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[abrielle elaine worthy]

'cause you left me
police scene chalk line

tequila shots in the

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Her eyes glanced out the window of her dorm. The day was pretty gray, and usually people wouldn't want to go out in weather like that. It was probably pretty cold outside and some of the kids here weren't from around here. She let out a sigh before looking down at her history homework. She wrote down a few more sentences about China, before glancing back out the window. She really wanted to go outside and take some photographs. She looked down at her homework, before pushing it off of her lap and jumping off of her bed. She walked grabbed some clothes from her dresser drawer and changed, before running a brush through her hair. She grabbed her camera and iPod before walking out the door, making sure to lock her door before she walked away from it.

Abrielle let her eyes glance over the people that were loitering in the hallways as she walked. She really hated this place. She knew that she needed to be here, because she couldn't live her whole life with these fears, but she was just getting worse the longer that she stayed here. When she arrived here, her fear of men had increased greatly and she hated it. She didn't want to be around any guy whatsoever. Usually, she could handle being around a guy, but now she couldn't even handle it thanks to that boy that she'd met in the common room. She closed her eyes for a moment and pushed the thoughts from her mind before walking outside.

She shivered slightly at the cold bite of the weather, before she grew used to it and she was able to ignore the chill. She pulled her iPod out and tucked the white earbuds into her ears, turning on the music on. She turned the volume up on high and turned the songs until she found one that she wanted to listen to. She walked slowly around the grounds, her blue-green orbs looking around for something interesting to take a photo of. It had taken probably ten minutes before she let out a sigh and looked up at the sky. The gray clouds didn't let you see any sign of the blue sky that was hidden behind it. Then, she found a patch of cloud that was letting streams of sunlight peak through. A light smile came to her lips and she pulled her camera up to her eye and she zoomed in on that patch, before snapping a photo of it.

Pulling the camera away from her eye, she let the small smile fade from her lips, before she started walking again. She didn't know where she was heading, but she was hoping that it was somewhere interesting, so she could get a good photo. She hadn't taken many photographs since she came to this school, but she knew that she needed to. She needed some for her portfolio. She found herself at the lake and she sat down close to the water, placing her camera in her lap and leaning back on her elbows. Her eyes glanced around, before she looked back up at the sky. A relaxed smile came to her lips, before she shut her eyes. She just stayed like that for a few minutes before dropping her head and grabbing her camera. She glanced around again, before her eyes landed on something she thought was interesting. It was a tree surrounded by pure white snow. There was no snow on the branches of the tree, so the tree just looked dead. It would make for an interesting photo. She pulled her camera back up to her eye, before putting the setting on her camera to what she found appropriate, before capturing the photo with a grin on her lips.

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[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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So, why would anyone sane want to go on a walk in the ground on a day like this? Aleks wasn't sure, but then again, he wasn't exactly sane himself. Maybe because of the omnipresent, oppressive boredom which seemed to lurk in every corner of the building. It would seem to creep up on you as you went around the place, slowly worming it's way into your mind until it was the center of your life, and you'd do fucking anything to get rid of it. For some people, that anything might be run away, as many tried. Maybe shoot up some dope, or try to kill yourself if you really got desperate. Or just have a lot of sex, which was perhaps slightly healthier, as long as you used a condom. But what did Aleks do? Normally, he'd just terrorize people. Okay, this was also something he did when not bored, but when this ennui seemed so overflowing, he couldn't help but torture even more. It made him grow bored of having a cover far quicker, made him reveal his malignancy without thought. I mean, if he continued on this way, a forensic unit was really seeming quite likely. And unfortunately, if he got convicted after April, hey there adult ward. He just really fucking wouldn't like something like that happening. In all fairness, it wasn't his fault. They put him in here, they took away Josh, who had kept him relatively sane, and then they expected him to get fucking better? Yeah right, you can fuck off with that idea.

