#⊰ v; I'd rather go to hell than be in purgatory! ⊱

[imakeupthingsaboutkilljoys]

Look Alive, Sunshine / Na Na Na

Look alive, sunshine 109 in the sky, but the pigs won't quit 109 is his radio frequency, the 'pigs' refer to anyone working under BL/ind (so, Dracs, Exterminators, and SCARECROWS). You're here with me, Dr. Death-Defying I'll be your surgeon, your proctor Your helicopter Pumpin' out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive The purpose of his radio station is to guide Killjoys through the desert. Does it imply that he's guiding newer escapees? It works, especially considering that this is the first track on the album; we're the new Killjoys he's guiding. A system failure for the masses Anti-matter for the master plan Fighting against BL/ind. Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny Killjoys and self-expression. This one's for all of you rock'n'rollers All you crash queens and motor babies Listen up

Conclusion: This is from the perspective of Dr Death. He's guiding us through the Killjoy's world.

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The future is bulletproof The aftermath is secondary The BL/ind slogan. It's time to do it now and do it loud Killjoys, make some noise Killjoy rebellion and self-expression. Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na Na, na-na, na-na, na-na Na, na-na, na-na, na-na Na-na, na-na, na-na The "na"s are probably taunting/teasing, but could just be singing along. Who knows. Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs The BL/ind methods of mind manipulation. Eight legs to the wall The fab four logo (the spider). Is it because they're pests to BL/ind? Hit the gas, kill 'em all And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl Crawling through life, out of sight of BL/ind. Also a spider logo reference. From mall security To every enemy We're on your property Standing in V formation No matter how hard people try and exterminate them, they will find a way to rebel. Let's blow an artery Referenced in the music lyric video to be about fast food, possibly linked to American consumerism. Eat plastic surgery BL/ind prioritises conformity---is plastic surgery encouraged in Battery City? Keep your apology Give us more detonation Oh, let me tell you 'bout the sad man Shut up and let me see your jazz hands Reference to "Behind Blue Eyes" by The Who. They are seen as villains in the eyes of BL/ind, but really they just want freedom. Remember when you were a madman Thought you was Batman And hit the party with a gas can Their aspirations to be heroes. Kiss me, you animal More freedom of expression, especially if this has queer subtext. You run the company Fuck like a Kennedy The link between freedom and power. I think we'd rather be Burning your information Anti-corporation sentiment. And right here Right now All the way in Battery City Battery City is the city run by BL/ind. The little children Raise their open filthy palms Like tiny daggers up to heaven Rebellion and a (possibly) futile hope for freedom. And all the juvie halls The people apprehended for fighting the norms. And the Ritalin rats The people who were controlled by BL/ind medication. Ask angels made from neon And fucking garbage Radioactive. Scream out, "What will save us?" And the sky opened up Reference to Destroya, possibly. More likely it's their belief that the Girl will play a major role in taking down BL/ind. Everybody wants to change the world Everybody wants to change the world But no one, no one wants to die They know they'll need to sacrifice themselves to make their difference. Make no apology It's death or victory Again, knowing they must sacrifice themselves. On my authority Crash and burn, young and loaded Power in the youth. Drop like a bullet shell People will need to drop (die) in order to succeed. Dress like a sleeper cell Wait for the word that victory is near. I'd rather go to hell Than be in purgatory It's better to die a sinner than have done nothing to stop a worse evil. Purgatory could also reference BL/ind mind control. Cut my hair Gag and bore me Removing self-expression and liberation. Pull this pin Let this world explode Reference to the Girl's fate.

Conclusion: This is all of the fab four singing, like an anthem for the Killjoys, and establishes their desires, beliefs, and goals.

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

The future is bulletproof

The aftermath is secondary

It's time to do it now and do it loud

Killjoys, make some noise

Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na

Na, na-na, na-na, na-na

Na, na-na, na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs

I don't need it, but I'll sell what you got

Take the cash and I'll keep it

Eight legs to the wall

Hit the gas, kill 'em all

And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl

You be my detonator

Love, gimme love, gimme love

I don't need it, but I'll take what I want from your heart

And I'll keep it in a bag, in a box

Put an "X" on the floor

Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more

Shut up and sing it with me

From mall security

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

To every enemy

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

We're on your property

Standing in V formation

Let's blow an artery

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Eat plastic surgery

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Keep your apology

Give us more detonation

More, gimme more, gimme more

Oh, let me tell you 'bout the sad man

Shut up and let me see your jazz hands

Remember when you were a madman

Thought you was Batman

And hit the party with a gas can

Kiss me, you animal

You run the company

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Fuck like a Kennedy

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

I think we'd rather be

Burning your information

Let's blow an artery

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Eat plastic surgery

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Keep your apology

Give us more detonation

And right here

Right now

All the way in Battery City

The little children

Raise their open filthy palms

Like tiny daggers up to heaven

And all the juvie halls

And the Ritalin rats

Ask angels made from neon

And fucking garbage

Scream out, "What will save us?"

