P A R A N O I A 2 :: unsettled :: O&F || Day 3 ||TS p.37

[Gwendylyyn]

Seeking. . .

XOXOXOSearching. . .

XOXOXOXOXOXOAdventuring for that greatest thrill. . .

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Jamie XOXO Monroe XOXO Montaire

Jamie nodded a little as Ken introduced himself, thinking she may have heard the name once or twice before. When he commented on her being up so early, she simply rolled her shoulders in a light shrug. Sure, most teens weren't up so early if they had a choice in the matter, but most teens didn't wake up with nightmares like hers as often as they had been coming lately. She was truly afraid of what the pain she was beginning to go through might mean for her, especially with what she had been reading online. It had started in her shoulder, so she couldn't help wondering if it might have something to do with all the scans and everything they had put her through when her arm had broken years ago, but decided not to dwell on it for the time being. It was still aching, and that was enough to worry about as it was, especially as she tried not to show the twinges of pain in her facial expression.

When Ken handed her the remote, she smiled and set it on the arm of the chair she was curled up in. She really didn't care what they watched, and she knew cartoons were sometimes on the t.v in the morning. Whether it was Timmy or Ken who had chosen Batman, she had no idea, but it didn't matter much anyway. He was apologizing for possibly waking her up, and she was about to tell him it had nothing to do with him when he asked about her screaming. She could feel the blush that filled her cheeks. She hated that someone had heard her, that her moment of weakness had affected someone other than just her, even if only enough to make him curious. Biting her inner lip, she raised one shoulder in a light shrug as she swallowed the bite of grits she had just dropped into her mouth. "Just nightmares. I'm sorry if I scared you or anything. That's what woke me up, though, not you. I was pretty out." She smiled, hoping he would take it as a symbol of her being okay, and took another bite of her grits.

Turning back to the t.v, she found herself giggling as Robin couldn't seem to quite get things right. She felt sorry for the guy, but it didn't change how silly it seemed, watching him foil Batman's attempts at catching the Joker when he was actually trying to help in the chase. Of course, she was sure there was some reason for all the blunders, one that would probably be revealed in the next few minutes. "You like Batman, I take it?" she inquired, tilting her head to look at Ken again. She was sure her cousin would be out again any moment, since he had to be here if he had a guest, and she hoped he might be going grocery shopping at some point so she could tag along. Sure, she could go alone, but then she would have no idea what he planned on buying, and no idea what she would still need, or want, to pick up when he was done.

The thought of hitting the grocery store also reminded her of the date. Now that she was thinking about it, she remembered that the Festival was starting tonight. She hadn't been able to go before, living with her parents, without sneaking out. Tonight, she would be able to go without having to worry about any arguments concerning how late she was gone, or what crazy things she might have been getting into while she was there. Of course, that also meant she needed to pick up a Costume, or the makings for one, so she could wear it on Halloween. She was totally planning on spending a good bit of time at the Festival this year, despite the suicide-murders some of the schools were experiencing. It had nothing to do with her, so why worry about it? Sure, it sucked, and it was a bit scary to think that whoever was causing it might be there, but that just made it all the more exciting, really. She wasn't a student right now, so it wasn't like she had any reason to worry. She wouldn't be starting college until the next semester.

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The Clinic Said I'm
XOXOXOXOXOXOSick,
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOToxic,
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOand Impure,
But There Isn't Any Cure For the Poor and Uninsured!

[- - mary had a lil xCLOWN]

T H E drug♦♦dealer ♣

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I'M JUST A KID CALLED Timmy Marcus Allaman ♧
♦♦ but I got dubbed, Pretty Boy in my gang



xx xx xx so leave us alone
when we're riding high
mister police
xx xxain't hurting no onexx xx xx
xx xx xx
The male found himself soon on his hands and knees, riffling through his stuff in search of a clean shirt. Where the hell had he put his clean clothes? They obviously weren’t in the wardrobe. He heard the scream, his head immediately colliding with the frame of his bed. Timmy’s face contorted with pain as he crawled back and looked up at the door over the top of his bed. He expected to see men, tattooed and creeping with guns. Ones that wanted the money or drugs he just didn’t have. His stomach pounded in his chest as he glanced over at the wardrobe. That’s where his protection was. Timmy heard footsteps and then saw his cousin pass his open door stumbling from tiredness. That made him sigh in relief. It must have been his imagination, but the pain throbbing from the back of his skull was far from imagined. Timmy climbed up off the floor, his hand rubbing the back of his head as he wandered across his room to the cupboard. Shirts were sprawled over it, he lifted them each up individually to examining there smell, appearance and whether he could remember washing it recently. Six shirts later and he was pulling an old black t-shirt over his head and then glanced around for his jacket. It was hung on the corner of his cupboard. The red jacket was swung over his body.

He found his shoes up the top end of his bed, where he laid his head all of last night. They were collect in his hands as he found the first two socks he could, probably dirty and definitely miss matched. One white and one black. He didn’t exactly brush his hair, but he examined it in the mirror quickly before messing it up with his hand. There was no point trying to keep it neat. It’d be a mess within the hour. With socks and shoes in hand he walked back into the lounge room. His cousin, Jamie and his friend Ken seemed to be getting along while watching batman. “Yo cuz!” He greeted as he plopped himself down on the spot on the couch next to Ken. The male put his shoes on slowly, it was an old habit to check his shoes for spiders. His hands digging deep into the dark shoes before he slid them on his feet. Once his shoes were on, he reached back for his cereal and started to eat it. Loudly. The male didn’t have many manners. As he glanced between his cousin and Ken, he frowned, scratching the back of his head, but that made him cringe. There was a now a sore tender spot on the back of his head. “We need more cereal” Timmy told his cousin between mouthfuls of the last of it.

It was strange how he could act so casual when if either of the people around him found out about what he did. He’d be the one holding the gun to them and squeezing the trigger. That fact was never far, but he always tried to keep it locked away. He didn’t want to have to think about hurting them. Killing them. The male used to feel bad for the spider he made his older brother kill when they were younger. Everyone had a life. No matter how small or uninfluential. With the bowl of cereal seated in his lap and the spoon bringing the sweet cereal to his mouth, he looked down at his feet for a moment. Contemplating if he could even go through with killing them. He doubted he can just shoot them in the forehead, no. He couldn’t do it with there eyes looking at him. The male would have to shoot them in the back. Something as underhanded as that. After a second he brought his eyes back up to the TV screen.

His eyes focused on the screen for a moment then he brought his palm to his face. Nearly poking himself in the eye with the end of the spoon. “You didn’t want anything Ken right?” He asked with a laugh, he always forgot to offer. He looked over to his friend and shook his head. The boy would have never made it as a host.
“We have.. Well, we have no cereal, but I’m sure there’s something else in the cupboards” Timmy said as he glanced back at the kitchen then to the people around him. Maybe he could be too chatting, but he liked to socialize. To be around people and have fun. Just because he didn’t trust them, didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy their company. The male knew it was dangerous for them to be around him, he knew it. They were like flies caught in the web. That’s how his boss would see them, as nothing. But that’s why he tried hard to hide his job, who he worked for.

All this thinking about killing made Timmy fidgety, so he got up off the couch once more and walked over to the kitchen. “I’ll have a look” He stated as he walked back over to the kitchen and placed cereal on the bench before he started to open and close cupboards. Looking for something for Ken was a good distraction. There cupboards were well, sort of empty at the moment. They probably needed to shop soon. Timmy despised grocery shopping, he never knew what to buy and he hated the fact that living with a girl meant sometimes girly things were placed in amongst his cereals and junk food. His fingers tapped on the cupboard door as he examined the shelf contents.



xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx the city's asleep
xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xx xxand the world is mine
xx xx xx we hide and go seek xx xx xx

xx x and you know they'll never, ever, ever find usxx x

[- - mary had a lil xCLOWN]

〔 c o m e o n 〕 take a step towards me
so you can 〔 f i g u r e 〕 me out
i've been 〔 h o p i n g 〕 , and 〔 p r a y i n g 〕 for a single way
to show you what i'm all about
and i know, and i know this is the only way of 〔 p l e a s i n g 〕 the crowd
but when this is 〔 o v e r a n d d o n e 〕 with and we walk away
there should be no doubts

Kaelin 〔 S o p h i a 〕 Donaatello

A small soft yawn came from beneath a pink bedspread, a hand sliding over the pillow and across to the alarm clock. The small hand found the it’s way to the white bedside and to the hello kitty alarm clock. A girls head slide out form under the covers and glanced at the time. The shock of the time woke her up. “Oh gosh!” She said as she sat up, throwing the blankets off her body and rushing across the room to her personal bathroom. The bathroom was filled with white and pink tiles. There were plush white towels hung on bars. Make-up and perfumes were orderly placed over the cupboard by the sink. Kaelin’s blonde hair was knotted at the back as she pulled the shower screen open and spun the hot water. All she could think of was that she was late. Late, late, late! Kaelin was never late! Why didn’t she have her alarm set? The water wasn’t checked before the girl tugged her bunny rabbit pyjamas of her body and stood under the burn of boiling hot water. Her fingers wrapped around the taps until she had it at a nice temperature, even though she only stayed in there long enough so she didn’t stink today.

Back into her room, a towel wrapped around her body as she scoured her wardrobe for something to wear. The girl managed to find herself a nice pink blazer, a white and pink dress. She tugged on some green socks and her shoes. A short glance in the mirror as she passed it into the bathroom. Kaelin brushed her hair roughly, glancing at the time as she did so. All she could think of is school, she couldn’t be late. That would not look good and there would be the lecture. “Gosh. I still need to have breakfast and everything” she murmured to herself, a feeling of anxiety in the pit of her stomach. The girl was never late; she didn’t know what would happen. Her brush was dropped back onto the counter as she dashed out of the bathroom. Across her room and out into the hall. Her father wouldn’t be home. The man had too much else going on and Kaelin was considered old enough. She ran her fingers along the wall as she walked as fats as she could to the staircase and down into the lounge room. A deep breath out. ‘If I eat fast, I’ll make it’ She told her self as she tried to compose herself. Kaelin straighten her posture and walked more lightly towards the kitchen.

She had toast for breakfast; the bread was placed into the toaster before she headed for the fridge. That’s when she found a note stuck to the fridge door, it was written her fathers hand writing. As she tugged it off the fridge, she frowned. Apparently her father didn’t want her to go out at all today, and he turned off her alarm clock. Plus he would have someone coming to check on her every few hours. Kaelin knew why. This ‘suicide pack’ thing, it was going around the schools. Ever since the party. That party. Kaelin stepped back and leant against the bench. She’d been to the party, her father had freaked out when he heard. But he was definitely not as freaked out as Kaelin was. The girl had heard what happened to the Party Animal. He’d been pushed out the window, attempted murder. But that was after the last time Kaelin saw him. He was pushing someone down, someone Kaelin couldn’t remember. But she recognized the distinct figure of the Party Animal and ran for it before she watched him go further. The girl couldn’t sleep the night of the party. Images kept replaying over and over in her head. She wondered if the cops would need that information. But no, she couldn’t say anything, what if she was wrong. What if…

The toast popped up behind her and she moved over to it. Now dressed and ready for nothing. She spread peanut butter over her toast then sat down at the counter to eat her. Her fingers playing with the buttons of her blazer. Maybe she could message her best friend, the Abused. The girl was the only person she felt comfortable texting first. Everyone else would have to text her and she would shakily text back. Too scared. It was lonely being in her big home without someone. This was why she liked to be at school. Hell, she wanted to be popular and have friends too. But that seemed to be falling apart in places. The party was a huge failure. The only person who got noticed was the Party Animal when he got pushed out a window. Kaelin sighed as she rested her elbow on the counter then placed her chin in her hand. All she wanted was to fit in. Maybe the party wasn’t right for her. The Drama Queen was being nice lately. That maybe her way in to the top. To the popular. A small scrunch of her forehead and she climbed up from her seat. Her cell phone was in the kitchen on charge. There was no doubt that her father went through it. Not like Linny did anything wrong. She was straight and narrow. All she had was message between her and her best friend.

