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“I’m sorry you couldn’t find me. I have been in the woods. I put myself there because I couldn’t be good. I have been running with foxes and running with crows and I have found myself a home where no one goes.”

— Florence Welch, from “Useless Magic: Lyrics & Poetry,” published c. 2018

#( but i can barely hear over the music in my head; cash )

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The flinch broke her heart. It was stupid to expect anything other than a flinch from someone who’d clearly just been hit more than once, but it still hurt to have Cash flinch away from her. Katrina dropped her hand and her eyes, letting Cash retreat. “You really don’t have to thank me.” She cleared her throat, turning her attention to unlocking the car and slipping inside.

“Oh, no…I wasn’t doing anything but sleeping,” she said as she started the car. Reaching into the back seat, she pulled out the first aid kit Skylar insisted she keep in the vehicle. Katrina tended to be a bit accident prone and Sky was overprotective. Part of her had always wondered if that would have eased if she’d been able to truly join their gang, but her body had refused to comply with the change so she’d never find out. Foxes healed fast, but there might be something that would help Cash while she waited for that healing to kick in. She handed the first aid kit to the other girl but didn’t make a big deal out of it.

Kat shook her head in answer to Cash’s question. Since her parents had died in their car wreck she’d been an intensely careful driver. “Harp’s raced it a few times but I don’t… I prefer to go the speed limit. Not really much of a dare devil.”

Sleeping. Why hadn’t she thought of that? For some reason, Cash had thought that Katrina would still be awake at the late hour but then she recalled Revel telling her that Kat had quit the Outlaw. Was it because of what happened with the frat boy that one fateful evening? Cash could still hear the snap of bone. If any guilt over the incident ever existed, it was immediately vanquished by the memory of his behavior toward Kat. Unfortunately, with that memory came the recollection of Kat’s look of fear. The way she had hunched over and teared up. A sudden lump in her throat, she merely nodded in reply.

Cash accepted the first-aid kit, rummaging through the small box. Again, Cash felt the urge to kick herself for not using her fucking brain. The King sisters had lost their parents in a car wreck - why would Katrina risk it? Her tongue pressed harshly to the roof of her mouth in punishment, staring down into the bandages and ointment. The ‘fox had no clue to why she kept putting her foot in her mouth that evening.

“Makes sense.” She muttered, finding herself to be at a loss of words. She, instead, flipped open the mirror and bared her teeth at her reflection, carefully inspecting and prodding each of her teeth. Relieved to discover that none were lose, she went to work poking at her split lip. Cash seemed to go into a daze, treating each of her injuries with the precise knowledge of someone who had done this before. It didn’t take her more than ten minutes before she was shutting the mirror again and sitting back.

“How’s Harper?”

#partner: kat

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The call had woken Kat when it came, but she didn’t hesitate to get up. Cash had rescued her once from a drunken frat boy, returning the favor seemed like the least she could do. Katrina didn’t work at the outlaw anymore, when the opening had come at Archive, it had felt like a better fit. Serving coffee to sober people felt more her speed. She tugged on a pair of shorts and threw her hair into a ponytail, pausing only long enough to leave Harper a note in case she woke up before grabbing her keys and wallet and slipping out of the apartment.

She let her phone’s GPS guide her to the jail, an interesting experience she wasn’t eager to repeat. Part of her felt guilty for just being there, like the clerks accepting the bail money were judging her for helping her friend. Kat did her best to remain professional and respectful, despite the fact that she knew she looked like a fish out of water. Dressed in an oversized Coca Cola shirt and without a stitch of makeup on her face, she probably appeared far younger than she actually was.

The process felt like it took forever, but in all honesty it was rather quick. She tucked the receipt and instructions for Cash to have to return and speak to the judge or something and tucked them into her back pocket. The clerk told her it would take a few minutes to get everything squared away and when he gave her the option to wait at her car, she took it gratefully. Cash finally came out to find Katrina leaning against her little green beetle, phone in hand. She’d texted Skylar that she was with Cash, but hadn’t given her any details. It wasn’t her story to tell and she didn’t even know the story yet.

“Of course,” Kat replied, straightening up and eyeing Cash carefully. “You okay?” Slim fingers reached up, almost touching Cash’s face but hesitating. She didn’t care about the money or about what Cash told her sister right now, she was more concerned with the bruises forming on the fox’s face and knuckles. Cash could handle herself, Katrina knew that first hand, but that didn’t mean she should have to. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.”

