Another Meeting ((Aleksei))

[eliza]

Eliza leaned against the wall. She took our her lighter and lit up some of the weed that Gavin had gotten her a few weeks back. She turned and looked over the wall. Oblivious to anyone that might come onto the roof as well. She had only met a handful of people up here, and they were all like her, except James.

Gavin and Merrick both were into the drugs and alcohol that she was into, but only one. Gavin liked to party, and that included both the substances, meanwhile Merrick liked to drink. She took another drag and kept the smoke in. She saw a few people walking around, but it was getting late.

People would be headed back to their dorms. Although James had told her that tonight there weren’t going to be any checks. That way she could go up onto the roof and calm down. Better than in her room anyways. Her roommate was crazy. She didn’t like her roommate, but not many people could say that they liked theirs. She hoped that she wasn’t stuck with her for the rest of the time.

That would be intense torture. Leaving someone with the other until one of them left. No thank you. She didn’t want to be stuck near that girl for more than she needed to. Which only really included sleeping. She finally released the smoke. She wasn’t that cold, yeah it was winter, but did she care? Of course not. She figured she wouldn’t be up here long enough to get cold. Long enough to smoke. That was fine with her.

WORDS ;; 300ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;;

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks fingered his lighter as he stepped out onto the roof. There was really no hiding his 'small' problem of pyromania. In his defense, nearly every kid he had met with conduct disorder was a pyromaniac, so it wasn't as if he was alone in his delight of setting things on fire. There was just such delight in seeing something previous whole and intact alight and blazing. However, this time, he wasn't really planning on burning the building down, only have a cigarette. He was mildly pissed off, 'cause he hadn't been able to get his coveted Marlboro Reds recently, however much blackmail and threatening he imposed. So instead he was stuck with shitty Camels.

Aleks didn't really look around as he lit up, instead scowling as he inhaled. He really wanted his Marlboros. Exhaling, he raised his head, and looked around the roof. That girl was here. What was her name... Eliza, that was it. Walking over to her, he took a drag of his cigarette. Fucking Camels.

"Why, if it isn't you!" He smirked slightly. "Pity our last encounter was cut so short, it was really beginning to get interesting. He laughed lightly, surveying the girl. It had really been quite the interesting turn of events, his last conversation with her. At least, far more interesting than most conversations held at this place.

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^{TAG - eliza
WORDS - two hundred and twenty something.
NOTES - ello again!
TUNES - the piano knows something i don't, p!atd.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

She continued smoking, watching the other students walk into the dorm. She was in her own little world. Or so she’d like to be. Then no one would be able to tell her that she’s fucked up. Well anyways she wasn’t paying attention to her immediate surroundings would be a better explanation.

She jumped slightly when Aleksei talked. She hadn’t expected anyone else to join her up here. It wasn’t like kids didn’t know about the roof, word got around. When one kid found a spot that the administrators didn’t check, and they could smoke without getting in trouble, of course it was bound to get around.

”Hey” she said before taking another hit. She didn’t know what to do. It was rude to just walk away from someone, but she knew James didn’t want her near him. She nodded when he said that it was beginning to get interesting.

To be honest she wouldn’t know. Figuring she had stopped listening when James came over. If she really needed to know anything he would have gotten her attention, and he had. By kissing her, and the likes. She released the smoke and sighed. She didn’t know what to do. What would James think of this anyways?

WORDS ;; 200ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;;

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks frowned. What the fuck, okay, she hadn't been a bundle of energy the last time he talked to her, but she was sure as fuck more responsive than just 'Hey'. And non-responsive people, like many things, were boring. Apart from the fact that, like, not many people weren't responsive to everything. And okay, maybe to an outsider, he was over analyzing? But to him? His mind just jumped to illogical conclusions sometimes. And then he'd act impulsively on illogical conclusions. But hey, he never made illogical conclusions about stone colds facts, only people and situations? So that made it okay? Right? Anyway, to Aleks? The conclusions were far from illogical - instead, they were the right ones.

