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03: Do you regret anything? & 63: Would you change your name?

THREE:  do you regret anything?

a lot of things. deciding to go home on that particular night, things would’ve been FAR different had i not.

SIXTY-THREE:  would you change your name?

part of me says yes, it comes with the opportunity to move away and reinvent yourself. but then again, that and the idea of changing my name sounds like too much hassle. so, probably not.

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TWENTY-FIVE:  do you miss anyone from your past?

there’s no one for me to miss.sometimes i catch myself missing my parents, or maybe i miss the IDEA of them --- i was far too young when things turned into a living shitshow to remember what exactly they were like before mother dearest decided we weren’t worth putting up with and daddy-o found it more enjoyable to be out of it then care for his fucking children.

TWENTY-SIX:   what are you craving right now?

alcohol. probably the biggest con of being dead --- i can’t get shitfaced.

TWENTY-SEVEN:  have you ever broken someone’s heart? 

highly likely. it’s better to be the heart-breaker than the heart-broken.

TWENTY-EIGHT:  have you ever been cheated on?

not as far as i’m aware of. so if i have been, congrats to them ?? they did a good job of keeping it under wraps because i’m entirely oblivious. 

TWENTY-NINE :  have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

yes. i’ve been the reason quite a few people have shed tears. 

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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

03: Do you regret anything?

04: Are you insecure?

05: What is your relationship status?

06: How do you want to die?

07: What did you last eat?

08: Played any sports?

09: Do you bite your nails?

10: When was your last physical fight?

11: Do you like someone?

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

14: Do you miss someone?

15: Have any pets?

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

18: Are you scared of spiders?

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

26: What are you craving right now?

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

30: What’s irritating you right now?

31: Does somebody love you?

32: What is your favourite color?

33: Do you have trust issues?

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

51: Favourite food?

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

54: Is cheating ever okay?

55: Are you mean?

56: How many people have you fist fought?

57: Do you believe in true love?

58: Favourite weather?

59: Do you like the snow?

60: Do you wanna get married?

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

62: What makes you happy?

63: Would you change your name?

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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( pctersm ! )

peter raised his eyebrows a little and hesitantly reached forward. “are you sure? i know that you… you guys won’t be earning money for a little while. i don’t want to take that away from you when it might help you in the long run.” his dark, tired eyes showed mild concern, but his brain was already thinking of the food and necessities he could get for twenty. it was ridiculous how hungry he was and how hunger was really starting to rule most of his days. he felt bad going to the soup kitchen too often and tried to limit it to a few times a week, but when he got hungry enough food was all he could think about and it made him tired and angry. if she had enough money to waste on coffee she wouldn’t drink, she could spare it. right?

once again, a halfhearted shrug graces her shoulders at his hesitation to take the cash from her. it could’ve been seen as naive really, merely hours into being reintroduced into the world and already she was passing off her cash like it was nothing. possibly, it was the confidence that she KNEW she’d get by --- no matter how little she had. after all, she was practically raised that way, having to constantly fight for everything she needed; it was practically first nature to the female. “i’ll live,” albeit, a scoff escapes her at the IRONY of her own words, head shaking as though she was amused by it. “let me rephrase that, i’ll SURVIVE.” slender fingers force the twenty closer toward him; after all, she figured he’d make more use of it than her --- with being a human, he had more necessities than her. necessities that just looking at his appearance he may have been in dire need of. 