It was so easy to forget that they were the same age. Kat had always looked far younger than Cash but whatever troubles the young woman had experienced, they didn’t show on her face. Meanwhile, Cash carried her grief with every step - a walking, leaking wound. Even now, she stood there, tired eyes tracking the human’s movements. As Kat reached up, Cash couldn’t help but visibly flinch away from her hand. She inwardly cursed herself for the display of weakness, expression hardening as a result.

Honey would have been disappointed in her. That thought stung more than any of the bruises starting to pepper her body. God punished me with you, Charlotte! Her mother’s shrill voice was almost deafening but Cash managed to nod tightly at Kat.

“Yeah, I’m good.” She shrugged, not quite reaching the level of nonchalance she wanted. “Thanks again.” She moved away from Kat, expelling a silent breath only after she had a put a few feet between the two of them.

“I hope I didn’t take you away from anythin’ important.” Momentarily waiting for Kat to unlock the car, Cash slid into the passenger seat of the beetle. Glancing around the interior, she was comforted by the flash of amusement of just how much the car fit Kat. It was completely unlike her own 1970 Plymouth Barracuda but it still brought the image of Kat racing the tiny car around one of the dirt racetracks.

“You ever get any speed with this thing?”

#partner: kat #AND YO SAME

When: June 2018 Where: Henry County Jail Availability: @kat-scratch--fever

“Jones, you’re free to go. Made bail.”

Cash used the sleeve of her jacket to wipe some of the blood from the corner of her mouth as she stood up from the hard, metal bench. Ignoring the sneers of her temporary cellmates, she strode out of cell. As she followed the officer through the line of cells, toward the front of the station. As the pair passed the window Cash turned her face away from her reflection, not needing to see her face to know that she looked a mess. Already a black eye was forming and her lip was split but her ribs weren’t broken and she hadn’t lost any teeth. The ‘fox considered that a win despite the otherwise shitty night.

Getting into it with a cop hadn’t been on Cash’s agenda but things rarely seemed to go her way lately. One thing was for sure though, she wasn’t going to bother Honey with another phone call from jail. Her older sister rarely had the opportunity to spend time with Revel as it was. Not to mention that Cash was pretty sure that Revel was going to clobber the new recruit, Lucky if Honey didn’t help her relax. Cash knew Honey had worried about her lately, sensing the tempest in her younger sister’s chest. She had considered calling Dixie but instead she had called a number that she didn’t even know she remembered.

After stopping to gather her belongings back up from the officers, Cash stepped into the warm Georgia night. She could hear crickets, the hoot of an owl sounding in the distance. The parking lot was almost empty but Cash had been arrested in a small town half an hour from Fairburn. And true to her nature, she had run her mouth to some of her cellmates. A few feet away, Cash could see her white knight leaning against her car.

“....Thanks.” She stopped, flicking her eyes up to Katrina’s face. “I’ll pay you back all the money, I just didn’t...” Cash trailed off, the message going unspoken.

I didn’t want to call Honey.

#ignore the police inaccuracies pls but hi i love you enjoy #partner: katrina

Ask Challenge 09/20

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When you reblog, be sure your anon /ask is on. For every ask you get, send one out. Answers are considered on the Internet/public; strikeouts are still readable. If you want, though, you can answer below that with a 'private' section to share headcanons your character wouldn't!

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amethyst: do you think age is needed for maturity?

aquamarine: do you believe the future is predetermined?

bloodstone: what words are most comforting to you?

diamond: how important is money to you?

emerald: is there anything you want to last forever?

garnet: list three of your passions

jasper: if you could revive a spirit, who would it be?

moonstone: what family do you want in the future?

opal: do you keep secrets forever?

pearl: are you stereotypically feminine?

peridot: how old do you want to live to?

ruby: what kind of love do you value the most?

sapphire: if you could control one element, what would it be?

topaz: are your current relationships with others healthy?

tourmaline: do you like the idea of having a guardian angel?

turquoise: how often do you lie?

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rileygarfield:

Energy. What was the point of life without it? How could people survive in a sleepy little town like Fairburn? If she was going to be there long, Riley was going to have to find a way to spice up the town some. As she wove her way through the crowd she could feel the ebb and flow of the energy around her, moving almost to the beat of the music.

