⌠â AND WHO GOES THERE? oh, itâs just [ ARYA STARK ]. some say [ HER ] resemblance to [ MADISON BAILEY ] is almost uncanny, but the [ TWENTY-THREE ] year old has been in the capital for [ TWO YEARS ]. many suspect that they are the notorious [ CORPORAL ] of the [ STARK ] family: perhaps that has made them [ DISCOURTEOUS ] && [ IMPUDENT ] of late, when they used to be so [ BRAZEN ] && [ ASTUTE ]. during the daylight hours, [ ARYA ] can be found working as a [ UNI STUDENT ], but when night falls over kingâs landing, they are best remembered listening to [ RUN BOY RUN BY WOODKID ]. may the gods be with them in these dark streets. ( attina. 24. cst. she/her. )
hey there demons, itâs me. ya boi ! iâm attina and iâm here to create chaos. please slap a like on this if you want to plot and iâll come at you. there are a bunch of wanted connections listed at the end so if any of them seem to scream at you, please feel free to yell at me ! my discord is ty lee#5523 so feel free to use that for plotting if you wish ! full disclosure, i donât remember shite about game of thrones and never finished the season finale nor read the books but iâm here to vibe anyways !
& . Â â§ Â âş Â I. THE BASICS !
full name âş arya stark.
nickname(s) âş arry, no-name, dead girl, horseface, wolf girl.
age âş twenty-three ( 23 ).
d.o.b. âş december 12, 1997.
gender ⺠cis-female.
pronouns âş she/her.
allegiance âş the starks.
occupation ⺠university student ( undetermined degree ).Â
current location âş kingâs landing.
& . Â â§ Â âş Â II. THE BIOGRAPHY !
your mother was once so excited when a little girl joined the family once more. thrilled to have another to dress in all pink, teach the ways of a lady, and become one more little her. too bad the child would have other plans. you were never meant to be the prim and proper lady that your mother expected. not when running around wolves was far more exciting. you didnât have time for the lessons your mother tried to bestrode onto you, disinterested in spending hours with some yarn. you rather use the needle for something that your mother strongly disapproves of. thatâs what really gets you going; doing things your mother states to be vile.Â
the years growing up werenât without bruises and stains. you have scars filled with stories that you tell with a wide grin on your face. proof that you are the one still standing and whatever --- or whoever --- gave them to you succumbed to your victory. you have spent plenty of time in the principals office for fights that you never started but certainly ended. you donât mind the bruised knuckles the battles gave you. it was completely worth the look on their faces when you took them down.
when you were a teenager, rebellion was in your blood. you did what it took to defy the law. breaking and entering abandoned buildings were a good after school activity for you, running from the police was just a nice jog in the middle of the night. you kept a kill list for everyone that has done you wrong --- most of the names on there were for petty reasons but not billy. you still fucking hate billy. you still have that kill list, though more prominent names are on there now. ones that have harmed your family in one way or another. thatâs one thing you donât fuck around with and thatâs family.Â
it doesnât matter how much you felt like an outsider with your siblings; they are still your blood. your loyalty lies with your family and if anyone messes with them, they are immediately pissing you off. the only one allowed to mess with your siblings, including sansa, is you and youâre not afraid to make that known. you will fight tooth and nail for any member of your family, including those loyal to your family. that is, until you prove to be a traitor. thatâs one way to get their name written on your list.
despite the loyalty you have for the starks, it didnât stop you from disappearing two years ago. you told a few people but really, you just had a desire to see a part of the world. just for a year. call it a break from university if you will. studying abroad, if that helps your mother sleep at night. you came back as per agreement with your father and yet, you still wish to be gone. there was so much more that you havenât seen and the classes that youâre taking are just dull in comparison. is it too much to wish for a different path for yourself?
but thatâs something you never dare say. instead you keep your hit list close to your heart in case an opportunity presents itself and you continue doing what you want when you want it. that includes any duties youâre given. you do as you please, speak your mind to whomever, and post tiktoks for the hell of it.Â
& . Â â§ Â âş Â III. THE FACTS !
yeah thatâs right, arya stark is a tiktoker. honestly fight me? sheâs a gen xâer what do you expect? her tik toks are probably one way that her family realizes she was still alive during that year of traveling. is she a famous tiktoker or whatever you call them? hell yeah and you can quote me on that.
her weapon of choice is a small rapier nicknamed needle gifted to her by jon snow.