She scrolled through her contacts to find Hayden. Sadly, most of Kaye’s contacts were contacts that came with the phone, so finding Hayden wasn’t too hard. Kaelin slowly typed the message as she rocked in her feet.


’To: Hayden
Hi. How are you today?
I’m bored and I have no school.
My father left me a note.
Can’t even leave the house.
xx love Kaelin.’


Kaelin sent the message then proceeded to clean up the mess after breakfast. The tap being turned on and the dishwashing liquid being added. Kaelin smiled as she played absentmindedly with the bubbles. School would have been better than home. Then she could have at least found out if the Party Animal was awake yet. The girl was unsure about whether she liked him as a person, not after what she saw, but she wouldn’t wish death upon anyone. That was just mean.

『xx xx xxthe timid xx xx xx』

[mokiepuppymaster]

»» Miss Drama Queen««
Brittanya○Promise○Young
Woke up in the morning
It's another cloudy day
But that never mattered too much to me
'Cause it's still a new beginning
And I know I got it in me
Had my share of ups and downs
But now I know I can do anything
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Sometimes it's gonna be days like this
Sometimes it's gonna be rain like this
Sometimes you're gonna feel pain like this
Sometimes you gotta work hard for it


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A groan left her lips as she pushed herself to sit up when her alarm clock started ringing its annoying little chime. What had she dreamed the night before. She couldn't even remember it, but whatever it was...left her feeling exhausted. There were times where sleep was just something difficult to come by. The desire was there, but the ability was not. Maybe it was a sub-conscious sort of thing? Promise almost rolled her eyes towards the thought. If that were the case, she'd have to feel guilty about something...and the truth was, she didn't feel any remorse about anything. Why should she? It's not like she did anything wrong. She pushed back a few strands of her hair before reaching for her cellphone over on the nightstand. It was out of habit that she would look, just to see if there was anything important. There were a number of messages from a few of her classmates, but nothing that was worth replying to. It was understood, there were even a few chain letters, nothing exciting. So she tossed it once more on the nightstand and slid out of the bed.

At least the shower woke her up a bit more, at least to the point where she could actually get dressed, fix her hair and makeup and hope that even if she had her picture randomly taken, that it wouldn't be embarrassing. She was not going to be that random girl snacking on a burger having her picture sold to practically every magazine. And that's just how big her ego was. In her opinion, she believed that her picture was worth that much. She believed that plenty of people wanted to ruin her. At least that's what she longed for. She wanted to see the jealousy, she wanted people to envy her...especially Charlotte. It just irked her, why would anyone think that a design wasn't meant for her. Personally she hoped that Rebecca would've stayed around long enough to have her eyes opened. Occasionally Becky would enter her thoughts, but it was nothing ever positive. Just her name was something that had to power to practically give her a headache.

"I don't mean to offend you..." she remembered the designer telling her one night when Promise went as far as to move over to the girl's office to ask her personally why she wasn't selected to wear the best dress of the collection. She remembered feeling angry and the way the designer's eyes had timidly glanced away right after Promise's hand moved to slap her. But her hand never made contact. It was another thing on her list that she had wished she was able to do. She was simply grateful that she wasn't the one who had argued with the designer the night before she died. How interesting it'd be if Charlotte had actually gone through with it. Though common-sense told her otherwise, but it didn't mean that she had to give up on the idea of tainting the other woman's reputation. It just...wasn't working as quickly as she had hoped; or even as well. Damn Charlotte and having her incident at home, of course a tragedy would rid her of major suspicion.

It wasn't long until she was stepping out of starbucks with a coffee in her hand, dressed in a slightly pleated black and gray dress. For the slight chilly feeling, she had a black dress coat with her, and wore rather large dark gray sunglasses. For breakfast, she hardly ate anything. She just wasn't in the mood for the food that the various little shops that littered the side of the road had to offer. At least nothing had what she wanted, so she decided that coffee would have to do for now. Besides, as a model she didn't want to gain weight. Turning fat was just one of those things, she didn't see how anyone else would be okay with it. It was just one of those standard fears. Just as she was stepping into her car, that her cellphone chimed. She glanced down and saw a text: did you hear about what happened last night?!

"Last night?" she mumbled to herself confusedly, but shrugged it off and simply replied that she hadn't; and if she hadn't heard of it, then it mustn't been that big of a deal. The next time she looked down at her cellphone was when she was moving into the elevator of the Network that she worked at. When she read the message she felt a little confused. There printed clearly on the screen was: But alot of people died. Unfortunately Promise didn't go to the same school as Trent or the Party-Animal. She couldn't get over the fact that even people from her school had fallen prey to that suicide pact, and now another? Goodness,what would people benefit from it? "Suicide's so gay," she dryly commented as she moving off to her small desk to see what assignments she had. Hopefully it was something decent. "Oh Brit-Brit~," she practically gagged when she heard the male's voice. Simply she cut her eyes over in his direction, and there standing before her was one had to have been one of the most flamboyant guys in the whole business. If he wasn't, then he was pretty damn close. "Oh I just luuuuv your outfit; but it's not exactly what I was envisioning--- ah, how rude of me, I was coming over here to tell you that I'm wanting to do a shoot with you. I mean, I tried calling---"

Truth be told, she ignored him.

"I texted you, girl."

She deleted them.

"I even tried opening a chat with you in facebook-" knowing that he was going to attempt pulling a guilt trip, she chimed in wit a laugh, "That was you? I was busy, pretty much everyone was trying to chat with me--- ah, your feelings were hurt? Need a band-aid?" It took everything inside of her not lace it with sarcasm. After that she wasn't even really listening to what he was saying, instead her thoughts were on the upcoming events. She saw the mention of the upcoming lines and a few details about their involvement with the Festival. "And Charlotte?" she spoke up, cutting him off completely. "Oh, you just missed her. Her meeting was brief anyways, so are we doing the shoot are not?" "God! Stop changing the subject. I just want to know if I missed anything important!"

"Goodness, obsessed are we," he teased, earning a glare from the other female. "All I heard was that she was coming in to get the details on the upcoming designs and give her imput. I'm not a designer, doll, so I'm not fully at a 100% with the details, but she left--- now what I was thinking, " Still Promise didn't see, why didn't they want her opinion. Surely she was chosen to help model some of the dresses in the upcoming show. She was tempted to march right into her boss's office and ask why wasn't she being notified of everything, but then chances were he'd say something retarded like 'they tried reaching her' or some s**t like that. As she listened to the photographer's vision for his upcoming shoot, she continued to look down at her cellphone as messages came in. It was mainly details about the whole 'suicide' thing that happened last night. The last text that came in was: we're still short on people. Promise, being apart of a committee? She almost laughed at the thought, but had her attention directed away when he mentioned that there would be another girl in the picture. "WHAT?!" She practically exploded. "Now don't be that way, it's not even sexual---" "No, I didn't mean that it's bad, I'm just a little upset that I didn't know about this earlier, since I'm apart of the festival committee, I can't possibly pose for anything today. I just dropped by to check in with you." Apparently that was the right thing to say since he looked flattered and even touched his cheek as though he were playfully blushing. Promise didn't understand how a guy could bring himself to do it though, to boldly act like this without any shame at all. Still she offered a wave towards him, as fake as it was and moved off with her papers in hand.

Deep in her thoughts she couldn't get over the fact that Charlotte Farris's reputation was still...golden. There had to have been something that she could do to make it more believable that the red-head was scandalous. In the meantime she needed to bring up her own status, so she texted:

to: Kaelin
Hey, just wanted to ask
if you were going to festival tonight.
Maybe we could hang out? (:
<Brit.Brit>

[edited]

How ironic.

((Short))

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Sometimes the road may seem too far
You never really know for sure
If you're ever gonna make it
Sometimes the end may seem so far
You never really know for sure
If u got the strength to make it
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Because when u feeling low
And u can't get no lower
That's when u know your close
Sometimes u gotta work hard for it



Some○People○Think○I'm »» AGGRESSIVE «« Cause○I○Know○What○I○Want

[Twankiie]

cameracamera

>>>Craig Brovinofskixxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The Cameramanxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

● ● The smell of chemicals was dead inside of the male’s nose. He spent so many hours in this room, surrounded by this smell that it just didn’t register to him anymore. Though the smell was strong to anyone else as it was a smell that clung to clothing very, very badly. It was the smell of dark room chemicals. Developer, stop, fixer—yes. He had made his very own dark room inside his house. It wasn’t like he didn’t have the money to do it—or the spare room in the house. It was a three bedroom house. His dad had one when he slept here, Craig happily had his own room, and then he pretty much claimed the third room and made it into one where he printed photos—and loaded film into tins for developing. Here, he had no choice but to print considering his very expensive, very awesome digital camera had been broken by wild animals. Well… that was the understatement of the year. As the thoughts pulled at his memories, the tongs in his hand jerked at the picture that he was to pull out of the fixer and put into the waiting pool. The room was filled with silence aside from the sound of the water that splashed due to the movement. The jerk was caused by the memories all flooding back to him and the reminder that he didn’t have his awesome digi anymore which he had named Rose. He’d had that camera for five years… and one party. One party and she was dead. One party that should have never been thrown. If Craig had any say in it; that party animal party thrower deserved just what he got. To be thrown out a window. Never before had Jensen Craig been interested in going to a party, especially not a college party. He’d seen in all the movies just how crazy they get in those types of things—and he knew how he didn’t get along, but he needed pictures. He knew that the Clueless would be there, he knew the reputation that was spreading about the party animal and he knew if he could get pictures of some kind… he could start on his revenge—he could get past the simple blackmailing and move onto—well. Now there was no point in thinking those thoughts because due to the fact that he went to the party and that the people at the party were pricks, Rose was now dead and the information that was on that memory card was also… lost forever.

That information wasn’t quite as important to Craig as the camera itself. You know what he was reduced to now? Film. Now he didn’t have an issue with film. It was fine, but it was even easier to ruin than digital and it was more time consuming. An hour at least to develop the film, if not more, and then the countless hours it took to make a good print. By good print… Craig meant perfect. His whites hat to be white, his blacks had to pop or the image was s**t. He’d been working on the same two images for the l last five hours. Most people would have said they were amazing, but to him… Craig stuck his hand in the cold plastic pan of water and pulled the image out of the water bath. He picked up one of the plastic pans, smaller, more fit for the normal sized print. He turned on his heels and headed for the door to his dark room. He pushed the curtains out of the way before he opened the door and stepped out into the well lighted hallway. His eyes squinted closed due to the dilation of his pupils from being in the dark room for so long with such dim lights. He covered his eyes with his arm before he wiped his hand on white wife beater that he wore before he rubbed at his eyes. Slowly he flickered them open to look at the photo… and then he gritted his teeth. ”Damn it.” He growled through his teeth as he looked at the image. The corner. It was still that stupid corner. It was too light. The shapes were there… but they weren’t popping like they were supposed to. Like they needed to. Quickly he turned back towards the door, opened it, and disappeared once more into his dark room. He spread the curtains and walked right through. In one fluid motion, he plucked the image and dropped it into the water bath with the rest of the images he had done so far this morning.

