stone cold

arya stark. math major. skater. graffiti artist. advocate.

[aryaundcrfoot]

winterfcllwolves‌:

If they’d been younger, perhaps Robb would have chided her on her language. But as they were both adults, he simply shrugged off her exclamation and raised a brow before chuckling, his laugh deep. “Of course she would,” he responded. “I don’t think she cares to change her ways now.” Robb moved to the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of beer, taking off the caps before handing one to his sister, listening as she detailed why their mother was angry. “You reminded her you’re not a child, yeah?” he inquired, head tilted to the side. Robb knew that the easiest solution would be to get Arya out of the family house, but he knew she’d need someplace to go. He groaned. “You need to move the hell out of that bloody house,” he remarked. “But we both know she doesn’t hate you. She just…doesn’t understand you.”

“You say that, but she was really embarrassed while she tried to explain the situation to the fire fighter. I think it finally made her realize that it’s never going to happen. Why does she want me to be more like Sansa anyway?” She accepted the beer and took a generous swig from the bottle. “Loudly and repeatedly, and she kept yelling that I was her child so that didn’t matter. I don’t know what the hell that means, but I never know what she’s shouting about.” She narrowed her eyes at her brother. “Are you going to let me move in with you? No? Living with Sansa would be absolutely no better, and I’m at Jon and Talla’s enough as it is. I can’t afford my own place without a job, and I can’t get a job and keep up with school so here we are.” She took another long drink. “It’s been twenty years. You’d think she’d try a little harder. I didn’t even do anything wrong.”

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sansastcrk‌:

Her phone was constantly in her hand, a trait she was beginning to really hate about herself. Sansa was answering email after never ending email. It didn’t stop her from giving her little sister some encouraging fashion advice. “What happened to all the nice stuff I got you for your birthday?” She asked, though knowing it was highly likely they were buried in Arya’s wardrobes with the tags still on. The idea of it made her want to laugh and cry at the same time. Until once again she was lost to the world reading yet another line on her screen. Arya’s hand inches from her face shook her back into reality. “Sorry, I did it again didn’t I?” Sansa asked a little ashamed before shoving the phone into the depths of her handbag and holding her hands up in surrender. “I’m all yours. What’s the idea?”

Arya did her very best not to cringe at Sansa’s question. “Well, one was a dress which doesn’t really fit with... my lifestyle, and the rest-” What was the nice way of saying ‘heinous’? “Didn’t really go with anything else I own.” She finally settled on saying. It wasn’t as if Arya wanted to hurt her sister’s feelings. At least she was trying, and that wasn’t nothing. But Sansa spent nearly all day in an office or studio or next to a runway, where expensive clothes that you couldn’t move around in made sense. Arya spent her time climbing building and getting road rash. The clothes bought for her would be rags before the end of the day. “Yes. You did it again.” She glared. “I found the sword that’s in the painting in Dad’s office. It’s legit and for sale, but I need everyone to pitch in to buy it.”

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ofsevenkingdoms‌:

“It’s a stress thing - I don’t smoke often, just when life gets… a bit much. Which it currently is with work, and Christmas, and all that shit.” Sylva gave a nonplussed flick of her hand. There were better things to do with her time than give an expose on the intricacies of her coping mechanisms to a judgmental, delinquent stranger. 

“Fair.” Sylva shrugged, and laughed ever so slightly. “The less I know the better when I’m called into court, right?” This girl didn’t seem like a murderer - just someone looking to make a bit of trouble and get the adrenaline kicking. “Oh thank the gods, that’s pretty tame as far as crimes go - I can’t say I find much of a problem in being a nuisance for some rich developer. Art is art whether its on a gallery wall or a slab of concrete, right?” She smirked, and put her hands in her pockets against the cold sneaking in from outside. “The cops recognise you? Fuck, you must be prolific. Done anything big and impressive ‘round here that I might have seen?”

“Is life ever not a bit much?” Arya asked with a dark chuckle. She almost groaned at the mention of Christmas. If this person thought that the holiday was stressful already, she could only imagine how they would feel to buy a present for five siblings every year. Especially if you didn’t want to repeat what you bought anyone the year before. “What do you do?”

