"Are you ready for a lifetime of being absolutely badass motherfuckers?"
“We’re Walkers. We’re already bad ass enough. But uh, Fetch? How does robbing an ice cream truck make us bad ass?”
chasingthelxght:
Avoiding eye contact. She wasn’t going to give up the jacket that easily. Abigail grabbed onto her older brother’s arm and pleaded, “No, please, I don’t wanna freeze tonight! You’re the only one I got! Please, please, pleaaseee.”
"That’s it, I’m leaving.” He turned to walk away before adding, “But not without my coat. Hand it over.” Brent knew she wasn’t going to do it, if she did he was going to genuinely worried. “You know what, fuck this.” The older brother grabbed his sister and tossed her over his shoulder, “I’m not letting you down until I get that jacket.”
chasingthelxght:
“No I didn’t. It was definitely you.” She rolled her eyes again. “Hey, I didn’t say tacky. I just said it doesn’t look good if you cut it yourself.” To hopefully persuade him into letting her keep his jacket, her eyes softened and she looked up at him. Puppy eyes used to work on him. “Pleaaaseee?”
“Then who’d going to cut it for me? Seriously speaking.” He did his best to avoid eye contact because he knew exactly what she was trying to do. “I swear to god if you pull the ‘But you’re the only one I have’ line, I’m leaving.”
back to the start; || [brent-walker]
chasingthelxght:
Who knew she’d just go back to her old ways? Craving that high and becoming dependent on the drugs. Having her brother back at her side was a huge relief and it took the guilt off her shoulders, but it seemed the siblings were destined to go back to that life of always being high. After believing she killed Brent, she swore she’d stay off the drugs and make the dealers pay for what they did - and she did do that, but she couldn’t help but go back. Going through days of not ever experiencing that high again was painful. Maybe she wasn’t stable enough to live without being on a constant high. She was always going to be a fucked up junkie.
“Couldn’t get us a lot,” Abigail said to her brother. “Most of the dealers in this goddamn city are peeved about what I did to their little buddies. But, I managed to get us some.”
They were sitting in her neon sign, where she still had his name written in the wall over and over again. It was embarrassing letting him see that - showing just how fucked up she was after killing him and being taken in by the D.U.P. But, all that mattered now was that he was here with her again and she wasn’t going to be alone for the rest of her life. Sure, she had Delsin, but that wasn’t the same. Besides, she was sure that once he found her back on the drugs, he wouldn’t want to be her friend anymore. He’d see that there’s no point in trying to change her ways anymore. Abigail Walker was always going to be a lost cause.
“Ready?” she asked, syringe in her left hand. Her eyes showed her own uncertainty.
It’s like watching a rerun of that one episode you hate, but everything else on TV was even worse than that. So you’re stuck watching that same character make the same mistakes, you wanna call out and tell them for the millionth time to stop but they can’t hear you. They never will.
“Whatever you get is enough.” Brent assured her, it was definitely not as much as he was hoping for but beggars couldn’t be choosers in a situation like this. “But next time let me use my connections, alright?” He knew that this was her way of treating him but her bad rep with the dealers was more like a big flashing sign that warned other dealers.
“I’m thinking about getting back into the game. It’s be some extra cash for us and everything. Whaddya think?” The older sibling asked as he took the belt he undid and wrapped it around his little sister’s bicep, above the crook of her arm, waiting until the vein became more prominent. “Deep breath in.” He instructed as he injected her and then slowly took the needle out of her vein and putting it down in a safe place as he made sure the she was okay. “You good, fetch? Nod if you’re good.”
chasingthelxght:
brent-walker:
“That’s low. Getting it cut is expensive in this city and you know that.” He meekly ran his hand over his hair, “It does look good. It looks better than you. I want my jacket back, you’re such a douche.”
“You started it.” She readjusted the jacket but refused to take it off and give it back to him. “No. I’d freeze without it. Do ya really want your kid sister t’freeze t’death?”
“No you started it. I think.” Brent stopped to try and remember but wasn’t able to, “You said my hair was tacky so yeah maybe I do.”
chasingthelxght:
“They do look good,” she retorted, arms folding over her chest. “Unlike your stupid hair. That’s embarrassing. Seriously - do you just cut it yourself and hope that it looks good?”
“That’s low. Getting it cut is expensive in this city and you know that.” He meekly ran his hand over his hair, “It does look good. It looks better than you. I want my jacket back, you’re such a douche.”
chasingthelxght:
brent-walker:
“Just because you have cute hair doesn’t make you cuter than me.”
[Brent whispers] “You don’t even wear jeans.”
[rolls eyes] “Excuse you, but I wear fashionable leggings! I’m cute and fashionable. Forget it, you’re too ugly to understand that.”
“Fashionable leggings." Brent mimicked, "I thought fashionable meant that they’re supposed to look good.”
"Asking out that dial tone again, I see."
“I’d have an easier time asking people out and getting a yes if you didn’t threaten to kick their teeth in. Fetch. I can handle myself.”
chasingthelxght:
brent-walker:
“Tell me what it’s like being the ugly brother. I mean, I wouldn’t know.”
“Oh, you’re so funny. If there’s anyone here who’s ugly, it’s you. I got the good genes.”
“Just because you have cute hair doesn’t make you cuter than me.”
[Brent whispers] “You don’t even wear jeans.”
