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blancheharlow · 7 years ago

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F.M.L. || SOLO

[8/23/2017 3:02:16 PM] Immo: well it's a good thing we won't send her up against monsters or anything >.> <.<

“Don’t try to intimidate me you scaly, drooling, yellow eyed, Mercedes ruining, snaggle toothed son of a bitch!”

“What are you doing?”

Blanche had been woken up from her nap on the couch, propping herself up to stair as her parents were loudly rummaging about. The hell— Blanche glanced at the time. “Dad? Don’t you have to be at work?” She shoved the covers off, snatched her crutches, and hobbled after him into the kitchen. She barely bothered to look for Granny—she still wasn’t speaking to her. She would lurk occasionally, giving her best silent treatment as they watched television and let out the ugliest ‘hmphs’ whenever Blanche tried to say something.

Her dad ignored her too. Blanche rolled her eyes.

“Dad!” Blanche had half a mind to jab him with her crutch. “I said: You have work, right?”

He sneered at her.

Blanche recoiled slightly. “I didn’t get another tattoo, if that’s what you were told.” she said, carefully. Her mother was digging through her purse, probably looking for her keys. If there wasn’t a day where her mom lost her car keys, there wasn’t a day at all. “Mom?” She had been home all week, trying to look after her. Blanche had always been pretty independent, but her mom has fussed, saying she wasn’t about to leave her poor daughter alone the week after she broke her leg.

But clearly, they seemed to be going somewhere. They even had their emergency luggage out.

“Um. Hello? Mom? Dad?” Blanche was blinking the sleepy from her eyes. Maybe some emergency medical thing?

Her mom looked up, snatching her car keys from the abyss that was her purse. “We’re leaving.”

Blanche had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. “Duh. Where?”

“Florida.”

“…. Come again?” Blanche stared at them in disbelief.

“We are going to Florida.”

“What?!” Blanche repeated. “Why? You literally hate Florida.”

“We no longer wish to be around you,” Her mom snapped, exasperated. Blanche realized how she sounded then—that didn’t sound like mom. And her dad was acting like an idiot—putting on two coats and grabbing the wrong briefcase.

Were they possessed??

“And how long will you be gone?!” Blanche demanded.

“Forever.” Her mom simply said. “We don’t wish to be with a disappointment of an offspring for any longer.”

That stung, but the use of the word offspring was definitely what tipped her off.

Blanche’s eyes narrowed. “There’s no way you two are going anywhere!” As if on cue, both of her parents started to head for the front door. “Hey! Wait! Enough!!! Whatever is possessing my parents, get the fuck out! I’m not playing--” Blanche tried to hurry after them as fast as she could. She managed to snatch the front door, barely balancing with her crutches and holding on to the door. Rebecca had given her some stuff, hadn’t she? Maybe she could—

Her mom jerked the door out of her grip, and Blanche shrieked, tumbling backward onto her ass. Not even a minute later, she heard them drive off in her mom’s car.

“Son of a bitch!” Blanche swore, groaning slightly. That hurt. Her leg already hurt like a bitch, and falling did not help when her plastered leg bounced off the ground. She had only fallen once so far, and she had had her mom to help her up. She would have to get up, and she needed to call Rebecca. How had she not felt anything like that?? And why hadn’t Granny done anything about it. That’s what didn’t make any sense.

It took Blanche 5 minutes to get back up by herself, and when she finally was situated with her crutches, she groaned, miserably. “Granny!” she called. “You here??!!” Blanche swore. ‘Course she wasn’t. Blanche felt her eyes roll as she stared to hobble to find her cell phone. Back through the kitchen—her eyes were caught on the door that led to the garage. Shimmering lights glittered in the doorway—

Blanche’s heart sank. Goddamn it, what now? This has to be part of that door way crisis she had been experiencing the last few weeks. Blanche stormed as fast as she could (this was not very fast at all, unfortunately) to the doorway. Maybe it would be to that creepy fortune tell her again. “I swear to God this isn’t my faul—what the holy hell is that?!”

A rainbow abyss was where the doorway to the side out the house was supposed to be. Shimmery lights shone through the area and Blanche’s jaw was on the ground. The irrational part of her brain told her to be grateful that her dad parked like a dickhead again and that it was scooched right up against the garage door.

She also noticed the scratch marks on the paint job. Claw marks? She quirked an eyebrow. Not from the cat—Wilco was probably sunbathing in her guest room, this time of day. Her dad was going to flip if he got to come home.

There was a weird watery sound behind her, and Blanche’s eyes were ripped from the portal, turning to look at the floor. Her eyes found a slimy translucent substance dripping onto the hardwood floors. Blanche pressed her lips together in a firm line. This was going to be bad, wasn’t it? She took a single breathe, and she realized she was trembling on her crutches.

Damn it. Slowly, she lifted her head. Clinging to the ceiling like demented spider man was a scaly monster with beady yellow eyes that were looking straight at her. There was some flowery gas oozing from the pores on it’s neck. It became apparent that it was probably drooling all over her hardwood floors because it wanted to eat her. There was a monster reptile bullshit monster thing clinging to her ceiling looking at her like she was a pizza.

“Are you fucking kidding m-“

It launched itself at her, and for the second time that day, Blanche lurched backward, doing a backwards summersalt into the garage, the monsters claws painfully nicking her shoulder. Blanche cried out, not sure if her leg or her shoulder was causing her more pain. She heard the monster shriek loudly as it slid into her dad’s car and Blanche felt shivers go up her spine.

“Get the fuck away from me!” Blanche swore, scrambling to get to her feet. The lizard (it couldn’t have been a lizard, could it? Did lizards look like that???) hissed loudly, swirling to look back at her. Blanche was leaning heavily onto one of her crutches, using the other to point it at the lizard. Because fighting the lizard with a crutch was going to work. Or something.

“Alright, you scaly fuckhead—” Blanche cursed, eyes trained on it. It seemed to perceive her as a threat now, and Blanche was vaguely aware her shoulder was bleeding. She glanced to the portal thing, watching a bat like creature come shooting out of it, and slamming into the garage door. It didn’t move again. “Alright. Alright, we’ll play this your way—” Blanche started inching her way, carefully, to the right. The creature was hissing and screaming loudly at her, it’s tail banging against the car. “Don’t try to intimidate me you scaly, drooling, yellow eyed, Mercedes ruining, snaggle toothed son of a bitch!”

The look on its face told her it was offended, but she was pretty sure it couldn’t understand human language. Blanche took a few more hops to the right. She was almost in front of the portal now. The lizard was glowering at her, ready to pounce again. Fuck her leg hurt. Her shoulder was killing her too. And she was still sore from her encounter with the Girl in the Gap. None of those bruises were done healing either.

Could Ashkent Creek chill before deciding to try to kill her within a week of when she almost died the last time?

More bat things came soaring out of the portal over her head, slamming into the garage door with disgusting cracks that Blanche could probably live without hearing again. But now, here they were, in this stupid standoff, Blanche shoving her crutch in its face like it was a gun.

Blanche wasn’t sure what she was thinking. Maybe if she could just….

The damn thing pounced at her when she wasn’t ready. And Blanche let out a scream that mingled with the creature’s as she ducked, slamming to the ground as it flew over her, screeching at it was sucked right back into the portal.

“Owww—” Blanche moaned—and then, suddenly, her eyes went wide as she was moving. Why was she moving?! What the—she was being sucked towards the rainbow thing too?! Shit. “Help!” Blanche hollered, trying to find something, anything to grab onto. Not again- why did it have to be again?! “Help!!”

To Be Continued....

#Solo #touchofsolo #Solo blanche #Solo Blanche 6 #guys i had this open and i posted it with the title AssCrack Creek Done Did it Again #and i din't want to be the title but I couldn't think of anything else so i panicked and put something ese there #now it's just FML #lmao

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michals · 3 years ago

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Can i please kindly request something with klaus and diego? ✨

Klaus is being antisocial, which is strange for him, but then again no one seems to have noticed. This one time though he’ll let it go, everyone’s got a lot on their minds these days what with the whole world being rearranged. So he’s hunkered down on the fire escape outside of the run down boarding house Allison rumored the landlord to get, smoking and listening to his thoughts echo through his head that’s emptier than it was a day ago.

“We might not technically exist anymore but those things will still kill you,” says a voice from the open window. Diego’s head appears, giving him that disapproving look like he’s chiding a kid. Jokes on him though, Klaus is officially second oldest at this point.

“Well, considering the laundry list of things I’ve put in my body a cigarette might as well be a Tootsie Pop, mi hermano,” Klaus says, trying to sound teasing but he can hear the futility in his voice. He’s hoping Diego doesn’t.

Diego frowns harder at him, looks like he’s about to give another health class lecture but after a beat he just lets out a breath through his nose, the frown softening. He looks out across the city, studying it for a long moment. Klaus watches him out of the corner of his eye, hoping he doesn’t do exactly what he ends up doing. Diego hefts himself up over the window frame, testing the strength of the ancient fire escape before settling down with his back against the brick wall.

Klaus tries not to sigh. He’s not really the ‘sit in silence and reflect’ type, even all those years in the 60’s he’d rarely had a moment of peace with the cult around, but right now he just wants to be alone. Everyone else gets to brood, dammit.

“It’s all exactly the same,” Diego says, still looking out over the skyline. He shrugs like he didn’t just say something kind of stupid, “I mean like, the city – so far – it’s just like I remember.”

Diego would know, he’d stalked these streets for years; so did Klaus but he usually saw them through a drunken haze. “Guess our Sparrow friends also kept Valex Valex from blowing up the Sears Tower.” Klaus tries to remember that mission but doesn’t put much effort into it. If anything’s at the back of his mind it’s their old missions.

Diego’s mouth twists at the mention of the Sparrow Academy. Klaus hates that whole thing too, sort of. It’s more he hates that one specific person is in it. He blows out a smoke ring.

“It’s sunny though,” he says. Was sunny anyway, it’s 6 p.m. so the horizon’s getting dark.

“Yeah, wonder how that works,” Diego says, eyebrows furrowed. “It’s supposed to be raining.”

Klaus wonders where his umbrella is right now. “Oh, sure Five’s got the answer somewhere in that quizzical little brain of his. Any grand ideas from our young old man?”

Diego shakes his head, “Naw he’s down for the count. Finally ran outta steam.”

“Aww, poor little guy.”

Diego shoots him a look that says ‘don’t let him hear you call him that’. Then he pauses, says in a curious voice, “He was asking all of us our favorite colors.”

Klaus’s turn to pause. “…unexpected. Why? He knitting us all sweaters?”

“Somewhere between the second and third whiskey – before Allison took it away – he said something about-” he stops to think about it, like he’s not sure he heard right, “how the last time he saw us we were kids and he doesn’t really know us. This version of us.”

“Huh,” is all Klaus can say. Now that the thought’s in his head it actually makes sense. Five doesn’t really know them as adults. Even though 45 years is longer than 17 that’s still 17 years between the siblings Five knew and the ones he’s come back to. Makes sense too that this new wrinkle in their situation would make him realize that.

“What’re the results?” he asks, “What’d everyone say?”

“Allison likes pink-” Klaus hums cause that’s not surprising, “Vanya likes green. Luther likes yellow.”

“Yellow?”

“Yeah I wasn’t expecting that either. Five likes blue.”

“And? What about you?”

“Orange,” Diego says like he’s waiting for Klaus to make a comment.

But Klaus just thinks it’s funny, and fitting, that’d they’d all be different. He takes a drag on his cigarette.

“Well?” Diego asks, eyebrows raised, “Come on, what’s yours? Five passed out before he could get out here.”

“Oh ya know frère, I like all the colors of the rainbow, I can’t possibly discriminate against the others just to pick one,” there, that sounds more successfully flippant.

He purposefully keeps his eyes on the horizon cause he knows Diego’s staring him with some kind of look on his face.

“For real,” he says, his tone as gentle as it gets for him, “you’ve got one don’t you.”

