mercy jones. 22. influencer. midas. pyrite touch. #0064327. mock blog. then leaf subsides to leaf. so eden sank to grief, so dawn goes down to day. nothing gold can stay.
"𝐔𝐆𝐇, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑! 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒! i didn’t know your curse was being ugly and having bad taste! have fun with messica! i heard her curse is that she’s covered in spikes so! have fun, shish ka BOBBIE!”
mercy rolled her eyes. that was the third person this week that had rejected her this week. so annoying. like, come on. she wasn’t even going to buy dinner, so nothing was even going to happen! plus, wasn’t the other person supposed to pay anyways? she huffed loudly crossing her arms over the latest and greatest edition to mercy’s fashion line of altered database uniforms: the hot pink tube top she dyed with manic!panic.
thus, feeling quite defeated and sorely off her game, she yanked the shirt sleeve of the one person she knew would be unequivocally nice to her. “saintie, you’re a boy right? why won’t anyone go out with me??? i’m obviously hot, right? RIGHT? oh gods, oh gods, am i ugly? is it because my neck is green? like, it’s not even that GREEN! oh no, i’m hideous, aren’t i? catch me, saint, i feel faint.”
TO : 0064327@DATABASE. ORG / FROM : ADMIN@DATABASE. ORG. Your case has been reopened for further investigation. We recently received information that the giver of your curse may not be exactly as we thought they were. While nothing is yet confirmed, we will do our best to pursue this as carefully and as thoroughly as we can. Please refrain from attempting contact with the god presently associated with your curse ; let us handle this. Further information will be relayed if it is uncovered.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 had thad summon when they cleared him was a beach chair. but what she really should have asked for was a martini because she was really gonna need one to pull off this lie.
long, tanned legs hung over the side of the plastic arm rest as she pushed up her bikini ( which honestly, itched like hell, but maybe the girls would distract people from her ridiculous ruse ) , smiling radiantly for insta live in front of a giant wall poster of “beachside tropical paradise #6257” courtesy of wallfly.com with her gucci sunglasses cast over restless bloodshot eyes.
“aloha, my a-hoe-las! haha, hey mercenaries, it’s me, queen bee! speaking of bees, you’ve sure been busy swarming my comment section with questions about me! obsessed much? and for the last time, no i am not at a “curse facility”, talk about drab, i’m in the BAHAMAS, bitchamas!” mercy stuck out her tongue playfully and took a big sip of her “tequila sunrise” which was all sunrise and tasted fucking rancid.
god, she hated her life.
“ — and i’m having a baha blast! it’s, like, soooo relaxing here! and if you think it’s hot, you should see the boys, ¡muy caliente, me gente! i — what’s that, baevyjones17? you think i’m cursed? no way! the only thing i’m cursed with is these good looks and that ASS! you -- cursegatexo? you think it’s fake? well, you better get your eyes checked, gatexo, this is as real as this as this sunburn. ow! don’t you just hate tha — what do you mean the kid in the back with the surfboard hasn’t moved for two minutes? omg, pfft that’s just, you know, kyle! he’s just like that! he’s a little slow. hey, uh, hi ken! i mean kyle, i mean — ”
ping.
✉ one new message. ✉
mercy squinted. an email???? who the shit even sent emails anymore and
her face fell so hard it cracked.
“FUCK. i mean, wooooah look at the time! i gotta go, i totally forgot about my shiatsu with matsu son las two! ahahahagottagobye.”
mercy screamed into her hands.
she was panting now, palms sweating and index finger shaking as she clicked on the notification. she hovered over the unopened email for several minutes. any news from the database was usually bad news, everyone knew that. but maybe, this was was different. maybe they’d finally found a way to reverse the curse.
or maybe not.
the person who cursed her might not be who they said they were. she could feel her delicate features contorting in anger. what the HELL was that supposed to mean?! the longer they investigated, the more time was wasted and judging by the massive amount of ichor she’d coughed up this morning she didn’t have a whole lot of that left.
full of tangled and terrified emotions, the furious tap-tap-tap of mercy’s fingers pounding the keyboard boomed through her designated facility quarters.
