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- she knows her way around. Leah Keeler. Baker. Dancer. Sister. (independent account for multi-verse original character. tracking leahkeeler.) Main muse is in a committed relationship.

[lilquaintrelle]

merp.

i think i might as well just kill this account

[viennaronan-blog]

v. gut wrenched

[viennaronan-blog]

Finally reaching him, she took a step back to allow him space as one of his knees hurtled to the ground and landed in a pile of leaves on the dirty wooded floor.  Rosalie’s expression was still one of bewilderment to mirror his, but not for the same reasons apparently.  Hunched over with her arm slung across her stomach, she tried to find the breath to speak. “Freaky thing, over there. Dark figure… thing…” She mumbled breathlessly, standing up straight a moment.

"So yeah, I’m totally fine." She added with pointed sarcasm, a sassy tone caking her voice before it drastically softened once she remembered he’d fallen. “Are you okay?” She asked, holding her hand out for him to take. Rosalie took the opportunity to take in his features, her forehead almost immediately curving into a crease of confusion. Didn’t she know him? Whatever, there were more pressing matters on hand. A second sound from somewhere behind her caused her to practically jump out of her skin, cowering closer to the boy in front of her.

"What the hell was that?" Fuck, for someone that loved scary movies she was hating this. “I’m not scared.” She stated out loud, more to herself than to him. But she felt the need to announce it, she didn’t like the panic in her veins.

[lilquaintrelle]

"Did you, uh, Slenderman?" was his less than coherent response, eyes widened as he tried to visualize what had scared her so much. He held on to her, making his way back to his feet without a second thought about it, but felt himself flinch protectively in front of her, trying to figure out just what was out there.

His gaze flickered back towards her, taking in the hair color, the tense posture and something vaguely familiar in her expression, before he remembered how they weren't really making social niceties right then and there. "Just a scrape. Not like my heart's trying to jump out of my chest and take off with my sanity, not at all."

A loud gulp. His own, of course. "That... Sounded exactly like something I don't want to meet." Lucas blinked slowly, turning his head back towards her, the hint of a name just at the tip of his tongue. "I kind of am, and I didn't even see it," he admitted, slightly embarrassed.

[lilquaintrelle]

[olympic bound]

[viennaronan-blog]

Austin had pretty much signed himself off of the Olympics for another go round, never expecting to be sent at the last second. Alternate or star of the team, it didn’t really matter as long as he was going to be able to remember how the rush of competing felt—while knowing that his career was probably coming to a close sooner rather than later. He was already older than everyone else as it was. Still, he was happy to avoid the girl gymnasts at all costs. Especially after his not so pleasant breakup with miss Kaylie Cruz. He shook his head at the thought, making his way to the gym when he was sure everyone had already cleared out. It was somewhat of a tradition to him by now; staring at the empty space when it was the least intimidating, and trying to convert it into his actual performances when they counted the most.

Briefly he wondered if he’d loaded rocks into his bag while he was sleeping, because somehow it felt heavier all of a sudden. Maybe it was all in his head, the weight of what he had riding on even making it to London again flustering him mentally. Well, that wasn’t how Austin Tucker was supposed to feel. He needed to be sure of himself, because his arrogance was always what made him so popular in the first place. Losing that edge now could mean more than just his own loss of dignity, it could make or break his performance level.

That was when he spotted a familiar blonde, grinning at the back of her head from where he stood in the distance. Careful to walk with quiet and and steady steps, he appeared directly over her shoulder. “Hey Killer, are you lost?” He asked with his usual cocky banter, something that was never to be taken personally. People came to understand that about him, after a while.

[lilquaintrelle]

"Austin," she hissed, immediately, cheeks flaming. It was probably too loud a tone to take, what with them being clandestinely occupying the gym, but she'd done her best under the circumstances. She hadn't been expecting him - or anyone, really - to find her in there. Not with her guard lowered so.

