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the tranquil
since 1782

○ After having lived for nineteen years, one would think that you wouldn't want to hang around after dieing. But that person who had guessed that would be wrong. For up in the attic of 2030 Chadwick Place, among the three other ghosts there, there resided a flame-haired young woman who had been around for a very, very long time. Over two hundred years she had stayed here, watching the time pass by and watching the world change evermore. She, however, remained ever nineteen years of age. Young and beautiful for the remainder of her existence, she had no hope of moving on to wherever beyond lie and whatever that beyond offered. For years, she had stood watch here. And in time, the three others had joined her. A flame-haired princess locked in her tower, surely. Her existence here was not what she would call very pleasant. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the often company of who-so-ever came to live here or the company of the three others stuck here with her. It was that it grew rather...monotonous. Days passed with much of the same happening, unnable to move or pick up anything solid to entertain herself with. Her only entertainment came from dancing or thinking about her past. Her beloved family. Her beloved husband...

○ New tenants had been living within 2030 Chadwick Place now for two weeks. Four of them, all newcomers. The ghost's loneliness had driven her to begin speaking with one of the girls, befriending her and speaking with her. Though she spoke to most of the tenants. But the blonde one...the blonde one and she had become fast friends in this house. Much to the dismay of a Mister Theodore. No matter, her could have as much ill-will about her doings as he wanted. It mattered not to her. Despite the fact that she did still care very much for his opinions. As for dealing with everyone else, she was friends with the other male ghost and respected her fellow woman ghost. As for the tenants, she had appeared to the others a few times and, as made clear earlier, had spoken to them on quite a few occassions. Though her recent behaviors had ended up falling onto the shoulders of one blonde mortal human. And here she was. A very immortal soul cursed to forever wander these halls and to not move on to whatever lay beyond.

○ Dahlia Zaria Rose Larimore, this one's name was. Ivory skin, light green eyes, and flame-red hair courtesy of her Irish lineage and the upbringing of a proper woman. She had been clothed in the same garments she had worn on the eve of her death. The very clothes that she was killed in, no matter how disgusted she felt with herself for not being able to rid herself of those clothes. Dressed in the classic styles of 1782, Dahlia wore a white dress made of silk. The corset of the dress hugged to her chest, the pallid skin of her breasts rising out over the embroidered edging in the slightest of ways. The sleeves of the dress sat limp down her arms, loose despite the fashions of her time. The skirts, a little less full and layered than any normal gown of her time, hung off her hips and gave no offerings of showing off the lower part of her body. Not that she minded at all. They were loose and fell down in simple folds. More a gown than a dress, the skirts still trailed behind her in a short train when she walked. Her feet were bare, choosing against forever wearing the pinching heels that were anything but comfortable. Standing at five feet and five inches, she wouldn't have weighed much even if she was solid, slender as she was. Her hair had run free and loose down her back all her life, going against the grain with the ridiculous styles that women had taken up back then. Blasphemy as it was, Dahlia had hardly ever ventured out of her house to have worry to cause towards being seen as a horrid creature and an unfit woman.

○ Currently, Dahlia sat in the attic of 2030 Chadwick Place, staring out a window in silent contemplation, hands limp in the lap of her skirts. Her light eyes turned to Theo as he sunk his way down the house. A small smirk upon her lips, she reached a hand up to pull her long red locks over her shoulder, toying with the ends. She wondered where in the seven hells he was headed off to in the house and what he was going to do when he got there. Momentarily, she stood and made ready to head after him, gathering her loose skirts in her hands and allowing herself to sink down through to the second floor. A grimace danced upon her face as she did it. After all these years, she should have probably been used to doing so. But, as luck may have it, she hadn't. It was still dreadfully uncomfortable and she prefered not having to do that. Her feet landed upon the wooden floor with a soft 'thud' and she looked about into each of the rooms on that floor, wondering where it was he had gone off to. Though, she was almost positive that he would not be here. Sighing to herself, she watched each of the humans for a few moments before moving on to the next room and peering in. Honestly, there wasn't much that they were doing that was of any interest to the ghost.

○ Dahlia sighed, defeated in finding something to do or someone to talk to. Grimacing, she allowed herself to sink down into the first floor, frowning when her bare feet touched on the wooden floor. She had wound up in the kitchen, doing this. Looking around and seeing no one around, the girl made her way through the halls into the livingroom, seeing the dark-haired girl and boy wandering up the stairs. The boy was stumbling rather apparently and she smirked, shaking her head softly as she then turned to the young man sitting on the couch. This she recognized as Theodore. Ah yes, wonderful Theo who had a temper about him that coud be set off with any little thing. "Hello, Theo. How do you fare today?" She asked, smiling at him as she stood in the doorway, posture straight and graceful as she held her hands clasped in front of her, her eyes watching him quietly.

"it's not that I was murdered, you see.
_______the arsen just happened to slip into my wine.
______________simple accident, is all, because he'd never do that."

[ for up in the attic ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

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the white rabbit
since paranoia set in

○ Silver eyes flickered open as the White Rabbit woke, heart racing silently as she wondered at the time. Strawberry blonde hair obscured her vision as she sat quickly up in her bed, worried that she was late. Oh, but she was forever late! Grimacing to herself, Cerise pulled her knees into her chest and brushed away the stray locks of hair brusquely away. She looked over at the clock on her bedside table, one of the many old-fashioned clocks that she had scattered around her room. Oh dear! She was late! Surely she was late! Heart racing again, she looked around her room, making sure that she was alone in her small room. Small spaces suited her better. It sat better in her concious that she wouldn't have as much space to traverse if someone was out to kill her. Biting down hard on her lower lip, Cerise flipped over the edge of her bed slowly, silver eyes looking underneath her bed for any intruders. She released a deep breath she hadn't been aware she was holding as she saw that the underside of her bed was just as bare as it had been when she went to sleep.

○ Crawling down from her bed onto the plush carpet, The White Rabbit hunched between wall and bed as she peered out over the edge. No one there. Another release of a held-in breath before she stood and made her way quickly off to the lone window in her room. The drapes fell to the floor and hid out the light from the outside world, keeping her safe and sound from anyone thinking of spying upon her in the night while she slept. Nervously, she poked her hand around the edge of the curtain and pulled it open slightly, silver gaze peering into the window. Quickly, she stepped back from it and allowed the dark red drapes to close. "Oh dear, oh dear. I fear I'm late! What will his majesty Noly the King of Hearts say? Oh but he will be angry!" She stated nervously to herself as she skittered her way across the floor and to her closet, poking her head in for any intruders. Nope. No one. Her room was once again safe and clean from any intruders. She smiled to herself quietly and nervously as she flicked on the light switch inside the closet.