Craig let out a frustrated sigh. As much as he loved photography, you can only print an image so many times before it just becomes a pisser. He brought his fingers of his right hand to the bridge of his nose and rubbed irritably as if to try and fix the stress and cramping from bending over for so long that now had his shoulders around his ears. Suddenly the brunette’s phone started to ring loudly inside of his pocket. As it disrupted the sound of his silence so dramatically with music, it brought him to jump from surprise. The song stopped shortly after it started however since it was only a text rather than a phone call. A sigh left Craig’s lips before he looked over at the bath that was filled with images. ”I needed to run the wash anyways. I’m running out of room.” Jensen said to himself. He walked over to the bath and started to pull out images. Quickly he started to switch those in the bath over to the wash and once it was full, he switched it on. Fifteen minutes. Well, fifteen minutes of waiting for them to finish and keeping on eye on them to make sure nothing went wrong. Quickly the male walked over to the enlarger in the room and put away his things. The paper, the lens, the film, and then went to flicker the light on as nothing would be ruined if he did. With the lights on, he reached into the pocket of his light brown, khaki, plaidish shorts. He slid his phone open and the ID immediately stated that the message was from Michelle.

As his blue eyes ran over the message, he could feel his body starting to pick up heat. His face was probably red at the moment which made him even more relieved that he was at home. ”s**t,” He said to himself. ”s**t.. Why didn’t I think of that? It’s so obvious—and I haven’t even been thinking about it.” He said to himself with a little bit of irritation and impatience. He had been so preoccupied with ordering his new camera and waiting for the digi to come in the mail… It was supposed to arrive today and because of that he completely didn’t realize the Halloween thing was coming up. Not that he ever really paid attention to things like that. For all he knew, his film camera would be ruined at this one. Or his video camera. They’d kill something. They were a bunch of college idiots and they would kill something and laugh. He opened up a reply to get back to the reporter on the plans.

’Yes.
As soon as possible.
If it’s possible—
The Halloween thing
is really public, right?

--Craig’

…This was his type of thing. You couldn’t tell just how unprepared and unsure he was about this kind of stuff over typing. He was so glad that things like tone of voice couldn’t be expressed through writing and couldn’t be watched. The photographer put the phone back into his pocket and let out a sigh. Time to take the images out and dry them now. This is why he hated film. A million things to do. At least he didn’t have anywhere to be today. Or ever, aside from class… and apparently a Halloween thing tonight, bur he was gonna probably skip class. All he had today was anthropology and college algebra and both were classes he didn't need to be in, it wasn't a test day and he already knew all the material. Besides, he had a couple of things he needed to get done before that thing tonight. The nineteen year old turned off the wash and started to pluck the finished images out of the water. He put them back in the plastic pan with a bit of water in it and carried them over to the dryer that within a couple of minutes, they had all been put through and dried thoroughly. The edges of the prints had flattened and so he turned off the dryer. With the images finished, he decided this would be the perfect time to take a break… and get some food. If he dared continue, who knows how long he’d be in here trying to perfect that damn image. The little bugger was already getting 230 seconds of burning and it still wanted more. ”I’m just gonna use my video camera until my Olympus arrives…” He said as if to remind himself now as he walked out of the dark room and flicked off the lights as he walked through the door. He headed downstairs to where the freezer was for that was where all the microwave food was that he would be looking through and selecting from for his breakfast-lunch… meal. He’d do that… while he waited to see if Michelle had any idea on what to do about Madeleine this evening.

From the freezer, the camera nerd pulled out an already cooked and fully prepared cheeseburger. It just needed to be heated up. He shut the freezer door with the package in his hand. He opened one end of it then set it into the microwave, set the time, and ran it. As he waited for it to cook, he reached into his pocket to pick up his phone again. He could feel his heart in his chest starting to beat louder. He slid it open and started to look through the messages that he'd sent to Michelle in the last couple of days. He couldn't help but think about what he said. He never could forget things and once he said something to anyone--anyone important, it would float around in his head. He could feel it in the pit of his chest and he started to regret the things he said or rather the way he said them. A hard swallow went down his throat has he read more and more of his messages. "Do I always sound this stupid when I talk? It's worse in person... isn't it?" He said to himself with insecurity hinted in his voice. The microwave beeped as it finished the preset time which in turn, brought the photographer to jump in surprise, again. It's what happened when you're basically running off of energy drinks. He got maybe three or four hours of sleep last night and the rest he had been up for. So... you could say he was a little short on natural energy... at the moment.

xxxxThe camera cannot lie, but it can be an accessory to untruth.xxxx

ramalamabangbang

[Tryfon]

You're broken, so am I
I'm better off alone
No one to turn to and nothing to call my own
Outspoken, so am I
Explosive words that your world wouldn't understand
Turn away again

Kenneth: Undercover Cop

Ken looked at Jamie for a moment before he just returned to watching television. Well Batman. The good old school one where the one, batman didn't team up and think that team work was fun and two, where the bad guys had reasons. Because that was how it was in real life. All bad guys had reasons. All the people that he had shoved into jail had a reason for what they were doing. Given, there were a lot of stupid reasons ... but it was still the point that there was a reason. and yes, there were people out there like the joker who possessed no reasons except the dire need to see things destroyed or crumble. Because yes, there were some people who found destruction enjoyable. Let us take psycho crazy on the cruise. His reasons were just non existent. He probably had one. Might have told Ken, the cop couldn't remember. He didn't really dwell on crazy people.

He looked at her from the corner of his eyes. She was blushing. So he had caught her in one of those wrong moments. Most people hated to seem vulnerable. It was just that the world didn't respect those that were weak. And nobody ever did. Just how it worked. The world was cruel like that. He looked back as he figured she would tell him if she was ready to do so. Ken listened to her talk about nightmares. He gave a nod as he admitted "I understand. I can't sleep, personally, because there's this one dream that just keeps popping up. Dreams oddly enough can be the scariest thing...and you shouldn't apologize for something you don't have control for, right?"

He then laughed at Robin. god that kid kept getting in the way. And yet he had what? Three robins. Three! and you'd think after the second one left then you'd be like 'nah, i'm done' but no. Got a third. He also felt bad for the kid. Here was a hard working side kick and he usually failed. Miserably. He had helped. In the 1940 short films of Batman, Robin saved Batman like ... every day. Batman got tied to train tracks (no joke) and Robin swept in to save him. But the cartoons had decided that it was a better idea to make Robin the punching bag. He then heard her question. He looked at her and brightened up instantly. Oh he loved talking about comic characters. Yeah, he was that type of geek. Ken then explained cheerfully "I love Batman. I like for a lot of reasons....one, batman is human. two, he rarely kills though in the old comics he carried a gun that he'd use to shoot people. And well, all the bad guys are such real people. None of that 'I want to take over the city' bull. Its like real life, for every person who does bad things have reasons for it. Always. They want the money for something bigger. Also, you just got to love this devotion. He sticks to his own code and never breaks it. I respect that. Do you like Batman?"

He watched his show, feeling slightly embarassed about his geeking out. He didn't blush. Oh thank god he had learned how to stop that or else he'd be in trouble a long long time ago. He then felt the other plop down next to him. He looked over at Timmy as he listened to the other eat loudly. When his sister had use to chew loudly he would take her food away and tell her what she did wrong. sadly you can't do that with people like Tim. One because he worked for him. Two, because the chances of him learning that it was rude was probably 2%. So he just forgot and ignored it. Ignored the loud chewing. He then heard the chore they had to do. He said "Well grocery shopping is relatively easy. Perhaps making a list so you only have to do it once. Maybe add a few things like fruits and vegetables....What else do you guys need?"

The raven haired male went grocery shopping once a week. At the same grocery store. He was a person of routine when it came to his own home life. Plus, well, it was important to have food. If you didn't have food, proper food, you were going to succumb to microwave burritos and candy. He had told Ophelia the same thing. Healthy nutrition was important for growing teenagers. They were both teenagers. He soon looked at Timmy as he smiled "Nope. I had breakfast before I got here. So no worries. But are you guys going to be okay? With just that?"

He reached over to the table and took his starbucks mocha and took a sip. He did notice how the other seemed fidgety. Why? He didn't quite know what to do. He soon just watched the other as he seemed to just got off and go to the kitchen. he listened to him as he saw the other go through the cupboards. He then said "Though how about...making a list of what you want? If you guys hate grocery shopping I can do it. I do it once a week for myself anyway."

Kenneth looked towards the other and then at Jamz. He took a few more sips before realizing something. He had no idea what they were doing today. Wll perhaps asking would be a good idea. The cop asked "What are your guys plans for today?"

You're beaten, so am I
I've got a heart of stone
No medication can draw what has taken hold
You're hurting, so am I
When I awaken, remember why I've been running from your

[rajio_obake]

thε.εmρtιηεssLyυdε Allεη Kεηdall
thε.εmρtιηεss.thε.εmρtιηεss thε Maяιoηεttε

Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door...
They'll be here soon.
I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding.
I wish I'd stop looking behind me.
Running now will only make it worse...
They'll be here soon.
I wish I could shake the awful feeling.
I wish my mind would stop...

Lyude was stuck in a dream. As odd as it seemed he dreamed he was a Robot. It looked almost like a Claymation in his dreams all he could think of was even though he wasn’t living he still could feel. He could feel the urge to cry, scream, yearn, but he couldn’t act on his actions. In truth he would have done almost anything to dull the pain… He didn’t know why but the dream felt as if it hadn’t been a dream at all but his whole life in fact. Even Brutus was there, granted he was a real dog not a stuffed animal.. One may find it odd to want a loyal companion such as a dog only to name the canine after someone in Roman history who coined the phrased ‘Stabbed in the Back’. The childish sixteen year old, however, saw no problem in it and kept the dog’s name given to it by the company rather than naming it anew. The robot Lyude simply wandered in the depths of despair, beyond any hope of salvation.. Crying his silent tears. It was odd for even in a body that wasn’t made to cry he could still find a way… Even if it wasn’t physically.. Maybe it was a guilty conscience that allowed him to do so. It was his fault it always had been were thoughts that seemed like they had and will forever plague his mind. Brutus must’ve sensed the thoughts of his mechanical master because he licked at the metallic hand trying to keep Lyude’s thoughts positive. Almost as if out of no where, (granted it was a dream), a stick appeared and the two played fetch. They played fetch on until the daylight glow of the forgotten city touched the rooftops. It was perfect bliss.. Until the stick Brutus brought back wasn’t a stick at all but a bloody bone with flesh and muscle still attached to it.

The light brunette shot up from his bed the white sheets flying around him like Dove feathers. It so real so vivid the blood red color was engrained in his thoughts. He instinctively went to hug Brutus only to note that the stuffed beanie was not in his reach, in fact it wasn’t even in his line of sight. Any normal person wouldn’t think to care of a missing plushie. But Lyude, as noted by the fact he had lived in an institution for the mentally ill for about three or four years now… He was clinically far from normal. So freaking out over a missing stuffed animal was allowed. Lyude wasn’t going to state his loss. In fact he wasn’t going to state anything or much for that matter simply because he had given up on talking the moment he got there. It never got a point across, people will brush off what you have to say, and overall it won’t matter. Like when he tried to convince everyone he was fine even after flipping out in the middle of class imagining things that weren’t there. He must’ve ratted off a hundred words a minute because the recorded police tapes of him explaining this sounded like poetic gibberish. Only a few audible words can be picked up here and there but over all it was a mess of sounds each fighting to have a say neither winning nor losing. Simply a tie for the tongue-tied boy. And there was nothing he could do to prove his own sanity at that point so he must’ve surely lost it.

Was it odd that he remembered the day he came to the institute? He had been woken up by his witness protection agency ‘parents’ at six in the morning, put on a white bus that had been waiting outside for him. Driven to the nearest airport where he sat with the two men in white in the middle all the flight over. He had slept for most of the flight so the few pokes and prods they did to wake him up had caught the light brunette off guard. It was midday be the time they landed so they stopped for a quick lunch at America’s own McDonalds the two men had bought Lyude a chicken tender kid’s meal. He ate two tenders and half of the fries before they threw the toy away and continued their journey onward; another white ambulance like bus and another hour and a half or so before they finally arrived at their destination. Lyude didn’t understand why it took so long, he wasn’t even sure if he was in the same state anymore. He was striped of his clothes and was told to put on hospital scrub like attire it was from then on he learned that a place like this was scarier than in your wildest dreams. At times people have a fake illusion that an Asylum is a simple place with white walls and padded cells… It is! But also you can’t go anywhere without having someone watch over your actions. You can’t use pencils with too sharp a point, and pencil sharpeners. Your mouth is thoroughly searched to make sure you took your pills in the morning and at night. Such a mental strain maybe that was why he reverted back to his childish ways?