So shock upon shock, to try and find something to do, Aleks had taken a walk in the grounds. No, fuck off, the walk itself wasn't expected to relieve the boredom. Instead, he was hoping, probably in vain, to find something to do whilst he walked. Okay, he had no idea what he could find, but the chances were better out here, away from the oppression of the house, than in his dorm room. Especially since no one seemed to be free at the moment. Cam had disappeared, most likely being forcible dragged to an appointment with her psychiatrist, whilst Tristan (he suspected) was off somewhere picking up drugs. And then Eliza was probably somewhere, but he couldn't be fucked with the finding of her. So instead, a walk. To find something to do. And yeah, okay, maybe he was slightly counting on that something to be dissection, and if you emptied his endless pockets you would of seen that. Scalpels, pins, even just a bit of string to make a simple lasso trap to catch a small animal. Of course, in his other pockets were lighters, matches, and other fun stuff, along with him trademark Marlboros. And it was one of these that he was pulling out of his pocket and lighting when he saw the girl with her camera.

To begin with, he only recognised her slightly. The whole episode which had happened the last time they had met hadn't been remembered properly, blurry in his mind, as many of those type of episodes were, if not completely blank. But Cam had told him about it afterwards, and the emotions, thoughts and feeling from his subconscious that were now beginning to rise seemed to fit. Her name was... What was the little birdie's name again, damn it? Oh yes, that was it Abrielle. Anxiety kid, rape, trauma, that kind of thing. And from what he could remember of last time, she was an absolute dear to play with.

A manic grin sparked at the side of Aleks' mouth as he moved toward her, footsteps slow and nearly silent in the crisp snow, creeping up behind her, the only warning of his presence being the stink of cigarette smoke. She was taking a picture of what looked like a dead tree, white untrodden snow surrounding it, framing it nicely. Wonder how she'd react if I broke her camera? The manic glint in Aleks smirk seeped into his eyes, knowing from instinct that this was definitely gonna be something to relieve the boredom. Or better yet, wonder how she'll react to me? Stepping up behind her, Aleks spoke, voice loud against the otherwise silent wind. "Oh hey there, little birdie. How you doing?" His words lilted, stringing themselves together, predatory and primed, smirking in simply their tone and timbre. This'd be so much better than staying alone at the House.

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^{TAG – abrielle.
WORDS – just under seven hundred and fifty.
NOTES – time to torture =P
TUNES – random sounds of the house.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[abrielle elaine worthy]

'cause you left me
police scene chalk line

tequila shots in the

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dark scene of the crime
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She pulled the camera from her eyes and looked down at the screen to see how it looked. A smile came to her lips when she saw the picture. It was simple, very simple, but it was elegent as well. Once she uploaded it to her computer and messed around with her edits, she knew that it would look way better than it did right at that moment. Her passion for photography defeated anything else that she liked to do. She knew that some people thought taking photos could be completely boring, but she knew how to make it interesting. Well, for her, atleast. She knew how to make the most simplest of things characters, because of how long she'd been doing what she loved to do. Besides, it gave her something to do when she was bored. It was better than staying in her room for so long.

Abrielle shook the thoughts from her head and began looking through the pictures that she had taken since she had arrived at Hawthorne. There weren't many at all. There was one of Amanda Tumlin playing her guitar, a rainy day, then the two that she'd captured today. It upset her, slightly, that she had stopped with her photography since she came to this school. Well, actually, she stopped before then, but she didn't like to think about all of that. It just brought her down even more. She placed her camera back down into her lap and let out a sigh, looking out at the lake. It was only quiet for a few seconds before she heard a voice behind her. She knew that voice and she feared it. She slowly turned around and looked up into those frightening blue eyes, speechless. She honestly thought that she'd never have to see him again, that she could just go on living her life as if that day never happened.

Everything about Aleksei frightened her, because she knew that he was stronger than her. Well, she wasn't really all that strong to begin with, but she thought that she could handle herself pretty well, but Aleksei proved her wrong. The minute he began talking to her that day, she just froze up, much like she was now. She wanted to say something, anything. She didn't want to let him push her around again, because that was definitely something that she didn't want to relive. She opened her mouth to say something, and at first nothing came out, because her body didn't want to reply to him. Her mind was telling her to just run away from, and she knew that would be the smart thing to do, but last time she tried to leave when he was around, he got really mad and then, that's when everything started to get worse. Finally, she let a whisper come from her lips, "Fine.." It was a start.

