bandit of the noble kind

Alice Foley. Strawberry-blonde. Nineteen. Loner. B a n d i t . Something old, something new, something stolen I'll take from you. Isaac || Shane [read bio & policies before interacting.]

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Lunch Date #38 || Alisaac

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beccasbastards:

                                [it probably should irritate him;                                              surprise him, at the very least,                                              but it doesn’t.                                              he’s used to correcting her on things                                                          ———especially his schedule.]

                    “Chemistry.                             —————lunch?                             D’you wanna… grab lunch?”

                  [ she sighs at herself.                            she's only been walking to classes with him                            for months now ------                                                         it's not like she should                                                         fucking know what he has                                                         fifth period.

                     alice eyes him sheepishly,                                                            but not guiltily,                             adjusting the straps of her bag. ]

                    "Sorry.                                Yeah, we... we can do that.                                What're you in the mood for?"

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beccasbastards:

                      [is she…                                  is she talking to me?                                  i think she is. okay, play it cool. ]

                                                                                       ”————hey!                                                                                         How was math class?”

           [ dumb.                    stupid.                    dumb.                    frustrating.                    dumb.                    confusing.                                   dumb. ]

                            ”Calculus is completely pointless.”

           [ she sighs. her locker slams shut with a bang. ] 

                            ”How was----                                               ...History?”

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smudgedpaintingx:

"Hi."

"Kylie, right?"

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          "Hey."

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captianofthisvessel:

               Alxander smirks, takes the hoodie from her, brushing his fingers lightly on her arm. “Thank you, Alice.” He relishes in her surprise quietly, “Is there something wrong?”

                          She can see it.                           It’s like she’s looking not at Stiles, but at Alexander.                           That may or may not scare him.

               Her name sounds like a whispered curse, and her blood runs cold, only where he touches her, briefly, fingers ghosting against her forearm. She takes another step back. Her heart is in her stomach, beating like a snare drum.               "Are you-----                                    Are you o-okay?"

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[ untitled ] || alice & stiles

          How she got stuck with this prick of a parole officer? She's not entirely sure. But he's a prick, alright, and she's pretty fucking pissed about it as stands, facing him, with her arms folded, listening to him lecture her. And Agent McCunt just watches her, with his hands on his hips, all high and mighty and "superior," talking down to her, like she's a lesser being. It irks her. She wants to punch his crooked jaw until it clicks out of place.

          She doesn't.

          "Are you done?" Alice asks. "School starts in half an hour, and unless you want me back in here for skipping class, you should probably let me go."

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ailuranthro:

                   He should have caught on by now that                    him and sleeping in trees was not the                    best combination in the world.

                   She'd be lying if she denies jumping.                    But still, it was slightly amusing, watching the man                    tumble out of her favorite maple tree.                                                                                         It was.                    She sleeps under a roof most nights,                    but she's had several nights spent in that tree,                    slung over its branches, high above any predator                    that might give her a problem.                                                      "Snow makes the branches slick.                                                       It's easier to sleep on the ground."

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captianofthisvessel is definitely not Stiles.

           "Wait---!                           You left your hoodie in...                                                                       Chemistry."

            Something's wrong.             Something's very wrong.             Her breath catches, sharp.                                         Alice takes a step back.

                                                                                    " S t i l e s ? "

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fromheavenifell is lingering around the station.

          It's nearly 2AM as she's letting her hair down and she's taking her hat off, and saying goodnight to her boss. She tosses her cap at him and he smiles, chuckling a goodnight as she pushes the glass door open. Alice doesn't think anything of the woman near one of the gas pumps as she slings her backpack over her shoulders. She doesn't think anything of her until she realizes the stranger doesn't have a vehicle. There's no car, no truck, no bike, no anything. And that's when the cool air hits her and wakes her back up. She swallows and nears closer.

                                                           "Can I...                                                                         help you?"

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Like for a starter? Please?

[notasplicer]

Send one and my muse will respond

"I thought you loved me!" "Leave me alone!" "Get out of here" "I never want to see you again" "You’re a monster!" "I’m a monster" "I hate you" "You have to do something" "Help me" "I’m so scared" "Please don’t go!" "Kiss me" "I love you" "Don’t make me do it again" "You know you can trust me" "You’re driving me crazy" "There’s no need to be so rude" "You didn’t really think I cared, did you?" "Don’t you dare die on me!"

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                    "Oh!                                   ---Sorry, I...                                                      Didn't realize anyone would be in here."

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Make me cry using only 2 words

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               New school, new year, new her, right?

               There's a silver chain hanging out of a girl's bag.

                               She spots it.

                                                                             Nope.

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psa

out of stolen goodies; Alice is undergoing a faceclaim switch because, unfortunately, Camille Cregan doesn't have enough gifs/icons/pictures for me to use her as Alice's faceclaim. Melissa Benoist is now rolling on in and taking over. She's absolutely adorable and I'm gonna cry.

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untitled || alice & dave

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          Dave watches Alice for a moment. Just a beat or two. See, it might be his imagination, just because she’s hot, but she seems familiar, and he can’t figure out why. The name isn’t familiar, it doesn’t ring a bell in correspondence with her face, and she’s clearly new to the school. But even so, there’s something about her he can’t quite put his finger on. As she smirks at him, though, something clicks.

          She reminds him of Mindy.

          Not so much in looks because, to Dave, Mindy will always be a little blonde eleven year old with a gun in each hand and a curse on her lips, and Alice… Well, Alice is definitely not eleven years old, blonde, or holding any kind of weapon. He hopes.

          No, she’s familiar in the way she holds herself. In the way she doesn’t quite smile all the way, but the sentiment is there. In the way she doesn’t mince her words, but doesn’t stunt the conversation. In the way she takes food without a fuss when it’s offered to her.

          He realizes, a little too late, that he’s been watching her for longer than a moment, and his gaze drops to the sandwich in her hands, before returning to her face just briefly.

                          “No problem.                                                                      Eating here sucks; I get that.”

          It’s a stupid question. He knows it is. He knows before he even opens his mouth. But he opens his mouth anyways.

                                         ”So, you’re new here?”

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     Alice thinks it's cute, the way Dave looks at her. It's an innocent kind of endearing gleam in his eyes that she can't exactly pinpoint the source of. She thinks it's kind of adorable -- not because of her "vanity," or because of some schoolboy crush he might eventually develop on her, or because of the way his eyes look bigger through his glasses. It's because of the way he looks at her face, and not at her body, or her hands, or her fucking criminal record. It's a relief, at least for now, to have somebody who sees her for what she is on the surface, and maybe even just a little bit deeper than that. Just a little.

     She smiles when Dave looks away, and she takes a nibble of his her sandwich and swallows. 

                    "Yeah. I'm over on Galia Drive. Just moved in last week."

     It's easy -- and actually satisfying, dare she think it -- to talk about it like her parole officer didn't spend three weeks just trying to find a place for sale within a one-mile radius of a public school. God, she hates that prick. And his pedophile mustache. 

     Alice pauses to take another bite of her lunch, and she grins at him as she drops it onto her styrofoam tray. She props elbows up on the lunch table and lowers her chin into her hands, gazing at him with big, wide, sarcastic eyes.

                    "So, you're not new here?                            Think you could help me find room 247?"

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kickass/alice {dont even touch me}

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alice & kickass

His heart wasn’t all she stole.