Cuddly as a porcupine

Vicky DeLisle || 26 || New to town Part of Coronaislandhq

[ickyvicky]

{tammy}

“Cool story?” Tammy’s irritation couldn’t be contained, not that she’d ever try. Still though, just because they were cool headphones didn’t mean it wasn’t, like, totally rude to ignore her. But…they were very cool. “Whatever, I don’t even remember what I was saying now. So, does your music taste match your accessorizing ability?”

Vicky could tell the other girl was irritated which only made Vicky irritated as well. What the fuck had she done? It’s not like she ignored the girl on purpose. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” she asked. “And I wasn’t listening to music I was listening to an audio book.”

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{toph}

Toph was surprised when she found herself unable to take a step. Felt like something tugging her foot down. Was her shoe untied? Dammit. Someone must’ve been on her laced. “Hey,” she said, sticking her hand out, feeling someone standing there. “Hey.” she repeated. Finally she heard her responding. “Well how the hell could I tell?” Toph retorted. “I couldn’t care less about what kind of earbuds you have. You’re just on my shoelace, so if you could move so I can leave, that’d be great.”

“Oh, I don’t know with your--” Vicky stopped mid sentence when she noticed the girl’s eyes. She may have been a shitty person but she wasn’t that shitty. “Never mind.” She looked down and saw her foot on the girl’s shoelace. She lifted her foot up and stepped aside. “There. Now you can go on with your day.”

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{serena}

“Oh! I mean it’s no big deal. I was just letting you know they look pretty awesome. I have a pair myself, just happened to leave them at home. Bet you can imagine the kinda day I’m having without being able to tune shit out, huh?” 

“Oh, uh, thanks,” Vicky said to the girl. She hadn’t been expecting a compliment. “Yeah, that sounds shitty. I couldn’t go a day without mine.”

[ickyvicky]

It wouldn’t be out of character for Vicky to completely ignore someone that was talking to her but in that instance she wasn’t. She had earbuds in and didn’t notice the person was talking until they tapped her on the shoulder. She pulled one of the earbuds out and asked, “what? I had earbuds in. I couldn’t hear you.” No apology of course. Her hair and hidden them. “They’re the Airpod Pros. Just got them for Christmas.”

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{addison}

“I’m sure the vibes were what sent you packing, right.” Addie hummed softly with a roll of her eyes. “Jeez, you could have just asked Mom and Dad to send you somewhere else. You act like this was your only option, Vicky.” She noted. Honestly with the way she talked to Vicky, you would think the girl wasn’t raised in a house with her, but in all actuality it was just her pent up anger towards her sister that prevented that. “I could say the same about you, dear sister.”

“You don’t know shit, Addison, so shut your mouth.” Vicky scowled at her sister. “This is only temporary, I assure you. Once I find somewhere else I want to go I’m out of here.” Vicky didn’t want to be around her family but for the mean time she could boss them around and get what she wanted. “Oh, could you now?”

[ickyvicky]

{sean‌}

Smee sighed, a long exaggerated groan of a thing while he threw his head back in exasperation. “God, god, god,” he murmured under his breath, repeating himself until she finally stopped. “Fuck, you do know how to bitch for days,” he finally exclaimed, eyes wide when they settled on hers. He didn’t like to chit chat about much of anything, no, but complainers had never done it for him; there was only so much patience in his soul in the first place. “What awful little farm have you been holed up in for your whole life? Never heard of the breeze coming off of the ocean? Fuck, Alaska’s got islands, haven’t they?”

Vicky rolled her eyes. This guy sure had a flair for the dramatics. “God, god, god! You sure are one dramatic bitch, aren’t you?” she said as dramatically as she could. “I can bitch a lot more if you’d like. Could bitch about how fucking annoying you’re being or your stupid hairstyle.” She flicked some of the ash off her cigarette. “New Jersey. Nothing special.” She rolled her eyes. “Not from Alaska. Never been there either.”

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{timmy}

“I dunno, I hear it makes your balance bad.” It was like he’d just realized that she wasn’t bigger than him any more, and definitely wasn’t quite as scary. Still scary as hell, but at least not towering over him like godzilla or whatever. “Plus, do you still have a thing for that singer? I don’t think he’d wanna sugar daddy a girl with a missing toe.”

Vicky’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrowed down. “My balance would be just fine.” She took a drag off of her cigarette. She didn’t like not feeling completely powerful over him. “What’s it to you? I’m sure I could find a sugar daddy that’s into a toeless chick.”

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{timmy}

Aw, man, he hadn’t missed that nickname at all. Not even a little. Though it brought back what was probably the equivalent of a war flashback’s worth of trauma, his brain did give him one good idea. He was a grownup. He could say anything, and would…probably be fine. “I mean I’m sure you getting frostbite and losing a toe would be good for you,” he answered, as soon as he’d gotten out of arm’s reach. Just in case.

Vicky had a devilish smirk on her face when she called him a twerp. He may have gotten war flashbacks but she had fond memories of torturing him as a child. The look on her face quickly changed though when he started running his mouth. “People lose toes to frostbite all the time. Even missing one I could still kick your ass.” Though now that he was grown he probably had an advantage over her.

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{flora}

“Well, you’re wrong there dear. They have select pieces that can fit nearly any sense of style or fashion. It’s more mature than you’re giving it credit, but that’s something you’ll have to see for yourself.” Flora added with a small smile towards her. “Why shouldn’t I care?” She asked softly towards the other. There was a small ache for the girl that maybe she didn’t have anyone to care enough to tell her to quit. 

Vicky scrunched her nose up. She hated being wrong. “I guess I could check it out. I doubt I’ll find anything I like though.” She pulled her jacket tighter around her. The damned zipper on it was broken. “Because you don’t know me and it’s fucking weird to care about some stranger on the street.”

