WORST DATE EVER

OK, so I turn up at this lake Lovett/Craft wants me to turn up to. All I have on the meeting is that he's not going to kill me. So that's risky, right? I've waited. And I waited. And I'm still here.

And then this happens:

HE HASN'T SHOWN UP.

I am a very busy girl. I am very in demand. I do not fuck with time wasters.

Get your ass over here or I'm out.

Don't stand me up.

Cunt.

PHILLIP!

You GRASSED on me. You are a grass. You are a GRASS IN THE PARK!

Set foot in Moldova and I shall kill you.

I hope you do. Come heeeere you wanker. I'm ready to snuff a bitch.

♡ She'll Never Get To Heaven ♡

Hello all my little sugar bunnies,

HAVE A LINK TO MY LATEST GLORIES.

Also, I'm 20 now. Yay me!

♡ Hey Guys, Lovett Has A Tazer ♡

So Sanna and I have been in the Telford area lately, although we've been westward bound since. While I am not one for handing out paranoid glances like they're free mints, I still watch my ass, comb the area, maybe get some makeup from Boots. (Seriously, Too-Faced's Candlelight for £25? Oh by the way guize, my birthday's coming up, nudge nudge. You know, I think Sleek has a new shadow palette out as well. But I haven't been able to find it in shops yet. *sigh* Oh who will buy it for me?)

On one of my little nightly pokearounds, I saw a tall boy coming up over the bridge, perhaps just a teensie bit younger than me. Wearing sunglasses. Which roused my suspicions. He had that Running For My Life look about him. And nobody wears sunglasses at night unless they don't want to be recognised.

So I dispersed into birds and blocked his merry way. "Runner or servant?"

"Neither. It's Lovett."

This one. Formerly known as pHIL. It took me a mo to process the name, and then deduce his purpose. I know he told Sanna in the comments that he had some information possibly relating to her father. But SANNA HERSELF hadn't told me to expect him. "Well, I never. On your way to see the train wreck? I hope you brought a gun."

"What use is a gun when you aren't sure you can shoot? Besides, luck and amiableness have kept me alive so far." Luck and amiability will only get you so far, pal.

"Do you at least have a knife? Honestly, it's crazy you're even thinking of going near her. Kelevra and Star done fucked her up good."

"Hopefully this will focus that away from random violence." He raised an A4 envelope into my field of view. "After all, having an aim does wonders for distracting you from random violence. Figured I could do that much. For old time's sake. Besides, I'm not going unarmed." With that, he showed me the Tazer in his pocket. "Should do the job, if needs be."

"A Tazer? Wow, I've never seen a Tazer." I reached for it, ever so politely, I swear. "Can I see it?"

But oh no, Mr Fancy Tazer Pants has to have his Tazer all to himself. "Hope you understand that I'm not letting this go. Too many people out for my head, and if I lose this one I'm not gonna be able to lay hands on another."

"Just for a second." In the wake of my again ever so polite solicitation, I tried to get it from him.

"No. I already feel exposed enough out here without giving away my only real weapon." Mr Fancy Tazer Pants put the Tazer back into the pocket of his hoodie.

I folded my arms. "Why didn't she tell me she was meeting you soon?"

"Didn't necessarily know. I was in the neighbourhood, figured I might as well get it done. That a bad idea?"

"No. It's a terrible idea. But. Your funeral." Dismissive, I gestured in the realm of not giving a fuck.

"I'll be fine. And to prove it I will see you later, Maddie."

Yeah, so from what I little I got out of Sanna, he survived their meeting, so see ya later Tazer Fancy Pants bitch. Hang on, when will I see you later? Did we agree to go tobogganing and I just have Nest amnesia?

Fast forward many hours and I went to pull Sanna's little head off for not telling me we were having a visitor. I mean, that's just rude and bitchy. But first order of business was STUFFS. I don't LIKE being left out of the picture when I've specifically been asked to be IN the picture.

"Didja read what Lovett gave you about your daddy issues?"

Her gaze flittered to the left when I tried to make eye contact. "Yeah."

"Can I see it?"

Face. Ashen. "Ah-uh." A tremble in that utterance . . . . . . . fear? Or maybe denial. One bleeds into another, anyhow.

"Why not? Lemme see." If I'm going to help her with her issues like she wanted, I need to know more about them, don't I? That's always been the rule. "Where did you put the document?"

Saying nowt, she pulled her knees up to her chest and waited.

"Where is it?" I started pawing through her stuff, overturning tattered books and creased clothes.

