Nina-delarosa:

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peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

Mhm. His name is Caleb. Well if you wanna get a hold of her somehow we could arrange something.

Cool stuff. I’ll get on that. You know she’ll probably ask you and I to come over for a girls night. Haha. 

Has anyone seen Moana?

That is fair. I like life. Life is good.

You need wings? I got you, flyman..flyboy. I’ll work on it. Send me the details. I’m firing up the engines as we speak. I’ll bring them safe and whole, Nik. That’s a promise.

But nah, no owing. Just say you’ll race me again sometime and we got a deal.

And congrats to all of you on the little one. Bet she’s a cutie.

Heard you may be in need of a pilot? Also in possible need of snacks? I come bearing both.

A lot of latter. Too much of the latter. Please take some. Give them to your boys too, yeah?

- @sgt-reaper

aye, talk to Nik.

missrosalyngrace:

“Nina’s not that bad. She’s just got a rough exterior.” I say. Remembering her batteries I fish through my drawer and grab the case. Swinging around, I go to sit beside her on the love seat and hand her the whole case. I then lean forward to grab my donut mug, reverently inhaling while holding it up to my nose. 

“What’s your story?” I ask, head tilting to the side curiously.

I guess.. She seems a little homophobic... Oh, thanks for the batteries.” I fiddle with the package.” Uh um I guess I could talk about my story with you.. I trust you for some reason, even though I’ve known you for like five minutes.. but uh if I say anything I’m gonna need a cig.  Can I?”

Knock, knock.

nina-delarosa:

Nina tried to get up at 6:30 in the morning before her siblings woke up so she could go to the gym. Lately, Nathalia had been waking up earlier and crawling into bed with her when she had nightmares. However, Nina hadn’t been woken up at all last night, and the children seemed to be asleep and sound. Usually she would stay at home to work out, but she hadn’t been in a while and she didn’t know if she would get another golden opportunity. She bundled herself in her thick jacket and wrapped her knit sweater around her neck. She hated the cold. She quietly opened the front door before popping in her earbuds. That’s when she smelt cigarette smoke wafting through the air. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, looking over to see Peyton leaving her house bright and early. Should she acknowledge her? That would probably be the nice thing to do. “You’re leaving early…” She retorted. Nina could still feel the tension from their last conversation.

“Uh yeah.” I take a drag of my cig and blow it in her direction. “ Not much choice there.” I turn to walk away fast.

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missrosalyngrace:

“ Sorry if Nina was mean to you, she tends to do that sometimes.” I say, wanting to console her. “Oh, and by the way, I wouldn’t tell anybody either. Got no-one to tell, except for Munchie here, but he is much more interested in his little buddy over there.” I say gesturing towards the little kitten laying on his back playing with his toy mouse. 

“Uhh…sure. Oh right! Your lighter.” I hop up, spilling a little of my hot-cocoa on myself, making me groan. Nonetheless, I go over to my kitchen and reach on my utmost tiptoes to grab the lighter I keep at the top of my fridge. Going over to the peculiar woman sitting on my beloved love seat, I extend my arm, offering up the lighter. “Well, if you’re going to tell me that story of yours, I think you’ll need this.” 

“ He’s cute. Had him for long? Uh... does Munchie stand for something?

“ Awesome thanks.” I scoot to sit on one butt cheek to grab the pack of cigs out of my pocket. I take one out and place it between my lips. using the lighter I light it up and take a really long drag and blow it out away from Rosie and her kitty

I look downwards feeling angry about it. I cough to clear my throat. “ Now where to begin my beautiful story...” 

Knock, knock.

When the brain worms are worming, OC’s go through it.

Where Do The Wild Things Go?

December 31, 2021.

Sergeant Jane Doe. Due to your recent behavior. Involving the incident of Trident 994. Your file is being placed under review. We will contact you upon further investigation of said incident, which resulted in the loss of lives of your squadron. You will know our verdict within the month. Until then you’re not permitted to fly, and confined to base barracks. You’re grounded for the duration of this investigation.

Her fist slams into the the wall of her room, now prison. A feral snarl leaving her fresh stitched up-broken lips as her knuckles hit plaster. Her other hand crumples the correspondence letter between blanched fingers.

They clipped her wings. No. They tore them out. Clean political fingers dug deep into the bloody mess of her wings, blood she’d shed in their name. In their service. By the fistful, they pulled, and pulled, and pulled.

The throb of her knuckles, the drip of blood through broken gloves, is non-existent. Not even a steady throb. It wasn’t real.

“They can’t do this!” She rasps, voice trembling. This was all she had. Her use was here, in digging people out of the hell they’ve found themselves in. Grasping arms and pulling them up out of reach of death. Back to safety, back to home. It was not their time, not yet.

“They can’t fucking do this.” Her shoulders begin to shake, dusty near noir hair falling over her face, lungs heaving with an attempt at breath that would not come. Trident 994 was never supposed to happen. All those people. She could have saved them. She knew it, if they had listened.

They had not, and the mantle of death dove in. She did not come back out the same.

Why send her. The Reaper. The decider of those who got to see the ferrymen’s boat. If they did not want her to reap what they had sowed? They had molded her. Fresh and willing, so young.. so naive. Gave her the black cloak and pushed the scythe into her hands and sent her off to swing. They were trying to contain death.

Death could not be contained.

nina-delarosa:

peyton-keating:

“How long does it take for you to get up the stairs?” My friend Shawn mocks.     “As long as it takes you to do your hair. I’m trying to enjoy the peace before I meet my neighbors.” I retort. Gripping the railing I lug my suitcase up the stairs. “Ha.Ha. Very witty. Give yourself a medal, you ass.” I hear him huff out through the phone. “Thanks for noticing my awesome- WHA.” My body whacked into a surface. The next second I’m free falling and hit the ground.      “Oof” I look up to see I had hit the door at the top of the staircase and broke it open. “Yo, are you okay?” his panicky voice reaches me. “Just Bloody peachy.”  I pop the p.

Nina was in her room painting, when she heard a large thud from outside the apartment. What now? She flung open her door to a tattooed, rugged haired girl sprawled across the hallway floor.

“Well, I was not expecting that,”

I look over to the right where I heard the female voice. standing in a doorway is a lady covered in specks of colors. “What are looking at rainbow? can’t you see I’m trying to have a conversation? You can go back to whatever it is you were doing.”

Oh,shit.

peyton-keating:

missrosalyngrace:

Huh. She was younger than I thought she was. I wonder what her story is.

”Oh I am just fine.” I answer a little too high-pitched.”This is a regular hazard when I talk to any person ever. Anyways, my offer still stands. A cup of hot cocoa, a few batteries and a lighter that may or may not work.” I say, smiling reassuringly.

I jump as she replies to me. “okay if you say so, I’ll gladly take you up on that. Uh, what do you mean a hazard? if you don’t mind me asking. You seem cool.” I smile at her.

Knock, knock.

peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

“Oh, wow. That is fresh,” She stared at her arm for a moment more, frustrated that she couldn’t make out the meaning of it. “What is it exactly?”

“Oh, my name?” She chuckled to herself, because it definitely didn’t fly over anyone’s head. She always forgets to mention her name. “My name’s Nina, what’s yours?”

“ Sorry to disappoint but that's a story for another day.” I lick my lips uncomfortably.

“Nina.. I never heard that one before. I’m Peyton, you from around here?” I wonder where she's from. she seems different.

Oh,shit.