we're all heroes of our own story

We were the ones who weren't afraid. We were the broken hearted. We were the scars that wouldn't fade away. How did we let go? How did we forget that we don't have to hide? We won't believe the lies again. We won't be paralyzed.

[variiawrites]

THE MERRIES; Betty, Blake, Claudia, Kyra, Maria, Nahuel, & Neveah.

We’re all heroes of our own story.

[minsrey]

John: Noah, be honest with me: what are we looking at in terms of collateral?

Noah: Well.... the Fran amount.

[minsrey]

Student: Professor Claudia, forgive me, I tried to stop her. But when I pleaded with her, she merely responded with—and pardon my French, no offense—

Nahuel: Some taken.

Student: —"Fuck the police." She then proceeded to tilt every painting she passed on the way here.

Blake: HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Claudia: (sigh) Oh God...walking through that hallway is going to give me such a headache now.

[minsrey]

The next time you have a thought.... let it go.

Nahuel

[minsrey]

Claudia: What. Did you do?

Blake: Oh, alright. But you can't be mad at me.

Claudia: WHAT. DID YOU DO?

Blake: Okay, first... I was just minding my own business—

Claudia: (slams desk) BULLSHIT!

Blake: (whining) I waaaas!

[minsrey]

Blake: Do you know what the question I’m asked most often is?

Maria: “Will you please leave the premises?”

[minsrey]

Albert: You understand, girl, you’re about to take down the organization. They’ll kill you.

Claudia: Only if I die.

Albert: Yes, that’s what… killing you means.

[minsrey]

Nahuel: Why would you ever want to run 26 miles

Fran: The same reason you stay on the couch for the entire month of July.

Nahuel: Oh, I get it. A sense of accomplishment.

[minsrey]

Nahuel: I’m proud to identify as a moronsexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Fran asked me what the Spanish word for tortilla was once and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight.

Fran: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?

Nahuel, already taking his clothes off: You’re so fucking stupid.

[minsrey]

Police Facebook: The Meta-human Maria has a warrant for her arrest for — [Picture of Maria]

Maria [In the comment section]: I need a better mugshot.

Police: Come to see us and we will arrange. No cost.

Maria: If only they were as good at finding me as they were with comebacks.

[4 weeks later]

Police: Thanks to everyone for their help in locating the Meta-human Maria on the waterfront tonight!

Old Man Albert: Great work! - Can we see the new mugshot?

Fran: I would pay to hear the banter the arresting police gave her.

[One Comment to Fran's comment]

Maria: I’d pay to see their faces when they realized I walked out.]

[minsrey]

Maria: Everyone has a bad friend that teaches you a few things. Like how to smoke, how to lie, how to get kicked out of your family.

Jamie: Which friend is this?

Maria: I am the friend.

[minsrey]

Veah: I hope I get run over.

Arthur: Awww! Come on, it’s Christmas! Get in the spirit!

Veah: I hope I get run over by a reindeer.

[minsrey]

Fran: If I punch myself and it hurts am I strong or weak?

Blake: you’re strong

Nahuel: you’re weak

Claudia: you’re stupid

[minsrey]

Jamie: WHAT ARE ALL THESE DEAD BODIES DOING HERE?!

Maria, nudging one with her toe: Honestly, not much.

[minsrey]

Blake: What are we gonna do?

Nahuel: Ah, what are you so worried about? You’re so small they probably won’t even see you.

Blake: Nahuel, is this really the time to be making short jokes?

Nahuel: Blake, it is never not the time because, just like you, life is short.

[minsrey]

Nahuel: Sometimes, we screw things up for the better.

Blake: That’s a good motto. We should use it.

[minsrey]

Claudia: Vee, what are you listening to?

Veah: A relaxation tape. The rain is supposed to relax me.

Claudia: Is it working?

Veah: Not really. I keep worrying that I left my car windows down.