I Don't Give a Fuck, I'm Not Giving Up

Harley Skellington, 18, daughter of Jack and Sally Skellington.

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“ Oh, shut up, ” Victoria snapped. The strangers hadn’t spoken to her, but they were staring — gawking really ! — and not at her outfit or hair or anything. She hadn’t had time to wash up after leaving the club, hadn’t wanted to, and now she had probably had blood stains to show for it. ( she could feel it on her knuckles, too, where the skin was split; and she knew it was likely falling onto her legs, the way she was holding herself ) Victoria turned her head as she carried on, sticking her tongue out at the group she’d spoken to. She didn’t even notice the other person on the walkway until she ran solidly into them, her left half all turned back. “ Ugh ! Fuck !! “

Harley hadn’t even noticed the other until their shoulders had collided, she re-balanced herself quickly and forced herself to not be annoyed. “Sorry about that.” She made a polite smile at the girl that quickly melted away when she saw the blood. A mixture of fear and excitement rose in her. “Where did you just come from?”

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Sitting lonely on a bench near the library, Lucas’ fingers plucked out something so soft it sounded shy; his posture was un-self conscious but the melody was something he’d only tinkered with in his room before; his open face was turned taut by a rare public display of concentrated focus. The instrument was a way to avoid studying for a test, but the air hung so serious, so heavy around him that he’d felt the need to crack the air open with something dusty and lilting and sweet ( he ignored the images it conjured of home. images of home held too many conflicting memories. this moment was meant to be made of light, of ease. this planet existed to ignore the plights of home ). Lucas hoped to catch someone smiling, or at least relieved, at the break in the somber air, but his gaze was so focused on the catches of his fingers — absently, he wasn’t sure how he’d gauge reactions bent over the guitar as he was, books forgotten at his feet. 

A sharp focus on the task at hand, staring straight forward at the path ahead of her, Harley was snapped out of her near marching by the sound of music filling the air. All at once her cold focus was broken and she was reminded of the new way she was trying to live her life, at peace and happy. She found herself gravitating towards the guitar player, hovering over his shoulder for a few moments before saying, “It’s really nice.”

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Avery smiled fondly at Harley, should couldn’t actually remember not knowing her, they were basically family. Which is why she had to sigh dramatically and act as if she’d just been fatally wounded. “Friend? Friend? And here I was thinking we were basically sisters. Terrible.” She couldn’t help the grin though.

“You’re right, what was I thinking.” She grinned back at her, the correction made her feel warm, comforted. Avery represented the best parts of home, she was such a major part of Harley’s life, Harley didn’t know where she would be without her.

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rickyffs:

He walked for a bit, huffing out air as he walked. She wasn’t heavy, nor was he weak; Ricky just wanted to fill the empty noise. Halfway to their destination, Ricky turned his head and looked at the dark haired girl. “So, Harley,” He started, boosting her up and tilting his head slightly away so their faces weren’t as close. “Tell me about yourself. Always curious about new friends and their whereabouts. Any exciting things you’ve done before coming around here?” 

She bit her lip, thinking for a moment before answering. “I mean, before coming here I just worked for my father, I didn’t really do anything exciting or adventurous.” She wished she could come up with something, even if she had to bend the truth, but simply couldn’t. “What about you?” It was only polite to ask in return, after all.

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Avery nodded, smiling slightly, “You’re a wise kid, but if I had a mother like yours I’m sure I wouldn’t be so messed up either.” She giggled and ran her fingers through her hair, “Other people are gross anyway, and for now you don’t need them, but you can’t ever get rid of me. Ever.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Harley had endless drama with almost everyone in her life, except for Avery. Avery was her constant, always there for her, supporting her and loving her. “You’re my best friend, Ave.”

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Avery shook her head and laughed softly before wrapping her arms tightly around Harley, “You. You are such a fuckin’ nerd.” She said with a smile, looking up at her friend, “You do you. I hope you’re doing this for yourself though and not for some other piece of shit person - if I find out you’re doing this for someone else I’ll be annoyed. Better yourself, go ahead, but for the love of candy, do it for you.”

Harley leaned into Avery’s hug, resting her cheek on the top of her head. “That’s true.” She grinned back, glad Avery was lightening the mood. “I swear it’s for me, one of my other things is I really don’t want to get involved with someone right now, I need to figure out what I’m doing and focus on that.”

