#wiskayoks

❝ are you busy? can i talk to you for a moment? ❞ | shauna

is she ever not busy?   between the books piled on every surface arms can reach around seemingly ancient desk:  somehow always tethering between being truly organised and becoming a chaos only she would be able to navigate.    (   between endless classes,  between her work in labs,  maeve has left herself little time to ever breathe or rest...    &&   it is entirely entional.  )    if she lacks time to rest,  she lacks time to think too deeply about recent years,  and once she starts to linger in the past it will only spiral.

It was an ongoing rivalry. Heather Sadecki vs Randy Walsh. A battle for the ages. And it was all because he had ripped the head off of her favorite stuffed dog when she was 12. A sight that still haunted her 13 years later. Mr. Barkels' stuffing falling out of a headless body. She screamed a shrill scream for nearly ten minutes, before giving her brother's best friend a death stare that she still gave him to this very day. For as long as she was breathing air, she was going to make his life a living hell.

The water balloon filled with blue food coloring was held loosely between her fingers waiting for her target to step out of his motel room. Eyes were narrowed and focused on the door. What would his dancers think when he walked into work looking like smurf? Luckily for her, she had a friend on the inside who would be ready to snap a picture and send it to her.

Seeing the door open, Heather eased closer ready to aim and fire when the time was right.

@wiskayoks (javi) gets a starter.

Everything had been a blur since rescue. Doctors, family, so called friends, reporters, rescue personnel. All faces, blurs. Just people passing through, passing by. It felt like she'd simultaneously been back for an eternity and less then a minute. Everything happening so fast, but time somehow passing so slow. There were two people she'd wanted to see the when she'd been out there. And the one person that she'd missed the most, he didn't even recognize her. Crying for the nanny when he was placed in her arms. At that moment, the blonde questioned everything. Why she survived, why she did any of what she'd done... The horrible things she'd done. They'd all been in vein when Jacob was scared of her. Scared. The life she had carried within her, the life she'd given birth to. It had rejected her. As of now, Anna was a shell. Wishing she'd stayed out there. That she'd died out there even. For nothing could hurt worse then the pain she was feeling in that moment. Laying in her bed, not wanting to move, she was aware that her door had opened. That someone had come in. At first she'd thought it was her maid, coming to collect the food she hadn't touched. That was until the familiar voice hit her ears. A voice she'd been waiting to hear again since the crash. "Hmm", she cooed, finally stirring for the first time that day. "R-randy?"

@wiskayoks -> shauna shipman & jackie taylor.