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If you aren't Fluffeh_Kyle or Achamo-Chan get the ******** out of my thread. Kthxby. Cast Achamo-Chan as the lovely, anorexic~~ʟɑυʀɑ ϻѻѻȵұ Sorry, Kyle, I forgot your character's name, but I'll edit it in. XD |
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Alex was both glad and unnerved that this place had a designated smoking area. He was at the one nearest the front entrence, and by nearest he meant about twenty yards. He had only been there for about ten minutes, but he'd already gone through three ciggerates in a row. His shaking still hadn't stopped. And why would it have? Nicotine wasn't what he was craving right now. That party had been the worst mistake of his life. He couldn't even really remember that week, spent drunk. Very drunk. He couldn't believe how lucky he'd been to have gotten into that fender-bender on the way to another party. He would probablly have become something he'd rather not. Even now the risk still was high, at least all his current addictions would do if he was deprived of them was make him shake. Alchohol...he'd seen movies of detox, it wasn't pretty. Caffene, Nicotine...half a dozen other substances usually regarded as harmless. All he could do was try to get himself cured before he wound up on the streets. Right now though, he could still indulge in a few. Like his ciggerates. He lit his fourth in a row and looked arround. Other students milled about, comparing schegules and talking, trying to avoid the attendent following them in some cases. Most had dark circles from hell under their eyes. Alex felt, not for the first time, that he really had no right to be here. He wasn't so screwed up compaired to everyone else. Nothing was really that wrong with him. Of course...it was eather get help or get worse...
...or die. Always an option, that. Not one he would ever take...he thought. Alex pulled his mind back to the present...and quickly realized the present had nothing to turn his mind too. |
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ʟɒυʀɒ ϻѳѳɴɣ I smile when I'm angry I cheat and I lie I do what I have to do To get by  On the outside, Laura Moony was as any other girl. She was spunky and eccentric. She loved music. She was energetic, sweet and silly. She was a completely normal girl, and that was the Laura that everyone knew.On the inside, the girl was facing a personal battle that no one knew about -- not even her parents until a year after it started. Perfection. It was just a word. A word thrown around like any other, spoken with ease the way someone would say the word chip or cola. It was regarded as just a word, like any other, by near everyone in existence. Laura was an exception. Two years ago, Laura was confident with herself. She had a good metabolism, so no one could ever call her fat, and she was well-liked and simple. One and a half years ago, the confidence was wearing away as she gained a few pounds, but she was still happy-go-lucky as normal. One year ago, people began to pick on her about her weight, even though it wasn't that bad, and Laura started to starve herself. She moved onto bulimia half a year ago, and eventually just started to alternate. She wouldn't eat anything beyond a single apple slice for one month, and then for another, she would eat huge meals and then make herself puke five times after the meal. She was getting thinner and thinner, and closer to the perfection she desired. Of course, secrets cannot be kept forever, and Laura's parents found out. Two months of family talks. One month of overprotective watching to make her eat. Three months of therapy. None of it worked. Laura was getting dangerously thin, and dangerously sick. Her parents were desperate. The only thing they had left was a mental institution. Of course Laura had been reluctant. "I'm not mental!" she screamed for days, "I'm doing this on my own free will! I can stop whenever I want!!" "Why don't you?" They asked. "I need to be perfect." There had never been any reasoning with Laura. They just sent her. She packed up two duffel bags, and was forced there. She entered silently, and hadn't said a word for two months. The first time she spoke was when she stubbed her toe on the wall in the middle of the night when going to the bathroom. [********] And words just kept coming after that. There was Group Therapy, which was when everyone in her age group would meet together and discuss their problems together. Laura never said a word that wasn't a sarcastic mutter insulting the therapist. There was Individual Therapy, which was, of course, a one-on-one with a therapist. Laura never said a word at all. Wandering around the institution whenever something wasn't scheduled, Laura still didn't speak much. Most of the "inmates", as she referred to them, would become close friends, like peanut butter and jelly, and never let go of each other. Laura didn't. She made snarky comments, glared, and just generally pissed people off. She was no longer that happy-go-lucky, spunky kid that everyone adored. Laura Moony was an anorexic b***h. ~~*~~ Today, the new year had started. Some parents took their kids home for the summer. Laura was not one of them. She'd been at the "institution" all school year last year, and now this summer. The "inmates" were going around comparing their schedules like nothing was wrong. It pissed Laura off. A lot. The smell of smoke always made her feel better. It was oddly relaxing. She liked to hang out in the smoking area, even though she didn't smoke. Just the smell of nicotine calmed her nerves, even if she wasn't addicted. Taking her tote bag, she just began to walk to the area, her attendant right behind her. Laura was a "food disorder patient". She had to have an attendant with her everywhere. If Laura had to pee, that attendant was right outside the door, ear pressed against it to make sure she wasn't shoving her finger down her throat. Laura had learned to ignore Cindy, or Mandy, or Mariah, or whoever this lady was. It didn't quite matter to her. Cindy/Mandy/Mariah never liked it when Laura went into the smoking area. Apparently she used to be a smoker and didn't want to get addicted again. "Too damn bad," Laura would say, and then just sit on a bench and breathe. {{The two hearts, by the way, link to the youtube video and the lyrics to the song that those lyrics are from. The centered lyrics and the other lyrics are from different songs. The second lyrics would be Laura's theme song, for sure.}} |
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Alex looked at the girl sitting by him. She had an attendant following her, who looked really uncomfortable. The girl looked like she really didn't care. Alex had to wonder what she was doing in a smoking area when she wasn't smoking. He was the only other person at this one...so he mightn't thought she wanted to talk to him...if it weren't for the fact that she seemed to almost pointedly be looking away from him.