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“Libraaaary.” He dragged on, smacking his lips at the end as he thought of the route to get to there. He’s been there a couple times, only so he could roam to the highest level and watch the others below. Amazing what he could see from up there. “Well then, Haaarley,” Ricky said, linking arms with the girl. “Let’s get going, shall we?” He paused for a moment as they continued their trip before stopping. “Simply walking is no fun.” He whined, picking her up in a piggy back style. “I hope you don’t mind, of course. If you want me to put you down, just say the word.” He smiled as he continued walking. He wasn’t sure if his actions were coming off as flirting or not. It wasn’t his true intention, but he couldn’t blame himself; she was beautiful. 

She watched him carefully, trying to figure out if he was making fun of her or not. He seemed to be just teasing, but it was hard to tell, she kept her guard up. There was small inhale of breath as he lifted her onto his back unexpectedly, but after a moment of slight terror a smile broke on her face. “Um, it’s alright.” Her long hair swung over his shoulder, and she pulled it back the best she could. This was all new and different for her, she wasn’t exactly sure how to handle herself, she didn’t want to do the wrong thing.

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rickyffs:

He gave a polite nod and tipped an imaginary top hat. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” His arms hung loosely by his side as he looked the girl up and down, a smile on his lips. “ ‘m sure you weren’t headed to the floor, but if you liked it there, I could help you back down. ” Ricky said as he quickly pulled the girl in her arms and dipped her over his knee. “ Don’t want’ya fallin’ now though. ” He chuckled as he brought her back up to stand. “Really though, where you heading? Shall I assist you walking there?” 

As uncomfortable as she was with the flirting, something inside of her wanted it to continue. She was charmed by him and surprisingly wasn’t too put off by him dipping her. It took her a moment to gather herself before she answered. “Was heading to the library.” It was embarrassing to her how much of a stereotype she was, nerdy girl that spends a lot of time in the library.

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Spreading both palms on the ground, Zane stayed where he was, cocking his head as eyes followed the motion ahead. Strong, agile legs she had, that’s for sure. A good sense of her surroundings and, given quick observation, a ferocious hunting instinct; not good enough yet, something waiting to be polished. Skellington could be precious to the cause according to March Hare. That, however, was up to his son to decide. Forcing his body up, the boy cleaned the dirt off his hands and calmly waited. Staring at her with patient but hollow eyes as she spoke. The doll was winging between her hands. “Not anymore. It’s got a will of its own.” After a pause when Zane scratched his nose, he pointed at the voodoo doll again. “Kill it.”

“What?” A look of shock with a tinge of horror. “Can’t just, I mean, I can’t just-” It wasn’t a new thing to her, killing a creation, from when she first started experimenting with this kind of thing, it was her job to kill it if something went very wrong. The difference was that it had always been stressed to her how personal it was, if you took on the responsibility of creating something, it was your job to end it. She looked from the creature back to the man, her eyes determined. “You made it, this is your responsibility.” She paused for a second, a thought occurring to her. “If you don’t know how, I’ll show you, but I won’t do it.” She owed it to this creature to ensure it got a proper termination.

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rickyffs:

He sung out loud a tune from home, sliding down the staircase railing with a care in the world. Stepping onto the larger step before continuing his journey down, he caught sight of a pale girl fall. He held back a laugh, knowing when was the right time and place for such jokes. Sitting upon the railing, he pushed himself down as his messenger bag dragged against the railing. “ No need to thank me, doll. Just doing whatever I can to help a girl like you. ” Ricky smiled as he handed her the book. “Let me help you up.” He said, suddenly grasping her hand and standing slowly. His hold wasn’t tight, but enough for her to have support in case she had hurt something in the small tumble. “ The names Ricky, Ricky Cheshire. May I get a name? ” He spoke his usual introduction, mouth pulling into a wide signature smile that anyone from Wonderland can deem belongs to a true Cheshire Cat. 

If she hadn’t been blushing enough as it was, with his flirting she knew her face was tomato red. The book was shoved in her bag with her eyes fixed solely on her back. She wanted to protest his assistance but couldn’t get the words out, so she found herself being gently pulled up. As soon as she was up, she withdrew her hands from his. “I’m Harley.” Her hands were quickly folded behind her back and she forced a polite smile so she wouldn’t come off as rude. 

