#poor vic

[kibby-reaper]

jude @ p much anyone actually

- mod kibby

[moondreamss]

Asrael n hot villain, I mean Víctor

@palaxy2

[autumncrocus-hyperfixations]

guys how often do you think victim used the memory device to be with Mitsi again??

[yello-exe]

I think I'm going to take a little break. I'm stressed out. And terrified. Hopefully I'll be back later today or tomorrow. But if I don't say anything for a few days, assume I'm dead I guess. I just wish I was back home.

[not-an-open-heart]

This picture.....

Reminds me this video

😂😂😂

Cr. For the subtitles : MÅNESKIN SUB

[aflairformisadventures]

"let's all wear black and not tell vic": an extensive compilation [1 /2]

[tonystarktogo]

Victory and Tony please! "And if you feel you're sinking, I will jump right over into cold, cold water for you"

Victory Croy has been having a bad day. She has woken up half an hour too late, missed her bus, got snapped at by her favourite teacher, messed up a simply equation in her math test, ripped her black jeans--the ones her dad had gotten her for christmas last year--only to get into a fight with her best friend over lunch. Then she had finally escaped the damn school only to get a text from her mom asking her to please buy some bread, walked to the damn bakery only to notice she didn’t have any cash, found out that the card reader was broken, made a detour to the freaking bank...

You get the picture. So you can probably imagine that the last thing Victory was in the mood for was a damn bank robbery.

Unfortunately--though perhaps unsurprising, given the way her day is going--the bank robbers in question don’t seem to care much about her opinion. Not when it concerns their chosen target, nor their timing, and most especially not their planning.

It took them seven minutes just to get to the vault for fuck’s sake. Seven minutes Victory has to lie on the cold, uncomfortable, not to forget dirty floor with her face pressed against the linoleum and listen as the woman to her left sobbed quietly.

And then, just to make a terrible day even worse, the police showed up.

Now, contrary to the instincts of a law-abiding citizen, blue sirens during a hostage situation are rarely a good sign, trust Victory on this. Especially not when the robbers in question are clearly amateurs.

Amateurs make mistakes--the kind of mistakes that end with someone getting shot--when put under pressure, and a whole barricade of police cars definitely counts as pressure. Freaking fantastic.

Predictably the leader of the ragtag group of losers starts shouting and shooting into the ceiling in some attempt to--actually, Vic isn’t sure what it is he’s trying to accomplish. Magically make the policemen disappear? Equally predictably, panic spreads under the hostages, lots of begging and crying, that only makes the situation escalate faster.

Victory is just trying to decide whether she should do something--like hide behind one of those sturdy tables, contrary to her dad she isn’t currently made of iron and neither is she suicidal, thank you very much--when the guy who shouts the loudest seems to regain his bearings.

If a horrible, half-assed plan that’s guaranteed to fail counts as ‘regaining his bearings’. Like the police is gonna let seven armed robbers get away because they take a hostage with them. Victory barely suppresses a derisive snort. Yeah, right.

On second thought, clearly she should have hidden behind that damn table when she had the chance. Because really, her luck has sucked so far, why did she expect it to get any better? Why is she surprised when the guy’s searching gaze falls on her--and stays there?

But no, Victory is to busy internally berating the robbers for their lack of an exit plan to realise what is about to happen--and when she catches on, it’s already far too late.

Her eyes widen in disbelief when the guy grabs her roughly by the arm and drags her to her feet. “-nd who’d want to get a pretty girl like you killed, hm?” he growls, more to his companions than to her.

Still, Victory adamantly shakes her head. “No. Nononononononono, you really, really don’t wanna pick me! I’m a terrible hostage, I--” her babbling is cut off by a hard slap. The kind that doesn’t hurt, just makes half your face feel numb, until a couple of minutes later, when the slow burning starts.

“Great,” she mumbles, barely audible and probably half in shock, as she feels the hard metal of a gun pressed against the side of her head. “Now you’ve done it. Not to pull a Malfoy on you, but my father is gonna kill you when he sees this footage.”

“Does it look like I’m afraid of your father, bitch?” the guy snarls as he pushes her towards the exist, uses her as a body shield. And there are way too many guns in this place for Victory to be happy with that position.

Outside, behind the wall of heavily armed police men, she can already see the flashes of the cameras. And despite the horrible day she’s had, despite how her left cheek feels like it’s on fire, Victory Croy-Stark smirks.

“Dude, you’re so dead.”

[belch-huggins]

"Reggie." The girl giggled as she quickened her pace to walk past him

As the girl passed by she heard Vic laugh who was promptly punched in the shoulder hard enough to cause the blond to stumble.

@victor-vic-criss