#Convo:Mary

[askwonderlandsprincess]

“You really are hopeless, aren’t you, Cora? So don’t try to do anything anymore. It’s best if you stay out of the way.” (Mary)

“Hopeless?” Cora raised a brow, “I’m a lot of things, but hopeless isn’t one of them.  Maybe you should try taking your own advice.  You are?” @maryxbedevil

[bigtailsmallclaws]

When: Present Day Where: Star City - Near Osborn Labs With: Mary-Jane @you-just-hit-the-jackpot

Mac didn’t exactly like taking up a room in the Osborn Labs building but he didn’t have any other options at present, at least not until he did something about the damn parasite or managed to clear the air with the Thunderbolts. The latter he wasn’t exactly keen on since they bonded him with the thing without his permission. Life went on though and he needed to scope the city out, get a good lay of the land and see where he could hit to get the supplies he needed for his immediate survival. 

He’d barely stepped out of the building when he heard a young voice call his name and blinked several times, it wasn’t the name but how it was said, almost nobody called him ‘Mr. Gargan’ these days unless it was threatening. The sweet, vaguely familiar voice seemed anything but. 

He looked over and clocked the owner of the voice who was walking towards him. It took a few moments but he eventually recognised her as one of Harry’s friends, “O-oh,” he swallowed, “You’re uhr, one of Harry’s friends right?” She’d certainly grown up since he’d seen her last.   

[haunted-jason]

take (c)over // Sept 3.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly as he drove through the scenic roads of Cresthill, Jason couldn’t shake the anxiety that welled in his chest. It wasn’t an uncommon feeling for him, nor one that he put much credence in. Maybe it was the fact that he was driving that his anxiety seemed out to get him; it wasn’t like he could avoid driving completely. He sighed as he turned up the music, hoping it would drown out the thoughts in his head, and the spirit trying to talk to him.

“Where are we going, Jay,” Saren pestered from the passenger seat, taking a moment to look out the window. “This isn’t the way you take to the bars. Not planning on destroying our liver this evening?”

“It’s my liver, and no. I haven’t talked to Marie in awhile and... I want to check in. Return the favor.” While it wasn’t necessarily rare for Marie and Jason to go through conversation droughts, the recent events in town lead him to investigate. It was probably nothing, but it didn’t hurt to check in. She had done so on him for many years; it was time for Jason to show it wasn’t a one-sided friendship. He hoped she didn’t think that, but he wouldn’t blame her if she did.

“Ah. Okay. So you want to be nice for once?” The necromancer offered a cheeky smile, clearly hoping to get some kind of rise out of his host. Though, much to his disappointment, Jason said nothing. He kept his eyes glued to the road, save for the times he flipped through songs. The young man tried to keep upbeat songs playing; even if it didn’t work to keep his mood up, he wanted to believe that it helped.

Jason pulled into the familiar apartment complex, his mind racing. Would Marie see this as intrusive? Was it weird for him to check in on her? Should he even be here? He was showing up without warning; what if she was busy? Fuck. The young man ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head as he parked the car and got out. No, he was thinking too hard on this. It would be fine.

@cresthillites

[joexfraser]

O intervalo entre classes havia finalmente chegado. Joe respirou aliviado, havia sido uma aula estressante. Mais uma entrega de notas e alunos satisfeitos com notas medíocres apenas porque elas não os reprovam. Colocou o seu notebook e o livro que havia sido usado na aula em sua bolsa e se deslocou para os corredores. Caminhou pelos corredores até chegar na área externa da instituição. Fazia o típico calor da Califórnia e o dia estava lindo. Ansiou por uma cerveja, mas murchou com o pensamento de que ainda estava longe do fim do seu dia de trabalho. Andou pelo campus até chegar ao estacionamento onde poderia fumar seu cigarro sem ser incomodado. Encostou-se na parede do prédio da Armstrong, buscou seu isqueiro no bolso da jaqueta jeans e acendeu o cigarro. O prazer da nicotina adentrando seu sistema foi breve, Joe escutou umas risadas de um grupo de meninos e foi se atentar ao que se tratava. Três meninos estavam encurralando uma menina enquanto ela tentava voltar para o prédio da instituição. Não é problema seu, Joe, pensou. Deu mais uma tragada e desviou o olhar. Ouviu, então, um grito da menina. É isso, chega! Foi andando em direção a confusão repetindo em sua mente que não poderia em hipótese alguma tocar em um dos rapazes, mesmo que eles já fossem grandinhos demais. “Eu vou ser breve para que eu não me estresse” disse entre os dentes assim que ficou próximo dos rapazes “Soltem ela” Joe rezou para todos os santos que aquilo fosse suficiente e ele não se estressasse, de verdade. Porém, aparentemente não era. O líder da mini gangue de herdeiros desferiu desaforos e desafiou Joe sobre o que ele iria fazer caso eles não a soltassem. O loiro sorriu sarcástico antes de pegar o menino pelo colarinho do blazer. “Você acha que eu tenho medo das ameças de um riquinho que nem saiu das fraldas?” indagou, agora sem sorriso nenhum. “Você vai deixar ela em paz. Sabe o porquê? Porque eu não sou professor vinte e quatro horas por dia. E você não vai querer me encontrar quando eu sou apenas o Joe, e não o Sr. Fraser” largou o menino com um empurrão e o viu ir embora tentando recobrar a moral que tinha com os amigos. Virou para a menina e perguntou “Você está bem?”