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( gcldenapollo ! )

Apollo grins at her and picks up the cards, a rapid-fire debate occurring inside his head. If he throws the card the very first round (which he rarely does), she’ll leave; if he doesn’t though, he might make nothing – she said one bet and one bet only. It’s a pickle to be in but he makes his decision. “See the ace? Follow it with your eyes. I’m gonna be quick so you better be too. When I lay them out, pick which one you think is the ace. Okay?” And with that, he moves the cards around. He doesn’t throw the ace. Even if she walks away after this, it’s not significant enough to matter. If he’s lucky, he might even find a pound on the street on his way back to his flat. So yeah, she’s got a better-than-fair shot when he lays the cards out. Only a fool couldn’t follow the red.

she practically has to bite her tongue to refrain from reminding the male she KNOWS how the game works --- instead remaining tight-lipped as he explains the tactic behind the age-old card trick. all the while, gaze doesn’t shift from his hands and the cards now occupying them; still distrusting of the stranger and his intentions. he mentioned not being a hustler but that was HIGHLY unlikely given his trade. little booths like these thrived off of conning others out of their money. “mhm,” a simple hum insinuates her understanding of how it works. the single pound coin turning between two fingers as her concentration remains upon the shifting cards, awaiting the moment he stops shifting them so she could place the coin upon her chosen one. 

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( pctersm ! )

With Wendy home, Peter was officially in debt. And it really fucking sucked. Granted she didn’t eat or need food, but to get her started in the world again with clothes and toiletries and technology? It was extremely expensive. And money, he had not. He would be lying if he’d said that, when he saw a twenty slip from some lady’s purse, he wasn’t tempted to take it. It was. The amount of food he could buy with that… But he didn’t. Everybody had been through hell and he wasn’t going to hurt anybody anymore. He picked it up before someone else could and entered the warm shop, the smell of pastries and coffee making his empty stomach ache. “Excuse me, ma’am, you dropped this outside,” he said quietly, noticing quite quickly she was one of them. She’d definitely need this money, then, and it made him feel better knowing he’d made a good decision for once. “Oh. I said you’d dropped this. I just wanted to return it to you. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He placed the bill down on the table and gave her a tired smile. “Have a good day.”

her posture shifted awfully quick, the once slouched position she’d taken to upon her dazed state was quickly swapped for something a little more alert. typical teegan, always ready for a war, always ready to pounce. hence why the kindness displayed by the male was such a SURPRISE to her --- so much so that eyelids quickly blinked over bright hues, momentarily staring at the male blankly. “OH--- “ it lacked the confidence she often spoke with; something that always took her by surprise was things like this, small random acts of kindness. briefly, lips parted and closed several times as she tried to figure out what to say; evidence of how prepared for the negative she’d always been, quips sitting on the tip of her tongue. however, this wasn’t something she acquired the mentality for. “HERE,” eventually, she manages to formulate some syllables together, fingers curling around the twenty pound note before extending it toward the male. “i know that i personally would’ve have returned it had the roles been reversed so,” the femme confesses, slender shoulders raising only to fall in a lazy, halfhearted shrug. “knock yourself out.” 

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( gcldenapollo ! )

Doubt, concern – those are pretty common to the people who approach his booth. Only the most naive don’t know how common a scam Three Card Monte is. But even when you know, there’s always a thought in the back of your mind, wondering if you can out-wit the con-artist. In a way, a little both like this is a dare of it’s own. At least, that’s how he’s always seen it – it’s the only reason he can see for why people continue to bet. “Don’t see anyone here to hustle you, do you? It’s just a game. And first bet ‘s only a pound,” he responds, still with that leisurely grin, that he’s not worried about her skepticism. Because he’s not. If his misses his mark with her, there’ll always be someone else.

briefly, bright green hues shift to the cards in question --- debate clearly splayed across her features as she ponders on the idea of throwing down a bet. a contradiction to her initial denial, really. however, she’d be wrong to say it wasn’t tempting; despite being aware that you could never beat a game like this. “ONE turn, ONE pound.” finally, the dark haired femme speaks up. nimble fingers already beginning to dig into the pocket of her jeans, searching for that particularly shaped coin. “that’s ALL you’re getting out of me,” the rotter swears; maybe more to herself rather than him. two fingers holding up a single coin in reference. 