○ Cerise quickly dressed her torso in a simple red long-sleeved shirt underneath a light gray beater. There were red hearts embroidered along the hem of the beater, showing her loyalty to her King of Hearts. Her legs were adorned by a simple pair of light gray skinny jeans that were held to her very slender waist by a simple red belt. Swallowing nervously, Cerise made one last check of her closet before turning the light off and sinking to the floor, looking underneath her bed. Still, there was no one. But, it was smart to err on the side of caution for this White Rabbit. She wandered over to the shelf that held her accessories, looking again at the clocks on her walls. She adorned a pair of white rabbit ears, settling them upon her head and arranging her hair to hide the bases of the headband holding them there. The White Rabbit then took her pocket watch and stuffed it in the front pocket of her jeans. A pair of red flats adorned her feet after a thorough inspection on her part that there was nothing inside those two shoes.

○ Now ready to greet her King, a thought occured to the girl. What...what if he was angry with her for being late? Oh, that simply would not do! Surely he would have her head! And if he would have her head... well... Cerise did not want to die at the hands of the king that she loved so dearly! Her nerves struck up again and she decided, once again, to err on the side of caution and not go searching for him. She would feel guilty, but surely she couldn't trust him right now for not removing her head from her body because she was late. He would be angry with her! So, slipping out of her door, she kept to the walls and went in the opposite direction of the front door of Wonderland. Surely her king would take that entrance first, yes? Of course. Warily, the White Rabbit made her way out through the back door of the place, regretting her decision for taking this route. There was the Mad Hatter and the March Hare and the Cheshire Cat! Heart beat racing, she sunk down onto her haunches, crouching as she edged around the building, ever worrying about being seen and hurt and being late and loosing the favor that she had with the King of Hearts.

"paranoia will get you through times
______of no enemies better than enemies will
____________get you through times of no paranoia."

[ for alice's legacy ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

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the march hair
suffering the panic take over

○ The March Hare was currently awake. Having been awake for quite some time, he had run around in his rooms searching for that ever-elusive teapot of his. It wasn't on his table - which had been bolted onto his wall for the simple convenience of things - and it wasn't where he had last seen it. Why couldn't he find his teapot!? He swallowed, thinking hard on it as his nerves set in and he began to feel his panic rising. Trying to take a deep breath, he could feel his hands starting to shake. Xander swallowed deeply, worrying about where his beloved teapot was and why he couldn't find it! He needed to get to tea with The Mad Hatter! If he didn't have his teapot, surely he would be unable to continuously refill those wonderful cups of hers! Sighing deeply, he frowned and wrinkled his brow, pausing in the middle of his room, tapping his chin with his fore-finger. "Oh where have you gone, o tea pot? Why do you hide from me? This isn't fair!" He stated, protesting his current lack of tea-making-specimen.

○ And then it occured to him where it was. "It's always in the last place you look! For where it would be, it obviously won't be!" He stated, nodding to himself and moving swiftly to his small bed, lifting the covers of it to peer at the light blue sheets inside. Nope. It wasn't there. Panic began rising in him again and he sighed, taking another breath. He knew it was somewhere around this bed. But where? Sinking to his knees before folding all the way over into a crawling position, Xander peered underneath his bed. There was an assortment of things lying beneath the little four-poster. But...ah! There it was! His elusive tea pot, sitting right where he knew it should have been. Kinda.

○ "It's about time I found you! Now, come here and let us join our dearest Mad Hatter for tea, shall we?" He began relaxing again as he pulled it to him, the pale blue and white checker pattern of the little pot giving him reassurance that he wasn't crazy. The March Hare then stood, smiling still to himself and caressing the little tea pot. He made his way back to the suspended table, setting his teapot upon with a surety that it would remain there. However, it wobbled slightly and fell back into his hands. Nerves began getting wracked up again as he cradled it to his chest. "Now now, you must stay! I have to get ready for tea with the Mad Hatter! If I don't make it, I'm sure she will be dreadfully disappointed! And we can't have that happening now can we? No we cannot." He stated to the object, moving slowly to place it back upon the table, keeping his hands hovering around it for a few moments in case it fell. However, it did not. It heeded his words and remained where he had placed it upon the table. Xander smiled to himself as he turned back to his dresser, stripping off his current clothing.

○ Dressing in a simple yellow t-shirt, he threw a loose, long-sleeved, red button-up shirt over that, folding the edges of the sleeves so that his hands could be free to hold the teacups and everything else that tea called for. Xander turned the collar of the shirt up over his neck before tying a bright orange pinstriped bow-tie. Leaving the collar standing tall, he pulled on a pair of baggy black jeans onto his legs, letting them hang off his hips with a surety that they wouldn't fall. His feed, adorned currently only by a pair of yellow socks, got placed into a pair of orange and red checkered VANS that were also hanging off the wall beside his table and tea pot. Smiling to himself, The March Hare grabbed his tea pot up in his hands and walked outside through the back entrance to Wonderland, singing to himself the unbirthday song softly.

○ The awkward boy caught sight of his beloved friend, the Mad Hatter. A grin lit up his face as he skipped over to his friend. "Why hello, hello my dear Mad Hatter!" He stated, giving a rather clumsy bow. A nervous smile was upon his face as he stood again, handing out his tea pot to her. "More tea?" He asked, looking up at the Cheshire Cat lounging comfortably in the tree above them. "Hello, hello there Cheshire Cat." He grinned at her before turning his attention back to his best friend.

"anxiety is love's greatest killer.
______but you should have known that by now.
____________I can strangle you with my panic, don't worry."

[ for alice's legacy ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

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Coming down off a high wasn't exactly the best feeling in the world. In fact, it had to be ranking up there with the worst feelings ever. In the history of being able to feel something, coming down off being high just sucked a**. There was really no other way to describe it. Sitting on her bed, wanting to find a way to reach out and grab the brightly colored candies that hid her addiction, the nineteen year old merely gazed openly at them. They were shorter than an arms-length away. And yet she didn't want to lean forward, she didn't want to reach for them. It wasn't that she needed energy to do so. Oh, she had energy aplenty. It was just having to lean forward and become in sight of the window. She had sat like that all night, her insomnia never failing to keep her awake alongside her massed paranoia. And the blinds were closed and it wasn't like anyone was going to see her taking in her desire.

Bright green eyes looked over to the window a few feet away from her bed once again, heart racing. Those eyes then moved on to watching the clock on the bedside table, watching the numbers dance before her eyes. She wanted to get up. To dance alongside them. But they were fading fast, getting still as she came down off the high horse. Sighing, she leaned forward, her bare chest hitting the cool blankets with a welcome touch. Gods, it was hot in here. Were she not so freaked that she was going to get shot at or a rapist would sneak in through her window, she would open them to let that cool air in. Sighing, she looked over at the disgused ecstacy a few inches from her mouth. Hmm...to get high some more or just deal with this disgusting feeling running through her because she wasn't high right now?

