― hellfire.

𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙶  ...

𝐌𝐄𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐀  ❛ 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐄 ❜  𝐃𝐔𝐁𝐎𝐈𝐒  ------  a  𝑇𝑊𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑌  𝑆𝐼𝑋  year  old  all  the  way  from  𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘  𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋,  𝐍𝐉.  𝑆𝐻𝐸  is currently  studying  𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍'𝐒  𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒  at  the  interchange.  (  nala, she / her, est  )  //  pinterest  |  dossier.

tw:  brief  hints  /  mentions  of  fertility  issues,  car  accident,  death,  sexism.

“ ‘course i was, no one likes a loud mouth bitch who knows how to throw a punch.” both things had gotten her into plenty of trouble many times before -  black eyes, bruises and broken bones kind of trouble. “especially if you practically live on the street and have nothing going for you.” when you were labeled one of the rats on the street, the powers that be did all they could to keep you locked up, it was only recently that things started to be different but old habits died hard. “got his nose pretty good, felt it crack,” river said, the smirk on her lips a little more devious than usual. “my hand was bruised for ‘bout a week after but it was worth it.” 

             ❝  to  say  no  one  is  a  bit  of  a  stretch.  you  might  just  be  my  new  favorite  person.  ❞  she’s  always  desired  finding  someone  capable  of  keeping  up  with  her;  one  who  could  match  her  temper  and  desire  to  raise  hell  ---  partially  because  she  felt  like  it  and  partially  because  it’s  what  the  receiving  party  deserved.  with  her  attitude,  it  was  difficult  for  skye  to  make  real  friends  over  the  years,  but  she  craved  connection.  even  if  she  did  have  a  habit  of  pushing  it  away.  ❝  a  street  rat?  ❞  she’s  confused,  ❝  where  you  come  from  doesn’t  determine  your  worth  nor  does  it  give  anyone  the  right  to  treat  you  poorly  or  dismiss  you  because  of  it.  god,  i  fuckin’  hate  people.  why  can’t  we  just  burn  ‘em  all?  ❞  skye  can  feel  the  anger  growing,  but  the  satisfaction  brought  by  the  story  calms  the  storm,  albeit  only  a  little.  looking  to  the  other,  she  grins,  ❝  hate  that  you  had  to  do  it,  but  i’m  proud  of  you  nevertheless.  ❞

open starter @interchangestarts​ (0/5)

bluebell’s eyes were dull with boredom. this traveling was exhausting and she needed something fun. something to do or someone to fill the void that gaped within her. her parents’ wishes were coming true at least. they were so busy she hadn’t had the time to ruin someone else’s life over her own. “should we go to the pool? i’m bored.”

             she’s  busy  going  over  a  study  guide  when  she  hears  her  roommate  speak.  at  first,  she  makes  no  effort  to  provide  the  other  with  any  sort  of  reaction,  taking  the  time  to  ponder  her  choices.  skye  knows  the  right  answer,  of  course,  but  she  didn’t  need  to  do  much  cramming  considering  she’d  already  familiarized  herself  with  the  material.  ❝  pool?  ❞  she  finally  repeats,  beginning  to  tidy  up  her  area.  ❝  sure,  i  can  go  for  that.  might  give  us  some  time  to  really  bond  as  roomies,  but  what  sorta  vibes  are  we  going  for?  that  way  i  know  what  bikini  to  wear.  ❞

❝  true.  ❞

he knows     what people       are capable of,       he knows it      all too well      &.      he’s not      oblivious to it      at all.      her inquiry causes      a         shake of his       head ❝     I don’t believe       that people       are necessarily          good       or      bad ——-        sometimes life       gives you      a     shitty hand        &.       you have      to find       some way      to cope with it    ,      I’m no saint      &.     I’ve done a      share of      bad shit. ❞      he’s broken hearts,       cheated, lied.       he uses      the excuse       that he’s not      ready to get        attached       to       anyone       but the       real reason     is        so       much darker.      ❝      I believe     in the       big man       upstairs, as      corny    or    dumb as        it       may sound.    one way       or       another       the bad         shit you do       &.       how you        treat people,     he’ll take      care of      that . ❞        di’angelo wasn’t       the         most religious       person .     her inquiry causes a      small smile       on his brims     ❝      my grandmother         was a maid,      in those       fancy       ass houses,       they didn’t       have money       but they were      happy       &.       my mom       met       my father,        they got married       &.       a    few years later       I was born.     whenever      my grandma      would come visit,       she would     teach       me      a recipe       each time.       I guess,       I still do      them because      it’s my best      way      of     remembering her . ❞ 

