Silver Dollar [Chloe]

[james thomas leroy]

was this what he was reduced to? Skulking around in the dark corners in the middle of the night? Was it simply self-preservation or was this part of some large plan? James like to think he had a reason for everything. He enjoyed his 'experiments' and while society claimed it to be unethical and cruel, James saw it as purely a means to gain knowledge.

He saw a lot of things differently. Some would consider his view a little skewed but James was sure that it was an improvement. Why bother having all these unnecessary limitations? He didn't see the point of it but he still lacked the ability to chance the rules so instead he would find a better way of going about it.

James would keep to the shadows and he would play the role of the well adjusted teenager. As far as anyone was concerned he had done nothing to deserve that level 5 status. He was perfectly normal, at least for this place... Unfortunately there were the few who knew better but James had managed to avoid them thus far. He didn't need them ruining what he had set up.

He would soon be out of here and with no reason to assume he still had a problem (despite there being no cure), they would have no choice but to assume he was safe and thus he could begin his own perfectly normal life, fitting in quite nicely with society and still doing his own research on the side.

It was a good plan and so far it seemed to be going well. He had been here longer than most and still he hadn't seen a day or even an hour of isolation. They wouldn't lower his level though but what did it matter? His life was going quite well.

Emerging from the shadows, James had a small cloth that held something, covering in blood but not his own. He had cleaned his things and put it all away, making sure to hide the evidence. Putting it into a paper bag, he folded it close, noticing a spot of blood near the bottom of his shirt, James decided there was nothing he could do about it until he got back. Tossing the bag into the bin they kept by the door, James took a step back when the door opened in front of him, he looked up to see who it was.

[chloe]

Now, my body's on the floor
And I am calling

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Chloe made her way up to the roof. She wanted to relax, and also smoke. She was also excited that she wasn’t under one on one observation. She wasn’t good with people following her, since of course she tended to do things against her health, rather than for it. She also didn’t quite agree with people telling her what she could and couldn’t do. Why bother with that kind of bullshit.

She wasn’t one for having people hold her against her will either. Although she was rather hazardous to herself. She hadn’t met someone else that had hurt others and she tended to stay away from people. They didn’t understand her. She was ‘weird’ to everyone. Everyone didn’t know how to act around her.

Of course she usually asked if they could do incredibly stupid things, because she was still striving to be able to feel. As she moved up the stairs she quietly opened the door. She looked up and saw someone, he had some blood on his shirt and her eyes were fixed on it. Sure, some would say that she should just turn away and leave before things got bad, but as stated before. She was hazardous to her own health.

She finally moved her gaze to his face before moving over to the edge and leaning on it. Taking Marlboros out of her back pocket before lighting up she smiled. She wasn’t one to care what that guy would do now, but she was sure he wasn’t just going to leave her there now that she had seen the blood.

James TAG
two five six COUNT
here OUTFIT
sorry it took so long NOTES
all credit goes to ELIZAS ON FIRE from caution 2.0 CREDIT

[james thomas leroy]

James was a master at quick cover ups. His mind took the liberty of formulating a fool-proof plan and his right hand plunged into his pocket, stabbing his thumbed into the small knife he kept there. The flicker of pain from the cut was barely visible at all in that brief moment and soon his hand was back by his side in time to see the girl that had emerged from behind the door.

He didn't know this one. She was new so James had to go about this a certain way. He had to ensure that she would think nothing of it and carry on believing that he was just some near-normal student at the school. It didn't matter if he gave her his name or not, she had seen his face and that was pretty much the same thing in such a small place.

Her eyes were fixed on the spot of blood, James had expected as much but his plans to justify its presence there had began before she even peered out from behind the door.

He smiled at the girl, not wanting her to become suspicious or to come to her own misguided conclusions. "First and last time I try cleaning up broken glass," he said with a half smile. The bleeding thumb was obvious now and the cover was perfect. Behind the wall there was a broken bottle or two that once held alcohol in them. Some student had decide to litter the ground with it and taking the blame for it was entirely acceptable to cover up his slight accident.

He watched as she moved to the edge so casually. She appeared to not care too much about it but James needed a bit more confirmation than that before moving on. "I'm James by the way," he told her, expecting her name in return. An introduction was always a good excuse to stick around and this times James would settle for small talk until he was sure that she would be no threat to him.

[chloe]

Now, my body's on the floor
And I am calling

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Chloe looked at him when he smiled down at her. She nodded a small acknowledgement as he stated that he wasn’t going to clean up broken glass again. It was more blood on his shirt than it seemed to be from a little ‘accidental’ cut. So in words, she didn’t believe him. Not that she was going to care enough to actually tell him that. But it would come out in due time. Most likely when it would benefit her, she didn’t know him, and obviously he liked causing pain, so it might come in handy later.

