i'm a walking travesty, OPEN.

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dahlia was hungry. and seeing how she had a craving for candy, she figured that the only place she could get it was to go to the vending machine in the student lounge. there was no way she was heading to the store. no way at all. as she dug in her drawer searching for change, she was hoping that no one would see her. she was wearing sweatpants and a tee shirt, something that her room mates were used to, but other people were not. taking a small breath, she finally reached for enough change, and headed down the halls to the student lounge. it was eight oclock, not a time that people were usually still up and about the school, unless they were going out to party. seeing how she hated partying, she was staying home this saturday night.

slowly, she made her way down the hallway, looking at her surroundings. she was familiar with everything, but she still liked to stop and take a good look at things. at last, she reached the student lounge. briskly, she made her way over to the vending machine, pondering on just exactly what she wanted. her favorite candy was good old reeses, but she didn't know if she was in the mood for a milky way or something else. finally, she made her decision. she figured she couldn't go wrong with a milky way. turning around, she went to head out of the lounge, before she bumped into someone. blinkly slighty, she looked up at the person. "oh sorry." she mumbled.

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[marilynmahdavi]

mari was walking back from the kitchen, almost in a comatose from all the weed she had smoked that day. it had been a stormy day, and fortunately the kids were on presidents day vacation. mari had been spending her days chilling out and smoking pot. she had smoked a lot this week, she was nearly constantly high. usually when she was high, she was pleasant, calmer, but lately, she was still the same bitch she was when she was sober. mari was a vicious monster, and that's what she loved the most about her. she loved pushing people around, and with her best friend and other half, leo, by her side, pushing people to the edge was as easy as ever.

mari held a paper plate and paper cup in her hands, the paper plate holding a long slab of delicious pizza that she had warmed in the microwave, the cup containing her favorite soda, dr. pepper. the good about hawthorne was that, a.) they didn't lock the large green-painted doors that led to the kitchen, and b.) the kitchen was full of great things to much on when she got the munchies from weed. she made regular stops to the kitchen, whether it was late at night or early in the morning. she hung there often. she wondered if the hawthorne staff had noticed they were missing some food. she figured they didn't, because each member of the hawthorne staff team was a moron. one has a gay relationship with his student, and it seems as if they know nothing about 'curing' people with problems. mari was pretty sure no one had ever been cured at hawthorne. she had heard of that rudolph kid leaving the school, but she figured he hadn't been cured. once a sex addict, always a sex addict. could any of them really be rid of their problems?

as she was making her way through the student lounge on the way to her dorm, she was shocked when, suddenly, someone bumped in her. someone slightly familiar. she peered closely in the few moments before the girl apologized, and a small smile crept past her lips. ass face, she thought, amused. the girl she had met in hawthorne's infamous online chat. "watch it, chinshit." she snarled, a slight mocking sneer in her voice. mari was a nasty bitch, and she embraced it fully. what would she be without her monstrous, dominant antics? just another spineless hawthorne student. at least she took charge.

words, four hundred twenty three
outfit, click.
tagged, dahlia perch
notes, heyy c: let the rivalry begin! cx

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dahlia didn't really want to get involved with some people at hawthorne. and marilyn was one of them. in fact, she was labeled the biggest bitch at the school, and dahlia hated people like her. it wasn't like dahlia to hate anybody. her mom raised her to be nice to everyone, and she did that. sometimes dahlia was too sweet, though. she let people walk all over her, and she never did anything about it. sticking up for herself was something that she was never good at. it was part of the reason people chose her to pick on. a weak girl was an easy target.

she looked up. fuck she thought. this was honestly the last person she wanted to run into. she raised an eyebrow. if the only thing mari was going to make fun of was her chin, then she was all right with that. she couldn't control the things that she was born with, and many people in her family were born with a cleft chin. so making fun of her was like making fun of her whole family. she was okay with people making fun of her, but it really pissed her off when people brought her family into the middle of this. she chuckled. "is that the best you can do? because honestly, it's pretty weak." mari was the only girl that dahlia wanted to punch. and surprisingly, dahlia knew how to throw a punch. when she was younger her mother made her take karate for safety reasons.

dahlia unwrapped her candy bar, taking a bite of it. at home she wasn't allowed to have candy, since her mom deemed it unhealthy. sometimes, she wished her mom would stop treating her like such a little kid. the first thing she realized at hawthorne was that there were a lot of snobby stuck up bitches, and dick heads. she thought it was hilarious, seeing how they had problems, just like the rest of the people. though, she felt like the staff could help people more. half of them were fucking students, and the others just sat in their offices the whole day. she wasn't sure a staff member tried to talk to her at all, except for handing her homework. "don't you have a party to attend or something? cause i don't want you here." she wasn't the best at comebacks, but she was completely honest.

[marilynmahdavi]

mari smiled a little, a devious smirk and glimmered in the the dim litted area. usually, mari hated people who put up a fight - she liked to shut people down fast and easy, and they just made it harder for them when they tried to fight back. mari dominated everyone eventually though. dahlia was just another victim. though mari had made friends at hawthorne, she preferred to make sure everyone had something against - she loved being a bother. and that's how she became infamous at hawthorne - people talked shit andher named got around a lot. which was what she had wanted all along.

