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"I'm a bad, bad, bad luck lady, a tornado, a fire, a good for nothin' baby"
Carla Lewis - IT 2017 oc
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Tormented by Sammy [She/her/] [minor]
Tessa stood in the school bathrooms, tears glossing over her bright blue ocean eyes as she looked at herself thinking about why she can't be as beautiful as her beloved sister.
Before she could get a good cry out of her she heared foot steps and wiped them away standing up tall as she got her makeup out to make it look like she was just touching herself up.
Carla stepped into the bathroom, her boots thumping up to the farthest sink from Tessa and touching up her makeup. As she ran her eyeliner pencil over her waterline, she and Tessa made eye contact a few times in the mirror.
She could tell that she had been crying, but didn't want to ask. It wasn't her business, she didn't owe her anything...
Tessa snapped her compact shut a little harder the nessiary and forced her face into a cold dead stare.
“What are you looking at?” she snapped, her voice cracking a bit as she spoke.
"A mirror." Carla clipped back, putting the cap on her eyeliner pencil and putting it back in her makeup bag.
"You were staring at me too."
Tessa stood in the school bathrooms, tears glossing over her bright blue ocean eyes as she looked at herself thinking about why she can't be as beautiful as her beloved sister.
Before she could get a good cry out of her she heared foot steps and wiped them away standing up tall as she got her makeup out to make it look like she was just touching herself up.
Carla stepped into the bathroom, her boots thumping up to the farthest sink from Tessa and touching up her makeup. As she ran her eyeliner pencil over her waterline, she and Tessa made eye contact a few times in the mirror.
She could tell that she had been crying, but didn't want to ask. It wasn't her business, she didn't owe her anything...
Every summer there was a Miss Derry beauty pageant. Girls 16+ could enter, and you got 150 dollars if you won. And Carla needed some cash right now because she needed to replace the front brakes on her car. But beauty pageants are stupid, and demeaning. But she needed the money and it didn't cost anything to enter.
Carla stared at the sign up sheet, looking conflicted. She'd always made fun of the contest for years.
"...Should I do it? I don't know..." She looked up at the person next to her.
"obviously I mean money is money I'm doing it mostly to mess other people up but I'm doing it!" Casey says excitedly giggling as she grabs the sheet of paper
"downside I have to dress up upside maybe my dad will finally love me and get the daughter he always wanted!"
Casey was used to pageants haven't done them in her childhood she hated them but she was dead broke and she loved messing with people
"Yeah," Carla laughed. "It would be nice to have a dad that loved me, though I don't think this'll do the trick."
She just shrugged, it was stupid and demeaning but she needed some money... And she wasn't above showing off how hot she was. That was for sure.
Rupert boredly stood at the gate of the gravitron, waiting for his sister Laura and her friends to finish at the water balloon toss so he could do his own thing.
His mood shifted tho when he spotted a certain Lewis girl standing in the gravitron line with his cousin Ava and made his way over "hey there girls, how's everything"
Carla looked at Rupert with an aloof stare, her hands tucked in the pockets of her denim cutoffs. She hadn't given Rupert much energy since she started dating Aiden, mostly just ignored him and his assholery these days. Though, to be fair, he hadn't been giving her much energy either. Just a comment here and there.
"Fine," She replied dryly. "What, do you want something?"
Griffin sprinted out of the school, his backpack half empty as papers flew out but he didnt bother to pick them up, Miss Douglas was very kind she'd give him new copys on Monday for now his main objective was to get the hell out of dodge of the group of five jocks haunting him down
Has he flew down the stairs startling a group of girls he didnt realize who was infront of him as he collided with the older girl causing her to spill a bit of water on herself
"OMG IM SO SORRY!" He stuttered out as he kept looking behind him hoping the brunette would understand the mistake and let him continue running. “Please, I just— I gotta go.”
Carla scoffed at the water on her shirt, about to cuss the boy out but stopping herself when she saw the panic on his face. She sighed and moved out of the way.
"It's fine, it's fine. Get going, they haven't caught you yet." Carla hoped the boy was fast enough to not get beat up, he was a nice kid, though she didn't know him very well.
😊 for the ask meme
1. Her boyfriend, Aiden
2. Working on cars
3. Track
Headcanon meme! Send me a symbol and I'll tell you...
☺: three things that make my muse happy
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✝: any religious beliefs my muse has
☎ : my muse’s ringtone
♫: three of my muse’s favorite songs
♪: three songs that remind me of my muse
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☑: something my muse has accomplished that they’re proud of
☢: something my muse is afraid of
☂: what my muse does on a rainy day
→: is my muse any good with directions?
☮: is my muse a happy person?
웃: three people that are important to my muse
☃: does my muse like the holidays?
☯: is my muse more idealistic or cynical?
▲: my muse’s happiest memory
✄: is my muse creative?
⌘: was my muse good in school?
✿: is my muse an outdoors person?
♈: the most daring thing your muse has ever done
♉: is my muse prone to jealousy?
♊: is my muse smart?
♋: is my muse emotional?
♌: three things my muse is enthusiastic about
♍: is my muse shy?
♎: is my muse vain or cocky?
♏: something my muse obsesses over
♐: is my muse blunt or do they beat around the bush?
♑: is my muse an optimist or a pessimist?
♒: is my muse emotional or more detached?