She turned and looked at him when he stated his name. ”Chloe.” she said blowing the smoke towards him. She then completely turned and leaned against the wall, with her back to it. ”What’s there to do around here?” she asked before stamping her cigarette out onto the back of her hand before returning it to the pack. Alright, so she smoked maybe half of it, and the pain that a normal person would have felt from the burn still wasn’t there. She could only hope.

A kid growing up with CIPA was horrible. Didn’t know how to tell temperature differences, couldn’t learn from most mistakes, and above all, they usually found more ways to hurt themselves than normal. She had been one of those kids. Finding every and any way to cause harm to herself, sometimes it was on purpose, and that was the most recent problem. She caused harm to herself to the point of almost killing herself.

James TAG
two five seven COUNT
here OUTFIT
sorry it took so long NOTES
all credit goes to ELIZAS ON FIRE from caution 2.0 CREDIT

[james thomas leroy]

Calculated moves were his specialty. With only a few drops of blood, James had made the appropriate cut to keep up with his story. 'Chloe'. She must be fairly new. It was hard to keep track these days with the influx of new students but James would look it up later.

She could believe it enough, James decided but staying a few more moments to be sure of it couldn't hurt. James held his breath when smoke was blown in his face. How fucking rude. He began to glare but thought better and chose not to. Let her underestimate him. Let her thing he wouldn't say anything or fight back and one day, when he finds the perfect opportunity, he'll get her back for it. Though these days, those opportunities were rare.

"That depends on how much you like isolation," he told her, not managing to sound perfectly nice this time but that was acceptable. It would be a more normal reaction if he seemed a little annoyed about the smoke, and why not go for realism.

James' head tilted slightly with interest when she put her cigarette out on the back of her hand. She didn't even flinch, and she showed no signs of pain at all. Intriguing.. Very very.. No. He had plans in place. One interesting person was not a good risk to take. It was bad enough that Eliza had threatened to tell Emma everything. He didn't need to add this girl to the list.

He couldn't get the image out of his mind though. Did she not feel pain? He wanted to test that theory. He wanted so badly to test it and record his findings... There was so much he could do to her.. Would she scream if her cut her open? Would she struggle and fight in pain like those little creatures.. He could do to her what he did to them and she wouldn't feel it.. That thought was unbelievably attractive to him but no.. She was not worth the risk..

Her arms and stomach were littered with scars.. He could do better. He could do more. He could cut her so deep that he would need to stitch her back up.. She could be like a rag doll, parts separated and stitched, a work of art.. He wanted that but it would require re-thinking his current course of action and that required time.

[chloe]

Now, my body's on the floor
And I am calling

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She laughed slightly when he glared at her. Leave it to her to piss someone off already. She sighed when he didn’t do anything. Although she just returned to smoking. She inhaled a deep breath before blowing the smoke out of the side of her mouth and towards the wall. She smiled when he said isolation. “Depends on how much time I would spend in there. I wouldn’t go insane or anything, not like I’m that social.”

She smiled when he showed interest in the way that she extinguished her cigarette. She knew something was up the second that happened. Although anyone would be intrigued as to why she didn’t flinch. Anyone would flinch from a second degree burn, that was basically going to become a third degree burn as soon as she fully extinguished it. She threw the butt over the edge of the building.

She sighed and leaned against the wall looking at him. ”Anything in particular that you would suggest? Something fun preferably” she said smiling. She needed something to do here, probably something dangerous because she was still yearning to feel.

James TAG
one eight five COUNT
here OUTFIT
sorry it took so long and that it sucks, muse is kinda downnnn NOTES
all credit goes to ELIZAS ON FIRE from caution 2.0 CREDIT

[james thomas leroy]

James looked her over again, putting the pieces together, with her apparent condition which he assumed was likely to be the cause of her being her, or perhaps something that added to it, she was a little dangerous to herself but not likely to others. She appear to be particularly violent, she was rather calm. Two would be too low and four would perhaps be a little high so he let his assumptions help him decide where she stood.

"Considering you're about a level three, you're not likely to get into too much trouble," he told her. "You'll want to know the right people, there are parties on the weekends, drugs, alcohol, what ever you're after. Find the right people and you'll get your invites," he told her. He could point her in the right direction but he didn't feel like it. She could go off and work that out on her own if she wanted to.

James just smile. "I wouldn't know much about fun," he admitted. "I'm not exactly the type to go out partying all night or sneak out," he explained. "Best I could do is name a few names and I wouldn't go that far," he told her. So there he was in the role of the good guy, who didn't get in trouble. He could play this game all night if he wanted to but James didn't want to see too much interest in the girl. His eyes lingering on the burn was enough, he didn't needed to show he was actually thinking about it.

"Now if there's nothing else you need, I should probably get going," he told her. This way he would seem uninterested and so far James was playing it well. If she asked him to stay it'd be a different story but thus far, behavior like this would only make him appear very normal. Reaching out he had a hand on the door handle, turning it, ready to leave.