Klaus breathes out more smoke. Dave’s eyes had been light blue, his dog tags are slate gray, Klaus’s favorite shirt had been yellow, that umbrella had had a pink stripe, but no, those are all wrong.

“Purple,” he says. He points over the railing towards the sunset at the melting decrescendo of the sky, at a dark royal purple strip, “that shade specifically.”

Diego stares at it with him for a while, they watch as it disappears as it gets darker out.

“We really don’t know shit about each other do we?” Diego says. He sounds annoyed by it, frustrated. “Any of us.”

Understatement of the year brother, Klaus thinks but it suddenly widens the hollow part in his heart that lingers there now. He had someone who knew him. He had someone who’d been there with him his whole life. Ben knew all his likes, his dislikes, all his secrets both dark and stupid. Klaus had taken it all for granted, more obvious now more than ever when Diego says that. The cherry on the big beautiful cake of a mess that this is is that Ben does exist, and he’d looked Klaus in the eye and had no fucking clue who he was.

Diego breaks the silence: “First year I started going out, doing the solo hero thing-” Klaus is tempted to interrupt with ‘illegal vigilante thing you mean’, “got this sucker.” He points to the scar running from his cheekbone past his hairline. “Mafia enforcer. Took him down, got him arrested, 14 stitches and 3 staples. Walked away like it was nothing. Got back to my place and fell down the stairs. Broke my leg.”

Klaus is very much full of grief and malaise but he laughs out loud.

“That night was when I met Patch actually,” Diego gives a wan smile, but none of this is lost on Klaus. Probably took a lot to admit to any of that but he looks like some kind of weight – a small one – just fell off his shoulder. Probably wanted to tell someone that stupid story for a long time, probably ever since the idea of Team Zero popped into his head.

“Allison’s gonna wanna hear that one.”

Diego blanches. He turns to Klaus. “Alright, your turn. What d'you you got?”

That is a very, very loaded request. Klaus isn’t ready to answer it. He could be glib, like always, he’s got plenty of stories like the chocolate pudding one. He can’t give anything big right now but he knows what he can say to Diego.

“You’re the only one I told about what happened with Hazel and Cha Cha.”

Diego’s brow knit together again in surprise. “Yeah?” Klaus nods. Diego goes quiet, looks at his knees like he’s taking this in. After a bit he nods.

“Thanks,” he says, all macho sincerity in his voice and eyes. Klaus gives into a smile. All different aren’t they, like their favorite colors.

Klaus’s cigarette is burning down and he takes a drag to take advantage of what’s left of it. He wishes he could just pass out like Five.

Diego seems to understand that’s enough for one night. He climbs to his feet, brushes rust particles from his pants. “Don’t stay out all night. You already lost out on the bed and couch by the way.”

Five in the bed and Klaus will bet Allison and Vanya are gonna sleep head to feet on the couch. Poor tall Luther never had a chance at either. “I’ve slept in plenty of tubs in my day. Including a nice clawfoot one in a senator’s mansion.” He points the nearly gone cigarette up at him, “There you go. There’s another one.”

Diego gives another approving smile but doesn’t ask for the story, not yet anyway. Allison will love that one too. He disappears through the window.

Klaus stays outside for another two cigarettes, after the sky’s gone dark. He thinks a whole lot and not much at all. He wishes he had something to take but he can’t bring himself to go out to find anything. Instead he picks himself up and meanders back to the room, says a half cheery goodnight and takes a throw pillow into the bathroom and settles down in the tub.

#tua fic #umbrella academy fanfic #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #my fic #'drabble' i said 'mini fic' i said #i'm ridiculous #also yeah this is another one set right after the end of s2 but whatever #and yeah they're in two dif places in both cause one needed a pool and one needed a fire escape that's what the muse wanted #and i made the city chicago cause i wanted to use the sear's tower so there #i'm still convinced i got some kind of major detail from the show wrong like i have in every single thing i've written for it lol

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doubleattitude · 4 years ago

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Radix Dance Convention, Las Vegas, NV: RESULTS

High Scores by Age:

Rookie Solo

1st: Mila Renae-’Soldier’

1st: Melina Blitz-’The Poet Creature’

2nd: Aliya Yen-’Loyal, Brave & True’

3rd: Sebastian Mancini-’Guerrerio’

4th: Dylan Reuss-’Lost Boy’

5th: Bella Mendez-’Pump’

6th: Emma Acosta-’Lip Gloss’

7th: Lexi Yeackle-’I Will Wait’

8th: Kaiya Carrillo-’Love Shack’

8th: Rylan Farrales-’Stand In The Light’

9th: Enslee Moore-’Ooh Child’

10th: Olivia Caylor-’Queen Bee’

Mini Solo

1st: Kinley Cunningham-’Glam’

2nd: Fiona Wu-’Red Dust’

3rd: Joy Line-’Broken Dreams’

3rd: Carrigan Paylor-’Orange Colored Sky’

3rd: Karyna Majeroni-’Pistolet’

3rd: Keelyn Jones-’Slowly Fading’

3rd: Fiona Sartain-’The Way You Move’

4th: Starr Castro-’Bang Bang’

4th: Peyton Szuberla-’Glacier’

4th: Addison Price-’We Will Not Give In’

5th: Madelyn Murphy-’Desierto’

5th: Roxie Onellion-’Drifting Down’

6th: Esprit Frank-’Grains’

6th: Claire Gestring-’On The Mast of Faith’

7th: Tiara Sherman-’Cielo’

7th: Jenna Le-’Matters to Me’

7th: Cerys Cogswell-’Pure Imagination’

8th: Jacob Barrow-’Shifting’

8th: Aurora Brady-’Hit The Road Jack’

8th: Cha Cha Shen-’Here I Come’

8th: Alyssa Mastroianni-’Crippled Bird’

8th: Leah Munson-’Copy Cat’

8th: Claire Hansen-’By The Roses’

8th: Peyton Nowacki-’Angels to Fly’

9th: Annabella Atkinson-’The Dutch Girl’

9th: Eden Hawkins-’Shadow’

9th: Olive O’Connell-’Live Like Legends’

9th: Ella King-’Like A River’

9th: Tatum Brady-’Fall Creek’

9th: Oliviana Mancini-’At Peace’

10th: Leighton Brandt-’Legs’

10th: Annie Carlson-’Young’

Junior Solo

1st: Kylie Kaminsky-’The Offering’

2nd: Brooke Toro-’As The Dust Settles’

2nd: Coltrane Vodicka-’Moon River’

2nd: Alita Kneeland-’Spine

2nd: Makaia Roux-’Unbound’

3rd: Alexis Mayer-’Vivid

4th: Emmy Claire Kaiden-’Eyesore’

4th: Naia Parker-’Lit’

5th: Bella Kidder-’Feeling Good’

5th: Hope Edwards-’Gravity’

5th: Lucy Cavender-’Material Girl’

5th: Isabelle Zorrilla-’Orion’

5th: Kira Chan-’Pump’

5th: Kendyl Fay-’To Build A Home’

5th: Aaliyah Dixon-’Toxic’

6th: Mackenzie Kleveno-’Lost It To Trying’

6th: Taytum Ruckle-’Perfect Lie’

6th: Anabel Alexander-’Plans We Made’

7th: Victoria Johnson-’Genius’

7th: Aedyn Bekker-’New York State of Mind’

7th: Brianna Gorksi-’Night Sky’

8th: Kendall Jundt-’Awakening’

8th:Lexi Godwin-’Debut’

8th: Casey Cheung-’I Remember’

8th: Ava Hill-’Shallow’

9th: Izzy Wadington-’Final Solution’

9th: Jovie Leigh Ugerio-’Ring Them Bells’

10th: Madison De Dios-’On My Mind’

10th: Clare Loftus-’Restless Night’

10th: Delaney Bojorquez-’Tessellate’

Teen Solo

1st: Ashur Taylor-’Relax’

2nd: Cydney Heard-’Black Mourning’

2nd: Gianna Mojonnier-’Inside Outside’

2nd: Olivia Magni-’Moonlight Sonata’

2nd: Coco Saul-’Transportin’

3rd: Jadyn Saigusa-’Wonderlust’

3rd: Emily Madden-’Vibeology’

3rd: Calli Perryman-’Still Running’

3rd: Michelle Cheng-’Sinking’

3rd: Georgia Ehrlich-’On My Mind’

3rd: Tyler Chiyuto-’Llarona’

3rd: Blanche Arnold-’How To Be Your Own Person’

3rd: Ava Lynn-’Everything’s Alright’

3rd: Addison Middleton-’Dark Dissonance’

4th: Charlotte Cogan-’You’

4th: Hailey Meyers-’Standing Still’

4th: Isiah Bowens-’Miss You’

4th: Avery Hall-’If I Think’

4th: Luke Barrett-’Eden’

4th: Emma Donnelly-’Departure’

4th: Ava Kendall-’Always On My Mind’

5th: Zuzu Duchon-’Twelfth of Never’

5th: Angelika Edejer-’Toxic Thoughts’

5th: Riley Platenberg-’Talking Points’

5th: Annabelle Mang-’One Small Step’

5th: Sabine Nehls-’No Regrets’

5th: Ella Montano-’Lonely’

5th: Natalie Bowen-’I Think I’m Alone Now’

5th: Cade Clark-’I Can’t Move’

5th: Berlynn Gonzalez-’Hero’

5th: Courtney Chiu-’Fever’

5th: Drew Rosen-’Exhalation’

5th: Rachel Polizzotto-’Entrapment’

5th: Raven Alanes-’Confusion’

5th: Mikaella Lopez-’Blues-y’

5th: Izzy Howard-’Amen’

6th: Sophia Oppegard-’You Can’t Leave’

6th: Elle O’Donnell-’Slowly’

6th: Lily Godwin-’Ode to Divorce’

6th: Aubrie Stoehr-’Now I Cry’

6th: Sofia Mah-’Life’

6th: Mia Ibach-’Koladi Ola’

6th: Piper Rovsek-’Innate Abstraction’

6th: Sakura Amano-’I Love You’

6th: Sophia Albornoz-’Even When It Hurts’

6th: Sammi Chung-’eight’

6th: Ella Sheppard-’Do You’

6th: Ally Cheung-’Cut The World’

6th: Kate Seleno-’Curtain Call’

6th: Kayla Harrison-’Crumbling’

7th: Kennedy Blazek-’Zilla’

7th: Libby Haye-’Work Song’

7th: Katelyn Neasham-’Touch’

7th: Sebastian Hsu-Kwan-’Scat’

7th: Lauren Pond-’Satellite Heart’

7th: Aleyna Laba-’Playdoh’

7th: Linda Diaz-’Paper Moon’

7th: Maya Krajicek-’Idea for Strings’

7th: Kennie Shen-’Feeling Good’

7th: Jenna Tarry-’Down The Line’

7th: Ava Thorp-’Blue Notebook’

7th: Emma Hellenkamp-’Blackbird’

7th: Felix Fulton-’A Dream I Can’t Forget’

8th: Dempsey Foxson-’Vain’

8th: Carys Ashby-’The Empress’

8th: Angelica Keamy-’Research’

8th: Melina Gurich-’Net Works’

8th: Raina Wu-’Looking In’

8th: Alexis Olson-’Just Say That’

8th: Gabi D’Ambra-’In For the Kill’

8th: Piper Camm-’Drones’

8th: Scotlynn Potter-’Cinematic Plea for an End’

8th: Ava Saremaslani-’Canvas’

9th: Maile Cochran-’Tesselate’

9th: Jera Linkins-’Put Your Records On’

9th: Kayla Seitel-’Monster’

9th: Alexis Ahn-’Brighter Days’

9th: Brayden Owens-’Tux’

10th: Addyson Smith-’Ecdysis’

10th: Presslie Novits-’Let Me Entertain You’

10th: Siena Riga-’Naked’

10th: Mandy Boaz-’Pink’

10th: Brooklyn Piano-’Solitary’

10th: Destiny Harris-’Up’

Senior Solo

1st: Alex Shulman-’In System’

1st: Ella Horan-’Silk’