And the sky opened up

Everybody wants to change the world

Everybody wants to change the world

But no one, no one wants to die

Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try

Wanna try, wanna try, now

I'll be your detonator

Make no apology

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

It's death or victory

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

On my authority

Crash and burn, young and loaded

Drop like a bullet shell

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Dress like a sleeper cell

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

I'd rather go to hell

Than be in purgatory

Cut my hair

Gag and bore me

Pull this pin

Let this world explode

Omg free concert!!!!

[kerosene-saint]

The future is bulletproof

The aftermath is secondary

It's time to do it now and do it loud

Killjoys, make some noise

Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na

Na, na-na, na-na, na-na

Na, na-na, na-na, na-na

Na-na, na-na, na-na

Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs

I don't need it, but I'll sell what you got

Take the cash and I'll keep it

Eight legs to the wall

Hit the gas, kill 'em all

And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl

You be my detonator

Love, gimme love, gimme love

I don't need it, but I'll take what I want from your heart

And I'll keep it in a bag, in a box

Put an "X" on the floor

Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more

Shut up and sing it with me

From mall security

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

To every enemy

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

We're on your property

Standing in V formation

Let's blow an artery

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Eat plastic surgery

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Keep your apology

Give us more detonation

More, gimme more, gimme more

Oh, let me tell you 'bout the sad man

Shut up and let me see your jazz hands

Remember when you were a madman

Thought you was Batman

And hit the party with a gas can

Kiss me, you animal

You run the company

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Fuck like a Kennedy

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

I think we'd rather be

Burning your information

Let's blow an artery

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Eat plastic surgery

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Keep your apology

Give us more detonation

And right here

Right now

All the way in Battery City

The little children

Raise their open filthy palms

Like tiny daggers up to heaven

And all the juvie halls

And the Ritalin rats

Ask angels made from neon

And fucking garbage

Scream out, "What will save us?"

And the sky opened up

Everybody wants to change the world

Everybody wants to change the world

But no one, no one wants to die

Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try

Wanna try, wanna try, now

I'll be your detonator

Make no apology

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

It's death or victory

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

On my authority

Crash and burn, young and loaded

Drop like a bullet shell

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

Dress like a sleeper cell

(Na, na-na, na-na, na-na)

I'd rather go to hell

Than be in purgatory

Cut my hair

Gag and bore me

Pull this pin

Let this world explode

I'm over here grabbing my ray gun and a can of spray paint ready to deface a 'crow's car and shoot them in the face

[hyacinthsgirl]

@lickbatteries​ SPAN THE EMO ROULETTE || TOMORROW’S MONEY

     SHE SHUSHED Party by slapping him on the back of his hand, even mouthing ‘shh’ as if her gesture hadn’t been clear enough. Once sure the source of disturb was gone, she rested her hand on her naked belly again, eyes hidden under her worn-out aviator goggles and turned to the sky. It wasn’t too long before Hyacinth addressed Party again, this time with both words and a finger pointing at the boom box blasting music next to her on the sand. “When the mix tape plays-” she scolded him, not even trying to hide her playful smile, “choke down the words with no meaning.”

[the-songs-of-my-life]

My Chemical Romance - Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)

The future is bulletproof. The aftermath is secondary. It's time to do it now, and do it loud. Killjoys, make some noise.

Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs. I don't need it, but I'll sell what you got. Take the cash, and I'll keep it. Eight legs to the wall. Hit the gas, kill 'em all. And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl. You be my detonator.

Love, gimme love, gimme love. I don't need it, but I'll take what I want from your heart. And I'll keep it in a bag, in a box. Put an X on the floor. Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more. Shut up, and sing it with me.

From mail security, to every enemy. We're on your property, standing in V-formation. Let's blow an artery, eat plastic surgery. Keep your apology, give us more detonation. More, gimme more, gimme more.

Oh, let me tell you 'bout the sad man. Shut up, and let me see your jazz hands. Remember when you were a madman, thought you was Batman, and hit the party with a gas can? Kiss me, you animal.

You run the company, fuck like a Kennedy. I think we'd rather be burning your information. Let's blow an artery, eat plastic surgery. Keep your apology, give us more detonation.

