maisie lidell

“i’m not doing the cupid shuffle.” it’s matter of fact, and he almost regrets leaving his bed at all. the thing is, even during the storm he probably could have slept his way through the end of the world. however, he’d _promised _that he’d be here, so this is where he is. when the other approaches, his gazed is perked up from his spot, a beer in his hand but it’s gone warm to sipping. instead of sticking around for conversation, dylan opts to leave. he’s halfway down an empty hall, rounding the corner when the lights shut off. his frame is immediately darted into, and both of them collided into each other.·“jesus–” two bumped heads, and a few seconds later, he’s pulling back and trying to find his phone that had been knocked to the ground with the other.·“are you alright–· what the hell happened to the lights?”·

ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ : @maisielidell·

ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : ʟᴇᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ʜᴀʟʟ

darkness enveloped the room as jack made his way down the hallway, hands clasping his keychain flashlight in his fist. the small trinket blinked small flashes of light; just barely enough to illuminate the way. his slim fingers traced the walls, relying on his sense of touch to keep him from slamming into things. he really needed to get new batteries. 

recognizing an audible, albeit muffled voice through a set of heavy double doors, jack finally stopped in his tracks. pushing the doors open with a gentle kick before sauntering into the room. 

he scanned the room, eyes locking on a certain blonde-haired, green eyed girl, feeling an instant flood of relief. he had worried that she had been injured or pushed around in a frenzied crowd. of course, he’d never utter any of these thoughts out loud. he wouldn’t dare.

“what’s the matter ice queen, scared of a little thunderstorm?” he quipped, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

       ・ 。 ◟  @maisielidell  /  😈

                                             simple   .   that   was   the   word   minnie   was   looking   for   ,   to   describe   how   her   coup   d'etat   against   maisie   had   been   .   she   couldn’t   deny   it   ,   that   the   femme   had   done   well   for   the   town   ;   she   had   laid   down   the   foundation   ,   made   sure   they   survived   –   but   that’s   ALL   she   was   needed   for   .   minnie   used   the   corruption   of   the   townspeople   to   her   advantage   ,   their   complaints   &   their   ill-will   to   suit   her   own   needs   .   chaos   had   been   created   ,   she   came   out   unscathed   .   she   finds   the   blonde   now   in   the   madness   ,   a   cup   filled   with   water   raised   up   to   her   lips   as   the   sound   of   her   heels   echo   in   the   quiet   halls   .   ‘   think   this   is   an   omen   ?   ’   her   voice   is   sultry   ,   DANGER   lurking   on   the   edges   of   her   words   as   she   approaches   from   behind   .   ‘   god   trying   to   warn   us   of   the   devil   in   charge   ?   or   what   was   the   term   you   used   ?   ’   strides   to   her   side   ,   sending   her   a   side   glance   .   ‘   TYRANT   ?   ’

every  time  maisie  tried  to  think  about  how  she’d  ended  up  here,  she  couldn’t  fully comprehend  what  was  happening.  had  this  been  a  game,  she  would  have  been  sincerely,  thoroughly  impressed.  the  wild  card  was  always  hard  to  predict  and  those  who  do  things  for  the  sake  of  doing  them,  who  are  agents  of  chaos  because  it  is  fun  to  watch  it  unfold,  are  wild  cards.  but  this  wasn’t  a  game,  this  was  people’s  lives,  and  there  wasn’t  an  end  to  this  that  would  work  out  for  everyone  with  minnie  in  charge.  based  on  how  much  food  they’re  using,  how  much  power  they’re  generating,  it’s  all  going  to  blow  up  in  minnie’s  face  and  that  would  be  so  sweet  to  see  if  it  didn’t  spell  death  for  everyone  else.  

where  others  would  hear  danger,  maisie  only  heard  the  trombone  of  the  teacher  from  charlie  brown.  every  time  minnie  opened  her  mouth,  maisie  felt  like  another  part  of  her  had  died  and  been  dragged  to  hell.  whoever  had  told  minnie  that  this  was  a  sign  of  god  warning  the  devil  had  maisie’s  respect,  but  that  wasn’t  maisie’s  kind  of  rumor  to  spread.  she  barely  believed  there  were  higher  powers  at  play  as  it  was,  this  certainly  wasn’t  helping.  if  maisie  were  a  believer,  maybe  she  would  have  thought  that  this  was  a  test  from  the  powers  that  be  wanting  her  to  prove  herself,  that  if  she  could  reclaim  leadership  then  it  was  proof  that  it  was  meant  to  be  hers.  she  didn’t  have  faith  in  anyone  that  was  true.