#res1dents

[wtchwisper]

                        It didn’t feel that way most times. She felt like she was suffocating. That the air she lived for, the crisp cool breezes she danced one had been robbed of her. While every ever in her body set up in flames and she had no other choice but to burn in the smoke and anguish that raged inside her rib cage and mind, and to do it with a brightly placed smile at that. It was ruthless the emptiness that could come so quickly and knock her down and steal her voice; but she had fought for so long alone to reclaim it -- the idea of help was so odd to her. 

                        “ It doesn’t feel like I am. It never has. “ 

                          Her voice is soft as she sniffs a knuckle coming to brush away the stray tear that welled and rolled over her cheek. The resolved expression forming on her features something so familiar; you feel so much you must bury half of it or you will be consumed. Teeth press to her bottom lip as she takes a deep breath shoulders shrugging as she sniffs once more, clearing her throat. 

                         “ Its weird. I want to scream for help, I want to ask so many for a hand just to help hold the boulder I’m carrying; but I can never get a breath deep enough to say it. “ 

@res1dents​ said:  “you’re allowed to need help sometimes.” ( from nicholas )

[wtchwisper]

                          why did she feel like she’d been caught redhanded? like her palms were caked with dirty dirty evidence that would condemn her? she had a few ideas one being a particular gold cross that now hung off her bedroom mirror rather than her neck. Lizette brushes her hands against her worn jeans before raising from her squat; pale eyes shifting to look at moon with a curious expression. giving herself a quick once over she finally understood. dark curls sticking in every direction with a few sparse and dry leaves resting in her hair, her jeans were now filthy (more so than they were before starting her work), and her shirt seemed to bear the true burden of it all’ bright plum splotches that had ruined the pale blue floral. 

                          “ oh -- oh that! I was making Opal some lip stain earlier with beets and well I’m stronger than I look. “ 

                            motioning behind her a brief swallow taken before she speaks again, the garden behind her shows her work. freshly dug up pots and soil that sat expectantly; waiting for her to return and finish them before the sun finally went down. 

@res1dents​ said :  “what have you done to yourself?” ( from moon )

[huntedvideo]

nicholas montri  ,  [ text ] hey, is this hunter’s father?

sms ; ?   its definitely one of my phones sms ; ?   im kidding sms ; ?   or am i sms ; ?   im sorry that was weird sms ; ?   yes this is hunters dad sms ; ?   who is this     @res1dents.

[huntedvideo]

              ‘ she’s always been way too smart for her own good. definitely got that from her mom, ’  skirting over the absence of said mother, fin glances back at hunter, who’s playing with the classroom toys on the other side of the room. fin had been a bit nervous about this parent teacher conference ; he couldn’t imagine why he’d been called into mr. montri’s office, but he plays it cool, for now.  ‘ is she, like - doing okay? i know sometimes she turns in her homework late, but that’s kinda my fault. i work a lot, so... ’  a shrug.     @res1dents​.