This is it.
Mollie. I guess Marilyn's not so much of a code name anymore. 17. Stuck here & fed on false promises. But hey, let's be friends.
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This is it.
Mollie. I guess Marilyn's not so much of a code name anymore. 17. Stuck here & fed on false promises. But hey, let's be friends.
Post Sorting | Tunes | Facts | Relationships | About | Theory | Sloane | Waylon | OOC
writing prompt #006
There’s dust on the walls. She never noticed before, but it’s there. Little puffs so small that the fake-warm darkness of her room doesn’t light them up. Mollie can feel the dirt on her fingers as she presses her palm up against the plastered brick. It almost feels like the building’s alive.
Sometimes it feels like I’m really alone. I guess that’s normal. I guess loads of people feel it. It’s only just hit me now that that’s basically true.
There was mom, dad, Way and Sloane. Now there’s only Way and Sloane. And I’m not even sure if I can count Sloane because she doesn’t even look at me. God I’m so sick of whining. This isn’t who I am.
I didn’t even know there were ways for us to talk to the Doctor.. I’m going to have to try that ASAP. He’s probably really good at avoiding questions, by now. I can be pretty relentless - I’ll just ask until he answers. Actually, I’m pretty sure all of this is some big government experiment. My dad’s definitely up to something. He must be paying the Doctor pretty good to keep him running this place. So predictable of him, he loves to get other mindless drones to do his bidding.
What’d she say about my brothers and I? Probably bitching about us, right? Typical. That’s totally understandable. My siblings and I are the same way, if you couldn’t already tell. Sometimes I feel like Galia and I are from two different worlds. It’s just easier to ignore each other, rather than pretend we actually have anything in common. I think it’s pretty typical with siblings, right? All the siblings I’ve met here have issues of their own. It’s pretty impossible to get along 24/7. Junk food solves all problems. I love my siblings, but I kind of have to, don’t I? We just don’t see eye to eye on anything. I guess I’d say I’m closer to Rikker but we still don’t have much of a relationship. It frustrates me how he lets people walk all over him and he’s just so damn naive when it comes to things like love. I wish he’d just stand up for himself. Do you and your brother get along?
I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, blondie. Just don’t expect us to do face masks and braid each other’s hair, or anything. It’s starting to feel like we’re in that old movie… Groundhog’s Day, I think it was called? Every day is the same thing over and over again and there’s nothing we can do to stop it.
I can see you being an actor. Are you any good? Did you do plays and stuff back home, or something? We had a TV in every room back home. I rarely watched it unless I was pretending to be sick to get out of a boring meeting and some trashy reality TV show was on. I’d say that’s pretty embarrassing, yes. I hate chick flicks. Romance always ruins a movie for me.. But since we’re sharing embarrassing facts, I cried watching that movie The Notebook. Galia forced me to watch it awhile back and it was incredibly cheesy, but the old couple was what really got to me. I can’t handle sick old people! It’s my weakness.
The Notebook? Oh my god I hated that. I hate crying. I can’t even watch —there was this TV show called Futurama, right? My brother was into it -he collected all of the old…DVDs? I think that’s what they were called back when they were made. Anyway, there was an episode where Fry, who’s this human from the past, adopts this dog and then when he goes to the future the dog waits for him to come home and he never comes home and—
Now I’m rambling. I always do that. I’m sorry and I’m crossing my lips right now.