"How's... James? Talked about me at all?" Okay, yeah, he was shit with names. But he couldn't exactly call James 'intriguing-guy-who-owns-girl-who-does-pot-drinks-and-has-been-marked--investigate', even though that was a general abbreviation of who he was in Aleks' head. Oh, but he was sure that the James boy must of talked about him. Like honestly, leaving like that? He could of tried to be a little less obvious, the fucking critique of Aleks' fucking lies. He had fine lies, and they held up very fucking well thank you very much. Ow. He looked down, and saw that whilst in his brain he'd been getting pissed off, he had managed to crush the cigarette in such a form that it had burnt the inside of his palm, leaving him almost with stigmata. He cocked his head looking at it, speaking without looking up at Eliza. "You think I could be the next Christ?"

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^{TAG - eliza
WORDS - bit over two hundred and fifty
NOTES - okay, the stigmata bit was random. i dunno
TUNES - the kids from yesterday, mcr.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Eliza watched as he frowned. What did he expect? She wasn’t sure but just shook her head. When he mentioned James she turned and looked at him. Did he really want to know how he was? Of course not. She knew that. ”I haven’t seen him since the party. But other than that, we haven’t talked about you. I guess he doesn’t want to” she said returning the blunt to her lips and pulling in the smoke.

She didn’t know what James was up to. But she was sure that he was mad at her for getting into a situation where he had to enter. Its not like she knew what the conversation was going to turn to when she said that he’d get them isolation. It was true, she didn’t want to go back there. Bad memories from the past tend to resurface.

She watched as he crushed the cigarette in his hand. She knew that it had to hurt, figuring it had been lit when he crushed it. She watched as he opened his palm. There was a burn mark in the center. She looked at it. When he talked it snapped her attention from his hand. ”The next Christ? Are you serious?” she asked with a smile.

She took out her pack of cigarettes and tossed it towards him. She was more interested in smoking pot anyways. Well until she ran out. Then she went back to cigarettes. She flicked the stump of her blunt over the edge. She walked over to where he was and took a cigarette out of the pack. She wasn’t a chain smoker, she just wanted it for later.

She just realized how close she was to him. She looked up into his eyes. She didn’t know what to do. He could easily grab her. She shivered at the thought. She didn’t think that he’d do that anyways, he wasn’t like that. Or that she had seen so far. He had insinuated that he wanted to fuck her, but he didn’t know.

WORDS ;; 350ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;;

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aw, he hadn't been talked about, not even a bit? But really? She hadn't seen him? Okay, like, it had only been a few days, but like fuck, she had his fucking initials on. That normally meant some sort of closer, seeing more often relationship, Aleks was pretty sure, at least from the observing other peoples relationships (his were pretty screwed over, to be fair - to put it lightly, he gets possessive and stubborn and dominant). Yeah, they had both quite clearly stated that he wasn't her 'boyfriend', but he was certainly her fucking something. Then again... This place wasn't exactly known for it's ability to produce 'healthy and flowering relationships', what with the pick'n'mix of problems. But hey, at least you could sorta of have them here, if you were clever. Better than nothing.

”The next Christ? Are you serious?” Aleks raised an eyebrow, his expression just a touch away from completely hard. "I'm fucking deadly serious, m'dear. I mean, come on, for one fucking thing I'd do a better fucking job pretty fucking easily." He caught the cigarettes she threw him, and lit one up, inhaling deeply. Well, they weren't Camels, which already made them a hell of a lot better than his previous cigarette.
"Secondly," he said, looking down on her, into her eyes, "I'm pretty fucking powerful. And that's all religion really about in the end. Power."
That's really all nearly anything ever was. The government, school, prison, psych units, places like this, friendship, sex, and a whole fucking lot more. Someone wants power over you, in some form. You may never realize it. The person who wants the power might not even consciously realize it. But deep down, it's always true. And once you realize that, well, fuck, you either gotta submit or claim that power for yourself. And that was exactly what Aleks intended to do.

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^{TAG - eliza
WORDS - bout three hundred and ten.
NOTES - hm, yeah, sorry, i'm being random, it's too late >.<
TUNES - girl interrupted.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

She sighed. It had been a few days since the party, she didn’t need to see James every day. He kept tabs on her anyways. Knowing who she was with and such. It wasn’t like she needed to be with him every night. They weren’t a couple. Yeah he had marked her, yeah they had fucked, but to be honest, other than that, she was his pet. His amusement. Nothing more. He was nothing to her, but to him she was fun.