And right here, right now, all the way in Battery City, the little children raise their open, filthy palms, like tiny daggers up to heaven. And all the juvie halls, and the Ritalin rats, ask angels made from neon and fucking garbage. Scream out, "what will save us?" And the sky opened up.

Everybody wants to change the world. Everybody wants to change the world, but no one, no one wants to die. Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try, wanna try, wanna try now. I'll be your detonator.

Make no apology, it's death or victory. On my authority, crash and burn, young and loaded. Drop like a bullet shell, dress like a sleeper cell. I'd rather go to hell than be in purgatory. Cut my hair, gag and bore me. Pull this pin, let this world explode.

[ghostswithoutjournals]

The future is bulletproof

The aftermath is secondary

It's time to do it now and do it loud

Killjoys

Make some noise

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na

Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs, I don't need it

But I'll sell what you got, take the cash and I'll keep it

Eight legs to the wall, hit the gas, kill them all

And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl you be my detonator

Love, gimme love, gimme love, I don't need it

But I'll take what I want from your heart and I'll keep it

In a bag, in a box, put an X on the floor

Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, shut up and sing it with me

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(From mall security)

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(To every enemy)

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(We're on your property)

Standing in V formation

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(Let's blow an artery)

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(Get plastic surgery)

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(Keep your apology)

Give us more detonation

More, gimme more, gimme more

Oh, let me tell you about the sad man

Shut up and let me see your jazz hands

Remember when you were a madman

Thought you was Batman and hit the party with a gas can

Kiss me, you animal

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(You run the company)

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(Fuck like a Kennedy)

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(I think we'd rather be)

Ｂｕｒｎｉｎｇ ｙｏｕｒ ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(Let's blow an artery)

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(Get plastic surgery)

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(Keep your apology)

Give us more detonation

And right here, right now

All the way in Battery City

The little children raise their open, filthy palms

Like tiny daggers up to heaven

And all the Juvie halls and the Ritalin rats

Ask angels made from neon

And fucking garbage scream out what will save us

And the sky opened up

Everybody wants to change the world

Everybody wants to change the world

But no one, no one

Wants to die

Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try

Wanna try, wanna try, now, I'll be your detonator

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(Make no apology)

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(It's death or victory)

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(On my authority)

Crash and burn, young and loaded

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(Drop like a bullet shell)

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(Just like a sleeper cell)

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

(I'd rather go to hell)

Than be in a purgatory

Cut my hair, gag and bore me

Pull this pin, let this world explode 💥

[heithaw]

Look alive, sunshine One-oh-nine in the sky But the pigs won't quit You're here with me: Doctor Death-Defy I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter Pumpin' out the slaughter-matic sounds To keep you live A system failure for the masses Anti-matter for the master-plan Louder than God's revolver And twice as shiny This one's for all you rock and rollers All you crash queens and motor babies Listen up! [Spoken intro:] The future is bulletproof The aftermath is secondary It's time to do it now and do it loud Killjoys Make some noise (na, na, na...) Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs I don't need it, but I'll sell what you got Take the cash and I'll keep it Eight legs to the wall Hit the gas, kill them all And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl You be my detonator Love, gimme love, gimme love I don't need it, but I'll take what I want from your heart And I'll keep it in a bag, in a box Put an X on the floor Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more Shut up and sing it with me (na, na, na...) From mall security To every enemy We're on your property Standing in V formation (na, na, na...) Let's blow an artery Eat plastic surgery Keep your apology Give us more detonation (More! Gimme more! Gimme more!) Oh, let me tell you 'bout the sad man Shut up and let me see your jazz hands Remember when you were a madman Thought you was Batman And hit the party with a gas can Kiss me you animal (na, na, na...) You run the company Fuck like a Kennedy I think we'd rather be Burning your information (na, na, na...) Let's blow an artery Eat plastic surgery Keep your apology Give us more detonation And right here Right now All the way in Battery City The little children Raise their open filthy palms Like tiny daggers up to heaven And all the juvee halls And the Ritalin rats Ask angels made from neon And fucking garbage Scream out, "What will save us?" And the sky opened up Everybody wants to change the world Everybody wants to change the world But no one, no one wants to die Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try Wanna try, wanna try, now I'll be your detonator (na, na, na...) Make no apology It's death or victory On my authority Crash and burn Young and loaded Drop like a bullet shell Dress like a sleeper cell I'd rather go to hell Than be in purgatory Cut my hair Gag and bore me Pull this pin Let this world explode [The official video's spoken outro:] Keep running!

[hyacinthsgirl]

Sets a cake made of power pup and outdated frosting in front of her. Not the most appetizing, but it's the thought that counts! "Happy Birthday!"