That seemed so vivid in memory he couldn’t believe it had been so long… It would be truthful to say his sense of time had been distorted ever since he got there. A week could feel like a day, a minute a month. It was all so odd for the boy especially back when it was just him in his room… But now he has a roommate. One that understands his loves for games in fact… And even if Lyude didn’t know much about the newest addition, he didn’t seem that bad a guy to the naïve boy. And in an odd way he broke Lyude’s wall of silence as Lyude, whispers to Brutus what he wants to say and the stuffed dog says it for him. His ventriloquist skills went as far as Lyude being able to drink a glass of water and still be able to talk through Brutus, not that he talked that often.. Just an example it was. But like most ventriloquist his dummy or stuffed animal, in this case, had a mind of its own at times. Not that Lyude minded he was quite fond of his loyal beanie’s personality. It was comforting almost father-like.. Odd considering most of their conversations were in his head, but he couldn’t help it.. It was the price he paid in silence. The only thing that was bothering him at this moment was the fact he couldn’t find Brutus. He had slept with the plushie last night so he shouldn’t be anywhere far away… unless the caretaker tried to wash him in the laundry room again. The shock of losing the animal last time had caused him to curl up in the fetal position and whimper for the three hours it took to clean him.. Lyude bit at his lower lip holding in the scream that wanted to escape his mouth at the time.

Finally he checked under the white plastic bed and a grin as wide as the Cheshire cat himself laced his face as he found Brutus. A quick snatch to get the plushie and a hug for comfort, relief felt so good right then. The soft fur brushed against his face only making the silent male happier to know it wasn’t all in his head. He was tempted to tell someone… maybe the Gamer or the Personality? ‘Mhnnn.’ He thought as he shook his head. He wasn’t going to tell them. They didn’t need to know. It was just him uselessly worrying. There was nothing they needed to know about there. He did have a secret fear when they first roomed him with the Gamer.. He’d feared he’d get an extremely aggressive roommate who would rip apart his stuffed animals. So he was somewhat relieved when that didn’t happen.. Keeping to himself he went about making his bed and fixing the white sheets that he’d thrown off the bed. Afterwards he stripped of the nightgown the institute had them wear and went on to put on the plain attire they always had them wear. It was almost like a nicer form of prison if that was even possible. He looked at Brutus and gave his friend another hug as he pulled out his drawing pad and pencil’s; another gift given to him by his parents. He had filled up half the pages already and was working on completing a drawing he had been working on for a week, the sketch was already finished, the only thing he was doing was shading it in so the darks were hues of grey with the darkest part of black only being used for emphasis points. An artist mind that caused him to draw the way he did at times.

The drawing was nothing special. Least to him it wasn’t. It was a jack-o-lantern with its head through a spike. Candle wax melting out of his eyes looked like tears running down its menacing face. The focus was more on the scenery though as he shaded it in. It was an abstract plain as with shapes of all sizes around the image that wasn’t even in the center of the paper, it was off to the left and wasn’t noticeable at first glance. He didn’t know what compelled him to want to draw it but he wasn’t going to complain sketching was something he learned he loved and had a knack for he held Brutus between his arm and body so the dog could watch over him as he drew on his bed. He didn’t know if the Caretaker’s Apprentice was there yet. The sooner she got there the sooner he’d have to take his pills and he didn’t want to. As much as it looked like candy it didn’t taste like that and he didn’t need them. He was perfectly fine without them. It didn’t change the way he functioned in society, if anything they just made him tired and he didn’t like that. He needed to be awake and to know full what he was doing. He hated uncertainty but at the same time loved it. The only thing Lyude wanted to do besides draw was play a game. What kind of game? Preferably hide-n-seek but he’d just have to wait till the Personality got there to find out what game they were actually going to play today… Oh how his mind wandered as possibilities flooded into it.

Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...

hεlρ hεlρ hεlρ hεlρ

The current tune playing in my head:
The Artist by: Alesana

[midgetminion]

XXXXA α я σ ɳ | M ι c ɧ α є ℓ | H α ץ ω σ σ ∂


...

We all know the feeling of being watched; how your hairs will stand upon ends, the smallest noise is magnified, intertwined with the drumming of your heart which echoes loudly in your mind. Paranoia has these affects on a person, and if ignored, the consequences can be grave. Not one person should ever find himself or herself foolish enough to think that just because you cannot see with your eyes, what stands next to you, that it isn't there. If everything inside of you screams that there is a separate presence that looms close to you, then why do so many others shut their minds off to the possibility? In the end, it is the individuals that do not head their surrounding's warning that pay the ultimate price of their lives. This could have all been avoided. If only they had listened closely and obeyed the whispered commands. If only they stopped running from it. If only they would have embarrassed it, then perhaps they could have been spared. Too bad they hadn't, because then, their life could have been unchained from death. It is too late for them, but if you learn from their mistakes, then perhaps you could be extricated from a similar fate.


"Aaron?"

For Lia-Hope, the girl felt as though her heart was already dead, for when you are betrayed by your own family, then what else do you have to live for? This was a thought that had slipped into mind a number of times, however, she never wished to take her own life. Instead, she craved to lead a brand new one. One that would not include the dirty feeling which washed over her every time she felt the gaze of her brother upon her body. It wasn't as if she could even tell anyone of the hurt she felt due to embarrassment and guilt. Had she brought this upon herself? Had she done anything more than try to be a good little sister to the boy she looked up to? Whatever the reason, she found herself hating the male upon realizing how obsessive he had become. She couldn't even bring herself to spend one more night under the same roof as him, which is why she hurriedly packed and left without saying a word.


"Don't you have a class to get to?"

The streets were not a pleasant place for the female. More often than not, she went without a proper meal, and when unforgiving weather would strike, under an overpass or an unlocked church was were she spent her nights. Numerous times, she thought about returning home, however when these thoughts would arrive, she would suppress them, mislabeling it as unneeded weakness. She wanted to be stronger than that- independent. If she could simply find a place that would take a chance on her. Somewhere where she could comfortably fit in, then maybe her new life could take off. Lia-Hope knew that if she hadn't dropped out of school then she could have easily received a scholarship. Then she could at least live at a college, but she knew that her brother would be able to check if she was in a school. It was a hassle remaining hidden from him after all of this time. If o-


"By God, if you don't answer me you ungrateful little heathen, I'll-"

"DON'T," Aaron snapped, shoving his uncle's hand away from his shoulder as soon as he felt the other's hand grab him, "touch me," as the last word left his lips much more controlled than the first as, the pencil which he held had slipped out of his hand, falling onto his journal. His green eyes held a dark stare as he looked at the Fifty-five year-old that disrupted him. Jude was shocked at his nephew's outburst, but quickly replaced it with annoyance as he pointed his finger at the other saying, "Quit looking at me like that and get yourself to school. There's no reason why you should locked up in your room on a Wednesday morning like it's the weekend. That mother of yours may be locked up in the looney bin, but that doesn't mean that you have to act like a creeper, with all but one light off, writing in your little diary. You were suppose to have eaten breakfast and been out of here hours ago!" The entire time his uncle spoke, the same looked remained on his face, however, Aaron finally took a breath and blinked his eyes, rubbing a hand over his face.

"As if I honestly wanted to sit around and listen to you waste your breath," the eighteen year-old stated in an even tone as he turned his expression to a blank one. He hated it when the other would talk about his mother like that, yet knew there was no arguing with him, at least he didn't have the strength to do so now. "And to correct you, it is not a diary, it's a journal." The writer hated it when people would get the two mixed up. What he did was more than gossip to a book about the events in his life. Why do that when creating lives of other people was more exciting. "Whatever, just make sure you eat something before you leave...and quit watching that sinful, devil show," the older one order, walking over to the muted television and turning it off. The show that he was mentioning was "A Haunting", which was about to be auto-tuned to. The show happened to be one of the teen's obsessions, along with a number of other paranormal series that documented real encounters with ghosts

Smirking to himself, Aaron commented, "You fear what you do not understand," and turned to walk out of his room, to head to the bathroom. His uncle waited a moment before exiting the room as well, yet went straight downstairs, not understanding how his wife's brother could help produce such a weird kid. The student, on the other hand, couldn't help but wonder when exactly he had woke up to start writing. As he stared at himself in the mirror, the smirk that he held was gone, but a pure look of confusion was present. He washed quickly, and made his way back to his room to check his journal from where he last remembered leaving off. Surprisingly, he had four or five pages of some girl with black hair. "Lia-Hope?" he mumbled to himself as he wondered where such a name would come from. Shrugging it off, he figured that he shouldn't argue with effortless work. Besides, he was liking what he was reading, and it was his handwriting, so it had to be him who wrote it.

The mystery pages were something that kept trying to surface back into his mind, even as he dressed himself and left to catch the city bus. As he leaned his back against his seat, gazing out the window, his hand rest on the side of his messenger bag. Lightly his fingers drummed against the material, however then started walking over to the pouch were he kept his pencils and pens. His mechanical pencil that he wrote with earlier was grabbed, his thumb stroking the side of it for just a moment prior to feeling the sudden urge to write again. Tearing his gaze from the window, the journal was fished out and set upon his lap, immediately opened to the last page. He started to continue, the lead gliding across the paper the entire trip to the school. It was only when the bus stopped and someone getting off at the stop had accidentally had their hand bump up against the back of his head as she stood up. An apology was offered, which caused Aaron to rapidly blink, looking over at her, out the window to see where they were, and then back down at his journal.

Slinging the strap over his shoulder, he slid the pencil back in it's pouch, yet held onto the journal, looking over it as he exited the bus. While walking onto the campus, he couldn't help but mumbled along to what he was reading: Running away from her problems was all she ever did. If only she realized that eventually, everything catches up to you. If only she had not tried to be a lone wolf, and asked for help, then she wouldn't be in the predicament she found herself in. Lia-Hope could hear the footsteps gaining on her as she turned down another corridor of the abandoned building. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she looked back over her shoulder, seeming catching sight of her pursuer, only to have him flicker out of sight. The moment that she had looked back, her foot snagged on one of the cracks in the floor, causing her to trip. She collided against the ground, letting out a squeak as her body bumped. Begs and pleas left her lips for the knife wielder not to hurt her, however she may as well have been speaking to deaf ears. The transparent entity simply held a wicked smile as he stabbed at the female multiple times, her screams blending in with the howling wind outside.

"What, did you over sleep or something?" Trenton sarcastically ask as he spotted the other teen enter the room. Aaron, looked up from his book and shrugged his shoulders, "Perhaps I did," he vaguely answered with a sigh, clamping the book shut as he avoiding eye contact with the popular. The two of them weren't exactly friends, and he didn't care for the rich kid's ways, or his friend the party-animal. He was actually glad that the other was in a coma, not that he would openly admit it. Instead, he silently moved to a seat near the door, not wanting to bring too much attention to himself.

Sιɢɳє∂,XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Tɧє Wяιтєя

[Gwendylyyn]

Seeking. . .

XOXOXOSearching. . .

XOXOXOXOXOXOAdventuring for that greatest thrill. . .

