#c; scratch

[indiarrow]

where; rooftop with; @xkilljxy​ | scratch

indi took a long, slow drag from her cigarette and nocked another pebble into her grandfather’s old hand-crafted slingshot. she pulled back the leather pouch until the band was tight and sent the rock flying squarely into a lightbulb on a street lamp below. it shattered and cast the small corner into shadow as a familiar ball cap passed underneath. she blew out a small cloud of smoke. indi aimed at the back of his head. tnk. then between his shoulder blades. tnk. then his lower back. tnk.

[ritaraves]

where; there with; @xkilljxy​ | scratch

the excuse remained that the writing well was overflowing following the big bang of new years. the truth was that rita did not even know where to begin with her baby brother. there were some options. but how had he managed to make this so spectacularly impossible to navigate? “how’s the head?”

[indiarrow]

where; scratch’s place with; @xkilljxy​ | scratch

indi was now constantly aware of her skin’s consistent burning. her throat was on fire and every breath she took felt like bee stings in her lungs. she survived the night, but time was starting to feel tight. while her coat managed to hide most of the visible damage as she desperately climbed up the side of the diner, it was obvious enough now that indi was well out of sorts. if the ministry was looking for her, then she couldn’t exactly go to their little magic hospital, but she couldn’t go to her own muggle one either. they wouldn’t know what to do. still, she needed help, and frankly, didn’t know where else to go in the moment as she broke in through the window and collapsed in scratch’s bed. she pulled a bag from her garter with extra clips and a syringe inside. indi grabbed the needle and injected herself in the thigh before losing consciousness.

[indiarrow]

where; acid and the building across from it with; @xkilljxy​ | scratch

why had they not come out of the building? everyone knew what was supposed to happen. there was a plan. indi took the stairs one flight at a time, feet stumbling briefly under her after each leap. her rifle case thudded against her back as the strap bit into her chest. why had he not left? something must have gone wrong. even as the explosions detonated and the crowd pushed through the hazard exits, indi was made to wait. that was the plan. it was how being a sniper worked. keep at a distance and wait for the shot to appear. so how had she damn near missed her target entirely? indi was too distracted, too worried. it was like test anxiety all over again. impossible to perform. she was rattled as she stashed the rifle behind a dumpster and bolted across the street, sneaking through the nearest destroyed window that could be found. “chapman?!” her voice carried over the debris. “chapman!”

[ritaraves]

where; rita’s new place with; @xkilljxy​ | scratch

rita made a beeline for her front door when she heard the leaves crunching near her mailbox. her head snapped up suddenly. “scratch? that you?” she asked, squinting into the darkness to try and make out some blond hair and a ball cap. “did you actually get my letter? how’d you get here?”