she has no idea what to study in uni and none of it really appeals to her? she finds it all boring. which is probably why sheâs often skipping classes, turning assignments in late, or plain not doing a thing in that class. definitely an argument she has with her mother every day is about uni.Â
arya joined the organisation as a corporal as a request from her father, utilizing her skills, and a big f-- u to her mother. because honestly isnât that what life is all about?Â
she has a siberian husky named nymeria ofc.
rebel for rebelâs sake; sheâs definitely spray painted buildings before. probably has been arrested as a minor. itâs fine though. everythinGâS FINE.
personality wise; arya is loud and proud. sheâs never one to stray from speaking her mind despite the turmoil it may cause. think the girl cares if she hurts your feelings?? probably not but maybe a little and only if you actually cared about what she thought. listen, itâs complicated and so is she. she doesnât believe in happy ever afters but looks more realistically, and potentially more emotionally as she doesnât mind keeping a grudge and doing things that would end a grudge in a not forgiving way (murdah is fun)! she thrives on making her ancestors ( mother & sister ) disappointed in her but also it hurts when they are? its fine, sheâll worry about those complicated emotions later.Â
& . Â â§ Â âş Â IV. THE CONNECTIONS !
what the fuck is up kyle âş negative; their paths have crossed once or twice before and each meeting has never been a pleasant one. arya doesnât try to hide their displeasure when face to face whether itâs public or private. there is a solid chance that they are on her hit list for a petty reason.Â
iâm in my mumâs car. broom broom ⺠positive; listen, arya isnât heartless idk what made you think that. she has a heart, she just doesnât know how to express emotions and rather vanish for a year than face people again. but listen, this character is someone who has seemed to break through her shell. whether or not thatâs a good thing is up for debate.
wtf, is this allowed? is this allowed? ⺠romantic; romance isnât something that arya daydreams about but man, she fell and she fell hard. they were just meant to be a nice distraction but here she is, acting like something that sheâs not. first loves are a scary thing and she would much rather just pretend that they are just for fun.
iâm a bad bitch, you canât kill me âş negative; political parties arenât something that arya cares too much about, but she does give a damn if someone hates her family for whatever reason that is. it doesnât matter that they are on opposite sides, what matters is your momâs a ho. but in all seriousness, prepare for some stink eye and arya badmouthing them.
zach stop! youâre gonna get in trouble âş positive; listen. even arya needs someone that she might be a good influence towards. the one person who is like hmmmm, maybe not a good idea right now. however, they are still creating havoc together for the vine ( rip vine ) tiktok.Â
stahp! i coulda dropped my croissant âş romantic; distractions and fun times and maybe doing things that youâre mother doesnât approve of, thatâs the arya way! and this one really is just a booty call. it doesnât matter what side they may support, thatâs not what they are talking about, if they are even speaking, when theyâre meeting up.
jon licks their lips, a little nervous.  â you say that like she doesnât have eyes on the back of her head, â they point out, eyebrow twitching. jon rather liked catelyn but understood where ayra was coming from â theyâd heard it many times before. jon didnât press further, only comments on what she says.  â i wouldnât say hand full i would more say distracted by. âÂ
they only raise a shoulder and drop it, wanting to move on from the topic. arya will always be their baby, better not sully that image.  â cool. see you on the other side, squirt. â jon gives her hair another ruffle before schmoozing over to the bar. they wait until the bartenders are occupied with an order before reaching over the counter and grabbing two bottles of whiskey. then, seeing their chance with a group of older gentlemen crowding the bar, jon makes their escape, heading to one of the back rooms to wait for arya.Â
" i say it with confidence that weâre not going to get caught, â nevermind the many times that they have gotten caught. this is going to be the one where they get away scot free. mark her words. â if we donât get caught, you owe me five bucks and if we do, iâll give you twenty. thatâs how sure i am with us getting away with this. â by the end of this night, arya is going to be out twenty bucks. how sad.
her nose wrinkled in response to being called squirt --- sheâs not even that short. but there wasnât a time to respond before they moved towards the bar. he wins this round. arya quickly moves to find a way to get their phones back --- only to wind up in the back rooms completely empty handed and an annoyed look on her face. â so, things didnât go as planned and i may have gotten caught. but itâs fine because i escaped. please tell me you got some good shit. â
âJust be careful. Just because someone doesnât rat on you immediately doesnât mean they never will. Trust me.â Thatâs what had happened to her, how herâs and many otherâs lives had been blown up. Someone had a tape, they played it close to the chest until just the right moment, then used it when they had least expected it. While she was sure Arya must have known things like this, having grown up in the life, almost more than Lyanna had, she still felt protective, and as if she had to teach her these lessons, sometimes forgetting that she was older than Lyanna had been when everything had started. Â
While Lyanna had been the one to ask Arya of her plans, Lyanna couldnât help but wonder what was the girlâs need to cause chaos for chaosâs sake. She might not have been the youngest Stark, but still Lyanna wondered if it was a case of Youngest Child syndrome. She had a touch of it in her younger years as well, but not nearly as severe. âSounds like they would have been better off just leaving you with your stuff.âBut just remember anything you ruin in a brawl is the Lannisterâs. And you donât want to owe a Lannister a debt.â She nearly shivered at the thought. â- Perhaps Lyannaâs incessant questioning of her niece had been in an attempt to avoid discussing her own life, one person in particular especially, as she knew of her familyâs disdain for him. âArya,â her voice had that warning tone that only parents and teachers had mastered.  âRhaegar is apart of this family whether you like him or not. While I do want to remind you that he and I both committed the same sin, and to avoid being a hypocrite you should hate us both equally. But I doubt that will happen, soâŚI canât make you like him, but you do need to respect him and be civil.â They had not laid low for 20 years only to come back and rehash old feelings and dramas, especially with people that had nothing to do with it originally, and despite being officially âbackâ for only hours, Lyanna was already growing tired of doing just that. She got enough from anyone else, she didnât need for her family to do the same.
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with those words, she glanced down at her hands. picking at the already chipped polish on her fingers. annoyance --- or is this anger, the two seem to go hand in hand with her --- rises at the idea of someone betraying her family. of hurting her aunt like that. â well, i would like someone to cross me and see how that goes for them. â over confidence as usual. the list sheâs kept since she was just a kid, with more names on it than ones crossed off. arya is perfectly capable of doing something but it was the matter of when.
growing up, she seemed to be stuck in the middle. always feeling as if people --- not completely her parents but those outside of her family as well --- comparing her to sansa. that always seemed to irritate her, rile her up, get under her skin. which is probably why sheâs devoted a life into chaos. to become what people wonât expect her to be if they just met one of the starks. â ew. donât worry. iâm not going to be breaking any stuff. â do peopleâs noses and fingers count as stuff? probably not. but then --- oh then. that voice. a voice sheâs heard countless times from teachers, to parents, and sometimes even strangers who expect that sheâs just going to listen to them. â i donât not like him. i donât even know him. â technically, neither statement was a lie. and if itâs not technically a lie, that makes it the truth right? â can i be civil and still make fun of his name? because i honestly donât think i can stop. i just have so many good shit i can use with rhaegar. â being civil sounds like the worst idea --- but if her aunt is asking her to do so, then thatâs what sheâll do... for the most part.Â
âMm. You and what lawyer? I think I could beat anyone you could hire for such a silly suit. After all, no judge would convict slander for calling you a kid once they see your skinny ass.â He grinned into her shoulder and then pulled back. He winced visibly at the thump. It didnât hurt that much, but his head was generally sore. âOw. Careful, my brain is delicate right now.â
He changed and came back out quickly, feeling much more human now that he was in his own clothes. He still looked a mess, but at least he was better than he was. âThatâs a relief. Not sure the hospital could handle the strain of multiple Starks needing treatment.â He sat back down on the bed. He opened his mouth to push for more information, but the next knock on the door actually was a nurse. She had discharge papers, but first, she had to look him over once more and test his memory. His memory was fine. He winced as she took the bandage off his head. He was no longer bleeding, so he didnât need the bandage, but the release of pressure was an uncomfortable feeling. He was given a prescription for antibiotics and a high-dose acetaminophen, and dismissed.
He put his arm around Arya as they walked out. âItâs good youâre not hurt, but how are you doing, Arya? It wasâŚa lot, based on what Iâve heard.â
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" uh, i can find a lawyer. iâm a charming young lady. anyone would be happy to do lawyer things for me. â what do lawyers even do other than say âyour honorâ and âi objectâ? from what she knows with robb, she finds it all to be incredibly boring. arya winched at his reaction to the thump --- never meaning to cause harm to her older brother. â sorry sorry! does it still hurt a lot? got the good meds for it? â
arya was ready for a remark --- mostly to say something about how bran probably wouldnât be able to last two seconds in the hospital without driving everyone crazy. yaâknow, typical older sibling stuff to make fun of their younger sibling who isnât even around to defend themselves. but the nurse interrupted and well, arya just went back down to her phone. tuning out the legal jargon and just waiting for them to be finally released from hell. thankfully, it didnât seem to take a dramatic amount of time.
she led them out where she parked, ready to hop on out of here. â i mean, physically? totally fine. those suckers were no match with me --- and lorra of course. and maybe theon. but like maybe. â nevermind the fact that the other saved their fatherâs life --- something she still has to thank him for, and something she dreads doing because that means being nice to theon. â iâm just glad we made it out alive. â unlike their aunt and baelish.