Her defensive stance dropped momentarily as she brushed some hair behind her ear, turned around to give him a chastising look. If anything, well, they both knew who was the second hardest worker when it came to the gym. Too many times had Sasha stayed out late with either one of them, before finally trusting they wouldn't do away with one of the mats and leaving the keys for them to close up behind. It had developed some sort of rapport, after all.

"Couldn't sleep?" she queried, instead, one eyebrow arching up, arms stretched out in front of her. Her eyes focused on his face for a few more moments before taking in the space ahead of them again. It was... there. Tangible.

[silentxkiller-deactivated201510]

Anyone But You || Pyro

The air on the bus was stale, hot as bodies pressed against her; not that she could really breathe anyway. It was a relief when she got to her destination, quickly dashing down the steps, pausing as she looked around. There were so many people here. Rogue pulled her jacket tighter around herself as she edged along the throng of bodies to get in line.

After this she wouldn’t have to worry about people, she wouldn’t be a constant danger to enemies and allies alike. It would be a good thing, being human. She could actually be around people, do normal things with them like hugging, holding hands, even kissing without the threat of killing them.

If it was such a great thing why was her stomach in knots? She felt queasy, like she might throw up as she ignored those around her. It worked pretty well until she heard the one sound she could have gone the rest of her days not hearing: the unmistakable click of a zippo lighter as the owner played with it, his thumb tracing the shark emblazoned on the side. She knew it was a shark because she’d bought it for him.

                     “What are you doing here?                               Planning on blowing us all sky high?”

[lilquaintrelle]

It hadn't been assigned to him per se, but he'd mentally volunteered himself for the task. No matter how big anarchists the others claimed themselves to be, he highly doubted any of them had had much experience rioting successfully. Or burning down buildings.

What had been initially an annoyance - needing some exterior help to create what was his most basic nature - now passed by as an annoying gesture. Something to let others know he'd arrived. That he was there.

A passing glance at the people gathered up, at least those who cowardly wanted to be referred to as something as common as people, did yield more results than he'd been expecting in the first place. Pyro sneered, unable to hold it back. Her gift was - Why would she? Who would she do that for.

                     “Frostbite would ruin that, wouldn't he?                                That is, if he was here with you. Holding your hand.”

[lilquaintrelle]

if i make it back home alive after the exam

i will reply to things tonight

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[lilquaintrelle]

I'm so tired oh.

I owe replies

and I want more muses.

[sexylthings-deactivated20150406]

[scrwups]

                    “And when you say incredibly appealing, you’re not being sarcastic, right?” Emery said with a slight raise of her eyebrows. “Fine.” She sighed in exasperation. “No sex rampage.” Despite the fact that that’s kind of what she was banking on. “Nah, you’re a dork, I feel like your friends are super dorky too. I got this.” Emery dug in her back pocket for her phone and sent out a group text that was sure to spread like a wildfire. “You tell no one of this.”

[lilquaintrelle]

"Sarcasm? Why, I don't even know how to begin using that." Her own eyebrows mirrored those of her step-sister, her entire posture relaxed against the couch. While she would have normally protested against being called a dork, well, she could sometimes be seen as one. Sort of. "Who'm I gonna tell? The rest of the dorks?" she inquired, tone of voice pitching a little higher. "I hope you told them BYOB."

[scrwups]

          “Your mom and my dad are gone for the next two days. Which only leaves us with two plausible options.” This was her attempt and befriending her knew step-sister. “Party — or sex rampage.”

[lilquaintrelle]

"You know, no matter how incredibly appealing the idea of a sex rampage sounds... I think we'll have to go for something that only potentially destroys the place." Andi smiled to herself, giving a small shrug of her shoulders. "Do you know some people or should I call up mine?"

[lilquaintrelle]

[lilquaintrelle]

things i owe:

ihavehopeandfaith - replies to chats (if still wanted)

lizdanes - reply to two paras (are there any more?)

littlemissrogue / littleredcassandra - something something ryro (ily)

[viennaronan-blog]

v. gut wrenched

That gut feeling clawing at your gut that something was wrong, the one that forced a whispering voice into your head telling you that something was dangerous? Every bone in Rosalie’s body was spewing the same signs now. This forest was her favorite place to go to catch up on some reading, and maybe even dance through the silence of the wind and the trees. It was quiet. Rosalie liked the quiet. And if it wasn’t for the dark figure that appeared right before her eyes only to disappear again, she would have nothing to worry about. And then there it was again. What the fuck was it? Whatever it was, and how crazy she was going to sound—she definitely  looked like she’d just seen a ghost. Literally.

