a misty memory.

lola weathers. twenty one. former supermodel. trader. saddle ridge elementary. " There was about her a wildness that flashed in her eyes. She was spoiled and beautiful and easily bored. She was either fiercely excited or cool and detached. "

[tcintedbeauty]

winglessrossi :

   - —   ❝    L O L A.

                 “i don’t make a habit of beating the shit out of people that don’t DESERVE it,” he laughed, “but i don’t think you were meaning to say that i would beat up the innocent,” maybe he did in the past, but that wasn’t important.     he flexed his knuckles, watching her eyes inspect them and wondering what she wanted to do.   - – —   lola’s facial expression flickered for a moment, and he WISHED he knew what it was.

          he watched the way she reacted, a small chill (?) going through her body as she wrapped her arms around herself.   “yeah, you got that right, bella - — the world was always fucked up, guess it just DEPENDS what you make of it,” he kissed his rosary as he threw the cigarette butt in the fire.    getting to his feet as she finished off her sentence, he eased himself down beside her as he pulled off his zip-up hoodie and offered it to her.   “take it, it’s getting old out,” he looked up to the stars, the sky clear aside from a few whisps of clouds, “… forgetting the world could do everyone some good, don’t you think?”

“Of course not,” She replied, a hint of amusement in her gaze and tone that she tried to hide. Lola couldn’t really say that for herself; not when it came to being unnecessarily cruel to people. Sometimes she figured that the truth of how savage she could really be was often written all over her face -- like it wasn’t even a secret at this point. It had become natural to believe that any sort of confidant would flee when they saw the darkness that touched her soul on a daily basis.

Blue eyes studied the male’s movements as the words sank in. Her gaze acknowledged the beads of the rosary with muted interest. Her opinion on religion was almost non-existent; her experience even less. Finishing off the cigarette, she stubbed it out as his form moved closer to her. Defined brows rose at the offer of the hoodie, the small kindness so simple and yet missed, belonging to places and moments so different from this. She draped it over her shoulders regardless, a tiny laugh leaving her. “Oh, I know. I just wish it was easier to blank out.” 

[tcintedbeauty]

notnaivc :

          sure, his anger isn’t directed at her directly, but that doesn’t stop him from making every word leave his mouth personal. there’s no reason for it, other than he can ( and the further away he can keep people, the least amount of attachment he can make ) so he plows on, not taking the bait. ❝ i wasn’t gonna join you anyways. i’m very happy going out on my own, don’t need to stop to window shop every thirty seconds. i’m sure you can find someone who’s willing to gossip about everything and anything though so good luck. ❞

She was ready to move on; tugging her hair over to one side and adjusting her pack before he spoke again. There was something about the words, something about the sheer ignorance that had the girl fuming. “Well screw me for asking for company this one time.” Lola’s lips were now a thin line, eyebrows tugging together. “You know what I did. Not who I am. You think I’d still be here if that’s all I cared about?” A scoff; a shaking of the head. She’d be better off leaving before her anger got the best of her.

[fredicia]

[pulptastic]

[tcintedbeauty]

notnaivc :

          watching lola get annoyed almost brings a smile to his face – but he’s not enough of an asshole to let it spread. instead, he bites the inside of his cheek and watches her, tired eyes focusing on her expression, mostly. the ex-model doesn’t really bother him but, like most days, the first person to come near him tends to be the target for his bad mood, no matter what they come to see him for. ❝ at this very moment ? nothing, which is sad, if you ask me. most pretty princesses like you tend to be, yeah, so if you’re here to tell me to stay on the lookout for more pretty make up or the LATEST fashion piece, please spare me the pleasantries.  ❞ 

She could have told herself that his annoyance was not personal -- and it probably wasn’t -- but there had never been anything quite as irritating as those words being said to her. Mostly in relation to her past job, like she couldn’t be anything more than an air-headed narcissist. Although she certainly had great practice in the latter. “Pretty princesses?” Lola almost choked on her laugh. She hadn’t asked anyone for a single thing like that since joining the camp, or much of anything, really. “It’s totally fine, I don’t need you to join me anyway. I’m pretty sure you’d only slow me down.”