2nd: Jade Bucci-’Sacrifice’

3rd: Alexis Weldner-’Release’

3rd: Jemoni Powe-’Second Thought’

4th: Brianna Sanchez-’Stolen’

4th: Charlotte Foldes-’You Forget Everything’

5th: Izzy Burton-’Gimme’

6th: Mallory McKenna-’I’m Lonely’

6th: Julian Menendez-’Note to Self’

6th: Kennedy Barry-’The Distance Between’

7th: Makaila Teagle-’Breathe Into Me’

7th: Vanessa Valenzuela-’Poem About Death’

7th: Bailey Holt-’Rose Water’

8th: Emmy Cheung-’Nostos’

8th: Alex Andrada-’Still In Love’

9th: Nina Sawaya-’All I Wanted’

9th: Lauren Polizzotto-’Distant Echos’

9th: Reese Willis-’Godspeed’

9th: Hannah Averbuck-’Got2BReal’

9th: Savannah Laughton-’Nostalgia’

10th: Izabel Hurtado-’Film Credits’

10th: Aleialanee Ponce De Leon-’Mirrored Heart’

10th: Megan Chie-’You’

Rookie Duo/Trio

1st: Studio Fusion-’Kansas City’

1st: Danceology-’Time of My Life’

2nd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Tomorrow’

3rd: Notion Dance Concepts-’MILK $’

Mini Duo/Trio

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Respect’

2nd: Murrieta Dance Project-’Midnight Train’

3rd: Studio X-’Vogue’

3rd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’We Are’

Junior Duo/Trio

1st: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’And So It Is’

2nd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Inception’

3rd: Danceology-’Celloopa’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Everything Is In Line’

Teen Duo/Trio

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Make Me High’

2nd: Danceology-’Busy Signal’

3rd: Danceology-’Smile In The Rain’

Senior Duo/Trio

1st: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Refuse’

2nd: Studio Kin-’The Night We Met’

3rd: Studio Kin-’Never Love Again’

Rookie Group

1st: Danceology-’Ladies Room’

2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Fabulous’

3rd: Danceology-’Kingdom’

Mini Group

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Hot Stuff’

2nd: Danceology-’Happy’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Searching For...’

Junior Group

1st: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Wind It Up’

2nd: Danceology-’Give Yourself In’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Over The Edge’

3rd: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Sing Sing Sing’

Teen Group

1st: Danceology-’Dream of Dreaming’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Heavenly Bodies’

3rd: West Coast School of the Arts-’All Coming Back’

Senior Group

1st: Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’

2nd: Mather Dance Company-’For All We Know’

3rd: Studio Fusion-’Coconut’

3rd: Academy of Nevada Ballet Theatre-’Those That Follow’

Open Group

1st: Community Dance Training-’The Place You Left’

Rookie Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Inanna’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Suite Tea’

3rd: Studio Kin-’SK Crew’

Mini Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’6 Out of Six’

2nd: Motion State Studios-’Sisters’

3rd: Danceology-’Time Passing’

Junior Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’All Good People’

2nd: Danceology-’Just Got Paid’

3rd: Danceology-’Backbone’

Teen Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Cadance’

1st: Danceology-’My Hands Are Always Cold’

2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’

3rd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Dark Winter’

3rd: Studio Kin-’Hustle’

Senior Line

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Prisoner’

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Voice of God’

2nd: Danceology-’It’s Weezy’

3rd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’I’m The Hero’

Mini Extended Line

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Settle Down’

2nd: Danceology-’Ballroom Blitz’

3rd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Jump Jump!’

3rd: Danceology-’Mary Poppins’

Junior Extended Line

1st: Evoke Dance Movement-’Hold Your Own’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Better Than Ever’

3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Purse First’

Teen Extended Line

1st: Danceology-’Not Today Satan’

2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Adios’

3rd: Danceology-’Cha Cha Heels’

Senior Extended Line

1st: Danceology-’Above Below’

2nd: Danceology-’Burn Up The Dance’

3rd: Danceology-’Night Thirst’

Mini Production

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Mambo Baby’

Junior Production

1st: Danceology-’Rich Girl’

2nd: Danceology-’Blind Faith’

3rd: Danceology-’Level Up’

High Scores by Performance Division:

Rookie Jazz

1st: Danceology-’Ladies Room’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Fabulous’ 3rd: Studio Kin-’Look Out Weekend’

Rookie Ballet

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Suite Tea’

Rookie Hip-Hop

1st: Studio Kin-’SK Crew’

Rookie Contemporary

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Inanna’ 2nd: Danceology-’Kingdom’

Rookie Lyrical

1st: Notion Dance Concepts-’Firework’

Mini Jazz

1st: Motion State Studios-’Sisters’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Hot Stuff’ 3rd: Danceology-’Ballroom Blitz’

Mini Ballet

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’The Invitation’ 2nd: Danceology-’Scarf Dance’ 3rd: Danceology-’Polinaise’

Mini Hip-Hop

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Jump Jump!’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Get Up’ 3rd: Studio Kin-’Pure Water’

Mini Tap

1st: Danceology-’Happy’ 2nd: Danceology-’Luck be A Lady’ 3rd: Danceology-’Word Up’

Mini Contemporary

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’6 Out of Six’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Searching For...’ 3rd: Danceology-’Time Passing’ 3rd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Fading Images’

Mini Lyrical

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Roar’ 2nd: Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Beautiful Thing’ 3rd: Studio Kin-’Lighthouse’

Mini Musical Theatre

1st: Danceology-’Mary Poppins’ 2nd: Studio Kin-’Mean & Green’

Mini Ballroom

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Mambo Baby’ 2nd: Danceology-’Favorite Things’

Mini Specialty

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Settle Down’ 2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Salient’ 3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’I Think I Love You’

Junior Jazz

1st: Danceology-’Rich Girl’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Purse First’ 3rd: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Wind It Up’

Junior Ballet

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Over The Edge’ 2nd: Danceology-’Paquita’ 3rd: Danceology-’Passarinjo’

Junior Hip-Hop

1st: Danceology-’Level Up’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Lose Control’

Junior Tap

1st: Danceology-’Just Got Paid’

Junior Contemporary

1st: Danceology-’Blind Faith’ 2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’All Good People’ 3rd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Hold Your Own’

Junior Lyrical

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Anything Worth Holding’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Salvation’ 3rd: Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’You Will Be Found’

Junior Musical Theatre

1st: Danceology-’Black Friday Fiasco’ 2nd: Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Nicest Kids In Town’

Junior Specialty

1st: Evoke Dance Movement-’Better Than Ever’ 2nd: Danceology-’Backbone’ 2nd: Danceology-’Give Yourself In’ 3rd: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Sing Sing Sing’

Teen Jazz

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Shadow Work’ 1st: Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Boom Pow’ 2nd: Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Feeling Super Down’ 3rd: Murrieta Dance Project-’Sweet Melody’

Teen Ballet

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Dark Winter’

Teen Hip-Hop

1st: Studio Kin-’Hustle’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Diva’ 3rd: Studio Kin-’All That Matters’

Teen Tap

1st: Danceology-’Mr. Blue Sky’

Teen Contemporary

1st: Danceology-’My Hands Are Always Cold’ 2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’ 3rd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Heavenly Bodies’

Teen Lyrical

1st: West Coast School of the Arts-’All Coming Back’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’Overdose’ 3rd: Mather Dance Company-’Out of Hiding’

Teen Musical Theatre

1st: Danceology-’Not Today Satan’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Singular Sensation’ 3rd: Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Footloose’

Teen Ballroom

1st: Danceology-’Cha Cha Heels’ 2nd: The Rock Center for Dance-’Movimento’

Teen Specialty

1st: The Rock Center for Dance-’Cadance’ 2nd: Danceology-’Dream of Dreaming’ 3rd: Danceology-’Passage’

Senior Jazz

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Prisoner’ 2nd: Danceology-’Night Thirst’ 3rd: West Coast School of the Arts-’How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore?’

Senior Hip-Hop

1st: Danceology-’It’s Weezy’

Senior Contemporary

1st: Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’ 2nd: Academy of Nevada Ballet Theatre-’Those That Follow’ 3rd: Danceology-’Above Below’ 3rd: Studio Fusion-’Weight of Silence’

Senior Lyrical

1st: Mather Dance Company-’Voice of God’ 2nd: Mather Dance Company-’For All We Know’

Senior Specialty

1st: Studio Fusion-’Coconut’ 2nd: Evoke Dance Movement-’Terrified’

Senior Ballroom

1st: Danceology-’Burn Up The Dance’

Best of Radix:

Rookie

The Rock Center for Dance-’Inanna’

Danceology-’Ladies Room’

Mather Dance Company-’Fabulous’

Studio Kin-’SK Crew’

Notion Dance Concepts-’Firework’

Mini

The Rock Center for Dance-’6 Out of Six’

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Fading Images’

Evoke Dance Movement-’Searching For...’

Danceology-’Happy’

Mather Dance Company-’Hot Stuff’

Motion State Studios-’Sisters’

Junior

Evoke Dance Movement-’Hold Your Own’

The Rock Center for Dance-’All Good People’

Danceology-’Rich Girl’

Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’Wind It Up’

Mather Dance Company-’Anything Worth Holding’

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’Hey Hi Hello’

Motion State Studios-’Always, Forever’

Murrieta Dance Project-’Luminous’

Teen

Academy of Nevada Ballet Theater-’The Great Realization’

Danceology-’Not Today Satan’

The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’

West Coast School of the Arts-’All Coming Back’

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’The Need for One Another’

Studio Kin-’Hustle’

Murrieta Dance Project-’Memories’

Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Change’

Mather Dance Company-’Overdose’

Orange County Performing Arts Academy-’No Ordinary Love’

Evoke Dance Movement-’Adios’

Senior

Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’

Evoke Dance Movement-’Terrified’

Murrieta Dance Project-’Echos’

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’I’m The Hero’

Danceology-’Above Below’

Academy of Nevada Ballet Theatre-’Those That Follow’

Studio Fusion-’Coconut’

West Coast School of the Arts-’How Come U Don’t Call Me Anymore?’

Studio Standout:

Studio Kin-’Hustle’

Mather Dance Company-’We The Soldiers’

Evoke Dance Movement-’Adios’

Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center-’Change’

Danceology-’Not Today Satan’

Bobbie’s School of Performing Arts-’I’m The Hero’

The Rock Center for Dance-’Hey!’

