rise & rise again

Pacing along the wood floors of her apartment for probably the first time in her entire like, Willow was distraught with a foreign feeling named anxiety. The thick headed brunette wasn’t used to this, having someone tag along on her duties. She preferred to work alone, without something to constantly worry about behind her, so when her uncle announced the addition of a girl named Annie? Andi? to her pick up, the young Tinley was outraged, and she made that clear.  Even with Willowmeena’s persistent pleading, it was already settled in her Uncle’s mind— the thief was to tag along with or without Willow’s grace. She was well aware that her Uncle had found an new favorite to mold and make. This new found favoritism to scum off the streets thickened the air of arrogance that surrounded Willow daily; It caused the blood in her body to biol. “Talented,” the murderous scoffed, her fingernails digging into the thick leather of her jacket, “Gutsy..Fearless..” Willowmeena rolled her eyes while she continued the pacing along the range of Glass windows, her uncles descriptive adjectives causing an outrage in the woman’s witty brain. “Fucking useless piece of tras-” Willow’s muttering had been cut short as she heard a hard knock at her flat door, the annoyance already beginning to bubble up from the hellish pit in her stomach. She was here. Without hesitation, the thick soled boots of Willow began their stomp down the hall, towards the door. Reaching out for the knob, the short female gave it a turn and proceeded to yank open the heavy door and slip out. Her eyes were blank with annoyance, voice shrill and pissy. “You’re fucking late, you know that?” Willow scowled at the girl, the space being closed up between the two girls as Willowmeena stepped out of the threshold, the door being closed behind her. “I don’t like when people are late, being late gets you into shit, you understand?” She brushed past the newcomer with a hard shoulder check, her tone staying in the same irritated octave. “Now lets get a fucking move on before they drop the goods. You don’t wanta fuck up your first job, do ya?” A smirk flashed over Willow’s face as she bypassed Andi’s car for her own, her body slipping into the drivers seat after yanking open the door.  

Andi took a single step back from the door, green eyes shifting from there to instead inspect the area immediately around the house, the action done less out of paranoia and more out of simple interest for the other's life. There was always a lot more than most thought to be said in the simplest of details of the way someone lived. However, the brunette girl didn't get much time to take anything in, seeing as it was only a matter of seconds before the door was whipped open with more force than she deemed was probably necessary. Her eyes flashed back to that spot, just in time to catch sight of the other female stepping out of the house, looking and sounding less than pleased with the help that she had been thrown together with for the day. Andi herself wasn't the most pleased about it, but seeing the obvious irritation upon the girl who had only just met her somehow made it a bit more worth the hellish time she was bound to have, knowing full well with an attitude such as that Andi was only going to push at her luck. A smirk graced her features and she attempted to sidestep out of the way of the female in order to give her space to walk by, but instead found the other girl shoving past her in a way that made sure their shoulders collided. A look mixed of amusement and confusion shifted Andi's features, part of her only able to wonder if this girl was being entirely serious in her attitude. Though, after only a moment's thoughts, she decided the girl probably was serious and the attitude honestly shouldn't surprise her. Her uncle was the man behind all this after all, the one in charge, the one who had hired Andi. Which meant this other girl surely knew a decent amount about her, or at least enough to find her intolerable. Not that it bothered her in the slightest. The brunette simply shook her head, moving back from the house and to the other girl's car, only able to be amused by the attitude she was getting. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you too, liakáda." 

Frank Sinatra 

"Un-dmpify, got a problem with that?" Bentley raised an eyebrow at Andi, leaning against the wall as he shook his own can. "Come on and lighten up princess. Anyone’s an artist, even if all they do is draw crudely drawn dicks on people’s forehead." Heading over to the girl, he snatched the neon pink can and replaced it with his own neon green one. "There. That more of your color? Now go. Go and create gorgeous art on this piece of shit and make it beautiful." Bentley gave a light nudge to Andi’s back, pointing her in the direction of the wall.

"I got a few problems with it, but I doubt you'd care to listen anyway." She replied in a dull tone, eyes falling to inspect the paint can that rested in her hand once again, turning the item over and over as if it would suddenly become appealing at some point. Her eyes shot upwards at his next words, eyes narrowing at the male that stood in front of her, "Don't call me princess." She shot back, tone and expression now serious, even as he moved to switch out their paint cans. She turned, rolling her eyes as he shoved her towards the wall and removing the lid of the paint can. "I still find this pointless." 

"Un-dumpify?" Andi asked, sounding less than impressed by the word choice as she turned to face Bentley, her facial expression matching the tone of her words. Her green eyes watched him steadily as he dropped his bag to the ground before tossing a can of spray paint her way, somehow managing to catch the item and glancing it once over before lifting her attention back to him. "I am not an artist and this is definitely not my color."

i’m just too scared to make the first move.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise