“ well , fuck , aurora — word might get out soon that you care ! ” was he pushing it ? probably . but it was all in good fun . though , with aurora , he never really knew when too much would actually be too much . which made it all the more fun in his opinion . “ you know , your team is spending so much time trying to get everyone to hold hands & sing kumbaya . but if anyone of you actually found anything , we might be willing to listen . ” his words might’ve sounded harsh to anyone else , but he knew aurora could handle his honesty . a groan soon escaped , running a hand through his messy curls . “ yeah , that actually sounds like hell , if you ask me . ”

𝐅𝐓 : // @auroraleblanc· : aurora.

‘ UM , it’s literally 3AM … what are you doing in my house ? ’

An inhalation of air trapped in Aurora’s throat as her eyes locked with the other person in the room. “Shit. I thought this was Elias’ place. He must be next door.” The young woman’s expression shifted to one of dismay. “You left your front door unlocked. That’s not safe. Who are you, anyway?” 

re  .   aurora   !

 palms   rub   at   tired,   nap-induced   eyelids   as   the   brunet   clambered   towards   the   door.    “     hold   onnnn!   i’m   coming,    ”    his   voice   called   back   before   fingers   wrapped   around   the   doorknob   and   twisted   it   opened.    “    oh   shit.   you   brought   the   good   stuff.    ”     he   blinked,   a   lopsided   grin   tugging   at   his   face.   without   another   word,   noah   ushered   her   inside.   a   curious,   but   concerned   look   creasing   his   expression.    “     hey   though,   what’s   going   on?   bad   day?    ”    he   questioned,   his   bottom   plopping   down   on   the   old,   upholstered   sofa   as   he   pat   the   spot   next   to   him   for   her   to   take.

“jeez, what’s with the attitude? and no, no i didn’t. i don’t know if it’s me that’s losing it or if this place just fucking sucks.”

 tmperedsouls‌

“ — wait , are you saying you’d be able to figure everything out with the help of faction two , leblanc ? am i hearing that right ? ” he teased , rolling his eyes lightly . “ yeah , i’m almost positive that’s not a saying . ” at this point , he had to actively fight the urge to roll his eyes again . sometimes , he wished the factions would all just do their own thing & ignore what others are doing , but then again , he did have friends all spread out everywhere . which was annoying .  “ oh , am i ? remind me why i’m luck to have you again ? ”

“And I keep saying you won’t find out anything if you keep looking for it,” Izzy responded. She had gotten used to Aurora’s obsession to try and find something out about what had happened, and she had decided to at least walk around with her now roommate to at least do something, but it was always pointless. “I’ve been helping with the inventory and stuff. You know, food, medical supplies, all that stuff.”

declan turned around as he heard someone speak. he had been distracted with his camera, as per usual, and didn’t really pay much attention to people unless they were in front of the lens. “huh? what did you just say?”

@thesocietyhqstarters·

“All of a sudden, I’m not that crazy for having a few seasons of The Bachelor on DVD in the back of my closet, now am I? Some of you bitches never considered preparing for the apocalypse, and it shows.”

Aurora snorted at the other girl’s comments. “I’d rather tear my own eyes out than watch The Bachelor. “Who told you spending money on that show was going to be a good investment?” 

“It’s always been a fucking mess. If anything, it’s a smaller mess with less people, and we should all be grateful,” she responded, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, then trying to fix her hair. “So what? You want to like… grab a gun and fight? I don’t get it. I feel kind of safer here. Asleep.”

“--okay do you...not care about at least one of the thousands missing? Are you telling me you haven’t lost anyone? Because I haven’t lost anyone, yet I’m still worried as fuck. If you don’t care about them, care about yourself, girl,” Aurora persuaded. “Because if you think we’re safe right now, you’re sadly mistaken.” Her expression of frustration dissipated as quickly as it had appeared, eyes gleaming at the mention of a possible new weapon. “Wait, do you know where I can find a gun?”

“I mean, think about it. If everyone wanted to boss everyone else around, nobody’d listen. And then we’d be pretty much in the same boat that we’re already in.” There were already enough people wanting to take charge. Someone had to be a follower. “Nobody wants a dictator. You have to market yourself better than that.”

“Huh...you’re honestly...very right,” Aurora conceded thoughtfully. It’d be more of a problem if everyone was trying to lead us in the right direction. I guess I just want to know that other people are as anxious as I am, y’know?” she admitted, her hand wrapping around her body to grasp her shoulder. She toyed with the fabric of her long-sleeve, adding, “Well that’s only because nobody wants to follow rules. I guess I could call myself a mayor for appearances. Wanna be my right hand? You don’t have to bark orders at anyone, you could just silently whip them for misdeeds.”

          natalina’s  not  really  sure  what  to  do  with  an  outburst  like  aurora’s,  mostly  because  she  doesn’t  really  UNDERSTAND  aurora.  the  two  have  never  seen  eye  to  eye  and  the  reason  escapes  natalina  each  time.  she’s  not  one  to  start  a  war,  not  one  to  really  fight,  so  when  aurora  asks  her  questions,  all  natalina  does is  reply.   “how  did  you  mess  up  the  other  wrist?”    she  asks,  though  it  isn’t  her  business.   “but  i  don’t  know  what  to  do.  can’t  say  this  has  happened  to  me  before.  kind  of  stuck  on  what  to  do  so  nothing  useful.”

                              ❛     not     to     suck     my     own     tit     or     anything     ,          but     …          i’d     definitely     DATE     me     ,     bro     .          like     ,     no     doubt     about     it     .     ❜

001   .     thesocietyhqstarters   !

“...not to suck your tit, but I’d date you,” Aurora bantered, offering a casual shrug as she grinned. “You gotta sell me though. What’s your elevator pitch?”

tmperedsouls‌:

“ sounds stressful . ” although the short statement was meant to be teasing more than anything else , there was also obviously some sense of truth to what he was saying . there was no doubt that everyone was freaking out over the circumstances — some more than others , evidently . “ me ? oh , well , let’s see : i slept for about fifteen hours last night , woke up , ate some food , went down to the club . it’s a sad sight , let me tell you . but no — i haven’t found anything you’d deem useful , because there’s nothing to find , aurora . ”

The lanky limbed pre-med student had strayed off the footpath, having witnessed her doing similar routines throughout the week that it had intrigued him enough to take time over of this lazy day from planning a night of fugitive in the coming nights. “Some kid was blabbing on about the writing on the wall, the prior night before we came but he’s a bit of a crackpot.” He shrugged his shoulders only half believing the kid’s words after all they are in some other place. “I’d say go give someone a knuckle fist sandwich but seeing as I am the only one around, rather you take you wrath out on the next unfortunate soul that crosses your path.”  Dark hues drifted to her bummed wrist, chuckling lightly. “Who’d you punch out with that one? Want me to take a look?” Flicking his chin in the direction of her hand. The idea of how to gather people to play a good old game of fugitive he hadn’t played since high school days and maybe part of him wanted to relive those carefree days. “Wasn’t looking for the so-called writing on the wall, not my thing.” 

Aurora whipped around, her gaze fixating on the man standing before her. Her heartbeat quickened at the prospect of a new piece of evidence-- something, anything, to point her in a more fruitful direction. “Wait a second, what do you mean writing on the walls? What kind of writing? And where? I swear we all need a fuckin’ town group chat...I don’t believe...” A sigh of disappointment fell from the girl’s lips. “Yet another one of us falling victim to a drug-induced stupor, huh? This is just ridiculous. I mean, their ass is on the line too,” she vented, locks of hair slipping over her shoulders as she shook her head.  The young woman’s sullen expression morphed into one of amusement as her current companion referenced her statement about wanting to punch something. “And what exempts you from being a recipient of my award-winning knuckle sandwiches? I mean, besides having too pretty a face,” Aurora teased.  Her gaze fell to the bruising on her busted fingers, fingers gently tracing the injury. Although she appreciated the offer, Aurora hesitated to accept. She was far too proud to allow much attention placed on a new vulnerability. “Oh, no-- that’s not necessary. My girl Winnie’s already done plenty for this baby. I just need to make sure I don’t move it around too much.-- uh, let’s just say brick walls and I don’t always see eye to eye,” she fibbed, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips. Aurora’s lighthearted demeanor transformed into one of disappointment at the boy’s final words. “Not your..thing? I think figuring out a way to get some answers is everyone’s thing right now. Well then, what have you been doing?”