Perhaps she should have been doing something more in the wake of her sisterâs death, especially when family meant so much to her, but she had made a chose all those years ago. Sheâd chosen Stark and ever since Robb came into her life sheâd been choosing her children every time. It didnât dull her anger though but she was doing her best to distract herself from doing anything too reckless against the Lannisters or Greyjoys. Instead, unable to sleep sheâd found herself studying new plans and deciding what she could allow or block to benefit her family most. The sound of footsteps made her look up - sheâd always swear that motherhood had made her hearing even more in tune to any noise - hardly surprised that it was her youngest daughter she saw. âArya.âÂ
Keen eyes flicker over the younger woman searching for some short of clue or answer as to where she was stealing off to in the middle of the night. âItâs late to be going somewhere.â Despite there being no question in her words, there was no denying the silent demand for an explanation from her daughter. Even though she knew fine well that Arya could take care of herself ( something that she had been keen to make sure of for all her children ) it would never quiet the worry and concern that had woven its way into her very being. It was something she had long learnt to adjust to - that being a mother meant being in a state of almost constant anxiety over her childrenâs wellbeing. Perhaps she was overbearing but she had no plans in adjusting that any time soon.
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donât be suspicious. donât be suspicious. donât be suspicious. the ridiculous, and yet classic, melody played through her head as she did her best to move throughout the house without making a sound. there have been times when arya has fallen out of a window --- perhaps breaking a bone or two --- simply because she didnât want to get caught sneaking out. this time, she could have sworn that her mother was out for the night and that would be a perfect time to get out of the house. maybe sheâll go burn the letter. speaking of which, who the fuck writes letters anymore? just send a text. since receiving it, sheâs been carrying it around in her bag, letting it weigh down whatever morals she has.
and of course, nothing is easy and sheâs caught. really, she was so close to the door and now, she spins around, a fake smile on her face. â i was just getting a drink of water, is that a crime now? â an immediate lie for defense. someone give this girl a reward as sheâs ready to chuck herself out a window. she turned towards the kitchen, clearly forgetting that she was carrying her shoes and had a backpack strapped on. curiosity peaked her interest as she called out to her mother, if she asked a question perhaps sheâll get out of this mess, right? â why are you up? â
âIf you think Iâm actually believing you when Iâve seen you take way worse hits in training without blinking, then youâre just stupid.â She said with a roll of her eyes, trying to act as if she wasnât amused by her antics. She was, but to let her know that would only encourage her. And Arya encouraged herself enough as is, it seemed.  ââOh god, please just donât tell your mom Iâm the one who suggested it.â Dacey didnât fear much, but Catelyn Stark when she was pissed off? Thanks, but no thanks.
â hey. iâm a lot of things and stupid is one of them --- but that still hurts. â did arya actually believe she was stupid? sometimes. an insecurity that she would rather joke about than deal with. something about poking at her own bruises but none of that really mattered. â oh dace. no promises. i canât help but try to deflect her anger towards someone else! even though, that like, never works. â how many times has she tried to throw one of her siblings under the bus only for it to blow up in her face? too many.
Robb just watched her, an amused smirk on his face and relief filling his chest. He was going home. âReally? Thatâs odd, the last nurse told me just the opposite, that theyâd called my family and they were sending someone to take me home. I was expecting my punk kid sister to show up any time now.â Dopping the act, he caught her by the wrist when she was close enough and pulled her into a hug. It wasnât as firm as his normal hugs, but it was warm and he pressed his cheek to the side of her head. âNever thought Iâd say this about you, Arya, but youâre a sight for sore eyes. Literally, in this case.â
He pulled back and grinned, only highlighting the two black eyes his broken nose had given him. There was a splint taped in place to keep his nose straight, and a bandage wrapped around his head. Otherwise, he looked fine. He sounded fine. âI assume they had you bring me some clothes? Everything I had on last night isâŚunsalvagable.â Covered in blood he wasnât sure was his was more accurate, but not something he was going to say. He accepted the clothes from her and disappeared into the bathroom briefly to change. âEveryone alright? They couldnât tell me anything other than that nobody else in my family was taken to the hospital.â
arya tossed the chart onto the bed near robbâs feet. all of it was boring anyways. â maybe we should sue the hospital for telling such baseless lies? also, rude. iâm suing you for calling me a kid when iâm, in fact, twenty-three. thank you very much. â funny how she can easily flip that card around in a blink of an eye. getting out of something? sheâs a child, canât do it. but when someone else calls her a kid? too far. a light smile tugged on her lips when robb pulled her in for a hug. â please, we all know iâm a delight to see always. âÂ
the moment he pulled away, arya moved to flick him on his forehead. what can she say? itâs the ultimate sibling move. sure, he might be injured but that doesnât mean sheâs not going to add to the injuries --- even if a flick doesnât do much. â are you telling me you donât want to walk out of here in a hospital gown? â as she said that, arya tossed the small bag she brought of some clothes and sat on the bed as he went to get change, pulling out her phone. her gaze moved to the door of the hospital room --- wondering how neutral the hospital actually is. â yeah. yup. everyone is fine. surprisingly, you were the only one knocked out. â does he know about lyra and baelish? she thought he did but if not --- telling him in the car would be better.
