Max, grinning uncontrollably turning to the friend, “Are we gonna fucking do this or what?”
“You are, you’re fucking mental enough.” The boy smiled back in an almost honourable fashion. Max sniffed deeply and narrowed his eyes at the mirror. While fixing his hair, the young man turned to Max, with one eye still on his mirrored image.
“Look, come on, she’s never looked at you like that before, in fact, I don’t even think she’s never looked at you.”
“Fuck that shit, she’s obviously too intimidated by my ravishing good looks and riveting personality. She’ll notice me tonight, and if she doesn’t, I’ll make her fucking notice, you see?” His thick Glaswegian accent penetrated the cold air and the friend turned back to the mirror and fixed his frazzled hair.
“And how the fuck are you going to do that?”
“Courage my friend.”, claimed Max rather pompously as he unbuttoned his shirt and looked at him with his signature smugness.
“Courage,” he smiled, and high grade crack!”
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She looked up slowly with big doe eyes. Although a certain dopey weight hung on the lower lashes, the sharp acute movements of her head made it certain that she was not to be toyed with. Before her, a table of men, overlapping and folding, all hung on the moment, waiting for the words to come toppling out of her pretty mouth. The whites of her eyes were barely visible as the words escaped from her.
“Fine, I’ll tell you where the honeypot is.”
There was no scramble, there was no fuss amongst the faceless men, the families they were working to support were long forgotten, and their coffee wasn’t the only thing keeping them awake at night.
She flicked her eyes up and down before she spoke again.
“I don’t seem to recall a one sided bargain though.”
The men moved as a whole, and retrieved the case, metal, light and was placed at a perfect angle on the table. It opened with a satisfying click.
A smile spread across her face, as she looked up coyly.
“Oh I do hope that’s all for me.” She fluttered her eyelashes at the expressionless dozen. Her smile promptly disappeared and she reached forward with an acrylic touch, running her fingers lightly over the smooth paper, biting her lip and occasionally looking up at the unmoving faces. She slowly closed her hand around one of their bundles of paper and the case lid slammed. Her lips formed a silent scream as the lid was pushed down with almost unnatural force. She looked up with eyes like a deer in headlights at the man in the suit.
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