#2021 #dance #radix #las vegas #nevada

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ofregiums · 4 years ago

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all the world’s a stage, and HAL WAGNER is merely one of its players. the thirty-four year old hitman is called the broken ace by most that know him. loyal to no one, he’s certainly a force to be reckoned with, considering that he’s resourceful and magnetic. however, if you want to bring him down, i’ll have you know he’s detached and wayward. – played by robert pattinson

— THE BASICS

full name: henry zachariah wagner ii date of birth: may 28th, 1986 place of birth: verona age: thirty-four star sign: gemini reimagined: prince hal from the henriad tetralogy profession: hitman alma mater: not applicable ( dropped out ) faction loyalty: neutral alignment: chaotic neutral mbti: estp spoken languages: english ( native speaker ), french ( advanced ), spanish ( advanced ), mandarin ( intermediate ) talents: interrogations, hand to hand combat, weaponry, negotiations mother’s name: mary wagner, estranged father’s name: henry wagner the first, estranged siblings, if any: thomas wagner ( deceased ), john wagner, blanche wagner, phillipa wagner spouse: catherine lewis ( est. january 2008 - may 2009 ) height: 6′ hair colour: dirty blonde eye colour: blue

— BACKSTORY

born as the first child to a shipping mogul and well-beloved actress, hal was placed into a life of luxury and notoriety from the moment he took his first breath. yet, his status as the future heir to a business dynasty was marked with high expectations and strict demands to ensure he would be the perfect successor to wagner industries one day. these standards were enforced by his father. often times harsh and selective with his love, the man typically made a young hal vie for his attention. thankfully, he had his mother to combat any cruelty inflicted by his mother. she was his whole world.

hal was the oldest of five and grew up incredibly close to his siblings. no matter how much their father seemed to make them compete, they instead bonded together. hal had a particularly soft spot for his youngest sister pippa and the sibling closest in age to him, tommy.

at the age of eleven, hal’s mother had reached her breaking point when it came to his father. she promptly filed for divorce and requested sole custody of the children. henry the first refused to take the embarrassment lying down. he reminded mary relentlessly throughout the process that he had more power and money than she could ever imagine. sure, she could divorce him. but she would never get a hand on his legacy. after a nasty array of court battles, hal’s parents divorced but it only left his mother with very limited visitation rights in retaliation for her decision. soon enough, she disappeared as a presence in his life overall.

as he blossomed into a teenager, parties became his form of escape. he had his first snort of cocaine far too young ( and his first drink even younger ) and discovered that these substances gave him a release from his reality for a while. while his father only cared for image sake, hal’s siblings begged him to give up his new habits, absolutely worried by what he was doing to himself.

he was eighteen, on the cusp of graduating from high school, when everything changed forever. hal and tommy went for a drive. but after a couple of beers, it became clear that hal wasn’t the best candidate. concerned, tommy asked for them to pull over -- but hal insisted everything was totally fine. and in a cruel strike of fate, the evening became completely the opposite when he drifted into the opposing lane and made a split decision to swerve into a pole to avoid the head-on collision. panicked and delirious, hal quickly discovered that he got the longer end of the stick when he noticed tommy’s body folded in half in the passenger seat. a boy shy of his seventeenth birthday, his best friend. gone from this world.

after tommy’s funeral, things changed with hal’s dynamic with his siblings. they blamed him for their brother’s death. that much was clear. even when little pippa ( god, she was only eight. . . she didn’t deserve such grief ) insisted that they just needed time to heal, he knew deep down in his heart that things would never be the same.

hal attended the university of verona. or as some liked to phrase it, hal’s father bought his way into university of verona. he’d never been a great student. intelligent, yes. but far too distracted and bored to actually do something with the smarts. he got through his university years with a party every night and paying some nerd to handle his assignments and essays. getting a business degree was only a formality anyways. he was still primed to take over the family business when his father saw fit.

during his senior year, hal met catherine. for once, someone looked at him and didn’t see all of his mistakes and failures. she laughed at his sardonic jokes. she smiled when he didn’t feel like doing so himself. was there any wonder that he fell head over heels in love with her ? but hal was a terrible partner. far too immature and hedonistic to actually be worth it. in a last ditch effort for catherine not to leave him, he proposed. she agreed, not wanting the relationship to end as much as he did, and the two eloped over night.

henry the first was absolutely livid. coming from a lower class background, catherine was definitely not his fist choice for hal’s wife. plus his recklessness was now on full spread in all the gossip columns ( eloped at 21 ? dear god. ). henry made his son choose: the family or catherine. hal didn’t hesitate to choose his wife. after all, his siblings despised him. he never wanted to take over the company. and now, he could be free from his father’s tyrannical reign. choosing catherine was the only option. after doing so, he promptly dropped out as a final fuck you to his father.

but as much as he loved catherine, he came to realize that he may have loved his freedom more. being tied down and expected to be better was a panic-inducing experience for hal. he wasn’t ready to grow up. that weighed on catherine and after only a year or so of marriage, she requested for the marriage to be annulled. erased as if it never existed.

as if that wasn’t more than enough to drive someone insane, hal received news from his mother that her health was declining.

hal was left with nothing by the age of 24. no wife. no family. no career or even a fucking degree. he floundered around aimlessly, spending nights in bars and eventually in the beds of strangers. one day, he happened to stumble upon a group one night. seemingly, hal just assumed that they were a pack of lads around his age that were enjoying their youth. but as he continued to hang with them more and more, he soon learned that their motives were far darker. they worked as a secret organization that offered an array of services to the shady underbelly of verona. theft, collections, even murder... you name it, they did it. it may have been enough information to horrify anyone else but for a listless hal, it was the excitement needed amongst the trepidation of trying to survive this world alone.

he started off with the most basic assignments. but it became quickly evident that hal had a oddly exceptional talent at compartmentalizing. after so much loss and pain and disappointment, he knew how to detach from everyone and everything without a blink of an eye. that made him a prime candidate to take on a more darker role in the organization -- killing. he relentlessly trained under older mercenaries and eventually was sent around town with assignments. it was never his place ( nor his desire ) to ask for the reasoning behind why he was taking the targets out. in a sick sense, he replaced self-indulgent vices with something far worse. a way to feel alive.

around the age of thirty, hal decided that he wanted out of the organization to work solo. requesting a leave came with a price -- a near death beating as a warning of what would be done to him if he ever exposed the secrets of the organization. it took him months to properly heal but once he did, he began to reach out to the clients that he had previously worked for. offered them a slightly better price than what they were paying and sworn discretion as per usual. after all, he didn’t need his former co-workers on his ass for stealing their business.

now hal walks these streets, alone and strangely work-oriented. though he occasionally has a haunted look in his eyes, he’s not particularly marred with the heavy darkness that some souls that roam verona carry. he simply does what he needs to do to survive and collect a paycheck at the end of the day. he promises zero loyalty to anyone, knowing that doing so means sacrificing a part of himself that died a long time ago. and while he is no longer the wild child that he was in his youth, if you need him. . . you can usually find him at the local bar.

#( * don't you ever tame your demons ; but always keep them on a leash | hal wagner. )#britt RIGHTS mfs!!!!!!!!!#( * introductions. )

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laylacooke · 4 years ago

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Not as good as Twilight, but full of werewolves, destruction, and feels.

Sunday (6/14):

The Dark Side (Solo) - Sunday Night

Monday (6/15):

Howlin For You (Frankie) - Monday Afternoon

Bad Reputation (Fran) - Monday Night

Carry On (Evelyn) - Monday Night

Tuesday (6/16):

R.I.P Blanche’s Car (Blanche) - Tuesday Morning

Secrets Don’t Make Friends (Ariana) - Tuesday Night

Disintegration (Solo) - Tuesday Night

Broken Bottles (Nic) - Tuesday Night

Wednesday (6/17):

Teenagers Scare The Living Shit Out of Me (Carrington) - Wednesday Afternoon

Thursday (6/18):

Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked (Sam) - Thursday Morning

Big Green Tractor (Jared) - Thursday Morning

Their Fae(te) Is In Your Paws (Lydia) - Thursday Night

Friday (6/19):

Feel Something (Frankie) - Friday Afternoon

Sympathy For the Devil (Ariana & Ulf) - Friday Night

Saturday (6/20):

A Compelling Argument (Orobas) - Saturday Morning

Cheer(leader)s To Your Birthdays (Everybody) - Saturday Night

Listen Before I Go (Solo) - Saturday Night

Sunday (6/21):

Lesson Learned (Ari) - Sunday Evening

Aftermath (Ulf) - Sunday Evening

#saga: the dark side #masterpost: the dark side

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lastvegashq · 4 years ago

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cuenta la antigua llamada ciudad del pecado que ha visto a AGNES FITZGERALD deambulando por sus calles, ¿será este nuevo año su oportunidad para redimirse o caerá en viejos hábitos? los FITZGERALD esperan que no. para su mala suerte: lo que pasa en las vegas, se queda en las vegas.

¡MAR! ya casi estás dentro. te agradecemos el interés y esperamos que disfrutes tu estadía en 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐐. de acá en adelante cuentas con veinticuatro horas para hacernos llegar la cuenta de tu personaje. en caso de necesitar más tiempo, ¡no olvides comunicarte con nosotras!

OUT OF CHARACTER.

01. nombre: Mar

02. edad. 20+

03. zona horaria. gmt - 3

04. nivel de conexión. (sobre diez.) depende pero va entre 6 y 8

05. triggers. soy fóbica a las agujas pero dudo que alguien ande publicando imágenes o gifs de inyecciones. Después no me molesta que se hable de eso salvo que me pongan en una reply una descripción mega grafica..

06. en caso de unfollow, ¿nos permitirías el uso del personaje como no jugable? I guess so aunque si me gustaría que me consulten para saber en que meten a mis hijes (igual siempre soy de las ultimas en apagar la luz en los grupales pa que mentir)

07. ¿algo que añadir? leí dos veces las reglas y quede viendo rayitas por acercarme demasiado a la pantalla pero no encontré ninguna password so cualquier cosa me arrojan un objeto contundente y reviso. (insisto en esto… que no se note que hice copy paste de la otra audi)

IN CHARACTER.

01. nombre completo. Agnes Blanche Fitzgerald

02. faceclaim. Sydney Sweeney

03. cupo. 13

04. fecha de nacimiento. 24 de octubre de 1998 (22 años)

05. ocupación. Estudiante de derecho

06. personalidad. (rasgos positivos y negativos o un párrafo.)

+ intuitiva, aventurera, apasionada (en todo lo que emprende da el 100%)

- celosa, sarcastica, combativa, posesiva

07. datos curiosos. (información del personaje que no sea conocida por el público en general, su historia a modo de bullet points y/o cualquier tipo de data que le usuarie crea relevante.)

ღ Para empezar esto no lo sabe NADIE (bueno a menos que acordemos otra cosa) pero lleva una doble vida, la perfecta hija del señor Fitzgerald lleva años usando mascaras y un pseudonimo en el oscuro mundo del bondage. Jamás tuvo sexo con ningún cliente tho. Actualmente con toda la situación reinante en Nevada se encuentra en ‘hiatus’ de dicha actividad

❥ Estudia derecho y sueña desde chica con cambiar el mundo. Desde el centro de estudiantes lucha por los derechos de las mujeres y todos aquellos desvalidos como los niños y colabora en varias organizaciones sin fines de lucro que actúan contra la violencia familiar y de genero.

ღ Siempre deseo tener hermanes so de algún extraño modo considera a sus dos mejores amigos como si lo fueran.

❥ Es una persona muy celosa y posesiva, algo que detesta de si misma. Su relación más toxica es con su padre quien pasa demasiadas horas encerrado en su estudio escribiendo o en giras por su libro. Honestamente Agnes ama los lujos que obtuvieron gracias al best seller pero a veces desea que tal vez no fuesen de clase alta pero que su padre tuviese más tiempo para ella. Daddy´s girl with daddy issues…

ღ tw: ABORTO. Su primer amor le rompió el corazón (y probablemente sea el gran causante de su doble vida, junto a su padre y la falta de atención que este le dio toda su vida). Fue su primera, segunda, tercera y ya han perdido la cuenta de cuantas veces amaneció entre sus sabanas, pero siendo chica e ilusa, la rubia pensó que serian algo más, que podría reformar al fuckboy y eso solo fue una ilusión. Fue en uno de esos tantos encuentros que la hija única de don Fitzgerald resulto embarazada y enseguida supo que no lo podía tener. Ese bebé iba a arruinar su vida, la forma en que su padre la veía, su mundo entero, y también sabia que Monty no estaba listo para ser padre. La decisión no fue fácil, pero tenía 15 años y a esa edad algo así derrumba la vida de una persona. Con miedos pero determinada encontró la “solución a su problema” en una clínica ilegal.

ღ Montgomery nunca supo del aborto y a la fecha son muy buenos amigos, probablemente el sea su mejor amigo aunque aquella relación este asentada sobre una base de engaños, malos entendidos y mentiras.

❥ Tiene una gran colección de bolsos y zapatos y cada año renueva su closet y dona la ropa de la temporada anterior.

ღ tw: ANSIEDAD Sufre de ansiedad y cada tanto le dan episodios en los que le falta el aire.

❥ Aunque a primera visto no lo parezca pues da una impresión de seria e inalcanzable, es una persona muy amable, muy fiel con sus amigos y letal con sus enemigos o quien daña a quienes ella ama.

ღ Tiene dos moods, o esta super animada y es el alma de la fiesta o pone su peor cara y quienes la conocen saben que se deben alejar y dejarla sola. Además es muy afectuosa y ama dar abrazos pero odia cuando la gente es muy encimosa con ella pues escorpio.