Her eyes shut, she breathed in, out. "Not today."

"Not today, my ass! Do you want my help or don't you? I'll give you two fucking weeks to get your shit together and show me that, OK?"

"Yeah." Not a flicker of interest in me. Which I can't say keeps me wanting to feed any kind of communication. I don't think she was really arsing herself with the conversation, so I left it there.

♡ Fuck You Guys ♡

Fuck you, Morningstar, and fuck you, Kelevra. I AM NOT UGLY. Moreover, I'm not responsible for your runaway puppy. Also, you should probably give it some water and some Puppy Treats.

I've been investigating them in my spare time, so how very dare you all insist I babysit your puppy. You're lucky she had a lead. Pun not intended, fuck you! ;)

I had birds tracking Sanna, because I, ladies and gents, am made of awesome. Anyway, she was interrogating Crimson Knights to try and find out why they were attacking the city. When I reached her, she was on the outskirts of the fray, stalking a Crimson Knight twice her size. He had a rifle hanging off his back by a strap. She sprinted up behind him, grabbed the rifle either end, pulled, then braced her knee into his spine and released the clasp of the strap. And executed him then and there in a blaze of smoke. I would say Incognito has trained your puppy well.

As she was about to stagger out the smoke and further into the town, I got my birds to herd her back. Seeing me, she raised the rifle and fired. A bird took the bullet for me. She was about to fire again, but she was still disoriented by the smoke. I tried to keep her there until she would be overcome by it. The rifle clattered to the floor, she stumbled even more. Then our efforts were interrupted by another powerhouse Crimson Knight screaming for us to run.

Smoke aside, Sanna looks like a typical Runner and I look like a typical Nest. Yet he was trying to save us. Being an utterly psychotic bitch, Sanna went straight for his throat. She was winning until he got a hold of her arm and hurled her skinny little ass fifteen fucking metres in the opposite direction. It was hilarious. At which point she scrabbled up and ran from the town. I had birds tracking her. She got a few miles before passing out from exhaustion. So I've left her there, she probably still there, maybe alive, maybe dead, not sure. But either way she's not my fucking responsibility, you fucks.

Now if you'll excuse me I have some investigating to do. I'm a real private eye now, see. :3 Tirah.

SANNA!!!

Maybe sometimes I have SHIT to do. You answer YOUR phone. And damn right you're not dreaming! Timberwolves bemoaning that *they* are there so GET OUT OF THERE YOU CRAZY BITCH. LIKE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I GO THERE AND DRAG YOU OUT.

Fuck, bitch you even still alive?

♡ PSA: THAT GIRL Is A Goddamn Problem ♡

Links:
♡ ~ Beginning of Our Road Trip
♡ ~ We Meet My Old Master
♡ ~ Sanna's Losing Her Little Mind 
♡ ~ And Even More Of Her Little Mind
♡ ~ And Even More

JEEZ, trust Alexandria to give only ONE half of the story..........

Just stay away from her.

She is a problem.

Sanna is, to put it lightly and sensitively, a fucking nightmare to work with and I would rather dive naked into a slurry pit than work with her again. All of this, while I'm trying to drive. You have to understand that I was at the end of my tether – no exaggeration here.

Where do I start? She was rather blank, but demanding as fuck, like how am I supposed to know what you want if you're expressing the emotional depth of a spanner? I thought I was the Nest here. She wasn't focusing. She wouldn't go near crowded places. She would not let me touch her at all, unless I moved quickly enough. Every shadow made her flinch. Moments when she'd randomly lose it and start fucking crying again or lash out at me, verbally or otherwise. And she shattered my side mirror in fright because she thought she saw someone in it, clung to her gun like it was a childhood blankie, she was glancing all around everywhere and checking every freaking square metre of a location.

When she FINALLY settled down to sleep in her hypervigilance, she always woke up like ten minutes later screaming like someone had chucked boiling acid on her face.

Every time my phone went off, she broke down into tears, begging some unknown thing not to hurt her. Even when I changed the ringtone from Bad Medicine to Blurred Lines. Unwisely, I tried to get her to talk to me in more detail about what Morningstar had done, in the hopes that it would be therapeutic. Therapeutic, my arse. She jumped out the car, she ran across the fucking motorway, and then she hid from me. It took me two goddamn hours to find her. And two hours more to chase her down.

Basically, that girl is a goddamn problem. AND A FUCKING NUKE ON COUNTDOWN. Avoid at all costs.