a bed of {roses}

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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It was really the oldest trick in the book – vodka in the water bottle, and the teachers had checked him earlier today, unscrewing the lid of the Evian bottle and sniffing suspiciously. But really it was quite simple, and held no great subterfuge, and even kept you on the teacher’s good sides. What, Aleks trying to suck up to people? Yes, in fact, you know, these levels of bastardness required just a bit of subterfuge… Pah, was that really the reason? No, it came from the purest form of bribery from his father if he managed not to be kicked out until he turned 18. Apparently it was fine to say your son was off “in the Americas” at posh dinner parties, but “locked away in prison” didn't have quite the same ring to it. And so, for the merest bit of good behaviour, he would receive £100-a-week (about $160, at least the last time Aleks checked the currency exchange rates). He couldn’t really complain, could he now, what with for the past 2 years having nearly no allowance for the reason that he used it “for bad means”. Aleksei privately thought that his father’s bribe also had something to do with insuring his new Ferrari against thieving hands, but hey, maybe that was just the extra added bonus. But hey, back to the “vodka-in-water-bottle” trick. The key was to let them search your bags, to be entirely pleasant about it, and then “realise” you forgot something. Change the water for vodka, and then wait until the same teacher checked your bag earlier is really busy. Go up to them, show them the item you “forgot”, and sound so apologetic. Then they’ll let you through. Oh yes, there was another essential part to this plan. Make sure it’s a teacher which Aleksei has never met before, and thus only thinks of him as “that sweet boy who was so obedient and obliging”. Hah. And look, the first payment of that allowance ha gone towards embellishing an outfit that Aleks really couldn’t complain about. Fuck off, yeah, he had a soft spot for good clothes, and then the trio of necklaces he was wearing had really won his affections. What, yeah, something he was far more queer than other times.

He was waiting, with his back against the wall, sipping from the Evian bottle, giving him only the taste of alcohol. Aleks didn’t have a plan to get drunk, no, but he was quite looking forward to this evening. The Fates had played him a good hand, as he had learned from his dearest Cam, for he had been paired with Tristan. Who, yeah, Aleks wasn’t completely concrete on his stance with, but the boy was really fucking attractive. Aleksei could definitely feel the physical attraction to him (although, admittedly, that wasn’t exactly extremely rare with pretty, pierced tattooed boys), and the guy didn’t immediately piss him off like so many did, and then there was… He wasn’t sure, something which lurked just beneath the surface. It was strange, because unlike with Eliza, who he immediately marked up, scratching his signature into her, and like he would do to nearly any who offered themselves up in such a way whom he felt attracted to, with Tristan wanted to draw that out. He had an urge to make Tristan want it just as much as Aleks did, something which he hardly cared for. He pushed his scars onto anyone he could, leaving blood in his wake. The only person who had ever really begged for his knife was Joshua, and that had been his only ever “real relationship”. And, you see, it wasn’t as if he wanted a “real relationship” from Tristan, no, well, probably not. But fuck, that image of the boy begged for his knife had danced across his brain far too many times, and to put it frankly, made his dick pretty fucking happy. Wahey regular jerk-off fantasy there. But the thing is – it didn’t even just make his dick “happy”, which was pretty fucking awesome in itself, it made something in his head very goddamn greedy.

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^{TAG –tristan.
WORDS – just under seven hundred.
NOTES – hmm, okay, well, aleks is displaying something which he doesn’t even know what it is, but since it’s creeping into my character’s consciousness in my head, i thought i’d let it creep in here.
TUNES – never wanted to dance, mindless self indulgence.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[tristan]

Tristan was never one for dances. In fact, the only dance he ever attended was prom and that was because the band was playing during it. Not that he ever minded, he just never really had a date nor had the need to find a date. Lucky for him, the ‘dates’ for this Valentines Dance were randomly picked. Which meant he didn’t need to find one. And since his date picked was Aleksei, he was going to actually attend and enjoy this night. Not that he wasn’t planning on enjoying it anyway. He was just planning on doing it in a different way. Like with some good ole’ china white. Which he currently had wrapped up in a little bag, tightly gripped in his hand. His dealer had actually came through for him and got him exactly what he had been needing. He knew this time to take it slow, just in case his dealer fell off the face of the planet again, and left him with nothing. Granted, he had seemed to be able to handle the pills that Aleks had given him, but they weren’t exactly what he wanted. But it was better than nothing, and he owed the guy a lot for helping stop his withdrawl before he hit rock bottom. And tonight, he wasn’t sure how, but he was going to let him know that he appreciated him.

Tristan rolled down his sleeve to just below his elbow and tossed the used syringe to the side. He let his head fall back as the high hit him almost immediately. This was exactly what he needed. He sat there for a moment in the bathroom with his back against the wall and his head resting against it casually. His eyes were closed behind his glasses, a perma smile plastered on his lips. There was no way in hell this night could go wrong now. Managing to gather his thoughts, he stood up and dusted off his grey slacks, making sure nothing was on them. Loosening his black tie, he adjusted the beanie on his head and made his way back into his dorm room. Before leaving for the dance, he placed his bag of heroin in his little secret hiding place and made his way out the door.

He was pretty pro when he was high. Giddy, yes, and a bit goofy, but nothing out of the ordinary for anyone that thought they knew him. Like the teachers. He was just the class clown with witty remarks that rarely attended classes. In fact, as he reached the dance, and was searched, the teacher thought nothing of him smirking and saying in a witty manner, ”At least buy me dinner first.” Instead they just shook their head and laughed right along with him as they let him through. With his hands in his pockets, he merely looked over his shoulder and winked at them playfully before making his way through the crowded area. His mind was on set on finding Aleksei, which actually didn’t take long. He slid up next to him with his trademark crooked grin, ”Well hello, gorgeous. Might I get you a drink?” He chuckled, eyeing the water bottle. There was no doubt in his mind as to what was in that bottle. And in all reality, he was damn glad. He wanted a wild night, and hopefully Aleks was willing to show him one. Or at least help him in getting it started.

Tags: Aleksei
Outfit: Here!
Notes: Ooo.. Aleks has the hots for Tris. XD
Listening To: Flesh and Bone by Burning Brides

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks had given up people watching, the giggling girls in too short party dresses putting him off. Yeah, okay, he couldn't exactly complain that he could see their pants, but boy, fuck, you can show skin far more elegantly than letting the whole of the hall peek at your Target panties. With one or two girls they managed to look hot enough to actually carry it off, cause you'd be more distracted by the fuck woah legs than the hint of pacman patterned undies, but for most it just made them look like underage sluts. It's perfectly fine decorum if you could see the top of someone's underwear, in Aleks' view, but just desperate and slutty if you could see the bottom. Maybe he held that view cause you could always see the band of his boxer shorts (at least) no matter what trousers he was wearing - right now a simple black elastic band that when he stretched showed itself from beneath his flimsy t-shirt. So now his eyes were directly towards his shoes, fingers absentmindedly twirling the Evian bottle in his fingers as he toed around random pieces of paper which people had already dropped on the floor, pushing them all together to make a strange, crumpled paper pyramid. Every few minutes his eyes would dart up, circling around the room to see if Tristan had yet arrived. Each time, there was nothing, but then knowing Tristan he probably was 'getting ready' for it. Well, when getting ready means snorting coke, or some other type of ingestion of intoxicating substances. Aleks giggled to himself at the thought, still finding it quite bizarre when his brain decided to use psychiatric-type words. I came from spending too many days of his life being in psychiatric hospitals, but hey, he couldn't help that. And, well, the drug and alcohol groups had always been a laugh, because no one had given a fuck about trying, least of all in those, and thus they spent the whole time pointing out why drugs were actually good for you (in some perverse, twisted format). Yeah, Bluebird had been hell, but at least the people there had mainly been okay.

His eyes had yet to flick up and check the room when he heard a voice beside him. ”Well hello, gorgeous. Might I get you a drink?” His head came up, and his body turned towards Tristan as he grinned at him. His eyes flicked over the boy's body, a cursory taking-in of his settings. The boy's posture was relaxed, and when Aleks looked into his eyes he could see that his pupils were blown. Aw, well, the guess was correct at least. He giggled lightly, and raised an eyebrow at Tristan. "Hey gorgeous yourself. And what, get me a drink of Cola?" His voice was slightly amused, and his view flicked over the the currently teacher monitored, underage approved drinks. Fucking boring, but in a little bit, the teachers would begin to get bored, and drift off to their own Valentine's celebration, and someone would surely spike the punch, at the very least. His eyes snapped back to Tristan and took him in one more time. The boy cleaned up quite nice, although the sight was quite strange, his arms all covered up by a crisp white shirt.

