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[felix-carmack-deactivated202012]

In this ‘new world’ Kelly was different maybe most people were and maybe that was a good thing. It was almost like when she looked in the mirror she wasn’t really seeing herself anymore but maybe this Kelly was the Kelly she was always meant to be. The person who learns or has learned to help people rather than talking down to them or making them feel small for no reason.  Kelly really hadn’t been sleeping much these days as she’d been working and studying so much at the hospital, she was studying up on everything and anything that could and would make one sick and on top of that, she had a close eye on her who was still in her coma. With her eye on her book that she had thankfully found in the libary her looked up when she heard a sound. 

Hello. Who’s there?” She asked, her voice strong in order to not sound scared. 

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becca had held out on talking to kelly, she seemed to be becoming the town’s doctor, and she did not need someone noticing symptoms just yet. but with everything that happened, with everything she’d seen, it was hard not to drift to someone who might have answers. 

becca drove the car, she had answered peyton’s call and immediately sped her way over, sam in the passenger seat with not a word in the air. two bodies dragged into her suv, a third whimpering between them, it was traumatizing. 

she had powered through the worst of it, she hoped, but something kept pulling her back to the hospital. maybe it was guilt. maybe it was fear. maybe it was everything she couldn’t say. 

she didn’t know what she was doing until her feet were pushing through the halls and her hand gripped tight on her abdomen. 

“ kelly ? hey, it’s becca... can we talk ? “

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[alinastarvko]

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elletomkxns‌:

“I miss the treehouse.” Elle agreed. She felt funny going back there alone, even though Becca did seem like the type who would understand. “Did you know him?” It was stupid. The words came flying out of her mouth before she even had a chance to think about it. An apology came immediately after. “I’m sorry, that was stupid. We don’t have to talk about it.”

“ maybe we can go back there sometime... after all of this washes over--- god, if it washes over. with this town’s luck, though... i’m not sure. “ a heavy sigh fell from becca’s plump and slightly chapped lips. the night had drained her completely, and she was sure she was probably dehydrating as they spoke, but her mind was filled with bigger worries. elle’s question had becca’s eyes snapping up, the sudden sense of it all hitting her, and before she could explain, elle was apologizing.

“ no, no it’s okay. “ becca sniffled, gently waving the girl down. “ it’s not stupid... you’re curious, it’s okay. “ she gave her a soft, wavering smile before she took a deep breath. “ he uh... he’s hannah’s twin, i knew him a bit... talked to him in high school but... no, i didn’t really know him... i drove them here. uh, after peyton found them... “

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notpiphalstead‌:

pip knew that not many people were loving the current state of affairs. job rotation sucked, all the jobs sucked, and basically everything sucked. but for pip that was just normal, the way of things, the average american lifestyle. she was used to it. all these softy suburban kids? fat chance.

but she had done her due diligence as the inner-city bad influence around here. “there we go, that’s the attitude i like to see!” she applauded with a wry chuckle. “enjoy some time off, bitch.”

becca had dealt with change--- above all else, she knew change like an old friend. once her dad died, her whole world flipped; her mother became an entirely different person, her childhood home was sold away, her new house had a million problems that her mother had no intent on fixing, and now this. the world flip, the baby, it was changing everything. but becca relied on routine, on fact and no fortune, so the sudden change of heart was a surprise, even for her. 

the girl applauded her, and becca stifled a small laugh, though her heart wasn’t truly in it. “ you have a thing for corruption, huh ? “

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wildguard‌:

he wasn’t doing this right. any of it. he couldn’t help darby, and she would know how to make becca feel better. and he couldn’t help becca, and she would know how to make darby feel better. so what was he good for? he wasn’t used to feeling so useless.

he pushed air out slowly, trying to remember how to breathe. was there a sad way to breathe? he was just fucking up constantly. “i-” clark trailed off, completely lost. the silence was literally hurting him. say anything! “well, that’s really… really good that you could help. i mean, not everybody could, like, react fast enough and… stuff.”

becca knew what was happening, the expressions flooding his face had faced her many times before. but the problem was, he shouldn’t be worrying about her, he had so many more important things to occupy his find--- first and foremost, darby. 