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Jamie XOXO Monroe XOXO Montaire

Jamie nodded as Ken explained his issue with nightmares as well. Hers... they terrified her. She knew there was something wrong with her, something that was bringing more and more pain every time it acted up. She still wasn't sure of what it was, but the only thing that she'd been able to find associated with the pain she was feeling, in the way she was feeling it was some form of bone cancer. The idea scared the hell out of her. Cancer meant lots of time with doctors. Cancer meant the possibility of being stuck in a hospital. Cancer meant possibly having to calm down and not be the free spirit she was now anymore. "Yeah, mine's been pretty frequent, but it gets worse with time. I'm sure it's no big deal..." She was lying, more to herself than anyone else. She didn't want to think that something she had no control over could leave her unable to do all the things she so loved to do.

His explanation of Batman made her smile. No wonder he loved the classic batman, it didn't have bad guys just for the sake of being bad guys. She didn't really take the time to chill and watch t.v very often, usually having an agenda of things to do, or just not being able to sit still for very long. He was right about Batman, too. Even in the newer movies, he never broke his code, as much as there might be times when he would want to. It made her think a bit more about Ken, though. He said these things like it meant something to him, or at least it seemed that way to her. "Everyone has a code, but he really sticks to it. I don't think most people can say that. What about you?" She knew it was a nosy question, and one that she may or may not get an answer to, much less a straight answer, but anyone so into the idea of Batman's code had to have a reason, right?

Her cousin plopped on the couch as she finished up the question, though, and she figured that was an end to any private chatting between her and Ken. He wasn't a bad looking guy, but she could also tell he was older. As much as Jamie was into finding thrills and living for life, she wasn't about to go risking someone else's reputation or freedom by going after older guys. She rolled her eyes just a tad as Timmy began chewing his food. She wasn't going to say anything about it, but the sound definitely grated on her at times. When he mentioned to her that they were out of cereal, though, she gave a light laugh in response. "I noticed. You left the box out. I was thinking we could hit the store, though... or you could just give me cash for what you want, and I'll go get everything. I need to pick up some other things, anyway." A shrug rolled her shoulders, and another spoonful of grits slipped past her lips.

Ken seemed to have the same thought pattern, mentioning that they should make a list. She found it a little odd when he asked what else they needed, though. It wasn't like it was something he should need to worry about at all, being a guest and everything. And then her cousin was shuffling through the cabinets trying to find something for the guy, something that brought a stifled giggle from her. She knew how empty everything was right now, so it was a good thing when Ken said that he had already eaten. There was a reason she hadn't offered anything. "I'll be eating plenty at the festival tonight. Lighter meals throughout the day will hold me just fine."

And now he was offering to go to the store for them? She really just couldn't have that. Even if Timmy may not want to go, she had things she needed to pick up for herself, and she enjoyed being able to grab random items while at the store as well, since you never knew what you might randomly decide you want to go with everything else you pick up. "I have some things I need to pick up, even if Timmy doesn't feel like going. Like I said, though... if you don't feel like going, I could pick up whatever you want as well." The girl was self-sufficient enough to pay some rent, and buy her own groceries, so that wasn't an issue. Usually, the two of them would go and just load everything into the same basket. She'd either give him the money for everything she grabbed, or just separate it out at the counter. It didn't matter much to her, but she wasn't going to have him funding her. She moved here to stop being in the way of the craziness with her parents, she wasn't about to get in someone else's way instead.

When asked what they were doing, Jamie shrugged a bit. "After hitting the store? I gotta swing by the shop and see if we got the part in for my baby's newest upgrade. After that, I need some light touching up on a recent tat. Depends on the time at that point, but I'll either be hitting the Festival after that, or finding something else to waste a little time on beforehand." Why was she telling him all this? Simply letting him know that she was going to the festival later that evening after some running around would have sufficed.

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The Clinic Said I'm
XOXOXOXOXOXOSick,
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOToxic,
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOand Impure,
But There Isn't Any Cure For the Poor and Uninsured!

[s i n f u l BANANA]

x•• All men have a sweetness in their life.
XX•• That is what helps them go on.
xxx•• It is towards that they turn when they feel too worn out.

HAYDEN WRIGHT
the abusedthe abused




It was still rather early, but a young woman was already awake. She was simply sitting in bed, staring out into space. Truth be told, she had been awake for a while now, having been awaken by yet another nightmares. But nightmares were common to Hayden. She had them all through her childhood, and she still had them now. It wasn’t exactly something that she could just make disappear. Didn’t that Freud guy say something about dreams showing part of your subconscious or something? In a way, it might explain why she still had those dreams, even though she was somewhat away from that hell. But, then again, it was still happening at work—just not as bad as it had been at home, while she had been growing up. Nightmares, like the abuse it seemed, would always be part of her life, no matter how hard she tried to escape both. In a way though, Hayden had fallen in the routine of it. She almost always woke up before her alarm clock would ring, but stayed in bed until it did. Only then would she decide to shake off whatever dream she had, and start her day. She had a lot of practice in forgetting things she didn’t like, or at least, she knew how to push them back. How else could she keep everything hidden from her friends?

The shrill sound of the alarm snapped her out of her thoughts. She blinked, and looked towards it, letting t ring for about a minute more before she reached towards it to turn it off. After that was done, she finally got herself moving. In only a few minutes, she was out of bed, and had the shower running, letting the water warm up before she stepped in it. Within seconds, she was under the warm water, where she took her time, like she did every morning. It was funny how some things never changed. She had started taking long and really hot showers when she was a child, taking the time to scrub every single inch of her skin until she felt at least a little cleaner. Now, as an adult, she did the same thing she did before. Change, for Hayden, was not coming easily. In a way though, perhaps it was better that way. In any case, after a long time in the shower, she finally stepped out, and kept on her usual morning routine. After drying herself, she got dressed, in her usual dress clothes. She always dressed nicely. Today, she wore a black pencil skirt, a nice teal silk blouse and, of course, high heels. After that was done, she got her hair and makeup done. The funny part of this all was that her shower was what took her the longest time in all of her morning routine.

Once she was done, she headed towards her kitchen. She didn’t really eat though; she never did in the morning. But she did prepare herself a small lunch to bring with her, which really only consisted of some salad and some tuna. It was her standard lunch, and she often didn’t even eat it. But still, she brought it, just in case she got a break and could eat it. But breaks weren’t always the problem really. Sometimes, the problem was what the others did, that disgusted her enough that she didn’t want to eat anymore, be it bullying—yes, it did happen even at work or in college—or something else. While she prepared everything for work, she took notice about how just how many bakeries she had. Clearly, Kaelin was more bothered about everything that had happened at the party than what she showed. It was a shame Hayden hadn’t noticed before. Tonight, she promised herself, she would spend a good amount of time with her. That carnival thing was happening, wasn’t it? That would be the perfect opportunity to spend time with her friend, and perhaps even try to get a few things out of her. And even if she didn’t manage to do that, at least they would manage to spend some time together, and forget about everything that had happened in the past few weeks.

With her lunch packed, Hayden made sure she had everything needed, and left to head to work. She didn’t have school every day, and, unfortunately when she didn’t, she had to work. But working a lot brought her more money, have more money meant not having no money trouble. The young woman had learned a long time ago that this was how things worked in the world. Or well, how most things worked anyways. She headed towards the buss stop, keeping her pace quick. Before leaving, she had thrown a coat on, and she held it a little tighter around herself. She wasn’t even on the boss, and already she hated the ride. Just the thought of it already made her shudder. But it wasn’t like it would change anything to not like it. So she just made her way to the buss stop. Like usual, she only had to wait a few minutes before the bus was there. She climbed on quickly, and settled down on a near seat. Just as she did, her cellphone vibrated. She quickly pulled it out, and looked down at it, smiling just a tiny bit when she saw who had texted her, but frowning at the message. She quickly typed up a reply.

textmessageTo: Kaelin
textmessageHello, I’m good.
textmessageI have work. But I am
textmessagesupposed to finish early.
textmessageWant to go to the festival
textmessagewhen I’m done? I can
textmessageprobably convince your
textmessagedad. Shall we try that?
textmessagess--Hayden

Once she had hit send, she placed her phone back in her pocket. Unfortunately, with the text sent, she was left with nothing else to do but wait until the bus finally got to her stop. Thankfully, it didn’t take too long—though it had still been long enough for her to get a few stares. You would think that with all this time, she wouldn’t notice anymore. But despite what some people thought, you still did notice what happened around you. She may not look like she was, with the way she was just staring out of the window, but she knew the guy sitting behind her was staring—goodness if he kept it up she would have holes in the back of her head—and she was pretty sure some girls had whispered when she passed to them to get off. Of course, when she passed them she glared, which promptly shut them up, but it wasn’t like it made her feel any better. But she would hardly let it ruin her day. IN fact, she had a plan for today. Whenever something would bother her, she would focus on something good—today, the focus would be on how to convince Kaelin’s father to let her go out with her tonight, and how to actually start the conversation on the night of the party with her. Both things, she wasn’t sure how to do, and what would be better than a boring day at work to think about it. Hayden didn’t usually zone out, but once in a while wouldn’t kill her. And besides, her boss could at least try to work for once, right?

’Yes he can’ she decided silently as she pulled open the door to the office where she worked. She quickly headed to her own office, right next to her boss’. She was, after, his secretary. After hanging up her coat and placing her lunch in the small fridge, she settled out in front of the computer. In only a few seconds, she was settled at her desk, in front of the computer. She turned it on, but didn’t use it yet. Instead, she started going through the files sitting on her desk. What she did in the morning though, was mostly just decide which ones needed to be seen by her boss right away, and which ones didn’t. Not that she actually thought he would look at them. Usually, she had to remind him more than once to look at them, and even then, he tended to ignore her. But still, this was routine. Just like writing a note to remind him of his schedule for the day was. Once she was done, she put the note on top of the important files, and brought the whole thing to her boss’ office. She placed everything down on the desk, rearranged a few things, then went back to her own thing. She didn’t even know he would come, or if he would. But if he didn’t show up today, she didn’t care. Once her shift was over, she was going home, end of story. Tonight, unlike other night, she actually had plans, and she didn’t want to have to change them just because of some guy that had very little respect for her didn’t plan on showing up to work. Hey, not her problem.

No, Hayden didn’t like her boss very much, in case that hadn’t been made clear enough yet.

[mokiepuppymaster]

»» Mr.«« James Eric Parkerson
{The Serious}

Everything's so blurry; and everyone's so fake
and everybody's empty; and everything is so messed up
pre-occupied without you; I cannot live at all
My whole world surrounds you; I stumble then I crawl
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You could be my someone: you could be my scene
you know that i'll protect you : from all of the obscene
I wonder what you're doing : imagine where you are
there's oceans in between us : but that's not very far

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He was tempted to call in and just ask, that's all it'd take was one question. Could he possibly sign up to work late today, tomorrow and pretty much up until Halloween? Though when he drew out his phone, he found himself hesitating. He couldn't help it, there was just the proper way of wording it. "Can I work over?" he repeated lightly to himself, typically Jim wasn't even the type who would be affected by something like this. Back when it dealt with the force, he'd just go to work, and stay late if he wanted. There were times when he would just stay cooped up in his office He remembered the various cases that he had to work on, the mysteries that would leave anyone scratching their heads in the end. Perhaps he should take up reading? At least he'd be able to exercise his mind without meddling in the affairs of the police department.

As his hand gripped his cellphone he found himself scrolling down his contacts. He technically knew the number that he'd need to call to reach his boss's secretary just to know more about the schedules. But out of all the secretaries who worked at the company, the one he'd prefer to talk to wouldn't be in for an hour or so. So he just continued to scroll down through his contacts, and only stopped when he caught sight of one that made him feel as though someone had just walked over his grave. An eerie chill that slipped up his spine and made his hairs stand on end. Kelly Devrows. The guy who he had stopped from committing suicide on the ship, and stayed in contact with as much as he had...and yet he lost touch with the male directly after it was over. Jim was tempted to delete the contact right then and there. It wouldn't do him any good to keep it.

