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ivyholloway:
NBE Event: rebirth, more like bury me already.
â pollyâs review.
* yolo
âStupidly hot and completely tolerable.â
Sheâs the type of person to look you right in the eye when she lies, but not one to look you right in the eye when her heart is involved.
Itâs not that sheâs faint of heart, sheâd just rather it stop than skip a beat because sheâs not one for feeling weak. (via she-lives-to-write)
addict-undead:
âYou better run, better run, better run, yeah Iâm coming after you/Â When youâre sleeping at night, yeah thereâs nothing you can do/Â Thereâs no place you can hide cause Iâm coming after you.â
Hollywood Undead - Another Way Out
Sheâs built up her walls to keep people out. Sheâs been hurt before. But things have changed. Sheâs trying to tear those walls down herself. But she stops from time to time, out of fear. But with you by her side she can do it. She is still cautious, but sheâs trying to give you her heart, sheâs finding it hard.
abukiwi, just my late night thoughts (via wnq-writers)
ivyholloway:
â My father taught me â She explained, partly proud partly saddened. Talking about her father was still weird. She was just getting used to the idea that he would never show up in Fall City. â I helped on the radio back in high school â you know that weird kid who plays music around in the halls? That was me. When everything started, I learnt a lot more but the thing is that I know how to find them if theyâre using radios. â Ivy was walking in front of Trix. She shrugged and gave a gentle smile. â Have any name of the dissapeared? Are we sure of who are they? â
A smirk tugged at the corner of Trixâs harsh features as she remembered what she was like at high school. Sheâd been smart - the top of her classes - but sheâd also gotten bored easily. People had learnt not to mess with her family name and her and her siblings had taken that into the school. âSweetheart, I bullied those weird kids when I were in school.â Trix knew radios better than she was letting on. She could build one from scratch, but once it was made she wasnât so good at using one. She preferred her technology to have a screen. âYes. I got a list,â she replied tightly, all emotion devoid of her tones as she rummaged inside her jacket pocket and tried not to think too much about whose names were on that list.
How dangerous,â she thought, âto finally have something worth losing.
Ten word story (via blossomfully)
ivyholloway:
â Thank you so much, Trix! â Ivy lead the way with firm steps. â Are you good with radios? â
Trix gave a huff to the kidâs thanks and over excited steps, already partly regretting landing herself with someone wielding such an upbeat attitude. âI know the basics, hon - how they work. You learn how to use them at school or somethinâ?â
hanngibson:
A deep crimson began spreading across porcelain cheeks when the woman sheâd been watching called her out on being in the way. âUh- Iâm sorry. I was just impressed at how well you were handling the gun, is all,â Hannah said before moving away from the light and sinking down to the floor not too far away, a hand absentmindedly brushing across her ribs where the bullet wound was still healing.
âIf you canât clean a gun you shouldnât use one,â Trix replied bluntly, effectively swiping the teenâs complimentary comment aside. Her words echoed those of her fatherâs and instead of feeling reminiscent she found found herself with a bitter taste on her tongue. Trix cast her gaze back up to the girl, arching a critical brow. âYou goinâ to keep standinâ there or you goinâ to help?â