Grey eyes cut over to the other women and a smile rose ever so slightly on Arya’s face. “Oh don’t worry. They never get me in court.” Which was, shockingly, true. Somehow it was always resolved outside a courtroom, usually with a lot of very serious looks from her mother, promises that her father always intended to keep, and a lot of community service. “This isn’t the only thing that I get in trouble for, but I’ve done a few things around here. There’s a portrait of my dog about a block up, and near the subway down there I did a pair of grey eyes.”

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drinkup-buttercup‌:

The walk to work was usually uneventful, Theon humming to a song on his phone, one earbud in, pausing only to take a gulp from the large energy drink in his hand. The Golden Kraken, which was mostly named as a prod towards his brother’s profession (and unyielding fascination with krakens), had boomed from hole-in-the-wall to seaside hot spot. Being owner proved to have some overwhelming responsibility to it, but there were nights like these that Theon intended to take over the bar and get the fun flowing right along with his drinks. 

He was going over a few specials in his head when the sounds of sirens blaring close by had him pausing and ripping his earbud out. Flashing lights could be seen bouncing between the buildings, and he was just wondering to himself who could be causing trouble when he turned his head and spotted Arya, panting and looking as troublesome as ever. 

He cocked a brow at her, not at all phased by her warning. 

“Fuckin’ delinquent.” He snorted softly, drinking down what was left in the can before crushing it and tossing it into one of the bins beside her. “Come on then. Might as well lay low at the bar so no one has to bail your ass out tonight.”

Theon had been practically a part of the family for years now. He was like one of her own brothers down to their incessant bickering and taunting. Of all the people who could have caught her in the back alley, she supposed he was one of the best. There was very little chance that he’d run home and tell her mother what she’d been up to (god knows he’d be a hypocrite if he did), and there was no chance in the world he’d draw the cops to her. The only downside was that he would definitely be telling at least one of her brothers. Probably Robb, and then it would be a toss up if they decided to tell mum or not.

“Takes one to know one.” She sneered and checked over her shoulder one more time to be sure that the sirens and lights were still traveling away from them. Quickly she pulled her purple hair up into an elastic band. Hopefully, a bun would hide the majority of the color and it wouldn’t be so easy to spot. Arya held her hand out to Theon. “Give me your coat.”

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idiotbaratheon‌:

There was nothing pressing in his day except the need to return to his place or grabbing a well-deserved beer somewhere for the tedious work he did throughout the day. Whatever plans he had were interrupted and the urgency in the woman’s voice was enough for his temper to be postponed. There were people following the woman and Gendry took off at the first chance he had, not needing a ticket for running a light. The police knew him enough that they wouldn’t hesitate to give him a ticket for Christmas. 

Gendry didn’t know this woman and didn’t know what had just happened, but thought that he deserved at least a sliver of information after letting him and his bike help her in the getaway process. “Probably not,” Gendry replied honestly, putting his hands up defensively. The only thing he witnessed was the flash of purple hair behind him and two boys who didn’t seem pleased at her for leaving. 

“I don’t usually let strangers hop on whenever they want-or anyone for that matter,” Gendry assured, thinking that he only did it for help when it was convenient or no other choice, but this would be a first for doing it for someone without thinking about it. Gendry leaned against his bike, his eyes on the woman and any worrying thoughts about the situation simmered at her explanation. “Maybe you should have hit them a bit harder. Would have knocked them out and been more deserving. Was the couple okay?” Gendry asked with intrigue, his opinion shifting from a strange woman with purple hair to someone who was generous with purple hair. “Anytime, just don’t let it become a regular thing,” Gendry replied with a quick grin before pushing himself away. “If you need to be somewhere else I can allow you one more ride.”

“Then why ask that to begin with? Why not just ask whatever it is you want to know instead? You’re holding me verbally hostage with inane questions.” Arya quirked one brow up. He didn’t seem like the sort to murder her in an alleyway, but she wouldn’t have a problem challenging him even if he was. Arya crossed her arms in front of her chest, pausing momentarily from walking away to hear him out. He had done her a favor, afterall. She took the moment to study him. He was surprisingly tall. It wasn’t obvious while he was sitting on the bike, but now that he was standing, it was impossible not to notice. He also had strikingly blue eyes.