Well duh. That was a really simple ******** question. Get high! She would have to dress soon and get down the street to Sweetest Sin. And doing so strung out on paranoia with nothing coursing through her blood stream to keep her happy, the girl would be hell to deal with. Not only for her customers, but for her co-workers. Ah yes...her five best friends that were just as drug addicted as she was. She smiled to herself, snaking a hand from down by her bare rump up to grab a cherry flavored SweetTart, smiling to herself as she popped it in her mouth and swallowed. Yum. Sweet and savory, she could feel the drug at it's work. Finding the desire to get up and move around, Melody rolled over onto her back and off her bed, smiling to herself. "Hmm...what to do, what to do?" She asked herself, forgetting why she had gotten off her bed in the first place. Oh...wait...gross! What the hell was that smell?! She sighed and sniffed again, frowning. Showering was in order first.

About an hour and a half later, the girl had finished with her ice cold shower, letting it take the heat from her body with acceptance, hating the feeling of being too hot to wear clothing. Dripping, she wrapped a towel around her slender form and walked out of the little bathroom her house claimed as it's own. Sighing, she picked her way through the organized mess that her studio apartment offered her as her emerald eyes searched for clothes. Melody smiled to herself as she picked out a matching pair of black underwear. After pulling those on, Mel then pulled out a shirt from the piles scattering her wooden plank of a floor. Humming to herself "Black Wedding" by Meg and Dia, she pulled the hot pink beater over her torso, arranging it so that it set snuggly upon her torso, hugging her slight curves. Next came a pair of black skinny jeans, which hung off her hips and revealed a slim line of her pale tanned stomach. The jeans weren't quite skinny enough to fit her legs perfectly. But oh well. They were still clothes and still fit.

Melody grabbed her cell phone, slipped her feet into a pair of black and pink checkered VANS, and her own personal stash of "sweet tarts". Back into the bathroom she went, only to drag a comb through her highlighter-bright locks of hair, arranging them into the messy styling that she normally did. Rainbow Mel wasn't the person to care about her hair, or appearance for that matter, and how she was perceived. After having grown up in her mother's household with this bright hair and bright-colored drugs to match, she was pretty used to being mismatched from everyone else in the world. Satisfied with her appearance at last, after deodorizing herself with Midnight Pomegranate body spray. Finally, out the door she went, descending the stairs of the building and out into the big wide world. Blinking at the sudden brightness surrounding her, she pulled out a pair of aviators and placing them over her slightly blood-shot eyes.

Within a few minutes, Melody was at the front door to Sweetest Sin, seeing lights on and the two other girls there already. A smile lit her face as she let herself in. "Morning, ladies! How are today?" She asked, her voice light and airy despite the fact that she spoke quickly. She moved to sit herself next to October quietly, smiling at the girl as she waited for some sort of response from one of her friends. A grin was still upon her face as she remained in the dark about what was going on between the two of them.

[ for sweetest sin ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

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the tranquil
since 1782

○ The humans had come and gone in nearly a blink of an eye. She watched her human friend pass by without acknowledgement, moving just out of the way for her to get by and follow up with the drunk brother and bossy sister. Not that it wouldn't have mattered if she hadn't moved out of the way, she couldn't touch people. Or move objects or do anything of that sort that Theo could do. No matter how desperately she wished to. She hated that she was helpless to do anything of power. She longed for the touch of a human. She longed for that ever-lingering want for the tenderness of human touch again. And yet, Dahlia was doomed to only speak out of simple emotional stress and frustration. Sure, she could speak and communicate with them. She enjoyed doing that, for it gave her something to do. And it also allowed her to make more friends than just the boring old ghosts that she had been around for years and years. But...well, she couldn't say that she at all regretted having them for companions. Because although they never changed and they forever stayed the same, she wasn't alone. And being alone would have probably tore her apart worse than having them around for centuries and centuries to come would have.

○ In truth, Dahlia wasn't very fond of the drunk boy. From what she had heard from her friend, the boy wasn't a very good boyfriend to her. And that really wasn't that great. She liked their relationship, watching their sweet moments from the privacy of her invisibility, her romantic side taking over. But every time she did this, the ghost would be brought back ot the so vivid memeories of the last year of her life. Rich and happy, she had been married and excited more than ever for the years to come. But 'twas not to be. What with being poisoned and all. With that, her relationship with her beloved Christian, and her life, had ended. Of course, both of those things came with dieing. She never did learn what became of him. For her parents had sold 2030 Chadwick Place not long after her death, much to her dismay. However romantic that she was at almost all times, she still was not all too fond of Quinn.

○ Now, Mirabelle, on the other hand, was someone that she quite enjoyed being around. The girl was friendly and did not deny Dahlia's existence. They had grown close friends over the past two weeks. And she was all the more happy about making new friends. It, again, gave a differentiation of her days. Belle was, by far, her favorite of the new humans. For all that she had been able to open up to the ghost and everything of that nature. And as for Victoria? A little bossy and mousy to her, she hadn't really tried to contact the girl. Dahlia wasn't sure why, but she hadn't yet. Something about her just told her that she wouldn't be taken seriously were she to contact the girl. Which, she had to admit, disappointed her slightly.

○ With the humans gone and Dahlia in her own thoughts, she hadn't really been expecting an answer from Theo. However, it did come and she was pulled out of her reverie with a light smile towards her ghostly friend. Theo was the first soul, other than herself, to inhabit her old summer home. And despite all his temper problems, she enjoyed having him around to talk to very much. She had even witnessed his growing up in this place, a fact that she had sort of concealed to herself for the past hundred years that he's been stuck here with her. Dahlia took an odd little pride in the fact that she could calm him down off of a temper binge. It made her feel important in a way and like she could have some sort of impact on someone. She felt as though her closeness with Theo had given her some sort of purpose in this meaningless ghostly existence. That made her spirits raise, even if a little bit. She smiled at him and watched as he moved into the middle of the room. A shrug fell off her shoulders as she moved forward more into the livingroom, standing a few feet away from Theo.

○ "I'm doing well, yes. But not just because of the human situation. Do you have a problem with my new friend, Theo?" She asked, cocking her head to the side slightly, causing her red hair to fall around her head in accordance. Worry sparked up in her. She didn't exactly want Theo to be unhappy with her...but he hadn't said anything in the last couple of weeks that would have led her to believe that he was upset with the fact. Other than that last sentence of his. She moved to perch upon the arm of the couch, her silver eyes continuing to watch him as she crossed her legs and listened to his statement about the humans leaving. Another shrug off her shoulders as she made to respond. "Yes, well. I can't say that I regret them moving in here. I never regret having new tenants...it's always an adventure for me. I'm sorry that you feel so...poorly towards them..." Dahlia sighed, not knowing what else to say to her friend.

"it's not that I was murdered, you see.
_______the arsen just happened to slip into my wine.
______________simple accident, is all, because he'd never do that."

[ for up in the attic ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

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the white rabbit
since paranoia set in

○ Cerise blinked quietly at the Cat's statement. No, she most definitely wouldn't want to upset the Cheshire Cat. It wouldn't bode well on her part and she would end up getting hurt. Something that she, most definitely, did not want to do. The White Rabbit shook her head quietly, silver eyes wide with fear as she watched the Cat warily. And then she had to go and insult the King of Hearts. Oh, how dare she! That wasn't good! No, not at all! She frowned and opened her mouth to object towards him being 'silly'. He most certainly was not, and having heard that blasphemy coming from her mouth, Cerise wanted very much to go up and slap her. Though she wouldn't. Because the consequences that would turn out would not be good. She kept her frown upon her face as she was invited to the tea party. "I don't drink tea. Now leave me alone, if you please. I'm very late!" She stated, greatly unhappy with these developments that the cat was giving to her. Worried, she sidled away a few steps, swallowing the lump that had grown in her throat as that blasted grin came upon her face.

