american {PSYCHO}

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks lay on one of the couches that lined the common room, his legs kicked up over the arm of the scuffed material, his head couched in the many pillows on the other end. There was a book dropped across his lap - "American Psycho". Aleks found it interesting simply in the way it proved a truth he knew so well. Really, if you had common sense, you could get away with anything. And really, he had fuckloads more common sense than Bateman.

But no, he had abandoned the book, and instead was playing with his lighter, flicking it on and off and burning the edges of his clothing, or holes into the sofa. Since no one else was in the common room, it wasn't as if he would hide it, and even if there had been people, he probably would of continued. most of the kids here didn't rat you out, since they had their own stuff to hide, and even if they did, the worse punishment that Aleks could get for burning up the sofa was to pay for a new one. And hey, his mum would probably be happy enough just to hear him that he could convince her to pay for it. It was sorta pathetic how much his mum begged for him to "get better" and shit like that. Really, he had never been the little angelic kid she had wanted him to be. It had all been in her imagination. So now it was simply a matter of convincing her of this. Apparently attempting to kill his father wasn't enough.

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^{TAG - krista&co.
WORDS - just over two hundred and fifty.
NOTES - sorry it's sort of short.
TUNES - shores of california, the dresden dolls.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[abrielle elaine worthy]

just talk yourself up

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She didn't think that Hawthorne was going to be so big. When she heard that she was going to come to a school for troubled teenagers, she thought it would just be a small school and would treat you like you had a bacteria that was going to kill you. But, they didn't. They were very nice, but forward with her. They told her what was supposed to get done, and she had no other choice but to listen to them.

Abrielle finished putting away her clothes in her dorm, she grabbed her iPod Touch and walked out. She wanted to look around for a little bit. She turned her iPod onto Hey Monday and started walking, humming lightly to the band. She had no idea where she was going. Was it a bad idea to leave, without having someone to show you around? Probably, but she tried not to think of the negative. She didn't want to think of the negative right now, she wanted to have a nice day. Well, as nice as it could be knowing that she wouldn't be seeing her family until she got out.

She looked around the room she had found herself in. It seemed pretty comfortable; a nice place to hang out and relax. She walked over to a chair, right across from the sofa. She looked around again, and her eyes landed on the boy laying on the sofa, playing with a lighter. Her heart started beating a little faster, but she tried not to think about it. Besides, what were the odds that he was going to talk to her? He didn't look like he wanted to be bothered, anyway. She tore her eyes away from him and looked down at her iPod, turning off the song. She looked through her apps, before deciding on a game of Tap Tap Revenge; a game kind of like guitar hero on your iPod. It was one of her favorite games.

NOTES: your post wasn't short.(:
WORDS: 333
TAGGED: Aleksei
OUTFIT: click!
CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center]

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks' eyes flicked up as a girl walked into the room, his eyes following her as she walked across the room to the opposite chair, catching her eye when she looked at him, and smirking. She was all sweet looking, the type he fucking hated. But he was also pretty sure she was new, which made her all the more interesting. He wasn't much into people watching, unless those people were of actual interest to him. And most people weren't. But still, he would normally have a slightly recollection of most people here. But this girl? Nah.

He continued to light random pieces of material alight, before he pulled a piece of his hair out, and set it alight watch it sizzle, and the stench filling his nostrils. It was sorta unpleasantly, but then hair burned so interestingly. Well, and so quickly. That was maybe the main point. Most things caught fire and went out just far too easily. It was annoying. His eyes flicked over to the girl. Oooh, she had long hair. He giggled slightly, an idea beginning to form. Of course, he had to do it discreetly though. So just seem normal to begin with, really. "You know, if i was Patrick Bateman, I'd probably be thinking of idealized ways to kill you right now."
Okay, perhaps not normal. Literary?