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( emilyxprescott ! )

“Oh, so you rotters do have something left of a brain!” Emily mocked in false surprise. Her glare unwavering from the girl before her. She couldn’t help the empty laugh that erupted from her throat, “I’d shoot you down faster than you could even comprehend. I’ve killed more rotters than you can even imagine.” 

eyes roll back in the female’s head at her initial statement, her temper slowly being further and further chipped at as the conversation progressed with the IGNORANT stranger. her laughter warranting a bitter taste to form in teegan’s mouth, along with the comment afterward. “is that so? really, that only furthers the temptation to take you down --- getting justice for those like myself. you know, us rotters got to stick together.” a bitter-sweet smile occupying her lips all the while.

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teegan was more than aware that this day, and the days going forth would not be easy; there was so much uncertainty, hatred, and an array of other negative emotions in regards to those like herself being reintroduced into the world. albeit, the stoic female thought she’d handle it better than this, but it seems that even in DEATH --- her short-temper followed her. at this point in the day, she’d snapped at three different people; one of which was literally because they LOOKED at her wrong. emotions were high, so upon finding a small, quaint coffee shop, the slender girl didn’t hesitate to duck inside and away from the bustling streets. contact-colored hues stared directly at her fingertips, touching against a coffee cup bought purely for the purpose of being a prop. ( it’s not like she could drink it ) a small crease seems to form between her brows, it somewhat STILL frustrated her that she couldn’t feel the heat radiating from the piping beverage. seemingly, she’d been so caught up in her own head; teegan completely missed out on what had been spoken toward her --- chin raising to eye them. “what did you say?”

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( emilyxprescott ! )

When one of those rotters spoke to her her frown deepened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize yourotters couldn’t hear very well either. I called you things a bunch of Fuckin’ Rotters.” Emily down right snarled to the stranger. She refused to back down, not after this long of fighting them.

“last time i checked --- the term was pds sufferers, not ROTTERS.” teegan is quick to quip the response to the stranger, head tilting to one side as she observed her behind contact concealed hues. “although, by the sounds of it, you don’t seem to care too much as to what to refer to us by.” lips momentarily purse, narrowed gaze refusing to shift from the female. “really, you should feel lucky we’re no longer ‘rabid animals’ --- otherwise i’d have to fulfill the urge to snap that pretty lil’ neck of yours.”

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( emilyxprescott ! )

“Fuckin’ rotters.” Emily swore under her breath as she watched them exit the building. Some going into the arms of loved ones and others simply wandering into the town. They were dead and after all her fighting she wanted them to stay dead. Nobody seemed to understand her beef, some even thought her crazy, but she wanted those things back in the ground. She had fought for too long to see this shit happen.

it seemed her feet began to guide her straight toward the town; maybe it was the curious part of her brain that urged so, having been kept from the outdoors for such a long period of time. albeit, teegan merely escapes the clusters of people surrounding the building when she notes a comment made beneath the breath of someone she had been passing by. it seemed that even in DEATH, her short-temper remained. spinning on her heel, bright hues instantly eye the female opposing her, a glint reflecting in them that hinted to the sudden angst she felt. “didn’t anyone ever teach you that it’s RUDE to mutter?” words practically spat from her chapped, cold lips. 

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( gcldenapollo ! )

It was an overcast day in Roarton but that was hardly a surprise to anyone who’d been in this town for any length of time. It was dreary more often than it wasn’t. It wasn’t raining though which meant the golden-haired young man could set up his table down in the square without a concern. Three card monte was a simple trick, one of the oldest in the book, and yet it still somehow managed to draw people in. Perhaps because he advertised no spotters or dupes. Whatever the case, he did. He glanced up from his cards to see the person he’d drawn in, a small grin on his face. “Wanna place a bet?”

her steps were slow-paced, a contrast to her usual confident strides. a sense of uncertainty pooled in the pit of her stomach, green hues examining her surroundings with great detail --- taking in every building she passed as though it was the first time ever laying eyes upon them. how she got drawn into the particular stand occupied by a golden-haired male was still a mystery to the femme; however, a single brow cocks upward at his question. “a bet?” a small scoff manages to escape her between words, dark locks waving as she shakes her head. “i’m not too sure i’m in the mood to be hustled today --- i know how this works, you make it look easy to draw people in, and then once they begin placing money it becomes a much tougher game.” 