○ And then came the savory and wonderful voice of King Nolan. A small smile came upon her face as she was defended, not quite liking the sound of being called his pet. The suspicions of him hurting her were gone with his defense for her. Well...but...what if he was only defending her so that he could hurt her instead of the Cheshire Cat? The White Rabbit frowned inwardly as she looked between her savior and her attacker, not sure what to do or what to say. However, with Nolan there, she quickly dashed to his side, careful not to touch his majesty as he confronted the cat. However, Cerise was incredibly unhappy at the fact that she was insulting him. 'Oh dear, oh dear! She's going to kill him, isn't she? I'm not late anymore, but I was late anyway. He'll surely have my head for that if he survives! Oh, please let Noly survive! Well...wait. Do I want him to survive? Um...yes! Yes, I do! He's saving me, he should survive! But...oh dear!' She thought, none too happy with the fact that she was having to go through this stressful situation with her King at the head of it and no way for her to get away. This was surely not a good thing.

○ Paranoia seeping at her thoughts, the Rabbit could have jumped out of her skin when Nolan patted her head. However, she smiled sheepishly at the contact he was giving her, glad that it was not harsh in any way, shape, or form. That relieved some of her stress. Though not much of it. Her silver eyes still darted between both the Cheshire Cat and the King of Hearts. Worry and paranoia still enfolded her and she wished to just leave everyone and go off to be by herself. That would have been so much more appreciated. So much nicer, it would have been. She would just have to be with her thoughts and her clocks. Nothing else. Oh how she would enjoy being alone right now! Oh how she wished for that! But she was with King Nolan now, and the Rabbit very well couldn't get away at this point. Why? Because she had her duties to fulfill to her king. No matter what she thought he may do to her. Which, in her mind, was a great many terrible things that could potentially befall her. And yet, she continued to stand next to her King, not heeding the warnings that her mind and the adrenaline pumping through her body were telling her to do.

○ Nolan dismissed the Cheshire Cat and turned around, beckoning her to follow him. Keeping her eyes downcast, the White Rabbit nodded swiftly and spun after him. Thoughts of his potential wrath clouded her mind as she walked beside him. "Your majesty, I'm sorry for being late. I...I didn't mean to, I swear." Her eyes darted up to look sidelong at him, chewing on the corner of her lips as she did so. "Forgive me, I fear my clocks must have been wrong and it took longer than I had expected to be presentable for you. I didn't mean to. Forgive me. I fear I'm not worthy." She stated, her voice coming at a rush as she forced the words out of her mind and through her lips. Oh how she hoped that he would be gracious! And if he wasn't...well, at least it wasn't that damned cat that brought upon her death.

"paranoia will get you through times
______of no enemies better than enemies will
____________get you through times of no paranoia."

[ for alice's legacy ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

ღ________d a h l i a - z a r i a - r o s e - l a r i m o r e________ღ


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the tranquil
since 1782

○ Dahlia listened patiently to Theo, nodding and shrugging when it called for it. When he asked if she felt like they were taking things over, she shook her head. "No. I've never felt like that. Even after my parents sold this place. Even after you moved in here." Another shrug fell off of her shoulders. "I don't think I've ever felt like I should have a higher priority over this place because this was my second home when I was alive. I've always been...passive, I guess, about other humans here. I mean, sure, I care that they take care of the place and my paintings, but I don't resent them. I don't know how else to explain it." One last shrug as she quieted, listening to her fellow ghost once again. When he failed to find words for his thinking, she smiled lightly and nodded. "Yes, I understand. But I've always liked new things." The soft smile remained upon her lips as she toyed with the ends of her firey hair, twisting the ends between her fingers thoughtfully.

○ The woman very nearly rolled her eyes in her head when he stated that she found this to be an adventure. Though she kept her training and remaind silent, smirking slightly at his definition of her 'adventures'. Dahlia nodded when he stated the fact that she knew how he felt about those still living. "Yeah, I know. And you know how I feel about them." She stated, offering a small smile as she stood and walked over to him quietly, resting a hand upon his arm. "They'll be gone soon enough, don't worry." She stated, voice holding a small touch of disdain for that fact in it. But it was true. They always left with time. And the majority of them never came back. Save for the three ghosts that now inhabited 2030 Chadwick Place with her.

○ Quin then made his huge entrance. Yelling and making Dahlia feel really quite uncomfortable. She frowned and took her hand back from Theo's arm, frowning at the human and tempted to appear and start talking him down from his anger. But that probably wouldn't help the situation. Humans were such emotional creatures. Of course, Dahlia couldn't exactly be one to talk. She was an emotional ghost and always had been. That was how she had figured out she was able to talk to the humans, even after her death. Her overly emotional state about not being able to do anything when it came to them had prompted her to scream out in almost a kind of desperation. Emotional states were the things that prompted her to make friends with them. Once again, in a desperate plea for affection.

○ The human boy's yelling made her feel very uncomfortable. She wanted to merely disappear from this house. He was, most of all, her least favorite of the humans. He was so loud all the damned time! A frown remained upon her face as her green eyes darted between Theo and Quinn, wondering silently how the ghost would take to this sudden outburst. However, a light smirk formed upon her lips as the ghost mocked him. Well, it was true. Oh how she wished that she wasn't the only one who could talk to the tenants. "He's drunk. Of course he's going to nag at you." She added thoughtfully, eyes travelling over to the outraged human. And that poor sister of his. She looked absolutely confused as all hell. "Poor thing..." She muttered to herself, shaking her head lightly. She turned towards Theo when he told her he'd be back. Nodding, she conceded in allowing him to go, trusting him not to destroy anything. At least...she hoped that he wouldn't destroy anything. Because that would just not be all that great if he had destroyed something of importance.

○ Her blonde friend, Belle, came into the room just as Quinn stormed out and up the stairs. She remained silent, wary of the human non-believer still in the room. She smiled at her friend, despite the fact that she knew she was unable to see. However, the little sister to the drunk maniac chased after her brother faithfully and Dahlia was left alone with her human friend. Once she was sure that the other girl wasn't going to appear anytime soon, she phased into existence, smiling warmly at the human girl. "Hello, Belle. Quinn is throwing a little...tantrum, I suppose, about us being here." She shrugged, moving to sit back down on the couch quietly. "He'll be okay...I think. Theo shouldn't do anything too drastic, hopefully. Don't worry too much, alright? How are you, by the way?" She asked, cocking her head to the side a little as she watched the human girl. Oh how Dahlia hoped that her promises to Belle would go fulfilled. Because if they didn't, she would feel absolutely dreadful about the entire situation. 'Damn it all, I really should go check on them...' She stated in the back of her mind while waiting for an answer.