Well, it was without a doubt the time to haul ass in the other direction. She turned, only to spot someone else on a different path a couple hundred feet away from her. The more irrational side of her was desperate for the comfort of company, but the more stubborn and hard headed side of her kept her feet cemented right where they were. A twig snapped behind her, and her eyes widened in panic. Shit! Her feet took off towards the unknown person, pushing her as fast as they could take her. So much for her usual stubbornness; a monkey wrench was thrown right into that one. Still, she wasn’t scared—pft, no way. Maybe this other person  would need protection.

"Hey, hey! Damn it, wait up!"

[lilquaintrelle]

He'd heard normal people didn't spend their free time roaming around wild and vastly unexplored woods. Okay, maybe the vastly unexplored part had more to do with his lack of interest for anything that involved being outside, surrounded by shrubs and greenery. Lucas had a hard time telling himself he hadn't really gotten lost, and that he had indeed found better cellphone reception out there than he had had back in the cabin... but the sky seemed pretty far away from him right then. As did civilization.

It wasn't until he actually heard a voice - was that a person? - that he stumbled and lost his balance altogether, one knee slipping down to the dirty ground, a comically bewildered expression on his face. Where had the girl come from?

"A-Are you okay?"

[viennaronan-blog]

[until we meet again]

[viennaronan-blog]

It was one of those defining moments where a phrase like “speak of the devil” didn’t even cut it. More than anything, their whole friendship—if that’s what she could call it—, was light and teasing. She could have said it lacked substance at first, but somewhere through her heart conditions everything became a lot deeper than that. And it was odd to say the least that she was suddenly face to face with him after so much time.

Standing from her place, she glided over to him swiftly and placed her hands on her hips.

"If it isn’t Jake. Too bad there’s no security around, you could make sure to tell them I stole your phone.”

[lilquaintrelle]

Watching her walk - or walk away, in some sense - had always been of the utmost importance. Something about her sashay, the way her hair seemed to float, or the oomph she put into it - he'd always been a fan of watching her move. Party dresses or not. Jake didn't extricate himself from his current chat partner, no matter how much of an annoyance it might prove to one or both of them.

His body angled towards the newcomer, eyes drinking in the sight lazily, never wavering from her face to better unnerve her.

"You never respected our camp traditions, Lauren, and it broke my heart. All is fair when it comes to Otis. This is Marceline."

[viennaronan-blog]

[shark vs. shark]

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"Know me? Nope, don’t believe you’ve had the pleasure. Luckily I’m here to cure your misfortunes, I’m Richard.” Richard relaxed his stance, rolling his shoulders around like he was getting comfortable enough to stand there all day and push her buttons. Which he probably would, if his friend didn’t get a move on. 

Shrugging his shoulders, he leaned in closer with a narrowed gaze. “You know, I don’t really trust airports. Plenty of room for whack jobs, you never know what  could happen.”

[lilquaintrelle]

The pleasure. Right. Tee arched one eyebrow up - as high up as she could make it go - while still studying the male. Richard. She could think of a nickname for that one. He wasn't really pinging on her ultimate creep alarms, yet, so she leaned back just a little. "I'll hold back my judgment there. I'm Tee." And, however childish, she still hated her name too much to want to give it to anyone. Even strangers.

"I don't think you've really got to go all the way to the airport to get a whack job. Some of them might be hiding in your friendliest little gym," she pointed out, head tilting to one side, lips pursed. Height differences had always unnerved her just a tad. Any of her psychology-major buddies would get a kick out of analyzing that one.

[lilquaintrelle]

[paysonbelov]

Now, I know you want to give me a kiss or hug me or something, and you’re the shy type. And that’s OK. You have my permission.