“I don’t usually jump on randos rides either, but this was an exceptional case. I wasn’t particularly keen on having a bunch of frat boy assholes fuck me up.” She shrugged. “I hit him hard enough to break a skateboard, and not a shitty one either. That’s pretty damn hard, alright? I knocked him out for a good ten minutes.” That might be a slight exaggeration, but not by much. “They’re fine, I think. I distracted the others until they could get someone public and safe. Hence the spray-painted idiots. I wanted all their attention on me. It would have been easy to get away if I hadn’t broken my board, but the chances of me getting far away on foot was pretty slim which is why I hopped onto the back of your bike.”

Her eyes narrowed curiously at the man. “;Anytime’ and ‘not regularly’ are directly contradictory to one another, but don’t worry. I don’t plan on doing anything like this again soon... though things rarely go to plan.” She mumbled the final sentence under her breath. “Oh, you’ll allow it, will you?” Her surprised expression fell into an amicable smirk. “Thanks again, but I don’t want to take up any more of your time. I can probably walk or hitchhike the rest of the way.” Arya said before turning to walk away once more.

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winterfcllwolves‌:

Robb was fresh out of the shower when he heard his sister’s voice coming from the door. Damnit; why had he given her a key? He dried off quickly, shrugging on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, using the towel to dry his hair as he walked out into the sitting room. His eyebrows rose at her dramatics, but Robb had long ago gotten used to them. “What was it about today?” he asked, leaning against the wall, head still toweling off his russet curls. “Did she try to buy you a dress again?” He smirked at his own joke – which, admittedly, was not a very good one – and moved into the kitchen. “Do you want a drink? I have some beers left over from the last time Maron and I watched the game.”

“Fucking Hell!” Arya jumped as Robb appeared in the sitting room. She hadn’t heard him at all. She ran a nervous hand through her recently dyed purple hair. “Do you really think she’d buy me any more dresses after last time?” A chuckle escaped her. “A drink would definitely be appreciated.” She took another bite of her apple and sighed loudly. “That woman hates me. Every single thing I do is wrong, and she overreacts to all of it. All I did was come home late last night, admittedly it was on a motorcycle, but she hasn’t stopped shouting about it since.” Arya groaned, leaning her head back and staring at the ceiling. “I miss you and Jon and Theon being home. At least then one of you could distract her or calm her down.” She then turned her head to Robb. “It’s not like I’m going around doing anything gnarly.”

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ofsevenkingdoms‌:

“I’m well aware.” Sylva chuckled under her breath - it was a salient warning from a girl who seemed well invested in living on the edge, if the sirens were any indicator. “We’ve all got bad habits. I have to do something to keep life interesting that’s not running from the cops, which seems more like your niche, no?” There was no malice to her joke, though she itched with curiosity as to the circumstances.

Sylva shut the door behind them, muffling the siren sounds outside. “Nice to meet you, Arya. I’m Sylva.” One dark brow was lifted in question. “So what do they want you for? Please tell me I’m not harboring a murderer.” 

Arya raised a brow in question at her response. It wasn’t unexpected, certainly. Everyone knew that cigarettes were bad. Every other commercial bitched about it. While the health hazard was concerning, Arya was far more annoyed by the smell. They just smelled miserable and the smoke infected everything near it. She could smell a smoker the instant they walked in a room, much to her dismay. “And yet you still do it. Are you a fatalist or something?” She shrugged. “Running from the cops isn’t an interest or niche of mine. It’s simply a byproduct of it.”

“Likewise.” She responded simply, her eyes roaming the apartment complex. “If I were a murderer, I certainly wouldn’t tell you.” Nor would she be running on foot or stopping anywhere until she got to one of her brothers. “I was tagging a new building when the cops drove by. I assume they had nothing better to do tonight, and it was one that recognizes me. It’s not that big a deal.”