08. extra. (opcional para uso de alguna curiosidad particular, su tablero en pinterest, etc.)

Necesito ponerme a hacer boards y playlists pero por ahora nada. Besos y gracias por leer.

#formulario.#f: fem.#fam: fitzgerald.#cupo: 13.#rostro: sydney sweeney.#usuarie: mar.

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luvneedsnosyt · 4 years ago

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My Favorite Albums of May 2020

Here’s my monthly list of albums released in May I was feeling, and some other discoveries made during the month.

Previous Month’s Lists: January, February, March, April

You can find my list of my favorite albums of 2019 here And my list of my favorite EPs of 2019 here

Best:

ALMA - Have You Seen Her? Genre: R&B / Synth-Pop

Proof: Worst Behavior (w/ Tove Lo) / Bad News Baby // Bonus: Bad News Baby (Digital Farm Animals Remix)

Blanche - EMPIRE Genre: Indie Pop

Proof: Empire / Till We Collide

Buscabulla - Regresa Genre: Latin / Pop / Dance

Proof: El Aproeto / NTE

Car Seat Headrest - Making a Door Less Open Genre: Alternative / Indie Rock

Proof: Can’t Cool Me Down / Deadlines (Thoughtful)

Carly Rae Jepsen - Dedicated Side B Genre: Pop

Proof: Stay Away / Comeback (Feat. Blachers)

Charli XCX - how i’m feeling now Genre: Synth Pop / Dance

Proof: i finally understand / anthems

Deante’ Hitchcock - BETTER Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: I Remember / I Got Money Now (Feat. J.I.D.)

Dijon - How Do You Feel About Getting Married EP Genre: alt-R&B

Proof: rock n roll / hunni

Fred again.. - Actual Life EP Genre: Electronic

Proof: Adam (Act Like) / Me (Sorry)

Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Alfredo Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: Look At Me / Something to Rap About (Feat. Tyler, The Creator)

GRiZ - bangers[5].zip EP Genre: Electronic / Dub Step / Dance

Proof: My Friends and I, Pt. 3 (Feat. Probcause & Chrishira Perrier) / Spaceship Ride // Bonus: Solo (Feat. Probcause) / Medusa (Feat. Wreckno)

Hayley Williams - Petals for Armor Genre: Pop / Indie Rock

Proof: Sudden Desire / Pure Love // Bonus: Simmer (Caroline Polachek Remix) / Dead Horses (Glass Animals Remix)

Illenium - ASCEND (Remixes) Genre: Electronic / Dance

Proof: Good Things Fall Apart (3LAU Remix) w/ Jon Bellion / In Your Arms (Alan Walker Remix) w/ X Ambassadors

Jason Ross - 1000 Faces (Remixes) Genre: Electronic / Dance

Proof: Known You Before (Trivecta Remix) Feat. Emilie Brandt / Shelter (No Mana Remix) Feat. Melanie Fontana

Jonah Mutono - GERG Genre: alt-R&B / Soul

Proof: The Low / Circulation

Kehlani - It Was Good Until It Wasn’t Genre: R&B / Soul

Proof: Grieving (Feat. James Blake) / Open (Passionate)

Kygo - Golden Hour Genre: Electronic / Synth-Pop / Dance

Proof: Broken Glass (Feat. Kim Petras) / Higher Love (Feat. Whitney Houston) // Bonus: Forever Yours (Avicii Tribute) w/ Sandro Cavazza

Lady Gaga - Chromatica Genre: Pop / Dance

Proof: Stupid Love / Replay

Little Simz - Drop 6 EP Genre: Hip Hop

Proof: one life, might live / where’s my lighter (w/ Alewya)

Mahalia - Isolation Tapes EP Genre: R&B / Soul

Proof: Plastic Plants / Too Nice

MAITA - Best Wishes Genre: Indie Rock / Alternative

Proof: A Beast / Perfect Heart

Matoma - RYTME EP Genre: Electronic / House / Dance

Proof: Don’t Stop The Rhythm (Feat. Bryn Christopher) / Beside You (w/ Captain Cuts Feat. Georgia Ku) // Bonus: The Bender (The Him Remix) (w/ Brando) / Time To Go

Perfume Genius - Set My Heart on Fire Immediately Genre: Indie Pop / Alternative

Proof: Without You / On the Floor

RAC - BOY Genre: Synth-Pop

Proof: Passion (w/ Louis The Child) / Better Days (Feat. St. Lucia)

Ric Wilson & Terrace Martin - They Call Me Disco EP Genre: Hip Hop / neo-Jazz / Soul

Proof: Breakin Rules (Feat. Crobin Dallas) / Chicago Bae (Feat. BJ the Chicago Kid)

Ro James - MANTIC Genre: R&B / Neo Soul

Proof: Last Time / Be Mine

Tchami - Born Again / Buenos Aires EP Genre: Electronic / House / Dance

Proof: Buenos Aires / Proud (Feat. Daecolm) // Bonus: Proud (Steffan City Remix) Feat. Daecolm / Ghosts (Vowed Remix) Feat. Hana

Tiësto - The London Sessions Genre: Electronic / House / Dance

Proof: Ritual (Feat. Jonas Blue & Rita Ora) / Over You (Feat. Becky Hill)

Various Artists - Ophelia Presents: Advent Volume 1 Genre: Electronic / Dance

Proof: Thrillogy - Enough (Feat. Gallie Fisher) / Amidy - Fix You

Varsity - Fine Forever Genre: Indie Rock / Alternative

Proof: Runaway / Shaking Hands

The 1975 - Notes On A Conditional Form Genre: Indie Rock / Alternative / Pop

Proof: Me & You Together Song / If You’re Too Shy (Let Me Know)

Bonus:

A Deluxe Edition of one of 2019′s smoothest albums

Lucky Daye - Painted (Deluxe Edition) Original Release: May 2019 Genre: R&B / Soul

Proof: Fade Away / Shoulda (Feat. Babyface)

Others:

Alec Benjamin - These Two Windows, April - New Conditions EP, ARTHUR - Hair of the Dog, Bad Bunny - LAS QUE NO IBAN A SALIR, Baril - One More Rush EP, Baths - Pop Music / False B-Sides II, Bishop Nehru - Nehruvian Tuesdays: Vol, 1, Diplo - Diplo Presents Thomas Wesley Chapter 1: Snake Oil, Drake - Dark Lane Demo Tapes, Future - High On Life, Hailee Steinfeld - Half Written Story EP, Jacob Latimore - C3, Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit - Reunions, JoJo - good to know, Long Beach Dub Allstars - Long Beach Dub Allstars, Moses Sumner - græ, Mourning [A] BLKstar - The Cycle, Noah Cyrus - THE END OF EVERYTHING EP, Pure X - Pure X, Rileyy Lanez - Beautiful Mistakes EP, Roy Woods - Dem Times EP, Shakey Graves - Look Alive EP, Sweet Whirl - How Much Works, TeaMarr - Before I Spill Myself, Thao & The Get Down Stay Down - Temple, Tourist - Wild (Remixes) EP, Vistas - Everything Changes in the End

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aautiemiller-rockcenter · 5 years ago

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NUVO Long Beach: Junior Solo Results 2020

1. Laci Stoico (Project 21), Savannah Kristich (The Rock Center for Dance) DJP

2. Sophia Sands (Danceology) DJP

3. Izzy Howard (The Rock Center for Dance), Raina Wu (Yoko’s Dance), Addison Middleton (The Rock Center for Dance), Makaia Roux (Danceology), Blanche Arnold (Danceology) DJP

4. Madison Ortega (Project 21), Katie Couch (Westside Dance Project), Kira Chan (Elements Dance Space), Kayla Harrison (Danceology) DJP

5. Lexi Godwin (Evoke Dance Movement), Audrey Stone (Avi’s Dance Project) DJP

6. Kami Couch (Westside Dance Project), Brooke Toro (Danceology), Simone De La Cerda (The Dance Studio of Fresno) DJP

7. Leah Sachs (Motion State Studios), Ava Woinarowicz (Project 21), Caitlyn Reshaw (JDI Dance Company), Casey Cheung (WCSA), Reese Newmarker (Creative Edge Dance Studio)

8. Addyson Smith (Elite Dance and Performing Arts Center), Karisma Coloyan (Evolution Dance Center), Makenna Nicksick (The Rock Center for Dance)

9. Annabel Kohn (Dmitri Kulev), Maya Louriero (WCSA), Evee Lee (Impact Dance Center), Coltrane Vodicka (Evoke Dance Movement), Lily Motahari (Yoko’s Dance), Audrey Donnelly (Danceology), Rose DiMaggio (Motion State Studios), Alita Kneeland (Bobbie’s School)

10. Ella Smallwood (The Urge Dance Complex), Elle Sanders (South Coast Conservatory), Rylee Hitter (Avi’s Dance Project)

#YAY LACI AND SAV!#Nuvo long beach

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benvolioworld · 4 years ago

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Entre les lignes

NEW YORK, West Geenwich Village, «The Columbus», 6ème étage

23 décembre 2020, 21:22

Un homme a sorti, d’un tiroir de son bureau, une boîte en marqueterie canadienne dont le couvercle représente une feuille d’érable. À l’intérieur se trouvent trois seringues stériles, une petite cuiller, un briquet, un morceau d’étoupe et deux sachets de poudre blanche, de l’héroïne. Il regarde ces objets avec mélancolie. Il caresse l’idée du suicide. Sur son iPhone relié à un somptueux jeu d’enceintes, il passe un album de Sia, this is acting.

Cet homme s’appelle Ian Cole. Il est le chanteur d’un groupe de rock célèbre depuis le milieu des années 1980, et depuis longtemps passé culte à la date indiquée sur cette page. Il a aussi, de manière plus confidentielle, mené une carrière solo.

Ce livre raconte son histoire, et celle de ses proches.

photo : Dave Gahan, 2020

#musique #rock #heroine #drogue #davegahan #fredericleroux #monperealescheveuxlongs #roman #amateursdelivres

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knightofthesevenfandoms · 4 years ago

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20 Questions

Tagged by: @yoorana-rising

Rules: answer 20 questions then tag 10 bloggers you want to get to know better!

Name: Ashley

Pronouns: She/her

Nicknames: Ash, Dani, Beavis, Smashley

Zodiac sign: Cancer

Height: 5′8″

Languages Spoken: English. I understand enough French to follow other people when they speak it. And a lot of dirty words in German lol.

Nationality: U.S. American

Favorite Season: Spring/Summer

Favorite Flower: Orchid

Favorite Scent: Honeysuckle

Favorite Color: Blue

Favorite Animal: Horses (yeah, I’m a weird horse girl, in every way lol)

Favorite Fictional Characters: Oh gosh. I’ll pick my main few from the biggest fandoms. Most of my followers already know my preferences for Good Omens so I’ll skip that one lol. Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch, Loki, Thor, Iron Man (MCU), Han Solo, Captain Phasma, Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron, Rey (Star Wars), Daenerys Targaryen, Brienne of Tarth, Margaery Tyrell, Tyrion Lannister, Tormund Giantsbane (Game of Thrones), Draco and Lucius Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Fred and George Weasley (Harry Potter), Blanche, Candela, Spark, Noire, Sabrina, Professor Willow (Pokemon Go fan comic by @surfacage), Serena, Professor Sycamore (Pokemon XYZ), Antiope, Wonder Woman, The Riddler, Cillian Murphy’s Scarecrow (DCCU), Rainbow Dash, DJ PON3 (My Little Pony), Rose Tyler, Bill Potts, Missy, Doctors #10, 11, & 12 (Doctor Who), Legolas Greenleaf, Haldir of Lorien, Thranduil (Lord of the Rings). There’s lots more but those are the main fandoms haha.

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Coffee. Mixed with instant hot chocolate mix. Judge me, that’s how I’ve had my coffee since I was 16 lol.

Average sleep hours: 6-9, depends on whether it’s my day off.

Dog or cat person: Always preferred dogs but I like a good kitty in my lap.