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[ zoey 101 vc ] are you ready ? and by that i mean, are you ready for the absolute SHITSHOW that is this introduction ? probably not. anywhoot, the name is rachel/rach, currently twenty, from the gmt+1 timezone and go by the pronouns of she/her. this is my trash problematic child, teegan -– and if you REALLY want to read more about her ( believe me you don’t ) you can find some info under the cut !! 

[ TW: MENTIONS OF PTSD, DRUGS, MURDER ]

fasten your seatbelts bc this ride is about to get.. how do you say.. w i l d.

i will try to keep this short and sweet but i love to ramble so that’s highly unlikely lmfao.

teegan, impersonating halsey at some point, probably: do u call urself a fken hurricane like me.

four points in and this is a mess i’m sorry.

anyWAy. lil teegs here is actually from ‘murica — but because of her father’s previous occupation they moved around a lot hence how they ended up in the uk. 

which, getting back to her father, he’s highkey the reason she is was dead. 

you see, papa ashwood was in the army once upon a time, and served for several years in it which upon arriving back home the discovery was made that it basically REALLY fucked him up. 

like, the man would wake in the wee hours of the morning screaming out it was.. terrifying.

eventually, he turned to drugs because genuinely ?? didn’t know how else to cope with what he was going through, basically became a shell of the man he once was — a total couch potato, tbh highkey probably shot up infront of teegan and her brother numerous of times.

oh !! their mom is estranged because i feel like she probably up and left the minute shit hit the fan with their dad lmao. 

but !! it wasn’t all bad, because teegan had her older brother who basically was the one to raise her. he took on the parental role that neither of their parents were able to fulfill; leaving the two insanely close.  

literally, when i say teegan would commit mass murder for her brother.. i fken mean it lmao. 

getting back to her father’s drug addiction and teegan’s death, basically a local gang that he was in debt with came knocking on the door one day — intentions to kill the man clear from the moment they walked in, but the lucky bastard wasn’t actually home. rather than noting it was only teegan home, and leaving the young girl be, the twisted fucks decided the best kind of revenge and the best possible way to send a message to her pops ?? kill her lmAo. 

.. look, i told ya’ll this was gonna be wild. 

since her ‘resurrection’ teegs has been lowkey plotting revenge against the gang who murdered her, she want’s to wipe them all out — make them sorry for what they did to her when she had no involvement with her father or a reason to have been harmed in the first place.

this is highkey a mess but ….. love me anyway ? listen, i’m a total plotting whore and if you got angst, feels or drama of any sort — ya girl is here for it. think a plot is too wild ? pls, nothing is ever to wild there’s a 99.99999999% chance ima be like ‘sign me the fucCK uP’. i will say that teegan can be pretty.. stoic? she doesn’t like to appear as weak especially not after what happened to her, she’s always been one to hold her head high and never let anyone see her cry kinda girl. growing up in the home she did she had to learn to have a hard shell, and really, she’s not all that familiar with the softness people of the world have to offer her so if you’re nice to her she’ll probably be so que ?? also, trust issues 101. she’s had rly bad experiences with people her entire life so.. ya girl don’t trust easy. basically, she a walking m e s s .  probs is that rotter that tries to drink away her pain and get drunk only to end up throwing up and is like ???????? are u kidding me i can’t even do that wow being dead s U c Ks. 

before i ramble further i’m gonna cut myself off here but.. pls give me all the plots i mostly brainstorm bc i ain’t creative enough to come up with set plots/connections right now so. soRrY.

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