#baddluckclub

[nogoodwitches]

@baddluckclub // [ assist ] sender finds receiver has fallen down, so they rush to their aid and help them stand again

cathryn does not remember how she ended up on the floor of her living room. she's not even sure how long she had been here. the smell of liquor on her own breath is a clue, though.

one of her moods again, as her mother would call it. where she locks herself in her home, drinking and smoking all the noises and sorrow away. she thinks it's been four days now? maybe five.

charlie's voice breaks her out of her thoughts and she looks at him confused, a pinch in her brow. " how'd you get into my house? "

[wtchblde--archive]

you taking care of yourself? // @baddluckclub

she's running off of three hours of sleep and two juneberry redbulls within the last four hours. eve looks like a mess, but she's smiling like she isn't.

"yeah of course i am. i always take care of myself, you know that."

[coffincoven]

@baddluckclub

far from unusual for a fight to break out in a bar. it's uncommon for it not too. especially in a bar like this, where me with short temper and large pride some to. sergei doesn't know and doesn't care what started the fight, he's merely watching. sipping on his tequila, enjoying the show.

what does catch his eye is the bouncer. blue hair, eye patch. he appears behind them and breaks up the fight within seconds it seems. his motions seem too quick to see, and the men scurry off with their tails between their legs.

now sergei is intrigued. he throws some money at the bartender, straightens his shirt and follows the bouncer outside. he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. "so where does a man with one eye learn to fight like that?"

[vitalphenomena]

@baddluckclub // stevie

"We are having a sleepover. You are not going out. You are not doing crime. You are hanging out with me."

[vitalphenomena]

Alex smiles. Alex used to lie all the time. Alex got very good at looking like they meant it — deceiving loved ones, acquaintances, dealers. Alex feels like they can spot someone else's deception from a mile away — and Stevie isn't even that far from them. Stevie is right fucking here, and lying through her teeth.

"Okay." And Alex knows the face that your loved ones make when you lie to their face and they don't have the heart, the courage, to do anything about it. They've seen that face plenty of times; they know how to make it.

"Okay, Stevie. Don't make me worry about you too much."

Guilt crawling up her throat for making Alex feel so awful, Stevie’s nose wrinkles a little. She knows it’s dangerous. She’s done dangerous things already. She will probably do dangerous things again. She hopes she can build a reputation so strong that nobody will ever try to fuck with her. 

“I know. Seriously, I know. Listen.” She sticks out her pinky for a promise she’s unlikely to keep for very long. “I promise to be more careful, okay?” 

[wtchblde--archive]

@baddluckclub said: ❝maybe i liked your stupid face.❞

quickly eve ducks behind the sand bag that she's holding for micah, a smile crossing her lips before she can help it. her poker face always seems to disappear around micah and it's always embarrassing. composing herself she peeks around the left side of the bag. "i can't tell if you're insulting me or not with that."

eve ducks back around to the other side, trying hard to hide the obnoxious smile she has. "and don't focus on my face, focus on punching because you're punching like a ten year old right now."

[nogoodwitches]

@baddluckclub // 🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent. & 🧦 a half-asleep text.

[ text; charlie ] i think we should just make it official and date. (UNSENT) [ text; charlie ] do i ever scare you? you can be honest. (UNSENT) [ text; charlie ] i think it scares me how much i like you. (UNSENT) [ text; charlie ] why did you have to come into my life? i was perfectly being miserable and now you want me to be happy. and i want to be happy. (UNSENT) [ text; charlie ] coffee. bagel. please.

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@baddluckclub // 🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.

[ text; mickeyyy ] would you be interested in maybe getting some drinks sometime? maybe? [UNSENT] [ text; mickeyyy ] would you consider us more than friends? [UNSENT] [ text; mickeyyy ] why are you so nice to me? it's kinda odd. are you just naturally like that or...something else? [UNSENT] [ text; mickeyyy ] another one of your packages came to my apartment. i'll be home tonight if you want to pick it up :)

[coffincoven]

@baddluckclub said: ❝i practice the art of ‘pull his shirt over his head and punch till you see blood.‘❞

he's pinching the bridge of his nose, eyebrows cinched together at the sight of stevie. nothing is ever simple with her, he's learning. if she wasn't so valuable he'd have nothing to do with her. sergei wishes stevie was just a little more useless to him.

