#arcana:starter

[fckitsbee]

“This is absolute shit.” Bee muttered out darkly, picking at her nails to still her need to do something, when her craving for nicotine was more than she wanted to or was in the right state of mind to handle at the moment. “For real, whoever came up with these fucking stupid room assignments needs to shove a brick up their arse.” 

[toniclare-blog]

“I think that examination was unnecessarily thorough.”

“Just because I breathed a little smoke doesn’t mean every inch of my skin needs to be checked for burns. We didn’t even see the fire until we were out of Waitesmith.”

[aubreymills]

Aubrey hates herself, she really does. Is it so ridiculous that a building was just set on fire and all that she’s worried about is whether or not she’s going to get her belongings back? She couldn’t care less about the trivial things - save for maybe her favorite pair of heels and a designer bag or two - but all the pictures, notes, letters. She should be glad, grateful that everyone including herself is safe. But every memory of Adrianna is up in her room and she’s sleep deprived and a little shell shocked and the whole situation has her unraveling at the seams. So she does what distracts her best, she cares for others, which leads to her flitting around, offering tea and coffee to every familiar face. Her mother is occupied with the rest of the staff so after a brief hug and some quelled worries, she disappeared to aid the unruly situation and Aubrey was left to her thoughts. How dangerous. “Tea? Coffee?” It’s clear she’s practically in hysterics, lips pulled into a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She looks exhausted, but it’s the only method of coping she knows. “It’s a bit cold now. I can fetch something warmer if you’d like.”

[ayeeehadi-blog]

Sat on a bench near the edge of the lake, far away from the ruckus that had grown under the student population, it was clear to anyone who was brave enough to come close to the girl that Hadi was far from being okay. While given the thumbs up after the medical check up, Hadi had stumbled off going as fast as her legs would take her, leaving a worried Mr. Shah shouting after her to come back. Seeing the damage that had been done, the sheer panic, had shaken Hadi to the core, stirring something inside her that left her hands shaking and made it hard for her to breath. A snap of a twig behind her caused her to fall out of her reverie, the bones in her neck nearly breaking with the force that she turned around. “Oh... uh... hi...”

[aubreymills]

aubrey ▻ open

Aubrey: did you ever notice

Aubrey: the only time the word "incorrectly" isn't spelled incorrectly is when it's spelled incorrectly.

[fckitsbee]

Text ✉️ Open

Bee: I will pay you £20 to write this sociology essay for me because I can't be bothered at all

Bee: And my head will be served on a plate for dinner if I don't turn it in and trust me, you don't want to have to eat that shit

[fckitsbee]

“What do you mean, ‘can’t come home’?” Bee nearly spat out, phone held against her ear as she paced the room. She had been planning on spending the weekend in her supposed-to-be home for the past two weeks, wanting to get away from the school if only for a few nights. “Just because he’s got a bloody hospital weekend doesn’t mean I have to stay here! I can just be alone-” Her grandmother interrupted her on the other side of the line and Bee rolled her eyes, knowing fully well that they didn’t trust her alone in the house, no matter the excuses they tried to come up with. “What about mum then? I could stay at hers.” Once again, she knew from the moment the words passed her lips that it would get shut down. “Right, because she’s too fucking mental to take care of her own kid.” With a fire rustling up along her spine, the blonde girl hung up in the ear of her grandmother and shoved the phone back in her pocket. Instead, she pulled up a nearing empty pack of cigarettes and put one of the poisonous sticks between shaky lips. That’s when she caught sight of someone in the corner of her eyes, whipping around to find the other person’s gaze aimed at her. “And what the fuck are you staring at?”

[walkin--g-blog]

“Year 10 girl comes up to me the other day, asks me for pot. I hook her up, of course -- same girl comes back this afternoon, blaming me for her Biology report, telling me she did it while she was high and it got a crap grade. Not my fault, right? I haven’t done shit, just did what she asked.”