○ Sounds of more yelling reached her ears as she remained silent. And then stomping footsteps could be heard before stopping. "You know, Belle...I think you should go check up on Victoria. I would, but she'd probably ignore me like usual. Plus, I should probably go intervene on behalf of no one getting hurt in the attic." She stated, frowning at the prospect of not getting to be able to talk more with the human. "We'll have to talk later, yes?" Dahlia gave a slight smile before fading once again into the invisibility comfort that she normally had. Within a few seconds, she had raised into the attic once more. Theo was quite opaque at this point, and she was fairly sure that he had appeared to the human. For he held in his hands a small crumpled piece of paper and a pencil. Smirking and holding back a laugh, she walked over to him and looked at the blank paper. "You know, as much as I don't really like him, he amuses me..." She stated, refering to the human across from them. "Want me to talk to him for you? Or do you want to?" She asked, keeping her gaze upon Quinn quietly.

"it's not that I was murdered, you see.
_______the arsen just happened to slip into my wine.
______________simple accident, is all, because he'd never do that."

[ for up in the attic ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

ღ________m e l o d y - k a i d a - r o s e - a n d e r s________ღ

Ecstacy trips were wonderful things. They made her love everything and just want to love on everyone. It just so happened that right now, Tobie was sitting next to her and was high as well. What a wonderful combonation! She smiled at the girl and leaned towards her slightly, Mel's flirty side coming out. Her mouth opened to speak, but Karma cut her off by pointing out that she'd already had her first dose of sweet tarts. Nodding fervently, the bright-haired female grinned at her friend. "Sure have. And that meal was tasty, tasty. Just the thing to warm me back up." She stated, grinning softly. The paranoia subsided for the moment as she turned her attention back to Tobie, batting her lashes at the girl. "Good to hear you're doin' good, Tobie sweetie." She watched as the girl popped in a couple gummi bears and chewed. The thought occured to her over where the other three were. The guys? Yeah...where were they? She wondered this silently as she turned to look back at Karma, texting something on her phone and having said something about her brother being a fruitcake.

"Yeah? What's he doin'?" Melody asked, getting pulled into the attention of Tobie once more when the girl spoke again. "Yay for being happy!" The sweet tarts girl grinned, winking to the one beside her to start their little flirting escapade. The gummi bears girl stood and made her way to the door, saying that she had to go home and shower. A frown placed itself upon her lips and she sighed, none too happy with the fact that her little flirting buddy wouldn't be sticking around. "D'aww...I think you look fine, but okay. See you when you get back, then." She stated softly, grinning after her.

Her focus then moved back onto Karma. Once again, she made to open her mouth and got cut off as Brendon walked in and greeted them. And then that focus turned to the male, grinning at him as usual. Ah yes...ecstacy was such a wonderful thing when it came to being happy and being around people. It minorly took care of her paranoia and kept her energized and flirty. "Hey, Brendon. How're you?" She asked, her voice still moving at that faster-pace that being high gave her. She stood, growing bored with sitting on the couch. "Um...I dunno. I guess we can open whenever, right?" The girl shrugged, not sure what else to say. "Or should we wait for everyone to get here? I don't know...I don't really care what we do." Another shrug off her shoulders and she looked between the other two people in the shop at that time. "Tobie was here, but she left to go clean up. I think... And then...yeah. Just us, I'm pretty sure."

Mel then remembered that Karma had asked her a question a few moments ago. "I don't know what I'm gonna do. Probably just run around or somethin'... I dunno." She answered, shrugging again as she moved to check her supplies at the counter. Good, she wasn't running low on her drug supplies, but getting a hold of and making some more tablets probably wouldn't have hurt at this point. Smiling to herself, she turned around just in time to see Dyson walking in and joining their little mini party. "Hey, Dyson! I'm good. Happy. Not paranoid or sweaty yet. So that's good, yeah? How 'bout you?" And then a knock at the door made the bright girl jump slightly, emerald eyes darting quickly over to the door as she watched Karma let the customer in. It was Amber, a regular customer that was looking for a party. "Hey, Amber!" She greeted the girl, grinning as she walked restlessly across the room.

The girl watched the transaction quietly, happy that her candies could be of use once again. She just hoped and prayed in the back of her mind that Amber and friends wouldn't be caught tonight. And she also prayed that the supplies wouldn't be traced back to them. Because that would just suck. She didn't want to have to spend a night and more in the Newark jail. Because that place was nasty and didn't have any of her precious supplies in it. Which would suck so much balls. Karma mentioned something about getting food after the customer left and Melody shrugged, not really wanting to leave the shop. "Eh. I'm okay. Not really hungry at all...kinda thirsty, but that's about it. Bring me back like...a couple root beers or something? Here..." She stated, reaching into her bra for the little wad of cash she kept there. She handed Karma a five dollar bill before stuffing everything back into her shirt. "Oh! And maybe like...a bag of chips or something? I don't know, I'm not picky and you know what I like." Melody grinned and went to plant her rump back on the couch, watching Dyson and Karma leave the shop. Alone with Brendon, she grinned at the boy. "So how're you, Bren?"

[ for sweetest sin ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

ღ________d a h l i a - z a r i a - r o s e - l a r i m o r e________ღ


_____________________________________________

the tranquil
since 1782

○ Dahlia was ever the grateful one to be of use to one of the other ghosts. Or even the humans, for that matter. She smiled at Theo's little mini-rant and nodded. "Yes, well. What do you expect? Them to ignore us and just walk on by? They're humans, of course they're curious. Despite how much things may change, humans remain relatively the same." She stated, allowing a light shrug to fall off of her shoulders as she waited for something else to happen. For someone to say something to her. When Theo turned to her to relay his message to the human, she smiled and nodded, gladly turning towards the human a few seconds after her friend had disappeared. "He asked me to tell you that he doesn't like your guitar, but he hates it." And that was when Quinn dismissed himself and Dahlia was left alone up here in the attic. Once again. Frowning, the girl plopped her rump down on the floor boards, hitting with a rather audible 'thump' and having her skirts rise up around her.

○ Of course they left. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked around the cluttered attic. Her eyes landed upon one of her paintings and she sighed unhappily. Why did she have to be stuck her and not be able to touch anything? She couldn't paint anymore like she so desperately wanted to. All she was stuck with was being able to talk. Yes, because that was so incredibly important! The only person that really seemed interested in talking to her in this state and who wasn't dead wasn't around for her to talk to. So, instead, she simply fell onto her back and allowed her head to hit the floorboards with another 'thump'. It would have hurt if she was solid and could feel anything. But, she wasn't and she couldn't. A whole lot of good that did the young woman. "Ugh. Why couldn't I just be happy for the rest of my life? Why did I have to go and die? I hate this..." She sighed and brought her heels up to press into her eyes, willing the tears that would never be to come.