"and that's how you make people brain dead." the man being one of his own. or used to be one of his own. he was caught selling sergei's secret to rivals. sergei isn't mourning his death, he deserved worse, but sergei needed to ask him what exactly he told the others. "and unable to answer questions. did you atleast, i don't know, find out why he betrayed us?"

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@baddluckclub said: ❝we’re all someone’s monster.❞

eve's never really thought about it that much. maybe because she's too focused on not being a monster to people. not wanting to become her mother or father. over compensating by being too nice sometimes.

when she's eve, of course. the witchblade could be someone's monster. it's still not easy for her to think of them as one in the same. it's always felt like a separate person.

"i guess so." eve leans her head back, looking up at the light flooded night sky from their apartment rooftop. "i'm not a huge fan of that. i think everyone should like me." she's half joking. "who are you a monster too? or better question, who's your monster? i can't imagine you having one, stevie."

[wtchblde--archive]

@baddluckclub said: let me take care of you.

a part of her wants to say yes. yes, please take care of me. please let me rest and not want to rot inside my apartment because the stress of everything is killing me. obviously she's not going to say that. one because she's stubborn, and two she just can't bring herself to admit she needs help.

that would mean being a burden and well, even though micah is so incredibly nice and sweet to her, everyone has their limits. so she leans against her apartment door, arms crossed and looking up at micah with her eyes.

"i can't." she says, but she tries to smile and make a joke. "it is physically impossible for me to do that. sorry."

[wtchblde--archive]

@baddluckclub // [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body

the scar is faint enough that eve forgets it's there most of the time. it was middle school, sneaking into an abandoned house through a broken window. she didn't see the shard of glass and sliced herself from the top of her cheek to her earlobe.

she feels a flush of heat go across her face when micah traces the scar, jumping a little and looking up at him with her eyes. something about how he never noticed it before.

"you sure have been so touchy feely lately. y'gonna try and hold my hand walkin' home?"

[wtchblde--archive]

@baddluckclub // 🕒 My muse is still affected by an old injury and they need your muse to help them

the apartment is dark, all the curtains drawn and eve is laying under her weighted blanket on the couch. it's been a good long while since she's had a migraine this bad. it happened at work, seemingly out of nowhere. vision blurred, severe pain behind her right eye and nausea. obviously she didn't go to the ER, just left and by some miracle made it to her apartment.

some miracle and micah who was in the lobby when she came stumbling in. he's handing her a glass of water and tylenol, but she waves it off. "it won't help, but i appreciate the thought." she opens her eye slightly, squinting. "i took a softball to the temple in college. ironically, softballs aren't that soft."

[wtchblde--archive]

@baddluckclub said: " it was an accident. "

"cracking a mirror is an accident! you used up the rest of my lipstick. it was my favorite shade!" specifically it was the black lipstick from colourpop, the snitchery collection. "you don't even wear black lipstick like that."

[wtchblde--archive]

@baddluckclub said: " okay, now you're scaring me. "

eve makes a face through the latched door. "you're being dramatic. i'm just clumsy, i told you."

there was a little bit of blood in the hallway that led to her apartment. the right amount for anyone to be concerned. it's her blood, a wound she received from a pair of demons in an alleyway skulking about. she's hiding the worst of the wounds behind the door.

quickly she flashes her hand, cut up and bloody before hiding it again. "i was taking a short cut, running, fell and there was some broken glass. i'm fine. really."

[wtchblde--archive]

@baddluckclub says: we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

"i don't like that answer." eve is frowning, arms crossed and body filled with anxiety. she doesn't like the feeling of impending doom. like there's something right behind her ready to strike at any time.

it's possible she's being dramatic, anxiety running rampant through her thoughts. it feels like a big deal but stevie doesn't think so. "i mean, what if they find us? or find where we live? they seemed like they would be able too."