          she hadn’t realized she’d just been … staring at the other until aurora stopped speaking, giving naomi a chance to blink and attempt to collect her thoughts.  “ —  are you okay ?  ”  for naomi to be at a loss for words, that was certainly a first.  “ i mean, are you on speed or something equally wild, because that was a lot. ”  a chuckle was finally emanated from dark-painted lips, green hues eyeing the girl’s wrist momentarily, until she gave a shake of her head at the questions that had been left to linger.  “ anyway, yeah. sure. i found out that no matter what i try, i can’t get a fucking signal outside of this place. i can’t do anything in this scenario. i’m just … ” useless, was the only word that came to mind, but to utter that would be acknowledging something she was too proud to admit. instead, naomi opted to gingerly chew the inside of her cheek, jumping at the first opportunity to shift the attention from herself.  “ so, what’d you do ?  to your wrist, i mean. ”

Aurora’s eyebrows pooled together when the other suggested she appeared to be on drugs. “What-- speed? That was one time in college okay, and it just made me feel like my heart was going to explode.” The girl had heard several times this week that she needed to slow the hell down, but a sense of urgency consumed her whenever her attention wasn’t directed toward the mystery surrounding their town. “Sorry, I think I can be hard to keep up with,” Aurora conceded, offering the girl an apologetic smile. “I just keep thinking-- what if I’m the only one working this hard to figure shit out? What if I stop and I miss something--” a sigh fell from the young woman’s lips. Her companion’s presence was oddly comforting-- a feeling she experienced with very few people. “You’re just what?” she prompted, curious about what was on the girl’s mind.  “Hey-- do you know anyone who could build a radio? I’m not really a tech person, but I think that could be useful somehow. I haven’t found one in the houses I broke int-- uh, the abandoned houses I rummaged through,” Aurora corrected herself. Eyebrows raised, she glanced down to the sling her arm rested in, questioning whether she should opt for making something up. "Who knew a strong sense of moral justice could make you see literal red?” Aurora bit her lip, musing over what the other girl must have been thinking. “I’m not a violent person, I swear,” Aurora lied, offering a sheepish smile. The last thing she wanted to do was admit that she was capable of hurting an innocent person.

don´t be upset, don´t be upset, she repeated in her head like a mantra, stay cool, stay calm, she gulped and hoped aurora had not noticed, then she put on her fakest smile, that overly sweet and too-wide-to-be-true smile that she used on juries and that always seemed to work, and said, “ i prefer mistress-of-allthat-is-evil, but i will answer to lucifer” she could feel the next words back in her throath and, even when the humane part of her mind begged her to shut up, she spat them out, “aurora, dear, i have been hated by people far more important than you, and i have certainly represented people by far meaner than you, your little words don´t scare me” it was true, elise hadn´t gone through all her bad moments for aurora´s opinion to hurt her, it wasn´t that, it was that little voice in her head, the one that told her just how bad she was and that never seemed to shut up. Still her bad side got over her, “as for the crimes, you should already know aurora, no one is guilty until proved otherwise, and no one could prove anything to my clients, not even you” she needed to stop, she really needed to stop, what she was about to say was way too below the belt “and maybe i dont have much left, but i have something that you don´t, the memories of parents that loved me, the knowledge that, if we get back i will have my family waiting for me, can you say the same?”

Elise’s words felt as though hot coals had been pressed into Aurora’s skin. Know someone long enough, you learn how to get inside their head. You figure out their weakest points-- the right words to make them shiver. Aurora knew that the young woman had enough experience to understand exactly how to piss her off, and this made her all the more livid. The worst part was how Elise appeared unphased, though her mouth spit fire. Aurora hated feeling belittled. “I don’t know how you sleep at night, how you live with yourself-- you’re actually proud of the filth you let cower behind you,” she hissed, eyes darkening. “Oh please, guilty until proven innocent is such bullshit, and you know that--” the girl froze when she heard Elise’s final words. Skin paling, Aurora felt a chill shiver down her spine. Once boiling with rage, all the girl could now do was stare, lips barely parted. “I have the knowledge that even though my brother and father were murdered, even though I raised my own damn self-- the world could never--” Aurora paused, words suddenly becoming more difficult to form. “--could never make me nearly as cruel as you.” Dark hair swept over her face as the woman turned away, crossing her arms as she contemplated simply walking out the door. “For all you know, your family’s just as dead as mine.”