@babysharkbr​

[asktheprincessofhearts-archive]

Cautiously, Cora entered the room, “Hey. Wicked to see you too- I’m glad you’re back.” She paused, then added, “I don’t mean to pry, and you don’t have to tell me, but Iris mentioned that people haven’t been as...accepting of you. Is that true?”

Open Starter: Back to school

Mary felt a tear slide down her face as she silently packed away her belongings. She hadn’t wanted to leave home, fearful that when she came back to school she wouldn’t have any friends. Mary did not want to be alone again but it was easier to just push people away then have them be bullied just because they were associated with her. She just wanted to go back to when it was just Iris, Toby, Carrington and her.  Life was simpler then.

Looking around her clean room she sighed, it wasn’t going to be easy, showing her friends that she meant it when she said that she was there for them. That she wasn’t going to push them away even if it meant that hey would see just how bad things were for her. Leaving again just wasn’t an option, even if running from her problems sounded amazing.

[call-me-officer-evans]

president-du-drame-evans replied to your post: Do you ever read ARLH fanfiction?

Nadia/Kenneth. Kadia? Nenneth? C’mon, Ridley, let’s put a ship name to it.

You would be the one to encourage this. 

...I like Kadia. I'm putting Mary's name in next...

Smut. Don't like, don't read. Mary Evans has a bone to pick with EJ after he borrows her laptop and accidentally knocks a glass of soda onto it, deeming it broken as fuck. Basically this is what happens when Mary borrows a few neckties from Ken, heads over to EJ's house, ties him to his bed and you know the rest. LEMONS. THIS FIC IS FULL OF LEMONS. 

Ew. 

[theoverlooked]

Sister Dear || Jennifer & Mary

@maryxsibley

"Sorry. I got lost."   "Lost? Durr! What are we going to do with you? Come on in!"   She led me through the frosted-glass doors into the lounge, shouting, "She got lost, everyone!" "Bridget! Happy New Year!" said Geoffrey Alconbury, clad in a yellow diamond-patterned sweater. He did a jokey Bob Hope step then gave me-

A knock sounded at the door.

Jennifer looked up from her reading of Bridget Jones’s Diary and frowned, she liked the beginning with the ‘Curry Buffet’ On some level it was always a tad disappointing when she arrived to a New Years party that didn’t have one. More importantly who was disturbing her? Books like this were akin to pleasurable research for her and she loathed to be interrupted. 

With a huff she rose from her sofa and sashayed over to the door; she opened it with a ready smile on her face that dropped to a grimace once she recognised the woman on the other side of the door.

Mary.

Without a word she walked back into her apartment but left the door ajar. 

“To what do I owe the displeasure you old hag?” she began casually.

[evansslily]

Mary? Está acordada? Sei que já é bem tarde e todas as meninas já estão em seu décimo terceiro sono mas não consigo dormir vendo você se mexer de um lado pro outro embaixo dessas cobertas sabendo o que te mantém acordada. Quer um pouco de companhia?

[asktheprincessofhearts-archive]

Then there are no hard feelings. Wicked to meet you.

No hard feeling Princess? I would never want to fight with a fellow redhead!

…it depends how you feel about Alice.

