the lynx.

her name is like poison you've heard it before it burned all your bridges it knocked down your door

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itsjamisonjohnson:

He paused at the sight of her, the sound of her voice, freezing almost like a rabbit confronted by a predator. But that was ridiculous, wasn’t it? Wednesday wasn’t a predator, not to him, right? She was his friend, she understood what he wanted from life, knew how to help him, knew him arguably better than friends, than his own roommate; she was the only one, after all, that helped him get what he so desperately wanted.

“Hey Wednesday.” He greeted, meeting her eyes for a brief moment before looking away, around them both, at the wall, her shoes, the stairs beyond her, only meeting her eyes in the first moment she spoke, quickly turning them away one more one he’d met those sharp eyes, eyes like knives that pierced right through him.  

“long time no see.” wednesday gave a fake smile, open-mouthed and plastered on her face like an advertisement for a dentist’s office. jamison looked the same as he ever did, the same as they all do, but it pleased wednesday somewhat to see him in her territory -- wardlaw. he was out of place here, and she was completely in control. not that she wasn’t, always.

“i’ve missed you,” she lied, and just for the added effect: “how’ve you been getting along without me?” not well, she hoped.

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thcvalkyrie:

To the untrained ear, combat boots on cobblestone is hardly distinguishable from heels, or any sort of shoe with cleats. For the girls of Wardlaw, the slight difference is all the importance in the world. The latter meant that a teacher, or some other student was coming. The former? Oh shit, it’s Mallory. Run.

Her response was prompt but not hasty, an understated perfection that came from nonchalance and also years of experience in ruining the days of others. “Look what the dog threw up.”

“Afternoon, Watanabe.”

Mallory Armstead. If nothing else, Wednesday deemed the girl worthy of her presence; she was one of the only other Wardlaw students with enough bite to match her bark, so to speak.

“Good one,” Wednesday said. She let the sarcasm drip from her voice. Mallory, for all her wonders, did not particularly interest Wednesday -- and while she was no stranger to confrontation, she wasn’t very much intrigued by something (or, rather, someone) so true.

“Strangled any puppies yet, today?”

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              She files her nails in the stairwell, sitting on the edge of the bannister, so short that her feet swing down below her. She whistles a low, melodic tune. This is what she does in her free time, sit around and wait for someone to come by so she can r u i n their day. Impatient to wreak havoc.

             The door swings open. Wednesday Watanabe looks up with a smirk in her eyes, but her face stays steady, and she continues to hum. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

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because i am THE WORST i hope you guys don’t mind that i’m dropping all replies rn because it’s been so long -- if you really want to continue our thread lmk and i’ll try my best! i’ll be replying to starters and posting my own soon.

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ab: Someone actually borrowed my phone today in the bathroom. They must have been trying to reach you. Didn't catch her name, sorry about that!

ww: i guess i've got a target on my back then

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mallory: rules are made to be broken, like buildings!

mallory: ... or people. ^_^

ww: what's up? ;)

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ryankoufax:

In all truth, he’s really not sure why he’s brought himself to the women’s washroom — Lee is pretty sure he’s not some sort of pervert, and so without that motivation, the decision seems a strange one.

Sorry. ( He says it aloud, before he can stop himself. ) He feels the need to appease her, to not be an utter disappointment, though Lee barely knows her — but he’s so very average and unimpressive in comparison to her.

“Hey, Wednesday.” His voice is gentle, cracking just a little when he speaks – Lee takes another step inside, watches their skin as it turns a sickly green under the lights. He moves closer, closer, to look at his green self in the mirror. Lee digs through his back pocket and pulls out a half-finished pack of cigarettes, sets them down on the counter, and then a small dime bag — green pills, purple pills, white pills. Lee’s flying high already, but they want to keep it going, doesn’t want everything to be quiet and right-side-up again. Not yet.

Lee picks out a green pill, and drops it on his tongue, swallowing it down quickly. “I like those yellow ones you gave me, by the way. So — thanks.” He leans back against the sink, and flicks at the dime bag. “D’you — have anything on you? Don’t mean to bug, but — running low.” He taps at the cigarette carton with his fingernails ( bitten down too far ), and turns his head to Wednesday. “D’you mind?”

“Hey, handsome.” Wednesday’s legs begin to swing.

She watches him enter, letting her mouth curl up into a sinister smile all too reminiscent of the Grinch. She is absolutely thrilled that Lee’s decided to visit her. He looks small. He looks terrified, or enchanted. She loves how they look under her wicked gaze.

Wednesday pushes herself up and scoots across the sink, closer to her new companion. She slides his pack of cigarettes out from under his hand and, without asking, delicately extracts one. She looks at him expectantly, waiting for his argument, while she places the filter carefully in between two stained lips

“I’ve got some yellows back in my dorm,” she says quietly, using her thumb to prop up the cigarette while she speaks. “If you want to come back with me later. But first --”

She leans in too far, the cigarette dangling dangerously close to him. “Light me?”

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elliotdaniels:

Elliot had been delighted to finally have the room to himself, Alfie being off god-knows-where. He should have known, of course, that barely ten minutes after he’d started studying, another distraction would come along. Fighting the urge to ignore whoever was knocking on his door, Elliot stood and opened it, his frustration instantly evident from his face, voice, and general body language. “What do you want?”

If she was taken aback by Elliot Daniels’ words, Wednesday Watanabe didn’t show it. If nothing else, she had trained herself well.

