((Legitimately gone for a week because of convention and out-of-state houseguests, then gone for another week for no good reason at all. I still enjoy this exercise in “oh god what have you done to Luce Worth?!” but it is some kind of pain in the ass to get back in the saddle.
I’ll, uh, try. I think I’m a good deal slower than a lot of folks around here, but I was planning things before my mini-hiatus and I still want to RP.))
shark-girl asked: ha ha ha well you're got balls being the only one willing to take up my offer, but sadly I sent that a few days ago. Looks like you're S.O.L bro. Better luck next time. ;)
Always knew usin’ this shit site mostly from work was gunna bite me on th’ arse, but I was thinkin’ in th’ form of a professional reprimand, not missin’ out on offers of tits. Ah’ll jes’ be sure t’ be more attentive in th’ future now won’t I?
So who th’ fuck are ya, anywise?
Anonymous asked: On Monday morning there is a full page article covering the front page of every newspaper in town.
*ROBBERY OF A PHARMECUTICAL COMPANY POSSIBLY LINKED TO A CRIME RING OVER 80 YEARS OLD*
An Expert on the Case has flown in from London to look over the case and its possible connections to a cat burglar ring that started in London in the late 1920s. This case has been passed on from generation to generation, but this new lead may perhaps bring the criminals to justice. The expert refused an interview and refused to let his name be printed.
*Mr. Worth occasionally reads the paper during morning homeroom, in some ways living vicariously through the stories and enjoying the physical barrier of a spread newspaper between himself and his drowsy students. It is often a prop, as the local news frequently fails to hold his interests, and the girls are well aware that if Mr. Worth is holding his paper, he is not policing their conversations. This morning, the phrase “crime ring” catches his interest, although the story itself fails to satisfy. He briefly imagines the alternate reality in which he might be the one ripping off a pharmaceutical company, encouraged by his recent education in the city’s flirtation with multiplicity. Pharm goods would even be useful to him, personally or as a nice supplementary income to the not-so-substantial income paid to teachers. But it is an idle imagining, spawned by the boredom inherent in uneventful Monday mornings, and soon the bell rings, his first class starts, and the headline is easily placed behind him.*
shark-girl asked: Pretty sure you've always wanted to see me naked... Well... I'm feeling pretty adventurous today so go to the corner of fifth and west and I'll flash you my tits.
An’ here I was, feelin’ all left out ‘cause there weren’t any anonymous spambots offerin’ t’ show off their naked bodies in m’inbox. Least yeh’ve got th’ balls t’ sign yer offer, although I doan’ know who th’ fuck ya are, so I cain’t say it’s a lifelong dream of mine.
Reckon I shoul’ swing m’car aroun’ yer corner anyway an’ see if this is bullshit? Not like Ah’ve got much better t’ do.
(In which “Mr. Worth” regains contact with that ex-student he was kind of trying to bone, she invites him over for a nice dinner so they can catch up, and she tells him about her run-in with a crazy man who attacked her before going vampy-nuts on him.
Also “oh wow Lira RPed something and it didn’t immediately turn to sex” WHAT AM I DOING?! )
Anonymous asked: MISSING CHILD:
Hanna Falk Cross
- short (maybe 3.5 feet in height) 7-year-old boy with curly red hair
- last seen 6 months ago
- is very friendly and curious
IF FOUND, PLEASE CALL LOCAL AUTHORITIES
Th’ fuck is this?
Cain’t tell if someone expects me personally t’ come in contact wiv young children. Is bein’ a teacher s’posed t’ automatically qualify me as a Good Samaritan?
An’ is this shit fake? Someone’s got a weird sense’ve humor, ‘cause th’ kid I met said he’s livin’ wiv tha’ other-me, an’ he looked fine.
Yeah, than why is it you’re bitching and whining about not seeing me in so long? If two months is good then, what was it, two years? That should be even better. Or has your ego taken a beating from not having someone to shit all over all the time so you can feel better about yourself?
Now yer th’ one presumin’, arsehole. Didn’cha hear, teachin’ ‘s jes’ th’ job tha’ keeps on givin’. All’a them young minds t’ mold an’ whatnot. Entire futures yeh could be changin’. Doan’ need t’ trample yer fragile pride jes’ t’ git a li’l boost.
’S jes’ a private hobby I sometimes enjoy, an’ yer makin’ up fer th’ lost time in spades now aren’cha? Almost fergot how amusin’ it is seein’ yer li’l hamster wheel twirl.
(Source: mr-worth)
…there’s a me in London? What a coincidence.Has it occurred to you I think you should go fuck yourself? Maybe me in London feels the same way and that’s why he’s failed take your “superior opinion” into consideration?
Put it this way. My Mont tol’ me tha’ all th’ time.
Sound jes’ a li’l bit sore, Lamont. Sure yer not jes’ pissed ‘cause tha’ other me’s off in some other country an’ yer here… Wot didja say again? Workin’? Cain’t imagine th’ shit sort’ve minimum-wage job Ah’d expect Lamont t’ ‘ave really competes wiv a nice long vacation from yer ugly mug.
(Source: mr-worth)
As much as I don’t want to ruin this rare moment in which you express humanity by asking about someone else’s well-being, I’m pretty sure I don’t actually know you (not this version anyway) and have never seen you.
The Luce I know is 21 and in med school and has fucked off to London for the summer.
Meanwhile I’ve been working.
………
Guess th’ Mont I know’s prob’ly still in London. Cain’t fer th’ life’ve me imagine why, an’ why his bitch arse woan’ respect m’superior opinion an’ come Stateside like Ah’ve fuckin’ told ‘im fer two fuckin’ years.
If we’re acceptin’ yer not him, despite havin’ th’ same stupid face, an’ tha’ my well-meaning advice ‘s still bein’ ignored… Tha’ jes’ means there’re two’ve yeh dickbags an’ neither of yeh listens worth shit.