[fabianprwett]

Mas quem diria, Mary MacDonald. Estou tendo alucinações ou você está fora do salão comunal depois do horário de recolher? Eu não estar respeitando o curfew é algo perfeitamente natural, nós dois sabemos disso, mas até onde eu saiba você tinha um pouco mais de apreço pelas regras, não é? Será que vai chover meteoros amanhã depois desse acontecimento?

[asktheprincessofhearts-archive]

Cora’s heart went out to Mary. She felt awful for the other girl, and gently reached out to touch her arm before pulling back, not wanting to make Mary uncomfortable.

“Maybe you could ask your uncle,” Cora suggested, “I’m sure he must know who your mom is.” At Mary’s comment with regard to parents, the princess laughed and said, “Twice as easy to get in trouble.”

Open Starter: Fixing broken things

Mary was ready, she was ready to finally fix her mother’s broken tea set. He father had brought it out and he and her uncles had decided to have a party. She had been so mad that she had left for her grandpa white rabbits home for the week. He father had tried to get her to come back and eventually, like all the other times she had left for her grandpa’s house, she had come back. 

She snapped out of her daydream and carefully brought out her tea set. Looking at the broken pieces her eyes welled up in tears. It was the only thing she had left of her mother and now it’s in ruins. Her tears dried up and she set her shoulders in determination. She was going to fix this tea set if it was the last thing that she did. She sat down in her chair and brought out the glue, turnig when she heard a knock on the door. “Oh, you’ve come to help?” She asked the person at the door.

[call-me-officer-evans]

scary-mary-evans replied to your post: Oooh, have I touched a nerve, Mr. Calm-And-Composed? Not my fault your sisters are idiots.

Oh god, not you too…

I'm guessing the anons like to attack everybody, so I've decided not to let it get to me. 

[asktheprincessofhearts-archive]

Thank you, Mary. I’m honored.

Red queen or white queen?

Oh, well I’ve never met the red queen. The white queen is nice but I’m going to go with neither and say princess Cora @asktheprincessofhearts

[call-me-officer-evans]

scary-mary-evans replied to your photo

If you hear a cackling sound, that’s me.

If you see a middle finger in the air, it's mine and meant in a loving way. 

[asktheprincessofhearts-archive]

Cora knocked on the door, “Hey, Mary? Are you there?” She and Mary had only spoken a few times, but after Iris told her some Auradonians had been less than kind to Mary for her Wonderland characteristics, the princess felt compelled to check on her. Awkwardly, she twiddled her fingers, slightly nervous.

Open Starter: Back to school

Mary felt a tear slide down her face as she silently packed away her belongings. She hadn’t wanted to leave home, fearful that when she came back to school she wouldn’t have any friends. Mary did not want to be alone again but it was easier to just push people away then have them be bullied just because they were associated with her. She just wanted to go back to when it was just Iris, Toby, Carrington and her.  Life was simpler then.

Looking around her clean room she sighed, it wasn’t going to be easy, showing her friends that she meant it when she said that she was there for them. That she wasn’t going to push them away even if it meant that hey would see just how bad things were for her. Leaving again just wasn’t an option, even if running from her problems sounded amazing.

[asktheprincessofhearts-archive]

Cora bit her lip, unsure how to delicately ask the question, “You don’t know who your mother is?” She couldn’t fathom the idea- she herself based so much of her identity off her own mother that the thought of not having one was completely foreign.

“I’m sure she thinks about you,” Cora said after a moment, “I mean, even ‘villain’ moms think about their kids-“ abruptly, she stopped, clapping her hands over her mouth, “Not that I’m saying your mom’s a villain, or anything.” She groaned, “I’m not frabjous at this whole support thing, am I?”

Open Starter: Fixing broken things

Mary was ready, she was ready to finally fix her mother’s broken tea set. He father had brought it out and he and her uncles had decided to have a party. She had been so mad that she had left for her grandpa white rabbits home for the week. He father had tried to get her to come back and eventually, like all the other times she had left for her grandpa’s house, she had come back. 

She snapped out of her daydream and carefully brought out her tea set. Looking at the broken pieces her eyes welled up in tears. It was the only thing she had left of her mother and now it’s in ruins. Her tears dried up and she set her shoulders in determination. She was going to fix this tea set if it was the last thing that she did. She sat down in her chair and brought out the glue, turnig when she heard a knock on the door. “Oh, you’ve come to help?” She asked the person at the door.