â° Â â Â â Â â Â BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS
â Â strap in âcause this one is rough. Â â
â Â itâsâ itâs yucky. Â â
â Â iâm aware of some details of this and itâsâ itâs yucky. Â â
â Â iâm not a gambling man, but i donât really like those odds. Â â
â Â we could conceivably run into this guy taking a dump in the woods or something. Â â
â Â are you fucking out of your mind? Â â
â Â iâm starting to think you want to die. Â â
â Â you turned a corner on that one pretty quick. Â â
â Â oh my god, itâs fucking horrifying. Â â
â Â thereâs an elk, though. thereâs a deer over there. Â â
â Â hereâs the remains and rubble of one of the greatest unsolved mysteries of all time and youâre looking at the fucking deer in the forrest. Â â
â Â maybe they were in there telling ghost stories. Â â
â Â thatâs not what pillow talk is, i donât think. Â â
â Â pillow talk could either mean something you do after sex or it could mean whatâs like sleepover talk. Â â
â Â do you tell ghost stories after sex? Â â
â Â all very effective forâ for murder. Â â
â Â they stabbed him so hard that the knife bent. Â â
â Â you would think that thereâd be at least one witness. Â â
â Â you see someone running through the forrest covered in blood, youâre probably not gonna bat an eye. Â â
â Â thatâs not how the forrest works. Â â
â Â excuse me, sir. why are you covered in blood? Â â
â Â iâm glad to know that you would be the worst crime scene witness of all time. Â â
â Â oh, you were phrasing it in a dramatic way. Â â
â  what is it about killersâ that they want to be caught so badly⌠or like they want to get as close to being caught without being caught?  â
â Â i canât put my mind into the mind of a criminal. Â â
â Â i can put my mind into the mind of a criminal. Â â
â Â some of them must be friends, others would like to plunge knives into each other. Â â
â Â i can imagine one friend of yours murdering you. Â â
â Â iâm pretty sure there was a coverup by the police department. Â â
â  70â˛s and 80â˛s police were always just like, âoh, you murdered someone? you got forty bucks?â  â
â  great! what else do you want?! i murdered people for you! and now⌠what?  â
â Â oh, so iâm the psycho cause i murdered for you!? Â â
â Â what, the police were just writing fan fiction? Â â
â Â this is just baffling to me. Â â
â Â i guess thatâs their job, but can you imagine how much goddamn paperwork is involved in that? so much! Â â
â Â iâm pretty sure weâre being watched, so i kind of wanna leave, to be honest. Â â
â Â iâve had enough of this place and i havenât even been here that long. i hate this place. Â â
â Â this boogeyman is very thorough. Â â
â Â i guess weâre lucky he got lazy. Â â
â Â the greatest safety precautions of our time are written in blood. Â â
â Â i think theyâre tired of this ongoing saga that never ends. Â â
â Â you know, i actually disagree with that last sentiment. Â â
â Â this is like straight-up end of days shit going on. Â â
â Â this couldâve been the beginning of the zombie apocalypse, in my mind. Â â
â Â iâve daydreamed about having an amazing bunker that has satellite tv. Â â
â Â âbad advilâ sounds like a shitty indie band. Â â
â  the wild west was the 80â˛s.  â
â  in the 80â˛s you could walk in a store, pocket a soda, punch a guy in the face, and then be like âsee ya later. fuck you!â cops wouldnât get to your door for weeks.  â
â Â he had books that were just titled âhow to crimeâ? if he had a book called âhow to crimeâ then thereâs your guy. Â â
â  oh, yeah⌠nah, iâm good. eh, bit of a reach.  â
â Â some old lady in florida bought the unabomberâs typewriter? Â â
â Â maybe this guy was really in the dog house and was just desperate for any kind of turn of affection from her so he thought, âi know that iâll do! iâll write the fbi!â Â â
â Â no, i didnâtâ what, is there anything to suggest that i would chase my mom with an axe? Â â
â Â i think you wear a mask sometimes. Â â
â Â maybe you should keep digging and see what happens. Â â