the panic ensued across clark’s face, and becca couldn’t stand it anymore. her hand moved to grip the boy’s arm, her eyes catching his gaze as she forced a smile across weak lips. “ hey, clark--- it’s okay. you don’t have to say anything, you don’t have to worry about me... just keep your mind on darby, okay ? she’s the one that needs you right now. even if you don’t know what to do... i’m sure that just being with her is help all enough. you have no idea what it means to know that you still have people, even if you’ve just lost someone. she might not want it now... but she will. she’s gonna need it. “

[alinastarvko]

top10 the society characters as voted by the fandom → #7. Becca Gelb 

⤷ “I feel like such an asshole because I didn’t get a choice! I didn’t get a choice about being a mother. A mother. God. You’re supposed to want to have a baby, right?”

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notpiphalstead‌:

with all her time dealing with shady characters—both in childhood and currently—pip thought she’d racked up quite an ability to read people. and with becca, it wasn’t exactly hard. all the dreading of this task and the wishing for company was written all over her face. but pip was not acquainted with sympathy. “whatever you want, girl.”

she pushed open the already-open door to devon’s room and stood aside. “looks like you missed him.”

becca had a hard time putting her mask on since the world had come to a standstill. that, and the ever-present danger in new ham. she was running on thin wires and a flickering spark that was keeping her on her feet. one wrong move, and she was gonna crash. the girl led her to devon’s room, and it was clear he was already gone. 

“ shit... “ the girl groaned, eyes scanning over the list in front of her. no way she was getting that done alone. “ fuck it, one day of rations gone isn’t going to kill me. “

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notpiphalstead‌:

pip could sense the plea for help she was about to get coming from a mile away. multiple miles, really. and no way was she doing devon’s shit. she rare;y showed up for her own. she pushed past her in the doorway, leading the way to devon’s room. “just don’t do it,” pip suggested, voice drenched in indifference.

becca wasn’t about to beg for help, she wasn’t the type to do so, but she really was dreading doing this all alone. it was time consuming, and she’d end up distracted ten minutes in without someone doing it with her. as the girl pushed past, becca followed. “ kinda need to eat, so i’m gonna say no. “

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notpiphalstead‌:

pip didn’t understand the weird vibes coming off her right now. it was just a bra. just tits. every girl had them. but she kept her judgement to herself and let the expressions on her face do the talking. she usually found that sufficient to scare most people away. she considered her question, shrugging. devon would hate her if she gave him up. then again, did she care? “you could try his actual room, which is at the end of the hall. but if he knows you’re on the lookout, that’s probably the last place he’d be.”

becca wasn’t even sure why she was being weird--- maybe it was attraction, maybe it was because she hadn’t seen someone naked in a while, and to be honest, she wasn’t too keen on finding out. as the girl started talking again, becca made a mental note of the boys room, she wasn’t looking to have a repeat of this. “ well, great, probably gonna have do to this shit alone.”

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notpiphalstead‌:

one arm went to her hip as the other pulled her hair out of the back of her shirt. she wasn’t bothered, plenty of people had seen her shirtless and plenty more would. she scoffed, hearing that explanation. “yeah, sorry, dev’s probably not coming,” pip told her matter-of-factly. “he could be avoiding you, actually.”

becca managed to put her jaw back in place, softly clearing her throat as she clutched the clipboard in hand. she tried not to make too much eye contact, this situation was already weird enough. as she explained, she held in a groan. “ yeah, probably. i was just hoping he was here so i could drag him in--- happen to know where he’s hiding ? “

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notpiphalstead‌:

pip turned around in just her bra as her door opened and stared at the girl in her doorway with a vengeance. “yeah, wrong fuckin’ room,” she agreed. she grabbed a shirt lazily and threw it on, mostly unperturbed. “well, you did. what do you want?”

becca gasped as she finally realized just what she walked in on, eyes going wide, but they stayed uncovered. the other didn’t seem to mind, but becca was mostly worried about what her next move would be. how could she have mixed up the rooms that badly. “ oh um--- again, sorry. i was uh... sorry i’m in the completely wrong room. i was looking for devon, he was paired with me on supply counting today... “

