coloring the void

Erin Heathcote. Irish. 16. I'm the hero of this story. I don't need to be saved.

[arnoldwachowski-deactivated2013]

[erin-heathcote]

Some parts are great. But the shit never leaves.

[logandeaumont-deactivated201309]

What if I am?

[erin-heathcote]

I'll just have to prank you back.

[logandeaumont-deactivated201309]

Nah, really. You look good in blue.

Don’t worry. Things are just heating up. I’ve got something wicked planned. But remember we’re supposed to be enemies? Watch your back. 

[erin-heathcote]

You're biased. And are you threatening to prank me, Deaumont?

[williamrandallrp]

Oh how I would applaud you for your sweet attempt at hurting me, but darling I have to say I can’t keep my eyes of your hair.

[erin-heathcote]

If this is what you think is an "attempt" at hurting you you're definitely wrong, that statement was thrown as naturally as your displeasing attitude comes. 

And I'd rather have my hair in this state than have my things burned to dust. Heard you've suffered a loss in that department. 

[logandeaumont-deactivated201309]

I love what you’ve done with your hair.

[erin-heathcote]

Oh yes, ha-ha-ha.

It's awful. And sad to say a classic and pathetic prank.

[logandeaumont-deactivated201309]

Holy shit.

[erin-heathcote]

Enjoying the sight of hell on earth?

[erin-heathcote]

King's Possession in Flames || Self Para

Irritated was the absolute understatement of how Erin felt at the moment. She was furious, outraged, completely mental at how her hair was now stupidly ombred. From her natural dark locks to having dark blue-green tips. It was ridiculous. She'd watched prank week pass by, sat back as people pranked each other and she didn't even bother to try anything of her own. She'd had enough drama in her life to even bother try starting up any but this prank on her hair had her on fire. She didn't care if prank week was basically done. Fuck A, fuck the rules. Rule number one of prank week itself was: there are no rules. And none indeed, even the timeframe was nothing to her and she had one target in mind for her vengeance  Adrian. She would have gone for Daisy or Celine but they were on her team, sad to say and she didn't want punishment from A that much.

She entered the so called King's bedroom unnoticed, most the boys had their sports on going at the moment and the man himself was on for lacrosse practice. She opened up the black trash bag she'd brought with her and stuffed in all of Adrian's clothes-shirts, trousers, socks, boxers, and even threw in a few of his branded perfumes and what not. She knotted the bag closed and dragged it all the way down and outside to the garbage dump by the boys' dorm, not caring if people noticed her which nobody seemed to do. She flung it to the dump and unscrewed the small container of gasoline she'd carried around with her, pouring it out and soaking it all. And of course, the final move, flicked open her lighter and watched the flame dance in front of her eyes before throwing it to the dump.

Long live the king. He'd just have to do it without his clothes. 

[williamrandallrp]

[erin-heathcote]

Well don't you look like shit.

Oh wait, you look like shit everyday. 

[erin-heathcote]

Messed Up Shower || Self Para

It had been a long day for Erin. She didn't feel up to attend her last period class which was Math III so instead she decided to go to the art studio and get on painting. She hadn't done much painting in a while as she'd focused all her efforts on sketching to get the pieces done for the exhibit. It was good to handle colors after such a long time, it was nice on the eyes and fun to mix and create a picture of color instead of black and white. As usual, loud music played in her own little room as she did her work, losing herself to the art and sound. 

Midway the painting she noticed that less light entered through the small window by the side and figured it was probably getting late. She set her brush down and stretched out her arms which were starting to get sore. She'd been at it for a few hours and it was time to stop. She grabbed her school bag and left, going back to her dorm where she found Dakota sprawled on her bed, looking over at negatives. They exchanged a few words before Erin went in the bathroom, stripping her clothes and entering the shower, letting the warm water run over her smooth, fair skin. She gently rubbed off the paint from her fingers, scratching them off her nails and what not then reached for her shampoo bottle. She didn't pay much attention when she squeezed out its contents into her palm, it was a usual action to her. She started spreading the shampoo from the bottom of her long, wavy, brown locks. Rubbing the tips as she usually did and before she even went up to the mid section of her hair froze as she noticed the water running down from her fingers wasn't translucent but more of a turquoise shade. Her eyes widened and she grabbed for her shampoo bottle again, twisting the cap off and peered inside to see the usual creamy color of her shampoo be replaced with the same turquoise shade. "What the fuck...," she slowly said and the words prank week came in. Her blood started to boil and she turned the shower off, grabbing her towel and looked at the mirror to see that the ends of her hair were a dark blue/green shade. She screamed. 

"HOLY FUCK!" She yelled and stormed out the bathroom in nothing but her towel wrapped around her body. Dakota looked up from the negatives to stare at her best friend. "I've been fucking pranked!" Erin raged, grabbing a bundle of her hair to show to Dakota. "I look fucking ridiculous!" She couldn't believe this, it was immature and fucking stupid. "Babe, it's not that bad," Dakota tried to say but Erin shook her head. "It's HORRIBLE! I look like one of those fucking hipster-yolo-swagging girls! I mean, what the bloody hell?!" The anger was loud and clear in her voice and fuck it, she didn't even want to participate in the stupid prank week. She was planning to just sit by and watch everyone create their own mess but no, not anymore. She was going to get back.

[logandeaumont-deactivated201309]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADMIN ANNA/ARIELLE !!

HERE’S NICO IN A COWBOY HAT AKA BEN’S OLD KIK ICON.

HOPE YOUR DAY IS SWELL. <3

[erin-heathcote]

oMG I ONLY SAW THIS NOW LAKJTA;LSKDJF I LOVE YOU MORGAN  MWA MWA 

[arnoldwachowski-deactivated2013]

It’s a fucking Hunger Games around here. This is awesome!

[erin-heathcote]

Do enlighten me. It's been this way ever since.

[erin-heathcote]

Hey guyssss I'm back and I'll have Erin, Harry, and Aiden start interacting again! Sorry I've been away. College life is busy life.

[dakotawoolton]

Oh, not just one. I think she’ll be my only target. I;m sorry if your team ends up losing because Tay and I will be targetting her.

[erin-heathcote]

I don't mind losing at all. It won't even feel like losing. Seeing Snowdon suffer would be such a reward.

[dakotawoolton]

Prank week, of course!

[erin-heathcote]

Ah yes of course.

I'd much rather stay by the side and watch everyone though. I'm pretty sure you'll pull one on Snowdon.

[dakotawoolton]

It’s only Tuesday. Oh fuck.

[erin-heathcote]

Are you waiting for friday or some other day in particular? 

[kylie-leatherby-blog]

I would like all treats and no tricks please.

[erin-heathcote]

Come now, that wouldn't be any fun.

[erin-heathcote]

♡☆☠

♡ - Sex headcanon 

Erin clearly isn't a virgin anymore, she's lost that a couple years back. She isn't the type to sleep around though-she's not a hoe. She's confident about herself when it comes to that matter though.

☆ - Appearance headcanon

Erin isn't vain at all. She doesn't care much about how she looks-as long as she looks decent. It's just the way she is. She doesn't put too much make up on and never gives too much effort about her appearance. 

☠ - Death headcanon

The thought of death upon herself doesn't scare her. But the thought of death on other people does-more than anyone can imagine. If anyone else close to her dies, she doesn't think she could handle it.