{heartbreak warfare --

Losers, dweebs, weirdos, freaks, peasants of the internet world -- Kitty Wilde is now gracing your servers with a justified vengeance for our Lord savior. Just because I'm now apart of this social network, it doesn't mean we're all going to be friends and skip off over the rainbow together. No. This is just another means for me to get the word out that the rapture is coming. Laugh it up, you non-believing idiots out there, but your ignorance is going to get you left behind. An introduction is hardly necessary, seeing as I'm at the top of this school. But if you're a creep outside of McKinley, stalking me on here and probably out in the real world too, these are the only three things you need to know about me: my name, my status, and what I can/will do to you if you get in my way. Anything else your Pinocchio nose wants to get into? Ask me. I'd say don't be afraid but I don't really care and, quite frankly, you should be. PS; there's always room in the Left Behind Club. Join or else Jesus will hate you.

[callmeartieabrams]

 fuck.

[wildesoc-blog]

I never knew somebody could be so vague, yet so explicit all at once. ..Are you okay?

[wildesoc-blog]

text message ✉ kyder

Ryder: I don't wanna tell you like over a text, it's just like...you really don't wanna know Kitty.

Ryder: Yeah.

Ryder: It's not your fault. I'm fine, I just hurt from the waist up. I was but I'm not anymore, I hate hospitals, they freak me out. I left after they bandaged me up and everything.

Kitty: Oh... Okay. It's really bad, isn't it?

Kitty: I should have stayed. I shouldn't have left with my parents. This wouldn't have happened if I had stayed because I would have forced you to stay with me.

Kitty: You /left/? Ryder, if your injuries are as bad as they look and as you say they are, you should be staying at the hospital..

Kitty: You better at least be resting, then.

[wildesoc-blog]

text message ✉ kyder

Ryder: You don't wanna know.

Ryder: I don't know who did it, although it was Mr Fabray who broke my nose and knocked me out then some middle aged dude did the rest.

Kitty: Yes, I do, or I wouldn't have asked.

Kitty: Quinn Fabray's father?

Kitty: I'm so sorry, Ryder. How are you doing? Are you at the hospital?

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text message ✉ quitty

Quinn: Let me clarify something, /just/ because I had pink hair doesn't mean I would be caught dead, hurt, or broken in a whore house, riot or not.

Quinn: Physically I am fine, other then that...I found my best friend and the boy I was falling for dead; so you do the math.

Quinn: How are you?

Kitty: Alright, fine. I was just checking.

Kitty: Oh.. I'm sorry to hear that. But I'm glad you're at least alive.

Kitty: I'm okay. Daddy basically ended up having a nervous breakdown, so he took us out of town to our vacation home. We just got back in and.. I don't know what I was expecting to come back to, but it wasn't this. Lima's looks are really living up to it's trashy reputation now.

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text message ✉ kyder

Kitty: What the hell happened to you?!

Kitty: And who did that to you. I need names so I can find addresses ASAP.

[dailytobin]

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text message ✉ quitty

Kitty: I'm hoping this is still your number because I really don't want to speak to some random or have anyone else read what I'm about to say.

Kitty: So not that I should really care, but with recent.. information brought to light and the whole tragic mess that followed after, I just need to know a couple of things.

Kitty: Are you bleeding out in a trashy whorehouse somewhere or are you okay? And if you /are/ physically okay, how are you doing otherwise?

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{ PRIVATE.

[greaserryderlynn-blog]

Yeah, I would rather avoid a gunshot wound. Yeah but I always thought people were talking about cupcakes. Your not gonna pull some ninja/judo skills out on me are you, Wilde?

[wildesoc-blog]

Cupcakes? Of course, being a hormonal teenaged-boy, you would think of food. That all depends, Lynn -- are you gonna make me have to pull out my five point palm exploding heart technique? Because I was kind of starting to warm up to you a little bit, so that'd be a shame.

[greaserryderlynn-blog]

That’s true, hospitals freak me out. Yeah, I get that. I’ll make sure to stay clear of your door. I’m sure you can handle yourself but your really small and everything.

[wildesoc-blog]

Good. We don't need any accidental catastrophes happening. There's enough of those happening as is, with all the crazy hooligans running around. Haven't you ever heard that overused but accurate saying, "good things come in small packages"? Small but mighty, Ryder.

[greaserryderlynn-blog]

Thanks for the heads up.That’s… Yeah never going near your dad. Yeah but still, something could happen to you and I need my awesome tutor alive. 

[wildesoc-blog]

I'd rather not have our next tutor session in the hospital. Those places are always full of old people, and they smell. But, yeah.. anytime. That's actually a pretty smart idea. He's just, you know, a little on edge right now. Well, as much as I appreciate your concern, I'm not totally defenceless. This Kitty's got claws.

[greaserryderlynn-blog]

I’m fine, Soc’s aren’t that much use unless there’s a group of them and only me. I’m gonna head up to Soc land later, is it alright if I drop by? I just wanna like make sure no Greasers get all crazy on you. I won’t. Thanks, you too.

[wildesoc-blog]

Exactly, which I'm sure is what a majority of our "upstanding" Soc fellas will be doing -- running in groups -- so watch yourself. If you're going to be in the area anyway, then sure. Just text me and I'll meet you outside, since I'm sure if Daddy saw you walk in, he might jump to the conclusion that you're a terrorist and try to blow your head off. I'm not the one risking my life out there, but thank you.

[greaserryderlynn-blog]

I’m gonna be in a lot of trouble by the end of the weekend anyway so I wouldn’t worry about it. Nah, I was just wondering. I don’t want you like going out, riot and all. Plus I’ve been out all night. I’ll call you when everything’s died down?

[wildesoc-blog]

Oh, right. How could I forget all the barbaric mayhem raging on outside. Don't worry, I have no interest in stepping out into Lima's very own Purge so, yeah, if you're still all in one piece by the end of it, call me. I don't know why I'm even saying this, but try not to do anything too stupid. Just.. be careful or whatever.

[quinntessiontalprincess-blog]

You should take that perspective and apply it when you are speaking to others. My life is my business, so keep your ‘honest’ answers and irrelevant opinions out of it. I’m sure you would like the same respect when you eventually have a mishap in your life.  

[wildesoc-blog]

Is that what you're calling it now? A "mishap"? Hm. Even so, there's no need to fret over my life choices because I would never be caught dead looking like a 1990s P!nk edition of Freaky Friday, and ditching everyone I could tolerate enough to care about.

[classygreaser-deactivated201510]

Grungy dapper is a great description. That would be me, Cooper Anderson.

[wildesoc-blog]

Thank you, I thought it suited you to a T. Well, Cooper Anderson, it's nice to finally be able to put the man to the name.

[quinntessiontalprincess-blog]

Watch your mouth and stay in your lane little girl. Pink hair is neither here or there, but even in my questionable choices then I still had more power then you’ll ever have; choose your words wisely next time you speak about me.

[wildesoc-blog]

..Right. What you decide to do with your life is your business. But I was asked a simple question, so I gave an honest answer.

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classygreaser:

What’s your name?

Kitty Wilde. And purely based on your grungy-dapper appearance, you must be Baby Anderson's big bro.

[bryannolan-deactivated20200214]

You make such a grand entrance, don’t you?

[wildesoc-blog]

As opposed to a stale one? Always, Kurt.