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{addison}

Addie had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at her sister’s complaints. She scooted a little bit away from her as she saw her light the cancer stick. “You could go back to New York. Maybe it’s warmer there.” She said, shrugging her shoulders. She had to hold back from the ‘fiery pits of hell’ comment she wanted to make after Vicky made the comment of her skin turning red, but it didn’t stop her from smiling about it. “Jesus, Vicky. I mean honestly, isn’t there anything else we can talk about, aside from your obvious hatred for this place?”

“New York and I didn’t exactly vibe,” Vicky said. That might not have been the complete truth and she was sure her sister knew that but she wasn’t about to admit it herself. “We can talk about plenty, Addison. It’s not the place I hate it’s the fact that I had to come here that I hate. Being around you again is never good anyway.”

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{trixie}

Trixie’s nose wrinkled at the sound of Vicky’s voice. Now, she wasn’t a fan of her sister either, but Vicky? Vicky was just….not it. And of course she was smoking too. It was just distasteful. Totally not cool. “Can you smoke your cancer stick elsewhere?” Trixie asked, only slightly nervous. Vicky was someone you didn’t just snap at without getting it back times ten. But she was so annoyed it almost didn’t matter. Almost. “There are plenty of places to shop here. You just gotta look.”

“I could sit on top of you and smoke. How does that sound?” she clapped back. Vicky took a deep inhale of the cigarette and stepped closer to her cigarette. “Secondhand smoke causes cancer too. Maybe you’re the one invading my space.” She blew out the smoke, not bothering to turn away from her. “Yeah, I’m sure. It’s finding a good one that’s the issue. And I doubt you know of any that are actually good.”

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{flora}

“Fairest Apparel.” She added with a bright grin. “And of course with the changing of seasons, all the newest fashion trends are out. That does include what you’re looking for as well ,just with a little more.” Shaking her head she held her hands in front of her. “I have no problem.. you just have such lovely skin, and you’re so young. It’s just sad to see you putting that to waste one stick at a time and cutting it all short for the world to admire.” 

“Fairest Apparel,” she repeated. “Sounds like everything is going to be pastel or covered in sequins. I don’t care what the hottest trend is. If I see something and I like it then I’ll get it. I cared more about being up to date when I was a teenager. Now I just want to be comfortable but look hot at the same time.” Vicky took another drag off her cigarette. “Maybe that’s the reason I do it. Why do you care so much?”

[ledger-heath]

CLOSER (2004) dir. Mike Nichols

[ickyvicky]

{sheridan}

“That’s when they’re tropical ones or in the southern hemisphere,” Shock answered the question, crossing her arms over her chest. “Maybe you should have done a bit of research before just moving to a new country without any fucking proper clothing.” In truth she didn’t care what the hell happened to the other girl, but she wasn’t going to sit back and let some dumbass shit talk her home.

Vicky hadn’t really expected the other girl to dish out attitude like that. She had appreciation for a sharp tongue though. Vicky pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek and nodded. “Alright then.” She blew the smoke from her cigarette directly into the girl’s face. “Maybe get your facts straight before your run your big mouth,” she said. “As you can clearly see I’m wearing a fucking jacket. I said I need a thicker one for winter, dumbass. Maybe clean our your ears or listen for a change.”

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{timmy}

Timmy pulled his own jacket a little tighter around himself and heard his voice before he even knew he was the one talking. “I mean, you could just freeze to death.” Maybe if he’d realized who he was actively next to, he wouldn’t have said that. To anyone else, it would have been a joke about missing classes because you were an ice cube. To Vicky? “I mean-”

“You could just choke, twerp,” Vicky retorted. She rolled her eyes. She hadn’t realized who she was speaking to at first. Maybe because he had grown up quite a bit since she had last seen Timmy. “You mean what, smartass? I dare you to say it.”

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{chavez}

Already clad in both a scarf and a thick shearling jacket, Char nods in agreement, assuming the young woman is addressing him, “If it’s the wind you struggle with, I’d get to buying that scarf ASAP. There’s not much protection from the elements on an island like this - though the upside is that summer is usually scorching.”

He takes his own lighter from his pocket, absently clicking it a few times - an old habit left over from his sorry attempts at teenage rebellion. Does he miss smoking? Sometimes. Is it worse when someone does it in front of him? Maybe so. “Where are you from that makes Corona seem so godforsaken?”

“The summer I can handle. I don’t particularly feign well in the cold. Plus, it dries my skin out. I go through so much lotion in the winter. And I don’t use any cheap shit either so it’s not easy on my wallet.” Maybe she got dry skin from standing outside smoking so much. Vicky watches as he clicks on his lighter. “Do you need a cig?” she asked him. “New Jersey. Which is just as godforsaken.”

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{flora}

Flora had a list of things that she felt needed to be fixed with the figure in front of her. Such a mouth on a pretty face, and the smoke destroying her lungs with every deep breath. Cracking a smile she focused on what the other wanted to speak of. “There is a lovely boutique here actually. I work there, and would love to give you a run down on things. Now cloths that lovely shouldn’t go.. catching second hand smoke or anything though.” She added quickly unable to really stop herself.  

Vicky didn’t care about the opinions of others. She didn’t care about her parents opinion when she got her belly button pierced so she wasn’t going to care about the opinion of the woman standing in front of her. “Yeah? What’s it called?” she asked, not caring about a run down on the store. “I don’t need the details about every item you have. Just if you have warm coats and scarves or not.” Vicky exhaled her smoke and narrowed her eyes. “If you have a problem then stand somewhere else.”