. it’s one (1) babe’s birthday

     SHE DIDN’T expect anyone to remember her birthday - or even to know about it. Everyone left their past life behind once they entered the desert, name and dates of birth included. Hyacinth had never seen anyone celebrate someone’s birthday in the Zones, so she had thought no one did - and that was fine to her. She had always barely celebrated it, after all. Her parents had never thrown a party for her nor did anything special with her, so letting go of that day had been easy. Now, though - now, as she stared at the cake the Girl had made for her, something tugged at her heart. Hyacinth stared down at the cracked frosting, at the burnt edges, at the power pup stains on the chipped dish, and she was at a loss for words for a long minute. A pleasant warmth spread inside her chest. How weird it was. She had never had anyone bake a cake for her birthday, and the first one to do so was a child in one of the most dangerous places on Earth, a place where she should have worried about staying alive, not about celebrating. The smile that bloomed on Hyacinth’s lips was heartfelt and as bright as the sun above their heads.

     She lowered on her knees and pulled the Girl into a tight embrace, paying attention not to crush the cake between their bodies. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” There was so much else she could say, but all the words got stuck in her throat. She took a deep breath and gently pushed the Girl away, keeping her hands on her small shoulders. She didn’t stop smiling for a single second. “Your cake looks delicious. Did you do it all on your own?” she asked, looking down at it before looking at the Girl again. “What about we share it with the guys, hm? Or we can eat it all and then spend the day in bed with a stomachache.” She wouldn’t have minded it in that moment. It would have been an unusual way to celebrate her birthday, but it’d be a good start.

[hyacinthsgirl]

" HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT !?!? "

     SHE IMMEDIATELY curled her hands into fists and the flames disappeared, swallowed by her palms. She abruptly turned to see the Girl stare at her and to hear her curse - a more than appropriate reaction to what she had just witnessed. Hyacinth remained knelt on the sand, under the shadow of the abandoned motel, and gulped. This wasn’t meant to happen.

     Her abilities weren’t really a secret anymore. She had heard people whisper while glancing at her, and some of her closest friends had reported various rumors about her. How she could set the pavement on fire while skating. How objects seemed to move on her own around her, sometimes. Some Killjoys had even witnessed her accidentally tell their future so accurately that, after her prophecies had come true, it had taken them time to talk to her again. Hyacinth Girl was weird; no one knew if she was also dangerous. Surprisingly enough, not even she knew. After months of training she had somehow managed to tame her abilities, but sometimes she still lost control. Papers burnt in her hands when she was angry (which, thankfully, didn’t happen often). Glimpses of the future flashed before her eyes when she didn’t need them to. She feared what she could do if she were a little too angry, a little too sad, if she felt a little too much than usual. It was a land of her mind she didn’t dare explore.

     However, despite her train of thoughts, she tried to smile at the Girl. “Magic,” she whispered, but her voice was trembling.

     (was it really?)

[hyacinthsgirl]

@ilrellia

     HE IS weird, the rebel who had handed her the envelope had told her. He’s a prick, lemme tell you. Consider yourself lucky you won’t have to deal with him for too long. Now, as she skated on the sandy ground under the burning sun, Hyacinth thought back of those words. Needless to say, they had only fueled her curiosity. She had always preferred judging people with her own eyes, even when others told her she better stay away from them. Ever so stubborn. It was frustrating to say the least, but no one could make her change her mind. 

     She stopped a few meters away from his house, mouth half-open in surprise. She pulled her aviator goggles down, letting them hang from her neck, and stared at the building in awe for long seconds. “What the...?” she muttered under her breath. It was unlike any other shelter she had seen before. She had seen a picture of a Japanese traditional house once, and to her it seemed like it had just popped out of that book. There was even a cherry tree next to it, although barely alive. It was so unusual that she wasted a good minute circling the house, looking at it from every angle, almost as if to make sure it was not a hallucination. “Wow,” she whispered. She would have something interesting to tell the guys when she came back to their shelter.

     The door was opened, thus she knocked on the wall. At first, only silence answered. “Hello?” she called out, stretching her neck to better look inside. “Is anyone home? I have a message for Sunshine.” A peculiar name for a man like him, she mused.

[hyacinthsgirl]

❛ one day the sun will rise and you’ll be glad it did. ❜ [ killjoy au yaaay ]

Lovely Suggestions’ Sentence Starters || not accepting

     SHE WAS not a pessimist, but she had to admit sometimes her heart beat weirdly in the middle of the night. It made her open her eyes up wide and stare at either the starry sky or the ceiling of an abandoned building, muscles tensed, ears ready to catch every unusual sound. In those nights, the thought she might not see the sun again hit her like a punch in the stomach. She had learned to sleep not too soundly, but accidents happened. Even the most careful ended up making a mistake. One day she might be taken and killed before she could see another dawn bleeding purple, red and orange on the desert sand (she could not know a fat worse than death awaited her, if they ever put their hands on her).

