‘ I’D SAY LET’S PLAY strip poker but i don’t have any cards. here’s a better idea, – we’ll play without them. you go first. take off your pants – ’
she’ll throw a lousy smirk, a squint of brown optics. & the question lingers — as to why she continued to throw these gatherings/ put up with certain antics. perhaps, self reassurance : a reminder of the reputation she feels the need to up hold. but ask yourself —— are you a goddess or the acolyte ?
❝ I HAVE a better game, it’s called ( sober up ) or get outside. please, your little barf show from last time is still slightly visible —— not to mentionnauseating. ❞
‘ this dress won’t zip, but i don’t think i gained any weight—— can you try forcin’ it? ’ there’s a good chance this is just an excuse for her to be undressed in front of a pretty girl.
an arch of the brows, hues pacing back and forward over bony shoulders.
❝ —— you talking to me ? ❞ & with a point to herself ( nails perfectly filed, ) vexation runs down her complexion. ❝ shouldn’t you, maybe, like — had brought a friend with you ? ❞ NOT MEAN ; just curious.
‘SO, brooke maddox takes new york city ?’ her tone is light-hearted, gentle, the first time she’s brought up future and college since their return from murder island. she wishes she could say it was comforting to be back in lakewood ; but some things would never change. it made sense, why brooke would want to get away — why ANY OF THEM would want to get away. she brushes shoulders with brooke, offers her an encouraging smile. ’ if any of us deserve to get the hell out of murderville, IT’S YOU. i’m happy for you. ’//@girlsorrowed
ruby petals make an attempt to rip in half, though drowsy eyes conceal a girl’s despairing profundity. THEY ARE ichor’s attraction, adolescents growing into a maddening war. it’s a war that takes a grasp —– mentally & physically. their scars are there to prove it.
SHE WANTS TO forget, forget, forget. her dreams & wishes ;decay, splattered red on cement. replaced with a blade & countless tragedies / what happened to being deity? trauma swims within a slim figure & sinks into weary skin. MURDERVILLE : a term coined by the damsel herself. this town wasn’t home anymore. the blood is still fresh / the screams will forever linger. the sounds of the hunter’s victims cave into heavy hearts & knock on their psyche. so much tragedy in such a short amount of time ; a place of personified death.
her friend’s words are still appreciated —– though melancholy & her own insecurities make for a hard time BELIEVING. did she really deserve a break ? a dismissal from the bloodshed ? she doesn’t allow a negative thought to escape — there’s no surprise that ‘ perhaps I deserve this suffering ’ has crossed her mind. all those years of savagery / a girl doused in angel dust. & she considered that glory ?
“ well, —– i guess we’ll see. but thanks. ”& a smile cracks, hues turning slightly.“ now, what about you ? what’s audrey jensen’s master plan ?”
name: brooke paige maddox. alias: b, unattainable hottie. date of birth: tba after i get off my ass & look up zodiac stuff. languages: english. orientation: lmao, who knows ? she’ll tell you she’s straight. occupation: brooke maddox doesn’t know a job record: none. disorders: post traumatic stress. more tba.
eye colour: light brown. hair colour: blonde. height: 5′2″. scars: scar across upper arm from knife slit, fading. scar on lower back from being stabbed. burns: none. overweight: no. underweight: no.
song: brooke’s definitely into the weeknd, hc that right now. food: kale pepperoni / pineapple pizza.
had sex: yes. had sex in public: no. gotten pregnant: no. kissed a boy: yes. kissed a girl: yes. gotten tattoos: no. gotten piercings: yes. smoked: yes. drank: yes. drugs: yes. been in love: yes. needed surgery: yes. stayed up for more than twenty four hours: yes.
a virgin: no. a cuddler: sometimes. a kisser: yes. scared easily: yes. jealous easily: yes. trustworthy: yes. considered mean: by many still, yes. thought of suicide: no. attempted suicide: no. fears: murder, ending up like her parents.
