Lucy Harper

lucy harper. 25. one of the eldest harper sisters (alaska's twin). i'm just trying to keep my family together.

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eclipseofargus:

Ever since he’d been living life as a shadow, the movie theatre became Connor’s favorite place. It was loaded with a variety of different foods, was quiet (for the most part) and dark. Connor loved the dark. Being amongst shadows like himself made him feel like he belonged. His current situation was made less intense here.

More often than not, he’d spend an entire day at the theatre, buying a ticket for one movie and then sneaking into the showings of others by using his powers–He’d let himself come into contact with light on purpose, vanishing in thin air, and sliding into another movie room just as others were leaving it. Disappearing under the light meant being without clothes in total darkness, so Connor had outfits cleverly hidden in every part of the building for that very purpose.

Connor vaguely remembered the movie he was watching now, distracting himself with a bag of popcorn. The images that flashed away on the screen had no meaning to him; apparently the movie was a huge success. Yeah, right. He saw a person out of the corner of his eye. Or what he believed was a person. He had a habit of speaking to shadows, whisking them out of their hiding spaces only for conversation. Either way, he spoke:

“They get married at the end. So sappy. A real letdown, if you ask me. I’ve seen this a thousand times. Scratch that. A thousand and one.”

She’d needed something happy, something to get her out of her head and out of her house. Everything was so chaotic. Her and Alaska had gotten into a fight. It was entirely stupid, too. It was the typical fight—Lucy would scold her for staying out all night and coming home drunk, then Alaska would lash out by bringing up thoughts of joining the Infamous. Sure, neither of them had chosen a side, but she knew that Alaska, however broken she may be, would never really dedicate to a side. She could barely dedicate to anything other than alcohol once the adrenaline rush was over. If it weren’t for Lucy’s stubbornness and general need to poke her nose in her sisters’ business, Lucy was sure they wouldn’t really talk at all. 

But, no matter. The fight was over for now. Things would soon go back to normal, so Lucy pushed the thoughts out of her head and bought a ticket for the sappiest show title she could find. Poppy would probably love it. She’d have to tell her all about it over coffee. She took a mental note of that and plopped into her seat. Out of habit, she chose a seat near the back in case her sisters needed her. She never knew when an emergency was going to come up with them and although she knew it was bad form, she kept her phone on, but on silent. That way she could see it light up in her purse just in case. 

Finally settled, she leaned back in her seat, crossed her legs and happily started to watch along. She could feel herself already getting lost in the world of it, escapism at its best when—‘They get married at the end. So sappy. A real letdown, if you ask me. I’ve seen this a thousand times. Scratch that. A thousand and one.’ 

She nearly jumped out of her seat at the voice, but then quickly grew annoyed that annoying would be talking in a movie theater and more than anything, ruining the movie. 

“Ah come on,” she whispered sharply at the stranger. “There’s nothing wrong with the predictable romantic comedies. Those kinds of stories have been successful for centuries. And besides, if you’ve seen this story ‘a thousand and one’ times, then clearly part of you agrees.”

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perennialpoppy:

Poppy stands up as well, regarding Lucy’s expression curiously. She hums in thought. “As much as I’d like to believe that, I know you too well to blame a meltdown on a sidewalk crack, as formidable as it may have been.” She tilts her head and motions down the street to a cozy café. “Want to grab coffee together and talk? There’s a fresh blueberry scone in the window that’s calling my name.”

She drags her gaze from the distant pastries and smiles at Lucy. “Though, if you want to keep running, I’m all for it. I’m not about to let my best friend run alone when I can bother her at her side.” She laughs softly and adds, “And that way, I could defend you against any other scary sidewalk cracks that threaten to take you down.” Poppy takes on an exaggerated drawl, planting her hands on her hips and surveying their surroundings. “You’ve always gotta be on the lookout for them. They’re always watching, and you never know when they’re going to get’cha.”

For a second, her smile falters, the joke hitting a bit too close to home. Immediately, she pushes thoughts of Infamous and her mother away — she’s trying to cheer Lucy up, not sadden herself — and the smile returns in what she hopes is full force.

Crap. Of course. Poppy saw right through her act. On one hand, she really is glad that Poppy can see through her, but on the other hand, she really doesn’t want to breakdown again. She hates crying. She’s supposed to stay strong for her sisters—and usually she can. Today is just more than she can handle. Good thing she has Poppy to lean on. She doesn’t know what she would do without her. 

She sighs and smiles more, giving herself another brush off as she chuckles at Poppy’s comments—that is until the end. Her smiles fades and she sees for a moment that Poppy’s has, too. That must have hit close to home. Instinctively, Lucy puts a hand on Poppy’s shoulder and tries to smile again. 