rEOPENED!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!? what am i? a renovated CHINESE RESTAURANT?!?!?! you said you would CURE me, you stupid FUCKS!!!!! the giver of the curse may not be exactly as we thought they were’??? NOT EXACTLY AS WE THOUGHT THEY WERE???? so who do you THINK they are, huh? HUH??? god, i knew that bitch was FAKE! i know a fake bitch when i see one!!! ‘carefully and thoroughly’ i will carefully and thoroughly shove my foot up your ASS, BR-USELESS LEE! ‘refrain from contact’ NO, I DON’T THINK SO!!!! YOU TELL YOUR TWO FACED FRAUD GOD THAT I’M COMING FOR HER!!!!!!!! no one FUCKS with ME and gets away with it!!!!!! she RUINED my LIFE. so you tell ‘tyche’ or whatever her stupid name is that i’m putting her head on a PIKE.
no
mercy
JONES.
she hit send so hard it was a miracle her phone didn’t shatter. boiling with rage, mercy opened her messages and sent a mass text to everyone in the database.
[ text ]: anyone down for a little field trip to olympus? :)
JUDE PUT THE marshmallow cereal he’d been inspecting back on the shelf ( free toy inside! ) reluctantly. he did really want a tiny plastic racoon, but it looked like there was only a one in six chance of getting it and he was less keen on the other characters. anyway, they were here for a reason. “i’m glad i bumped into you,” he added, running a hand over all the shiny boxes in the pasta aisle - so many shapes, he loved those tiny bow tie ones - “i’ve got no idea what sort of flowers you get for someone who has just been branded by a divine being … you think thad likes sunflowers?”
𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓 over thad’s ‘ passing. ‘ she wasn’t really sure what to call it because no one could really understand anything. he was schrodinger’s boy, neither dead nor alive. mercy been cursed with greed and infamy, but now she was cursed with information - knowing too much and simultaneously too little. she woke up in cold sweats, seeing thads face and watching it disappear over and over again. she could have helped him, maybe even saved him. but then, thad was fuckboy icarus and his curse was the sun. like many of the unlucky inmates here, he was fated to fall.
mercy couldn’t buy food, but she liked to go torture herself at food stores. she could touch, but she couldn’t keep. sometimes she thought she might be able to eat with her eyes and get full like that. eyeing a microwave mac n’ cheese, mercy felt the wheels turning. she couldn’t buy food per say, but steal it? that just might work. looking over her shoulder, mercy pulled her hoodie over her curls, closed her long, bejeweled talons around the container and was just to put it in her person when . . .
“i’m glad i bumped into you.”
the microwave meal clattered to the floor as mercy looked up at jude like a deer in headlights. she laughed nervously. “ haha, you know me. clumsy. “ she lowered herself to a squat, hovering over the floor to grab the mac n’ cheese which she, very reluctantly, put back on the dry foods shelf. the mention of thad and flowers made her heart drop. “ i think thad likes fast cars and beautiful women. “ she joked, trying to keep her composure, but her voice broke on the last word.
honest. she told herself.
for once in your life, just be honest.
so the influencer took a deep breath and looked at jude meaningfully. “ succulents. maybe get him a succulent. you barely have to water them; low maintenance and besides,
your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.
“ what’s holding you back in life ?”
“ is everything alright? ”
“ when did you choose to give up ?”
“ what’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”
“ how many have you slept with ?”
“ what’s your biggest secret ?”
“ do you believe in love ?”
“ what’s the meanest thing you have done ?”
“ what scares you more than anything ?”
“ have you ever considered running away ?”
“ do you love me ?”
“ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”
“ who hurt you ?”
“ what made you this way ?”
“ is there anyone special in your life ?”
“ why are you always smiling ?”
“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”
“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”
“ who are you, really ?”
“ is there anything you regret ?”
“ what’s your biggest regret ?”
“ tell me about your first kiss ?”
“ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”
“ is there anyone you regret kissing ?”
“ have you ever cheated, or been cheated on ?”
“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”
“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”
“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”
“ when was the last time you cried ?”
“ how come you keep running away ?”
“ have you ever made someone cry ?”
“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?”
“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone ?”
“ do you believe in true love ?”
“ what have you done that people would judge you most for doing ?”
“ do you regret letting me close ?”
“ is there someone you have a crush on ?”
“ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”
when she first started speaking, adelaide had to do a double take. her eyes roamed the otherwise empty room around her, making sure that the mercy jones was actually talking to her. there was no one else around them, so she had to be the recipient of the pointed and curled finger in her direction. “mercy, if you want to come to my place i can like, cook you food or something. i’m not the best chef, but i can make scrambled eggs or pasta. or both.” it had been a while since the two had a meal together, adelaide figured they were overdue for a reunion.
𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇 and not because she was hungry. adelaide wu. of course, the one person who she expected to never see and and certainly not like this. mercy hadn’t meant to leave without saying goodbye, but if she didn’t run he would have killed her and adelaide too if she had stood in the way selflessly. she was good at that.
the brunette bit her lip, shaking her head, eyes downcast so as not to meet the other girls and reveal herself. “no, no, it’s fine, forget i asked, i’m fi — “ at that exact moment, mercy’s stomach lurched and her whole body cringed with pain. she grabbed the end of the table to brace herself, sighing in defeat. “do you still have your mom’s pasta recipe?”
── ronan has never cared for prophecies. little good comes from knowing what’s coming, he’s found ; he’s been facing futures for as long he’s known ANYTHING, and the best it’s done is made him tired, cynical. still, there are bits of this latest vision that have been sticking to him, catching in his memory even as he’s tried to smooth past them. blood on someone’s hands, fresh. none of it is exactly a good omen, though that part of it he can’t help but dwell on, turning the image of it over in his mind until he’s worn himself out with it.
there’s little to do on campus though he’s got nowhere better to be, biding time on a bench outside one of the many locked doors that litter the place. there’s some quiet part of him that’s set himself there on PURPOSE, a precaution of sorts. if the blood is going to be his, he’d rather not be chased down on his own. at least the people there recognize him. besides, he’s been half-hoping to catch someone who knows something, anything, more than what they’ve been given in that spare message. earlier he’d seen a few employees leave the building beside him— yet, as always with the those he’s known through the database, they’d been elusive when he had anything to ask. and so now he waits, aimlessly, trying to shake out his tension by bouncing his leg slightly, holding a hand in a fist tight enough that he can feel his own fingernails bite at his skin. ronan feels coiled tight, everywhere.
“ i don’t think there’s anyone in there, anymore. ” he starts up, snatching at the opportunity for distraction, warning as someone else approaches ; surely he’s not the only one of the others searching for better answers. “ no one’s got anything to SAY around here, anyway, if you were looking to ask. left us in the fucking dark. ”
𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 in polyester and certainly not this hideous poly-cotton blend that they make the database uniform out of, but considering all her expensive clothes left her skin covered in angry welts, she’d decided, reluctantly, to wear it. but not without a bit of a face lift.
let the games begin. she’d collected judgmental looks and tasteless cat calls like loose change walking around the facility looking like database barbie. they were all just jealous, of course, not everyone had the brain power and good sense to cut their uniform into a crop top and a pair of tiny shorts.
lou’s prophecy troubled mercy more than she let on. it was easy to write the other girl off as some hoax, a quack, but mercy had seen it for herself. lou’s prophecies were real because they had happened to her. and this one, she feared, would be no different. a familiar face. certainly no one was more familiar to the prophetess than her, but it was the part about the blood that really unnerved her. her hands hung languid at her sides, but some people?
some people had their hands clenched into FISTS.
“seat taken?” she chirped like she wouldn’t have sat right on him if he didn’t move, crossing her long spidery legs over one another as she tilted her head up at ronan. “well, we could sit here in the dark, orrrrr . . . . . you could whip out a flashlight.” mercy turned on the backlight of her phone, nearly blinding her companion.
“clearly, were not getting anything from them, so we’ve gotta get answers ourselves. and i can’t speak for you, freckles, but i knew who A was on pretty little liars waaay before everyone else did. i’ve got this one in the BAG. maybe i’ll even take you along.” the influencer reached her hand out to the foreboding male. “mercy. but everyone knows that. usually i don’t touch people, but if you clench your fist any tighter, you’ll cut off your circulation.”
"𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐏𝐒𝐒𝐓, 𝐘𝐎𝐔." mercy gestured towards the person lingering near her with a frantic finger, looking over her shoulder surreptitiously. her stomach made a sound even louder than her voice: she refused to eat the slop they served here, but she needed to eat something because she was fading. fast. the influencer broke out a twenty dollar bill.
