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Saving G.U.N
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The mass text came without warning, a message from Gillain’s phone number.
“I’m going home to see Mum for a while, be back soon. Don’t come after me.”
Ten minutes later found Figaro Rovina pounding on Willow West’s door, asking for her to be home- What almost sounded like praying on his end.
“Please Willow be here!” He muttered, knocking again.
"Is this you?" -Wyatt West
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If there was one thing Gillain was sure of, it was probably the fact that this was almost definitely not the strangest thing Fio and Willow had walked in on.
Her foot was planted in a heeled boot on Wyatt’s back, a photo lay little ways away.
“Did he find your baby pictures?”
Cyan eyes cut to him and his companion.
“Surprised you haven’t gotta your gun out yet.” Fio sighed, picking the photo up, “I’m so sorry Wyatt I can’t save you.”
Date Night
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“Princess Bride!”
“Labyrinth!”
The argument had been going on for almost an hour, and the clock ticked over to eight o’clock, the blonde and the werewolf still argued over it.
Red and blonde mixed as the two turned to their girlfriend, “Willow! Tell them their wrong!” The words were accompanied by glares that matched, and it all started because they were trying to decide on a movie to watch.
Heathers
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'September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary: I believe I'm a good person. Ya know, I think there's good in everyone, but here we are first day of senior yearI look around at all these kids I've known all my life and I ask myself: What happened?' Gillian wrote down in her journal, then looked around at her fellow classmates in the cafeteria as they shouted and fought with each other.
"Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser! Lard-ass!" She went back to the journal with a sigh and continued to write, 'We were so tiny, happy and shiny, playing tag and getting chased.' "Freak! Slut! Loser! Shortbus!" 'Singing and clapping, laughing and napping, baking cookies, eating paste.'
"Bull-dyke! Stuck-up! Hunchback! 'Then we got bigger. That was the trigger, Like the Huns invading Rome-' Lost in thought, Gillian accidentally bumped into a boy and girl who snapped at her, and Gillian quickly responded as she moved away from them, "Sorry!"
'Welcome to my school, This ain't no high school: This is the Thunderdome. Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon.' "White trash!" 'College will be paradise If I'm not dead by June! But I know, I know, life can be beautiful. I pray, I pray for a better way.
If we changed back then, we could change again. We can be beautiful...' In front of her, a jock knocked a scrawny, preppy boy to the ground roughly. "Ow!" The prep exclaimed as he fell. 'Just not today.'
"Hey, are you okay?" Gillian asked in concern. "Get away, nerd!" The boy shouted at Gillian as he got up. She huffed quietly and moved away from the prep. "Freak! Slut! Cripple! Homo! Homo! Homo!"
'Things will get better soon as my letter comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown. Wake from this coma, take my diploma, then I can blow this town. Dream of my ivy-covered walls and smoky French cafes...'
Gillian bumped elbows with Panther, and the linebacker shouted in disgust, "Watch it!"
'Fight the urge to strike a match and send this dump ablaze!' Gillian thought as she grabbed her lunch tray. Almost immediately, Panther smacked the tray down and teased, "Ooooops."
"Panther Lily. Third year as linebacker. And eighth year of smacking lunch trays and BEING A HUGE DICK." Gillian grumbled under her breath.
"What did you say to me skank?" Panther snapped. Gillian thought about it, then said as she walked off, "Nothing."
'But I know, I know, I know... Life can be beautiful. I pray I pray, I pray For a better way. We were kind before; we can be kind once more. We can be beautiful...'
Wicked Are We
@daughterofthewickedwitch With the set swirling with cast and crew it was always a blessing to find an empty spot to stand in while they reworked a scene that wasn’t working. Gillain rocked forward on the toes of her heels, a cup of coffee in her hands sipping quietly waiting to be called back, “Bored yet? Or is it just me?"
Snow Storms
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The slash that echos through the ice rink is deafening, to her ears at least, no slow music or anything upbeat, just silence and it terrifies her.
Looking up she can see the woman with her arms crossed and the shake of her head.... That of course is the moment she wakes up every time to her alarm blaring, and the traffic outside greeting her ears.
She’s breathing heavy, before an arm wraps around her, tugging her back further into the bed, “Dreams.” Her best friend mutters in her ear, and she nods.
“Form you idiot!” She almost yells at Joe from her place at the each of the rink, “I mean seriously, you want to win gold with that crap?” He glared at her, before he fixed the form flawlessly before making the jump arms raised.
Gillain smiles satisfied, Joe flipping her off the moment he landed making her laugh and draw attention from other skaters hanging about, the murmuring of rumours and chatter the moment she was recognised.
“I really hate you sometimes, but that was the best jump I’ve ever done.”
“Eh, you can do better.” He flipped her off again.
Open Storybook
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“New town.” She stated, looking at the sign beyond the red line of paint that read ‘Welcome to Storybrooke’ placing a hand on her hip she turned to her companion, “I heard they’ve got a little darkness in their streets.”
All she received was a raised eyebrow, “Fine fine, I’ll get back in the car so we can go in.... Happy?” Her heels clacked against the asphalt as she pulled open the driver’s side door, and swung herself into the black mustang, “I swear.... Joe said they were interesting Fi.”
“I know, which is why we’re here.” He replied, pushing his hair back from his face before climbing in after her, “But you know the rules, no trouble at all until we case the town.”
Gillain rolled her eyes at him, “I already know where the most valuable stuff is thanks to our mutual friend.” She started the engine and took off into the town as Fio finished for her.
“Mr.Gold, pawnbroker’s.”
Be My Wingman?
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“Be my wingman?” She asked, landing on the armchair in the coffee shop with ease, while the smile on her face was nervous, but considering the bluder she’d made this morning... “Please? I promise it won’t be awkward!”
Gillain set the coffee cups on the table, “Pleaseeeeeeeee!” She was practically begging, “Also Fio’s out of town, so’s Joe.”