“How about we get that scone, huh?” Her smile grows more and suddenly her stomach growls. “I guess I could use one, too.” She laughs and takes her hand off Poppy’s shoulder to grab her stomach in the hopes of keeping it from growling more. 

Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all. Things are always better with Poppy. And besides, Alaska and Taylor always eventually come home, right?, she thought ignoring the creeping thought that they could have gotten themselves in enough trouble that ASH would come for them. 

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perennialpoppy:

Poppy’s drawn to nature wherever she goes. This is why, in ultra-modernized New York City, New York, where gleaming skyscrapers and incredibly powerful technology are the norm, Poppy’s in a garden. Not in either of her own gardens, but in New York City’s largely ignored and abandoned community one. Though the typical passersby wouldn’t bat an eyelash at Poppy’s immersion in nature, they’d bat more than a few if they were to see her currently taking that immersion a lot more literally. Even Poppy herself would look twice if she saw someone diving headfirst into a thick, dying bramble bush.

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She’s so glad it’s Poppy that’s found her. If it had been anyone else, she would want to curl into herself more or just get out of there in horror that anyone had found her like this. Worst of all, if her sisters had found her—god she didn’t even want to think about that. Instead, Poppy, being the amazing best friend that she is, cracks a joke and Lucy can’t help, but let out a scoff and chuckle. 

“Oh please, Poppy. You would probably apologize the whole time.” She chuckles once more and wipes away her tears. “And besides, unless you plan on punching sidewalk cracks now, I think we’re both okay.” 

She hopped up to her feet, cringing a little bit when her knees reminded her that they had been scuffed up. Pushing past the pain, she brushed herself off. For a moment, she almost forgot what she had been crying about—Taylor and Alaska hadn’t come home last night. 

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ironclxdalibi:

All he needs is a 16oz cup of coffee and his beat-up pair of sneakers to walk the city streets. Mason missed his bus anyways by a hair, so he decides to keep walking until the next bus catches up at him.

There are usually a lot of things on his mind. One: Commonwealth v. Huang. Two: the ever-piling mess of files accumulating on his desk from work. Three: life’s crap. Four: whatever crams its way into his head.

But today, Mason has a mind as clear as water, counting the cracks below him, strolling peacefully. He should really get out more, do this often.

He passes an intersection, noticing someone on the ground. The light turns white for him to pass, but he does a double-take: there’s a woman, curled onto the pavement. Swallowing, Mason goes over to her.

“Are you, um, okay, Miss?” He inspects the scene - how trained of him - and notices the crack. “That crack could fall into tort law, a public health hazard.” He’s stretching for unnecessary solutions to simple answers, inhaling. What was that going to do… “Here, take this,” he said, offering his gloves to the other.

He’s not one to console - no, no… Never. But with his mind clear, he can focus on that.

For a brief moment, she lets herself cry. Frankly, she can’t remember the last time she did. Most times, she swallows the sobs back down or forces herself to smile. Her sisters are the ones allowed to fall apart, but her—she’s the stable one. She’s okay. Or at least that’s what she tells herself over and over. 

Usually, her runs are the things that keep her sane. If she feels herself breaking down, she’ll just run faster, feel the wind on her face, listen to everything it has to tell her and let it refresh her. 

Instead, here she is curled up on the ground utterly mortified that someone watched it all happen. 

“Th-thank you,” she replies, taking the gloves and shakily getting to her feet. “Yeah, they should really fix that crack.”

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unicorion:

Orion’s brown eyes were focused on nothing in particular. Or, actually, they were focused on the street she was walking on, her legs easily wobbling in her high heels. For someone so clumsy as herself, she really liked to tempt faith and gravity with her choice of shoe wear. The reason she was extra focused on not sending herself to the floor, was because she’d hardly gotten any sleep that night. Still, there was nothing she could do about her early shift at the hospital. It wasn’t like she was going to call in sick – how ironic would it be to call in sick when she could easily cure anyone else with a cold?

The wind was blowing in her face, forcing her to inhale the scent of the city – nothing pleasant unless she was walking past a block of restaurants. New York was filthy, but she was born and raised in a city and knew what she could expect from it.

The familiar sound of someone stumbling – though for once it wasn’t her – pulled her out of her state of numbness, her head raising up just enough to let her gaze catch the blonde tripping and falling. The redhead reacted on auto-pilot, quickening her pace, while trying not to stumble over her own feet as she did.

The young woman didn’t appear to have seen her, instead curling up on the ground and– was she crying? Orion managed to jog the last few steps, which was a high risk thing to do in her heels. Once she’d reached the woman, she gingerly sank down to her knees. She could worry about the filth staining her tights later.

“Did you get hurt, sweetie?” Her eyes were already wandering over the curled up frame, trying to find any potential scratches. Her hand reached out to rest on the stranger’s shoulder in an attempt to provide some comfort. “Do you… need anything?”