â Â these are two messed up weirdos who have found each other and itâs almost a shockingly beautiful love story. Â â
â Â i donât get it. i just wanna talk about my work and everyone just keeps seeming to bring up all my past of all the shitty stuff iâve done. Â â
â Â ugh, this guyâs gross. Â â
â  it mustâve been fun to be a criminal in the 80â˛s.  â
â  everything before the 80â˛s â just lawless.  â
â Â get your sunglasses ready because this one is packed full of bright stars. Â â
â Â iâm good to go. iâm always ready, baby! Â â
â Â it came true so she was actually warranted in all these fears. Â â
â Â this would be like if you were eaten by a shark. Â â
â Â i thought for a second we were talking about things that are actually scary. Â â
â Â iâm gonna let this slide because i know youâre just trying to get a rise out of me. Â â
â Â does that man have a magical penis or something? Â â
â Â you think the only reason someone would go back to someone is because they have a magical penis? Â â
â Â i feel like divorce is probably a lot of work. Â â
â Â do you not know how love works? Â â
â Â maybe i donât know how love works. Â â
â Â i have a hard time imagining someone going gaga over christopher walken. Â â
â Â i bet when you get in a room with christopher walken, he commands the space. Â â
â Â i brought some cocktail weenies. Â â
â Â one of my greatest fears is that someone will trick me into doing heroin. Â â
â Â thatâs the dumbest fear iâve ever heard in my life. Â â
â Â how many situations can you be in that would put you up to that potential danger? Â â
â Â how many parties are you going to where heroinâs involved? it seems like a lot. Â â
â Â itâs the fear that someone would come up to me on the street and put heroin in me and then iâm hooked forever. Â â
â  hereâs what mustâve happened⌠these forty things, in succession.  â
â Â what are you trying to do, fuck my wife? Â â
â Â why would he make this up? Â â
â Â heâ he was just trying to fuck someones wife. Â â
â Â i canât imagine murdering someone even when drunk. Â â
â Â when you drink you can imagine murdering someone?! Â â
â  i ate a pumpkin once when i was drunk⌠i just took a bite out of a pumpkin.  â
â Â thatâs a rational fear! Â â
â Â that is not a rational fear! Â â
â Â these are the musings of a paranoid man. Â â
âIâm ignoring you.â Dacey replied, but cheated as she gave the younger woman a shove to the shoulder.  âStarting now.â But she still looked over at her with a small smirk. Dacey liked to spend time with Arya, it somehow made her miss her sisters less and more all at once. She was like a surrogate little sister in away. And with that thought she wondered if Arya and her sisters would get along. She had a feeling it could be chaos. In a good or a bad way she wasnât sure.  âWouldnât peg you for pink. I was thinking more of a bright seaweed green.â
" youâre ignoring this face? thatâs rude. â arya purposely fell to the side, as if the push did so much more damage than it actually did. she grabbed her shoulder --- the wrong one to fuck with dacey --- making a pained expression. â owwww, that hurt! how could you? â everything arya does is for chaos reasons and chaos reasons only. she certainly thinks that makes her fun to be around. â what can i say? i like to shake things up now and again. but seaweed green? honestly? might just have to go with that. forget pink. â
Where: North Wall Memorial Hospital
When: Post-wedding, mid-morning
Who: Open to all
Getting knocked out was not at all like the movies, Robb had quickly discovered. Being unconscious more than a few minutes meant that he was taken by ambulance to the hospital along with the other critically injured. He had only vague snatches of memories, but it was improving. He wasnât asking the nurses where he was every time he was woken anymore. He was able to focus on the TV mounted on the wall without his vision swimming. His external injuries werenât that bad, comparitively, just a cracked skill and a broken nose. He was being assured that with this kind of progress, he should be able to head home sometime today.
