#( v; just a girl guess i'm some kind of freak | canon: young )

[misquigleya]

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@kidoftheblxckhole asked: "there’s too much blood."

                         Eyes moved over the wound as his words echoed. There was too much blood, but it was okay. They just needed to slow it down and it'd be okay. She hoped. "J-...just keep applying pressure, Charlie," the blonde said as firmly as she could as she looked to him. "Have to slow it down...t-...then we can close the wound and..." it'll be okay.

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                          There was no love loss between them. Ever since the stew and mushroom incident, there had been a target on her back. One that Mari continued to paint and make larger every time she tried to wash it off and move forward. Today was like any other ( staring at the evil frozen rain that continued to fall, wonder how much longer until they'll be found, think about all the delicious food that they missed ) so the minute she heard Mari's voice, the blonde's shoulders slumped and she waited.

Misty listened to her, head turning to glance at her as hands continued to rub at her arms to keep them warm. "...it's the only thing either of us can think about. Can remember." There might have been some defensiveness to her tone, but she thought she was allowed that.

"i know we all clapped and cheered for you at the baby shower the other day, but it wasn't an invitation for you or your new best friend crystal to maximize your annoying theatre kid personas." it's mean — a lot of things she's said have been mean lately, but she's hungry and cold and tired, and she wasn't the only one who's gotten more irritable throughout the winter. ( mari's probably on the very top of the list, though ). she huffs, pulling the ends of her sleeves down to cover her hands. "could you at least stick to humming and choosing a song that isn't a showtune?"

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@onebigerror (jackie) asked: ❝ think happy thoughts, and all that shit, right? ❞

                          Normally she was the one trying to keep the others morals up, but even Misty was losing sight of survival. Though it wasn't exactly helpful, it was still appreciated that Jackie was attempting to help in the first place. "I'm trying..." she whispered, eyes closed as head hung solemnly. "D-...do you think they'll ever find us?" she asked the other after a moment, eyes opening to look towards the team captain.

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@wyrdbones (laura lee) asked: “ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”

                          Head turns to look in the direction of the voice, wondering who it could be and feeling a bit of a surprise to see the other blonde. "Just going for a little walk..." she began, giving a small shrug, "Coach Ben is resting so I'm just taking some me time." It wasn't like she was lying, Ben was very much asleep and Misty was looking for some alone time. "I'm not going far, promise."

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@doomdays (akilah) asked: “ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”

                          Quick glance downwards is given before shoulders shrug. "Maybe? I don't know. I just grabbed it from the clean pile," Misty mumbled, eyes hesitantly looking to the other girl. She didn't want this to become a thing, but she also didn't want to go put the ripe smelling shirt she had been wearing for two weeks back on either. "There are other clean shirts...I think," she added, hand moving to rub at her arm ( a nervous habit of hers ) while eyes shifted from Akilah to look elsewhere.

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@kidoftheblxckhole asked: “ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”

                          "Nothing," she lies as she glances to Charlie before eyes return to staring a hole into the floor. It was another day of listening to the same snide remarks made by Mari, the blonde doing her best to make herself small and keep out of the way. She was growing tired of it all, but there was nothing she could do to stop it, not without causing more problems for herself.

After a moment she looked back to the other with a puzzled look on her face, "Why are you talking to me?" she asked, trying to remember the last time she had even held a conversation with Charlie since they'd been out there. "I-...I don't mean to be rude...I'm just...curious," she murmured, arms tightening around herself further.

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@rachalcx asked: “It’s been three days. You guys can’t be that desperate.”

                          "Three days is exactly how long the human body can go without food," the blonde stated, brows furrowing. "So yea. I'm pretty desperate for food," she added for good measure. Sometimes she didn't like having what knowledge she had, but she never thought she'd be in this type of situation. A sight left Misty as she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and looking to Rachel, "I'm sorry. I'm just...if we can't get anything to eat our bodies will go into starvation mode and that's not something I want to experience."

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@thesmokingun asked: “Do we need a reason? We’re gonna be dead in a few weeks.”

                          Brows furrowed as she looked to the other, head shaking at her words. Natalie wasn't the only one who thought they weren't going to make it much longer out here. But that wasn't going to make matters better, wouldn't benefit them in the end. "We have to try, Nat," the shorter blonde murmured as she sighed softly, "also I would expect this type of dramatics from Jackie...not you."

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                          Everyone wanted the grand story of how the Yellowjackets survived for almost two years out there. None of them would indulge in such requests as they had made a pact never to share or speak about what they'd done out there to survive. They all had their ways of coping with what happened out there and readjusting to being back home. Misty was probably the more unconventional of them all with how she threw herself back into her life like she hadn't missed almost two years worth of it. But it was the only thing she knew what to do, aside from seeking out the other blonde as she was the only one who was still around. For how much longer that would be, she wasn't sure, but she was still thankful.

