prom queen

I was frightened of every little thing that I thought was out to get me down To trip me up and laugh at me but I learned not to want the quiet of a room with no one around to find me out I want the applause, the approval, the things that make me go oh Cecelia "Cece" Blair || 20 || Werewolf || Employee at Bailey's Books || Wallcord High's Prom Queen of 2014 || Better than you rp blog

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Avery: Kid. Update. Now.

Cece: Lyra tried to kill me. But it wasn't Lyra. My rabbit is also a monster :(

Cece: I'm fine though! How are you mom?

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Jyn: I'm deleting your number.

Jyn: I'm always fun.

Cece: No. I need your Lyra-expertise.

Cece: Oh, really? I have many mental scars that claim otherwise.

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clone wars || lyra & cece

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lyra-morton:

“You literally are. And I didn’t say we should hurt it, I just thought it might be wise to keep it a bit further from your face until we figure out why it came back from the dead. And I know you’re committed to your baths, but I feel like that might not be the best idea at the moment. And will you put some clothes on!” She snapped at the clone. The question about her name stopped Lyra short and she furrowed her brows slightly, not realizing she had. “Oh, uh, sorry, I didn’t really realize that I had.” 

Lyra wanted to be annoyed when she called her ‘Angry Lyra”, but instead she let out a light chuckle. If nothing else, she could always depend on the other woman to make her laugh. “Okay, how about this. We had a project together in 10th grade. It was on To Kill a Mockingbird.” 

“I’m positive that being a werewolf isn’t normal,” she scowled, voice softening at Lyra’s anger, flinching at her words. “Lyra...” She turned to the half-naked woman, nose twitching as she struggled to find a scent that would place her as being an impostor. She was all Lyra’s shampoo and soap, nothing Cecelia felt was off. “It’s fine, tiger,” she sighed, “I’m just not used to hearing it out of anyone but my mom. Besides, I think you look great in nothing but a towel.” The blonde smiled.

“Convincing,” she tapped her lip, pretending to think. There was no doubt in her mind that the clothed one was Lyra, the smell notably her; but she’d have her fun with it. “But everyone did To Kill a Mockingbird in tenth grade. What do you got sexy-Lyra?” She gestured to the one in the towel. 

“I have a knife,” The woman shifted closer, hand behind her back.

“I think you might have swapped beauty for brains there,” Cece laughed. It was then that the other Lyra lunged, brandishing a knife as Mr. Floppy-Ears fell to the floor in a twitching lump. “Fuck!”

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Jyn: Definitely not.

Jyn: So you do want me to bring up me and your mom?

Cece: She let me whisk her eggs...if you know what I mean ;)

Cece: No! Why do you only have two settings? Boring or gross? Can't you just be fun?

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clone wars || lyra & cece

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“What are you so worried about?” She frowned, refusing to let go of the rabbit at all. She blinked, eyes darting between the two women. From here, she could smell the Lyra close to her—a scent she knew and loved. Her nose too weak to pick up the other scent. “One of you isn’t Lyra, right? So just tell me something only Lyra would know.” She shrugged, stepping out of the brunette’s grip and moving towards the woman in the towel. “Hey, don’t be mean to…yourself.” She patted Mr. Floppy-Ears. “Come on, it’s fine.“ 

“I’m worried because this isn’t natural. Something is going on here, and I have no idea what, but I’m inclined to believe it’s probably not good.” Lyra responded irritably as Cecelia stepped away. “Hold on,” Before she could say anything else, the Clone Lyra grinned, stepping forward. “As clever as whatever made you, well, made you, it’s pretty obvious that you’re the clone. Cecelia, I know that your bunny’s name is Mr. Floppy Ears..” Actual Lyra shook her head incredulously from where she was standing by the door. “This is insane. Celia, I’m the real Lyra. I was literally texting you earlier ten minutes ago. Why would I text you if I was already in the house? Also,” She turned to look at the clone, “She’s literally said the rabbit’s name like, five times.”

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"I'm not natural either," she squinted, not noticing the way the white bunny twitched in her arms. "I just don't think the reaction to something we don't understand should be hostile." Especially since, no matter which way Cecelia sliced it, it was a good thing. The blonde shook her head, "that's no good. Can't you both just be Lyra? Would that be so bad? We can all bathe together." She frowned though, noticing that neither of the woman were has amused as she was. "W-when did you start calling me Celia?" She turned to the far-more-dressed Lyra. "Only my mom calls me that." Now, she felt a little on edge. Lyra's worry digging into her too. Then back at the towel-Lyra, "tell me something else."