○ Emotional. Yes, the ghost was definitely one of the more emotional ones. More so when she was alone and didn't have anyone worrying over her. Because she felt the need and responsibility to hold onto that level-headed composure when she was around everyone else. It was what she was raised on all those years ago and she had been taught to keep emotions inside and in check. Never had she allowed those emotions into the open when she was in the presence of others. But now... now she was alone in the attic and she could be as emotional as she wanted to. Dahlia could be as emotional as her desperation for love and touch wanted her to be. She was alone, so why not?

○ Dahlia's lips parted and she allowed a frustrated, growling, and stifled yell carry out into the air. She didn't quite care if everyone in the house had heard. She hoped that they wouldn't, but the likelihood of that wasn't all that high. Sighing to herself, she let her hands fall away from her face, leaving her staring at the ceiling and listening to what was happening around the house. It seemed like pretty much everyone and their cat had transfered themselves into Victoria's room to comfort the girl. Well, that was good. It seemed as though the drunk rockstar had gotten over himself long enough to comfort his sister. Smiling to herself, she sighed and sat up, growing bored once again with just simply sitting in the attic. Wiping dry eyes with the heels of her hands, Dahlia stretched her legs out, allowing her skirts to stay bunched up at her hips. It wasn't like anyone would come in anytime soon and see her.

○ A frown upon her face, she looked around from where she lay on the ground, memories still fresh in her head. Even about the attic. She crossed her arms in front of her chest once again as her eyes traveled through everything in her past. The face of her Christian still remained as fresh and bright as ever in her mind. And she wondered what he had done with his life after her death. She'd often wondered that. And situations had played themselves out over and over in her head, about what he had done with his life. It was now that she had decided to play along with her fancies and go off on her own little world. The ghost had never heard what had become of her family or anyone else she knew thanks to the fact that her parents had sold the place not long after her death, much to her dismay.

"it's not that I was murdered, you see.
_______the arsen just happened to slip into my wine.
______________simple accident, is all, because he'd never do that."

[ for up in the attic ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

ღ________d a h l i a - z a r i a - r o s e - l a r i m o r e________ღ


_____________________________________________

the tranquil
since 1782

○ Her thoughts had drifted through another path that Christian's life could have went down. Staying with her parents and taking care of them in their growing age, never marrying again, and inheriting everything that they were supposed to have together. That was the one that had gone through her mind had traveled down at that moment. She imagined that he had been so overcome with grief over her death that he tortured himself with never falling in love again. Of course, she didn't ponder over the unlikeliness of that happening. Christian had been an attractive man growing with power and wealth. No way would any woman be able to resist his charms, but she imagined that they could. She very well couldn't bare the thought of someone else in his arms except for her. Which is why, many times, Dahlia kept him unmarried and with her parents still. Even though she knew everything about him and how he would have reacted to her death, despite the fact that she was never there.

○ The ghost released a pent-up sigh as she closed her eyes again, wishing to just disappear and move on from this never-ending life after death. It wasn't like she could love anyone from this status. Well, anyone living. She could love them, but it wouldn't go anywhere. They all left eventually. She could hear footsteps by her head and then a faint thump as someone sat down beside her. They didn't feel as solid as a human, so she figured it was Theo or someone. But no, the calloused hand on her shoulder and the soft greeting that caused her to open her eyes came from Ryan. She smiled at him softly. "Hello, Ryan." Dahlia stated, moving to sit up and face him quietly. She arranged her skirts about her while Ryan spoke about his little dilemma over Belle. A small smile crept upon her lips as she listened, appreciating the boy's sweet nature. Out of them all, she enjoyed having Ryan there the most. Because although she was closest to Theo, the other boy was so sweet. He reminded her very much of the brother that she never had.

○ Dahlia looked up when he started talking about his days in war. A light laugh exuded from her lips when he told her about the lice infestation. "You know, Ryan, it's things like that that make me wish that you could talk to the humans, as well. You'd make them smile." She stated softly, reaching a hand up to toy with the ends of her long fiery hair once more. "But as for getting Belle's attention, she knows about you. And I'd be glad to introduce you, if you'd like." She stated, shrugging. "As for the necklace idea, I say to go for it. Of course, this is me that you're talking to, so I'm not sure. I can ask her what she likes, if you want me to." Antoher soft smile fell off her lips as she reached over and placed her hand over one of his in comfort. "And I'm almost positive that she won't reject you. You're sweet and - don't let your ego swell too much over this - you're the perfect gentleman." Another smile and Dahlia removed her hand, placing it at the base of her hair once more.

○ "You don't have to worry, Ryan, dear. Your secret is safe with me. I don't blame you for fearing rejection..." A sad smile came upon her face then, talking about rejection reminded her, for one reason or another, of her Christian. Ryan sort of reminded her of him, only much sweeter and more willing to fall in love, despite the risks. And save for the fact that she wasn't madly, head-over-heels in love with Ryan. And...well, okay. So he wasn't quite like Christian. But all the same... Sighing once more, she returned her focus onto the ghost in front of her. "So, shall we go see what Belle is up to and see if we can't kidnap her for a while? Or would you rather just sit back, do nothing, wait and see what happens?"

"it's not that I was murdered, you see.
_______the arsen just happened to slip into my wine.
______________simple accident, is all, because he'd never do that."

[ for up in the attic ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

ღ____________z a r i a - r o s e - l a r i m o r e____________ღ


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the one and only rogue
straight out of the womb

○ Dear gods, did mornings really have to suck this bad? Honestly, it's not like anyone really needed mornings to survive the day. Then again, if you got rid of the mornings, that would only make every other time of the day suck and suck hard. The girl in question who did not like waking up from her happy dreams that were nothing like her reality, was currently fighting off a stave of conciousness. She had just been having the best dream, as well. One where she and her boyfriend weren't so distant and where she could touch him and not kill him. Yeah, fat chance with that one, most unfortunately. Sighing, she rolled over onto her stomach and burried her face into her pillow, keeipng her eyes tight shut and running over the dream in her head, replaying it to herself. However, it soon came to be that she couldn't breathe with her face in her pillow as it was. Cursing in her mind, she rolled over onto her side and winced as her head hit the wall behind her. "Mother ********] She hissed, bringing her head away from the wall as her eyes opened up back onto her dismal little room in her dismal little world.

○ A sigh escaped the lips of the seventeen year old as she closed her eyes once more, willing sleep to overcome her once more. However, it would be to no avail, as she was never able to go back to sleep after waking up. That and she had been born with the horrid inability to sleep in. No matter how late she stayed up at night. Which really was what pissed her off about her sleeping habits. Sighing, she peeled back her lids over her bright blues once more. The plain white walls of her room were covered with pieces of her art and various little calendar and magazing cutouts. There were dark blue silk curtains that kept all extra little light from seeping into her room. An organized mess covered the purple carpet, and she rolled over to the edge of her queen-sized bed to stick her feet out over the edge and sit up. Her eyes warily found the clock on the antique coffee table next to her bed. It said that it was ten. Wow. Ten? Seriously? She had actually slept past six? What the hell? Well, that was a relief, at least. She smiled to herself as she reached a hand up to scratch her head. Her long nails pulled at her tangled black locks as she made to stand up, letting the micro-plush blanket she slept with fall away from her half naked body.