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^{TAG - abrielle.
WORDS - just over two hundred.
NOTES - again, it's sorta shit..
TUNES - mad world, donnie darko.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[abrielle elaine worthy]

just talk yourself up

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Abrielle was actually doing pretty good on Tap Tap Revenge, even thought it was hard to concentrate with that guy not too far from her. She still didn't do good with guys after everything that had happened to her. She bit on the inside of her cheek, and tried not to pay attention to him. But it was hard to do so, I mean hell, he was burning his hair. Maybe he was just bored, she had a tendency to do silly things when she was bored too. She turned off her iPod and closed her eyes. She was still tired after all that moving. She was considering going back to her dorm and sleeping.

Her eyes opened slightly and she looked over at the boy. He seemed interesting. In the scary kind of way, but ofcourse everyone here seemed scary to her right now. She was always too quick to judge, even thought her parents tried to tell her not to do that. When he spoke to her, her eyes widened and she bit her bottom lip for a moment. Well, that wasn't really something you wanted to hear, especially from the first person you see at the school. Not to mention, she already had a phobia of men, so that just made her heartbeat increase drastically. She stayed silent for a minute or two, just staring at him with wide eyes before finally talking, in a quiet voice, "Well, Thank God you're not Bateman.. Right?" Her voice was quite shaky, being scared already. She really didn't want to show that she was scared, but it was too late for that.

NOTES: yours was good. but mine is total crap. sorry.
WORDS: 280
TAGGED: Aleksei
OUTFIT: click!
CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center]

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks giggled slightly at her response. More the bodily reaction before she actually replied to him really. The wide eyes and silence reminded him of gazelles and dear when they first have an inkling of a predator stalking them. Eyes wide, heart beat rising, and completely still. Okay, he couldn't judge how fast the girl's heartbeat was going, but he could certainly see her wide eyes, and revel in the anxious silence. It was certainly entertaining, and a little bit telling. And made Aleks wanna see how much more he could do to get similar reactions of the fawn-like girl.

And him not being Bateman... Well, sorta very true, Bateman was classed as a psychopath in the book, whilst Aleks' was firmly in the category of sociopathy, according to his doctors. But still, Aleks had more similarity with Bateman than many would. Apart from quite a few things, of course.
"Well, no, of course I'm not. If I ever killed anyone it would be one-hundred-percent a real killing, and not have any hint of being a product of psychosis."
Aleks shook his head mockingly as if the answer was blindingly obvious, simply waiting for the girl's reaction, to see if it would be quite as interesting as last time. He didn't think it could be, the last reaction was just too priceless, but then again, he had been able to make kids have panic attacks in the past, and that was just hilarious.

He grinned, his fingers beginning to play with the lighter once more, blue eyes flashing with the flicker of the flame, swiping his fingers through the flames so that they came out blackened with soot. Really, fire and fear? People should learn to be quite a bit less obvious. Cause either the girl was scared, or had some weird fucking mental condition that was just fucked. And personally, the first theory made way for the most fun, so he thought he'd stick to that.

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^{TAG - abrielle.
WORDS - bit over three hundred.
NOTES - dude, not total crap, i promise.
TUNES - gravity, the dresden dolls.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[abrielle elaine worthy]

just talk yourself up

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Abrielle looked down at her hands that were in her lap when the boy giggled. She didn't like this already. She could stand being in the same room as a boy, but she didn't really know what to say when it came down to talking to them. Especially strangers, and weirdly acting strangers at that. She bit her bottom lip hard, wondering what kind of boy giggled. It was just weird to her. Ofcourse, she thought that giggling on its own was just pointless. It made someone sound like an idiot. They could just laugh like a normal person would, instead of making it sound like you had sucked in helium.

She thought that him talking about killing had been slightly on the strange side. Did everyone here start off their conversations with things such as killings? If so, she knew that the longer she stayed here, the quicker that she was going to lose her sanity. Although, according to her sister, she thought she had already lost her sanity when they had to move to Maine, just so that she could some to this school. She thought that it was ridiculous that she had a phobia of men and sex. Even when she knew everything that had happened to her.

"Well.. um.." She stuttered out. She moved her blue eyes to look at the boy again, just in time to see him shake his head. Abrielle wanted to know what the deal was with the boy, but she wasn't going to ask. She just assumed that he was a sociopath, psychotic even. He seemed to enjoy the discomfort that she was giving off and she was really considering getting up and running back up to her room. If this was how every guy was going to act, then she wanted to call her mom and beg to leave. She didn't want to be here.

