𝘊𝘖𝘓𝘓𝘌𝘌𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 ————————— 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 & 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘈𝘜 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙩 & 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨

me acting innocent when the FBI come rocking up.

she can be found stumbling along the night street, left hand to a bruised face, mumbling to herself but also crying.

sandy: ‘You barrel into me like a runaway shopping cart.’ @MotherJareau @poeticrjver.

sticking her middle finger up at the [ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ] whilst their back is turned.

she’s running from the scene of a crime nearby, however she’s too busy focusing on behind her and finds herself crashing right into @MotherJareau, tripping back & landing on the ground. “ah, fuckin’ hell.”

https://t.co/VKXw8BXW7j

was it really that high pitched? wow, that’s pretty cool.

did it at least wake you up a little?

“must be glad, hm? now you have everyone, who tipped you, hey? you know, we’ll find out. got to be someone who knows all our names — so someone close, there’s our first hint.”

she yelled out a rather irritated “FUCK SAKE.” before her knuckled collided with the wall with a force so brutal, it sent violent pain all the way up her arm. she then turned around, cowered into the wall, trying to catch her breath back. +

however, she was running again in seconds. upon hearing her name, she ignored the blonde, though her steps became a little hesitant, as if debating to stop or not. then there it was. a wall. a dead end. she stopped just moments before meeting with the wall. +

colleen could feel her chest tighten as the smoke filled her lungs, violently coughing. despite the smoke also burning at her eyes, disorientating her vision somewhat — she kept herself steady and ran until she got outside. she stopped just momentarily, l to catch her breath. +

i live with my grandmother, i don’t need you to involve yourself in my family and make things worse. i only said it so you’d back off.

ohhhh—— you’re one of them guys? shit. fuck sake. look, i just have personal family things going on. i’m still in at least two days a week, so that’s something, right? my mum’s in prison, my dad…well he’s never around. +

woah, woah, WOAH. what proof do you have i’m lying? you literally have like ZERO proof?

( now there’s the perfect alibi, she can just go along with that. it’s hardly as if he knows her that well. ) yes— yes, that’s correct. um— i wasn’t coping well in mainstream school, so they decided to homeschool me. that’s a fair point. so long as it’s not me, it’s funny.

uh, nO? you’re not my father so i don’t really think you have a say in that. but aren’t insults bad? i mean, not that it stops me using them— nothing ever will.

ahem.

maybe i have stuff going on which means i can’t always be there. besides, i learned half the insults i know FROM school.

… i got better stuff to do than that. i could say much meaner insults, but that would be cruel of me.