louder than god's revolver

"Brave girl with her love so big it looks like her shadow."

[fablehaven]

[rulcmaker]

Her breath caught in her throat, the hope that another member of her old gang had survived ripped the air from her lungs and left her suffocating. Fuck, she hated this. She always felt so alone – she just… wanted the Whirlybirds back. She loved the Rag Dolls, truly she did, but the Whirlybirds… they had been her family for so long, functioning without them was practically impossible.

Whiskey couldn’t cry. Whiskey could never cry, and she never knew why. “I’m sorry too.” Was her only reply after many moments of her looking at the ground beside the other girl’s feet, her thoughts so jumbled that it felt like she wasn’t thinking at all. “I’m sorry too.” She repeated, her breath shaky as she witnessed the tears forming in Eve’s eyes. She reached her hand out to the other girl’s shoulder, her eyes soft with understanding.

[evewinters]

"It’s– well, it’s not okay, but.” Eve cleared her throat, nervous laughter bubbling up at her own word vomit; clinging to whatever normalcy she could spot and finding it lacking. With the back of her hand, she dried her eyes, palm wet with tears as she looked at the other Rag Doll.

Before she could stop it, she’d taken a half-step forward, her arms reaching out and around Whiskey. “Sorry,” she sniffed, her words muffled against Whiskey’s shoulder.

[rulcmaker]

Whiskey felt the tug in her chest and the heat that travelled within her body and settled itself at the bottom of her neck, pushing down as though it was suffocating her. She grabbed her hands together to keep herself from reaching for the bottle of alcohol she’d placed on the table along with her shoes, her eyes shifting to it every so often, but not allowing herself to touch it. 

Elliot, oh, Elliot. His face flashed in her mind, and her eyes softened. Though she hadn’t been close with the boy, she had always liked him. She missed every member of her old gang so dearly, the idea that others were still out there; still alive. “Is he okay? Did he..?” She asked, hope lacing itself in her questions. 

[evewinters]

“No,” Eve said, her voice dropping to a whisper that got halfway caught in her throat. “He’s, uh. He’s gone.” 

“Got him a grave, did as best ‘s I could.” She’d started out so good, but her voice was shaking, and she couldn’t meet Whiskey’s eyes; her own wet with tears that threatened to run down her cheeks. Fuck, she missed him.

"– 'm sorry."

[jackevers-blog]

Jack smirked, chuckling a little bit as Eve’s sarcasm came through with her answer. “I’m good actually, adventure?” Adventures, that sparked some interest even in her nineteen year old brain. She had always been one for adventures, whatever it was, she was up for anything. “I’m always up for an adventure.” 

[evewinters]

“Let’s go get in the car, then,” Eve grinned, eyes widening as she realized what she’d forgotten to say. “– But we gotta bring flashlights! You go get that, ‘n I’ll get the keys, ‘n let’s go?”

[rulcmaker]

“Thanks, I’d really appreciate it.” She smiled and returned a short sort of laugh in accordance to the other girl’s.

Whiskey’s eyes fell to the floor, her good-humour failing her as she was reminded of her past. “Yeah. Uhm, I was with the Whirlybirds… before…” 

[evewinters]

Her face fell as Whiskey said ‘Whirlybirds’, sadness catching on real fuckin’ fast. She missed them, their rambunctious little group of ragtag misfits, even if she hadn’t known half of them as well as she’d known Elliott.

“I, uh. Elliott’s my– my best friend.” 

Was, a small voice in the back of her head reminded her, and suddenly, her eyes were glistening, because odds were the girl in front of her didn’t even know. 

      –– how the fuck was she supposed to broach the topic?

“He..”

[rulcmaker]

“Would you? I don’t want to wake everyone every time I come in late.” I know how hard it is to get some sleep in the first place. She continued in her head.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

[evewinters]

“Yeah, for sure. Took me a while when I first got here, so I know the struggle,” Eve said, her laugh a little less bright than it usually was. She felt like she’d seen the newest girl in the church before, but hell if she could place the sighting. Her head was still a swirl of too-real dreams, and then it struck her – the amusement park.

“You been in a gang ‘fore this one?”

[sophxc]

“Yeah, that sounds like fun.”

[evewinters]

“Let’s go!”

[rulcmaker]

“Oh, uh, you’re welcome?” A short, hesitant laugh escaped her lips. There was a part of her who was curious to know why, but the part of her that didn’t like being asked questions like that stopped her. People needed their privacy, god knew she did. “Sneaking in. Not doing too good a job of it though.”

[evewinters]

“It takes some practice. Knowing which floorboards creak the least ‘n stuff. I could show you sometime, 'f you'd like. Give you the cheat sheet.”