Her eyes moved to the lighter in his hand and she bit her bottom lip again. Easy way to tell when she was nervous or scared: her would constantly look around and bite her bottom lip. Many people thought that the biting of her lip was just a habit, and she was glad that they couldn't tell that she was nervous or anything, but she wondered if this boy could read her like a book. Her eyebrows came together when his fingers came out blackened and she looked back down at her hands. Maybe, just maybe if she didn't look at him or anything, he would leave her alone.

NOTES: i'm still trying to get used to this character.
WORDS: 432
TAGGED: Aleksei
OUTFIT: click!
CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center]

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks followed the motion of the girl's eyes as they flicked around the room, the stutter falling from her lips. Okay, he couldn't claim to having any psychiatric experience other than his own treatment, and maybe the reading of several textbooks which used to lie about on Bluebird, but really, she was displaying all the obvious signs of fear. It was actually quite amusing, the accuracy with which the girl displayed the textbooks body language and actions. He didn't even particularly count himself clever to have realised all this; in Aleks mind these observations were common sense. Observe those around you to gain the maximum information. It was like a silent mantra which he had never been taught, but always known. Cause then when their guard is down, you can strike oh so easily.

But then... This girl? Was almost too easy. She presented no challenge, no shell to crack. Yeah, she provided a very nice bit of entertainment for Aleks, but then... She was oh so open in her fear. Maybe if he could get inside that, find out all about it, dissect it - then it could be interesting. At the moment though... Well, Aleks either wanted to see if she'd at any point bite back, or try to fight. I mean, come on, seeing what would provoke her would be quite funny.

Grabbing some of the loose fabric of the couch, he lit them on fire, watching as the plastic fake fiber melting and blackening. His eyes were still stuck on the girl, watching her carefully for her reaction. "Anyhow, how come you're so quiet?" He swung his legs down from the arm of the sofa, before pushing up for the floor and standing up, the lighter still spinning between his fingers, his eyes stuck on the girl as he wandered around, going around the back of the chair she sat in, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "I don't suppose it could be cause ickle little babykins is scared, could it now?" His voice was full of malice and mischief as he whispered the fake honey covered words in her eyes, before backing off, and walking toward the notice board on the wall, appearing nonchalant. Oooh, look, a bake sale. How quaint. Aleks spun on his heel, looking back to face the girl. "So, what'd you think? Scared sound about right then?" He smirked, giggling lightly as he flicked the lighter flame back to life.

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^{TAG -abrielle.
WORDS - just over four hundred.
NOTES - i enjoy being an complete and utter wanker far too much.
TUNES - party poison, my chemical romance.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[cameron elizabeth lynn]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Cameron decided to frequent the common room that she had heard about. As she left her newly acquired dorm room, since she had been in intake a little longer than normal, she made her way towards it. She had recently got her hands on a few more lighters and a pocket knife from some kid who got them confiscated. She noticed them in the records of a few students, because of course she had hacked the database. She loved information, and knowing of why people were here was interesting. Let alone hers and Aleksei’s histories were quite detailed compared to the others.

As she stood in the doorway she noticed her older brother. Good thing. He seemed to be talking to the innocent looking girl sitting in a chair. Before he moved behind her then walking towards a board on the wall. She walked in and sat in a chair opposite the one the other girl was in and let her legs drape over the arm of the chair. ”Aleksei whats with this one?” she said smiling.

He knew that she would have some lighters on her, and a knife if possible. Of course Bluebird took her last one and Hawthorne checked her, but she didn’t have one then. But she was able to get her hands on just about anything. She then smirked. She realized who this was by the records. ‘Abrielle Elaine Worthy’ phobia student. She was a young one too. She remember the little distinct part of her history where she was raped and her brother killed. It just made it better.