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wildguard‌:

clark hadn’t been this aware of his body since he was going through puberty. but he had to focus on something other than keiran’s body and everyone’s grief and the fact that he couldn’t do a single thing to help. he hadn’t known him, really, at all. but they were all in this batshit fucking bullshit together and they had to help each other out.

and clark couldn’t. but he nodded, hoping becca was right. “yeah, she is tough, at least,” he managed haltingly. his stance finally broke when becca explained what happened that night. “oh shit,” he murmured, one hand going to the back of his neck, the other falling to his side. “sorry, uh… i didn’t realize- i mean, that’s… really rough.”

he grimaced, knowing that wasn’t at all the right thing to say. this was why he felt so out of control. this was why he left it to other people to handle the serious shit.

becca only knew the routine things to say, the ever-repeating one like grief quotes that you’re supposed to say, but beyond that ? she didn’t know. becca knew grief, she knew it long and well, but this... this kind of grief was different. it weighed on you, crushing you down into tiny pieces and whispering your numbers are dwindling, this town is getting smaller and smaller.

clark’s expression changed, and becca bowed her head. talking about it was supposed to help, but the memories kept pushing back and forth in her mind. she didn’t want to remember it--- if she could, she’d down a bottle of jack right here, right now to drown it all out. but she couldn’t, so here she was. “ it’s... it’s okay, not everyone... not everyone knows. “

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harbingham‌:

                      “Please, you’re one of the  f e w  I actually like to listen to.” Which was TRUE. It was easy to tune others out, the constant drama, the bickering, && the ‘words of advice.’ It was all fucking BULLSHIT from most people anyways; the echo of their on voice in the mind more  s o o t h i n g  than the actual meaning behind said locutions. 

          But not Becca. Weirdly enough, in this fucked up world Harry found someone who understood. From what he read he was lucky in that regard, most never do. It was UNEXPECTED in Becca Gelb — the one who’s words also tended to get her into trouble, but in the best sort of way. Advice from her didn’t follow with a roll of his eyes, it meant something ; she’d been there too.

                    Based solely from the tight grip of the pillow, he knew what kind of night it was. Sometimes touch was exhausting in itself, nothing more soothing than the idea of a mausoleum with nothing in it. But nights like this ?? One almost needed to feel claustrophobic to know that things are okay — or at least as okay enough to inhale, exhale.

          Long frame  t o p p l e d  over her, head on shoulder as a half-hearted chuckle emitted from his chest. “As if you could come up with one on a good day, Gelb ; but sure, we’ll go with that.” A pause, he never did well with the void  s i l e n c e — “You know pillows are multi-purposeful. Great for sleep of course, but also good for yelling, throwing — ripping even sometimes you know.” He rambled, dark gaze taking a quick peep at the other before falling to the floor. “—Or I would say I’d sing you to sleep, but I wouldn’t want to TORTURE you further.”

“ now that is surprising. “ the gelb girl mustered a laugh, albeit a broken one, but she stayed clutching that pillow. her gaze stayed on harry as he moved through her house--- it wasn’t the most clean house, but it was just her now and she made do with what she could. it didn’t look perfect to begin with; this was actually progress.

but the one thing she did love about her house was the couch. they had it for years, and it never failed to lull becca to sleep--- except for this morning when she came in crashing and couldn’t get a wink. 

harry plopped down beside her, his head finding her shoulder, and for a moment she could breathe. it was a breath of release, the clasp around her lungs giving way for the time being. it always amazed her how he had the power to do that, and he didn’t even know how. maybe it was the bond they had formed over time, maybe it was what they shared with each other, but now those reasons weren’t vital. him being here, was. 

his quipp forced a small laugh from her, but her grip tightened on the pillow. “ i can out joke you all day and you know it. “ she managed back, but soon he was tumbling to the ground. “ i’ve heard pillows are really good for suffocation, too. “ she threw the pillow at the boys face, but leaned over the side nonetheless to send him a broken smile.