Eliza laughed when he said that he’d do a better job. ”I believe you have to be a saint to be Christ. Everyone here is out on that one” she said smiling. It was the truth, with all the sex, drugs, and violence going around none of them could be called saints.

With him lighting up, it made her want to again. But she just got done smoking a blunt, she didn’t need a cigarette right now. The way her mind worked sucked. Always wanting one thing or the other, either drugs or alcohol. And she didn’t want to crack out the alcohol right now. She wanted to see if she could go a day without it. Needless to say she was going to fail, she knew it already.

She was tempted to go pop out the brick near the staircase and get one of her bottles. Eliza smiled when he said that he was powerful. He couldn’t have been here more than two months. She hasn’t seen him around school before that and doubted that he just kept an extremely low profile. ”Whatever you say. If your powerful, then show it. Prove that your oh so powerful” she said with a smirk.

She was doing the same thing she did to James. Testing him. Seeing his limits as well. She wanted to see if he would really do anything. She doubted it. She was high, which meant stupid decisions.

WORDS ;; 350ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;;

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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He cocked his head as she laughed, and smirked. Have to be a saint to be Christ? Yeah, very possibly. or you know, "I'd just lie my way into heaven." He shrugged. "Study occulemency or some shit to stop 'God' finding out the truth. It'd work." Yeah, a really farfetched plan with no basis in reality. With perfectly logical illogic. Don't say sociopaths never have fun.

"I mean, the other option in the anti-Christ. That'd be pretty good as well." Cause okay, the anti-Christ doesn't have as much power as Christ, and never 'ascends to heaven to sit at the right hand of the Lord', or any of that shit, but neither does the anti-Christ have to stick to the rules and all of that shit, like Christ does. Power versus freedom, that was a hard one. In the end? Aleks would probably go with freedom. That in itself was a form of power, really, whereas you could have power devoid of freedom - it would simply be the promise of power, but he still accounted for that.

Aleks raised an eyebrow. "You really want me to prove that I'm powerful?" Yeah, he could do that. Plus, messing with other kids' property? Was the best type of messing. He swung himself round so that he backed Eliza into the wall, bracketing her in with his hips. "You sure 'bout that, darling?" He took a drag, blowing smoke into the air as his other hand came to to press lightly against where Aleks knew that James had scarred in his initials. He leaned in, his mouth down to her ear, his voice a whisper, teasing and taunting. "Last chance back out, m'dear. And I mean last." Cause trust me, assault cases were so much simpler when you had the victim's permission.

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^{TAG - eliza
WORDS - bout three hundred words.
NOTES - thar you go.
TUNES - the kids from yesterday, mcr.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

She laughed lightly as he said that he’d lie his way into heaven. Illogical at that, but still it was logical all the same. The anti-Christ was another subject all together. She didn’t care to sort them out anyways. Even though they were the complete opposites. She didn’t care much about religion. Sure her family was religious, but she was not.

She nodded when he questioned if she wanted him to prove it. She was testing him. It was something about her that tested probably the most dangerous guys at the school. Face it, James had cut into her body then she dared him to do something since she was his. That’s how the night ended.

In seconds Eliza was pushed against the wall, pinned by his hips. As he released the smoke she took it into her lungs. She knew it probably wasn’t the best thing to do, but it was good. She blew it out again, back towards him. She felt him push against the initials. She tensed a little, but that was because it was still tender. James had only covered it, he didn’t push against it, even if it was lightly. When he leaned down and whispered in her ear she smiled.

”Try me” she whispered back. There was a reason that she was James’ pet. She was able to take some damage, obviously shown with the carving. She had taken quite a lot of abuse that night. Multiple cuts, a small puncture in her neck that had also yet to heal, and then sex. The night ended how she expected it to begin, but of course he had his way of things.