"i could do worse," she offered, stepping forward, closer to dahlia. her wiry burnt umber eyes darkened a notch,whether it was do to the poor lightning or the excitement of a hunt, a small fight. a victory on the horizon was how she saw it. mari had not been taught to fight, she had learned - her whole life, like many others, had been a huge struggle. but, unlike most kids, she had a spine. she fought back while most kids quivered in their rooms and awaited another beating. sure, in her younger days, she had not known what to do when her drugged up father tossed her mother around and then let out his fury on his only daughter. but she grew, and there was an easy way to take care of her father - fight back. she had stabbed him on two occasions and beaten him on another two. mari did not need lessons on fighting. she trained herself.

mari watched the new girl rip her candy bar open and take a bite. she winced, wondering how someone could manage to slither such a nasty piece of food down their throat. maybe it was just because mari had a slight eating disorder, and therefore, she steered very clear of candy. mari only at slight junk foods when she was incredibly high, and only when it was necessary - that point in time where the munchies would be unbearable and she'd be forced to make her way to the kitchen. tonight had been one of those night. she still gripped her plate and cup. she spied a small table a few feet away and moved, almost snakelike, to the table so she could set her things down. she returned to dahlia, the same eerie smile on her face that she had on before. her mind lapsed for a moment, and she started to wonder what dahlia's issue was - she couldn't have an eating disorder. for all she knew, the girl could be a sociopath. but she sure as hell didn't look like one. mari figured that possibility was out, too.

she yawned, almost bored by the girls futile attempts. "i go where i want when i want. you certainly wouldn't change that. anyways, i'm still recovering from a party last night." mari said, faking a sense of kindness. mari was good at what she did - getting under someones skin was a specialty of hers. would this girl be any different from the countless others? most likely not. but mari did like surprises, and perhaps a little fair fight would do her good. most of the kids she fought at hawthorne weren't very good at fighting. she had a sense this girl was different, though she was not sure why. she figured she'd find out in due time.

words , five hundred seventy eight
outfit , click.
tagged, dahlia perch.

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dahlia took a slight breath, before looking back over to the vending machine. she was still hungry, which she didn't understand. she could eat for hours and never gain weight. a curvy figure was what she had, and she was glad about that; being skinny was never her thing. the one thing that she would never be at this school for was an eating disorder. she surely loved her foods. some people thought she was fat, but she wasn't close at all. working out daily was part of her daily routine, something that she was planning on keeping. in fact, this morning she had a tough workout, which completely wiped her out.. thank god for starbucks, or she could have been passed out by now. taking a small breath, she dug in her pocket for a moment. she didn't have anymore change with her, so she was going to have to settle with something from her dorm, and she wasn't sure she even had anything good in there. her room mates were slobs that she just couldn't stand. she hated having a mess. if someone where to make a mess right now, she would be the first one going to clean it up.

dahlia didn't let people mess with her. sure, she wasn't the best at comebacks, but her strength made up for her lack of words. to her, having comebacks only made you look good in front of your friends, and were used to only bring people down. sure, she was a hypocrite at times, seeing how she always said a comeback when somebody snapped at her. the only way she was best at fighting was getting down and dirty with fists. as much as she hated hurting others, sometimes it was just necessary. dahlia raised a slight eyebrow as mari was getting closer. the last thing she wanted was for this girl to be near her like this. in fact, she just wanted to get away. not because she was scared, but because she just really did not want to deal with the drama right now. to dahlia, it seemed like all mari cared about was drama. dahlia preferred to stay away from drama, and just have fun with her friends. taking a small breath, she shook her head slightly.

she grinned when the girl faked kindness to her. "oh hunny, you know you can't fake anything with me. so why even try?" she smiled. dahlia could see past anything fake. when people acted like they liked her, and they didn't really, for some reason she could tell. it was weird in a way, but she liked having it. walking over the the trash can, she went to throw out her wrapper. most kids just threw their wrappers wherever, but she was not like most kids. after throwing her wrapper out, she ran her fingers through her hair. turning to mari she shook her head slightly.

notes: no muse. sorreh.

[marilynmahdavi]

mari rolled her eyes, nearly laughing in dahlia's face. "it was supposed to be fake, moron. you're not special because you can decipher what's real and what isn't. anyone can do that." she said, yawning promptly afterwards, as if dahlia were boring her. as if it would spark something within the girl that would suddenly get things going. mari loved to antagonize people. she was known for it, she was good at it. it wasn't like she avoided situations that were deemed tense. she tilted her head slightly, wondering about dahlia. did she have the balls to stand up to mari, like no one else did? mari had been waiting for the day someone would actually start a fight with her, and not the other way around. she never got an even match around hawthorne - since everyone was spineless and weak, the fights mari did get into ended quickly, with her always being the winner. something about dahlia made her think that a quick fight might not be plausible.

"you obviously don't let it when i push your buttons. so why don't you do something about it?" mari tested, taking yet another step closer. mari didn't care if she wasn't being as intimidating as she could be. she wanted dahlia to take this into her own hands. steer the conversation into a more heated direction. surprise her. mari's title as the dominative shark wouldn't go anywhere if she didn't have an admirable enemy, whom she could always feud with. most people cowered away from her once she set them in their place. and mari should've expected the same from dahlia, but she didn't. as if dahlia looked intimidating. mari nearly snorted aloud as she viewed dahlia from head to toe. a question popped in her mind as she did so. what are you here for, anyway?" she asked, her distaste for the girl evident in her voice. it was like she was sneering at the girl, though not quite.

marilyn spotted a nearby bench and made her way to it, sitting down and smiling at dahlia, a darker emotion in her eyes. she figured this would take a while, if the girl really did try to fight back. mari was the one who usually started physical fights. she never held back and was completely merciless. but tonight, she relaxed leisurely on the bench, waiting for dahlia to make the move. just to see if she'd do it. she could go down in hawthorne history as the girl who thought she had a chance against marilyn mahdavi. when else would mari get this delightful opportunity? the spineless folks at hawthorne surely wouldn't do this. all she had to do was push dahlia to the edge. find a weakness. she scanned the girl once more, seeking no evidence of a pressure point she could break. a game of cat and mouse. mari wasn't usually so patient, but she might as well give it a try.

words, five hundred
outfit, click
tagged, dahlia perch.

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