[tcintedbeauty]

notnaivc :

@tcintedbeauty said: 77. ❝ made you look. ❞

          he almost says something mean in response – ALMOST. not often are the times that he gets to be alone and he’s come to crave these moments, becoming easily irritated when someone interrupts him so, of course, when the girl kept badgering him ( okay, maybe not BADGERING, but jack’s feeling dramatic ) he eventually had to look up and give her the satisfaction of his attention. ❝ can i help you with something ? ❞ he speaks in an almost aggressively polite tone, spinning one of his sister’s colored pencils between his fingers just to do something – the presence of anyone immediately putting him on edge. ❝ im, uh – not going out until tomorrow, if that’s why you’re here. ❞ he fills the silence once more after she doesn’t respond, trying to guess why lola sought him out.

It wasn’t often that Lola would go out of her way to make conversation with many people in the school other than their leader, and for once when she did decide to, the other was acting as if she were a total inconvienience. Hell, she probably was -- and had just spent far too long being told her company was some kind of gift from God. None of that mattered now, though. Fame didn’t matter; she was just a girl... a fairly troubled one. Her lips drew into a thin line at the words, clearly not amused. “What’s up your ass? Do I seem so incapable of polite conversation?”

[tcintedbeauty]

venenatcrum :

     For a moment, Austin felt something for her. He didn’t know what to call it or label it as, so he didn’t. Instead, he pushed the feeling to the pit of his stomach in hopes that it would disintegrate. But the sensation persisted, overcoming him like a flood & leaving him completely vulnerable—a feeling that he despised. Austin crossed his arms over his chest, scared that she might be able to see through his tough exterior. But as she began to talk, Austin’s feelings turned sour, irritation rattling his brain. It was a quick shift from pleasant to unpleasant, one that was most likely clear in his appearance. He had shifted his weight from one foot to another & closed his hands into tight fists. “I ain’t that stupid,” He scoffed back in response. It wasn’t the implication that there was a chance that he was dead, but rather that her searching for him meant that some part of her cared. Some part of her, no matter how small, cared enough about him to find him—& that scared him more than anything else in the world. Caring meant getting hurt, being abandoned, & losing. Yet, through the irritation, he felt the need to remain calm & not fly off the handle as he so often did. “Surprised you’re still alive, though.” Though, Austin knew that this wasn’t how he truly felt. From the way she spoke to the way she carried herself—all of it spoke volumes of who she was as a person. She was like Austin but polished & more sophisticated. The woman acted as if she had experienced so much more than he had ( which, isn’t hard to do ). Needless to say, he was impressed with her & respected her to a certain extent. But was he going to ever admit to that? No, Austin knew that he couldn’t. He didn’t want to ever be close enough to another where exchanging praise & words of adoration would ever be normal. The redhead was better off alone so that no one could get hurt.

She would be lying to say she hadn’t thought about him at all during the gap since they had last seen each other. That she hadn’t thought of him even in the ten minutes after the hospital had crashed to the ground. Truly, there wasn’t many she would think about regardless never mind worry about, and most of those people had been in the school with her at the time. Hell, if only they could get to the point of being friends maybe Lola wouldn’t feel so stupid about it -- but they weren’t even that. Why would she want that? Having friends had never been her priority and Austin’s company was plain infuriating eighty percent of the time. Yet the mind couldn’t control what it decided to think about; who it decided it wanted to check up on. “Could have fooled me,” She retorted, knowing all too well that her words would just provoke his anger, but that was always easier to witness and understand than anything else. And if she was rude back to him, it was much easier to pretend that she didn’t feel anything else. What else was there? Lola would be stupid to go getting attached just because of the slight similarities they shared. She wasn’t a child. Her eyebrows rose slightly at the words, making her feel a bit less vulnerable than she had initially. “Disappointed?” She may as well throw it out there -- even knowing what his answer would be, as it were obvious they were playing games with one another and would probably never stop doing such.