Number of blankets you sleep with: 3 in the winter, 2 in the summer. I have to have something covering me, even when it’s hot. Probably a security thing.

Dream trip: The UK-France-Germany-Switzerland-Italy-Greece-Egypt-Japan-Thailand-Brazil-New Orleans. Not necessarily all at once, but that’d be dope.

Blog Established: 2019. I’m a Tumblr n00b. I joined for Good Omens, stayed for the... Good Omens lol.

Followers: 553 (*Looks into the camera like Ferris Bueller* You’re still here?)

Random Fact: I am an identical twin! We are literally two halves of one whole idiot and I adore our single-brain-celled shenanigans @bringthekaos

Tagging: Y’all don’t have to participate if you don’t want to. @vodkertonic @devilsss-dyke @ira-dunfort @hyenasnake @librariann7 and I tried to tag some other mutuals but it wouldn’t let me? So like, if this comes cross your dash and you wanna do it, feel free to say I tagged you. This is a blanket tag for everyone. DO IT.

#ask game #20 questions

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marvellouslymadmim · 5 years ago

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Now that All That Glitters is officially wrapped, you know what’s up, witches.

Here is the playlist on Spotify.

Due to mild spoilery bits (and general length, tbh), the list and explanations are below the cut:

Act One (Chapters 1-6)

Moanin’//Art Blakey & The Jazz Messengers: Fic Intro.

Till I Kissed You//Imelda May: Algie and Gwen’s backstory.

Moi Je Joue//The Puppini Sisters: Ada and Agatha’s number in Monte Carlo.

Jungle Drum//Emiliana Torrini: Dimity getting flustered around Julie.

It Don’t Mean a Thing//Club des Belugas: The Promotional Shoot.

Something’s Got A Hold On Me//Etta James: Hecate realizing she’s already in trouble with Ada.

Completely//Caro Emerald: Dimity’s date with Francesca, in which she realizes Julie has changed her.

J’aurais Aimé//The Maxi Monster Music Show: Ada walking through London, thinking of Hecate.

Interlude: Cantaloupe Island//Herbie Hancock

Act Two (Chapters 7-14)

Amber Eyes//Imelda May: Pippa Pentangle, being charming at the vocal competition.

Coco Baca Bum Bum (English Version—but seriously go hit the Spanish version up too)//Alice Francis, Club des Belugas: Dimity and Julie dancing at The Havana Lounge.

And Then She Kissed Me//St Vincent: Dimity takes Julie home.

Glam//Dimie Cat: First day of group rehearsals.

I Love You Now//Shirley Bassey: Ursula finally understands her feelings for Pippa.

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You//Tina Charles: Hecate tells herself to stop paying so much attention to Ada during rehearsals…and immediately fails.

Once Upon A Dream//Dimie Cat: Ada sees Hecate’s poster, realizes she looks like The Empress.

Interlude: High Wire//Erroll Garner

Act Three (Chapters 15-18)

Creep//Scott Bradlee’s Post Modern Jukebox, Haley Reinhart: Hecate drunk and alone, thinking about Agatha’s confession that Ada “wouldn’t be interested”.

Flame of Love//Imelda May: Hecate dreams of Ada.

Have You Seen My Sister Evelyn?//Evelyn Evelyn: Agatha disappears.

Body and Soul//Sarah Vaughan: Gullet, after leaving Agatha’s hotel room.

Interlude: Game Changer//Imelda May

Act Four (Chapters 19-31)

It Ain’t What You Do, It’s the Way That You Do It//Fun Boy Three, Bananarama: Ada and Hecate’s first day of rehearsals.

Bad Liar//Selena Gomez: Hecate trying not to be affected during rehearsals.

Bring It Back//Catherine Russell: Dimity’s Rain Confession.

Io Bacio…Tu Baci//Noisettes: Julie and Dimity, the next morning.

This Girl’s In Love With You//She & Him: Ada’s realization at the late-night deli.

In the Air Tonight//Scott Bradlee’s Post Modern Jukebox, Kaeyra: Agatha returns.

Mean to Me//Sarah Vaughan: Gullet and Agatha’s confrontation.

Always Look on the Bright Side of Life//Emilie Autumn: The morning of the show, Ursula realizing she loves her life now.

BONUS: The Show Line Up:

Stuff Like That There//Bette Milder: Miss Esper Vespertilio’s Act One Solo.

Cat’s Pajamas//Network Music Ensemble: Miss Foxie Moxie’s Act One Solo.

Y’hoo//Imelda May: Miss Merry Gold’s Act One Solo.

I Want to Be Evil//Eartha Kitt: Miss Addie’s Act One Solo.

The Grand Bizarre//Beats Antique: The Hipsnotic Sisters’ Act One Set.

Messin’ With Fire//Clare Teal: Miss Blanche Flambée’s Act One Solo.

Inside Out (Blue Jay Gonzalez Remix)//Imelda May: The Deadly Nightshades’ Act One Set.

Big Spender//Shirley Bassey: Miss Esper Vespertilio’s Act Two Solo.

Mr. Pinstripe – Quickstep//DJ Maksy: Miss Foxie Moxie’s Act Two Solo.

Gentlemen Aren’t Nice//Emilie Autumn: Miss Merry Gold’s Act Two Solo.

All For You//Imelda May: Miss Addie’s Act Two Solo.

Wannabe//Scott Bradlee’s Post Modern Jukebox, Therese Curatolo, Olivia Kuper Harris, Sara Niemietz: The Hipsnotic Sisters’ Act Two Set (which I think is a fun nod to a previous set from the 90s, which the audience would have realized and loved)

Fever//Peggy Lee: Miss Blanche Flambée’s Act Two Solo.

Boom Boom//John Lee Hooker: The Deadly Nightshades’ Act Two Set.

Brave For You//The xx: Ada performs her solo, “just for Hecate”.

St. James Ballroom//Alice Francis: Opening Night Reception.

Everybody Loves My Baby//Catherine Russell: Julie watching Dimity interact with her fans.

Wicked Way//Imelda May: Ada and Hecate at the reception.

Shulie a Bop//Sarah Vaughan: Gullet finally takes Agatha’s call.

The Longing//Imelda May: Second night, Ada and Hecate heading back to the dressing rooms.

Take Me Home (Orchestral Version)//Sophie Ellis-Bextor: Ada and Hecate, leaving the theatre.

Lovey Dovey Lovely One//Imelda May: Ada and Hecate, back at the flat.

Falling In Love With You Again//Imelda May: Gwen’s encore performance, closing night.

Feeling Good//Nina Simone: Dimity enjoying her morning, and her new life.

C’est Si Bon//Eartha Kitt: Ada and Hecate, enjoying their day together.

Let’s Do It//Eartha Kitt: Final Scene/Fic Outro

#all that glitters #the burlesque au #playlist #bonus content

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packsbeforesnacks · 5 years ago

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A Life Still Permanent || Solo

[Part One | Part Two | Side B]

TIMING: Saturday, February 8th, 2020, Dawn LOCATION: The Outskirts SUMMARY: You can’t keep a good wolf down. WARNINGS: References to suicide and attempt, suicidal ideation, unhealthy coping mechanisms, and potentially self-harm.

Winn felt like death.

There were certain benefits to being a werewolf. Increased strength, stamina and, hell, Winn’s alcohol tolerance had improved—though some might attribute that primarily to his frat boy tendencies rather than his monthly furry problem. But he was only (mostly, kinda) human, and his body could only take so much before it decided to give up.

A quick review of Winn’s week would reveal the following events: (1) the Kansas City fuckin’ Chiefs had won the Super Bowl, (2) he’d been forced to come clean to a maybe-baby-wolf about his being a werewolf (and made an ass of himself in the process), (3) Ricky hadn’t yet confirmed he’d be willing to make Winn more barbecue, (4) Blanche was being weird, (5) he’d helped a drunk lady home (great, one good thing), (6) he’d fought a Zamboni—oh, yeah, and ghosts existed (???), and (7) so did bone-sucking literal monsters (?????), (8) multiple people in his newfound life knew about all of this and were seemingly totally chill with it, and (9) this all happened over the course of a full moon week. Because of course it fucking did. Because (10): Winn’s life was a cosmic joke.

He’d scrawled out so many angry, sad, and/or confused letters to his packmates today, enough to put a small paper mill in business. Why had they left this (huge) detail out? Was it a big secret from even him? Was he not enough of a member of the pack to know. Had everything with them been a big joke? Or, worse: Did they also not know that vampires—and, really, how fucking Twilight of the universe—existed? That people could do literal magic. How could they not know—their families had been around since forever.

And, to Winn’s absolute credit, he had been extremely down with werewolves being a thing! His best friends were werewolves! They wanted him to become a werewolf too! This was all great! Oh, there were werewolf Hunters? Wild! But it was fine! He had friends, he had a pack, he could make it through. And then, ‘course, he had to go and kill one. A Hunter, dead in a pool of blood, blood that covered Winn and César, soaked into the wood of the fraternity house, staining it. Staining them, forever. Winn didn’t regret it—how could he, César was alive, the pack was alive. But he couldn’t forgive himself either—something had changed between all of them that day, they’d all grown up in ways that maybe they wouldn’t have had to if Winn could have just kept his dick in his fucking pants for one goddamn minute.

But here he was, middle of the woods, buck-ass naked, twenty-four cans of cheap beer, a tightly packed bowl, and a half empty bottle of Maker’s Mark in his system, waiting for the full moon to come out. Waiting for the only inevitable thing in this shitcan of a week. Maybe he’d die tonight. Wouldn’t that just be a perfect end to his week? But no. He couldn’t die here, not like this, not crossfaded and self-destructive. Right? They’d never forgive him. No, he’d let the wolf out, let the wolf run free as it could be, and then Winn could think about what the fuck this all meant in the morning. Could hunt down someone—Miles, maybe?—who could actually explain this shit to him. Winn could listen. Winn would listen. It would be fine. It had to be fine.

When the moon reared its beautiful, terrible head, Winn knew something was wrong. His transformation didn’t hurt so much as it felt unbearably numb, the usual stretch and snap of his bones replaced with a dim awareness of the pit in his heart, stronger than any physical pain. He needed to let the wolf fully take control, God. He didn’t want to be in the driver’s seat tonight, thanks. But the wolf… well, it didn’t seem too comfortable about the circumstances either, if Winn was bein’ honest. It growler a little lower, ran a little slower. But still, it ran. Padding through creeks, dancing in the moonlight, reveling in the small apocalypse that Winn had been through. The wolf didn’t care about fae, or witches, or vampires, or ghosts. (And, fuck, the wolf probably knew. Asshole.) It could just be, out here in the middle of nowhere—or at least, nowhere when anyone could see him, deep in the woods on the outskirts of White Crest. Only weighed down by Winn’s cares in the nominal sense, free to push them to the back of its mind, where Winn sat, chained to his own memories.

He didn’t pay any real attention to the world around him until he could sense dawn approaching, once again. It, too, was inevitable. But this time, unlike the previous month, there was no Miles to find him, to make him feel less alone. No new wolves had come upon him either, had fought and bit and rolled with him. Winn has alone and the wolf howled, desperate for his pack. Winn stopped in a small clearing, panting heavily. Wait. Where was he? He could smell his path from the place where he’d left his jeans, but he couldn’t smell any of the characteristics of his own patch of the forest. But still, it felt… familiar. He inhaled deeply, and smelled… people? Fuck, no. No, no, no. He couldn’t have gotten this close to the town. He twisted on the spot, head cocking left and right, trying to look for a landmark, for anything that would tell him how close he was to White Crest proper, how close he was to fucking up everything. Again. Always again, back to this, back to him. Him fucking up. (Could wolves have panic attacks? Was he having a panic attack?)

