ain't no passing praise [weird sisters]

[SKYLAR AURA WEIRD]

"I don't fucking want to fight you, you stupid idiot!" Skylar Aura Weird yelled at the person standing in front of her with his fist flexed, arm pulled backwards and blood dripping from his knuckles. He'd already punched Skylar in the mouth and split her lip, causing it to bleed, and she was refusing to punch him back - she had standards. Standards that were set by morals; which included the one where a male should never hit a female - she was trying to make him see this by reversing the roles; hences her trying to hold herself steady and not hit him like he'd done to her. "You know that it's rude to hit a lady, right?" The youngest of the 'weird' sisters was probably the most violent; capable of murder and everyone knew that, unfortunately for this male in front of her she was so close to losing the end of her tether and she knew that he knew it, too. At her comment he swung his fist again. This time Skylar was ready for him and ducked; she grabbed his arm, twisted it around and slammed him up against the wall. "I said; I don't want to fucking fight you, so you fucking listen to me otherwise your head is going against the wall and it'll make a very nice red mark, got it?" For a sixteen year old she could be pretty damn intimidating when she wanted to be.

The male decided that he didn't like Skylar and ended up punching her in the face again; this time she actually fell over, landing in a muddy puddle, head hitting the cold, hard ground. Stars in her eyes and elephants in pink tutu's running around her head. The male ran away quickly and the brunette slowly sat herself up. There was now mud all up her arms, on her face and covering her clothes. With a sigh, the sixteen year old 'student' attempted to brush down her clothes but only succeeded in making herself a lot more messier than she was already. "Fuck sake." Came the grumble as she got to her feet to survey the damage done. Her lip was split completely and there was blood pouring out of it, running down her chin and going down her neck; but she didn't seem to care much. What was hurting her more was the cut on her hand. "Stupid male species." Shaking her head, Skylar moved over to the wall, clenched her fist and punched it. She punched it so hard that it ripped the cut open so much more that blood poured out of it. A yell escaped her lips, followed by breathless curse words and mumbling under her breath. Now she was done for; her sisters were going to question her and she was going to be in heaps of trouble.

Ignoring the fact that she was now covered in mud and soaked in her own blood, Skylar pulled the sleeves down on her hoodie and half walked, half ran away from the scene of the crime - not that there was a crime, but you know.. Not sure of where to go, or where her sisters would be, Skylar walked and walked for what seemed like forever - by this time she was so tired she felt as though she was going to fall over. Eventually though she arrived at the Globe Theatre and practically fell through it. She knew that either one of her sisters would be in there, and they could sort her out because she wasn't capable of doing so herself at the moment - well, she was capable of sorting herself out usually, but she was just so tired she couldn't. "Honey, I'm home." The brunette called out to no-one in particular as she entered the building and flopped herself down on the closet chair. "Muddy Skylar at your service." She called out again, leaning her head on her shoulder and closing her eyes.

[STARR ASTRA WEIRD]

Starr breathed in deeply as she looked up the streets of Verona Beach. She actually hated this place sometimes and wished for just once she could live the way she wanted instead of the way she was told to because of this damn town. She lit her cigarette quickly and looked around as she took a long drag of the sweet cancer stick. Menthol cigarettes, the ones she really loved, something she liked to joke was like brushing your teeth with cancer. But she always agrued that something was gonna kill you, so why not make it something you chose it to be. She knew if she didn't die from lung cancer, her liver would drown from the masses of alcohol she drank. Shaking her head, she set herself on the window sill, looking at the floor of the Globe. She didn't think it was wise to be thinking death right now, she didn't want to admit it, but she was scared of dying, she was too young to die, but she didn't do a lot to stop herself from dying, she was a bit of a messed up fool. That was just Starr all over in reality, but that's why she needed something to help her.

Looking down at her feet, she kicked her Converse on the lino floor, kicking up the dirt and little stones that other people had dragged into the place. She knew most people in this town kind of hated her, but she didn't care any more, she just wanted to live and if living meant being hated, so be it. although she did know there were a few boys that she wouldn't mind shacking up with and maybe they would shack up with her. she knew she was a slut, and she didn't care, she was living in the moment. That's what she liked to call it and that's what she was sticking to because in all honesty, she hated being told what to do and if she told people she was living in the moment, they tended to leave her alone. Although, most people left her alone because, well, she was Starr and she was just a little bit scary. Most people avoided her just to avoid the fighting and the shouting, which she liked because it meant she could just get away from it all.

