Peyton-keating:

nina-delarosa:

“I…didn’t ask about Shawn. But cool. Is he your boyfriend?” She inquired, snooping a little more than she needed to as usual.

“My band is The Clash,”

“ Ah no hahaha. I bet he wishes.”

“He’s a good mate of mine Plus he’s a hoe soo.. I’d rather not get an STD.” I pause. “ Damn really? I didn’t peg you for that music type.”

Oh,shit.

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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?”

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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.

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Now Nina was intrigued. “How fresh?” She passed the heavy bag towards the girl.

“Yeah I have a few,” A few was a bit too loose of a term, but she always had a thing for artistic expression. To her, tattoos were symbolic. It was like historic artifacts on your skin and she was the archaeologist deciphering a code.

I stared at her for a minute contemplating what to say. “ like three days ago fresh. They still sting a little but nothing that I can’t handle. By the way, it totally flew over my head what’s your name?” I ask her trying to move on from talking any more about my tattoos.

Oh,shit.

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.

nina-delarosa:

I’m wanting to take my sem’ya to the movies this week. They are both impatient and stubborn so I don’t want this to be a waste.

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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.

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nina-delarosa:

Nina was confused, and now intrigued. What did she have to do at 6:30 in the morning? The intrigue immediately turned to frustration when she blew cigarette smoke in her face. She hesitated before she spoke. Breathe, Nina. 

She fixes her hair. “What do you mean?” She spoke spitefully as Peyton continued to walk away.

I stop mid-stride. I just stand there my back towards. The heck is she doing? just yesterday she was disgusted with me and now she wants a conversation? “ I turn my head sideways. “ Two words. Job hunting.” I say with a little bit of a snarl.

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