“could you buy me a ho ho from the vending machine? i’m starving and i can’t go myself. it’s — not important why. i’ll let you keep the change.” mercy swallowed hard, trying to keep the ichor in her throat at bay, her hand tremoring at her side. “please.”
what’s up sluts, my name is 🍰 🎀 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 🎀 🍰 and my full time job is bullying noah, but only i am allowed to do it — anyone else gets a fite on site. nevertheless, i’m dummy excited to be here. this is mercy, otherwise known as cursey, the viral internet meme and inventor and ceo of wearing pink and whining about literally everything. under the cut i will give you the sparknotes version of my very long, obnoxious bio and if you would like to plot, please shoot me a like over here and i will shoot you a DM 💗 💗 💗
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒.
mercy was left on the steps of the briar heart pagan - worship cathedral by her birth mother in an adidas shoebox that also only had a little doll in it ( which mercy later named ugly ) and the nuns took her in
she got pneumonia and they were convinced she was going to die, but sister jones, one of the nuns, prayed to apollo to save her and apollo cured her
abuse tw: bounced around foster homes by run by mostly shitty abusive foster families, jane doe essentially, had almost no friends save adelaide wu at one point and seems kind of princessy now but got kicked out a lot for starting fights with the popular girls who bullied her for being poor and scrappy
always thought she deserved more than her piece of shit life built on being treated completely subhumanly, found her solace in stealing pretty shiny things from every home she was in ( jewelry, lip stick, fashion magazines etc ) and had dreams of becoming a famous actress ( mostly because she loved to pretend to be anyone but herself )
fled her foster home in her senior year after The Stolen Stash was discovered by her drunken foster dad who tried to kill her with a broken beer bottle, ran to The Altar Of The Gods, sacrificed ugly, her only possession and asked to be rich and golden forever ( god, she played herself w that last one )
the next day she won the lottery, 1.7 billion dollars, renamed herself mercy jones after sister jones, got famous, went to a list parties, built a social media empire and was working on kick starting an acting career
when everything went horribly wrong
first part of mercy’s curse is that she’s going to be rich and have money forever, but it’s cursed to make her extremely miserable
ex: her sports car slid into her pool, jewlery turns her skin green, gets food poisoning at fancy french restaurants
became wildly infamous, the face of a viral internet meme called cursey, dropped from every celebrity event and became a joke and social pariah
the final straw was that during her most recent instagram live her huge chandelier came down and almost crushed her to death
so she finally answered the call of the curse database who had begged her to register her curse for years and is currently at their facility because shes scared to be at home and told her followers she went to the caribbean
ok final bit and worst part, part two of mercy’s curse is that she asked to be golden and the god’s love to laugh so the god that cursed her ( idk who it is, someone help me ) turned her blood into ichor
blood tw it makes her EXTREMELY SICK AND WEAK, she gets golden nose bleeds and coughs it up in clots into tissues, her organs are failing and will probably die w in the next couple years if not months, yeehaw!
𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.
basically 2009 breakdown britney spears, cursed paris hilton, has a purse dog named versace, cries a lot, lives on the facility bc shes scared to rent or buy a house ( if anyone wants to be roomates hmu )
kind of a bitch because she’s constantly in a state of being uncomfortable and miserable somehow
a lot smarter than she seems, she doesn’t really trust people so she plays dumb and is a really good actress
smells like prada candy and it gives her a rash, but, worth it
treated poorly by nearly everyone in her life ( small exception for lou and addie ) , doesn’t really know what love is or being taken care of basically only learned to take care of herself, numero uno, bc shes been burned a lot ( once Literally )
has beef with apollo for saving her bc he probably knew this would happen and did it to laugh @ her .. smhhh
scared and paranoid all of the time, pretends not to be cursed, very sensitive and has the potential eventually to be good but not all the way there
baby af
“listen who would have thought behind the pink juicy couture tracksuit there was a real human heart“ me in mars’ dms
like i said, probably going to die soon half bc of the ichor half bc im noahs least favorite: no one get attached to her
hmu, please don’t b afraid to get spicy, mercy needs depth bc she is about as shallow as the kiddy pool, the end.
