#sardcnics

The spider sits in the center of his palm, outstretched in the space between them. He gives a little shake of his head. “I tried to pawn it, but -- I couldn’t,” he says, eyes flickering up to hers. “Even the promise of a lifetime supply of burger -- it just didn’t seem right.”

&&   skye's general annoyance was sky high today. every customer made her angry for no reason. she was definitely in a mood. ❝  try ordering a drink instead of staring. ❞                                                                                   skye muttered, sounding rude with a capital r.

“Come on, Audrey. I think we both know it’s true. You’re better off without me.”

                                    dexterous extremities restively flit about the indisposed heteroclite whilst vigilant optics punctiliously peruse her juvenescent countenance. altruistic solicitude and a vociferous sense of urgency impel the stouthearted adolescent to expeditiously search for grievous wounds that her doughty compeer might have inauspiciously found herself sustaining. irrevocably engendered by her extemporaneous act of homicide, inestimable compunction and visceral perturbation are judiciously stifled. just like aesthetically disconcerting environs, the evanescent discomfort originating from her horrendously crimson arm is obstinately disregarded for the time being. GOOD is a perpetually inapposite descriptor when it comes to the anguished personage, but there are currently more consequential matters to be focused on. so, she consciously permits innocuous mendacity to eclipse ingenuous veracity.

┈ ▒█ ♕ ℬ.ℳ 

      still wasn’t back to normal after everything that happened. she didn’t think she’d ever be the same. the killer was gone but she couldn’t help feeling on edge. every time she was home alone she had a butcher knife ready to grab on her bedside table. one thing that had changed was her relationship with audrey. she’d gone from a girl that brooke and her friends made fun of, to one of the most important people in her life. having people that she cared about around her helped with her anxiety. she was getting out some snacks for a movie night when emma texted her apologising that she couldn’t make it. at that moment brooke heard the door and went to answer it, seeing audrey once she had. 

      “hey, emma just bailed so its just you and me tonight.”

A year ago, Friday nights for Brooke mostly consisted of SNEAKING out and partying until the sun rose (or at least until Nina passed out and she had to haul her ass home). But now, after everything that’s happened, Brooke much prefers the COMFORTS of a night in. It’s usually a case of her inviting Stavo or Emma over, ordering takeout and binge-watching some crappy show until they fall asleep. Tonight, both of her sleepover buddies are BUSY, leaving Brooke to prepare for a lonesome night. 

After locking all the doors and windows, and grabbing a bunch of SNACKS from the kitchen, the blonde settles onto the couch and begins her search through Netflix. She considers searching through the horror section, but ultimately decides it’s not a good idea when she’s ALONE. A knock on the door interrupts her browsing, and the girl frowns. “Wow, that delivery guy sure is fast.” she mutters, pyjama clad figure getting up and SHUFFLES to the door. Once she’s opened it, her frown deepens as she sees a familiar face.

       Thud! CRASH!  

                “I’m okay!”