WORDS ;; 300ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;;

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks grinned as the girl agreed. Fucking freedom. Okay, he probably still couldn’t scar her for life, or anything like that, cause then she’d still probably go to someone or other. But it meant he could do a fuck lot more than he was normally allowed. But first… He drew the last of the smoke from his cigarette into his lungs, before leaning forward and giving the girl a blowback, pushing the smoke right into her lungs. Okay, before we go any further? In case you hadn’t noticed? Aleks is the type of kid who gets off on pain and threats. And he already knows this. So yeah, he will abuse that. He’s pretty sure the girl knows that, anyway. He already asked her if it would be easy to fuck her.

He stubbed out his cigarette on the wall behind Eliza, just close enough to her so that she’d feel the heat of it, before reaching into the waistband of his jeans, and pulling out a small pocketknife. Yeah, you heard me right, the waistband. Aleks had gotten good at hiding things, let’s just put it that way. Holding the blade against Eliza’s neck, he slowly stroked it down, almost mapping the lines, arches and curves of her spine, neck at shoulders, but each time return to just around her jugular, stroking it lightly, menacing, but also strangely loving. “You know, I could kill you so easily right now. Just a slightly deeper nick,” and on the word ‘nick’, he pushed the blade harder into her neck, just enough to draw a small sliver of blood, “And oops there’d be no more Miss Eliza… Pity though, you seem like you’d be so good to play with…” His voice was a mere whisper, and didn’t even hold an edge of threat to it. Instead, it sounded matter-of-fact, as if reciting something mundane and calm, like the weather. But of course, Aleks wasn’t really in to talking about the weather.

His hips pushed her back against the wall and using the hand that wasn’t holding the knife he grabbed both her wrists, pushing them above her head as the knife began to skim lower. Aleks began cutting into the edge of her shirt just for fun, watching the material sheer away from the blade, just into the top few centimetres of the fabric. “You wanted me to prove I’m powerful? This is why I’m powerful. Because I could do that. Cause I could kill you, and I could make you fucking beg for it. Or I could even make you enjoy it. What makes me powerful is that I’m the one who gets to choose. I have the control.”

He cocked his head on one side, before dropping her wrists abruptly, instead cradling one of her hands in his, and teasing the skin gently with his knife, not yet breaking it. “But you see, you’re turning out to be far more interesting than some stereotypical, random junkie girl. You’ve been marked,” and Aleks giggled as he said that, though his eyes looked slightly puzzled, almost, “And, you know, that just makes this game so

[/u] much more fun.”[/color] Looking Eliza in the eyes, he nicked the edge of her fore finger, before bringing it up to his mouth and licking the blood off, a small grin on his lips. And then, of course, leaning forward and kissing her lightly, with the taste of her blood still on his lips. He loved stealing other people’s toys.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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^{TAG - eliza
WORDS – six hundred, me thinks.
NOTES – sorry for late reply >.<
TUNES – bulletproof heart, mcr.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Eliza watched as he smoked the rest of the cigarette. She knew something was going to happen. Something bad. When he pushed the smoke into her lungs, she coughed, she didn’t expect that. She moved a little to the side when he stubbed out the cigarette. Getting burned didn’t seem like a good thing right now, and she knew he liked fire. As his hand moved towards his pants she leaned her head backwards against the wall. He was just going to fuck her and leave? She could only hope.

When she felt a blade against her skin, for the second time she tensed. She didn’t know he had a knife, but James did say he was like him, only more impulsive. She didn’t move when he talked about being able to kill her. She knew he would never give her the knife like James had. This wouldn’t be a two-way thing. When she felt the blade nick her skin, breaking it she let her breathing hitch. She bit her lip.

If she just would have listened to James, she would be safe. But he had told her to just walk away slowly towards the exit, but he had been between her and the exit anyways. And now she was trapped against the wall by him. No escaping now. She was about to respond to him when his hips pushed her back even more.

When he hands were pinned above her head she tried to get them down, she didn’t like this. James never pinned her arms, they were always free. At least the cut on her arm had healed, that way he couldn’t reopen it. But hopefully the one on her neck would stay scabbed over, since it had bled pretty well last time. She felt him carving into her shirt.