Riley danced and spun her way through the crowd, absorbing energy from the people around her. She’d learned as she got older how to take energy without draining others completely, but a crowd like this made it far easier. She’d come under the guise of learning about Atlanta’s drug trade – what were the people buying, who was selling, how much were they charging, etc. but her real purpose was to get her energy fix. The fact that she’d managed to lift a significant amount of money off one of the morons dealing ecstasy was an added bonus. As she turned again, she caught a flash of white hair – apparently she wasn’t the only Fairburn transfer here tonight. Might as well take advantage and make a contact.

She sidled up along side the other girl, grinning mischievously. “Don’t tell anyone, but I managed to get this-” she pulled the wad of cash from her bra so that just the edge of the money was showing “-off the douche with the green hair selling E. I’m really tempted to buy some from him with his own money…you in?”

Cash slid a grin across to the bartender as he produced her shot, mouthing a “thank you” across the bar. There was no point in yelling her thanks for he had already flitted away to help another patron. Tossing back the shot, she turned to view the bar, only to have her view blocked by a petite, dark haired woman. Instinctively, Cash scented the air, looking for anything odd about her. When the smell came back human, she cocked her head to the side, arching an eyebrow.

“Well, ain’t it just my lucky day.” Her eyes roved across the mass of people, searching for the douche the woman had mentioned. Her upper lip curled in distaste as she spotted the tell-tale signs of green hair. He wasn’t a stranger to the raves, she’d seen him before and knew well enough to not buy his E. She’d heard stories about the things he cut it with and stayed far, far away from him. So, naturally, her amusement to hear that this small woman had lifted his cash was legion. She eyed her with more interest. “I mean, I wouldn’t be against it but I’d stay far away from his E, doll. Douche likes to contaminate it more than he should and I dunno ‘bout you but I ain’t looking to end up dead tonight.” Despite the toothy smile she flashed her, her words rang coldly in her chest.

“However...you really wanna stick it to him, I reckon you use his own money to buy from his competitors.” She jerked her thumb toward a tall, black haired beauty in the back, surrounded by other women, lounging on a bar stool. “Two of ‘em hate each other but she’s got the actual goods.” Cash laughed, the sound like a bell. “She might even give you a discount if you told her.”

#partner: riley #para: icarus

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The steady beat of the EDM music matched the beat of Cash’s heart as she wove through the nightclub, her hair almost glowing in the darkened room. Wisps of smoke cast a dreamlike, hazy fog around the crowd, making it almost impossible to focus on anything or anyone. Pinpricks of starlight rained from the swirling strobe, illuminating everything inside the darkened nightclub in slow, sweeping circles. As the music picked up, the pulse becoming more and more erratic, so did her heartbeat. Raves were a delightful thing to Cash, the anonymity and hedonism speaking to her soul on such a level that she couldn’t help but feel the tension ease. Her perceptive gaze flickered throughout the crowd, taking in the sell of the drugs, the grinding of bodies, the pure chaos of youth. A open supporter of the chaos, part of Cash had to fight her intrinsic compulsion to shout “Fire” instead and watch as the weaker humans raced away in a panic, screaming hysterically while the rest just laughed and continued on, ecstasy flowing through their veins. Let the good times roll. Unable to help herself from chuckling at the thought, she continued on her path until she reached the bar, ordering a shot before casting another bright-eyed glance at the crowd.

#foxfirerp #/mainly bc I'm getting pumped for porter robinson in two weeks lmfao

hollowoutthedark

He has drawn Death again, and he’s shaking again.

It’s just a card. It’s just a piece of paper with a drawing on it. Means absolutely nothing. It’s not even that scary, just ominous, and if you look closely Death himself looks like he could be a little impatient. He’s got a skeletal hand on his hip like hey dude, hurry the fuck up, you’re not the only naked dying knight around and I have other things to get to. The priest looks peeved too, although in Isaiah’s opinion most do most of the time. He laid it flat on the table in front of him, ignoring the twitching in his fingers. The stupid card has entirely distracted him and yet, despite suspicions of a bloodsucker skulking around among them, he can’t pull his attention away to even check his surroundings.

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She’s watched him draw the card again and again. It was something that caught her attention even in the haze of her mind. Another night spent drinking and smoking in the beginning only to end up with her wandering around the streets, wind whipping at her white hair. There were always weirdos in Fairburn. Hell, there were weirdos everywhere. Usually she’d ignore them and be on her way, finding no interest in the underbelly but tarot cards were something new. In a town as Southern and religious as this one, it was ballsy to pull them out in public. Her heightened gaze focused on the twitches in his hand, the predator in her noting his trembling. If he were a bunny, she’d have sunk her teeth into the nape of his neck already. However, she was human now and couldn’t snap his neck so instead, she slid into the seat opposite of him, headphones hanging around her neck.

