karma is a snitch. { ripley / tatum }
Jul 5, 2022 17:32:22 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽♂️kaitlin. on Jul 5, 2022 17:32:22 GMT -5
ripley. |
Ripley gets a suspension for dumping a milkshake over Cami's head, and she thinks it's worth it until she shows up to Exy practice just for Coach to tell her to get the fuck off the field. Suspended means no Exy, either, Sloane, they'd huffed at her. Load of good you should do us at the scrimmage now, under her breath, and Ripley felt like her skin was going to boil off her bones.
Ripley feeling devastated, she turns to rage for the warmth.
Exy stick grasped firm in her hands, she took her fury out on the team locker room when she went to collect her bag. She upended everyone's shit, the plastic head of her stick making awful, loud noises when she smacks it into the metal of the lockers. She's been practicing swinging it for months now, and has had years upon years of practice using bones for batting practice. In a match of Ripley versus the locker room, she was going to win every time.
It's a carnage of uniforms, jersey's strewn across the floor, the benches knocked on their sides, everything on a shelf knocked askew. She swings the baseball bat in her hands now and thinks about swinging her Exy stick into Coach's skull. Glass shatters into a thousand pieces, and she thinks about how badly she wants to send a brick sailing through the window to Principal Wingrave's office. Better yet, how badly she wants to send a brick sailing for Cami's plastic nose.
Empty bottle after empty bottle, Ripley scatters them to shards across the abandoned lot. She can hear Tatum coming from a mile away, chromatic boy, she can feel his energy like a heat wave. Once upon a time, they came here together, two kids way too young to be adventuring through a long abandoned car park. No one was ever very good at keeping them corralled. She knows that she should have gone home first; school probably called about the suspension, and where once upon a time she could hide behind the lack of communication between the housekeeper and her mother, there's no playing telephone anymore. Mom will know, and either she'll be angry, or she won't care, and both of those options will suck.
So when Tatum shows up, Ripley takes one of the empty beer bottles and throws it right at her brother, slightly to the left. It impacts against the broken concrete behind him.
"I'll peg you with one next time if you don't fuck off," she says, looking at him with hard eyes before turning away. She sets another bottle up on the tree stump, then takes aim with her bat. "I'll come home and make dinner later."
Sunset reflects off the shards, bright red.
Ripley feeling devastated, she turns to rage for the warmth.
Exy stick grasped firm in her hands, she took her fury out on the team locker room when she went to collect her bag. She upended everyone's shit, the plastic head of her stick making awful, loud noises when she smacks it into the metal of the lockers. She's been practicing swinging it for months now, and has had years upon years of practice using bones for batting practice. In a match of Ripley versus the locker room, she was going to win every time.
It's a carnage of uniforms, jersey's strewn across the floor, the benches knocked on their sides, everything on a shelf knocked askew. She swings the baseball bat in her hands now and thinks about swinging her Exy stick into Coach's skull. Glass shatters into a thousand pieces, and she thinks about how badly she wants to send a brick sailing through the window to Principal Wingrave's office. Better yet, how badly she wants to send a brick sailing for Cami's plastic nose.
Empty bottle after empty bottle, Ripley scatters them to shards across the abandoned lot. She can hear Tatum coming from a mile away, chromatic boy, she can feel his energy like a heat wave. Once upon a time, they came here together, two kids way too young to be adventuring through a long abandoned car park. No one was ever very good at keeping them corralled. She knows that she should have gone home first; school probably called about the suspension, and where once upon a time she could hide behind the lack of communication between the housekeeper and her mother, there's no playing telephone anymore. Mom will know, and either she'll be angry, or she won't care, and both of those options will suck.
So when Tatum shows up, Ripley takes one of the empty beer bottles and throws it right at her brother, slightly to the left. It impacts against the broken concrete behind him.
"I'll peg you with one next time if you don't fuck off," she says, looking at him with hard eyes before turning away. She sets another bottle up on the tree stump, then takes aim with her bat. "I'll come home and make dinner later."
Sunset reflects off the shards, bright red.
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