Spending those long months with the others, she had found a comfort in their company and presence. It was something she was missing and had been for quite some time. So there she stood, looking through the slits of the trailer window listening to Natalie speak and waiting until she's done. This was no different from the other times she had stopped by to check in on her; stand outside, never allowed inside, asked the same question why are you here? And it's one she's asked herself time and time again; why did she keep going back to Natalie Scatorccio's home when she knew the blonde didn't want anything to do with her?

It was simple, really, when it was boiled down to the last possible reason; Nat was a familiarity whereas everything and everyone else here wasn't. But she's quiet for a moment, adjusting her glasses as shoulder rose and fell with a light shrug. "Just wanted to...hangout..." she offered up, head tipping back a bit more to look through the window further. "But if you'd rather stand there and give yourself lung cancer alone...I can go..." though it was the furthest thing she wanted to do.

@misquigley​ asked :  ‘ you  want  a  better  story .  who  wouldn’t ? ’

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‘well  it’s  unfuckingfortunate  that  i  don’t  have  one,  misty.  what  the  fuck  do  you  want  from  me?  a  fairytale.’  nat’s  first  instinct  was  to  snap  at  her.  it  always  had  been.  yet  as  soon  as  she  did  she  found  herself  feeling  worse  instead  of  better.  misty  was  there.  she  was  listening  to  her.  that  was  more  than  she  could  say  for  anyone  these  days.  no  one  else  came  to  see  her   –  not   that   she’d   let   them   in   if   they   tried.  aside  from  a  shitty  invite  to  shauna  and  jeff’s  wedding  –  which  she  didn’t  bother  to  attend  –  there  was  no  communication.  what  did  she  expect.  they  weren’t  team  mates  anymore.  they  weren’t  anything   now   except   follow   trauma   survivors.  

'it’s  the  only  one  i’ve  got.’  and   it   was   pathetic.  ‘and  i’m  living  in  it.'  every   bit   of   hoarded   out    space   in   the   trailer   was   now   her   life   again.   that  was  the  sad  reality  of  it.nat  knew  that  to  an  extent  she  was  wallowing  but  she  felt  she’d  earned  that  right.  didn’t  they  all  want  a  better  story?  the   newspapers   sure   did.   your   story   was   what   made  you  who  you  were.   despite  the  fact  that  gladys  was  her  mother  –  one  that  didn’t  even  bother  to  show  up  when  that  plan  landed  –  nat  didn’t  want  the  woman  to  define   her.  but  how  could  she  not?  her  biggest  fear  was  becoming  just  like  her.  she  was  already  halfway  there.  she  hadn’t  left  the  shitty  trailer  she  was  forced  to  go  back  to  in  three  weeks.  just   like   gladys   never   left.   nat  didn’t  have  any  intention  of  doing  so  today  either.  she’d  resigned  herself  to  accepting  that  this  was  her  life  now.   they’d   rot   in   their   dysfunctional   agoraphobia   together. she  wasn’t  a  wild  animal  anymore  but  she  wasn’t  really  a  person  either.  she  just  felt  some  shell  of  a  creature  that  managed  to  breath.

'you  can  leave  now.  why  are  you  here  anyway?’  nat  knew  she’d  have  to  do  better  than  that.  misty  was  persistent  even  if  she  wouldn’t  allow  her  inside,  she’d  keep  trying.   or   she’d   just   stand   there   talking   to   her.   natalie   didn’t   know   what   was   worse.  they’d  been  having  this  whole  conversation  through  the  window  of  her  bedroom  while  she  puffed  on  cigarette  after  cigarette.  'this  is  my  fucking  story.  this  is  how  it  ends.  they  should  have  left  me  there.'  

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@vaeile (tai) asked: “ where do you think you’re going? ”

                         Head turns to look back at Taissa as shrug is given. She wasn't exactly sure where she was going, but she just knew that she wanted to get away for a minute. "Just...just..." words failed her as she turned to face the other, shoulders slumping. "Was going to go look for anymore herbs...edible plants. So we'll have them before winter sets in and freezes everything and keeps us locked inside..." Misty explained, finally deciding on her task.

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@slaughtyr (lottie) asked: “I just have a bad feeling about this place.”

                          It was almost ironic that Lottie felt that way, especially seeing as she was the one who spotted whatever was reflecting the sun from the lake. However the blonde keeps that comment to herself as she moved through room to room, noting how dusty it was and riddled with cobwebs. "I don't think anyone's been here for at least a decade...maybe longer..." she mused aloud as she continued to walk through, eyes glancing over to the taller girl. "What kind of bad feeling do you have?"

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@slaughtyr (van) asked: “Still kinda creepy up here.”