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@sansastcrk​

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Arya asked and looked down at her outfit. It didn’t seem bad to her. Sure, her jeans were pretty old and getting really ragged from wear and tear of falling on the road while skating, but overall, she looked fine. Leather jacket, flannel button-up, a hand-me-down shirt, and docs. It was a classic Arya look. “I like my clothes.” She shrugged. “I don’t even understand what you’re wearing. Is this a thing now?” Arya asked and quickly shook her head. “But that’s besides the point. You’re distracting me from why I came here. Hey-” She waved her hand in front of her sister’s face. “Hey! Stop what you’re doing for a second and listen to me. I don’t think your boss is going to kill you for taking your eyes off whatever project she has you on for, like, ten minutes, right? So listen, I had an idea for a Christmas present for Dad, but I need your help.”

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@jcntargarycn​

“Hey there, Ghostie.” Arya crooned and ran both hands through the fur of the great, fluffy white dog. She scratched carefully behind his ears and laughed when Ghost made the attempt lick her nose. “Stop.” She said and gently pushed his nose away. Arya stood up and walked into the bar owned by her brother. A few of the regulars waved to her when she crossed the threshold. She made a beeline for the bar. A grin easily spread across her face when her eyes met an all too familiar gaze. People had always thought it a bit strange that the only sibling she looked anything like was the adopted one. Sansa used to say that it was because she was adopted too, but their father quickly put that teasing to bed. 

Arya slid into her usual stool and leaned over the bar to attempt to grab her own glass. “Okay. Don’t freak out or anything, but I need you to help me cover something up.” She said casually, glancing up to Jon while still reaching out for a glass. “Wait- Did you purposefully put these right out of my reach?”

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@winterfcllwolves​

“Robb!” Arya called through the home of her eldest brother. She leaned her new board up against the wall next to the door and dropped her backpack next to it. “Robb!” She shouted again as she plucked an apple off of the kitchen counter and took a bite. She didn’t hesitate to poke and prod through the mail that was laying on the counter too. He shouldn’t be at practice today, and there was definitely no game. Arya had never missed one of those. He should be home. There was no response yet, and all she could do was pray that he didn’t have a trollop up in his room or something. “Robb! I got in a fight with mom again! I’m going to hang out here for a while!” Arya collapsed onto his couch and whispered, “Continue to say nothing if that’s okay...”

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ofsevenkingdoms‌:

Sylva raised an eyebrow at the sight of the girl pressed up against the bricks, and exhaled the smoke of her cigarette into the night air. Smoking was one of her less frequent vices, but after the work-week she’d had, it felt deserved, even if she had to traipse all the way to her apartment’s ground floor to indulge in it. 

“Oh, sweetheart, I’d never dream of it.” She answered leisurely, flicking the cigarette butt onto the floor and putting it out with the toe of one heeled shoe that she’d been too lazy to remove on returning home. “They sound like they’re passing, but you might be better to hide in here while they do.” Sylva held open the door to her apartment building’s stairwell and nodded inside, equal parts intrigued by what her story could possibly be, and supportive of anyone who was out at this time of night causing a little trouble. 

Arya took another deep breath and stood up straight. Her eyes trailed up and down the woman that had been standing in her hiding place. She then waved her hand in front of her face to disperse the smoke. “You know those things’ll kill you, right?” She asked, gesturing to the cigarette in the woman’s hand. “At least that’s what all the doctors say.” 

The woman had a strange air about her that unnerved Arya slightly, though she couldn’t quite put a finger on the reason why. Yet at the moment, it made more sense to trust her than to stay in the alley and potentially get caught. She checked over her shoulder a final time before stepping into the apartment building. “Thanks. I’m Arya.” She offered in her best attempt at being polite.

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idiotbaratheon‌:

There wasn’t a lot of things on Gendry’s agenda on days when he wasn’t at the auto shop, thinking that with it being the holiday season he should think about presents and seeing family but was currently procrastinating both. Usually, he would wait until last minute to purchase any gifts, but knew that the queues in the shops would be massive and sometimes didn’t go at all. Gendry was procrastinating seeing his family since there was only a handful that he could manage and everyone else was intolerable. He knew that most families were like this during the holiday or any given time of the year, but Gendry avoided the cause as best he could. 