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[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleksei really loved this girl. He loved the way that she froze up, all still and silent, simply at the sight and sound of him. He loved the way her mouth opened, as if to stay something, but she remained dumb. And then, when she did finally push a word through those lips, it was quiet and singular, a whispered fine, something that he was going to oh so easily change. Her reactions were simply perfect, so frozen up so quickly. He only knew anything about observations of behaviour through doctors observing his, but he knew enough just from that to recognise the signs of fear. It was also an emotion that he was, unsurprisingly, used to facing. Not in himself, oh no - even when depressed he didn't really experience it. No, he saw it in others - that, along with a plethora of other emotions, but very commonly, fear. In different intensities and different forms, of course, but old Aleks was a regular bully, and it became something that was quick to spot even when people tried to hide it. As the incorrect belief went, predators can smell fear. But this girl, oh, this little birdie, she didn't even try to fucking hide it. Maybe it was just his presence, or maybe she had just given up. Both would be satisfactory, although the former preened his ego quite a bit. But all in all, the effect was rather nice, and simply made that smirk grow.

Looking down on her, Aleks noticed the camera in her lap. Well, no, that's incorrect. He had already noticed the camera and it's placement, but an idea had just flitted across his head, making his smirk let out a small chuckle as he reached down for it, taking it from the girl's lap, and beginning to flick through the pictures narrating as he did so. His voice was filled with faux interest, as if he actually cared about whatever the fuck this little birdie had taken pictures of, when in reality, he couldn't give less of a shit.
"Oh, that's bitch girl I met at the pool! And wait, what the fuck, that's of rain," He glanced down at her, a sneer on his face. "Darling, you are no where near enough talented to try and taking fucking artistic pictures." He looked back up at the camera, flicking through the last two, and tutting lightly. "And then you've got more fucking artsy pictures, and then nothing? Really, my dear, you should be doing better." He flicked back through to the first picture, and looking down on it deleted it. Moving forward, he deleted each photo one by one. "You know, I'm really doing you a favour. You wouldn't want anyone to see work this shitty, they'd think badly of you." He smiled sickly down at her, before crouching down so that he was at eye level with her.

"Now, you remember last time don't you?" He looked into the girl's eyes, watching for a reaction, watching to seeing how she had remembered it. Of course, he himself didn't remember it completely, but between Cam filling him in and fuzzy memories, he got the whole picture. In fact, even when Cam had filled him in, the description just by itself had given him a huge fucking rush of power, so this? Meeting her again, and possibly playing it out again? God, he simply just completely fucking looked forward to it. "Now, don't worry, this is going to be nothing like that." He smirked again, the predatory glint in his eyes growing stronger. If you just read that sentence you might expect it to be comforting, but the way he said it, full of malice and threat, only tinted with fake friendliness, made it sound much different. Because no, he didn't mean it in the way that he wasn't going to hurt her, mentally or physically. No, he just meant he'd do it in another way. And that, my friends, is the beauty of twisting words.

Although the memory was not clear, he knew he had marked this girl. For one thing, he marked everyone he got into positions like he had done with this little birdie, and secondly, Cam had told him so. Good old Cam, reliable to the end. Nearly the only fucking person who was though. And he wanted to see that mark, see the scars and how it was healing up. See his claim of ownership on a completely unwilling participant. He stretched out a finger, tracing it over pale skin, running over the edge of her top, to see where those x's were, all neat and perfect. His mark on her. Simply the site of them made him want to leave more, make her all bruised up once again. God, power was a heady thing. But he had to check one thing, his voice going harsh, the niceties so fake they were like nails on a chalk board. "Now, you didn't tell anyone, did you my little birdie?" The patronizing tone had run though all his talk to her, babying her, making a joke out of her fear. It was beautiful, it really was. Her reactions just pleased him to the core. He only hoped that he could increase, make them stronger, make them more.

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^{TAG – abrielle.
WORDS – just under nine hundred.
NOTES – time to torture =P
TUNES – random sounds of the house.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[abrielle elaine worthy]

'cause you left me
police scene chalk line

tequila shots in the

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dark scene of the crime
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Abrielle wondered how many people encountered Aleksei like she had. Lord, she hoped that there weren't that many, no one deserved to be put in such a frightening situation. Well, ofcourse some people may not think that this was such a frightening scene, but it was for her. She hated that she showed her fear so easily, but she just couldn't help it. She didn't exactly know how to hide it so well anymore. She pretty much just gave up on trying to hide her fear, because it hardly ever worked. She often felt this emotion too often now. She could feel it rising up in her chest when she was in class or walking down a hallway. Oh, and not to mention that fear heightened probably three times as much when she saw Aleksei. She couldn't stand his presence. The fact that he loved seeing the fear in her eyes made her skin crawl and his demanding statements. He was a bully, no, he was worse than that and it drove her absolutely mad.