     She tried not to think too much about it.

     “I think I already am, in a certain way,” she admitted, kicking the air. She was wearing unmatched long socks she had found a couple of days before - one black spotted in white, the other fluorescent green, so bright that it hurt anyone’s eyes. She smiled with just a corner of her mouth. “I am glad I haven’t missed a single sunrise yet.”

[hyacinthsgirl]

Kicks Chris's door with a paper bag over his head, dressed in a Sid Vicious costume, screaming, "TRICK OR TREAT, FUCKER!"

     GRABS A bowl from the table and throws the candies inside it at him. She herself is sort of dressed up for the occasion - covered in old fake webs from head to toe and a zombie plastic mask. “Trick and treat!”

     (where did she find so many candies? That’s a secret.)

[hyacinthsgirl]

❝ Close your eyes and pretend it’s all a bad dream. That’s how I get by. ❞

Jack Sparrow sentence starters || not accepting

     HYACINTH HAS never been good at fooling herself. She cannot lie to anyone, let alone herself, therefore sometimes escaping reality is hard. Thoughts and gunshots echo in her brain and bones and chest, as if her own heartbeat was made by those very sounds now. She is not a veteran, but she has already seen more death than any human eye should. Unlike others who probably can, she cannot pretend the bodies lying on the sand and the asphalt are puppets, inanimate objects put there by a prankster. She got used to that sight, but she will not forget. She will not pretend this is all a dream. The feeling her world might bend in impossible and wrong angles if she does never leaves her. Therefore now, after a deep breath, she looks away from the horizon and back at the Girl, still standing by her side. Hyacinth smiles weakly at her.

     ( she is just a kid, only a kid! )

     “Thank you. Maybe it’ll work for me too.” She doubts so, but she does not say it. After a moment of silence, she nods with her head in the direction they came from. “It’s better if we go back now. The sun’s already setting.”

[hyacinthsgirl]

@hauntedfriends || continued from here 

     she had never been one to believe in any god or higher entity in control of people’s lives, and there in the desert their existence seemed even less probable. She flashed a small smile at him. “But if there isn’t any god and therefore he isn’t empty, doesn’t that make you less empty too?”

[hyacinthsgirl]

Chris Muir arrived and died in the Californian desert driving a stolen car she could barely drive. She had left her house in the dead of the night, during the curfew, in that hour where no citizen walked down the streets and only the white blinding lights of the buildings shone. She knew how to be silent when she wanted. Before any Draculoid patrolling the streets noticed someone was where they were not supposed to, she had already entered her parents’ car, pressed on the gas pedal and was on her way to the gates of Battery City. She sought freedom. She had vague memories of her childhood and of the times before B.L./ind took the power in its hands, thus she had never really adapted to the new lifestyle everyone had been forced to follow. The few pills she had taken tasted of iron chains. 

The rebels were known inside the city, of course. A topic people talked about in disgust, disapproval, sometimes few hints of fear. Where B.L./ind saw a problem to eradicate, she saw liberty. Thus she was not scared as she drove through the city at full speed not to let anyone stop her. Sirens screamed behind her. She held the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned paler. Her instinct told her to close her eyes as the car hit the bar at the checkpoint and ripped it apart, but in fact she kept them wide open. Not a single moment of this would be lost.

She remembers little of what happened afterwards. She certainly lost her pursuers in the desert, but the events followed one another so fast and so much adrenaline was pumped in her veins that most memories of that night were tucked away in a corner. Next thing she remembers was herself lying on the hard, sandy ground and people in colorful outfits staring at her from above.

Chris Muir died on that day. From her ashes, like a phoenix of rebellion, Hyacinth Girl was born.

Rumors has it that something is not quite right with her. It is not that she is crazy or her behavior is suspicious or that someone thinks she is a spy sent from B.L./ind. It is something different. Rumors has it that she can do things which go beyond human abilities. Small flames flickering between her fingers. Objects flying from a shelf to the palm of her hand. Small visions of the future flashing before her eyes. A side effect of the pills, some murmur. Experiments carried out on her when she was too little to remember, another theory states. Simple imagination, the more skeptic affirm. No one has had the guts to ask her yet.

( @headfirsts here you go )

[hyacinthsgirl]

killjoy!chris skating down Route Guano leaving trails of fire on the asphalt behind her because yes, she doesn’t openly speak about her abilities but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy using them