○ The girl moved the few feet from the side of her bed to her door, opening it and poking her head out of it. The two other doors in the hall were closed. Which told her that her mother had gone off to work, the woman's newest boyfriend was still asleep and not sitting at the computer in the office and waisting his time away like he so often did. Sighing, she ducked back into her room and gathered a few clothes to get dressed in. Sticking her head back out the door, clothes and two large towels in hand, she ensured that no one else was moving about in the house before she slid out her room and into the bathroom next door. Closing the door and releasing a breath that she had been holding unconciously, the seventeen year old relaxed after having locked the door behind her. Safe from the searching hands of her mother's boyfriend, she stripped her underwear off her body before stepping into the shower and turning the water on to a nice and warm temperature.

○ A few minutes later, the girl stepped out of the shower and wrapped one of the large and fluffy white towels around her. She sighed as she sunk down onto the edge of the tub, hunching her back as she looked at the pile of disarrayed clothing on the bathroom floor in front of her. A harsh knocking at the door caused her to jerk her head up and her defenses to rise. So much for having solitude, peace, and comfort. "Zaria Rose! Get your a** out of that damn bathroom! You've been in there long enough now get the ******** out!" Came the yelling, harsh voice of her mother's boyfriend. Grimacing, the girl glared at the door and stood, dropping the towel and beginning to dress as quickly as she could. More pounding on the door was starting to give her a headache, begging for her response. "Chill the ******** out, Rich. I'm getting dressed." She yelled back, causing the annoying pounding to pause, and Zaria could hear the sneer come across his face at her words. "So? Why should either of us care? 'S not like your mom's here or anything. Lemme in, you b***h. I gotta piss." The girl, halfway done with dressing, lifted her head and glared out from beneath dripping raven locks. Anger sparkled in her at his words. She hated her mother's boyfriend. The b*****d had this mind set that she was his girlfriend, too. That she was his. Rich was just like the rest.

○ Zaria shook her head and continued dressing in silence, finishing up in a few moments. She wrapped her hair in the second white towel and gathered her laundry, hugging it to her body closely and moved to unlock the bathroom door. She opened it and looked up slightly at the man who had assaulted her on more than one occassion. "There you go, Rich. Gain a little patience next time." She told him as she dodged out of his grasp and slid through the gap between him and the wall. Zaria made it into her room before Rich could grab at her again. Sure, he may have gotten a slap to her rump in before she fully got away, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. [******** b***h. She's lucky I even want her or that slut mother of hers.' Came his voice in her mind as she got away. Oh yes, with her wonderful sucking-life power, came the oh-so-pleasant ability to read the thoughts of those who were close to her. Oh how much she enjoyed her life! She locked her door and dropped her laundry in it's basket, sighing to herself as she sunk down onto her bed. 'That son of a b***h deserves to have the damn life sucked out of him...' She said to herself in the back of her mind, frustration building slowly inside of her. Oh how she hated her life here. Frowning to herself, she sighed and stood, looking over at the full-length mirror hanging on her wall.

○ She had dressed in a simple black beater with a turquoise and black plaid overshirt. The downfall for these two tops was that it left her pale arms exposed. Oh, she really needed to find herself a pair of good armwarmers or gloves to wear. There were problems to come if she didn't find or make some. She grabbed a simple black hoodie and tossed it over both shirts, knowing that she was going to regret that decision with no thanks to the heat sure to come about today. A pair of blue jeans hung off her hips loosely and hugged her thighs before flaring out at her knees. And a pair of bright turquoise socks adorned her feet and made them not naked. Sighing, she tilted her head to both sides to pop it. When two satisfying 'cracks' came from her neck, Zaria smiled to herself and bent over to finish the process of drying her long hair.

[ her outfit ]

"and the day pressed on like crushing weights
______for no man does it ever wait like memories of
____________dying days that deafen us like hurricanes."

[ for will you still call me superman ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

ღ___________x a n d e r - d a v i d e - h e r r i n g e r___________ღ


_____________________________________________

it's batman
lacking the batmobile

○ Unlike many teenagers who spent their summers sleeping their days away before going to work or parties all night, there was one boy who kept everything in check. He didn't go out to party, and he didn't spend all day sleeping. In fact, he had been awake since seven in the morning. The normal time, for him. It was ten in the morning now, and he figured that most of his friends would be awake at this point of the day. However, it wasn't like he was going to run off and hang out with them. No, also unlike most teenagers, this particular one prefered hiding away in his library and reading all day than hanging around people. Which was probably why he and his girlfriend had broken up. He was the smart rich boy that wasn't spoiled but got whatever his heart desired. Yes, because that wasn't a few oxymorons in one, was it? Nope, not at all.

○ During the three hours since he had been awake, he had taken a shower and dressed in a simple outfit. A pair of dark blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a light gray over-shirt. Nothing too fancy at all. He didn't like being a fashionable person, he didn't quite see the point in it. Since that, he had eaten a hearty breakfast of french toast and bacon. Oh yes, bacon. That wonderfully greasy substance that everyone loved so very much. And it was only made better coupled with french toast made fresh by his mother. Currently, he was sitting curled up in a large armchair in the library reading about superheroes. Not exactly a normal topic for him to be reading about. He didn't exactly care at all for the supernatural. It didn't really teach him anything other than ridiculous conspiracy theories that never made any sense anyway. But lately, it had been different. A few days ago, something incredibly strange had happened to him. You see, for one reason or another, this seventeen year old could now sprout bat wings and take flight.

○ Sounds strange to you, doesn't it? Well, you didn't have to be the one it was happening to when it first happened. It was like some crazy-a** Batman bull s**t. Did he quite believe that he wasn't dreaming? Well..no. Things like that didn't happen to normal people. And he was a normal person. For the most part, at least. So, now he was trying to find out as much as he could about how these fictional superheros garnered their powers. "Xander, sweetie? You okay? I hadn't seen you since breakfast, so I wanted to make sure." Came a sweet and lilting voice from the doorway of the library, causing the blonde-black haired boy to look up at his mother. The woman was petite, much shorter than either he or his father. But she was sweet and had the personality of someone twelve feet tall. She had raised him for five years on her own, after all. Her son smiled and nodded at her. "Yeah, I'm fine, Mom. Sorry, I'm just...doing some research."

○ He turned back to his book, hearing her release a sigh of relief. "Oh good. I thought you had gotten lost in this place or something." The sound of footsteps coming towards him made Xander look up from his book once more, smiling at the older woman. "No, Mom. I've been in here for a while." He grinned at her. "And besides, I haven't gotten lost in this place since we first moved in. Unlike someone I know..." He chuckled slightly when she narrowed her golden eyes. She shook her head and laughed a little as well at her son's joke. She did tend to get lost a few times in this house of hers. Despite the fact that they had been living there for nigh on twelve years now. "Yes...well... What are you researching, Xan?" She asked, looking over his shoulder as she changed the subject.