“Fate give you that card often?”

#partner: isaiah

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Now maybe I did not mean to treat you bad But I did it anyway

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datlas

split knuckles, spilled milk || cash + dallas

She was his responsibility. Honey might say otherwise. Hell, Cash would, and he knew it well– Cash was her own woman and had been for as long as Dallas had known her, but it changed absolutely fucking nothing. He was loyal to the bone for all of his girls, whether they wanted it or not, but Cash was something special.

Her people, she’d called him, but only the once; only too drunk to think but not quite too drunk to talk, when she’d sprawled her small frame over his floor and declared him hers. He’d laughed– the bourbon didn’t allow for much else by means of reaction– but the sentiment stuck long after the vicious hangovers waned. Dallas was her people, come hell or high water, come good times and bad, come split knuckles and spilled milk.

A stolen car and harebrained escape plan was little different from their regular tomfoolery. As an up-and-coming small business owner and the face of his family’s franchise he ought to have been a little more careful about the business he dabbled in, a little more cautious about the deals he shook a calloused hand over, but something about this development had his blood thrumming through his veins. He’d heard– they’d all heard– about Cash’s knuckle-busting and the insult that rat frat bastard threw Katrina’s way. Had Dallas been there himself, they’d be dealing with more than just a stolen Charger, so he reckoned he owed Cash that much, at least. (His breathtaking ability to rationalize away any and all of Cash’s mistakes would’ve ashamed him, had he been capable in any way of realizing it.)

Still, he’d been around long enough to know what Cash would need. A quick dump for the Charger, naturally, but a half-empty bottle of whiskey (which lived in his liquor cabinet but belonged to Charlotte exclusively), a fresh roll of bandages (thank you, Fairview Mall), and a well-worn first-aid box (which had been opened in her presence more often than not), he was as ready as he’d ever be for Cash to burst on to the scene.

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Cash took a long drag from her cigarette, expression blank as she sat in the stolen car. Night had fallen, coating Fairburn in inky darkness. She preferred it that way. It made things easier to slip in and out without ever being noticed. And if there was one thing Cash was good at, it was not being noticed. It worked well in her favor. Compared to some of her sisters, she was perfectly plain and preferred it that way. No one ever noticed the white-haired Chronicler slip her fingers into a pocket when they were distracted by the beauty of Siren or Honey. Hell, when Dixie was around, Cash was all but invisible. God, she loved it.

Dallas had agreed to help her, so she couldn’t leave him waiting too much longer. Her rare loyalty refused to leave him hanging. There was something about the tall Auxiliary that eased some of her chaos. Perhaps it was the fact that he understand her perfectly. Perhaps it was the fact that he returned her wit barb for barb or that he understood her incessant need to race cars. Maybe it was the fact he continuously wrapped her bruised knuckles without ever questioning or reprimanding her.

She flicked the cigarette out the window before turning on the charger, the heady purr of the engine sending her into a blissful state. She had dodged questions about what had happened at the bar, besides a few texts sent to Revel. She hadn’t told anyone about what had happened with Kat or the fact that beating someone bloody had eased the tempest that had swirled in her chest since Delta’s death. The casual splitting of her knuckles was nothing compared to the splitting in her chest. The drive to Dallas’ was smooth, no sign of a cop around. She wasn’t too worried, she’d learned how to deal with the 5-0 in her years as a runaway with Honey. After parking and turning off the car, she slid out of the vehicle sliding toward the door.

She opened the door, chin tilting up defiantly. Old habits died hard. The sight of the dark haired giant led a smirk to slip onto her face. Her eyes glittered with pride as she sauntered over to him. “Now, I know what you’re thinking, life without me around would totally be a bummer but it’s alright, I’m here now.”

#para: split knuckles spilled milk #partner: dallas #this is so late I'm so so so so sorry #forgive me

kat-scratch--fever

In stores? Available for purchase? Because it’s September?

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Don’t play me, kitty kat. Have they started stocking enough candy corn for the end of the world?

#dash: kat

ohcrapshesup

The candy aisle? There’s no difference between regular and Halloween candy anyway.

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Incorrect, love bug! There’s a huge difference in types of candy, packaging and marketing. Where the frick frack are my giant spheres of caramel corn, Sarah? Where they at?

#dash: siren

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Where’s the Halloween candy, already?