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Post by ashton cole johnson on Mar 8, 2011 9:36:09 GMT -5
Ashton needed to get outside now. His hands were shaking, his heart was pounding faster then he thought should be humanly possibly, and his mind wouldnt shut the fuck up. He needed to get out, out, out. Hed been stuck in isolation the past couple days and he thought for sure he was going to go nuts. Hed blacked out a few times while in there and he wished he would have stayed blacked out. Ashton never knew what happened when he blacked out, he always figured he just passed out and that was that, but there was always evidence that he must still be doing stuff he just could never remember. He looked down at his arms were there were some scratch marks, welts raised on his skin and some dried blood where hed broken the skin. Ashton hated isolation. He always felt like the walls were closing in on him and there was no air. He would suffocate.
He made it through the couple days. he usually always did and he was certain it was only because he was out of it for the majority of the time. Ashton got thrown in there quite a bit, less now only because he couldnt handle the fucking isolation room so hed been a bit better about controlling his temper around those that would get him thrown in there. Honestly the kid had deserved to get his face pounded. The fucker was making some dumb ass comments about his weight and sucking his dick. Granted it really wasnt all that big of a deal, but ashtons anger flared like always. Ashton was a bit self conscious about his looks. He hated how skinny he was, hated how young his face looked and he honestly didnt agree, but some people have referred to him as girly looking. He didnt like being called pretty or anything like that. he wasnt pretty and he was no goddamn girl and he wasnt going to suck some twatty ass fuck's cock.
He glanced around. he knew he was being watched. they always had people watching after he would get out, thats just how it was. Making sure he wasnt starting anything right away. He was so wound up he wouldnt mind going off on them right now, but he needed to get outside, needed some fucking air and he needed to feel like he was away from them at least a little bit.
He slipped out the doors silently into the picnic area. Today was actually quite nice and probably the warmest its been in the past week or two. He shivered, and he crossed his arms over his chest and made his way down towards the tables. There were several people out today probably because of the weather but he paid them no mind. He muttered things under his breath incoherently as he found an empty table and sat down. His hoodie was black and the sun clung to it, trying to help warm the skinny body beneath it. It didnt work all that well, ashton knew hed still be cold, but at least it was something.
Ashtons eyes darted around him, counting everyone that he saw and making not of where everyone was and who everyone was with or who was alone. He made note of how close they were to his table and if he could over hear anything they said he tuned in and listened. His eyes wondered towards some of the guards that walked around making sure things stayed clean.
Ashton looked down, his hands shaking and tapping against the wood of the picnic table. He gritted his teeth and placed them in the front pocket of his hoodie. He needed to get out go find someone he could get a few joints from. Or maybe he could find someone here that had them. He needed something. Get drunk he didnt fucking care, he knew people around here had things stashed. he continued to look sizing the people up to see who he thought would most likely have something and wouldnt either go off on him or rat him out for some stupid shit.
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Post by cameron elizabeth lynn on Mar 11, 2011 6:47:29 GMT -5
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font] Cameron rolled her eyes as she walked out of the common rooms. She had someone following her into every place but her room. They let her stay in her room alone, which wasn’t a good idea anyways. Her roommate was a bitch, and she hated her. Well she hated having a roommate period. She didn’t understand why they wanted her having a roommate. She watched as they immediately moved towards her when she stood up. She wanted to tell them to fuck off and leave her alone already, but she was a level 5. They didn’t particularly want her alone especially after her recent stunts. They decided that after the problem at the valentine’s dance and earlier in the year of the attempted murder that they’d have her on one-on-one observation. Technically it should be more, since of course she’s able to overcome one.
She hated being watched anyways. She wanted to get away. They knew that if she made moves to ‘socialize’ with people that she was ‘improving’ but her way of socializing was different than theirs. Hers involved knives, usually. Like ‘brother’ like ‘sister’. She learned from Aleksei and did more. She learned how to hack, and other useful things. As she made her way through the halls and down the stairs leaving the dorms she sighed. She could hear their footsteps behind her. She rolled her eyes and continued making her way towards the academic part of the school. She made her way through the hallways, and smirked when she walked through the one that she had cut up Carabella in. Oh the fun that was. Of course it was ended quite quickly by the help of Manu. She hated him. Of course he was doing his job, but he knew how to handle her and what drugs to use, and she didn’t like that.
They had restrained her with little injuries on her part, and more pain to her. She hated that too. They had taken her knife away, hurt her shoulder, and saved Carabella. They had to in their opinions. In hers, they hindered her. She didn’t like them for that. Now they had some new HCA hoping that Cameron wouldn’t hurt her. She hadn’t, yet. She wanted to test the waters a little. They had told her all about Cameron, her past homicidal tendencies, her past suicidal tendencies, and her ‘anger issues’. They hadn’t told the HCA that she can depressive conduct disorder and didn’t care for others. But those were just some of the symptoms. She couldn’t play innocent near her. She knew all about her past, and didn’t want to put effort into trying to change that.
She walked into the courtyard and noticed a few too many kids to her liking. Of course if she just turned and walked away and went towards somewhere isolated she would still be followed. At least here, they would watch from a distance. Letting her ‘interact’ like a normal person. She smirked at the thought of her being classified as normal. She didn’t believe that she could ever be normal, but why would she want to be. Feeling were so, troublesome. It was the only way that she could describe them. She wasn’t sure half the time on what to say about them, since she didn’t know what they were like. She could fake them quite well, but of course it took a few years of practice. Her parent’s didn’t care enough about her to care what she was doing anyways. They just sent her more money if she was ‘good’ that month. She got money regardless, but 500 every two weeks was rather nice. She didn’t argue, and it was sometimes double that if she was good.