We kin work on tha’.
Oh, it’s okay, you can laugh.
Hm. I might take you up on that offer later. With how interesting things can get around here it might be nice to have more methods of defending myself besides the usual tricks.
I think everyone is allowed to have some secrets. If I went and gave them all away then the surprise will be ruined. And what fun would that be? I’ve got plenty of time to hammer out the kinks in my philosophy so no worries there.
Hah. Long as yer not takin’ it personal.
Aw, afore yeh go an’ agree t’ anythin’, aren’cha forgettin’ t’ count out how many conversations are necessary t’ justify a li’l self-defense an’ punchin’ git-together? Wouldn’ wan’ t’ deviate from whatever script yer still layin’ out ‘ere.
Didn’ say a thing abou’ yer secrets, lass. I was jes’ sayin’ yeh migh’ wan’ t’ mind yer words. Doan’ wan’ fer yeh t’ spill all yer guts righ’ ‘ere an’ now, ain’t a thing tha’s fun abou’ tha’. Jes’ believe someone said once, yeh kin always trust a dishonest man, ‘cause yeh kin always trust ‘em t’ lie. ‘S th’ honest ones yeh ‘ave t’ worry abou’, ‘cause they’re the ones migh’ do somethin’ stupid.
(Source: mr-worth)
I wouldn’t recommend hitting a woman unless she starts it. Or she consents to it. It takes all kinds, of course. Personally, I can barely throw a punch and my last true attempt at fighting ended…interestingly. And heh, some people you have to cheat with to even the playing field.Ah, I haven’t the heart or motivation to place myself above others. I know where I stand and don’t care what people think about me. I do like to think I’m very honest. Well, honest about most aspects of my life.
If yeh didn’ soun’ so goddamn serious, I think Ah’d be laughin’ righ’ now.
Yeh doan’ know th’ fuckin’ half of it. Ah’ve taught more’n one girl how t’ throw a punch, an’ in at least one partic’lar case, took an awful lotta convincin’ t’ even git her t’ aim her fist at me, let alone do it right. Whatever else I migh’ be, it ain’t tha’, not wot yeh migh’ be thinkin’.
While we’re on th’ fuckin’ topic, kin prob’ly help ya wiv tha’ li’l issue of bein’ able t’ throw a punch or not. Doan’ matter if yeh intend t’ git inter fights, still a handy skill t’ ‘ave.
Now if tha’ doan’ sound like a loophole, I doan’ know wot does. Anyone kin do most of somethin’. Th’ hard part is doin’ it all th’ time. ‘S a nice li’l personal philosophy there but I reckon we’ll see how well it holds over time.
(Source: mr-worth)
‘M more amenable t’ ones tha’ ain’t fulla babysittin’. There ain’t a damn good reason fer homerooms save makin’ honest science teachers do basic secretarial work.
Tha’ was a metaphor, girlie. Yeh doan’ like th’ comparison t’ carnival games? An’ ‘ere I though’ it was somethin’ festive. Jes’ goes t’ show.
Th’ future leaders’re happily gossipin’. Christ, tha’ there are no boys ‘ere in this fuckin’ school, cain’t say if it’d be fer better or fer worse wiv all’a these hormones. Least it migh’ lessen th’ viability of young male teachers as sex objects.
I’m sure it’ll build character~
In that case, maybe if you manage to knock me over you’ll get your choice of prizes. Unless I’m rigged, of course.
I really don’t miss that age. College students aren’t much better but at least they usually don’t cause a mess when they stop by work. Granted, I’m not the most mature adult so I shouldn’t act all uppity when it comes to the lower end of my generation.
An’ jes’ whose character needs buildin’ ‘ere? Unless yeh think there’s somethin’ worth buildin’ wiv all th’ fuckin’ characters tha’ go inter attendance sheets, but tha’s pushin’ it.
Now if I didn’ know better, Ah’d think yeh were temptin’ me t’ hit a woman, an’ wivout any proper provocation, either. I’m not above fighting with women, mind you, but I will at least make sure that we’re having a nice fight rather than just hauling off and hitting someone. Course, if yer rigged, migh’ be better off tiltin’ th’ table a li’l. ‘M not above cheatin’.
Act uppity if yeh bloody well wan’ t’ do it, jes’ be upfront abou’ it. Ah’m not faultin’ yeh.
I quite like mornings, personally. It comes from not needing much sleep, I think.
Maybe we’ve had two? It’s hard to tell when one long conversation straddles multiple days. Heh, a prize? I can see where you might have thought I offered one but you do get points for endurance.
I’m well, making popsicles and contemplating making a run for the grocery. My days off from work are so thrilling. How’re the future leaders of tomorrow doing?
‘M more amenable t’ ones tha’ ain’t fulla babysittin’. There ain’t a damn good reason fer homerooms save makin’ honest science teachers do basic secretarial work.
Tha’ was a metaphor, girlie. Yeh doan’ like th’ comparison t’ carnival games? An’ ‘ere I though’ it was somethin’ festive. Jes’ goes t’ show.
Th’ future leaders’re happily gossipin’. Christ, tha’ there are no boys ‘ere in this fuckin’ school, cain’t say if it’d be fer better or fer worse wiv all’a these hormones. Least it migh’ lessen th’ viability of young male teachers as sex objects.
skip-to-my-lou-worth started following you
My fuckin’ idea, but christ. Lou Worth?
What th’ bloody fuck am I gittin’ m’self in fer.
alicemorning started following you
zombiedots started following you
‘M becomin’ increasingly concerned by th’ look’ve th’ people aroun’ here. Suspect th’ ratio of ladies t’ dead-lookin’ fellas ‘s not in m’favor.
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