hanging on by a string

Noah was standing while leaning down on the table as he disassembled a phone with a screw to try and fix what was wrong with it because the battery was not increasing at all, as this was one of his ways of earning money too. Raising his head for a moment, his eyes landed on a familiar face, someone who he wasn’t that close but has spoken to her briefly back in Southside high or at the Whyte Wyrm. His eyes widened after the gust of wind sent the papers everywhere and he immediately let go of what he was doing and went over, picking up the papers on the floor. “I think I know you…” Noah then looked down at her paper to see her name, “Sue Stringly.” He slowly said with curiosity, handing her the papers.

lips remained in a firm line, papers exchanged from his hands to hers, unsure of himself in the situation. he didn’t do well with people he didn’t know all that well. anxious, uncomfortable, unknowing of what to say. he nodded his ‘welcome’ instead of voicing it, pulling his hand back so that he could tuck both into the pockets of his jacket. “ why bother? just find someone to copy from. “ it seemed normal enough, at least to him, who copied what he didn’t know from whichever serpent actually got it. another downside of attending the less than privileged southside high.

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

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Bad Reputation - Joan Jett

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 Been there, seen that. He thought looking down at her arm “Yeah and being a Serpent you’ll earn more of those, trust me.” Sweet pea cleared his throat and nodded. “Right, well, is that it. I hate hanging round this place more than I have to.” 

“You and me both.” Any bit of time she could spare was spent with her grandfather, reliving old memories and making a few new ones. Knowing they were moving for him had made the transition easier on her, made leaving her home more purposeful. “I think it’s quaint. Vastly different than living in California, but I don’t mind the change.”

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crystal💎

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Dark Lady - Cher

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Highway to Hell - AC/DC

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kev kel

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I Shot the Sheriff - Eric Clapton

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“That’s what a I keep hearing,” Crystal mused with a slightly nervous laugh, wondering if the girl was always this open, or if alcohol was playing a part. “My grandfather lives here, and his health seems to be taking a turn for the worse. Mom and Dad wanted to be sure we got as much time with him as he has left.”

There was- something about this girl that was familiar; maybe not in her face, but absolutely in her eyes. Kevin couldn’t quite put his finger on it, though, so he just smiled and offered her back her papers. “It’s no problem,” he said, capping it off with a shrug. “I’d offer you help with that, but, I can’t do math to save my life.”

Sweet’s was known to be the one in the fight but to know he stirred the pot and would in the end get one started did get him to smirk. “Yeah, it’s a ballsy move and it will prove something. Lets just hope for your sake you not just bark and that you have a bite to you too.” 

“All I asked was do you know what you’re getting yourself into and you decided that you might want to fight me,” Toni pointed out, looking to her fist. “Didn’t really care what your reason was, just that you had a reason, but if you wanna reason that to having to explain yourself, then go off,” she shrugged. Taking a full sip of her drink, she gave Sue the once over.  “Word of advice, if you wanna be a serpent, you’re gonna need to get thicker skin than that.”

“First off, fix your tone. I’m not one of these soft Northsiders,” Toni warned, hearing the aggressiveness in Sue’s tone. If there was one thing Toni couldn’t stand it was drunk people in her face. She dealt with it enough at the Whyte Wyrm, she didn’t want to deal with it on her night out. “If you care about satisfying people, you came to the wrong person. Go find Birdie or better yet go find Penny, I bet she’s looking for eager little girls to join her band of misfit Ghoulies,” Toni replied, her voice growing louder. “If you kept that smart ass mouth up, you’re gonna have to. Good luck getting in if you try fighting me,” Toni smirked, crossing her arms. 

“Fights are a good go.” He said with a shrug. He was a bit surprised that she suggested it but he wasn’t opposed, of course he wasn’t, Sweet pea constantly fought. He really didn’t care how the girl did it but she was the one to suggest it and he did say they needed fighters. “Keller…you want to take him on? Fine. You fight him and I’ll get your name in. But that’s all I can do, I’m not guaranteeing that my word is definitely going to get them to initiate you.”

Her story wasn’t any different than any serpents Toni had spoken to. Everyone was looking for a home, that much Toni could understand, but that didn’t mean she had be all for Sue going. “You know you’re gonna have to go through the test? The serpent dance and everything? Once you do it you can’t go back,” Toni warned. Was she trying to scare the girl away? Maybe. Did she think it would actually work? Doubtful. However, was try her best. No matter how many numbers the serpents needed, she wasn’t going to let some groupie join their family so easily. “You know there’s a Ghoulie war going on. You prepared to fight?”