"I like books," the woman said, slowly moving towards them. 

"Yeah," she shrugged, "sounds about right. How about you, angry-Lyra?" 

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Jyn: I'm assuming Lyra is taking good care of you.

Jyn: Okay to be fair, I never would have thought you and my sister would become a thing. But I'm trying to be the mature one and not bring it up again.

Cece: very good care. Wanna hear all about what she's doing to me?

Cece: we're not a thing. I mean, kinda. I mean no. I mean....I don't know. I think I liked you more when you weren't being mature. Now this is just boring.

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clone wars || lyra & cece

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Seeing two visions of Lyra felt like a dream, in fact it had been a dream she’d had. Much like the reality, Lyra was there in a towel…although the other Lyra was far less furious–but that was neither here nor there. “What…” she stepped back, Mr. Floppy-Ears close to her chest. “I–is–okay, fantasy aside, is this normal?” She asked the Lyra beside her, then turned to the one down the hall. “You look nice like that though,” she smiled. Perhaps she should have shared the alarm, but in her mind, the more Lyra the merrier. “But one of you isn’t a killer robot now, right?”

Lyra could barely process everything that was happening. “This is definitely not normal. And please put the rabbit outside. I’ll buy you a new one, but I’m not having my face ripped of monty python style.” Instinctively stepping in front of Cecelia, she suddenly lurched to a stop. “Wait, fantasy aside? We’re coming back to that one.” Shaking her head, she tried to focus on the situation at hand. “Thanks? And I really don’t know, but just in case, stay behind me.” Stepping forward, she spoke again. “How did you get here and what do you want?”

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"What are you so worried about?" She frowned, refusing to let go of the rabbit at all. She blinked, eyes darting between the two women. From here, she could smell the Lyra close to her—a scent she knew and loved. Her nose too weak to pick up the other scent. "One of you isn't Lyra, right? So just tell me something only Lyra would know." She shrugged, stepping out of the brunette's grip and moving towards the woman in the towel. "Hey, don't be mean to...yourself." She patted Mr. Floppy-Ears. "Come on, it's fine." 

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 lyra-morton:

Part of Lyra felt guilty about having to rain on Cecelia’s parade, but the other, larger part didn’t want to die by a zombie-bunny attack. “Ce-” Before she could say much more, the sound of a door opening and closing echoed through the house, followed by the appearance of- herself?- wrapped in nothing but a towel, her hair dripping on the wood floors. “I am out of the shower,” She- it?- stated. As much as she prided herself on finding better words than swears to describe confusion or distaste, that all went out the window at that moment. “What the fuck is this fucking shit?”

Seeing two visions of Lyra felt like a dream, in fact it had been a dream she’d had. Much like the reality, Lyra was there in a towel...although the other Lyra was far less furious--but that was neither here nor there. “What...” she stepped back, Mr. Floppy-Ears close to her chest. “I--is--okay, fantasy aside, is this normal?” She asked the Lyra beside her, then turned to the one down the hall. “You look nice like that though,” she smiled. Perhaps she should have shared the alarm, but in her mind, the more Lyra the merrier. “But one of you isn’t a killer robot now, right?”

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Avery: She came to pick up your food the other day. Not to mention I sort of know her because her sister helps me run Avery's Garden.

Avery: I know, baby. She's a sweetheart. Total keeper.

Avery: Gladys. God, nevermind. Just put the bunny outside. It's not safe.

Cece: Oh. I didn't know that. I mean I knew her sister worked there but I didn't think she came by.

Cece: Mhmm. Totally. I'm glad you like her too.

Cece: That's what I said. Glenda. Awww, he's okay mom! I'm going to bathe with him.

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lyra-morton:

Normally seeing Cecelia in such a great mood would’ve put Lyra in an equally pleased mood as well, but her stomach was twisting and between everything else, she couldn’t muster more than a half hearted smile. “No, really, I just got home. My hair’s dry and everything.” Absently, she patted the bunny’s head, more to have a hold on it, just in case, scanning the room for anything suspicious. “He is rather cute, though I also mentioned that zombies have to feed on living flesh, so that doesn’t really bode well for holding a potentially zombie-fied bunny three inches from that face that I like so much.”