Handing over the Evian bottle to Tristan, he shrugged off his jacket, dropping it onto the floor next to him. What, be worried about someone taking it. never. Considering that the only people who lived her were at this dance, he wasn't particularly perturbed by the idea of someone taking it. Most who knew him at all wouldn't touch it as soon as they saw his name scribbled on the inside label, and if anyone did try to touch it, well, they'd soon know not to fucking touch his stuff. It was just a simple trick to get people to know him well enough to just not really bother with taking his stuff. Even those who weren't 'scared' of him would probably not bother with the hassle. But hey, he also didn't expect to yet be going anywhere that far away from this section of the wall. his grin flicked up to Tristan, and he cocked his head on one side. "So, when was the last time you went to a dance? Cause dude, you really don't seem like the 'highschool prom' type of kid." Admittedly, neither was he, although his school hadn't even had one; what with being a crammer, they didn't have 'social events' and shit like that. "I mean, not unless you crashed the prom." And then, of course, just to fit the moment, he started humming 'Prom' by mindless Self Indulgence under his breath. Granted, some might say that 'Evening Wear' would fit to the idea of gatecrashing a prom better, but hey, the title won it really.

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^{TAG –tristan.
WORDS – bit over eight hundred.
NOTES – well, have you seen the boy? i'm sure many people have the hots for tristan =P
TUNES – the random old music in the internet cafe.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[tristan]

The music around the place boomed with that crappy new age pop music. He hated that shit. It wasn't even real music in his eyes, just over produced and marketed bullshit that they sold to the young crowd. And the kids always fell hook, line, and sinker. Tristan actually pitied them for having not listened to the real stuff. Granted, everyone's choice in music was different, but still.. the majority of mainstream music was shit remakes, why not just listen to the originals and enjoy true art? Most didn't think like him though, so he had learned to let it go in one ear and out the other. And attempted to not let it get to him.... Naturally it always got to him.

Smirking over at Aleks, Tris pulled his hands out of his pockets and crossed his arms over his chest. "A coke with rum is more like it. But judging by the hawks at the drinks and desserts table, that may be awhile." He chuckled softly, looking over at the table with teachers. They were indeed watching the punch like it may blow up at any second. Or spike itself. Either way, they weren't going anywhere any time soon. Not that it really mattered. Especially having been handed a bottle filled with what could only be vodka. If he knew Aleks well enough, which he figured he did, he wouldn't be let down when he opened the Evian bottle. As soon as he opened the bottle and took a swig, that burn was exactly what he had expected and wanted.

Leaning up against the wall, he took another small drink from the bottle and watched as Aleksei shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it to the ground. He narrowed his brow behind his glasses as he looked over Aleks. He wasn't one to actually check out guys. Actually, he had never been with a guy now that he thought about it. Fuck, he'd never even kissed one, and yet here he was looking over Aleks' body like he hadn't seen it before. He shook his head and took another drink as he attempted to get rid of the thoughts. Okay, perhaps it was because he was high that his brain was on a thought rampage. Yeah, fuck that, he was usually always high. Or grumpy from withdrawls. Which Aleks helped him through. Damnit, he needed to stop thinking.

Taking another drink, he looked over at Aleks and grinned. "Yeah, I'm definitely not the highschool dance type. I went to Prom my sophomore year, only because it was the band's first gig." He let out a laugh when he heard Aleks humming 'Prom' by Mindless Self Indulgence. Shaking his head he continued speaking, "Nope, never actually crashed prom. Good choice in song though, love." He grinned and started humming along with him for a bit. "What about you? You don't look the dance type either." He placed the bottle between his thighs for a moment as he undid the top button of his shirt and moved to roll up his sleeves under his elbows, exposing his tattoos a bit more and looking more comfortable.