○ The boy smiled and turned the cover of the book in his hands over so that she could see. "Superheroes..." He stated, a little embarassed now that he thought about it. Again, he hadn't exactly shown much interest in superheroes when he was growing up. Alice Herringer merely smirked and patted his head affectionately. "Sounds interesting. But...don't get too obsessed with it, alright? I know how you get. But at least it's keeping your mind off that girl." "No worries, mom. I won't. Promise." "Mkay, well. Have fun, then. I guess I'll see you later. I have to go see if I can find your father..." She stated jokingly, watching her son return to his book as she left the library quietly. Xander's thoughts, while reading his book, drifted off to his ex-girlfriend, Emily Collins. Oh, she made his heart flutter just thinking about her. Of course, he had to go and be a complete and total screw up and kill his relationship with her. Sighing, his focus turned more on that than his book. Groaning, he closed his book and tossed it on the floor beside his chair, leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling in despair. "Damnit, Xan. Why the hell'd you have to go and do that?" He muttered to himself under his breath.

○ "Whereabouts Unknown" by Rise Against sounded from somewhere around his rump and he jumped at the sudden noise. Damn cell phone, scaring the crap out of him. Frowning and sighing, he shifted his weight to stick his hand in the crack of the couch, fishing around for that damned phone. Pulling out his black LG Versa, he saw that he had a text from Emily. Speak of the damned devil, right? He smiled to himself quietly as he read it, quickly getting ready to type up a reply.


sure, I'll come. what should I bring?
xx xander


○ He hit the 'send' button and watched the little envelope fly off the screen before letting his phone fall back down onto the chair beside him. Xander sighed and leaned his head back once more, closing his eyes and thinking to himself about how much he truly regreted being an idiot who was terrible with relationships. It made him feel like crap to realize that he and Emily might have been happy right now had he not been a dumbass. But no. He just had to go and be stupid. Because that was what he did for the most part. Be a completely awkward dork when it came to anything to had anything to do with girls. Oh the curses of that personality trait.

"if you read a lot of books, you are
______considered well read. but if you watch
____________a lot of tv, you are not considered well viewed."

[ for will you still call me superman ]

[Seremela_Tiwele]

ღ____________z a r i a - r o s e - l a r i m o r e____________ღ


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the one and only rogue
straight out of the womb

○ Zaria took a deep breath, holding it in for a few moments before letting it slowly snake through her nostrils, trying hard not to think of everything that sucked in her life. She had her boyfriend, that was a good thing. Even if their relationship was slowly going down the drain right now. She had her best friend, Viola. Even if their relationship was also going slowly down the drain, too. Damn it all. The seventeen year old life-sucker was feeling rather uncomfortable with the fact that she was unable to currently have any relationships with humans. Relationships that included friendships, and that didn't include getting groped by her mother's boyfriends. She had been dragging her comb through her long hair quietly, pulling her way through the snares and tangles and smoothing it out over her head, not caring that the strands were still dripping quite a bit of water onto her. It felt good. Her open window emmited a breeze and shuffled her hair about a bit, which she simply combed back into place.

○ Another sigh escaped her as she set her comb down on her dresser, placing her little mirror down next to it. "I need to find something to do..." She muttered to herself under her breath, ignoring the shuffling sounds of her mother's boyfriend moving around the house. Her stomach growled at her out of hunger, and she ignored it, trying to think of things that she could do today to keep herself entertained. Things that didn't include too much human interaction. Especially things that, preferably, excluded Viola and her boyfriend. Which, was something that was probably not going to happen anytime soon. Which just plain sucked straight out. "Damn it all..." She muttered, closing her eyes for a moment before her phone began going off somewhere near her head. The simple long buzz informed her that she had just received a text message. From who, though? There weren't many people that she managed to have know her number. Her entire contact list in her phone consisted of about ten people. Over half of those were family members that she never talked to anymore.

○ Flipping her simple, cheap, crappy-a** phone open, Zaria's eyes slid over the words in Viola's text, smiling to herself a bit. Of course, she certianly didn't want to put her best friend in any danger, but she prayed that she wouldn't have to be too touchy today. Oh how she hoped... She quickly hit the 'reply' button and began typing up a response.


Hey, yeah, been awake for a while.
xP
and sure, do you wanna meet at the library or something?
I gotta get outta this damn house... Rich is thinking with his d**k once again...
not like it's anything new...
-sigh-
see you soon.
<3 Zaria Rose


○ Zaria's blue eyes quickly moved up to her bedroom door after hitting 'send', checking to make sure that it was, indeed, still locked. Sighing, she stood and pocketed her phone, hugging the hoodie closer to her slight form before turning towards her window. With nimble fingers, she worked at getting the screen out of the window, and set it just outside the apartment wall. Sticking her head out of the window and looking either way to ensure that the coast was clear of any threat from Rich, she turned her head quickly back to her door and double-checked the lock was in place. Sighing to herself, the girl slid herself through the first-story window and landed with a light 'click' as her gray vans hit the pavement. Another deep breath and she worked at putting the screen back onto her window, doing one last check on the lock on her door and that she had grabbed the key to the otherside of that doorknob. Yes. The little piece of metal was currently safely hidden in her pocket with her cellphone. "I can't wait until Mother gets rid of him..." She muttered to herself as she set off at a quickened pace towards the road that would take her down the library in a few blocks.

○ She avoided all contact with any other human being. Sure, she wasn't exposing any skin, but she was making sure that she was being extra careful. Their thoughts still penetrated and eliminated her own, but she tried her best to ignore everyone around her. 'Course, it didn't exactly work the best. Sighing, she stretched her arms above her head and enjoyed the sweet smell of freedom. Zaria hoped that her time with her best friend wouldn't be in vain. She also really hoped that she wouldn't accidentally kill the girl in her sleep. Because that would really ******** suck. Zaria was, when it got down to it, a cuddler with people that she liked in her sleep. It was going to be hard to deny any offer of being able to sleep in Vi's bed. The floor was going to have to be her home for the night. Which, in all honesty, was not that bad. Because she actually quite liked sleeping on the floor. Call her crazy, but that was how she rolled when it came to sleeping. She loved Viola to death. One of the very few people who Zaria actually trusted with her life. Because with anyone else, the girl just expected to be hurt and used. It had happened so many times in her past. Why would now be any different for her? It wasn't like she had changed in the favor of any higher power. She was pretty damn low on the food chain of humans, in her opinion.

○ It wasn't long until Zaria got to the library, entering the overly air conditioned building and hugged her jacket closer to her body, frowning quietly to herself. She looked around the library vaguely before pulling her phone out of her pocket and typing a quick text to Viola.


hey, I'm here.
where are you?
<3 Zaria Rose

"and the day pressed on like crushing weights
______for no man does it ever wait like memories of
____________dying days that deafen us like hurricanes."

[ for will you still call me superman ]