It all depended on how her parents felt of her progress that she was making. They had better hope that since Aleksei was here that this didn’t turn into Bluebird. Creating drama and trouble for basically everyone and anyone like they had in the past. Although at that second that she thought of Bluebird she noticed someone sitting at a table by himself, secluded from the rest. She smirked and made her way over. She sat down on the table, letting her feet rest on the chair that she should have been sitting on, but she wasn’t normal. And she didn’t plan on acting like it right now.
She wanted her fucking knife back, but since of course that wasn’t going to happen she would need another. Or she would just get pissed enough and steal back her knife, but she wasn’t that pissed. She had more knives in her room, but they checked her whenever she left her room. Leaving her self inflicting to be done in her room, instead of wherever she pleased. Of course she could burn herself, and do other things, but it wasn’t the same as a blade entering her skin and tearing the flesh away. She looked down at the boy before smirking. ”So, what are you doing here?
[/b] she said rather bluntly. This question could go any way, why was he at Hawthorne, why was he in the courtyard, why was he alone? Any of them would work, but she usually preferred the first. She looked up at the HCA before taking out a pack of Marlboros and lighting up one of the white fags. She inhaled deeply and smiled. She loved pissing off the people in charge by smoking. Sixteen year olds weren’t allowed to smoke. Yet they wondered how she got well over ten packs of her coveted cigarettes and the obvious currency at the school. Sure she had done some illegal things to get them, sleeping with a few guys, and using her hacking to her advantage kept her well supplied. Let alone she shared with Aleksei on occasion. But only when it would benefit her. Which of course was most of the time. Her ‘brother’ had many advantages that she didn’t. Including a few drugs that she liked. Yes, she controlled herself with drugs, but not the drugs that the doctors prescribed to her. And why was that? She didn’t agree with them. She didn’t think that psychosis was a bad thing, they found it to be so. She waited for an answer from the boy before she blew the smoke off to the side. Sure if he reacted in a way that she knew that he didn’t like cigarettes, she’d test him. She had plenty to waste for the time being, but why would she want to if he wanted some, and it didn’t piss him off. Although one thing did catch her attention. A rather nice bruise covering a good portion of his face. Fighting? Oh that would make things oh so much better. Either he had started it, or he deserved it, on or the other. There were no innocent fights in her mind. Everyone deserved what they had coming for them. [/blockquote][/blockquote] one thousand one hundred and fifty nine WORDSashton TAGGEDhere OUTFITtemplate by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique CREDITsorry its so long, power outage = this NOTES [/color][/font][/RIGHT]
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Post by ashton cole johnson on Mar 22, 2011 12:20:20 GMT -5
Underneath the table is leg was jumping. He put his hand down onto his knee trying to keep it from moving. His long finger digging into the skin through his jeans. There was nothing interesting going on. Nothing that could take his mind on anything and most of the kids around him were chicks. They all looked like they could be cheerleaders in a regular high school. Cheerleaders were annoying. he mostly hated the cliche way they talked and had to go out shopping all the time. Seriously it was strange how cliches could be so accurate and why the people that fit into those cliches had to be the cliche. Granted there were some exceptions but not often.
Ashton could sense a presence getting closer to him, could hear the foot steps in the grass that was straining to be green at this time. He didnt look yet. Didnt look when they took a seat on top of the table her feet on the bench. Either someone that wanted to make 'nice' or someone coming to antagonize him. He definitely wasnt in the mood for the first and he was in the air about the second. he doubted there was any middle ground to this. Ashton continued to keep his gaze outwards instead of turning to look at the person yet. When the person spoke he knew then it was a girl or at least a female sounding person. Their voice was kind of not the traditional high pitched sound of a girl which was at least something. Their voice had more of a lower quality with a tinge of slight monotone sarcasm. Or well he honestly didnt know how else to describe it.
mm.. was all he said. He didnt care the exact meaning that the person meant by that question. That was the response theyd get regardless. He heard noise then. rustling and then the sound of a lighter. Thats when his eyes slid over to the person, a girl. He didnt take time to look at her since his eyes were going directly to her cigarette. He licked his lips as she inhaled the tip burning and Aleks words rang in his ears about the temperature of the tip just then. He reached up to touch the spot that had the burn mark from when Aleks had put it to his skin and inhaled. He could almost feel it again and it sent a miniscule shiver through his body and goose bumps formed on his skin, though you wouldnt have noticed unless you were paying very close attention.
Ashton reached over then and snatched the cigarette, but unlike with Aleks he didnt toss it. Instead he put it to his lips and inhaled. It wasnt drugs but at this moment he didnt fucking care, he just needed something even if it was a goddamn cigarette. he felt it move down his esophagus and into his lungs filling them up. In his mind he could almost picture the damage it was causing even if it was one puff from the cigarette. His mind usually over did things like that.
He closed his eyes briefly before opening them just as quickly realizing he couldnt enjoy the very slight calm of some of his jitters when there was someone sitting there. Someone he didnt know and was unsure what they were capable of. He wouldnt let them out of his site until he knew for sure.
he took another hit from it quickly before the girl got the idea of taking it back from him. His leg had stopped bouncing and he released his hold on it. His skin burning from the relased pressure and the air that was getting to the broken indents on his thigh. His hand sore from how hard hed been gripping and he flexed his fingers to ease some of it. He raised a brow at her, this time taking in her features barely noticable. He was pretty good at that. Taking things in without showing it. Hed had to learn to do that and had perfected it. A person would think it wouldnt matter, but youd be surprised how much another person could do or conclude when they noticed a person openly taking things in.
What do you want. he finally said his voice a litttle rough from not being used the past few days.
NOTES: bah sorry it sucked :/
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