#maskingfear

Shaky hands, all the way through her fingertips.  Yes, handing over the weapon was the logical way to go about it.  It’s not as if she had any experience with anything other than knives and blunt objects.  But on the other hand, pulling a trigger didn’t seem so complicated.  Aim, press, and release.  Alice had seen enough movies to get the general idea.

"And what do you intend to do with it, Crane?"  She had known a boy once who went by the name of Jonathan.  Nice kid; a little stubborn, but nice all the same.  Alice didn’t much care to refer to the man in front of her, blocking her path—blocking her freedom—by his first name.  Crane was more raw, edgy, dangerous.  That, and she didn’t particularly like the birds by the same name, either.  Damn things wanted to be flamingos but were too stupid to paint their feathers.  This one wanted to be human.  No, he wasn’t too stupid to blend in.  He was just stupid because human is what he wanted to be.  No, no no.  This man belonged in nightmares.  In Wonderland.

"Ah, you think I would hand this over as simply as that?  After everything.  No, no, I know.  I know things you show only at night, when the ones you follow disappear, leaving you alone with the beings under you.  I.  Know.  Things.  Crane.”

         Sitting in a plane for three hours was dreadful --- and Spade hated every second of it. Countless minutes of staring at the window, kicking the seat in front of him until the man yelled at him, and bothering the flight attendances for entertainment had ended rather quickly. He counted how many seats were in the plane, he gave a death glare at the other kid across the isle until he cried for this mother, and played on the iPad as last minute resources.

     ❛ Are we going to crash? ❜ Spade would ask obnoxiously to scare the passengers -- loud and clear for all the rows to hear. He'd laugh when his Dad rubbed his eyes from underneath his glasses and gently tugged on his Father's jacket. But, when they landed, he was the first to take off his seatbelt before the light even when off.

      He found Florida to be too hot -- he favored the cold a little better, but with the coolness of November, Spade is content with the weather. He wasn't too excited, however, to see Grandma. She coddled and cooed too much and made his cheeks hurt. But, she is Father's mom and he would remain on his best behavior. And she made the best stuffing he would KILL for.

      ❛ Are we almost there yet? I'm staaaaarving. ❜ 

What are some of your OCs strengths?

Tracy’s strengths are creativity, social intelligence, and humor.

Troy’s are humility, prudence, and citizenship.

What are some of your OCs weaknesses? 

Tracy has a really close relationship with most of her family, hurting any of them would really hurt her as well. Her pets too, she loves them and care about all of them a lot.

Troy being very insecure a shy, any verbal insults could really hurt him. Any sabotage on his researches could as well, since he works really hard on them.

What is your OCs motto about life?

Tracy’s life motto, as cliche as it sounds is “YOLO”.

ok i take de blame bUT HER FACE IS PRETTY

i get reaLLY HAPPY when people see Harley more than just Joker’s girl, yanno.