So, he just laid there and dealt with it. He had the news on to try to piece together what had happened between the blackout and waking up in the ambulance, but he wasnât having much success. His phone was dead, so that was right out. So for now, he just closed his eyes and rested. When he heard the door to the room open, he didnât even bother to open his eyes, just starting to recite the answers to the memory test he assumed a nurse was here to administer again. âRobb Stark, date of birth March 25th of 1991, Iâm at North Wall Memorial Hospital in Kingâs Landing, which is where I liveâŚâ He paused and opened his eyes. âWell. Youâre not my usual nurse.â
bored in the house, in the house bored. honestly, she was just glad she wasnât forced to spend the night at the hospital because that would have been way worse. but that didnât stop the utter boredom. when people were deciding on who was going to pick up robb, arya jumped at the chance. anything to get out of the house --- anything to annoy the living crap out of her older brother. honestly, sheâs basically his savior right now and sheâs going to make sure he knows it.
a smirk crossed her face once she realized that robb didnât have a clue who it was that just entered. rambling off with information as if she didnât already know --- okay, maybe she didnât fully know his birthday but like, she would have been awfully close. â mmm, robb stark you say? iâm nurse jimmy. â sure, sheâs very aware that he could see her at this point but hey, arya was here to fuck around. she snagged his chart from the end of the table, looking through it as if she knew what it said --- it was gibberish. â hmmm. looks like you are going to have to be stuck here for a few more days, mr. stark. such a shame. âÂ
Where: Outside North Wall Memorial Hospital
For: @wclfgurlâ
What quite honestly had felt like one of the longest nights of Rosalineâs life, seemed to finally be drawing to a close, and with every step she took outside the ER doors, she could breathe just a bit easier. And by the time she reached the employee parking lot, the dark clouds of a bad day seemed to be rolling away to make room for her normal, sunny disposition. Naturally, thatâs when she saw it: a discarded spray paint can underneath what seemed to be a fresh tag. Cue kill bill sirens. It took her a moment to realize the background noise she hadnât been paying much mind to as white noise was simply apart of hospital life, was not one she was accustomed to hearing. Turning a corner, her eyes widened as she stumbled on what she assumed was the culprit, still going at it with now a fresh can of spray paint.
âAlright, Picasso. You have five seconds to drop the can and run before I call hospital security.â Was she furious? Yes. But coming from where she did and growing up how she did, she knew in a city like Kingâs Landing spray painting was fairly innocuous, and she wasnât about to try and get a kid arrested for that when so many other things were going on.
somehow the idea of the hospital being oh so neutral seemed amusing to arya. she got it in her head somewhere down the line that if she, perhaps, tagged the building would be comical to her. she would love to see what people thought of that --- if it would cause others to declare war on something thatâs so simple as a fucking spray paint job. which is exactly why arya found a spot near the side of the building --- hopefully far enough away from the noise and people coming in and out. then again, getting caught is part of the fun.
her usual supplies laid in a black bag next to her, open. spray cans that she completely finished and used up, discarded around her. she barely just got started, nowhere close to finishing her work when a voice seemed to come out of nowhere. thank the gods that she was wearing some disposable mask to keep herself from breathing in the fumes. she tried to ignore the other, hastily finishing the job before she has to bolt. it wonât look good but itâll be complete. â give me like, five more minutes? nearly done over here. â ah yes, arguing with someone who threatened to call security. a smart move on her part.
she was covered in glitter ( not hers ) ; sheâd sold an obscene amount of tequila to a dude who spent twenty whole minutes mansplaining exactly why whisky was superior ; sheâd even watched a whole tully fight happen in the upstairs balcony ââ complete with smashed bottles theyâd already paid for. so it was on the right side of midnight, demons were catching up to the people fighting them with overpriced booze and too loud music, and lorra was just bored enough to want a little fun.Â
            beelining for one particular table in the far corner, her smile was somewhere between strawberry shortcake and absolute mayhem. â you, â she began with the cock of an eyebrow, setting a fresh bottle down, â look like you need a drink. â after the wedding, the city had been pretty dead. ( boo hoo, whatever. ) but people always found refuge in the club ; secrets in tow. â tell you what ââ tell me whatâs on your mind, and you get a drink on the house. â
                                         âââââ open starter ; the moon door club.
the wedding turned out to be absolute batshit bullshit. and strangely enough, arya called it. okay, not really. she wanted to start shit, not others starting that kind of shit. and what makes no fucking sense to her is the story of her aunt and baelish. people know they died, like, thatâs not really a secret. so what was the absolute point? fine. whatever. arya was done arguing her points and getting nowhere with that. itâs time for her to find some kind of distraction and what better way to do so than in the moon door club?