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znhare:

Eyes went down and locked with the creature then. Feeble members made out of cheap fabric, badly sewn together yet half the size of a small person when in upright posture, harmless if not disturbed or dragged back to the life it should never possess. Zane shoved both hands into the pockets of his worn out denim jacket – stitches and patches covering up the occasional holes where jeans used to be – when kicking the ground just a little too harshly. Dirt rising and forming a veil of dusty silver sand high enough to cover both of them’s field of vision and the next thing you know a gasp came out of his mouth and Hare dramatically flexed both legs, throwing himself to the floor and, then, pointing at the trail of dust the voodoo zombie just brought to life was leaving behind. He looked up to the long-haired girl, index finger trembling with a fear and shock that mimicked the ones he’d scared half to death. Eyes wide as a metallic laughter echoed through. “The zombie… Do something!”

She was watching in passive confusion until suddenly she couldn’t see. Harley instantly went into defense mode until she knew where to direct herself, and she took off after whatever the weird little thing the boy had pointed at was. The zombie wasn’t hard to catch, something so small could only run so fast, and within moments she had a tight grip on the little creature as she walked back over to Zane, managing to keep the doll from wriggling out of her arms. She smirked at the boy, curiosity clear on her expression. “Your creation?”

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A quiet squeak as Harley’s foot caught on the first step of the stairway into the school, her books went flying every direction. Her cheeks were instantly a bright red as she started gathering all her materials frantically. Silently cursing herself, her heart went into overdrive when another’s hand brushed her own, handing her a book. She fixed her stare directly at the book and gently took it, managing a small “Thank you.”

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“You have a fire? Lighter, matches, anything. Quick. It is already moving.”

“Yeah.” She didn’t question him, just reached into her bag for the pocket that held her lighter. Her hand touched empty fabric, and only then did she remember that she’d had taken it out. “Oh, actually, I don’t.” Part of the new way she was trying life was leaving all the dangerous shit she’d usually carried with her and leaving it locked up at home. “Sorry, man.”

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Avery raised an eyebrow slightly, “Huh.” She paused for a few moments before shrugging, “’Kay, why are you trying to be “better”? You’re already pretty fucking great.” She rolled off the bed to stand in front of Harley, “What are you nervous about? You think I’m gonna be disappointed? Mad? You know that you’re basically family, right?”

Harley finally met her eyes with a sad smile. “The shit I’ve been doing has only lead to destruction and heartbreak, and I keep doing it over and over.” Her smile started to tremble, and she had to focus on keeping on her emotions in check. “I have to try something different, I can’t keep drinking and smoking and fucking and being so vengeful and callous and cruel.”

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hazel eyes fell to the floor as chelsea avoided her friend’s gaze. regret mixed with embarrassment set in, knowing she’d done something that wasn’t usual for her. random outbursts were usually saved for mason, him being possibly the only one she’d lose her temper on. she preferred to keep her style cool and collected, indifferent at all times. but what had just happened was definitely none of that, something chelsea couldn’t help but feel stupid about. “thank you,” she mumbled, finally looking up at harley with a sheepish look painted on her face.

“No problem.” There was a silence that she hated. “Um, do you want to help me pack things up?” She knew she should be asking what the problem was, especially since she’d been trying to be more open and communicative with people, deal with the problem instead of shoving it away, and yet. “I could really use the help.”

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With a dramatic sigh Avery sprawled herself over Harley’s bed, humming a song quietly as she waited for longer than she’d like, although she’d have liked not to wait at all so that didn’t really mean anything. “Ugh, you’re lucky I love you. You got any alcohol?”

Harley looked over at her, biting her lip for a second before answering. “Uh, no actually. I’m trying to... not do that anymore.” She laughed nervously, crossing her arms. “I just mean, I’m trying to be... better.” A pause as she stared at the ground. “If that, makes any sense.”

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He shifted his body so he was facing her, resting on one elbow now. “ ‘m working. trying to pay for repairs and other stuff, ya know? see if i can help ‘m d-dad… or anyone really. ” He shrugged slightly. “ it’s good that y-you’re doing.. fine. better than not feeling anything, really. ” Ricky rambled slightly, letting his arm slide as he laid on it and looked up at her. He wasn’t sure what was going on in her mind, but he felt as though it was something he shouldn’t heavily dwell in. (( curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back )) 

“How responsible of you.” A dry bit of teasing, but she smiled. Her smile slightly fell as she listened to him, but she quickly forced it back on as she spoke. “I would argue that feeling fine is the same thing as feeling nothing.” She stopped herself before she said anything too worrying, crossing her legs and playing with her hair to avoid his eyes. She hoped the smiling would mean he would just think she was joking and not investigate any further.