Winn didn’t see the bolt coming, not until it buried itself in his front-left shoulder, immediately painful, immediately burning him with its force, with its tip. The wolf—he—screamed. It was a Hunter, come to collect Winn’s debt. A debt he deserved to pay with his life. No. No. It was a Hunter. And Winn was the prey. He had to think like himself—like the wolf knew how to. Or else, he was dead. He was so, so dead. The bolt had been shot from above, based on the way it had lodged itself into Winn, that angle… from somewhere in the trees in this clearing. Pretty high, he hoped. And there was hope. The wolf would fight and bleed until its last, so Winn turned, fully at one with himself, and leapt back down the path towards his home, towards his tree, towards anything that would get him away. He thought—maybe—he had just enough time. He could get back to his jeans, find a spot to hide, escape certain death.

But every smack of his paws against the earth, every push downward into the dirt, was another surge of lightning and fire in his shoulder. Winn knew silver. Knew how it from that time, all those years ago, when a silver dagger had buried itself in his back, how the burn peeled away at your innards, rotting you from the inside. Knew it from the time he’d held that same dagger in his hand. Winn knew that, if left untreated, he wouldn’t live long enough to find out who the fuck had shot him. To eliminate the threat. Getting away wasn’t just a decision for his survival, it was now a race against the clock. Winn had to get to the tree, get his jeans, run back towards the hospital, against the dawn, all while trying not to let the Hunter find his path once he finally lost him.

He heard running water, and bolted towards it. He knew these woods, now, knew that there were old, waterlogged trees that wanted to fall, and die, that were trying to make way for new forest. He shoved himself against any tree that looked suspect, his nose telling him that the Hunter was still close on his tail. Another bolt zinged past Winn as he zig-zagged through the forest, and lodged itself in one such tree with a deadly thunk. Fuck. Fuck. The creek—please, fucking please be a wide section—was close now, the rush of water music to his ears. Was he going to get lucky this morning? If he lost the Hunter at the river, he could circle wide and get to his jeans, spiral back and out the hospital. He just needed one good distraction for the crazy person with the crossbow.

It appeared before him like a vision, like a hallucination brought on by the pain from the silver, but Winn knew that it wasn’t, knew that this was the tree that he needed to shove, to crack, to let fall in the Hunter’s path. And damn him, but Winn didn’t want to hit the bastard, just get in his way. The tree was big, a mess of tangled branches at the top and leaves still clinging on, but Winn could be bigger. He circled around the tree, precious seconds ticking by, and rammed his good shoulder into it. Crack. C’mon, c’mon. An arrow thunked into the tree. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Another slam, another shove, and the tree went tumbling down. Not directly, not straight into the Hunter’s face, but firm enough, deep enough, that it would cut him off. Winn hoped. Winn prayed. He didn’t want to die.

He bounded into the river, icy water soothing his spirit a little, even as he reminded himself that he had to keep going, and going, and that he couldn’t stop. Winn ran fast, only using his nose to gauge if the Hunter had been lost, but not slowing down for a second even when Winn confirmed, shit, thank fuck, he’d managed to lose the Hunter in his tree tricks. The last of the moon’s light was fading as the sun breached the sky, but Winn knew that he wouldn’t change back this time, not unless he was safe, not unless he wanted to. He came upon his hollowed tree, yanked his pants away from where he’d hung them and clenched them between his teeth as gently as he could manage. Hospital. Hospital, now.

A voice echoed in Winn’s ears: What’re you going to live for?

He didn’t know yet, but… he wanted to live. And so he ran.

#wickedswriting #para #solo #A Life Still Permanent #suicide tw #self harm tw

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journal-of-an-outlaw · 5 years ago

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Price to be Paid

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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Chapter 7

Mary Linton.

At least, you guessed that’s who he was so upset about.

Arthur had been gone for hours chasing that woman who held his heart all these years later. He continued to bang around a bit longer, then finally went to sleep and left the camp quiet.

The next morning you and Mary-Beth ate breakfast together by the campfire. “YN...what do you think of that O’Driscoll fella we picked up in Colter?”

Her eyes drifted over to the poor man tied up to the bare tree stump. While he seemed a bit unimpressive to you, Mary-Beth had been making not so secret eyes and sneaking him food all week. Part of you disagreed but it did make him whine less, so it seemed beneficial to all in the end.

Sean was currently standing in front of Kieran taunting him about something or other. They were a contrasting pair to observe. Kieran dark and angular while Sean was light and rounded. A small half smile found its way to Mary-Beth’s face.

“You sweet on him?” She blushed and looked back to you. “You don’t really think he’s with them, do you?”

“No, Mary-Beth I sure hope not. Once Dutch lets him off that tree I’m sure he’ll be fine, wish they wouldn’t torment him so. Needs to give them information or something. Earn his keep. I think Sean approves of him!” Hosea walked by and smacked Sean on the back of the head lightly for being a pest, and he dramatically fell over and rolled away.

“Mornin, ladies!” Sean’s accent was pleasant if very different from everyone around you.

“Sean, what do you think of that Kieran?” You asked on Mary-Beth’s behalf.

He contemplated for only a moment before answering. “Seems a decent fella. Could maybe use a bath but all around not a bad one. Hopefully he cracks soon ol’ Dutch don’t like to be proved wrong for long. Should I tell him to come calling, YN? Fancy a ride with the new stallion is it?”

“No! Jesus, Sean, please no,” Sean had started imitating riding a horse as a play on his words and fake galloped away. Mary-Beth couldn’t stop laughing, and the two of you enjoyed your morning and the ends of your meal together.

Later in the morning you were helping Grimshaw bring in the laundry from the line. The eternal blue sky had given way to dark storm clouds heavy with rain so you hurriedly pulled the drying pieces down. Abigail stood next to you and the two of you chatted about the past few days, catching up in what felt like the first time in ages.

“I have heard all kinds of crazy lately. You huntin’ with Charles, damn Mary’s in Valentine calling on Arthur, poor Lenny was nearly lynched some days ago. Makes you miss the old days of just wonderin’ who was shooting behind you.”

You lifted a particularly heavy blanket up off the line, and Abigail watched you.

“You know how to read, YN?”

“Sure. Love reading, not very good at writing though. Words don’t come to me the same way when they’re my own. I feel the same way about music. ”

Abigail sighed and looked a bit downtrodden. “I...I never learned. I kinda hoped, well it’s selfish. But that I wasn’t alone.”

You watched her drop the last few pieces into her basket while a particularly loud clap of thunder hit. Both of you jumped and she grabbed her basket to leave. “Abigail, I may not be a good teacher but I’d love to have you learn! We can form a little book club.” She nodded and smiled, but the storm must have frightened her as she took off quickly.

“So! YN, you’re still with us then. Little bird tells me you’re fittin’ right in.”

Ugh. Michah. He continued to talk and moved closer. “Shooting, and hunting,” suddenly he was right up against you, “and riding long, hard days. Is that right?”

You shoved a blue shirt into his chest and pushed him off, moving to the next piece and wishing he would leave. “At least pretend to help.”

“Why won’t you let me show you the best this gang has to offer?” Michah posed with one foot up on a tree stump, seeming to believe this would work on you.

“Mr. Bell, I haven’t given you permission to call me that so from now on I will be Miss Moore to you. As far as the best this camp has to offer? I seen better prospects looking at the pigs in Valentine. Leave me the hell alone.”

Rage colored his face as his hands shot out to your neck. Instantly you dropped the clothing you were holding and clawed at him to release you. He was not impressed with your spirit, and leaned in closer.

“You better watch that mouth of yours, girly, if you know what’s good for you. Think you’ll turn me down?” He spit on the ground to the side of you. “You’ll never see freedom again.”

Michah let go of your neck and walked back towards his tent, yelling so everyone could hear, “I don’t intend to lose to these idiots.

Over the next week, camp was a bustling scene. John’s livestock con became a full blown plan to rob a farmer of his sheep, and the possibility of passing them off as his own to sell grew with each addition Dutch and Hosea suggested. Some train robbery was being planned too and it seemed Dutch was stretched rather thin. The camp desperately needed money and Herr Strauss had lent more than he should have. You agreed to go along with whatever you could help with in order to stay in their good graces.

That O’Driscoll boy Kieran had a plan of his own, too. From his days running with them he knew of a place not far from Horseshoe Overlook called Six Points Cabin. Colm O’Driscoll himself was said to be hiding out there as a safehouse with some of his gang. Arthur, John, Bill, and Kieran were set up to ride when you begged Dutch to let you go with them. It seemed an easy enough plan. Head in, see if the boss was there or not, then take his plans and go. He agreed, and gave you a few more guns to bring along with you. You loaded up the shotgun and rifle, adding them to your pistol hiding on your horses saddlebags.

Some of the group was weary of you going. Truthfully you didn’t have much practice with a gun, and even less shooting at real people. Sure, Lenny had helped work on your aim but you were nowhere near perfect.

Kieran seemed genuine enough but you hadn’t had the chance to talk with him much. Riding Eclipse, he commented that she was a beauty. He was stuck on the back of John’s horse and it was clear he envied those riding solo. He surprised you with easy conversation until the turning point for Six Point Cabin.

“Swing a left! Up here now. And everyone off your horses, the sound will echo for miles around,” he warned. You grabbed your shotgun and crouched down to mask your footprints. The other men continued to give Kieran a hard time about being an O'Driscoll, but as the only other outsider on this mission you didn't say a word. Truly you understood how hard it could be to fit in. Only rolled your eyes and smiled when he needed support. Damn bastards. Kept joking about gelding him, and you pitied when he winced away in fear.

Three O’Driscoll guards snuck up on you. One started taking a piss and you blanched at the disgustingness of it. John grabbed Kieran to make sure he didn’t squeel but he was as silent as could be. Arthur decided to deal with that man alone, choking him out silently from behind. After the man was set down on the ground silently Arthur motioned for the rest to join him, with John and Bill threw knives taking out the two remaining guards.

“Miss Moore, you’re in charge of keeping young Kieran here out of trouble. Stay back on the hill until we clear the camp out below.” Arthur didn’t look at you while he barked orders but moved on quickly so you didn’t have time to protest. Kieran gave you a sympathetic glance once they had left.

“Oh, shut up. I’ll stay behind but it’s not ‘cause I want to.” You didn’t have a choice and both of you knew it. But you huffed anyways.

Bill stepped on a branch, causing the men from below to look up and notice they were about to be taken over. “Men in the camp! We got men in the camp!” There was nothing you could do but twiddle your thumbs with Kieran while you watched the boys take out the remaining gang members. After the gunfire cleared, the pair of you moved down the hill to help the others loot the bodies. A few pocket watches and some wedding rings that had seen better days were tucked away in your satchel while Kieran started towards Arthur.

“See there! I ain’t lying. Like I said, he’s worse than Dutch so please, let me stay with y'all I’m a dead man otherw -”

Kieran was cut off by the front door of the cabin bursting open and man with a shotgun running straight towards Arthur. Your heart jumped out of your chest and you tried to yell but Kieran shot the man first.

“You alright?”

“Sure, thank you.”

You watched as Kieran extended Arthur a hand up; such an overly bland exchange for folks who had just saved the others lives.

“Men…” you shook your head and walked off, not believing that these fools were the ones you depended on at this moment.

Colm ended up not being at the camp, but it was a good blow to his gang. Arthur was mad as he rode off ahead of your group but you had a good amount of wares taken from the cabin and weren’t about to complain. Kieran even showed you how Colm liked to hide a stash of money in chimneys which was a huge win.

Dutch was more aligned with Arthur however when you got back to camp.

“So...Colm was not there.” He rubbed his beard and debated with Bill and Hosea what to do about Kieran. You decided to speak up.

“Dutch, he was telling the truth. Colm was there, just not when we arrived. I...think Kieran should get a second chance.”

Dutch stared back at you incredulously. You had never spoken your mind so freely like this, and never in front of other members of the gang as a crowd.

“Really. The campfire singer thinks we should keep an enemy within our walls. Is there no end to this madness?”

You flushed so hard you felt your ears turn red. How dare he reduce you to nothing more than an entertainer for the gang? Like some common whore. Instant regret flashed across his face and he moved to put his hand on your shoulder and apologize, but an old memory in your gut screamed you should move and you flinched hard as his hand neared you. He froze and drew it back slowly.