                          A small nod was given as she looked around the loft. They had cleaned it up, got rid of the spiderwebs, and relocated the former owner. At least that's who they assumed the skeleton was; if he wasn't the former owner then that just created even more questions. Moving over to where the rocking chair was, Misty moved to inspect the floor, frown settling into place.

"Van...have you seen this symbol before?" she asked, looking over her shoulder towards the redhead. It was etched into the floor where the dead man's feet would have been. Straightening up, the blonde moved to look at the window, noting how dirty it was. "Should we open the window? Air this place out a bit more?"

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                          Somehow she had got herself turned around out there. It hadn't ever happened before and she thought she had left markers for herself, but she hadn't. So there she stood with teeth chattering and body trembling as she fought to get warm. It was strange having Taissa help her, to be looking up at the other this closely as she would have thought the other wouldn't have cared if she froze to death. "I g-...got tur-...turned a-a-around..." she stammered, eyes closing as she held the blanket around her tighter.

Misty knew the chance of frost bite was strong being out there for long periods of time. But losing a limb, well she would have had had to have been out there a lot longer. She doesn't voice that however as she could barely explain her reasoning for being out there for as long as she had been. "S-...sorry..." is she all can mutter.

misquigley asked: care-taking - muse a rubs muse b’s arms repeatedly to get some warm into them

"what were you even doing out there anyways?"

she wasn't sure how she had gotten herself into this situation. on a normal day, she would not be taking care of misty quigley. but somehow, she was chosen to help. her hands rub on misty's arms and she let's out an exasperated sigh. "you were so close to getting frost bite. the last thing we need is for someone to lose an arm, too."

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@isgull (lottie) asked: “ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”

                          A slow nod is given as she looks from Lottie, turning her attention to the mossy tree. "But does this have to be a secret? Won't the others want to see it?" Misty asked quietly. Most would have just seen another tree, but it was more than that. She didn't know what it exactly it was, but whatever it was...Lottie seemed to be entuned with it; the fact she killed a grizzly bear easily spoke volumes.

However the mere mention of secrets had her feeling a touch uneasy. Her mother always said keeping secrets wasn't good for the heart and soul, that it would eat at both and leave nothing behind. And as far as having secrets went, the blonde didn't think the tree and what it could possibly do was that big of a secret. Nor did she think it should be kept from the others. "Maybe we should tell...a few? See if anyone else is interested?"

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@mysteriary (elle) asked: ❝ that was a level of aggression i didn’t expect, but i can dig it. ❞

                           Any other time she wouldn't have minded the singing, but here she was yet again with frozen fingers and no feeling in her body. All because they needed water ( granted she knew they needed it ) but still, anyone else could have been out there. Why did it have to be her? She was sure that a certain someone was making sure that she was getting left water detail but she couldn't speak up about it, not if she wanted to make more problems.

Eyes rolled at the comment as she pulled her legs to her chest, hands under her arms in a feeble attempt to warm them. "She wouldn't shut up..." Misty murmured as she glanced to Eleanor for a brief moment before eyes returned to the pail of snow. "Why were you out there anyways? Making sure I didn't poison our water?"

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                          Some people thought she was wasting her time being a tutor. That she could be doing something else with her free time after school and on the weekends. Some even said she was stupid for not charging people to help them with their homework or studying for tests. But the blonde didn't care about money and in truth, she had nothing else going on in her free time so it made sense to her. Plus, she was just happy to help whoever with their studies.

When Natalie had asked her if she could help with a few classes, she had been a bit too eager to help the other. Misty had accepted the challenge ( math was hardly a challenge for her ) and invited the bleach blonde over to her house. Most of her reasoning for that was because they spent most their time at school or around the school with soccer and she knew Nat didn't have best home life. So when she heard the knock on the door, the curly haired girl made her way through the living room to answer the door with a smile.

"Hey, Nat," she replied, stepping aside and waving a hand for her to come in. "We got the house to ourselves. My mom is out shopping and my dad is still at work," she explained as she closed the door and moved towards the other. "I'm all set up in the dining room and we can get started whenever you're ready."

starter for @misquigley / teen misty !

there was a soft crunch beneath the teens black boots as she walked over gravel in the front yard of the quigley family home. it was like all the other houses on the block. nice, polished, the picturesque 'american dream' home. it was the total opposite to the kind of place nat lived. which y'know, wasn't that hard considering she was the only kid in their school who lived in a fucking trailer park. there was a slight apprehension that overcame her as she stood in front of the big wooden door. sometimes these nice houses just made her uncomfortable. like she was somehow out of place. but misty was gonna help her with homework, and she needed to get her grades up because coach martinez was on her fuckin' ass about it. so, nat swallowed her bullshit feelings and knocked on the door. a few seconds later, the curly haired blonde appeared on the other side. "hey misty," the bleach blonde muttered with a small smile.