♓: my muse’s biggest secret
Guys what if there was a Miss Derry beauty pageant that girls enter and it's one of those stupid small town things
Every summer there was a Miss Derry beauty pageant. Girls 16+ could enter, and you got 150 dollars if you won. And Carla needed some cash right now because she needed to replace the front brakes on her car. But beauty pageants are stupid, and demeaning. But she needed the money and it didn't cost anything to enter.
Carla stared at the sign up sheet, looking conflicted. She'd always made fun of the contest for years.
"...Should I do it? I don't know..." She looked up at the person next to her.
When you're in the criminally inactive competition but then I show up 😭🙏
Does anyone wanna rp...❤️
Carla sat in class, trying to look like she was paying attention. She'd shared a... Special brownie, with her friend before first block for some reason. Anyone with some experience with drugs could tell she was baked. She seemed to be flying under the teacher's radar though, at least for now.
Because of how emotionally unpredictable her father was during her childhood, Carla gets uncomfortable and tends to shut down around people who are angry/upset, especially men/boys because she's subconsciously scared she's going to get shouted at if she does something to set them off. She also sometimes gets irrationality angry when people are upset/angry around her to protect herself. It doesn't matter if it has anything to do with her, she immediately internalizes it and shuts down or lashes out.
the game had just ended.
not so well for aiden and his team, they totally lost. it’s not like they played like absolute crap, but of course, aiden thought otherwise..mostly about himself. he always made everything hard on himself.
aiden watched as his teammates greeted their loved ones, he knew carla was out there somewhere in the stands. as if on command, she seemed to just pop up behind him, playfully punching his shoulder and grinning as she regained her footing, walking alongside him. aiden grumped. he wasn’t in the mood at all.
he took his helmet off and sighed, making his way towards the locker room, brushing off carla. she was still there beside him, just a little mad now that he was giving her some sort of silent treatment.
@burning-blossomss
"Hey-"
Carla grabbed Aiden's wrist gently, tugging him back so he'd look at her. She knew he was beating himself up about the game, that was what he did. He was so hard on himself. She also knew not to push him too hard, but she didn't want to just accept the silent treatment either.
"C'mon, Aiden, it wasn't your fault the team lost..."
aidens frown deepened. he knew she meant well, but the words didn’t land. he tensed, as if wanting to just pull his wrist out of her grasp and leave right there without giving her an answer, but he didn’t. the most he could do was avoid eye contact.
“..yeah,” he muttered.
“if I had just caught that pass, it could’ve gone better”. aiden spoke quietly, clearing his throat as he pulled his wrist back gently.
“..everyone expects so much of me. but it’s like, at the same time, they’re just kinda waiting for me to mess up, y’know? and when I do, they rub it in my face. I don’t know what to give them. I can’t be perfect all the time. but that’s not an excuse, so I..” aiden shrugged, trailing off.
“I don’t know.” he said, voice cracking.
Carla placed a hand on Aiden's arm, feeling an uncomfortable jolt in her chest when his voice cracked. She didn't like how he sounded so... Lost. She hated it. She wanted to fix it but she didn't know how.
"I don't... Expect that of you." She offered, knowing that wasn't very good. She bit the inside of her cheek, gently rubbing his arm. She wished he saw himself the way she saw him, she didn't understand how he didn't. How couldn't he see it?
"Look, after you're done getting changed 'n shit, let's go get some food and talk about it...?" She tried, she was trying, even though she wasn't the best at this sort of thing. She wanted to try.
the game had just ended.
not so well for aiden and his team, they totally lost. it’s not like they played like absolute crap, but of course, aiden thought otherwise..mostly about himself. he always made everything hard on himself.
aiden watched as his teammates greeted their loved ones, he knew carla was out there somewhere in the stands. as if on command, she seemed to just pop up behind him, playfully punching his shoulder and grinning as she regained her footing, walking alongside him. aiden grumped. he wasn’t in the mood at all.
he took his helmet off and sighed, making his way towards the locker room, brushing off carla. she was still there beside him, just a little mad now that he was giving her some sort of silent treatment.
@burning-blossomss
"Hey-"
Carla grabbed Aiden's wrist gently, tugging him back so he'd look at her. She knew he was beating himself up about the game, that was what he did. He was so hard on himself. She also knew not to push him too hard, but she didn't want to just accept the silent treatment either.
"C'mon, Aiden, it wasn't your fault the team lost..."
Purge Au!
The JB Gang sped out down the street in a black van Switch had managed to steal from some poor car dealership. Dante hung out the window by a harnest shooting at any purgers who tried to get close, Justin doing the same thing outside the opposite door.
As the gang kept speeding down the street leaving a pile of bodys behind them they spotted a familiar face running from a group of white baby masked purgers.
Reaching out his hand Dante grabbed her blood soaked hand trying to pull her into the vehicle but the purger grabbed the girls ankle yanking her back. Taking his 24 caliber pistole out of his holster, Dante shot the baby mask in the head successfully yanking the poor girl in and telling Rupert to book it as some more purgers were around the corner.
"Fuck!"
Carla collapsed against the wall of the van, her chest heaving as she pulled out her dad's .44 Magnum from her waistband and shooting one of the purgers in the street from the van doors, which were still hanging open. Her trembling hands were gloved and she had a bandana covering her face.
She glanced around the van, her hands trembling as she calmed down a bit.
"Thanks..."