But for some reason, he couldn't. His finger hung over the button, only needing to apply just a bit more pressure to select the name, however that was as far as he could go. In the end, he slowly put the phone back in his pocket. His gaze blankly remained locked ahead of him...was it his fault? Of course not, he wasn't the one who had put Kelly in the position to die, and yet...the fact that the number was even in his contacts, brought him to feel unsure of himself. Was there anything he could've done to prevent it? He shook the feeling off and continued walking down the sidewalk, he didn't know exactly where he was going yet, he was just...walking. His eyes trailed over towards a couple who passed by him with a dog. In the face it looked like a husky, but the way its fur puffed up like a ball of cotton, he figured it was just a relative. Jim didn't know dog breed names, and wouldn't even attempt to guess. He just glanced over. His sister had actually suggested that he get a pet, if only to have some form of companionship. He had broke his ties with friends and hadn't dated anyone in about year. In her opinion, it'd do him some good. Parkerson personally couldn't see himself with one. The last time he had had a dog was back during his freshman year of highschool. Nah, never again.

Suddenly a flyer was shoved into his hand by some kid, looking at her he'd think she was in middleschool, but then again, you can never tell how old anyone is anymore by looks. "Thanks," he muttered before looking down towards it. Great, an advertisement for the start of the festival tonight. If he were by a trashcan, he most likely would have balled up the flyer and tossed it out of his care. But there wasn't. So he simply stuffed it inside of the pocket of his jacket and continued on his way. Should he go? Part of him wondered if it would look back on his part if he did. After all, people had been dying during the planning of the event, shouldn't they just cancel it? What was to stop even more deaths from springing up? Who was to say that this wasn't just all coincidental? What if the first group did it out of stress, and the remaining seven felt it were simply a good idea? Thinking of it that way made it not nearly as interesting. It made Jim's mind not want to attempt to put together the pieces. He noticed the bus stop up ahead, and mentally debated if he should get on. He didn't need to, but part of him was compelled to just go for the ride. His first thought wasn't even to scan over the people who were waiting by the bench. He wasn't looking for familiar faces; for him, anyone and everyone could seem familiar. Which wasn't a good thing.

Then that's when he noticed what looked like Hayden move onto the bus. He knew it was her, just the way she stood, the way her clothes fit on her, the length of her hair. It was the littlest details that stood out to him most of all. He wanted to call out to her, but then again that nagging thought struck him in the back of his mind. Who really wants to socialize with the janitor? Especially outside of work? 'Technically you could bring up work,' he mentally reminded himself, but still, why bring up work before it's even time? So he didn't. Instead he just stood at that bus stop and watched the doors close, as well as the annoyed expression that the driver had to offer. Even though he had a new respect for the people who had take upon them the shittiest of all jobs, he didn't bring himself to offer an apology for wasting their time. What he considered more annoying than doing the job in the first place, had to have been getting pity for it. Apologies, no matter how genuine they originally were, have the tendency to come out souding fake.

So he just kept walking, he hadn't even noticed Piran when he walked past him. At that moment he was just another face in the crowd, another dark haired guy who his mind instantly ruled out the possibility of truly knowing. It was simply awkward the first couple of months he had distanced himself from his old partner. Literally everyone looked like him, to the point where it became naturally for him to figure that it was simply some guy with longer strands of hair. Maybe a highschool or college student who knew nothing about growing up. He hadn't even offered the male a glance and just continued on his way. Then that's when a thought hit him. He drew out his cellphone and scrolled down to his contacts until he located Contance's, which was labeled as Stan. After all, that's what she went by.

Now was the question of how he was going to word it...

To: Stan
Are you going to the festival
tonight? Typically I don't, but
I'm not sure if I'll have an excuse
to get out it this year.
-Parker


Out of everyone who worked at the company, for some reason, he didn't as ashamed to talk to her. At least he hadn't received the 'ohmigawd the janitor's such a creeper' vibe from her. Okay, so no one had flat out called him a creeper, but hell, that's what Jim's mind told him every time he was tempted to jump start a conversation. In the end, he decided to just observe them. In the end that might've made him seem even more like a creeper. He only had this job for a little while and he still couldn't fully cope with the idea. If anything he couldn't wait until he had the chance to have his job interview towards being a security guard. And even with that he was feeling judgmental. The idea of staring at a monitor all night or falling into a routine. Perhaps that was it? With these predictable jobs, he was actually bored out of his skull. This was definitely a punishment.

His cellphone soon rang. He stopped walking and just looked down at the name flashing on the caller ID: Eliza, once more his little sister. So he answerd, "Yeah?" "Jimmy, I...just wanted to apologize, I've just been worried about you and um...this just can't be healthy..." Healthy? Since when did not obsessing over something you couldn't change was considered not healthy? "Don't worry about it," he simply told her, and glanced down at his watch. God, time honestly felt as though it was ticking by too slowly. "But are you going to go to the festival with me tonight?" "I'll think about it--- ah, I gotta go." And he hung up, truth be told, he simply wanted out of the conversation.

{{OoC: Ah, I think I rambled. x.x}}

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Everyone is changing; there's no-one left that's real
to make up your own ending; and let me know just how you feel
'cause I am lost without you; I cannot live at all
my whole world surrounds you; I stumble then I crawl
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Nobody told me what you thought : nobody told me what to say
everyone showed you where to turn : told you when to runaway
nobody told you where to hide : nobody told you what to say
everyone showed you where to turn : showed you when to runaway


There's○Oceans○In»» BETWEEN «« Us○But○That's○Not○Very○Far

[XakaiXameX]

elliot daxen reed

Twas but not more than a simple tug of his ashen hair to which had awoken him. A soft, gentle tug only mother nature herself could perform. A soft breeze that danced across his face freely, with not a care in the world; not even a care to whom it awoke. He didn't mind much. He felt rested, and perhaps better than he had all week. Actually no: he DID feel better. He, being Elliot Daxon Reed; more or less commonly known as Dax. Likely less.

Elliot had fallen asleep last night underneath the sea of stars. He felt his mind had been empty and yet far too full and a walk had been in order. His feet had taken him to an all too familiar spot, one to which he was quite fond of: the lake side. In his drunken glory pertaining to last nights late events - some party someone he barely knew had held, Dax had wandered off into the night and was far from surprised to where he had awoken. It was not a first. Would not be a last. Instead, he patted down the pockets of the wrinkled faded jeans he wore, his fingers numb with a barely noticeable chill, to find treasure; exactly what he had wanted. A neatly rolled, and rather large spliff. Clearly, not work of his own, but such silly things never did matter. All that did was a working lighter, and not much else. Dax placed the spliff between his chapped and flaky lips, not noticing as they cracked and bled in response to his movement, and inhaled with expertise as a flame illuminated before his azure eyes; what a lovely morning!

The twenty year old lay his thin body back, his head of messy hair meeting a bundled hoodie; a make shift pillow from the night before. He supposed maybe he would spend some time here - enjoy the cloudy day and just let time pass, like he usually always did. The embers to his joint burned brightly in agreement, as he closed his eyes and pulled the drugs away from his lips. Yes.. I suppose some how I knew last night I knew this morning that I know I enjoy this thoroughly.. Dax thought, as smoke lazily dribbled from his mouth, and was carried away into the very wind that had awoken him - the same wind that carried the time away.

Several hours passed before the boy stirred. He was awake, of course, but didn't feel it. Dax felt at rest with the entire world, and he wasn't so sure anything could change that; well, anything besides the fact he was about near down from his adored high. That was a problem actually. A big problem. Maybe he could savor this a little more though? Or maybe, another spliff is in order? No argument ignited as the thought was quickly accepted, and his hands trembled back down towards his pockets. Unfortunately, he found nothing though. It was then, it occurred to Dax, that this morning was no longer good at all. No irritation showed as he sat straight on the grass he had sprawled upon how ever - the drugs were still there ever so slightly. "Pretty. Boy." He uttered, in a flowing, though deeper voice that barely suited his lanky flag pole outer image.

Pretty Boy - that was the name of none other than his most favorite person in the world. Could you have guessed who this person was by now? It was indeed, none other than his own personal.. supplier, one could say. Also, a good friend though their friendship was nothing more than the color green, and the smell of paper. It was one Dax appreciated though, and did not mind. He felt almost loving towards the other male and would even do anything for him (supposing there was a little something something in the deal). Yes, Pretty Boy was his closest friend aside from one other person: Jess Kaylee Lawson. She was a true friend, how ever, even though Dax rarely knew the difference. Still, she was also there, and now that he thought about Pretty boy.. he couldn't help but think about her as well. It appeared, there was texting to be tended to.

To: P.B.
Grab?
- Dax

To: Jess
You in?
I was thinking perhaps.
We could build a teleporter of sorts.
- Dax

He pressed SEND, or so what he supposed was the send button on his beaten and antique phone that did nothing more than the simplest of jobs, and snapped the phone shut with out a second thought towards what he had written. All he knew was that he needed to grab.. soon. Now-ish. Or maybe just now. And all he cared about was that text had been sent. The text to Jess though, he barely gave thought to - besides the obvious fact that if he wanted what he needed he would have to walk.. and he hated morning walks. Or maybe it was just sober walks. A simple pout was painted upon his pale features as Dax heaved his body up into a standing position, and collected his belongings - which was but only his hoodie. The sweater was slung with out thought over his right shoulder, and a cigarette had been lit by the time it rested and adapted to the contour of the arch along his torso. It was time to go.

Dax lifted one foot before the other as he wandered into the forest that separated the lake from the bustling city. His feet carried him along the uncharted route that seemed simplest to him - and quickest towards the apartment to which he would find his mate. Brush and bush snagged at his already torn jeans, and he paid but no attention to the many puddles he splashed through carelessly. Dax focused on nothing other than the task at hand, and kept his eyes to the ground (though he was barely aware of it), as he simply stared out to space and attempted to maintain his high with a replacement of nicotine intoxication. A plan he knew that would fail, but a plan that calmed him all too well. He would cope. He would make it. He always did.. and if he did not it would not matter, for Dax supposed he would be no other than dead.

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[Mephreyu_Ansom]

Graham Lenzo Ellis

If I could know the future,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxit better be with you

Graham Lenzo Ellis was asleep on his couch in his living room apartment, with only a pair of striped boxers for warmth. He had been getting ready to enjoy another day of work; as usual. Graham had basically been working on finishing up another report to the chief on a gas station robbery. It was so mundane and average a crime that all the evidence was already there to convict the robber of his crime when they finally got it. ‘They’ being his partner and him. He was the one who offered to finish the report it was no big deal, just a few paragraphs on why the man did it and how they caught him. Nothing much. Yet after he finished typing it up and emailing it out he set his laptop on the coffee table, watched a few shows and preceded to pass out. He had set his alarm clock the day before still just in case.. The only problem was he was a deep sleeper and wasn’t certain if he’d be able to hear the mechanical clock all the way from his room. The day before so that didn’t help his situation one bit. Also upon closer inspection one could see headphones in his ears, connected to an Mp3 of sorts… Why he was listening to music and he was still asleep? He couldn’t tell you. He was a deep sleeper and that was his only explanation for it all. His mouth was gaped open as he snored to himself. It wasn’t an elephant snore, but it was close enough.. Sleeping in the odd position faltered the way he slept.. If anything he must’ve been dreaming about a case or something simply by the expression that had taken hold of his face. It was almost sociopathic in a way, more calculative and less feeling… an odd concept. But he wasn’t a dream analyst so he wouldn’t know. And for a moment he didn’t care. Yet suddenly there was a loud knocking outside his door.

