Athena wakes up in the middle of the forest and bolts to her feet, looking around in a panic. There are no fucking forests between her house and Jeff's. There's no forests in their whole town and honestly, fuck forests anyway.
She chews on a bit of loose skin on her lower lip, hugging herself and trying to ignore the fear knotting in her gut. She's not dressed for this weather--and what the hell is that about, anyway? There's so much snow, and while she could accept a late-spring dusting, there's no way she would have slept through this much piling up.
"Okay, Thee. Let's figure this out," she says, and then starts humming She Keeps Me Warm, because apparently she feels like being ironic at the moment. Athena clears her throat and rubs her hoodie-clad arms.
"Right. Two ways to go here. Path number left, or path number right." She bites her lip, looks both ways--and picks the path that eventually leads to the gaping hole in the ground. She's been singing the entire way there, rotating through 80s rock ballads, goth, New Wave, and modern rock heavily laced with swear words.
When she reaches the chasm, she stops dead and stops singing as well, right in the middle the chorus of Sizzy Rocket's Bestie. "I WANNA FUCK, FUCK, FUCK MY BEST FRIEND--what the shit."
She stares down into the seemingly bottomless fissure, dumbfounded. There's definitely nothing like this in Virginia. At least not as far as she knows.
"That's one big-ass hole," she whispers, pauses, and gives a slightly hysterical giggle.
BODIES WITHOUT SOULS
This one's pretty simple. She's throwing rocks at the bookstore window, trying to break it. Yeah, she went inside. Yeah, she got spooked. She hefts one particularly large stone as the soft tapping emanates from the window.
"Knock knock, futhermuckers," she yells, and hefts the rock hard enough to actually crack the glass.
THE END APPROACHES
Athena glares at the bulletin board. She's skimmed over what's there (and very much appreciates the puns), but it makes about fuckall sense and she is not keen on the idea of just hanging out here, waiting to go home. She tacks up a sheet of white paper, writing large enough to cover the top half of it. It says:
Respectfully,
What the actual fuck.
- Athena, the jane-come-lately (room for explanations left below, please and thank you.)
She stands back a moment, before her glare turns to the map in the middle of the bulletin board. There's no denying it creeps her out. This whole town creeps her out. She won't acknowledge the fact that it does a lot more than that. It's viscerally disturbing to walk the snowy streets and listen to the total silence, to go into empty houses full of dust and other people's belongings. She shivers, then scowls, annoyed with her own fear.
On impulse and with ignored anger, she writers That's what she said in big letters just under the stupid red warning.
Athena Carrigan || OC || I apologize for her in advance || CW FOR LOTS OF SWEARS
Athena wakes up in the middle of the forest and bolts to her feet, looking around in a panic. There are no fucking forests between her house and Jeff's. There's no forests in their whole town and honestly, fuck forests anyway.
She chews on a bit of loose skin on her lower lip, hugging herself and trying to ignore the fear knotting in her gut. She's not dressed for this weather--and what the hell is that about, anyway? There's so much snow, and while she could accept a late-spring dusting, there's no way she would have slept through this much piling up.
"Okay, Thee. Let's figure this out," she says, and then starts humming She Keeps Me Warm, because apparently she feels like being ironic at the moment. Athena clears her throat and rubs her hoodie-clad arms.
"Right. Two ways to go here. Path number left, or path number right." She bites her lip, looks both ways--and picks the path that eventually leads to the gaping hole in the ground. She's been singing the entire way there, rotating through 80s rock ballads, goth, New Wave, and modern rock heavily laced with swear words.
When she reaches the chasm, she stops dead and stops singing as well, right in the middle the chorus of Sizzy Rocket's Bestie. "I WANNA FUCK, FUCK, FUCK MY BEST FRIEND--what the shit."
She stares down into the seemingly bottomless fissure, dumbfounded. There's definitely nothing like this in Virginia. At least not as far as she knows.
"That's one big-ass hole," she whispers, pauses, and gives a slightly hysterical giggle.
This one's pretty simple. She's throwing rocks at the bookstore window, trying to break it. Yeah, she went inside. Yeah, she got spooked. She hefts one particularly large stone as the soft tapping emanates from the window.
"Knock knock, futhermuckers," she yells, and hefts the rock hard enough to actually crack the glass.
Athena glares at the bulletin board. She's skimmed over what's there (and very much appreciates the puns), but it makes about fuckall sense and she is not keen on the idea of just hanging out here, waiting to go home. She tacks up a sheet of white paper, writing large enough to cover the top half of it. It says:
Respectfully,
What the actual fuck.
- Athena, the jane-come-lately
(room for explanations left below, please and thank you.)
She stands back a moment, before her glare turns to the map in the middle of the bulletin board. There's no denying it creeps her out. This whole town creeps her out. She won't acknowledge the fact that it does a lot more than that. It's viscerally disturbing to walk the snowy streets and listen to the total silence, to go into empty houses full of dust and other people's belongings. She shivers, then scowls, annoyed with her own fear.
On impulse and with ignored anger, she writers That's what she said in big letters just under the stupid red warning.