Tags: Aleksei
Outfit: Here!
Notes: Hehe, Tris is adorable all drugged up.
Listening To: Skins Vol 3...

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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He glanced over his shoulder again towards the teachers watching the drinks at Tristan's comment and chuckled lightly. Yeah, at the moment they were watching like hawks. Well, hawks with a stick pushed up their arse. In his view, it was sort of hypocritical, since most of them had drank underage - in fact, a high percentage of the people who worked here had their own problems in their youth, and that was the reason they chose to work in a place like Hawthorne. But there they were anyway, denying them what they had in their youth. Aleks really fucking hated hypocrisy; to him it was both idiotic and stupid. Why deny what you are, and try to deny others it. It was a pointless exercise, and wasn't even lying, it was just plain worse. Well, not that Aleks had a problem when he himself lied, it was just when others did it that pissed him off. Some might call that hypocrisy, but no it wasn't cause he never said he held the same standards for himself as others. Fuck no, he never said that, in fact, if you ask him, he'll plainly state that the rules for himself are very different then those for others. Unfair? Maybe. But in his view, not hypocritical.

"Ah, they'll float off when it gets closer to the witching hour." He waved his hand dismissively at the teachers, smirking slightly. The witching hour... If fucking only all the fairytales were true, that would sort of be kickass. And no, Aleks wasn't a nerdy kid who believed in vampires and that shit, but he did admit that the whole idea of eternal youth, and that sort of power enthralled him. If you thought about the type of kid he was, it made sense. He liked to hurt people, he liked power, he liked bloodplay and that type of kink. And he had a plan to kill himself before he got to old. Hey, look at that, vampire in training. He let out a soft giggle at his own thoughts, shaking his head. Too many scary horror books read to him as a kid by his au pairs, really. His mum had originally banned horror books from the house when she noticed his grotesque interest in them, but after a four-day temper tantrum from the five year old Aleksei, she gave in, and he had feasted on them, fueling all kinds of day dreams.

A small smirk crept onto Aleks' face when he noticed Tristan watching him as he shrugged off his jacket. Oh hey there boy, you see something you like? His tattoos were now revealed, the vibrant colours bringing life to his otherwise monochrome outfit. it was a nice development though, seeing that Tristan was checking him out, especially since to Aleks' own knowledge, the boy was straight as a ruler. And that just made it quite the bit more interesting. For sure, no one was completely straight in Aleks' view, but Tristan had sure as hell not expressed any interest in boys in the time Aleks had known him. Maybe it was completely stereotypical, but there was something more exciting about straight boys and seducing them (if that was even the right word). There was nothing wrong with hooking up with a bisexual or gay boy, but it just seemed... Just so much easier. And hey, Aleks liked a bit of a challenge. Okay, for one night stands he'd never go for a straight boy, it was just too much to go through the 'gay freakout' most had. But Tristan was interesting anyway; this just added another facet that Aleks would love to take control over. Not a normal hobby of his, turning straight boys, but maybe he'd make it one, who knows.

The boy really had good music taste, didn't he? One thing you had to have in a roommate. "Fuck yes, far better music than the crappy music they're playing here." It was the standard shitty stuff that graced the charts everyday, and whilst one or two songs could be okay (cause I'm sorry, you could not go to a club and dance to Avenged Sevenfold, at least not if you were trying to get laid, so Aleks had a few 'pop' songs that he indulged in; mainly Gaga, and Lambert, though), the majority of it was absolutely fucking crap. "what happened with your band then, when you came here? You guys broken up or simply on hiatus?" Yes, he was genuinely interested, this wasn't small talk. He did like knowing shit about people, it gave him a sense of power, and though he usually used that knowledge to make people's life hell, for Tristan it was mainly just gathering knowledge about him. He liked knowing the people close to him inside and out.
"Hah, this is the first 'dance' I've ever been to. Prom wasn't really something i had in my school. Not to say I haven't been dancing, but that's at clubs. And then, of course, if you count moshing as dancing, at gigs." Fuck, bw he really wanted to go to a gig. He hadn't been to one in fucking ages.