Her eyes followed his as he looked down at her camera and she bit down on her bottom lip hard, resisting the temptation to snatch it back from his hands. She had a bad feeling about him holding her camera, like he was going to do something about it. Also, she hated showing her photos to anyone, because she knew that they weren't the best in the world. Her hands were picking at each other as she watched him. The minute that he opened his mouth, she knew that all sorts of bad things would come out of it. She moved her gaze down, the soft, fearful gaze turning into a sad glare as he began to delete the photos. She couldn't stand to watch that. Although there weren't that many photos in there, she worked hard on catching those pictures, and to know that they were gone, just kind of upset her. She could always just take more, she knew, but he was insulting her work, even if she did just do it as a hobby at the moment in time.

Watching as he crouched down, Abrielle rose her head to look at him. 'Now, you remember last time, don't you?' How could she forget it? It was burned into her memory forever, it seemed. Unless she somehow got amnesia, she knew that she wouldn't forget that day. Fuck, it had been one of the first days that she'd been here, and it just made her hate this school even more. The memory flashed before her eyes for just a split second, then she nodded her head a few seconds after his question. Because of that day, she had to lie to people, if they ever saw the marks on her. She absolutely hated lying, but she remembered quite well that if she told anyone, he would have done something. When the next words spilled out of his mouth, she had a shimmer of hope that she could just walk away after he quit talking to her, but she knew that it wouldn't work out that way, especially when she saw that glint in his eye. It made her want to shrink away from him, made her want to scream at him, scream for someone to get him away from her. How was he not constantly on watch?

Her eyes was constantly watching him, to see what he was going to do next. She was hoping, fucking praying that nothing would happen to her today, because this was actually one of the few days that she had decided to get out of her dorm and do something. And ofcourse, she had to run into him the day that she decided to do that. When his finger just touched her skin, she shrank away from his touch, but only a little. She didn't want a repeat of last time: almost anything that she did, pissed him off and only made it worse on herself. Her eyes widened up at him when his tone turned so harsh. She shook her head almost immediately, "I didn't tell a soul.. I swear," She said quietly, finally replying to something that he said. She wasn't much of a talker anymore, especially when it came down to something like this. If she was scared to wits end, she was almost a fucking mute.

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[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Ice blue eyes watched the girl as he spoke, slowly trying to demoralise her, break her down. He wasn't exactly sure where all this was leading but the build up could always be as beautiful as the act itself. But really, deleting the photos was only a small thing, he could do so much worse. And the smirk which lit up his face as he pulled a sharp pair of tweezers out of his trouser pockets showed exactly that. God, really, a dissection kit could really come in useful when you didn't expect it. The ends of the metal implements were sharp, like metallic canines, and they fit into the top of the small screws that held the camera together nearly perfectly. He began to turn them, slowly, not rushing, letting the girl know exactly what was coming to her as he did it. "You know, those pictures really weren't good at all. I'm thinking it might be best to just get rid of everything which created them." His eyes shot a glance at Abrielle, implementing her in that sentence and the camera fell open, inner workings shown to the world. Beautiful, a mechanical murder. Taking the sharp end of the tweezers, he dragger them along all breakable surfaces, tearing them to pieces. "Just a little surgery will make it all better." Hah, surgery. Not reconstructive surgery though, destructive surgery. Something which not yet accepted by the medical world, but fully endorsed by the self harmers of the nation. He looked down at the camera in his hands, and dropped it to the ground, before grinding his heel into it. Just to make sure you know. The whole process would of been a whole lot more elegant if he'd just of been able to take the camera apart piece by piece, but Aleks never professed to be a mechanic, simply a destroyer. For all he knew, he could of somehow been warping the camera into something better, and God he'd never want that. Of course, he didn't let his amateurism show on his face, simply grinning down at the little birdie, smug and all faux apologetic. Really, fake emotions could be so patronising, he loved it.