Gendry braked at a stoplight, his hands curled around the bars of his motorcycle when he heard a noise emit from the side. It was not his business and certainly didn’t want to involve himself but looked in his side mirror to see if you could find anything. He startled when a woman latched herself onto his bike and Genry was nearly about to shove her off as rudely as she had jumped on when he noticed the alertness that indicated she needed help. Usually, he didn’t allow anyone to touch his bike and didn’t know anyone who would want to ride it with him. 

“Fuck, okay. Hang on, then.” The light turned green and Gendry squeezed the accelerator and was moving again except with an added person on the motorcycle. He weaved through traffic in an aimless direction in an attempt to get the woman away from wherever or whoever she was avoiding. He exited onto a side road behind a building and kicked his stand to prop the bike up. Gendry took his helmet off and glanced behind him. “Do I get to ask questions about what the hell that was?”

Feet pounded down the pavement behind her. Three boys with paint splattered faces and one with a bloody nose appeared in her vision. Their eyes were scanning the crowd, likely for her purple hair. They didn’t seem like the type to have a problem hitting a girl. The bloody nosed bastard that started this whole thing pointed directly at her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Go!” She cried again as they all started running at them. The bike took off with a start. Arya wrapped her arms around the torso of the mystery driver in an effort to hold on while they sped through the traffic. 

Arya breathed easier as the street corner disappeared behind them. She’d only just begun to relax again when he pulled off onto a side road, and it dawned on her that her driver could be a murderer or something. The moment that he put the kickstand down, Arya slid off the bike and started to walk down the alleyway. “Why? Will it stop you from asking questions if I say no?” She asked, regretting her broken skateboard momentarily as she realized how far away she was from home. 

“Look, I’m not a criminal or anything, alright? I just hate bullies.” She said over her shoulder as she took a few more steps. “The homophobic asshole was harassing a couple back there, and I stepped in to stop it. It may have involved breaking a skateboard on his face and spray-painting the eyes of his goons.” Arya shrugged. “As as I broke said skateboard, I didn’t really have an escape route, but hey, thanks for the ride.” She winked.

[randomlyrj]

“Well, you’ll be happy to know I’m 100% delicious… like this apple.”

[aryaundcrfoot]

@idiotbaratheon​

Crack.

The sound of the board snapping against his back was much sharper and louder than Arya had anticipated. Shit. She’d paid a lot for that board too. It was her favorite, but she’d swung it without hesitation. Arya placed herself between the boy squirming in pain and those he and his friends had been tormenting. Her steel grey eyes were burning like molten metal as she glared the rest of the boys down. “Leave them alone!” She nearly growled. If she got in trouble one more time, Robb and Jon would murder her, but this was an exceptional case. In no world could Arya ever let someone go defenseless, especially not against a prissy-boy asshole like the blonde she’d decimated with the skateboard. 

She glanced behind her at the couple now clinging to one another. “Run.” She whispered. “I’ll keep them here.” The two appreciative boys nodded and made a beeline for the nearest coffee house. Arya turned her attention back to the three who had finally gotten over the shock of their friend laying flat on the ground.  The odds were not in her favor in a fight. Her eyes searched around her for a quick out. A ladder, a dumpster near a short roof, an alleyway too small for anyone else to fit down, but the only thing she saw was the red tail lights of a motorcycle down the way. All she had to do was get to it.

Arya reached into her backpack and pulled out one of her cans of spray paint and quickly began to shake it. Two steps and a sweeping spray into the eyes. Then she ran with everything she could muster to the bike, jumping onto the back of it without bothering to ask permission. “Go! Now! Go! Go!”

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The sounds of sirens grew louder and louder in Arya’s ears as she sprinted down the alleyway. Her lungs and calves were burning with effort, but stopping now was not an option. She tossed her skateboard over the fence at the end of the alley and began the laborious task of climbing over the entwined metal. Her feet reverberated with shock as she landed on the other side. Arya snatched up her board and took off running again. 

“Robb’s going to fucking kill me.” Arya rounded a sharp corner and pressed her back up against the bricks, breathing heavily. The sirens sounded like they were about to pass, but she noticed a pair of eyes on her. She whipped her head up and narrowed her gaze. “Don’t you say one word. Got it?”