When he dropped her wrists she felt him move so one was in his hand. Of course she was interesting, otherwise she wouldn’t be marked. She didn’t want to say that though, he’d probably just get mad at her. ”Theres a reason I’m marked. Have you thought of it yet?” she whispered softly. Her gaze never drifted from the knife that was tracing over her hand.

James was right. He only wanted to play with her because she was marked, by James. Some play toy that he could try taking. As she looked him in the eyes she felt a sting. She tried to pull her hand away but he pulled it to his lips. As he licked the blood off she shut her eyes, she had to stop comparing him to James. They weren’t the same. When he kissed her, she tasted her own coppery blood. She shivered. Don’t things always go better when you listen to someone? Then why was she so stupid and didn’t listen to the one trying to protect her.

WORDS ;; 500ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;;

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks smiled slightly at Eliza's reactions to him. Boy, it was easy as fuck to tell from her body language that she was scared. It was sorta hot, to be honest. Knowing that he held that fear over her. So yes, it would be nice to fuck her. But also, rape was really a very shitty charge to escape. Like, honestly, quite of few of his 'friends' had been charged with it, the ones at Gardener, and it increased your sentence by a fuckload. Especially if you were classed as 'mentally disturbed', or something along those lines. They'd then hold you in there till they 'cured' you. And Aleks really didn't want to be 'cured'. He liked himself the way he was.

”Theres a reason I’m marked. Have you thought of it yet?”
He tilted his head to the side. Yeah, he had a few ideas. "Well, for one thing, you don't run fucking creaming when a sociopath approaches you with a knife. Makes that part a whole lot fucking easier." He twisted the knife around to his own hand, scratching into his skin before bringing the small cut on his thumb up to his mouth, tasting the blood there. He wasn't a vampire, he didn't like the taste of blood, it simply intrigued him. It was what kept you alive, kept you running. And yet... It was so easy to lose; if you simply cut deep enough and for long enough, it would be all gone. "Also, very simply, you're interesting. Not quite sure why yet... It's something about the way you have spirit, yet give in so easily. As if you're daring death, or something..." Aleks wasn't even exactly sure. The girl was very interesting, even if she hadn't been marked. The marking just made her all the more interesting. However, it would only stay interesting if at some point, James began to suspect. or if he completely stole the girl from under his nose. One of the two, at least. But keep it a secret a little while longer, at least... Up the suspense, really. He took a small step back from the wall, essentially releasing the girl if she wished to go. Taking another cigarette from his back pocket, he lit it up, watching the girl carefully.

"You can run away now, if that's what you want." He gestured with his head toward the exit to the roof. "I mean, if you're scared," He sneered slightly. Yeah, he'd love to have some more fun with her. But there was only so far you could push someone before they told. And Aleks may be impulsive, but he wasn't completely idiotic. "Just, be careful what you tell that James of yours." He took another drag of the smoke, blowing it to the side, now. "Though, I would love to have some more fun with you. But criminal charges are just so hard to dodge."

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^{TAG - eliza
WORDS – bout five hundred and ten.
NOTES – won't be able to reply again till thursday, i think.
TUNES – bulletproof heart, mcr.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Elizabeth laughed when he said that she didn’t run screaming. Nope, that wasn’t it for sure. She had too much fun with James to just run screaming from one with a knife. Well it wasn’t fun, like a normal persons fun, but it was interesting, a new experience for her, and now Aleksei wanted to use one? Like her rules with James, they would hold over to him.

She watched as he cut his own finger. When he brought it to his mouth she looked away. Although she wasn’t sure why Aleksei tasting the blood was different from James. Probably because the only time she could see it was with her arm. She rolled her eyes when he said that she was daring death or something. No she was cocky, always testing people, seeing the limits. Things like that could get her into trouble. But she didn’t care.

She watched as he backed up. She was confused, what was he doing? But when he lit up she smiled. She grabbed the cigarette and took a hit. She put it back into his hand and smiled. ”I’m not scared. Hence why I was marked. James cut into me three times. You’ve seen them all, whether you realized it or not was a different story. I willingly came up here for him to cut me, knowing his intentions and all” she said with a smirk.