The way she shrunk away as his fingers touched her flesh made him grin predatorily. Aw, birdie was shrinking away from that light touch? She was gonna get a fucking shock then, wasn't she? The soft touch changed, going to firm hands circled around wrists, emotional and physical restraints, his nails digging into her skin. A claiming power gesture, showing her that he was stronger than her, that he had the power here. Why'd he done it? Mainly because of the way she had shrank away. Now she couldn't and she was pretty fucking sure that she wouldn't really like that at all. And that was what made it good. His actions were orchestrated only to scare her, to show his power. They weren't really for his benefit; he had no real wish to hold her wrists in a physical context. This was all about the psychological, what it meant beneath the surface. Full of metaphors, full of hidden meanings.

He nodded his content when she answered, crooning his reply. "Good girl. And you're certainly not gonna tell anybody about this, are you now?" He smiled, and transferring her wrists to one hand, pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. He began to smoke, blowing the smoke nonchalantly into the girl's face as if he didn't realise he was doing so. "You know, there are so many things we could do out here. Out in the grounds, far away from the house, no one to hear you scream." He smirked at her, taking another drag of the fag, grinning. "I could do fucking anything, and you wouldn't tell anyone, and no one would hear. No one would ever know." And it was oh so true. The cold silence was the perfect blanket for any thing he did here, his simple alibi. His grip tightened around the little birdie's wrists, holding them in place as he took one last drag of his cigarette, and crushed the ember onto the back of her hand, talking as he did so. "You see, no one to hear you scream." The act was a blase one, as if he had not done anything, simply grinning at the girl as he did so before he lit the cigarette again, still three quarters of the tobacco left. All that burning, and so little skin.

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^{TAG – abrielle.
WORDS – just over seven hundred and fifty.
NOTES – sorry it's sorta shit.
TUNES – half jack, the dresden dolls.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[abrielle elaine worthy]

'cause you left me
police scene chalk line

tequila shots in the

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dark scene of the crime
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It was hard for her to watch him with her camera. I mean, fuck, it was hers. She hated peolpe touching her things, and the fact that he had only made it worse. She knew that he was nothing but destructive. Blue/green eyes widened at the sight of the tweezers, knowing that nothing good was to come out of those. He was going to destroy her most prized possesion. Why couldn't she just have ran when she had the chance. If she hadn't of waited, she wouldn't be in the predicament that she was currently in. Her face fell completely when she watched him tear her camera to pieces. It wasn't so much that she hated the fact that he was doing that to her camera, which she was, but that it cost her family a shitload of money to buy her that thing. She knew she wouldn't have another camera for a while. She had to look away from what he was doing as he dug his heel into the now destroyed camera, "Thanks.." She whispered out, having wanting to say something but not quite knowing what to say.

A gasp left her lips as his touch turned more rough, causing her to bite down on her bottom lip and her eyes to shoot up to look at his. Fuck, fucking fuck. She knew that this wasn't going to go anywhere good. She could struggle all that she wanted, but she knew that she wouldn't get anywhere with it. She wasn't exactly fucking Super woman or anything, she couldn't get out of any troublesome situation when she deemed necessary. He was the stronger one here, he knew how to scare her. He demanded power, she remembered that from the first day that she'd met him. He'd get pissed off if she just looked away from his gaze. Now, really, last time the only thing that set him off really bad was when she tried to leave. She didn't know at the time just how dangerous he was. She wasn't completely stupid, however, she realized almost right after she tried to leave how demanding he was of things.

Abrielle let out a sigh and shook her head in response to his new question. Sure, she would, but that would definitely be risking her life. She didn't want that. She liked living, actually, and she wanted it to stay that way. Her nose scrunched up in distaste as he blew the smoke in her face and she held her breath. She absolutely hated smoke. The smell of it drove her mad, and the people that did smoke always spelled just like the smoke, which made her stay away from them. The beating of her heart sped up slightly as he began to talk of how no one could hear her scream. She knew she shouldn't have left her room. She knew that she should have just stayed a recluse. The moment the hot end of the embers sat down on her skin, she tried jerking her hands away from him and she let out a loud, almost yelling, "Ow, fuck!" Her eyes began to tear up slightly at the throbbing pain that was left on the back of her hand, and she looked up at him. Yeah, this definitely wasn't a good thing, before she let out a whimpering, "Please.. just stop," although she knew that he wouldn't. I mean, really, this wasn't the worst that it could be, but she wanted it to be over before it got worse. It was worth a shot.

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