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i put the bi in bitter

[winglessrossi]

📝 ( lola ) :))))

   I M P R E S S I O N   M E M E.

            ft. @tcintedbeauty / lola weathers

their first impression:      semi-familiar, determined, great asset to the camp

their current impression:   still a great asset, impressive, beautiful, witty, he feels at ease in her company

what they like the most about your muse:      they can sit in silence and it’s not weird, that she’s beautiful and survived all this  ( which makes her all the more impressive in his eyes )

what they dislike the most about your muse:    that he feels as though he might slip up and tell her what he’s done, and that she’ll be repulsed by him.

what your muse is for them:    camp-mates, allies, comrades, affectionate something. ( possible love interest for him at least. )

a general opinion of their relationship:    words that come to mind are; playground, fire, guitars, normality, affection.

if applicable, something they wish to reveal:   the first thing is that he wants to kiss her.  his past he can’t bring himself to tell her for fear of repercussions.

[tcintedbeauty]

winglessrossi :

           “yeah, if it happens carina,” he grinned,    “lets hope it’s not any time soon. between you and me i got into a to a pretty fucked up fight with some asshole who was trying to steal supplies from my pack while i was asleep.”         he held up his tattooed hands - showing the bloodied and bruised knuckles that were still trying to heal   ——-  he’d not actually bandaged them, only washed them with water and a bit of alcohol.   ( well… vodka. )

                       his twisted-mouth grin accentuated the sharp angles of his face, the shadows from the fire giving him a macabre, somber appearance despite the chagrin and mirth in his eyes as he looked across the fires at her.     “i don’t think strange is even the word for it, lola.    i’m thinkin’ more along the lines of mythical or INSANE,” angel chuckled, “but yeah, here we are.   trying to pretend like everything is okay.”           he looked around at the surroundings, took a drag and back to the supermodel turned survivor with an affectionate smile; “i mean, shit isn’t OKAY   ——- but i think we could make a life here.   all of us. one day.”

She exhaled a breath at the words. “Well, in that case, they deserve everything they got; which I’m guessing is something...” Lola let her eyes drift to his marked hands as he raised them; taking in every scratch and bruise as they purpled his skin. She got the strangest and most sudden urge to just reach out and touch them, but of course did not. If she did, it would make something too real out of her respect and admiration for him and well... having those feelings in the first place scared her to death.

The girl laughed, bringing her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them in an attempt to block out the spring evening chill. “Though when you think about it, the world was already kind of insane.” She had always had this feeling that would come and go since being a little girl; of being detatched from her body and looking down on how messy things really were. “Still, it feels okay right now.” She stated, quieter than her usual tone and feeling like she was treading some dangerous waters. “Okay enough to forget the world we live in until at least the morning.”

[tcintedbeauty]

vicisoustradition :

He shifts once more, although, with a little more effort than last time, he wanted to keep her in his sight as well as keep her in good hearing range and so he straddles the branch some, settling his right leg on the branch and letting the left dangle down. The fabric of his backpack scraping against the bark of the tree audibly.

A soft chuckle pushes past the confines of a once closed mouth and tickles the back of his throat, “Can’t trust anyone these days.” It was terrifying how quickly people turn on each other now, all laws were thrown out the window, all morals. But he couldn’t exactly complain, he wasn’t a saint himself.

Clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth, he cants his head to the side, examining her. He hadn’t seen her around, and he wondered where she was holding up but to ask someone about camps was one of those unspoken rules. “Enjoying those stale chips?” Considering chips were no longer being processed due to the world ending and all.

There was something almost thrilling about being seen as a threat ( not that she shouldn’t be seen as one ) that Lola found kind of difficult to explain. Well, in her books it was way better than being taken for a fragile flower any day -- which for some reason she rarely ever was. Perhaps strangers could simply see that in her stance, in the look in her blue eyes. The quiet and yet loud fact that she was not afraid of a fight standing out visibly.