Graham jumped and pushed the headphones off his ears. The loud sound snapped him back into reality. It felt so surreal there was just no way to explain it. The superstitious detective got up and walked over to his room to turn of the alarm clock he beat it by a minute or so. And whoever was at the door was still knocking, “I’m coming, I’m coming..” Graham said as he made his way back over to the door. Glad he was at least wearing an over sized T-Shirt and boxers at the time. Touching his head the brunette thought he might be coming down with something. After all it made no sense how he could hear a voice one second only to not the next… He could miss the day. But then again, he had duties at work he needed to attend to and he couldn’t take a day off without proving his illness so… Graham just shook his head to wake himself up and opened the door to see his landlady standing outside, “Good morning Tabitha.. It’s not even Halloween yet, what do I have to thank for being so lucky as to see you earlier…” In his groggy state he hardly made sense of the words that poured out of his mouth “Don’t give me that sweet talk..” she said almost in a jeering tone, or was it cheering? He couldn’t tell, “Your check bounced.” She said simply. Graham stared at her wide-eyed for a second or two before the word, “What?” Came out of his mouth. “Your… Check… Bounced…” She said slower that time. “No I heard that just,” Graham pinched the bridge of his nose, “It shouldn’t have did you call the bank…?” “I called the bank they said that you didn’t have an account there.” “This can’t be happening…” He mumbled to himself remembering his fortune from the night before, “Look Tabitha I still owe you this month’s rent on all Hallows Eve. Give me today and tomorrow to sort somethings out and I’ll try and get the bank issue under control.” “I know you’re good for the money,” she said, “I’ll give you till my birthday [Halloween] to sort out your little problem.. Till then... Just get some sleep or whatever it is you cops do…”

As he shut the door behind Graham let out a sigh… It made no sense to him, how could the check bounce when he had watched the transaction go through. ‘Expect an extra bounce in your step’. When Graham first read the fortune a few nights ago he figured it meant something in a more positive note. Nothing like this… “No one said it had to be a good fortune…” he thought to himself as he turned on his left heal and made his way to the bathroom door connected to the room he was previously occupying. It was an apartment… Of course, most rooms were going to be connected to various other rooms it’s just how it worked.. Letting out a yawn he didn’t even glance at his own reflection in the mirror, why would he need to? He knew full well what he looked like... Graham scratched his cheek, it had the feel of a beard growing, and at times he wished he would grow one and other’s he didn’t; it really depended on the time of year and if it was fine with the fortunes or not. The stumble wasn’t that of a logger’s so he felt no need to shave but as long as there were razors in the world, he wouldn’t care. Walking over to the shower he took a glance out of the room to look at the clock. “Awh what a way to start the day…” He muttered. Graham then heated up the shower, took off his boxers. And shampooed and conditioned his hair. Nothing exciting really, Gareth never thought it was… He didn’t have any odd habits when it came to bathing, no rubber ducky, no singing in the shower.. Just cleaning himself from the days before, that was it. When he finished taking a shower, Graham turned the faucet off and walked out of the tub. He finally looked in the mirror now and felt that he looked fine in his opinion which was one of the only ones he cared about.

Walking out of the bathroom and back into his room, he threw the white towel in the pile of dirty clothes he had accumulated over the month. ‘I’ll remember to do that when I come home..’ He shook his head with this thought. He’d have to sooner or later, but right now it wasn’t on his mind, maybe when he came home. It didn’t help that his check bounced, if it hadn’t he’d have extra time to clean his laundry rather than check in with the bank and see if they made a mistake. ‘I’ll Maybe they confused my check with someother Graham Ellis’s bank account and that’s why... Wait how many Graham Ellis’s are there in America.. Gawh! This is sooo annoying!’ At his closest, he picked himself, business like attire, complete with a white oxford shirt, red tie, and dyed black baggy jeans. He wore a pair of black and white checkered Vans, something that didn’t match the outfit but it didn’t matter to him. It would be easier to walk around with sneaker shoes, rather than dress shoes anyway. ‘Yes let’s add blisters to my already painful day that’d be great...’ he thought sarcastically to himself. The disappearance of his rent money getting to him. He sat down on the bed and he pulled up his socks and slipped on his shoes. Standing up he pulled his shirt down a little. Then looking at his dresser mirror, he gave himself a wink, before making his way over to his dresser, he picked up the comb that was sitting right there and combed his hair in no particular style or way, mainly since he didn’t really care which way his hair went. As he set the brush down he reached for his Axe body spray something he made sure not to dose himself too much with or else he had that new car scent. Which he didn’t know if that’s what attracted some people or not, but he wasn’t going to get into that.

Graham decided he would eat some breakfast before he left his apartment to head into work. A chocolate éclair toaster strudel seemed to be the best on the go breakfast at the time as he poured his coffee and put a fortune cookie in his pocket for after breakfast. Just as the toaster popped out his strudels his blackberry went off with a generic monotonous ringer. He never felt the need to change it to a song because it wouldn’t be professional. And if he ever forget to turn his phone off and he was in a meeting or prepping for his next case he wouldn’t be embarrassed if it went of. Precautionary measures, but they’re always necessary. The only downside to having a generic ringtone was he never knew who could be texting or calling him at that time. Though flipping it open he found out exactly who it was. His new partner. As much as he liked his old partner back home the omens were a little too freaky for his liking, like a gather of crows on the pine tree when it was just him and Rick (old partner) outside. Pushing that back into the box of tangents it came from… His new partner Piran wasn’t that bad a guy… It was just with Graham’s natural passive lifestyle the other’s rambunctious one was a bit stand-offish at first. Graham has loosened up from the first time he found out he was partnered with the shorter one, but he still doesn’t know how to act around the other if that says anything. After reading it over he texted the playful back with:


‘Yep, I do. I had it saved on my b-berry,
just in case and all… Hopefully, we
won’t run into anyone from the station
and cause suspicion.. I don’t think they
ever had a festival like this where I’m
from.. so this’ll be.. different, at best.’


After the message was sent off he grabbed his coffee in one hand and held the cooked strudels in his mouth. A juggling feat for the average working man. When he made it to the ground floor he had eaten the strudels in the elevator yet still he the coffee in one hand as he headed to the parking deck where his cobalt ford was He opened the car door and jumped inside, set his drink in the cup holder, put the keys in the ignition, and started it up. The radio came on to some FM radio station playing the latest hits. He turned it to an AM news station and listened about the latest incidents going on. One being on the recent mass suicide crimes. Being the older brother to a twin who lost his sister he knew what depression looked like and how it affected people and family’s. Hell his nearly divorced but pulled it together in the past year or so. The only thing was he didn’t get what was driving the teens to do that, after you get past high school a new world opens up to you and you don’t have to limit yourself. Graham let out a sigh; maybe no one understood his logic but him. Graham was only a few more blocks away from his place of employment. He didn’t really want to go. Okay he did but the idea to actually do something more than file papers was a bit exciting for the Superstitious. He wondered if there would be anything unique to it all. He still had yet to read his horoscope, yet decided it could wait till the next stop light before he loaded his email on his blackberry. No sense in getting in a wreck and finding out his horoscope was ‘Focus means everything pay attention to the road ahead’ not that it was today but it had been a few months back. When he was in park at the stoplight ahead he loaded the screen. He put it in the coin holder to wait till he parked in his usual spot, it wasn’t till he was finally at work did he read his horoscope.


‘Cancer:
It's hard for you to get much done today,
as your energy just doesn't flow like it usually does.
That's okay, though, as now is a time for you to
sit and think rather than to move and act..’


“Huh…” He sat in park as he let the words rest in his head a while. They were always like puzzles, big puzzles that needed to be solved. Of course it took some time to figure out puzzles in general but who knew maybe he’d figure this one about before lunch break? Graham grabbed his coffee and made sure his door was locked before he headed inside the building. He got a few points and giggles as he walked to the lockers no doubt in his mind that some prank had been pulled and it dealt with him. It wouldn’t bother him… Graham just wished people wouldn’t act like it was some big secret they needed to hide because most of the time they didn’t try and hide it at all. As he neared his locker he saw the reason for the clamor was someone had, badly, shooped a fortune cookie into the blue monster from Sesame Streets hand. It was a motivation poster it said ‘FORTUNE’ in big words, and under it the rest of the text read ‘Everyone has one’. It wasn’t that bad actually. But really, this was the cause of the snickers? Graham let out a sigh as he opened his locker to put his coat in. He placed his coffee down and gently peeled off the poster and stuffed it in his locker. He’d throw it away but would rather not walk around the office with it. Making his way to his cubicle he took a sip of his coffee and simply went to thinking about what the horoscope said and if it could hold any connection to the murders as silly as it seemed, maybe it could. Graham also tried to make it look as though he was focusing on work just in case the chief walked by.

ooc;; will edit layout later

[Frustrated Writer]

∂σи'τ sτσp make it pop
DJ blow my speakers up
Tonight, Ima fight
Till we see the sυиℓιgнτ
Tick Tock on the clock
ьυτ τнε pαяτу ∂σи'τ sτσp, иσ

If I ℓσvε her, it’s been too long.
These girls fall like Dominos
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx∂σмιиσs

Stephano Costa De Luca ↔ The Party-Animal

paartyy>liifeeStephano Costa De Luca’s eyes had not yet opened. He still looked as if he slept blissfully unaware of the fact that he was in a coma. It did look like he would wake up at any moment, but it always did. He had been here long enough for his wounds to heal, which wasn’t all that long. The doctors were surprised that he was healing very quickly. They couldn’t give his parents an answer as to the exact moment he’d wake up. The fact that he healed so quickly gave the doctors hope that he would wake up at some point. In the beginning the doctors weren’t all the sure he would wake up. He had suffered some pretty serious injuries, some looked worst than they were, but all in all they healed with time, as many things do, and now he was just. . . asleep. His parents were worried. His father came to visit whenever he had the time away from work to. His mother visited everyday when she first found out and then slowly it came to once every two days until it became once a week. They met Maddie for the first time at the hospital. To say it was an odd meeting would be a lie, it was awkward. Stephano was never the type to bring a girl home to his folks. His parents knew he was dating, but they didn’t think it would be serious as it sounded with Maddie. Apparently they had been together since their senior year of high school. Were they parents upset? Not really. Stephano was a man, he could as he pleased.

paartyy>liifeeStephano was in coma-sleep mode and didn’t hear anything of what their parents and Maddie may have talked about during the while he’s been here. Not that he’d really interject much between what they said if he were awake. It didn’t bother him what his parents thought about the way he lived, though he never told them exactly how he lived. Sure he was nineteen, but to his parents if you were old enough to move out of your nest and build your own that you pay for. . .then you were an adult no matter what the law said or how you acted. Stephano hardly acted like an adult. More like a teenager. . . he didn’t even look like a adult he still looked like he should be shuffling around in a high school hallway talking life up the a**. You could say he has matured since high school. Not a lot, considering it’s only been a little over a year since he’s been out. It most certainly wont be trying any drugs while drinking anymore no matter how much people tell him it isn’t that harmful. He learned that lesson years ago. He still treats girls like they are a dime a dozen and well. . . partying has always been in his blood and a part of him. . . Just maybe when he wakes up he’ll have a new look on life. Maybe he’ll think about settling down and not being so much of a jerk. Maybe he’ll actually get the guts to break off the relationship with Maddie and tell her that he isn’t the one for her. That he isn’t the one for anyone. Maybe he’ll just become a better person and actually be the one for her, the one she wants him to be. . . And maybe he’ll become president. Those were crazy thoughts. Crazy thoughts that sent his mind back into dream mode.

