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[bledretribution-blog]

HUCK   @reapusa

❛   OH  COME  ON  NOW  HUCK   ––   ❜      breaking  her  previous  stare  ,  eyes  as  green  as  emeralds  latch  onto  his.      ❛   you  know  me  better  than  that.   ❜

[arcadicn]

@reapusa is a greedy lil thing

“huck,” she chided, her hand moving to knock his away from where it was tugging at her very short shorts. her eyes rolled amusedly. “they’re not that short, honestly.” they were in fact that short. but she liked them, and moreover she liked the way she looked in them. if anyone was her hardest critic it was her, and she knew it. taking the hand she’d knocked playfully away she raised it, pressing a kiss to her palm. “i’m sure no one will think you’re a creepy old man if you’re standing with me,” she teased gently, laughter dancing in her bright blue eyes. 

[locascapta]

      She’d squint her gaze ahead of her as she stood next to him.  arms LAZILY crossed over her torso with her weight shifted to one side.  helping these people was out of the question as far as she was concerned,  not wanting anything to do with helping them out of the bunker.  after all          she had far more expertise in KILLING people rather than saving them.   ❛  charmaine can kiss my ass.  there’s no way in hell i’m rescuing these savages out of that damn hole.  ❜  // @reapusa

[trcmor]

pushing the sunglasses back into her hair she let chocolate brown eyes travel around the crowded museum. she disliked most crowds, it made any kind of gun use almost impossible to hide, but that wasn’t why they were here today. no, they were doing nothing but surveillance, which she had pointed out she probably could have done online, but doing it in person worked just as well. looking around at the many happy families surrounding them she felt that usual wave of bitterness before her eyes lifted discretely to flit around the room. “well, they have more than most museums, but we expected that right?” she asked, turning to the man beside her. 

@reapusa gets a group!verse starter

[locascapta]

Huck  ⟾  @reapusa

      ❛  Well          this  is  it.  ❜  a  huff  of  breath  passes  her  lips ,  sitting  beside  her  friend  on  the  floor  as  honey  hues  would  follow  bellamy  &  clarke  to  join  the  others.  to  decide  what  the  HELL  to  do  next ,  she  supposed.   ❛  think  they’ll  just  stuff  us  in  a  room  and  suck  all  the  air  out ??  that’s  what  i  would  do.  ❜

[mcthersguilt]

               hands   wring   together   in   a   vain   attempt   to   steady   herself.         it   doesn’t   matter   how   hard   she   tries   ,   she   knows   the   tremor   will   only   get   worse   until   she’s   fed   her   addiction   ,   until   she’s   high.   but   she   can   tell   from   the   look   of   disgust   etched   upon   his   features   that   she’s   not   earning   herself   any   favors.         he’s   not   the   first   person   to   look   at   her   like   that.      others   ,     in   the   bunker   ,   had.      those   who   knew   ,   anyway.      those   who   saw   her   hands   shake   at   the   dinner   table   ,   or   practically   falling   asleep   during   surgery.   they   looked   at   her   that   way   too   ,   like   she   wasn’t   worth   the   food   meant   to   keep   her   alive.      the   space   she   took   up.            ʺ      please.      ʺ         she   states   rather   than   begs.         ʺ     I’ll   finish   this   a   lot   faster   if   I   can   just   have   one.      ʺ  / @reapusa   (  x  )

[bledretribution-blog]

noelle: go to hell

huck: that's a weighted responce

[arcadicn]

she could hear the sirens, at first they were quiet and they grew progressively louder. the shriek of them was unmistakable --- maybe if you were new to the area you wouldn’t know what they were --- but she had lived here her entire life, and standing looking at the steel reinforced window, or rather lack of window she rubbed her arms. once a year, it was only twenty four hours, not a long time really. but... but people died, every year and as she rubbed her arms and looked at that metal plate she knew she had to be ready to flee. it was why she’d always lived in a house --- well at least since her mother had died. she’d invested the money she’d gotten into a home. nothing too large, nothing too fancy  --- it wasn’t smart to draw attention to yourself --- but something modest. what had really cost her the money had been the modifications she’d made. the trap door that led to a tunnel that connected to the subway system.

of course the subway was always offline during the purge but it was a good way to get away if she needed too. she knew they would be out there, knew that they’d be hunting. many people took the time to raid the rich peoples houses --- it was why she didn’t have as fancy a house as she could have --- but others... others hunted to kill. to do other things which she didn’t even want to think about. all of the windows were sealed, the door had been closed. she was as safe as she was going to be, and she would retreat to where the trap door was, her safe room hidden in the walls, so if someone somehow did get inside she could simply flee. she had won this game many times before and she had no intention of losing now.

@reapusa // a purge verse starter !