die happy

Leanne Wilmington, 20 "God, she was a bitch… which is too nice of a word for what she was actually."

[ellet0mkins]

[craftylittlea]

And pulls the trigger || Closed

The lights were on, the re-enactments were over, people were getting drunk and smiling. Christmas brought that out in people. Some people. There were some faces absent from tonight’s festivities and -A knew the reasons for that were her doing. It made her feel good but she couldn’t focus on that right now. She had to set her mind to another task. Leanne Wilmington. She was useless. She hadn’t followed through, hadn’t done anything useful. -A was tired of it, actually, and the blonde knew too much. It had been a while since she’d done away with a blonde… it was probably about time. The memory of hitting Alicia Porter with that car flickered through her mind and she smirked, unable to really help herself. Little Daisy might be horrified if she knew what she’d really done; not that she hadn’t entertained these sorts of fantasies but… thinking something and doing it are two completely different things.

Snaking through the crowd, she went mostly unnoticed. As always. For some reason, that bothered her, a surge of irritation flooding through her body. These people were so self absorbed, so horrible. What she wouldn’t give to just drop a bomb on all of them right here and now. It was impossible and it would ruin the game… but everyone in this town was disgusting. Herself included. She moved closer towards the entrance to the park, shooting off a text to lure the young blonde over. There were many ways she could have done it. She could have overdosed her. Stabbed her. Hit her so hard in the head that she died… though that was more Sasha’s style. She opted for something different tonight, something new. The gun she’d stolen from Cara Cooke’s apartment was going to come in handy. Especially since she knew the gun had to be illegally in her possession. Cara was one girl she’d never really messed around with. She was strange, that one. Different almost every time she came across the brunette and it was unnerving and odd… but she was beginning to put the pieces together. The barmaid was unstable. She owned a gun. How many people were able to get possession of a gun in this place?! This country even. It was unheard of, people were more often stabbed than gunned down in the streets. The gun might eventually trace back to the brunette, -A didn’t know, but if it did then that was just another part of the game. The girl wanted to stay under the radar, that much was obvious. Wanted to stay out of trouble. -A sure as hell never let anyone get what they wanted.

It was hours before Leanne showed up (the fireworks had long since stopped) and -A was thoroughly angered by the time she did. There was an argument once her identity was out, a fight, and then two shots rang out clear as day through the dark. -A turned and fled, dropping the gun somewhere in some bushes. Not too far from the scene but not so close that it would be found right away. It would take them a while… and she would really enjoy watching them look. One of her aims was to give the police too much to work with… she’d already been doing a fantastic job of that so far, they were all over the place with all these investigations.

This game of cat and mouse was starting to heat up again and she could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. A few hours later she would be just another confused bystander, unaware of who she really was. Which was half the fun in her opinion.

[carmen-chan]

[leanne-wilmington]

Looks like you've got everything figured out. -A

[evanjohnsons]

Bet it looks top notch.

[leanne-wilmington]

It will!

[daisy-ramsey]

I’ve always considered myself privileged for not having my ‘paps questioning me about grades, wedding, or just life in general really.

[leanne-wilmington]

Someone having interest in you can be quite nice though.

[evanjohnsons]

Got to decorate any other places?

[leanne-wilmington]

No, just my place.

[daisy-ramsey]

Well, at least I don’t have to worry about relatives coming to visit.

[leanne-wilmington]

That's sad.

[evanjohnsons]

You were very well deserving of that money, yes. Countin’ on ya’ for new years.

[leanne-wilmington]

And I can use that money so I'll definitely be there.

[evanjohnsons]

The pub looks fucking ace. You’ll ought to try the new holiday cocktail. It’ll will blow your mind.

[leanne-wilmington]

You like it?

[the-younger-lane]

Besides the noise making me flinch it’s nice.

[leanne-wilmington]

It's a nicer sound than blasting music.

[missjessicamarshall-blog]

Someone who has next to nothing done.

[leanne-wilmington]

Well what do you need? Let me help.

[the-younger-lane]

They are.

[leanne-wilmington]

Definitely one of my favorite things here. Do you like it so far?

[the-younger-lane]

It’s loud.

[leanne-wilmington]

But so pretty.

[the-younger-lane]

Fireworks are louder than I remember.

[leanne-wilmington]

What did you say?

[missjessicamarshall-blog]

"Why must Christmas shopping be so hard…"

[leanne-wilmington]

Who does Christmas shopping at the Christmas tree lighting?

[this-is-will-darcy-blog]

It's all your crazy messed up ways || Leanne & Will

[thewill-darcy]

"Won't be too long," He assured her, not really wondering if she was nervous or just in a hurry to get there or what. His mind was fuzzy and he was just enjoying not having to think so much for once. He liked not thinking about.. her. Kelly. Ugh. There she went popping into his head and he quickly forced the image that came with it away. "I could run?" He squeezed her legs lightly, laughing a little.

[leanne-wilmington]

"Run Will Run." Leanne laughed tightening her grip around his neck. It was nice to be like that feeling all fuzzy forgetting about Andrew.. Leanne never thought bad things but ugh. Soon they arrived at a rather big house.. way bigger than hers. "You live here?" She asked an amazed look on her face when she got down from his back holding onto his arm.