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❝ Don't be fooled, my dear. ❞ Aurora "Echo" Price - 20 - Engineer Major ❝ That could be your biggest regret. ❞

[ronanexe]

aurora;

Ronan groaned at the sound of the feminine voice. A comment like that could only have come from Margot or Aurora; or the five foot murderesses, as he sometimes called them. He wasn’t sure if either of them had actually killed people, but, honestly, it wouldn’t surprise him if they had. Especially Margot. She scared the shit out of him. Something that wasn’t very easy to accomplish. “Let me finish my coffee before you do that, huh?” He brought the mug up to his lips, keeping an eye on her over the rim. “By the way, you didn’t text me the other day, did you?” He raised an eyebrow, referencing the message that had ultimately led the school to being put on lock down for hours. 

[auroraecho-blog]

Aurora’s eyebrows tugged down in confusion, as if letting him finish his coffee would be an absurd thing to do. Who puts a pause to getting rid of ants? She pursed her lips and turned away, leaning against the railing as she stared at a group of girls passing by. “Hm? That whole game wasn’t done by me, but credit to whoever it had been. Trapping all the mice in with the cat. Such a let down that nothing happened, not even a little riot,” Aurora sighed dramatically, moving to face Ronan and reaching out to brush her fingers along his arm. “No pretty faces like your own were hurt. Lucky, lucky you.”

[auroraecho-blog]

✉️ maleficent

Damon: uh yeah it's fucking better. who wants to fuck in a crummy ass cemetery when you could be doing it on an epic fucking mountain

Damon: there's usually more than one girl at a funeral

Aurora: but why a mountain? why so high? are you compensating for a small dick? impress her with a mountain to distract her from that?

Aurora: would you just fuck any girl who you come across?

[auroraecho-blog]

✉️ maleficent

Damon: idk nothing in particular. i felt like having a laugh

Damon: that's a boring dream fuck. mine is to fuck someone in those mountains in new zealand where they filmed lotr

Damon: so go to a cemetery during a funeral and find someone interested

Aurora: and fucking someone in the mountains is any better? you can't try to wake the dead with your moaning so what's the fun in that?

Aurora: but i'm picky, it can't just be any girl.

[auroraecho-blog]

✉️ maleficent

Damon: thanks for the tip e. l. james

Damon: boring i already got that answer

Damon: fountain sounds awesome though, i'm saving that for later

Aurora: what are you looking for in particular?

Aurora: my dream is to do it in a cemetery

Aurora: no one seems to want to take me up on that offer

[margotelcdie]

Something inside of Aurora flicked on at the sound of the girl’s voice. A light switch, she was alert and ready to exchange banter with someone that may just think the way that she did. “The ants go marching one by one, hurrah,” she spoke the lyrics, eyes scanning the crowd of students, feeling suddenly overwhelmed. “They all don’t realize it, but they’re not real. Imaginary, you know? They’re figments of an imagination that doesn’t belong to you or I or them.”

[auroraecho-blog]

“That’s one way to think about the world, but how much fun is that?” Aurora questioned, whipping around to face Margot. “I prefer to think of all of them as little dolls to play with. They think they’re in control of their own fates, they can do whatever they want, but really they’re little dolls in a dollhouse and I’m the storyteller,” she said as she turned back to the crowd. Bright, excited eyes took in the sight before her as if it held so much potential for what was playing through her head. “It would take a few little whispers, a few little moves, and I’d have all my dolls spinning on their heads. I almost feel bad for them, so naive.”

[auroraecho-blog]

The sound of heels clicked on the floor of the empty hallway, Aurora’s humming the only other sound stirring the air. It felt so quiet, so dead and it sent shivers down Aurora’s body and a smile on her lips. If only it could be that way always, but soon enough it would be the end of class time and the halls would be swarmed with little ants, racing, racing, racing around from one place to another. Finally Aurora made it to the doors of the building and pushed it open to step outside. “Aw, isn’t that just tragic. Atticus is still standing,” she said with a dramatic sigh as the door closed behind her. “Too many ants, much too many ants. Someone bring the exterminator.”

[auroraecho-blog]

📲 open

Harleen: im getting hit on by some pervy old man

Harleen: apparently 'touch me and i'll break your finger' is not hint enough that i don't want anything to do with him

Aurora: you were much too nice, little bird.

Aurora: breaking a finger is so tame.

[auroraecho-blog]

✉️ open

Damon: what's the weirdest place you've ever had sex

Aurora: there is no weird place to have sex

Aurora: but i suppose there was that time under a stage while there was a performance going on

Aurora: or that time in the fountain of a park

[auroraecho-blog]

text; wrong number!

Perry: Masterbating to Tolstoy. You?Aurora: Playing with knives.

Aurora: I'm having more fun, clearly.

[auroraecho-blog]

what's your favorite childhood memory?

“One of my foster brothers, little Johnny, wouldn’t come out from under the bed like a little scared cat and tried to bite our foster parents when they went to grab him to pull him out. He kept yelling monsters don’t hide in closets anymore. He was the cutest little thing... I miss him.”

[auroraecho-blog]

[ftomakaio]

“I dont scream much.” He nodded. “My actual name is Arturo.” The boy said, not caring if his accent was becoming stronger with each word. “I like flowers… and baking. Im from Spain. Wouldn’t that mean id have to pee out dough too.”

[auroraecho-blog]

Aw. Aurora pursed her lips at the knowledge that he didn’t scream much. A lot of people had told her that. I could prove you wrong, little bird. “Flowers and baking, oh my! Aren’t you just the darling of Atticus. Next you’ll be telling me you do good deeds and volunteer at shelters.” With a yawn, she gave him a bored expression. “And no, you would shit out dough if you wanna get technical about it.” Her eyes flicked to the crowds around them, Aurora watching a few people in interest. “So many. Who do you think won’t last the night? My bet is on that boy over there. He looks ready to faint, poor thing. We should have some fun with him.”

[ftomakaio]

“I was dragged in here.” He mumbled as he ran his hand through his hair “Im Churro.”

[auroraecho-blog]

“But you weren’t kicking and screaming. How boring. How tragic.” Aurora let her hand fall from the glass, a fluttering leaf of a thought falling through her head of how much force it would take for a person to break the glass. Entice a fight. Hope someone sends another person through the window. Sail. Sail. Down. “Churro,” Aurora repeated as she turned completely around to look at the other. “Churro. I knew a dog once named Churro. He died.” The smile on her lips was none too pleasing. “What’s interesting about you? Do you piss cinnamon sugar?”

[ftomakaio]

Churro bit on his lip, hard. He hated being trapped like this especially in a crowded place. It made him nervous. He let out a long breathe. “Huh.” He mumbled nervously. “I-I’d rather be outside, getting fresh air, and watching the stars.

[auroraecho-blog]

A corner of her lips twitched, Aurora’s eyes returning to stare outside. “Pity, pity. Little bird trapped in a cage.” Her fingers curled in, nails scraping across the window glass. “Maybe you should risk going outside. I’d love to see what would happen. Do you think they’d drag you back in kicking and screaming?”

[auroraecho-blog]

“Peculiar, isn’t it?” Aurora’s voice cut through the air in a soft breeze, words drawn out slowly as if she were piecing together a mystery one clue at a time. Doll-like eyes stared out the window she was perched near, fingers pressed against the glass even as she slid her gaze to the person closest to her. “Trapped students. Murderer amongst us. Chaos and distractions everywhere.” Aurora let out a dreamy sigh before a slow smile tugged at the corners of her pink lips. “How long before all the little mice begin to realize that a lockdown might not be the best idea?”