SO WHAT IF I'M CRAZY?

cause i've got a JET BLACK HEART - there's a hurricane u n d e r n e a t h it ZOEY JANE HART - 9TEEN OWNER OF OFF YOUR ROCKER RECORDS

[ofzoeys-blog]

rheaselene:

“…… okay Sylvia Plath.” 

“Ah, a braniac. How do you do? Zoey Hart, murderer at large, allegedly.”

[ofzoeys-blog]

“Hey asshole!” Zoey said slamming the door to beat up Volkswagen. The creaking over the door made a screeching symphony accompanied by the delicately painted art of duck tape, criss crossing the windshield. She tramped down the one way street rapping her knuckles of the window of the car sat parked still in front of her. “I get that german engineering is the shit but it’s not good enough to pass right through your car. This is a road, drive it or move it to the side. I’ve got a fucking business to run.”

[tcllulahs]

“ –yeah, no, it was great to be back home for a bit, actually. my brother and his lovely wife just had their first child not too long ago, so i took a bit of time off to go visit. she’s very cute. cute as a button, really. ”

[ofzoeys-blog]

“hmm...oh yeah.” zoey nodded sluggishly, not completely trying to understand. “yeah cute kids, cute family.”

[rheaselene]

“Will it ever be warm again? I’m so sick of this fucking cold weather.”

[ofzoeys-blog]

“I like the cold; it reminds me of my desolate life.”

[erinjacobs]

“If you say so. But I wouldn’t use that word around me. Well, I’ll be sure to never sneak up on you then.”

[ofzoeys-blog]

“I wouldn’t recommend it.”

[nathancastilo]

“A restroom. But I’m fine. Thank you.”

[ofzoeys-blog]

“Well aren’t you just a gentleman. It’s fine. You can come in and use mine, but try anything and I’ve got a .45 with your name on it.″

[wydtanner-blog]

“It’s personal… Up until they can’t get out and have to come to the hospital.”

[ofzoeys-blog]

“What’s that saying? You made your bed now you have to lie in it.” Zoey chuckled darkly.

[rorydalca]

“The FBI actually.”

[ofzoeys-blog]

“Feisty. I like it.”

[alexxfreitas]

“True. Alright, I’ll get off your sidewalk when I have my booze.” Honestly, they would have left either way, but annoying the girl seemed more fun. 

[ofzoeys-blog]

Zoey sneered and propped the door open. “You can hang out up hear, don’t steal anything.”

[ofzoeys-blog]

fabeckroman:

Even Beck Roman had a radar that, unfortunately for him, was able to pick up the signs of emotional distress. He may have appeared to have the emotional depth as a brick but it wasn’t the identifying he had a problem with, it was the part where you were meant to say something helpful, a common complaint in his patients, he was too straight forward to waste time with sympathy. He didn’t leave, although, in an ideal world Beck would probably have exited stage right as soon as the girl had spoken, “Something like that,” he responded vaguely, “I’ve been here a few months. Not exactly a social butterfly. Don’t go out much,” yes, he registered, that did sound suspicious but it wasn’t like she cared.

Zoey narrowed her eyes at him. She normally avoided situations like this, going out of her way to meet someone. She tended to fall into the bad habit of driving away anyone good in her life so she found it better to just live with her own lonely self and lonely thoughts. “I’m Zoey.” She said not offering a surname or reaching out a hand to shake. God, had she drunken more whiskey than she thought earlier? This was far off for her, way to far off. She should go, before she said something she would ultimately regret.

[alexxfreitas]

“Fair enough, dude. Wait, are you even old enough..? You’re like twelve.” 

[ofzoeys-blog]

“I’m nineteen, and let’s be honest here, you don’t really care.”

[s-french]

“Feel free,” he shrugged, not seeming particularly worried or enamoured by her joke as he watched smoke rise in the darkness and disappear, stubbing his own almost finished cigarette out on the bench. He wasn’t much of a smoker. “By the way, tall people are probably better murder victims, they’re generally leaner than shorter people so the body would be easier to dispose of.”

[ofzoeys-blog]

“Hm what useful information.” She said quirking an eyebrow. She rolled her shoulders back staring flatly at the sky with a little sigh. She wished she wasn’t all too familiar with the topic, with hauling a body twice her size covered in blood and sweat and tears. Not for him though, she refused to cry for him, then he won. “So.” She said releasing a once choked breath. “You new in town?”

[ofzoeys-blog]

Who would you like to get to know better?

The back of my eyelids.

[ofzoeys-blog]

Favorite people in town?

Mako, Sean, Jaz, Is, Celia. Contrary to popular belief I don’t hate everyone.

[ofzoeys-blog]

If you were granted three wishes, what would you do with the second wish?

Get my mom out of jail.

[s-french]

Sitting in the park, the cold air brushed his skin but he didn’t pay much attention, only turning when he heard leaves crunching. It wasn’t often that he was disturbed. Not usually the most sociable of people, even after living here for three years he would normal avoid human interaction at all costs, but this time he glanced up, cigarette twisting between his fingers, “Clearing your head?”

[ofzoeys-blog]

Zoey frowned, wrapping her jacket tighter around her torso. Still trying to shield herself from the night’s cold even as it nipped bitterly through the thin leather. “Nah.” She said mundanely, lighting her own cigarette. “I’m a serial killer and this is an opportune time to find a victim, you’re a little tall but you’ll do.” Zoey chuckled lowly to herself, watching smoke curl and dissipate into the darkness of the sky.

[ofzoeys-blog]