Except not because thank you! Rupert -my driver- said I was good. I can’t wait to be on the big screen, even though I read more than I watch TV. Do you like books?
And yeah. If I had a radio I’d be expecting it to keep telling me tuesday and waking me up with ‘Heat of the Moment.’ Without all the dying though. Okay, so maybe I watched a little TV. I promise to stay away from your hair if you stay away from mine. Last time someone braided me, I ended up with chocolate in my scalp. Long story. I will, however, share the food I find with you because that’s what good friends do.
Or at least, that’s what anyone who wants to be my friend does. [Mollie winks, smiling brightly. This is actually -wow. She likes talking here. She likes it a lot. This is actually genuine and it rocks her a little.]
My brother and I are something I won’t ever be able to figure out. He’s so aggravating, but then he’s the best thing ever, and then he goes around and turns it on the head. We just keep hurting each other and we don’t mean to. I don’t know why, but it’s a cycle. The bright side of it is that at least he speaks to me like I’m a human, rather than a stone. And with you and Galia? I think you’re right. My sister and I get along better when we’re not together. It’s how it works.
I have no idea what this whole place is, if we’re an experiment or if this is really a safe house. Questions and everything —I just want out. I’m going to find out. It’s probably clichéd to say ‘whatever it takes,’ but that’s what I mean.
As he continued to force his legs to jump up the legs at top speed, he realized that they were almost to the top. Despite his horrible cardio habits, or lack thereof, he had actually done better than he thought he would. A breathless laugh escaped his lips as he heard Mollie comment on the fact that he had also done better than she had originally expected. A second after, he had realized that laughing was the worst decision he had made that day. Kiptain lost a lot of breath, breath that he didn’t necessarily have. This caused him to slow down slightly but he continued to keep the lead.
He couldn’t see much, just the steps in front of him as well as the walls that would indicate the end of one flight of stairs. He couldn’t see how close Mollie was, though he did hear her steps close behind and this caused him to slightly worry. Why was he so damn competitive? He pushed those thoughts out of his head as looked at the numbers; one more flight to go. He would easily win and that caused him to smile despite the lack of breath and burning sensation in his legs. Now his brother could shut the hell up about how he never ran. Unfortunately something caused him to lose focus. He heard Mollie’s voice behind him and her comment caused him to slightly waver and stop in his tracks for a second. “What?” He quickly realized what she had done and he started up the steps again.
A look of defeat crossed his features as she had passed him. “That’s foul play.” He called. “You know I can’t help but take in compliments.” He stopped running as he realized that he wouldn’t be able to catch up to her considering they were on the last flight of stairs. He slowly walked up the steps and he tried to catch the breath that he had lost from the race. Kiptain hated losing, he really hated it. He didn’t want to seem as though he had just lost the biggest competition of his life, though he happened to act that way even during a game of monopoly so it would be difficult to hide. He finally reached the top and dropped the bags. “That’s unfortunate; I had a lot of plans.” He smirked and took a deep breath. “Do with me what you will.”
Mollie’s lips spread into a wide grin as she hears the footsteps behind her stutter to a stop. It’s almost humorous how easy that was. He better watch out come poker night because if a compliment stalls him then her poker face will leave him floored. She’ll probably have to learn how to play the game better, though. The fact that she’s actually got plans for future activities with someone who’s, frankly, really intriguing her is even worth the lecture she’ll probably get from Way when she asks him to play.
Her thighs ache, hands are trembling and she almost drops the bags 3 times on her way up the last half flight of stairs. Mollie’s heart’s thudding in her chest, breathe expelled and inhaled like it’ll save her from falling over (and it probably has), the last couple of steps looking like a godsend as -holy crap- Kip’s still behind her. She’s going to win this. She’s going to beat him. Yeah! This is awesome! If she had a clue what she was going to ask him to do for her that’d be good, too. For all her talk, she hadn’t exactly expected to be the first one on the roof. But, as her knees buckle and the bags fall out of her hands, she is.
Back hitting the wall as Mollie falls through the door, a massive sigh pushes its way out of her lungs. She allows herself a few seconds, (and in those seconds the man she’d raced up here walks through the door after her -how did he even get here so soon after her when he’d beenwalking?) before jumping up.
“Hah! I totally beat you!”
And yeah, foul play. He’s right. A little smile rolls its way around her lips as she looks at brown eyes that are just that little bit crinkled at the edges. The smirk that replaces an almost dejected expression less than a second later causes her to bite her tongue.
“That almost sounds lewd,” Mollie replies to his easy admission, leaning against the brick behind her, ‘I might get the wrong idea.”
Her eyes are light up, cheeks flushed and although he doesn’t look it, she’s willing to bet that he’s worn out as well. The bag under her leg opens as she leans over and snakes her hand in, pulling out two bottles of water (out of the four in there) and the bag of chips that she’s pretty sure he’s earned.
“Here,” She throws first one bottle, then the packet over, “You’re gonna have to let me think on that one. There’s a lot of things I want to do with you.”
That definitely didn’t come out the way she meant it to. Mollie hopes he doesn’t catch the slight red brushing along her cheeks. She flips the lid off of her bottle and raises it to her lips.
No, not really. Only 4 days, I’m certain. I do try to escape from my hotel room as often as I can. Too close to home.
Too close to.. [Mollie trails off, mulling this over.] Huh. [She won’t push it -the look on his face says enough. Maybe if they become friends. Maybe with time.]

Have you seen all we have to offer yet? Not gonna lie, there’s a lot to do here -if you’re into doing nothing at all.
Don’t play innocent! You have looked at me like I was lower than the Maddox name before. You. Way. Mom. Dad. I’ve always been the one that didn’t fit and you would always make a point to point it out just like they did. So if you look up to me, you had a very odd way of showing it. I could of told you? Oh really? Because when I got here I was alone! I looked for you and you were no where to be found. I told you. When I seen you, I told you. Just as I told Way even if he did not believe me. You’ve never been there for me. I - I ah….oh fuck don’t be stupid Mollie. it’s obvious that I l—….you know.
About what? About them?
Says who? There are a ton of people here…
Yeah.
I don’t know where you’re getting your information because I’ve never looked down on you. I didn’t do that -we argued, but everyone does that. I don’t even know about mom and dad. They ignored me. At least you got attention from them! I was nothing! And that doesn’t even matter!
I’ve tried to be there for you, Slo-you don’t know how much I want to. Highschool, first year -you let me borrow your jacket and I wore it for a week and you got so pissed at me but I couldn’t help it because I wanted to be like you. I want to be around you, but you don’t let me. You don’t ever—I miss you. And I’m not being stupid! I don’t even know where I stand with you. I spent a month looking for both of you here. This…

I don’t even know what I’m saying. I’m sorry you’re hurting. I’m sorry I’m hurting. I’m sorry you don’t know how mu-
I’m sorry, and I’m leaving. I can’t do this.