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(( Don't chase the rabbit ))

Siobhan sat on the very edge of a soft plush couch, curling and uncurling her ungloved hand. Every other inch of her body, besides her face and head, was covered with fabric of some kind, specially made to be resistant to her powers. She didn’t have much variety in her wardrobe nowadays. 

“I’ll break it,” she said, her voice shaking a little bit. She hated that. What she wouldn’t give to be steady, even, and strong.

“You won’t,” said Shelley calmly. She sat in the chair opposite Siobhan, her ankles crossed one over the other, both hands in her lap. She was young, Siobhan thought, for a specialist. Most of the people she’d seen in the past had been old men. None of them had been very helpful. 

In Shelley’s hands, she held a china teacup, with a blue design across its surface and a gold rim. It was filled with liquid, and it looked expensive. Glass was especially sensitive to her powers.

“You can’t be that sure,” she said miserably. 

“I can,” said Shelley patiently. “And if you break it, I will buy a new one. But I don’t think you will. Remember everything we’ve practiced.”

Siobhan tried to, taking a long, shaky breath. So much of what they’d practiced had seemed useless. Breathing exercises, thought exercises. Putting her hands in water. Touching fur, then foam, then rubber. She was willing to admit that she’d been getting better. But still, she could feel her heart trying to make a break for it. 

“Here.” Shelley held out the teacup in one hand, so that it was within Siobhan’s reach. “Take it.”

It seemed like an eternity before Siobhan finally reached out and took the cup with her bare hand, nearly spilling the cold tea inside on her lap from how much her hand was shaking. She took a long, deep breath. Then another. Five seconds passed. Fifteen. Thirty. It remained whole. Siobhan gave Shelley an incredulous look. Shelley grinned in return.

Before Siobhan even knew what she was doing, she had set down the cup and replaced the glove on her hand. She practically launched herself at Shelley, hugging her so tightly that she gave an involuntary “oof...”

“Haha, hey Sio,” Shelley said, patting her on the back. “You’re really squeezing me there, buddy.” 

Siobhan was already crying. She let up a little, but kept her arms wrapped around her therapist.

“I did it,” she said, choking involuntarily as she did.

“You sure did,” Shelley replied gently. “You sure did.”

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(( don't chase the rabbit ))

((CW: Violence, violence involving children, stabbing, blood))

“What’s this about, then?” Siobhan asked, already wringing her skirt in her small fingers. She hadn’t known what to think when a classmate had pulled her aside on the playground. Now the two of them were crouched behind the gym supply shed. She put a hand around the switchblade in her pocket.

“Da’s in prison,” said the boy in front of her. He was putting on a tough act, but his eyes were red from crying. What was his name? She knew he was from her class, but they basically never talked.

“Okay,” she said slowly. “Sorry to hear that.”

“I’m sure you are,” he said bitterly, leaning forward a bit.

“Right, then,” she said, getting slowly to her feet. “I don’t know what I did, but I’m just gonna-”

The boy grabbed her ankle and she went crashing into the dirt, very nearly breaking her nose on the way down. She squeezed the knife in her pocket.

“Are you fuckin’ mad?” she hissed into the dirt, trying to scramble to her feet. The boy, however, had already sat down on her ankle. And that HURT. “Get offa me!”

She felt something sharp and cold press against her throat as he yanked her head backwards by the hair. Hm. Bad.

“Da’s in prison ‘cause of your mum!” the boy hissed in her ear. She could hear her own blood pounding. 

“That’s not my fault, now is it?” she demanded, finally drawing the switchblade in her pocket. She buried it in the boy’s leg and slipped out of his grasp, the blade cutting a shallow nick in her skin as she did. She pressed her hand to her neck as it began to bleed. 

The boy didn’t wait long before striking her back, socking her in the face hard enough to knock her back into the dirt. Intantly, he was over her, pressing her shoulder into the mud, his small knife hovering over her. 

“Get off!” Siobhan practically begged, squirming under his grip. It was useless, he was much bigger than her. “I didn’t do anything! Get offa me!”

Where was everyone else? Shouldn’t someone have stopped this? Where was their teacher?

“I don’t care!” the boy wailed, tears running down his face. “I’m gonna kill ya!”

Siobhan nearly choked on a sob of her own. With one last, desperate attempt to escape his grasp, the knife that was aimed at her heart buried itself, instead, in her side. Pain blossomed from the wound, and she watched with disbelief and a creeping feeling of numbness as her own blood covered the boy’s hands. The pain was so much. Even wild as she was, she had never been stabbed before. The knife was still buried in her body. Oh god.

Was she going to die? Her heart took off, sending the blood rushing out of the wound faster. She couldn’t die. She was eleven! She couldn’t die at eleven!

Dimly, as if it was coming from miles away, she heard the boy scream, and the pressure of his weight was gone as someone dragged him off of her. And out of the corner of her eye...out of the corner of her eye...

She had to be hallucinating from the pain. Because it couldn’t POSSIBLY be right that the knife had begun to peel apart, flakes of metal and wood and plastic floating slowly away in the wind as deep cracks extended along its length. 

“Mother of god,” she heard someone say distantly. “What the hell...?”

That, she reflected, was a good question. She didn’t think much more before her vision was engulfed in blackness and she passed out.

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He didn’t answer, but he’s alive.

Sigh.

Time to call my idiot cousin and make sure he’s not dead.

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Sigh.

Time to call my idiot cousin and make sure he’s not dead.

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locustaaa replied to your post: locustaaa replied to your post: ...

as someone who did enough uppers to kill a small elephant when i was younger i can firmly say its not rly worth it

Doesn’t really seem it.

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thegooddirt replied to your post: thegooddirt replied to your post: ...

sounds like something someone who’s never smoked weed would say

I mean. I have not. I’m quite satisfied with not doing it, thanks.

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locustaaa replied to your post: locustaaa replied to your post: ...

im jokin man i dont either

Ah.

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locustaaa replied to your post: thegooddirt replied to your post: ...

looks like we got a NERD on our hands

There were concerns about how they might interact with my powers.

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locustaaa replied to your post: I don’t think I’ve left my house except to work in...

drink

Now this, I can get behind.

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roombyroompatiently replied to your post: I don’t think I’ve left my house except to work in...

Sleep or get dragged off to do things by friends who actually do things.

I don’t have many friends. Next.

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thegooddirt replied to your post: I don’t think I’ve left my house except to work in...

get high and watch golden girls

Hm. I don’t do drugs. Next.

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I don’t think I’ve left my house except to work in the past month. What do you people do with your free time?

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varjoshadows:

slightly worse, but maybe you don’t wanna get your hands dirty? i’ll let it slide

Well, I do wear gloves at all times, so.

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I also eat pizza with a knife and fork.

is there a food you eat completely wrong?

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I bite into ice cream.

is there a food you eat completely wrong?

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((For the redesign meme, how about Siobhan? I think there are a few refs on her blog but I can't link on mobile.))

((Fancy suits and organized violence. Everything’s gotta be pinstriped))

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Tybalt:  Uncle, there are MONTAGUES in ouR HOUSE

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