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^{TAG –tristan.
WORDS – bit over eight hundred and fifty.
NOTES – tristan manages to be adorable at the same time as being a hardcore druggie, it's sorta funny and sweet lol.
TUNES – the random old music in the internet cafe.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[tristan]

They needed to hi-jack the DJ booth if they wanted to play some good music. And he probably would, seeing as there wasn't much that you could actually put passed the guy. It was either that or throw a band together and see where that got him at the next dance. If there was to be one, of course. Actually, that sounded like an excellant idea, putting a band together. They could call themselves The Loonies or some shit like that. Ha, wouldn't the band get a kick out of that one. In fact, he would have to invite them to their first gig and see if he could get them up on stage again. Damn did he miss those guys... they were all he really had until being forced to come to Hawthorne. He didn't regret his choice though, he had met a ton of cool people here and it was a whole hell of a lot less stressful than being on the road ten monthes out of the year and in the studio for the remaining two monthes. Don't get him wrong, he loved band life, he just needed a break every so often.

Deciding to ignore his train of thought, he turned to Aleks and smirked, "Along with potentially getting the punch spiked, we should hi-jack the DJ booth." He laughed softly, handing the bottle back over to Aleks and shoving his hands into the front pockets of his slacks. He had to admit, it was weird being in something other than jeans or his boxers. He wasn't going to complain though, these were pretty damn comfortable for being 'tuxedo pants'. Maybe he'd wear them more often... he thought it over for a moment before tossing that idea into his forgotten thoughts bucket. Yeah, there was no way in hell he was going to dress up more than neccisary. He wasn't a slob, or lazy, he just liked keeping to the usual. Which was tee shirts and jeans. End of story.

Raising a brow over at Aleks, Tristan shrugged lightly at his question. "We're sort of on hiatus as of right now. So far as I know anyway. Not that that couldn't change in the near future... All depends on when I get out of here and if I 'behave properly'." He chuckled softly at the idea of behaving properly. He couldn't help how he acted when he was going through major withdrawls. It wasn't like he had meant to nearly kill the guy who had taken his stash... Actually, he took that back, the bastard probably should have ended up six feet under if the police hadn't pulled him off in time. He slightly regreted not getting to the guy faster and just stabbing him rather than using his fists. He did believe in a fair fight, and the guy didn't have a weapon which meant that Tristan was just going to have to use his strength. Not that he really cared in the least bit.

Letting out a laugh, Tristan shook his head at Aleks, "I should have met you sooner, Aleks. I need to see if they have any gigs around here. I haven't been in a mosh pit in forever." He continued to laugh softly, "Not that we couldn't start one here... we'd just need some more appropriate music." Licking his lower lip and clicking his lip ring against his teeth casually, he looked around the room. He couldn't help but wonder if that James guy was here at all. Narrowing his brow in thought, he cocked his head toward Aleks, his voice growing more to the point rather than it's previous joking tone, "Have any plans for the James guy yet? Or are you just waiting for an oppurtune moment to jump?" Because he was damn curious to know and he still wanted in.

Tags: Aleksei
Outfit: Here!
Notes: XD
Listening To: Aerosmith: Dude Looks Like a Lady

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Hi-jack the DJ booth? That had the potential to be very interesting, especially if you timed it right. "We fucking have to play Get It Up when all the baby boys are making out with their sweet-sweet girlfriends oh-so-romantically." He laughed to himself as he just considered people's reaction to that. Yeah, might of been more fun in a tight-lipped upper-class boarding school, but he wasn't gonna get a chance to do that, was he? No, because look here, he had to finish his education in America. Fucking worse education in a goddamn institution, but at least he didn't have to live with his fucking parents. And, well, it was far easier to bend the rules here than at Bluebird. They also didn't give you fucking cavity searches. But fuck, sneaking in a knife the first time had so been worth it. No, I know what you're thinking; he did not hide it up his arse. Just no dude, You heard of glass knives? What about ceramic? Either way, fuck you metal detector. If you act like a good boy they always seem to miss. The first few times at least. After that, well, it was a matter of making sure they didn't body search your visitors.