“I’ve been meaning to introduce myself,” Wednesday said. She stood in the doorframe, too close for comfort, even though she hadn’t been invited in. She craned her neck to look him in the eye. “Elliot, right? I’ve heard so much about you.” She lets her words marinate, her voice deep and carrying a meaning that isn’t relevant. “I’m Wednesday. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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bellaxbaby:

Isabella enters the restroom, and upon seeing Wednesday, instinctively turns on her heel before the other even can speak, and walks right back out the door that is still open from when she entered.  Not wanting to hear Wednesday’s potentially haunting voice, she switches her hearing aids off and plans on relying on her ability to read lips instead.  Drawing in and letting out a deep breath, she enters a second time and speaks a response to what Wednesday’s lips had said.  

“You um- you need a whole restroom to yourself?  No disrespect, but how much of a b-bother would it be for me to be here? I won’t be but a c-couple of minutes..”

Wednesday raises her eyebrows. She is perplexed. She is intrigued.

She doesn’t know Bella very well, and never saw a reason to befriend the younger girl. Wednesday Watanabe had much more important things to do than make nice with the fifteen year olds -- unless, that is, they had something to offer her.

Wednesday didn’t try and hide her interest; she scanned Bella like a photo copier, her eyes lingering on the most inconspicuous of places; a white sock peeking out from under a shoe; a stray flyaway hair across her nose; the curve of her knuckles, or their sharpness. “Make it quick,” she said after a long moment of observation.

[wcdncsday]

ww: I missed a call from this number?

ww: (You know, we're really not supposed to have our phones during the school day)

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GUESS WHO’S BACK BACK BACK

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imogenrosefitzgerald:

Imogen just rolled her eyes leaning around Wednesday to peer into the mirror. “I’m just checking my makeup quickly” she said before pausing to touch up her lipstick. When she’d finished she glanced sideways at Wednesday, looking her up and down suspiciously.

“What are you doing in here? The party’s in A12. I swear you’re so weird sometimes.” The words might have been affectionate out of someone else’s mouth but the disdain in Imogen’s voice is clear.

“Don’t bother,” Wednesday said. She rolled her eyes and pushed herself up, hopping off her perch on the sink. “That’s the best it’s going to get.” Wednesday was feeling harsher than usual, but no more vindictive. “Might as well go back.”

“Just waiting,” Wednesday said honestly.

[wcdncsday]

“i hope you weren’t looking for the bathroom –”

wednesday, barely recognizable in the bathroom’s odd, luminescent green lighting, sits on the edge of the sink, almost like she’s been waiting for the door to swing open. she looks older than her few years – there’s no telling if it’s the skyscraper heels, the villainous, dramatic cat eye, or the challenging look in her eye staring her new companion down.

“it seems there’s only the one in this part of the wing, and it’s currently – ahem – occupied.”

[prequelwrites]

wednesday self proclaimed fashion queen even though she steals half her clothes from her sister and also uses magic to make her boobs look bigger watanabe pt.2

[prequelwrites]

wednesday self proclaimed fashion queen even though she steals half her clothes from her sister and also uses magic to make her boobs look bigger watanabe pt.1

[willow-mendez-blog]

“Wednesday.” Willow mimicked. “Yeah, well, can’t act like a jolly smurf twenty-four-seven.” Willow grumbled, not even bothering to direct her voice to the other girl in the room. Maybe she was being a bit too defensive for no reason. She was simply here to get her notebook and leave, nothing too dangerous. Then again, everything seemed to be dangerous nowadays.

She had no plans to lounge around all day, although ditching did seem tempting. Then, Wednesday pulled her in with that last catch. Curse her curiosity. “Who do you already have snaked around your pinky finger? It’s been like, what, a few days?” In all honesty, Willow was looking out for herself when she asked. The girl wanted to know if she knew any of these boys.

[wcdncsday]

Wednesday put her hands up in a mock-surrender. “All right, all right,” she said resignedly, “I guess today is not the day for sisterly bonding, huh. Just trying to be friendly.” She doubted Willow would buy it, but it was always good to have plausible deniability.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Wednesday joked. Her mischievous grin betrayed her true emotions, and she let it show proudly. “My pinky finger is unfortunately empty.” Curious, Wednesday rose and crossed the room to sit on Willow’s bed without asking permission. “Why? Do you have your eye on anyone? Need your big s i s t e r to be your wingman?”

Wednesday stifled her chuckle at the offer, but waited with baited breath for Willow’s response anyway.

[xandersterling-blog]

“Of course I don’t I’m not a fucking psychopath. There was little kids in there. Twelve year olds. I hauled a lot of them out of that fire. I have the literal scars to prove that. I mean yeah I’m a fucking piece of shit but I’d never pull something like that.” He didn’t even bat an eyelid to her taunting him. It was true. He’d never do something like that. His moral compass was skewed but it worked well enough to tell him that endangering lives that weren’t your own wasn’t cool.

“Guinea pig? Why does it sound like you’re going to turn me in to stuff with your witchy powers or something.” Xander didn’t have time for that. He had shenanigans to do. Make up for the time he lost while he was all bandaged up from his burns. “Twelve to thirteen. Depending on the shoe.”

[wcdncsday]

“You seemed to be a little more revved up about this, uh, fire than your classmates,” Wednesday observed with a considerate frown. “Saved the twelve year olds, though? That makes you a hero, I’d say. And, uh, between you and me --

                                You don’t really give off the ‘hero’ vibe.”

Wednesday stood back, letting her eyes comb over the blonde. As per usual, she didn’t try to hide her intrigue. “I’m pleasantly surprised,” she muttered to herself, considering him.