Sensing her girlfriend’s--though she wasn’t sure if she could call Lyra that--reluctance she frowned. “I saw you go into your bathroom,” she sighed, she wanted to talk about the rabbit, not Lyra’s shower--as amusing as the visual of it was. “He hasn’t tried to eat any flesh so far,” she pouted, “it’s fine, he doesn’t even have sharp teeth anyway.” The werewolf, smiled down at the bunny and then back up at Lyra. “Say, can we take him into the bath with us? I think bunnies can swim.” 

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Avery: I already like her.

Avery: Gladys is very very dead... which is why it is very terrifying that I saw her, Cecelia.

Avery: I didn't want you to find him like that.

Cece: Really? You did? When did you guys talk?

Cece: She's wonderful, isn't she? I really like her, mom.

Cece: Galden isn't dead if you saw her. Who cares anyway? Dying is sad, and this isn't.

Cece: Well he's back! I think he missed me.

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Kaia: I'm sorry. I thought Lyra and you would have talked about it and... Quite frankly... Cecelia, the last time I tried to tell you anything remotely supernatural, you freaked out on me.

Cece: I mean a little bit, yeah. Okay, but to be fair I've learned a lot since then. I thought I was the only weird one, you know.

Cece: Anyways, my old rabbit is back to life so I need to go love him.

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Avery: I’d like that.

Avery: it’s dead. Gladys is dead.

Avery: I knew about the bunny and when it died I buried it so you wouldn’t be sad.

Avery: Gladys died of cancer two years ago. We went to her funeral.

Cece: Yeah! You'd like Lyra, I bet.

Cece: Galdis isn't dead, you said you just saw her. What does it matter anyway?

Cece: My....bunny died :( you didn't tell me :(

Cece: :(

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Jyn: Come at me bro.

Jyn: I'll try to stop.

Cece: Firstly, not your bro. Secondly, I'm like super injured right now so I can't come at you.

Cece: Oh, NOW you stop? Well. Thanks. But the damage has been done.

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Lyra pulled her car into the driveway with a screech of the tires, practically jumping out of the car. Between Kaia not answering her texts anymore and the walking dead episode they’d all apparently fallen into, she was kind of panicking. Pushing the door open, she was suddenly incredibly happy that her house wasn’t very large as she spotted Cecelia on the couch immediately, though her relief disappeared a moment later when she was the animal in her arms. The one that was dead before the zombie apocalypse decided to start. “What shower? I just got home.” She furrowed her brows in confusion, before focusing on the ball of fluff in her girlfriend’s arms. “Celia, I don’t think you should have that rabbit in here, cute as it is. Wasn’t it dead earlier?”

The blonde chuckled, bouncing up to Lyra’s side. It hurt to partake in her usual energetic step, but she was happy, so she couldn’t help it either way. “Sure thing, tiger. And I’m the queen of England and all that. I’m only offended I didn’t get to join your wonderful shower,” she smiled, pressing a quick kiss to Lyra’s cheek before stepping back. “Look at him!” she lifted Mr. Floppy-Ears up to Lyra’s eye level. “Aw, come on, I don’t think he was ever really dead. Plus, who cares? Didn’t you say zombies were real? Maybe he’s a cute zombie bunny.” She brought the bunny to her face and kissed it. “Aren’t you, Mr. Floppy-Ears?”

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Cecelia smiled, puff of white fur in her arms as she cooed at it. “Hey, Mr. Floppy-Ears!” She swung the rabbit around in her arms like a baby; bored beyond her mind and filled with joy at seeing her first pet again. “You’re going to like Lyra,” the bunny’s nose twitched, “she’s smart and funny and kind.” She smiled, falling back on to the sofa, rabbit still in her hands. “And she’s hot.” Mr. Floppy-Ears’ nose twitched again, she took it to mean he was as excited for Lyra coming back as she was. When the door creaked open, Cece shot up with a wide grin. “Lyra?” The woman, Lyra unmistakably, glanced around before stomping down the fall. “I am going to shower.” She called out, tone a little odd, but not alarming. The blonde simply pouted and fell back into the couch.

She’d lost count of the minutes between the door opening again, but she bounced up with the same enthusiasm. “Lyra?” she hugged Mr. Floppy-Ears closer to her, “why’d you go out the---you know what, never mind. Have a nice shower? Let me show you the cutest bunny ever.”

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Top 50 Movie Villains

#37. The Killer Rabbit Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)

“That’s no ordinary rabbit!”