Her attendant stood back a ways, and kept lifting her hand to her nose to block out the smell. She didn't look disgusted like most people who reacted to smoke like that did. She looked...oh. He put the ciggerate he was in the middle of out, tossing it, and looked around to try to find something else to do. He looked at the girl and, staying seated on the bench leaned back into the table and looked at her. "Hey." he greeted. |
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ʟɒυʀɒ ϻѳѳɴɣ I smile when I'm angry I cheat and I lie I do what I have to do To get by Laura tried to not pay attention to him for a minute, but the attendant was coming a little more into the room now that he had thrown away the cigarette. She was looking at Laura expectantly, sort of, and Laura rolled her eyes at Cindy/Mandy/Mariah and turned to the boy that had greeted her."Yeah?" she asked, trying not to start conversation. She was trying to end it, really, and just really hoped he didn't say anything. If he was done smoking, she would just get up and leave when the smell was gone. If he was in the middle of a sentence, or a thought, or whatever, she would just stand and leave, just like that. She was that kind of person. "What's your schedule like?" Cindy/Mandy/Mariah asked the boy suddenly, hoping to start conversation between them. Laura groaned and gave her a subtle middle finger, but just prominent enough for her to see. She stepped back a little, flustered. She reached into the bag next to her anyway and pulled out a thin, plastic three-ringed binder. "Maybe you and Laura here have some of the same classes. What's your name?" Laura gave her a much more prominent finger, and she stepped back a little more, but kept flipping through the binder anyway. "MacBee ... Morison ... whoops, too far! ... Moony! Laura Moony, here's your schedule," she pulled apart the rings and took the schedule out, then closed the rings again. "What's your name?" she asked again, "I have all the schedules on file here." At this point, Laura had both her fingers up at Cindy/Mandy/Mariah, there for all to see. |
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She didn't want to talk. Her attendant wanted her to talk. He gave her as sympathetic expression as he could, then said "Alexander Jones." to the attendant and, then, to her "We'll see if I'll end up seeing you around, huh?"
Then he got up and walked away. It was really the nicest thing he could do right now. It wasn't like the cigarettes had been helping anyway. He had to find something else now. He hadn't stopped shaking like he'd wanted, but then he guessed he'd have to learn to live with that, wouldn't he? He walked back into the building, toward his bedroom. Past dozens of people, some who seemed just a little too happy to be genuine, others being...well...not unlike the girl from the smoking area. ...so why was he so much more annoyed at them than he'd been at her? |
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ʟɒυʀɒ ϻѳѳɴɣ I smile when I'm angry I cheat and I lie I do what I have to do To get by "Alexander J--oh." Cindy/Mandy/Mariah frowned, seeing that he left. She compared the two schedules anyway and then said, "Laura, your schedules are so similar! You'll see him around a lot. I think the only thing you don't share is your Dorm Time, because of the gender difference. Isn't that nice?"Laura ignored the attendant and inhaled deeply. The smell was gone. "I'm outta here," she said, purposely making sure not to say 'we'. She walked down the halls briskly, thankful that today there wouldn't be many classes. They'd be introduced to their math, science, English and history teachers, and the rest of the day would be mainly unpacking and free time. "Gimme my schedule," Laura demanded. "I, uh--" "Come on!" she shouted, and Cindy/Mandy/Mariah handed her the piece of paper. She looked it over. Her first class with this Alex kid was in about ten minutes. "Whoop dee ******** doo," she said, shoving the schedule in her pocket. Cindy/Mandy/Mariah was about to say something, but decided against it when she saw the finer sticking out of Laura's pocket. |
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Alexander was starting to think he simply just didn't like people. Too many of them too much and he just wanted to lock himself in his room and hide. Which was exactly what he did...
...for all of five minutes. Five minutes to think, regroup, and otherwise relax. Then he left again, mind fogged over with sudden craving for coffee. He left his room more hazed than annoyed and tried to find his first period. He was all of two minutes late when he finally arrived. |
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