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âI donât know how I ripped my dress,â Penrose mutters, stubborn as usual. Sheâs still ridiculously high, and she knows exactly how she ripped her dress, but she doesnât think that Ruby really needs to hear all the details. âI was just asking if you knew any good tailors. You seem like the type to have a secret network of contacts in every industry, but I figured fashion would be a no-brainer.â
yousmellpurple:
Emmie Lou didnât know how anyone could be joking. She was mortified. She knew a real body when she saw one, and that man was real. With her shirt discarded, she now only had a bra, skirt and bloodied tights on. Her wide eyes stared at the girl.âYouâre sick.â She pointed her finger to the girlâs eyes, her finger getting closer and closer, as if she was about to poke the girlâs eyeball.
âIâm sick?â Penrose swatted the girlâs hand away, laughing. The noise was hollow and humourless. âYeah, Iâm fucking sick. I feel like Iâm about to throw up, and not just from the copious substance abuse. Whereâs your shirt, Carrie White?â This last sentence was spoken in a different tone than the rest; reluctant sympathy bled into Penroseâs voice. She felt bad for the girl who clearly had had to surrender her top for evidence. They werenât actually living inside a shitty misogynistic horror movie, even though thatâs how today felt. There was no reason this girl had to walk around topless.
 lydiaasher:
Penroseâs voice cut through Lydiaâs thoughts and it was a blessing of sorts, the sound of a friend instead of more cops and EMTs. They meant well and they were doing their best to be tactful, but even without seeing the way they reacted to other people, it was clear from how theyâd responded to her and Gabe that they werenât used to working with kids like the ones at Plath. But Gabe had gone to get her clean clothes and theyâd relaxed a little now that the serial killer was gone.
They also seemed to think that Penrose looked like a nice change, if the way they let her in was any indication. When she felt the other girl by her side, she tried to manage a smile, but it was shaky and clearly forced. She gave a small shake of her head, fingers bunched up in the bloody fabric of her dress. âI-IâŠthey said I canât leave yet. They, um, they want my dress for evidence and I-I think they want to, um, to question me some more.â
âThey want--â Penrose cuts herself off, absolutely fuming. âThose sick fucks. Donât they understand how trauma works? Or how shock works? Iâm eighteen, for Christâs sake, and even I know that you wonât be of any use to a detective right now.â She squeezes Lydiaâs hand gently, brushing more blood out of her hair. Some police officer gives her a suspicious look, and Penrose flips him the bird. Sheâs never been a fan of cops, and today is not her day to change.
âIâll stay with you, then,â Penrose promises, and she kisses the back of Lydiaâs bloody hand. Now she really does look like a knight. She wipes her own bloody fingers off on her dress; itâs red anyway, so she figures a little blood wonât matter too much. Her mind is vibrating from a combination of her fury, the drugs, and the shock. âAnd if they ask you anything weird, Iâll be your lawyer. Iâm practically a god damn law student at this point anyway.â She knows sheâs rambling, but she doesnât know what else to do. The more she looks at Lydiaâs blind eyes, the less she finds herself able to breathe.
damnedadamjones:
âYeah,â Adam says dully before he looks towards her, his eyes narrowing only slightly as he straightens, âYou donât really find corpses daily. Unless you work in the medical field, I suppose. And even then, only particular individuals would experience that.â
âI donât work in the medical field,â Penrose replies, squinting back at him. âAnd I have no plans to, especially not after a shitshow like this. Iâll stick to live bodies, thanks.â
lydiaasher:
So much for a nice night and the joy of winning queen. Part of Lydia felt like an idiot for thinking that things were going to go well, but no one could have predicted things would go so horrifically. Only a few minutes ago sheâd been up on stage with Sarah being crowned king and queen and now? Now she was sitting on a plastic chair theyâd have to throw away, wrapped in a shock blanket and absolutely soaked with blood, trying to decide if it was better or worse than she couldnât see the body or how horrific she looked at the moment.
âLet me through, Iâm her roommate,â Penrose growled at some TA who quickly ducked out of her way when they saw her face. Penrose was seeing red-- literally, and figuratively. She had no idea why someone would target a person as sweet as Lydia repeatedly, but she knew that sometimes thatâs how the world worked. Shit was unfair. When the Creeperâs identity was discovered, Pen fully planned on murdering them.
