l'autunno ; p,t,b,j, day 5
Jul 17, 2023 23:58:44 GMT -5
Post by tick 12a / calla on Jul 17, 2023 23:58:44 GMT -5
The thing about someone like Perry, is that temptation doesn't really work.
She is the temptation. She's the little on and off switch on someone's inhibition controls; the cut break line; the car heading down the cliff at a million miles an hour with no hope of ever stopping in time.
If you give her an inch, she'll take a mile. The recent loss of a foot doesn't make her any less of a bombshell - even covered in days old blood and mud and who knows what else. The thing is though, she knows it. That's the important little tick that turns the confidence into something cocky. Her stubbornness doubles over, determined always to get what she wants, because that's all she's ever known.
Pretty things happen to pretty people.
The foot thing was just an anomaly.
And so is this - Perry stumbling her way through the afternoon heat, angry and aching and most importantly alone. Except for the pixies that keep dive-bombing her after she oh-so-tactfully declined their previous invitations.
She swats at them now, shrieks out a "Get AWAY from me!" but it doesn't do much.
She'd woken up by herself that morning and only had a brief moment to turn absolutely molten at the thought of a betrayal before the stupid things were on her like flies; tangling into her hair and pulling, driving into her shoulders and pushing. She was able to bat a good handful of them away with her spear-turned-walking-stick until they regrouped and swarmed and ended up corralling her down a hidden path.
Myrtle, the little ravenous traitor, is still nowhere to be seen.
"This is so stupid." Perry complains loudly, trying to duck and weave the pixies as the path starts to widen, "No one told me that this was going to be so stupid. I hope you're listening up there! Your games are tired! Moronic!"
And then all at once, the pixies are gone.
Perry spins around, but it's true. She's free, with only a few scratch marks to prove it.
Unfortunately though, those little nuisances get replaced by her one big lug of a nuisance. Perry goes red hot at the reminder of a possible betrayal, her temper bubbling up and over when she sees Bellamy walk up without Larissa.
She knew things would get messy once feelings got involved, all right? That doesn't make it any easier.
"What the hell?" She hisses at him, snapping her teeth like something rabid. "Where did you two go? What if I had gotten ambushed? Where is she?"
And she's about to really stomp her feet (foot) and give him a real piece of her mind - really lay into him because with the morning she's had now, she's practically itching for fight, doesn't matter who it's with, doesn't matter if it ends up with blood on her hands or blood in her mouth again. You could cut her tension with a knife, pupils dilated, pulse loud. But just as she's about to let all hell break loose, just about to either kiss Bellamy out of relief or murder him out of spite, she spies the other two boys approaching.
Not a clue who that first one is. Which means he's not important. But the other one-
"You've got to be kidding me." She groans, grinding her jaw and gripping her spear as Jayson decides to grace them with his presence, fucking again, what are even the odds - "Okay, now I know you've been stalking us. We're in the middle of something right now."
She's getting real sick and tired of this shit. Is was supposed to be fun, alright? It wasn't supposed to be this messy. Fuck them for complicating it.
"You." She snaps, swivelling back to glare at Bellamy, still undecided on the make-out or murder thing, "I will deal with you in a minute."
She turns back to Jayson instead, ignoring their little wallflower of a fourth wheel.
Third times the charm, right? She tries not to look like someone who almost died from bloodloss last night.
"Where'd your little boyfriend go, huh?" Her irritation is a beautiful thing in this heat, amplifying the way she burns like a housefire, "You know I'm getting real tired of this cat and mouse shit.
"Truce is over." She snaps, "Mommy and Daddy are talking right now. Fuck off."
perry attacks jayson ; festerwood spear
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accuracy day 5
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