he was prepared to pipe up, offer up some polite story about them having a date but she beat him to it, a slow smile spreading across his face with each word that fell from her lips. i think i’m obsessed with you now. watching her so easily dismiss someone who’d practically attached himself to her like a leech had him questioning everything he thought he knew about the world. “ okay who are you and where the hell have you been my entire life. ”

honestly, this whole endeavor was killing two birds with one stone. the bazaar she’d seen on one of the top ten places to go in cairo had looked incredible and if they got to go while also seeking out someone who could tell them all about curses? win-win situation. sighing, river gave the other a look, not wanting to admit she didn’t have someone in mind. “it’s more of a preparation kind of thing. i’ve had issues with guys in bars everywhere we’ve been, it’d be nice to have something other than outright fighting them. i’ve been in handcuffs enough times.” you’d think she would have learned by now but the brunette couldn’t keep her mouth shut or her fists unclenched when it came to people pissing her off. she was a tiny ball of anger with no thought about her own safety about ninety-nine percent of the time. what could you do?

             surprisingly,  she  isn’t  disappointed  at  the  lack  of  actual  targets.  being  prepared  is  good  enough  for  skye  and  though  she  hadn’t  been  out  to  many  bars  herself  yet,  based  on  the  stories  she’s heard  from  some  of  the  women  within  the  programme  alone,  it  certainly  wouldn’t  hurt.  she  scowls  at  the  mention  of  handcuffs,  ❝  they  were  at  fault  yet  you  were  the  one  put  in  cuffs?  ❞  it’s  not  unbelievable;  wouldn’t  be  the  first  time  a  woman  was  forced  to  take  the  blame  and  it  certainly  wouldn’t  be  the  last.  ❝  how  good  did  ya  get  ‘em?  and  don’t  go  sparin’  me  the  gory  details.  ❞  skye  loves  a  good  bar  brawl.  maybe  they  can  get  into  one  at  some  point  on  their  journey  together.  minus  the  handcuffs,  of  course.  those  should  stay  in  the  bedroom.

❝  false.  ❞

his arms were resting on the edge of the pool, the only thing keeping him from full submerging into the water below as he rode the fine line between just relaxing and zonking out. the heat was glorious when combated with the water and he was sure he could have actually fell asleep had the voice not roused him. “ hmm? “ a groggy mumble as he lifted his head from where it had been laying on top of his arms, one eye cracked. “ i’m sorry, i missed that. “ clearing his throat. “ a game? “ 

             she  rolls  her  eyes,  displeased  with  the  need  to  repeat  herself,  but  she  knows  the  act  is  forgivable.  it’s  not  like  she  addressed  him  before  speaking  or  anything.  ❝  a  game,  ❞  it’s  the  only  part  she  bothers  repeating,  it  probably  wouldn’t  be  good  for  either  of  them  if  she  got  started  on  the  mass  effect  topic.  the  raven  leans  in  closer,  her  voice  dropping  as  if  she’s  sharing  a  secret,  ❝  i’ve  always  wondered  how  long  it’d  take  someone  to  drown.  ❞  the  words  are  deadpanned,  no  hint  of  emotion  coating  her  visage,  but  skye  doesn’t  let  the  moment  sit  for  long.  brightening  as  she  waves  her  hand,  ❝  nah,  i’m  just  kiddin’.  i  mean,  i’m  not,  but  that’s  what  the  internet  is  for.  anyway,  how  much  effort  do  you  feel  like  exerting?  gotta  know  before  i  present  my  proposal.  ❞

“that’s what i’m thinking.” river agreed with a mischievous smirk. maybe it was shitty of her to assume any curse expert would be in cairo but that was her cross to bare and bare it she would. “i’ve heard a ton of shit about tombs being cursed, so i don’t think we’re wrong for thinking it.” icy blue eyes lit up when the other agreed to it, seemingly with the same kind of morbid enthusiasm that river had. thank fucking god. “first instinct is to get to the pyramids.” she joked, smirking before actually considering where they might find someone who could help. “i saw a bazaar when we were getting here, might be a good place to start.”