â me, â a smile immediately grew on her face when she heard her absolute favorite voice. it was not much of a surprise to see lorna around here, honestly sheâs just wondering why it took the other so long. â aww babe. i was just thinking how dope i look in these glasses. â honestly, the shit in her head was nothing. she would just like a drink to silence it all. â so about that drink.. â
jon chuckles, and ruffles her hair a little bit,  â of course we can. â they sneak a look over to the open bar and then back at aunt catelyn to make sure the older woman wasnât keeping an eye on them. hopefully they can slip in and away without a hitch. jon was usually more turned away from aryaâs antics, more often giving her something else to focus on like they were distracting a child with a shiny object than edging her on, but times were tough and they needed a distraction themselves.Â
â uh ⌠â jon took a step away from arya. they always tried to block that part of the family business out of their mind, not wanting anything to do with it least of all knowledge of it. her asking for tips reminds jon so coldly about what she does for the starks, what everyone in this room does for their own respective families, and how jon is out of place here despite their blood relation.  â iâm probably not the best person to ask, â jon resigns.  â the most i do is take boxing lessons from brienne, you know that. â
if it were anyone else, arya would have swatted their hand away, swore up and down that sheâll kick their ass. but this was jon and when they ruffle her hair, that was absolutely nothing. eyes follow their own gaze towards her mother and immediately she rolled them. â she wonât even notice. pretty sure she has her hand full with aunt lysa, â not to mention jonâs parents, but arya figured it would be best not to mention them right now.
her eyes look back at him as she shrugged. â ugh. you arenât. â she should just ask theon, but she strongly doubts that mr. detective would help her, even if he does work with the family now. â whatever, iâll figure something out later. letâs just get the drinks now. â Â
she chuckles again. itâs not like olenna sees herself in this girl, rather that olenna finds her apparent scrappiness endearing. now that she knows her name, sheâs a little more familiar, knowing the names of the stark children somewhere in the back of her mind. yes, olenna knew how catelyn and ned could be sometimes and being a child of a handful of siblings can get suffocating.  â iâm saying you should be observant is all. it doesnât necessarily need to make you a good thief â i would never encourage you do do such a thing, â olenna tells her with the corner of her mouth tilted up.Â
olenna hums,  â perhaps learn to negotiate then. she wants you in a dress but you feel more comfortable in something casual. fight her for what you want, but give her something in return. maybe a pantsuit or at the very least something with pockets. â she holds her glass up to cheers with arya.  â are you enjoying yourself ? happy that your aunt lysa is married again ? â
itâs always a question of who knows her based on her family name or not --- a solid reason why arya hardly ever introduces herself as arya stark. itâs usually just arya. letting that be all strangers know --- though, considering the fact that sheâs talking to olenna tyrell, sheâs certain the other would know her through her first name alone. itâs odd to think about how much she cares about her family and how much she seeks to distance herself from them at the same time. but sheâs here, an active member of her family. isnât that enough? â mmm. these are great tips. if i were ever to become a thief. not that i would. ever. nope. â did she do a good job at being convincing? arya thinks so.
a small smirk crossed her face as she pulled her dress away to show the shoes of her choosing. â i mean, does this count? i might --- not have negotiated this but like. what she doesnât know isnât going to hurt her. â though she would have rocked a pantsuit. a thought for next time. once her aunt was brought up, eyes moved around the room to see if she could spot the gushing bride --- if one could call her aunt that. â yeah. thrilled. beetlejuice or baelick or whatever his name is, is a stand up dude. love him. â who does she dislike more? rhaegar or baelish? itâs a close one.
âHalf my age?â Dacey asked, incredulous. She couldnât tell if Arya was joking or not, her features not betraying her true intentions.  âIâm only 7 years older than you, Arya. You could only wish to look this good at 30.â she finished as she batted away the napkin Arya sent her way.  âAnd Iâll have you know I take after my mother, who at 60 has not one grey hair.â Looks werenât something Dacey prioritized, so she wasnât sure why she felt so defensive. Oh how the tables turn.  âOkay but truthfully you definitely could. Plus having hair with no pigment makes it easier to dye it all sorts of other crazy colors.â She offered up, before snatching an appetizer off a passing tray and popping it in her mouth.
â yeah, i stand by what i said. â there was no hiding the satisfying grin on her face once she knew that she won this little round of whatever this was. â youâre thirty? wow. i would have never guessed. you actually look way older. this is a yikes. â arya is basically asking dacey to drop kick her at this point --- something sheâs certain the other could do, but would actively deny if asked. â okay but seriously, yes. can you imagine if i showed up at my house with like bright pink hair? i bet ya my mother wouldnât talk to me for at least a month. and that, sounds like a dream. â
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