“If that’s my role, then say it. I’ve been out hunting and fighting the past few weeks with no complaints from you. Kieran had good information, but we kept him tied up so long he didn’t know anything had changed,” you spat at the older man.

“It’s true, Dutch. I could have asked him sooner,” now Arthur was involved and you couldn’t bear to stay. You grabbed a cup of water for Kieran and stalked off, steam rolling down your shoulders from how Dutch treated you.

He was going to hit you, you knew it. Your heart was pounding so hard you hands were shaking with every beat. Even the view of the valley didn’t calm your nerves, so you went to brush down Eclipse and steady yourself. It had been nearly three months now since you felt that familiar fear. One you had hoped stayed behind in Blackwater.

“YN, you hiding over here?” Arthur called out as he neared the horse station.

Rubbing tears from your eyes, you called back, “And what do you want?”

“Dutch is real sorry. He didn’t mean to sound like that.” Making you the fool in front of everyone? Of course he sent Arthur to make amends on his behalf. His son. Errand boy.

“It’s fine. Don’t matter anyways, I know what I am. Just rattled from all of it,” Your hands were shaking so hard you dropped the brush, and Arthur bent to pick it up. “He would never hit you, you know,” he offered quietly, the brush loose in his hand.

“Part of me knows that. Michah was...but that was earlier and Dutch...well, look at me now,” and you held out your own hand to show the reaction. He grabbed it and held tight, looking you dead in the eye.

“Whatever happened in your past is gone. Ain’t no one going to hurt you here, that I can promise.”

Slowly as he rubbed circles into the back of your hand, you calmed down. Thinking a bit more rationally you understood Dutch had not been moving to hit you. Instinct had taken over, and you took a deep breath and decided to change the subject.

“So. Is Kieran staying?” Arthur nodded. “Long as he behaves himself, yes.” You sighed and leaned back against Eclipse for support. “Good. He’s a good kid. Mary-Beth keeps asking me my opinion on him, and she ain’t subtle.”

Arthur laughed softly and dropped your hand. “Look...YN I’m sorry the past while has been a rough go of it. Not usually like this, and Dutch says he has a plan...must be hard for a high society woman to be livin’ like this.”

“Society woman? Arthur, you know I was raised in Blackwater. Ain’t no more than a Valentine with a few paved roads. Stop treating my like I’m breakable and just treat me like a person.” He nodded, and stood with you silently.

“Speaking of society women...how did things go with Mary? I heard you come back late last night.” Your curiosity had gotten the better of you and it was a topic with no attention on yourself.

He looked startled but answered anyways. “She, uh, her brother...needed help. I rode out and found him with some weird folks. Brought him back into town. Wasn’t anything special.” While his speech was completely relaxed, his whole body had tensed up. He rubbed the back of his neck again, a nervous habit you noticed he did frequently.

“That’s sweet of you. She seems…interesting?” The lack of effort you put into finding a better description was obvious but you couldn’t care less. She was of no importance to you.

That got a full laugh from him. “Interesting. One way of putting it, that’s for sure. Glad you’re okay, but if you’ll excuse me, YN, I need to head into town and steal an oil wagon of all things.”

“By all means, Mr. Morgan. Don’t let me stand in your way.” He grumbled something about ‘Mr. Morgan’ and ‘every time’ but you didn’t quite catch it. He galloped away on his bay horse, leaving you with your thoughts and Eclipse, bothering you for a treat.

The train robbery was a success. Sean, Arthur, John, and Charles stopped the train on its tracks to grab valuables from passengers heading to Saint Dennis on their way to some cruise. It was quick and easy with a big win for the gang. No one hurt, and no one recognized.

Dutch was elated. “One more big score, boys, and we will be on our way! Just think about that fat paycheck taking us home to a new land! To freedom!”

John was not happy that Sean somehow wiggled his way into his plan and tried to avoid him when he talked to Arthur about the next idea. He had heard wind of a herd of sheep being moved into Valentine from Emerald Ranch in two days time and thought it could be a big score.

“Abigail, just listen - ”

“No, John! This has to stop. Why can’t you ever listen to me and do what’s best for the boy? Why ain’t you happy?” Abigail cried at John. The two had been fighting nonstop since he returned from the train job and he was beginning to really get irritated.

Sitting near the horse area, Jack decided to teach you how to braid flowers together. “See, YN? One over, then under, then over, then it’s pretty!” He laughed and clapped as you finished up your first one and set the chain around his neck. “Now you’re all pretty, Jack. A real prince!” He beamed, and looked up as Arthur approached. “Uncle Arthur! Look, I’m pretty!”

Arthur laughed out loud and smiled down at the toddler. “Now, ain’t that a sight to see! Little Jackie Marston, all dolled up.” Jack bent down to get Arthur a chain, and the two of you smiled at one another. You loved looking after Jack. It was easy and simple.

“Say, Jack. You wanna come fishing with me?”

The little boy scrunched up his nose. “Fishing?

“Sure! It’s about time you started to earn your keep,” Jack stood and agreed. “You do have a fishing pole, don’t ya?” And Jack ran off to his mother’s tent to find his rod.

“That’s sweet, taking the boy out. I know Abigail appreciates it,” thinking on how hard she worked you knew she loved being free for even an hour.

Arthur rubbed his jaw. “Mostly do it cause I know his father won’t. Stupid fool. Kids gotta learn to do something more than run from his troubles.”

Jack came bounding back, pole in hand. “Let’s go, Uncle Arthur!” The two set off on Arthur’s black stallion and you continued to scrape around for the root Pearson had mentioned. Successful, you headed back to drop it off at his table. Not many people were up at this hour so you decided to watch Arthur and Jack downstream.

They rode not too far away, and Jack pulled out his rod. An old wooden thing that Hosea had made him months ago, but did the job for a four year old learning how to fish. You saw Arthur teach him how to bait the line, cast into the stream, and reel it in once you felt a bite. Once or twice Jack almost hooked Arthur, and he definitely hooked the ground behind him, but he finally caught a fish. It was a sweet sight watching the two relax and forget about outlaw life for awhile.

Two horses rode up and stopped not far from the pair as you watched. They dismounted and approached Arthur and Jack, and Arthur went completely defensive. Jack was pushed behind his legs while the three men talked, and the glint of metal shined when one of the strangers raised his gun and slung it over his shoulders. Their clothes were new, and from what you could barely make out finley pressed. One moved forward to shake Arthur’s hand, but was dropped when he didn’t reciprocate. He then removed his hat, and a balding head with black strands shone and a familiar panic began to settle at the back of your neck, cool and quick spreading. Arthur suddenly threw his fishing pole on the ground and the second man quickly pointed his barrel at his chest causing Jack to move stumble back from Arthur. They exchanged a few more words, then mounted their horses and left upriver, away from the camp.

The pair couldn't have been at the river for more than an hour, but the stallion came pounding into camp harder and faster than ever before. Jack was swung down and met in Abigail’s arms. He handed her a necklace made of red flowers and braided in the way he had taught you earlier, beaming and talking about the one fish he managed to catch.

Jack ran off with his pole, and Abigail finally looked back at Arthur. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing...just met some folk. I’d better go speak with Dutch.” She smiled and thanked him again, and you watched Arthur disappear into Dutch’s open tent. You were sitting at the main table stitching Lenny’s shit back up but you could hear their whole conversation.

“We got a real problem, Dutch. I just met some guys out near the river. Employees of the Pinkerton Detective Agency, who know about the train, and they know we’re here.”

Dutch stood up quickly, “Were you followed back her?”

“No. They know we’re near here, and they want you Dutch. They offered me my freedom in exchange they did.” Dutch was walking out around camp now, listening to Arthur speak behind him.

“Pinkertons, you said? Did you catch their names?”

“I did. A feller named, Ross and...Milton. Agent Ross, and Agent Milton.”

Head swirling, you dropped the needle from your hands. Milton? He followed you out here? You couldn’t believe of all the dumb, stupid things you’ve done, this had to take the cake. He must have known somehow that this is where you would end up.

Idiot. Stupid, stupid girl. All trying to chase an elusive idea you still hadn’t fully created yet.

Lenny came over to grab his shirt and made a comment that you couldn't hear, so you smiled and waved as he walked off. A rushing sound filled hour ears and made everything impossible and caused you to run far from the edge of camp. Finally alone, you let out the tension that had been building up inside of you.

“Dammit. God dammit!” You swung and hit a tree, ignoring the pain that flashed through your knuckles. No one was safe if they knew your secret, and these folks meant something to you. They had taken you in when you needed it, and you’ve worked your ass off to prove your worth to them. You wouldn't let that worthless, horrible, sack of shit steal it all away from you now. “Stupid! Piece! Of! Shit!” The pain in your knuckles was too strong to ignore now so you screamed as hard as you could, confident no one was nearby.

“YN, are you okay? Jesus, let me see that hand.” Charles approached slowly after watching you punch a tree.

“What are you doing out here? Following me?” He tilted his head at you. “No I was on patrol guarding the perimeter. What happened back there?”

“Dutch was nearly found out. Some detectives found Arthur and Jack down by the river, and they’re looking for us.” A few deep breaths did nothing to calm your nerves, but you proceeded anyways. “Charles...if I tell you something, do you promise not to hate me?” The fear had subsided this far from camp but the anxiety still radiated through your veins. Everything in you screamed not to let this secret pass your lips.

“No. But I can promise to listen.” This seemed to be the best offer, so you took a few more deep breaths to steady yourself.

“That man...Agent Milton from the Pinkertons. The one who’s after Dutch? I...He’s my…” Finally you opened your eyes as you needed to see Charles’ reaction. “My last name ain’t Moore, Charles. It’s Milton. The detective who’s after the gang isn’t just another Pinkerton, he’s my father. And it seems that he is now here to bring this gang in or kill every last one of us.” Tears that had been building up finally spilled down your cheeks.

The air hung heavy as your truth was finally free. Surely, he would hate you. Everyone would hate you. They would turn you in and run away as fast as they could. Charles. Pearson. John. Little Jack. Abigail. Dutch. Arthur.

Charles didn’t immediately speak but instead came forward slowly to examine your hand.

“That’s...quite the cut you’ve given yourself there. Let me take a look.” Your eyes continued to water as the pain set in, but you extended your arm out for help.

“Charles, that man is awful. I planned to escape everyday. I never thought…”

He nodded and listened to you speak, running an ointment over the open wound that somehow burned and felt cool at the same time.

“I understand. We are not our parents. If we were, I would be a miserable drunk pining for a life I never really had. Still, I think it’s best we keep this quiet. I can’t see many minding but it could cause a real issue. Dutch is easily set off these days.”

As he finished bandaging your knuckles you nodded and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Charles. You’ve given me a lot the past few weeks.”

He chuckled and turned the two of you back towards camp. “As long as you can still use that bow hand, I don’t mind much about the other stuff. You’re a good person, YN. And everyone here can see that. Just, don’t say anything about this yet. You head back first into camp and I’ll follow in soon. Make sure no Pinkertons trail you on the way.” You laughed nervously and started the walk back. It was almost dark and you didn't realize just how far you had run.

The hike back was quiet and the only sound that accompanied you were bugs, singing a criss cross harmony that overlapped and swelled the longer you focused on it. You had the realization that you were alone for the first time in months. Sure, Charles would be along behind you shortly but no one was keeping tabs on your every move.

Maybe this is what happiness felt like.

It wasn’t the front porch light still on after dinner at your friends. It wasn’t the open bottle left sitting on the dining table, making Momma clean it up and wipe the spilling edges. It wasn’t the way your door creaked open at night. And it sure as hell wasn’t the feeling of balled fists meeting your ribs, or back, or anything that would be kicked or scratched and no one else could see.

Damn that man and his awful, awful ways.

Back at camp people were on edge. No one noticed you slip into the crowd to get dinner. Talking wasn’t a priority so you sat alone, terrified that pox marked face would creep in from the shadows. It didn’t, however, so after a fitful few hours you fell asleep, unknowingly it was your last night at Horseshoe Overlook.

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