She hadn’t been hurt badly, just skinned knees and a scuffed up palm—the very palm that was now cupping her mouth and brushing away tears 

She hated this. She hated feeling this weak and vulnerable. She was supposed to be the one holding the family together. Alaska and Taylor went out and were reckless nearly every night. Even Olivia would wander off just to draw, but Lucy–Lucy was the one who bought the food, cooked the meals, paid the rent to put a roof over their heads. She was Miss Responsible. And she was the one who promised Olivia she would never reveal her fears to her lest they were used against her. But now—how could she do any of that if she was falling apart over a skinned knee?

She took a deep breath and listened to the winds. They were prominent, but not overwhelming. They promised a mild winter day and she tried to collect herself because it was foolish. Absolutely foolish. It wasn’t like she hadn’t fallen before during a run. She’d done it many times before and even laughed it off, so when someone came toward her and crouched next to her, she tried to do just that.

A weak smile. A nearly inaudible, stifled laugh. And then her hand again trying to wipe away the tears as she replied, “Just scraped knees and a palm.” She tried to laugh again. “Nothing some Neosporin and bandaids can’t fix.” 

There that was better, right? There was the start of that typically bubbly Lucy. She could push it all back down again—right?

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[responsibleharper]

She’s groggy. Her eyes are crusty and red, and her breaths are still heavy with the few hours of sleep she got, but still she drags herself out of bed, puts on her sneakers and goes for her morning run. It feels like one of the few times she gets to herself since most of her sisters are asleep at this time. Plus the crisp, cool morning air always feels great on her skin and gives each new day a fresh start. She can just run and ignore all the issues in the world as she takes in all birds’ songs. 

But today she’s extra groggy. Her eyes can barely focus on the ground beneath her and her legs to feel heavier and heavier with every step, but she wants to push past it. She picks up the pace, bolting around street corners until—thunk! A sidewalk crack takes her by surprise and she tumbles to the ground. 

Most days Lucy would be able to get back up, return home to bandage herself up and continue her day, but today she can’t. She’s so tired and now she can’t stop all the thoughts she’s been trying so hard to keep quiet. I can’t even run. I can’t even control myself. How can I really think I can keep all my sisters together? I didn’t even see Alaska all yesterday.

She curls up covering her mouth to try to stop her sobs. 

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↪ GENERAL

NAME: Lucy Harper AGE: 25 GENDER: Female HOMETOWN: Rochester, NY AFFILIATION: Neutral ABILITY: Aerial Communication FC: Brie Larson ALTERNATE FCS: Imogen Poots (note: Alaska’s FC would change to Hannah Murray) PLAYLIST: [ xxx ] AVAILABILITY: Taken

↪ AERIAL COMMUNICATION

OVERVIEW:

The user can communicate with the winds in the surrounding area. This ability makes for an excellent tracking mechanism as the winds can move all throughout an environment and report its information back to a user.

LIMITATIONS: 

Areas devoid of winds cannot be properly set for communication.

↪ BIO

Lucy grew up as a very carefree child. Much like her sisters, she loved to explore, take risks and get in a bit of trouble. Her twin, Alaska, and herself were quite infamous from a very young age on – playing pranks by using their similarities. Lucy discovered her power when she was very young and of course started to use it for more mischief, right away.

Everything changed when her parents disappeared. They were taken by the ASH and the Harper sisters were forced to flee their hometown, with no indications of their parents’ whereabouts or even knowing if they were still alive. Lucy watched while Olivia got quiet, Taylor got more reckless and Alaska lost herself entirely, leaving Lucy to try and be the responsible one, for she knew that if she didn’t act fast, her whole family would fall apart.

Taking up the role of a parent wasn’t something she was prepared for. Lucy knew she would be anything but perfect, but she also knew she had to try, for her sisters. She threw away all her dreams and fears and started dedicating her life towards taking care of her sisters. It never started to get easier, like she had hoped it would, but she quickly got better at hiding how exhausted and lonely she felt.

Lucy has the tendency to get up in her sisters’ business, her intentions being to make sure they don’t get in trouble, though she’s aware it’s also pushing them away. In all honesty, she’s just trying to keep herself distracted and occupied by pretending she’s the only one of the Harper sisters who doesn’t have issues to deal with.

↪ CONNECTIONS

→ ALASKA, OLIVIA & TAYLOR HARPER // SISTERS Lucy’s family is the most important thing to her. She would do anything to keep her sisters safe and she feels a great pressure to try and keep them all happy and healthy.

→ POPPY KLINGER // BEST FRIEND The two girls hit it off from the moment they met. Poppy’s courtesy and kindness reeled Lucy right in and they are more often than not seen together, bonding over a cup of coffee, sharing their dreams and ideas. What Lucy admires most about Poppy is her strength and fire.