Fingers looped his trio of necklaces into figures of eight, twisting the cords between his fingers. Aleks didn't normally wear jewelry; it was more a 'can't be bothered' thing than a 'doesn't like it' one though, and the chains, which held a skull, a pair of dice, and a bullet, seemed to be a very nice adornment in his opinion. What he was wearing at the moment wasn't so much smart (apart from the jacket, which he had simply added it to fulfill the requirement), instead it was more what Aleks would wear if he put the effort into shopping and choosing clothes and shit like that. Instead, he only really bought stuff when he stumbled upon it (unless it was one of his parents' credit cards he stumbled upon to - then yes, shopping sprees were needed), and the clothes he wore each day were minimum hassle. This outfit? It was still pretty casual once the jacket was removed, and you could probably buy cheaper versions of each item of clothing in a street market, but each item of clothing on his body added up to well over £100. We're probably talking multiple hundreds here when you count the jacket. Very different to the usual mismatch of his random buys coupled with a few of his mother's more acceptable designer choices. Since she had given up buying him 'smart and acceptable' clothing, her choices had gotten slightly better (most probably thanks to her personal shopping assistant, Diane, but who cared?), but he could still never bear to wear a whole outfit picked by her.

Aleks gave a nod of comprehension when Tristan explained his band's status, but didn't comment further on it, apart from to grin to himself at the 'behave properly' comment. For one, Aleksei didn't need to ask anymore questions to know all he needed to about Tristan's band at this point. Yeah information was good, but the boy's comment placed with Aleks' previous knowledge of the situation gave a pretty good explanation of the situation. Secondly, however much more he might be relaxed around him that other people, Aleks still didn't really like it when people who he wanted to be comfortable and open around him realised he was interrogating them. Which meant he'd probably wait a bit before bringing up the next question concerning the band. Still, the 'behave properly'? The inward grin turned to more of a small giggle, and he raised his eyebrows at Tristan, before pointedly turning to look over the room. If you didn't know how to look, it simply looked like a normal hallway full of teenagers. But if you looked properly? Meth addict right there, the eyes darting around (or maybe just a kid with paranoia); kids talking to people who weren't there; vodka, rum, gin, and probably somewhere Everclear filling every hidden bottle, and drugs hidden in every crevice. Yeah, like the standard for behaving properly was really very high here. "Behave properly? Compared to some of the people who get shoved in places like this, you're run of the mill, my boy." And okay, maybe not strictly true - at least to those who considered heroin and coke to be worse than weed and alcohol (and most did) - but hey, the sentiment was there.

Ice blue eyes flicked over Tristan's face as he spoke, before zeroing in on his mouth. Well, fuck, how could he not when the boy's tongue flicked out, and he played with his tongue ring like that. Yeah, maybe Aleks couldn't really be bothered to hide his gaze, but so what, fuck it really. But set up a mosh pit, 'ey? His eyes jumped back to Tristan's again as he answered, a small smug smirk on his face. "Get some people with good music taste together... And, well, clearing a space should be quite easy once we get started, apart from if we happen to crash into any anger kids." he laughed, imagining the scene. Mosh pit turned punch up; not that unusual a situation really, but more interesting since the teachers here were a lot less burly that the security guards at gig venues, and the HCAs on duty tonight in the area all seemed to be young single women trying to forget Valentine's.

James. The name burned behind his retinas, red, a strange sort of joy rushing through him. It was really a perfect excuse to be able to hurt someone with a reason. Yes, Eliza was his, and James had hurt her, but then, it was more the idea of it that the actually that excited and angered him. He didn't care for Eliza - though that was probably the wrong word - in the same way he had for Josh, or possibly even Cam. For them, when someone hurt them, it wasn't even the idea behind it, he'd go into a full blown rage to kill the person who had done it. Because it had been Josh or Cam. With Eliza, it was more like someone had tried to ruin a favoured toy. But then toys easily fall out of favour. "James... Is gonna get what's coming to him. But maybe off Hawthorne property would be better, yea?" It just mattered on how to get him off. Yeah, if they couldn't, they couldn't, but if staff even got an inkling of what was going on, all three of them would be in isolation for about a month. Well, actually, hopefully two of them would be in isolation, and one in the morgue. But we'll see what happens.

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^{TAG –tristan.
WORDS – just under one thousand one hundred and forty.
NOTES – sorry it's sorta shit, and that each reply my posts get longer >.< i dunno why, really.
TUNES – nothing.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}