She knew James would be mad at her. She wasn’t supposed to be up here with him. She was supposed to be back away from him. In her dorm or somewhere else. Somewhere safe. ”Yeah cause it would look so good if I went to the administration about any of this. I’d have to explain a hell of a lot more than just you. About James and whatnot. Not a good idea.” she said smiling. She didn’t want to end up in isolation anyways. He knew that.

WORDS ;; 350ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;;

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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He cocked his head slightly when she laughed. Okay, he could really understand why James took an interest in her. She wasn't what you expected from these places. Laughing when someone had just threatened her with a knife? Okay, he had had that happen before but normally those people were either mentally unhinged or far far too cocky for their own good. The mentally unhinged people were almost boring, because they wouldn't react in the ways that he wanted them to. And the kids who were far too cocky? Well he shut them up (and maybe some people would say he was one of those kids who was far too cocky - however, those who had seen him at the depths of his depression didn't have that delusion... if it was a delusion).

She smirked when she took the cigarette off him. For once, he wasn't too bothered by someone taking his smokes off him, if only for the fact that she was letting him do this. But that was interesting... "So, how long had you known James by then?" He knew they couldn't of known each other for too long, since they seemed quite unsure on the exact nature of their relationship. However, it was also true that people (as a general rule) didn't really meet and immediately go for the knives. In Aleks few (and mainly unsuccessful) relationships, even if he wanted to bring ownership into the relationship (which he always did) he'd always have to grudgingly wait quite a while, simply for the fact most kids ran a mile (one or two didn't, admittedly, but the majority did). So James and Eliza had to have known each other for a bit, but not long enough to define their relationship, he guessed.

He raised an eyebrow before giggling slightly. He'd love to see the administration here deal with sociopathic relationships. The guys at his last place had tried, and had really failed. Well, that relationship had been very different to James' and Eliza's, but still. "Very astute... That's the second time we've come onto the topic of isolation..." The second sentence was simply a statement of fact. As we have already established, Aleks liked knowing things. And so he organized the facts. What he knew? Eliza hated isolation.

He tilted his head, and observed her... Fuck, he really wanted to... Could he get away with it? 'If I marked you, either non-permanently, or without my initials... Well, could I?" He had two ideas really. He wanted to either, a, give her a hicky. So infantile, yes, but really, was their a simpler mark of ownership and possession? Or, b, he'd also love to draw out a copy of one of the geometric roses which covered the top of one of his arms. It was one of his first tattoos, and thus he felt it was an apt signature for him.

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^{TAG - eliza
WORDS - bit less than five hundred.
NOTES - sorry it's sorta shit.
TUNES - for your entertainment, adam lambert.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[eliza]

Eliza smiled when he asked how long she had known James. Surprise him or lie? Those were the two options. She took another drag off the cigarette. ”When he marked me, we had known each other for three hours maximum. Maybe a little less.” she said as she handed him back the cigarette. She didn’t know what James would think if he heard about this little reunion. Obviously he wouldn’t like it. Hell, he told her to stay the fuck away from him. Something about how he didn’t think things through.

She was sure that he would be surprised to know that she let someone cut her up minutes after meeting him, then let him mark her a matter of hours later. It didn’t bother her, her body would heal. That was her point of view. Although it did hurt. And she didn’t like that part.

She rolled her eyes when he said that she mentioned isolation again. Needless to say she hated it. ”I had a bad experience there. When I first came to Hawthorne. Needless to say I don’t like anger management kids anymore.” she said like it was nothing. If you considered almost being choked out and pinned to a wall nothing.

Eliza looked into his eyes again when he asked if he could mark her. She wasn’t sure. She didn’t want to deal with James’ wrath if he found out. It wouldn’t be like he could notice. She bit her lip. ”If I can hide it. I only have two rules when it comes to marking, if I can hide it, and it won’t kill me, then yes.” she said. They were the same two rules that she gave to James. But she told James he couldn’t kill her whatsoever. Same would be for Aleksei. She didn’t know what being marked by two sociopaths would entitle, but so far, James hadn’t been that bad.

WORDS ;; 300ish
STATUS ;; Finished
TAGGED ;; aleksei
OUTFIT ;; here
NOTES ;;