When she got to Lydiaâs side, she knelt; sheâd called the girl princess since their first meeting, but it seemed more fitting now than ever. âLyd,â Penrose murmured, pushing a clot of blood away from her forehead, and then flicking it off to the ground. Nate could clean it up later. âBabe. Itâs Penrose. Do you want me to take you up to our room?â
âThis really is a night to remember,â Penrose jokes. Anyone that knows her can tell sheâs thrown off by what happened; sheâs visibly shaken, and from her dilated pupils and messed up hair, itâs clear sheâs high on something. She hadnât known Phillip, but this is the first time sheâs seen a body that gory up close.
finnickdevak:
Finn was flustered, but in the best way imaginable. Pen was beautiful and brilliant and clever and she didnât find him absolutely repulsive, which was a rarity. Even the fact that she was willing to touch him without being grossed out by the bandages or the knowledge of what heâd done was special. âMaybe I have a shot then because I am a capital M mess. You probably would have hated me if you met me before I came here.â He frowned a little. âTheyâre, um, probably just stupid. Or maybe theyâre the type of people that get confused just because someone cut their hair. I canât think of many people more memorable than you. â
Maybe I have a shot was ringing around her head like a bell. He wanted to have a shot with her. She was shellshocked by the idea, because-- sure, sheâd been aware of his attraction to her, but this was another thing entirely. âI doubt it,â she told him, being as honest as she could. âWhat were you like before you came here? If you were a little bit as friendly as you are now, I canât imagine Iâd hate you. And Iâm a mess too... So.â
jonahlux:
Jonah smiles, shaking his head slightly as he moves towards her, enjoying the feeling of her hands through his hair at the nape of his neck, âQuite agreed,â he says softly. As she continues, he laughs, âThatâs good, as Iâm Jewish anyway,â he says, pulling her body against his gently, âI find permission quite important. Iâd only like to make you happy, darling. After all, what else would the point be?â
âOh, youâre sweet,â Penrose says. Itâs a startling but not unpleasant revelation. âHow did a sweet boy like you end up in a sour place like this? And you donât have to worry about permission, Jonah; you have my full permission for anything.â
xnicorn:
âRed suits you. At least this shade of red does, also⊠the hairâ, he points out with arched brows and a soft tilt of the head as his subtle smiled persisted on his expression. âNo, I came aloneâ, her words rang a bell in his head. âBadâ, he scolded her, âshouldnât be hard for you to find a date, though. I came alone. Not sure if someone would be up to tolerate me giving flowers to other peopleâ, he admitted with a soft chuckle.
âThanks,â she murmurs, glancing down at the floor. It feels good to have her vanity stroked, and she looks back up at the mention of her hair, instantly reaching up to toy with it. âDo you like the new length? Iâm still getting used to it.â God, PJ, you sound pathetic, a voice in her head sneers, desperate for a guy to validate you. No, no, wait, wait, not PJ, Penrose, Penrose, Penrose. She swallows her bitter thoughts. âI think itâs sweet; a good person should be able to see that youâre being kind, not trying to sleep with every girl you give a rose to.â
finnickdevak:
When Penrose grabbed his hand, Finn was pretty sure he felt his heartbeat spike into something not even a heart monitor could pick up and he knew that she knew it. There was no way that she couldnât hear his heart racing. âIâm glad. I swear, once upon a time, I was totally smooth and way lessâŠof a mess,â he insisted with a laugh as she pulled him along. âI meanâŠitâs just a mask. Itâs a little like Clark Kent and Superman. I still recognize you even if I canât see your cheekbones.â
She took Finnick down a back corridor to the cafeteria, looking around every corner for administrators before turning it. She wasnât too worried about being caught; she had a foolproof, beautiful alibi. Still, her heart was racing; from both the adrenaline of preparing to commit minor theft and from something else she was entirely too scared to name. Pen squeezed his hand after his nerdy joke, and shot a smile at him over her shoulder. âHey, I like the mess. I donât know what to do with smooth boys at all; Iâm used to a little mess. And I donât know, a few people had trouble identifying me at all. Maybe Iâm just not that memorable.â
jonahlux:
With her assertion, Jonah smiles brightly, âHow wonderfully paired we are, then,â he says, chuckling gently at her following statement, âIâm sure you wouldnât be as bad as you think. Sexual skill, though, is quite advantageous in life,â he says, taking her hand as she extends it. Stepping towards her, he smiles and places her hand on his shoulder, âI would love to, darling, is this alright?â he asks the question as he places his hands on either side of her waist.
âItâs crucial,â she agrees, smiling back at him. His smile is warm, and if thereâs an edge to it, she doesnât mind at all. Thereâs an edge to her as well. Her hands sink down into his warm shoulders, fingertips curling around his neck. âThis is more than alright. The closer the better, right? Thereâs no need to leave room for Jesus.â She isnât dancing with Levi or anything.
finnickdevak:
Well, that was probably the obvious answer, wasnât it? But the less obvious thing was the familiar voice that came from behind the mask, alerting him to the presence of none other than the girl he had a massive crush on. âThatâd beâŠreally awesome, actually. Iâll come with?â He gave a nod and a little laugh. âYeah, yeah, Iâd know your voice anywhere. Not to be creepy, butâŠyeah, that probably sounded creepy.â
âSure! Letâs go now,â she said, and reached out to grab his hand without asking. There were certain privileges to knowing someone liked you, and Penrose enjoyed putting people on edge. Of course she was grabbing Finnickâs hand because she knew he liked her. That was a completely characteristic thing to do. And if she had her own desire to hold his hand, well--Â âThatâs not creepy; and if it is, Iâm flattered regardless. Were you fooled for even a second? I was hoping it was a convincing disguise.â She pulled him in the direction of the cafeteria, out through the doors and into the hallway of the school.