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some woman had been walking down a stretch of sterile, brown, treeless neighborhoods due to an old fire when three boys came bumping and smacking into her along the way. she was pissed as shit so she asked where in fuckland they were going, and they said they slain a monster, and stole his typewriter and books of nude photography.
she came across an old abandoned bungalow which was popular among squatters; the door was open and there was a white linen sheet strewn across the entrance. inside she had wondered around wondering if the boys had played a cruel trick on anybody and they needed some help, until a long, slender, dark figure started to slowly stumble to her, clutching a part of his face. It was only when the figure had fallen into the light of a window that she realized he didn't have a face at all, and was bleeding from a recent blow to the head. she screamed bloody murder.

it's been a long time since ive thought of characters or a story at all for deviantart, huh?
after a fit of pacing, and finding photographs of a disfigured person with syphilis, I came up with a not very original couple of people.
the pissed shit woman is Olya- a Russian immigrant, and model for drawing classes. she was inspired by the women in those old 1920s art films...
and the man with the injury on his face is Arlo. not sure how his face got disfigured yet, but i have been assuming the circumstances of war and/or burns or something have been the culprit. idk. He cant see anymore, he has great difficultly speaking and eating, and wears a surgeon face mask over his mouth when out in public. poor guy loved art, but cant see it anymore, poor guy loved learning Estonian, now he can barely speak. poor guy is afraid to get surgery, and has great difficulty eating, thus he eats very little, in turn making him weak and looking emaciated.

the pissy shit ballz lady Olya a few days later found the figure puttering to the squatter's house, poking the ground with a skinny white cane, wearing the face-mask and she knew it was the monster. but the monster was helpless and harmless and blind, so she asked if he wanted any help walking to the front porch. He nodded, and she took his arm and led him there; afterword he said 'thank you' by putting his fingers where his lips should be and curving them towards her. then placed that hand down to hers, in the place of kissing it, and Olya thought the monster was charming.
but he aint a monster, silly woman. he's just an injured guy.
doesn't matter though, she fucking falls for him. who knew. wow. surprised.

because she can see past all that lack of face. and see Arlo's pretty cool. he doesn't kno what she looks like, and she doesn't know what he used to look like- there seems to be an appeal between then because of that, cuz its a fucking mystery. now he can share his old love of nude photography.

months later Olya decided to spend the night with Arlo, because she wanted to. After shit was done, Arlo locked the bedroom door after hearing some boys smoking far off outside. Olya woke up at about 12 at night, freezing, hearing clunking, violent shuffling and knocking, and boys voices wondering where all the good shit was, and if the monster was still squatting there. Olya had found her hand in Arlo's, and he was shivering, and huddling his face towards the pillow with the other arm.

it happens folks
i missed thinking of odd story shit like this

hope u like

Description
comments are loved, and greatly appreciated, baby

some woman had been walking down a stretch of sterile, brown, treeless neighborhoods due to an old fire when three boys came bumping and smacking into her along the way. she was pissed as shit so she asked where in fuckland they were going, and they said they slain a monster, and stole his typewriter and books of nude photography.
she came across an old abandoned bungalow which was popular among squatters; the door was open and there was a white linen sheet strewn across the entrance. inside she had wondered around wondering if the boys had played a cruel trick on anybody and they needed some help, until a long, slender, dark figure started to slowly stumble to her, clutching a part of his face. It was only when the figure had fallen into the light of a window that she realized he didn't have a face at all, and was bleeding from a recent blow to the head. she screamed bloody murder.

it's been a long time since ive thought of characters or a story at all for deviantart, huh?
after a fit of pacing, and finding photographs of a disfigured person with syphilis, I came up with a not very original couple of people.
the pissed shit woman is Olya- a Russian immigrant, and model for drawing classes. she was inspired by the women in those old 1920s art films...
and the man with the injury on his face is Arlo. not sure how his face got disfigured yet, but i have been assuming the circumstances of war and/or burns or something have been the culprit. idk. He cant see anymore, he has great difficultly speaking and eating, and wears a surgeon face mask over his mouth when out in public. poor guy loved art, but cant see it anymore, poor guy loved learning Estonian, now he can barely speak. poor guy is afraid to get surgery, and has great difficulty eating, thus he eats very little, in turn making him weak and looking emaciated.

the pissy shit ballz lady Olya a few days later found the figure puttering to the squatter's house, poking the ground with a skinny white cane, wearing the face-mask and she knew it was the monster. but the monster was helpless and harmless and blind, so she asked if he wanted any help walking to the front porch. He nodded, and she took his arm and led him there; afterword he said 'thank you' by putting his fingers where his lips should be and curving them towards her. then placed that hand down to hers, in the place of kissing it, and Olya thought the monster was charming.
but he aint a monster, silly woman. he's just an injured guy.
doesn't matter though, she fucking falls for him. who knew. wow. surprised.

because she can see past all that lack of face. and see Arlo's pretty cool. he doesn't kno what she looks like, and she doesn't know what he used to look like- there seems to be an appeal between then because of that, cuz its a fucking mystery. now he can share his old love of nude photography.

months later Olya decided to spend the night with Arlo, because she wanted to. After shit was done, Arlo locked the bedroom door after hearing some boys smoking far off outside. Olya woke up at about 12 at night, freezing, hearing clunking, violent shuffling and knocking, and boys voices wondering where all the good shit was, and if the monster was still squatting there. Olya had found her hand in Arlo's, and he was shivering, and huddling his face towards the pillow with the other arm.

it happens folks
i missed thinking of odd story shit like this

hope u like