The brunette continued to watch him with every crunch that came and went between her teeth, finding it curiously entertaining how he daren't take his eyes off of her in case she suddenly became the enemy. “Damn right you can’t.”

Her eyebrows rose at the question, glancing down at the packet for half a second before looking back up at the guy. “Guess so. The flavour hasn’t faded from them, at least.” She pondered silently for a second before speaking up. “Want one? I mean, of course, I’m not coming over there and you’re not gonna come down here. I’d have to throw one and you’d catch it in your mouth.” Her lips tilt up slightly; an obvious joke -- though she wondered how many survivors would actually risk close contact for a bag of slightly outdated snacks.

[tcintedbeauty]

conflicticn :

“Too brilliant to capture correctly?” Elliot sighed, shaking her head over the half work she had in her lap. She would have said hat she would have preferred a different muse, that to work with a diva was about as entertaining as watching already dried paint just exist on the wall to which it was adhered. But she couldn’t quite bring herself to do it, not for the possibility of losing favor with Lola. Though that was nothing to do with the fact that she wanted to finish up the piece she’d started, rather it was to do with the fact that Elliot needed at least one more shot at trying to woo the beauty. Her selfish goal to sleep with just about everyone in their new little society. 

“Lo, you are so fucking lucky you one of the hottest people around this pit. Can I have you for like five more minutes? I’ll make it worth your while.” Elliot’s eyes didn’t move from her sketchpad, but the smirk on her lips had transformed into a rather devious one. 

The truth was Lola was most definitely vain; only not quite as vain as she made herself out to be. It was an image she had made for herself as soon as she had realized just how far her looks could get her. It was something of a defense mechanism, something she could fall back on even now. Even though it was such a useless thing that could make someone feel so superior at times. She rolled her blue eyes at the other. “I was kidding, kind of.”

Shaking her head almost like she knew it would be useless to argue, Lola sat back down again and placed lost tendrils of hair behind her ears like a schoolgirl getting ready for her photo. “Yeah, whatever,” She accepted, her eyes crinkling at the corners at the words, not quite a smile but getting there. “Flirting will get you everywhere, Elliot.”

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V I X E N.

[larmoyante]

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus (via dark-splendor)

   ( @tcintedbeauty )

[cindykimberlys]

[tcintedbeauty]

winglessrossi :

              “whatever you say, bella principessa,” he chuckled, warming his hands closer to the low-burning flames, “you can kick me with those long-ass supermodel legs if you’d like — - but i’ve had my ass kicked all up and down this country so i don’t think it’s too much of a threat.” angel grinned and then tapped the ash from his cigarette.

             “dancer, supermodel - you’re definitely not the kind of person i thought would be sitting across a fire from someone like me, three years into this HELL on earth bullshit,”    he was often honest to a fault, but he wasn’t usually in the habit of coddling people,    “yeah, i used to get around i guess,” he replied with a half shrug, eyes trained to the ground as he toed a rock into the coals.   “did a bit of work on cars and bikes, you know, odd jobs… nothing special really.”            not one person in cheyenne knew where he’d come from, the thing he’d done - and he wanted to KEEP it that way.    ( it was shameful beyond words )

“That so?” She laughed; tilting her chin back and exhaling the smoke. “It’s good to know you won’t take it personally then -- if you know, it happens.”

Lola hadn’t really thought of it like that. To her, it felt like the world had gotten a lot smaller since the start of the outbreak. It seemed she was meeting a lot more different varieties of people now than she had been as a model. Back then, her circle basically consisted of people only in the industry. Now nothing was off limits. Call her crazy ( people certainly had ) but the young woman found it kind of exciting. Another little fact that added to the great puzzle of why she was still alive. Maybe happy wasn’t the correct word, but she was certainly more like herself than she had ever been. “It’s a strange world, man. So here we are.”