             ❝  it  seems  you  and  i  are  on  the  same  wavelength,  ❞  she  notes  with  a  nod.  granted,  most  of  the  curses  that  she  knew  of  primarily  resulted  in  death,  but  depending  who  they  were  looking  to  pass  it  off  onto,  would  that  be  such  a  bad  thing?  it’s  just  what  some  people  deserved.  after  grabbing  what  all  skye  might  think  necessary  for  their  venture,  there’s  no  hesitation  in  taking  off,  ❝  yeah,  based  on  all  i  know  about  those  places,  it’s  the  best  to  go  to  when  you’re  lookin’  to  find  just  about  anything,  ❞  they  usually  knew  all  the  gossip,  including  about  curse  experts.  hopefully.  ❝  oh,  i  forgot  to  ask!  whose  so-called  manhood  are  we  trying  to  fuck  with?  i  like  knowing  the  names  of  my  victims.  ❞

            di’angelo     knew cruelty,      he experienced      it from a        very young age ;      he had     the scars      &.      burn marks      to prove it .      ❝  you’re welcome . ❞         he begins to      slide the knife       across      the spinach,       his gaze     shifts up to       look at her ❝      I’m sure,      someone else       needs it       when they      wake up,       it’s not       a     big deal . ❞         he adds      on but        her inquiries      are      coming       back to       back,      a small chuckle      escapes      his brims.       cracking      the eggs      &.        placing the      rest of the       ingredients on       the skillet,      turning back       to look      at      her ❝      a little      niceness       never killed     anyone —— i   guess i’ve  realized    that being   horrid      to   people,  only  comes    back   to bite you   in the    ass !  ❞ 

he doesn’t      take her     response to      heart,      he’s new    in      the program      &.      he is more      than sure      that no one     would just     open with       open arms.      ❝      not poison ———  ❞        he says       as he       turns around      &.      throws the sliced      onions in the      skillet.       opening the fridge     he takes      out some      tomatoes     ❝      eggs florentine      with avocado.       ❞      he turns       to the       coffee pot    ❝       i made       some     a couple      of minutes       ago      but I’m more      of a chai      person. ❞     he grabs       the pot      &.        pours some      in the mug       for her.      ❝       I’m sure     we have       some half       &.       half       but I       could     be wrong .  ❞ 

             sat  near  the  pool,  she  thumbs  through  a  pamphlet  of  common  attractions  nearby,  furrowing  her  brows  once  she  gets  to  the  mention  of  mokattam  hills.  a  soft  chuckle  as  she  addresses  the  person  nearby,  ❝  am  i  the  only  one  who  thinks  of  mass  effect  every  time  i  read  about  this  citadel  place?  i’m  not,  right?  ❞  a  brief  pause  before  she  moves  on,  ❝  speaking  of,  would  you  be  interested  in  playing  a  game?  i’m  bored.  ❞

〄  ⤷  𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 @ofskye​

“you think curses are real? like the kind that make dicks shrivel up.” river asked the other woman in the room with her. she remembered being somewhat obsessed with ancient egypt in one of her foster homes when she was eight and curses always seemed to be a big deal, or at least in her adolescent mind they had been. “ ‘cause i wouldn’t be against finding someone who could make that happen to a few people around here.”

             a  woman  after  her  own  heart?  the  possibility  pleasantly  shocks  skye  as  she  looks  to  the  other,  ❝  do  i  think  they’re  real?  not  sure.  am  i  optimistic  about  something  for  once  in  my  life?  absofuckinglutely.  ❞  could  you  imagine  how  great  the  world  would  be  if  that  kind  of  power  existed?  ❝  i  mean,  egypt  is  known  for  their  curses,  aren’t  they?  if  someone  were  to  exist  who  could,  this  is  where  they’d  be.  ❞  a  cheshire  grin  teases  her  features  momentarily,  ❝  looks  like  we’ve  got  ourselves  a  mission,  wouldn’t  ya  say?  ❞

location : club, coffee shop, tour, literally any public place 

“ baby ! ” he grinned bounding towards them a stranger close on his heels. “ you’re here finally. ” pulling them in for a hug as he whispered, “ help me. i can’t get her to stop following me around. ” @interchangestarts​

          DI’ ANGELO      has       never been one       to sit around       &.      just wait to       go get        some junk food,         which       seemed        that’s all       that everyone ate.         he makes his       way to the       kitchen,    the wooden board      is displayed before      him as he begins     to cut onions,       sliding the knife.       the platter      of footsteps,       causes dark      orbs to        look up ❝ morning        —— you       hungry ? ❞ 

@interchangestarts​