paartyy>liifeeIt started out like it always did. He was staring himself in the mirror wearing a tux and his piercings were the black metal ones he really liked. He looked completely terrified. Yes, it was a dream, though he couldn’t tell himself it was dream. Not even when he woke up. . . because he couldn’t wake up, not just yet. “Trent. . . I don’t think I can do this, man.” He found himself saying to the mirror. In its reflection he saw Trent, though his appearance was blurry and not fully there, he was the best man. . . At least if Stephano really was going to get married he’d like to think that Trent would be his best man. He said something, Trent did, but so many rehearsals of the dream made the voice faint and mulled over, even thought Stephano knew what he was saying, he couldn’t make it out this time. “I know. I know. Will you help me run away?” Stephano was serious stressed in his coma state. Although, normally no sighs would show though that he was having this nightmare again. His heart rate increased slightly. Back in dream world, Trent showered him with words of wisdom and words of threats. In the back of his dream self’s mind, he knew some of what he said he wouldn’t say in real life.

paartyy>liifeeThere as knock on the door that was Stephano’s dressing room and in came Sophia dressed in a witches costume. “HEY! The beautiful bride is waiting for her dumbass husband to walk to her and say ‘I do’. Get your a** out there now.” While she spoke she had a missing tooth that kept Stephano’s attention. The blue haired witch woman turned on her heals and dragged her broom away with her when she left. Trent suddenly disappeared and Stephano was left to walk out of the room and to his doom by himself. The wedding decorations weren’t your average decorations. It looked like a scene from a zombie movie. Broken chairs were all over the place. Rotten food lined the tables. Some people where dead against the chairs that weren’t broken. The decorations looked like any other wedding should have. Lace on the tables lace streamers and flowers. Only the lace was black and/or grey it had holes and blood splatters on them. The flowers, naturally were dead or just beginning to die. Stephano looked toward the woman he was marring, but her back was to him and she was staring at the preacher who looked to be a demon from hell. The witch Sophia stood on the bride maid’s side smacking some gum and cackling like most witches do. Stephano stopped walking. He did not want to go any closer. Maddie, although her back was still to him, looked fine in a sea of even. Her white wedding dress looked to be just freshly cleaned and made the finest silk material. She didn’t have a veil and her blonde hair was down. As she normally wore it. It also looked to be just washed and was as most likely the brightest thing in the room. “Step to it boy.” The demon preacher said and Stephano swallowed hard. He did not want to walk any farther, but he did. When he got close enough, Maddie turned around. She held the only living flower in the room. A single red rose. Also, her stomach seemed to be a little bigger than usual. . . more like she was about seven months pregnant. As usual in the is part of the dream, She held on a hand for him to grab. Stephano, however. Freaked out. He screamed and ran out of there.

paartyy>liifeeFinally, Stephano’s eyes snapped open. He was breathing hard, but the lights of the bright hospital room made him shut his eyes again. He moved to bring one hand up to rub his eyes, but the hand felt like it was way to heavy to be his hand. He squinted down at his hand to see a hand holding his. He looked beside the hand and saw a blonde head of hair. Apparently someone had fallen asleep by his bed. . . and then it came to him. It was Maddie. “Eeeghhg” He made a sound and moved his hand out of hers. It wasn’t hard, because she was sleeping and she had no presser on holding his hand. After that dream though, it was horrible to think of holding her hand. But that noise he made in his throat caused him to cough uncontrollably. He hadn’t used his voice in a while. To him he was fine. He felt like he had just woken up from a good night’s sleep . . . Aside form that dream. But he needed some kind of water before he could talk normally. While he coughed he looked around. . . Might as well. Yup. Sure enough he was in the hospital, but why again? Slowly, it came back to him. Part. Window. Death. Only, he wasn’t dead. He was in the hospital. Hopefully Maddie would tell him what just happened. Sure, normally he wouldn’t let one night of partying and not remembering what happened get to him. . . but this was different. He was pushed out of a window. He wanted to know if who did it got caught or if he was okay. Or paralyzed. He didn’t want to move to find out.

paartyy>liifeeShe moved. Of course she would wake up to his coughing. It had gotten pretty bad before he was able to stop. The only person in here was Maddie. The nurses themselves hadn’t figured out that he had waken up yet. He wasn’t worried about it. He was sure he had only been a sleep one day, max. What would he do when he found out that he had in fact been out longer than a day. . . Wasn’t clear. Not until Maddie told him. You could expect a little disbelief. Okay, a lot of disbelief. He looked perfectly fine. Like he should. Though he did remember the falling from the window part, he didn’t exactly remember the hitting the ground part or that much of the falling. For all he knew he could have just fell two feet, and then was caught by superman and set on the ground nicely. No wounds. He could only see his arms, which didn’t have any new scars from the looks of them right now, but as soon as Maddie woke up and as soon as he could get up to look at himself. . . he could like to determine the amount of damage he did take. . .if he took any at all.

[rajio_obake]

Oh-oooh!Madεlεiηε Darcy Siηclair

I want your ugly xxxxxxxxxxxx I want your disease
I want your everything xxxxxxxxxxxx As long as its freexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I want your lovexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Love-love-love

xxxxxI want your love

Madeleine Darcy Sinclair wasn’t the brightest of bulbs in the box… She was far from it… It’s a wonder she even passed highschool and made it into college. But despite her lack of common knowledge she had a job at a local Victoria’s Secret in the mall. She didn’t see anything wrong with it. She got to try on free make-up and the latest bras and panties that came in first… Sometimes she even kept a few to surprise Stephano with. It always made him happy to see her n them and if it made him happy it made Maddie happy. That was just how she functioned. She had gone to work after class was over yesterday around four in the afternoon; just enough to give herseld time to hang out with her friends like Sophia for example. At work Maddie organized a few items by color. Color coordinating was so easy (hmm… wonder why). Maddie was the youngest member on the workforce but what did that account for other than the fact she was seen as someone mature enough to work there. Though to begin by priding on how mature Maddie was, would be a joke. Seeing as she was about as mature as any eighteen year old girl would pride herself to be, it would just make sense to say that she was just lucky they hired her when they did. At work it was practically packed full of people, probably because people enjoy a romantic evening on Halloween night... Sure Halloween isn’t the most romantic Holiday, but maybe there were some people who viewed as being one. Like the Emos, Goths, and Punks. And yes Maddie stereotyped people; it was just easier for her to… The only thing at work she had to wear was a skin tight pink shirt, daisy duke shorts and a nametag like everyone else. She helped a few customers out, took some cute black and pink laced bras off the shelf and into her purse to try on later, and outfitted a few manikins in their latest shipments.

When Maddie left work at nine she had enough time during her night drive to reflect on her little situation, though it may as well be looked at a big situation; Since her boyfriend was in a comatose state. It was something that even after being told by the doctors she couldn’t wrap her head around it. It was something so simple when spoken and written on paper, and at the same time so complex and unimaginable when taken the time to think about. The fact that someone could’ve actually tried to injure her Stephano? It was something that she has still yet to come to grips with… partially because she views him as a complete saint who would do no wrong. Sure she’d heard around that he’d been cheating on her with other girls. Madeleine had no proof and figured most of those girls were just jealous of the love that her and Steph have anyway.. She slept with him a few times and he was the only one she slept with since they’ve been dating and she expects the same from him even if that is not the case. She’s on the pill and does the day after pill too as a precautionary measure. She wants to get married before they have kids so if she got knocked up now well… That’d ruin her dream wedding so she’d have to get the thing removed from her gut as soon as possible so it was abortion all the way. And truthfully she saw no problems in that.. Of course she’d make sure to talk to Sophia beforehand. Besides being her best friend she was also sort of like her older sister. Someone she can go to whenever things were bad. Like all her relationships before Steph. If she had a rough breakup she went to Sophia, that’s how it worked.

Instead of going home Maddie decided she’d make a pit stop at the hospital just to see if he was awake yet… It was silly and naïve, but Maddie couldn’t help it that’s who she is… It was at the hospital she met Steph’s parents for the first time. Sure Steph had met Maddie’s only because she loves to show off her latest catch, but he never took her over to his place unless his parents were out of town and they had other things on their minds. The conversations they had concerned their son and Maddie’s lover but it was more of the three getting to know each other if they ever were at the hospital at the same time. Madeleine didn’t feel the need to say ‘Hullo’ to the doctors she passed in the halls, and though it was passed visiting hours the nurses still let her see him. Why? Possibly because they figured out Maddie’s own little.. condition. It felt good to be able to see him again, even if she had seen him yesterday afternoon with Trent and maybe Sophia… Sitting there she didn’t understand his condition it was so odd.. He was so lifeless. If she was ever curious enough to lift an eye lid up it looked like something out of a horror film… Not that she did when nurse, or anyone else was around… Maybe once.. Just to figure out what was going on.. Her blonde hair and personality made her as curious as a house cat… And everyone except Maddie knows how that story turns out.

She had tried to handle the whole thing as best she could but it put a serve dent in her plan to get married… She wished he was awake they could talk this out and find everything out. But instead she was there alone, tempted to go home but she felt so tired that she took Steph’s hand and laid down to take a nap before she left. Her dreams were a little out there, not odd for someone with a wild imagination such as hers. She had a dream that she was sitting on a sofa watching a snow globe. When the last snowflake in the globe fell she got out of the sofa and tried to shake it. It didn’t work, it fell over and broke the water started to fill the room she backed away into a door. Opening the door she was surprised to see ferret on the other side with something in its mouth it almost looked like a tree but she couldn’t make it out. She went closer to try and reach it but stopped when she saw a butterfly. She walked closer to see what it looked like the only thing that stopped her from was when she started to hear feel a vibration on her thigh and coughing… Really loud coughing.. At first she thought it was going to be the only time she heard it. But it continued on and on… Till she finally found himself lightly opening his eyes to see what woke her from her sleep. Her low set eyes suddenly popping out when she saw who was awake.

“Steph!” she practically yelled out as she reached to wrap her arms around her boyfriend’s neck. “We all thought you were dead!.. Oh my god..” She sniffed a bit trying to hold back the uncontrollable tears that wanted to stream down her face and ruin her make-up from the day before. “I’m so happy you’re alright!” She kissed him on the cheek. A glance at the clock and she had overslept from her originally intended ‘nap’. “I wonder if they know!” ‘They’ being Trent and/or Sophia at the time. ‘I should spread the word… Yep that’s what I’ll doo…’ She was probably yelling so much that nurses and doctors were starting to get the idea that either something really good happened or really bad… She didn’t care she was happy beyond belief. She reached to pull out her phone and saw one new text message from Trent. She’d read it later first she was going to call Sophia, ahfter all Sophia was her best friend and it only made sense that her friends got to hear about the miracle first. But she kept getting Sophia’s answering machine, “Soooooppphhhhhiiiaaaaaaaa! Call me back pwweeeaaaseee!!” Was one of the messages she sent her friend before just resorting to a text message to the golddigger.

Sophia you won’t believe
Who woke up!!
<<<333333
I’m soo happy ;D

Since she was looking at her text she read over Trent’s text, but decided to call him back. First things first though, “Stephy-Poo you’ve been out since like forever! I hope your okay the Docs are complete confused that you aren’t dead or seriously hurt… But they did strap you up to almost everything known to man… Anywhoo I’mma call your bestie and tell him the good news..” She gave him a big smile as she jumped out of happiness. “yay…” she muttered as she waited for the line to Trent’s phone to get through. She hummed a little tune to the beeps that passed and it wasn’t long till she heard the crackle and Trent’s voice over on the otherside, she didn’t allow him to much time to say anything before she blurted out, “Stephano’s awake!! I don’t know how but I woke up and he’s awake and… Here Steph say ‘hi’:” Of course the dry throat issue slipped her mind and the reason he coughed too, she put the phone in his face and it sounded like he made another muffled sound before she took the phone back. Wherever Trent was it sounded like there were a lot of people than it hit her the Halloween festival, she was supposed to help too… but she was a little too happy to care at the moment. “Trent, like, how fasty do you think you can get here?” was a question she asked as she jumped unto the bed to sit next to her beau. Smiling away in her own happy thoughts.

You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want a bad,your bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance~