hell in heels

Mona page ♔ seventeen ♔ plastic she smirks with a wicked curve of her lips, 
that could slice your ribs in half, 
she is a sharp-nailed creature, 
fire swimming in her veins. she is beautiful,
 terrible,
 a masterpiece painted in blood.

[ozxcoleman]

Ah, for fuck’s sake, haven’t you done enough already? 

[monapage]

Not nearly.

My list is long and ever-changing.

[tacklecallahan-deactivated20150]

That’s one messed up hit list, love.

[monapage]

Ace O’Hearn? Please.

That was justice.

[monapage]

Another name crossed off the list.

[aceohearn]

Mona wasn’t stupid— Ace knew that much. To come in here, after nearly killing her… she obviously had a plan in mind. The second she barged into his room, Ace titled his head upwards with annoyance, bringing his hand to aid the kink in his neck. He exhaled, rolling his eyes as he shut the door behind them. Ace doubted that he’d attack her again— but he didn’t want to take the chance of anyone catching a glimpse. 

Swallowing hard, Ace followed as she made herself at home, crossing his arms with impatience. Get to the point, he voiced in his head as she yammered about. He didn’t care too much, watching Mona steal a cigarette. What he found amazing, was the tolerance he had for even being able to withstand her entire being for what felt like an hour. The mere few minutes they shared dug deep, dragging time itself. At the mention of betrayal, he breathed in deep, staring to acknowledge to direction she was going in. Another threat? Plan? Blackmail? Using his smoking habit as such was weak. Lara didn’t approve, but that didn’t mean it was a deal breaker— on account that he was trying, at least. 

Clenching his jaw, he stood his ground, preventing himself from lunging at her. Mona was… evil, all of them were. He, himself, had his own intimidatingly fearful traits— but Ace would never resort to using someone for his own personal entertainment. Whether this be revenge, or out of personal pleasure, it was inhumane. It made him sick. He spotted the pepper spray at hand, smirking from the lesson she’s learned. “If you think your measly spray could beat me from getting to you first, you’re making a death wish.” Ace surprised himself, every time a threat slipped without his consent. It was Mona; something evil came out of him with every push she made. “Can you get to the point?” he added. “I’m not interested in your games.”

[monapage]

Mona blinked, momentarily lost, before realizing she was subconsciously fiddling with the weapon. She realized her mistake, though she was well aware the real weapon was Lara. "Measly spray," she laughed, his impatience only fueling her. "You sound like a comic book villain." She picked up the keys, and placed them in the pouch around her waist. "Sometimes we put to much faith in our strength, Ace," she took another puff from the cigarette. "And sometimes our strength is what comes back to bite us in the ass." 

Her smile stayed on her face as she reached up to her neck. She unzipped her turtleneck running jacket, revealing the dark bruise in the shape of a hand that wrapped around her neck. She stood up and approached him, though shorter, she met him face to face, close enough to make him uncomfortable. "See this? I don't put up with this shit, Ace." Her smile quickly shifted into a glare. 

"I don't take it. If I wanted to kill you, I would. Maybe someday I might, if I feel like it. But for now, here's the deal. You're going to jail. You're going to jail for assault. For drug possession. For attempted manslaughter on a minor. This isn't a threat anymore, Ace. This is a done deal. Tomorrow, police are arriving to pick you up.” 

“You're not going to run. You're not going to hide. You know why? Because if you do, Lara is going to the hospital. She'll have a food tube shoved down her throat. She'll live there for three months minimum-- but there might be a technical error. She might be there for eight months. A year. Maybe they'll put her in the adult ward, with the crazy men. You never know what could happen, Ace." Her voice was low, teeth were clenched, her hands were shaking--  god, was she fucking furious. No one leaves a mark on Mona Page and lives to tell the tale of anything other than her wrath.

"This--" she pointed to her neck. "This I don't fucking accept. I don't take it lightly. This-- This how the legacy of Ace O'Hearn dies."

She stepped back, suddenly composed. She took a drag of the cigarette, zipped her jacket back up and her friendly smile appeared back on her face. “I just thought it would be nice of me to let you know. So you can say your goodbyes and whatnot.”

[aceohearn]

June, so far, had been a whirlwind of events Ace had zero control over. It wasn’t that he was a control freak, in fact, the brunette was the polar opposite. Even so, these past events had been so obscure and beyond what he knows, it created a form of anxiety he didn’t know he had. He promised Lara he would stop smoking. The first month was hard, but eventually, he was down to four sticks a day. Despite his progress, Ace bought three more boxes before heading into his dorm tonight. Finally, he felt like he could breath (ironically). There was still an unsteady tension with half the school, and Lara, who stubbornly refused to given in her involvement. 

Sat comfortably in the corner of the room with the window wide open, his piercing green eyes stared blankly out the blinds with his legs sprawled out upon his disheveled sheets. He hadn’t a single thought or worry, letting the heaviness of the past month exhale with the smoke. Ace was desperate for stillness, even if it meant killing two more boxes. Though, that didn’t mean an interruption would come sooner or later. Already annoyed, Ace tapped the stick against the edge of his ash tray before setting it down to answer the door. Pulling it open, he heaved a heavy breath to be met face to face with Mona. “What the fuck do you want?”

[monapage]

Mona's smirk widened into a smile at his volatile response. If there was one thing Mona loved, it was annoying the shit out of people she hated. Without invitation, she stepped into his bedroom. Unlike many theories, Mona wasn't the devil, she didn't need permission to cross thresholds into a person's person space. So she was just a bit worse than Satan themself. "Mm," She hummed, as if to ponder the question. "What do I want?" 

She sat herself upon his bed-- or was it his roommate's? She didn't know nor care. She made herself comfortable, crossing her legs upon it. Her eyes fell upon the cigarettes that lay out-- not that was difficult to find, he wasn't particularly great at masking the scent. "Givenchy's Spring 2016 collection, an invitation to next year's MET Gala," She pulled a new cigarette out of box and placed it between her lips. She picked up his lighter and lit the cigarette, breathing it in and placing the lighter back where she found it. She took the cigarette out of her mouth, exhaling smoke into the room. "My friends to stop betraying me, to stop being forced to give so many merciless consequences-- it really takes over my schedule." 

She took another drag of the cigarette, not an unfamiliar feeling to the girl. Though not a habit of hers, she used to smoke every once and a while because she saw some badass in a movie do it. She eyed it with some suspicion before shifting herself to face Ace. "Most of them--" She nodded towards the direction of Atwell-- "hate cigarettes. You know, heat melts Plastic… wonder what it does to Lara?" The smile appeared on her lips again. "Speaking of, we were thinking, the poor girl really needs some help. You know, with the--" she mimicked sticking her fingers down her throat "-- thing. I was thinking of taking it to her parentals, thinking it might be best if she was put in Chicago Psych. Heard the ED patients stay for at least three months." With her free hand, she fiddled with her keychain (one that now held pepper spray.)

[monapage]

+ aceohearn

It was 8pm, time for Mona's nightly run. She stood in front of Atwell, running gear on and earbuds in. She pulled her hair up into a pony and blazed her music in case any freshmen fans tried to convince her into giving them an undeserved spot in the Plastics. In the past she would've been accompanied by Cavitt and Lara, but Cavitt was off traipsing around with head Plastics of the past (like it's not SUPER awkward) and Lara… Well, Mona didn't want to add aiding and abetting the hyper-strict blonde's ED on her rep anymore. Mona began with their typical route, going around campus and passing each of the dorms. Typically, the three steered clear of Hellsgate on account of the one time they ran into drunk-druggie vomit and Lara's trigger-happy gag reflex began to act up; but there was no avoiding the dorm today. Outside of completing the jog, Mona had something to accomplish this evening.

Mona enjoyed her runs, they weren't obligatory for optimum weight loss (she enjoyed some curves,) or some kind of compulsive act. With each breath of cool summer air she breathed in, she felt more powerful. Each time her foot pressed into the ground she could feel herself becoming stronger and stronger, after each run she felt more in control.

After a few minutes, she'd arrived at her (unappealing) pit stop. She tightened her ponytail and walked into the dorm. She ignored to confused looks and whispers of curiosity that began each time some prole spotted the queen Plastic. Once she'd arrived at the dorm, she began to knock. When the door finally opened, a smirk appeared on her lips. "Hey, Ace."

[danixdaniels-deactivated2015100]

“I heard you, which by the way, saying that just makes you sound like a sociopath, which is accurate by definition considering you’re you.”

[monapage]

“Oka-a-ay. Great talk, Katrina. Let’s see if you and your friends make it out in one piece.”

[danixdaniels-deactivated2015100]

“So technically you’re saying that you want me to be your little bitch? I’m not really into being someone’s bitch, Mona. This might have worked on Blaze, but I’m not Blaze.” 

“Just stay out of my lane, and my friends lanes, and I’ll stay out of yours. No need to make this so complicated.”

[monapage]

“God, I’m not even asking you to do anything other than chill. I’m gonna be telling a lot of other people this.”

“Did you not hear me the first time? I’m the fucking interstate. -- Now you’re just wasting my time. Remember my warning, Katrina. I’ll only say it once.”

[henrymoreau]

Carter Fleming. 

[monapage]

... Huh. Yeah.

[henrymoreau]

Our parents are friends– So I’ve seen you around. 

[monapage]

What’s your name? First and last.

[danixdaniels-deactivated2015100]

“I’ll stay in my lane, if you stay in yours– and out of everyone else’s.”

“Why would you want to do that? Better question, why the fuck would I ever want anything from you?”

[monapage]

“Mm, see, every lane is my lane. I’m like the fucking interstate.”

“Positive reenforcement, or, though less likely, if you become useful. Katrina-- I think you’re underestimating the connections and influence the Plastics have. Teachers, grades, colleges, jobs, protection for you or friends. Depending on how good you are, or how useful you are, you can get whatever you want.”

[danixdaniels-deactivated2015100]

[monapage]

“It ain’t hard, just chill out and stay in your lane.”

“Do it well enough and I might donate some of my Plastic-power gifts to the Katrina fund.”

[henrymoreau]

Well— That’s probably because we’ve met before. 

[monapage]

Under what kinda circumstances would that happen?

[danixdaniels-deactivated2015100]

“Are you threatening me?”

[monapage]

“No, no, of course not. Threats can be empty. I’m giving you a warning.”

[henrymoreau]

Yeah, I’m sure. 

[monapage]

... Alright, yeah. I believe you. You seem familiar enough.

[henrymoreau]

— I, uh, I’m not in middle school. We go to the same school. 

[monapage]

I mean, if you’re sure...

[ridefm]

I knew it! What’s my prize?

[monapage]

You must be eliminated now that you know. Run, run while you can. Run far, far away from me.