She settled onto the window sill a little more, looking around The Globe, there was no one else around, usually this place was swarming with Montagues; smoking, drinking, playing pool or anything else that they wanted to do. She was just smoking out of a window, she was having fun doing so in the peaceful surroundings. That was until her bloody - and muddy - sister walked in, she looked up from her cigarette, slightly dumbfounded as to why her sister was covered in blood and mud. She was the oldest sister, she was supposed to look after them, but no, they always seemed to find a way to get into trouble. She raised an eyebrow as she looked at Skylar. "And what the fuck happened to you?" she asked, slowly getting to her feet and approaching her sister. She took another drag of the cigarette, blowing the smoke away from the little one and moving to the chair next to her sister. She sat herself down in a huff and watched the brunette for a moment, wondering what the hell happened to her.

[SOHALIA ANGEL WEIRD]

Alli's head throbbed painfully, and she winced as she started to sit up. She ran a hand through her hair and let out a low groan. The ends were matted with died vomit, and glancing around the student-filled living room, she couldn't tell weather or not it was her own. "Never again." she mumbled to herself, beginning to disentangle her limbs from those of the girl beside her who was still asleep. Of course, Sohalia noted with a grim smile, that resolution would be lucky to last to the end of the week. She made herself the same promise the morning after almost every party she went to, but when it came down to it, she just couldn't seem to stay away. Feeling like her brain was about to explode, Alli slowly padded barefoot through the flat, stepping over the passed out and sleeping party guests as she went. The blonde delved into the pocket of her tight, white denim shorts for her blackberry, checking the time. Seven twenty-eight. "Jesus Christ!" she thought, putting a hand to her head. She had a habit of waking up insanely early; even when she'd been partying until 5 in the morning Sohalia was always up and about before anyone else.

Spotting her prized black felt trilby hat lying beside a pile of empty bottles, she took a small detour, side-stepping a snoring pair of boys with their arms around each other to retrieve it. Sohalia smiled warmly at the sight of them before moving on to track down her other things. Seeing cute couples like that always gave her a little burst of hope for herself. Maybe she'd find a girl willing to put up with her craziness one of these days. After locating her cassette-shaped lighter, a pack of cigarettes, and her warm, oversized grey hoodie, Alli wandered out of the flat and down the stairs. She put a cigarette between her lips and lit it with one hand, carrying her mary-janes in the other as she left the building . She shivered slightly in the crisp, early morning air, and came to a halt at a low wall, perching on it to put her shoes on and looking out over the slightly run-down part of Bridge End that so many students had made their home.

She took a long, deep drag of her cigarette and then exhaled slowly, watching idly as the wisps of smoke rose, clinging to the breeze tightly and spiralling upwards. The problem with Verona was that everybody was so caught up with image and taking sides. Even Sohalia and her sisters had jumped on the bandwagon, latching on to the Montagues. It was the only way to guarantee safety here. Of course, the Weird sisters had never been ones for loyalty, unless it was to each other. People seemed to have picked up on that fact, and it was rare for anyone to trust them. Not that Alli minded. She never trusted anyone any more than they did her. Why would she, when she knew how easy it was to sell someone out? She fiddled absent-mindedly with her dog tags and took another puff of her cigarette, wondering how long it would take for guy who owned the flat to wake up to the carnage she'd left behind. For some reason, no matter how many of these parties the hosts had attended in others' homes, when they woke up to find their own place like this they always wore the same expression of horror on their faces. Even by Sohalia's standards, this wreckage was pretty spectacular. If she had been a more sympathetic person, she'd have felt rather bad for the unfortunate sod who had to clean up.

Alli didn't know how long she'd been wandering the streets. Eventually, though, she found herself standing outside the Globe Theatre. Smiling to herself at the familiar sight of what had become her second home, Sohalia made her way inside, not caring whether or not anyone would be around. Seeing her sisters gathered together, she sauntered over and grinned at them both. "Sup, chicas?" she asked brightly, hopping up to sit on the stage. That was when she finally noticed the blood and dirt all over Skylar. "What the fuck have you been getting up to now?" she sighed, and the smile slid quickly from her face. One of these days, that girl was going to get herself into some serious shit.

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