“You’re.. Whiskey, right?”

[sophxc]

“No, it was a Toy Soldier.” Soph bumped her fist against Eve’s.

“Lucas. He was kind of mysterious – in a totally hot way. It was amazing.”

[evewinters]

“Lucas, huh?” She jabbed Soph in the side as gently as she could, grin so wide it was starting to hurt. “Nice.” 

“Hey, y’wanna go for a ride? I’m afraid I’m gonna wind up with cabin fever ‘f I don’t get outta here sometime soon.”

[rulcmaker]

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

[evewinters]

“No, no, I, uh–” It was rare, but sometimes, he would haunt her in her dreams: Elliott, smile replaced by the look he’d worn when the bullet had gone through his head. “Thanks. I needed that, in all honesty.”

“What you up to?”

[jackevers-blog]

“I honestly couldn’t tell you whose they are but they sure aren’t mine,” she raised her head to look at the items. “Someone must’of put them here thinking it was.”

[evewinters]

“They’re not? Damn! My detective skills have gone down the drain.”

“Anyway, how are ya today? You up for an adventure?”

[xrooneyx]

“What’s the occasion?” She said as she made her way towards where she’d neatly stored the sweaters. 

[evewinters]

“I wanna pretend I’m a sparkly ghost and scare the shit outta Dee.” She’d had a joint: it seemed like a great goddamn idea. “I’ll be haunting her, don’t know where though. Gotta find a place with ample opportunity.”

[sophxc]

“Not yet,” Soph grinned, batting her eyelashes, “I’m working on it, though.”

“But I still totally got laid at the party! In the bathroom, can you believe it, Evie?”

[evewinters]

“No shit!” Eve’s grin was wide, and she held her knuckles out for a fistbump. “Same dude, or someone else?”

[deesharpe]

   “Yeah.” Dee parted from Eve with a smile, the last of her energy going into making it sincere, her face darkening the moment her back was turned. Truth be told, she felt like she was on the verge of freaking out, and it wasn’t at all pleasant. She needed a joint, and some fucking quiet.

[sophxc]

   “I’m happy for you.” When Eve pulled away from the hug, Sophie slid her hand down the blue-haired girl’s arm until she reached her hand, and took it, holding it loosely in her own. “Well, like I said, it was a lot of weird shit. First, one time when I was telling Q about Barbie, we started talking about the Lost Boys, and him because he’s the leader, and then suddenly she was asking me if I had seen him around here, and then she got all shady when I asked her about it, and she lied to me.” Soph tilted her head to the side a bit, watching Eve with a friendly expression on her face.

   “Then, I saw you kissing a boy at the party. And he had black hair and a scorpion tattoo on his neck. And then, I met this really cute Lost Boy, Chaol, in the city. I knew he was a Lost Boy because I saw him at our party with Barbie. Anyways, I was a little curious, so I asked him about the tattoo dude, if he knew him, and then he got all shady and suddenly he said he had to go! He totally avoided me!” She smiled, squeezing Eve’s hand. “So it wasn’t super hard to figure it out from there.”

[evewinters]

"No wonder you got it figured out,” Eve said, her smile toothy as she stuck her tongue out – oops, the expression said, an inkling of sheepishness rearing its head. “You got a Lost Boy too, huh?”

[jcolden]

LIKE A STONE / Julian & Eve

[jcolden]

   “I try to come every month,” Julian said, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he led the way out of the cemetery – using the path. His weird company – Eve – might be one for hopping fences, but Julian preferred not to risk getting his clothes torn when there were easier ways to move around.      The cemetery was dark, lit only by park lights that were spaced too far apart, along with the occasional electric lantern on a grave, but the path between the graves was paved with light beige stones that stood out against the dark grass, making it easy to see where they were putting their feet. “Though there’s no point, really,” he said, glancing at her. “I’m sure you noticed they’re not really there.” His eyes flicked ahead, Julian’s expression growing darker. “Criminals don’t get graves.”

[evewinters]

“… Yeah.” She wanted to comfort him, somehow, but she didn’t know him, and she sure as shit didn’t have a clue about what she could say that’d do the job. All she could do was look at him, brown eyes lit with empathy – before she thought better of it and looked away. The graveyard grew smaller for every step, the gate ahead looming as they passed under it in silence, gravel crunching under their feet.

“You from here? BC, I mean.”

[xrooneyx]

“Well! You came to the right person.”

“I have an almost endless supply of sparkly shirts. Some of them have sequin rabbits on them, but I have a plethora of them.”

[evewinters]

“Sequin rabbits? Awesome. Lead the way to your treasure hoard, Rey-o!”