Drama for other people, and drama that she caused but not involved in was amazing. She loved reading interesting histories, but of course no one had as much drama in their lives as Hope. Since of course her little rapist was in Hawthorne with her. It just made her day the drama caused by past experiences, and hell, Aleksei and herself were known to cause a little bit of mayhem.

around three hundred and fiftyWORDS
aleksei;;abrielle TAGGED
here OUTFIT
template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal techniqueCREDIT
Here Krista :P NOTES

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[abrielle elaine worthy]

just talk yourself up

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Fear, she knew, was something that she always showed, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. The rapid heart rate, the tightening of her muscles, her sharpened senses, and the dilation of her pupils were hard not to miss. Well, for her because she knew what all happened to her body the instant that the emotion entered her body. When her old psychiatrist had told her that she'd had phobias, she went into research of fear and phobias. She'd found some interesting things, but it also just made her feel so inferior each time that she had read something. Her eyes followed the boy as he stood, coming towards her, his words seeming to mock her. It didn't help her situation in the slightest.

Abrielle's eyes were fixed on the wall opposite her, trying so hard not to pay attention to the boy that was whispering the mocking words into her ear. It was quite obvious that she was scared; a person could only try to hide fear as much as humanly possible. It wasn't the easiest emotion to hide. Fear was a distressing emotion; a basic survival mechanism occuring to a specific stimulus, such as pain or the threat of danger. Or in her case, her phobia always brought about that stimulus. Fear was the ability to recognize danger and flee from it or fight; the Fight or Flight response. Ofcourse, she didn't work well with that bodily response. She always seemed to wait the response out until the very last second, and she was almost always too late.

She let out a breath when the boy walked away from her, but he didn't leave the room, so she was still on edge. Suddenly, he turned around and her wide eyes looked over at him. She couldn't help it, he was talking and he was letting the lighter's flame ignite again. She shook her head, telling him that 'scared' wasn't right. But it was a flat lie, and she knew that he knew it. It was quite obvious, but she was never one to admit to fear. She hated it, she couldn't handle it. Fear was her worst enemy and she could never run from it.

Her eyes moved over quickly to the girl that had entered the room, her blue eyes following her every move as she sat in the chair opposite herself. When she spoke to the boy, 'Aleksei,' she bit the inside of her cheek hard, almost hard enough to bring blood to the surface, and her eyes moved back to the boy. She wasn't liking this at all, but she couldn't seem to get herself to get up and leave.

NOTES: oh, how i love you being a complete and utter wanker, though!
WORDS: 460
TAGGED: Aleksei&&Cameron
OUTFIT: click!
CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center]

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks giggled lightly as the girl shook her head, the mocking tone ridicule all by itself. "Don't tell lies, baby girl. Bad things happen to people who tell lies." And he grinned, the edge of his teeth showing, canines just visible at one side of his mouth, sharp. He flicked the lighter up again, watching it for a second, before blowing it out, but holding the tab down still. Letting the smell of gas fill his nose.

And oh, hey, what do we have here. "Dearest Cam-cam!" He spun around and punched her in the shoulder, giggling like a girl. Um, oh yeah, just to explain something to you before you come to the conclusion that Aleks in constantly psychotic and deranged? Although you could argue he always is, but we disagree. Sometimes... Sometimes, when he's reading. Or just sitting there. Or even simply smoking. And something engages him in this strange way - this almost dance of prey and predator - he can slip into a 'mood'. Or an episode, as the doctors liked to call it, but he had so many different types of 'episode' that he hated that name. And in these moods, his humanity just seemed to go stone dry. It brought out a slightly maniacal, violent, predatory being that lay somewhere deep under the surface. Cause, you know, most of the time he might not of been normal. But he was, if anything, a bit more balanced. Really, if anyone were to notice it, it would be Cam. She'd seen him slip into this enough times, and seen the ways it suddenly stopped. When it got so great he'd go and sit and pull the blades over his legs to bring the rush he then craved, the adrenalin hit. And then when the high was done, he'd drop out of it.

The scary thing was, a lot of the time, he forgot these 'moods'. As in, the things he did in them simply went blank from his memory. "Oh Cam, it's the saddest thing, this little birdie is lying to me." his eyes went round, feigning sadness before a giggle tripped over his lips again. "And it's about the damnedest thing! She's pretending she's not scared!" He grinned over at the girl. his restless fingers drawing patterns into the backs of his own hands. "And why oh why would she try to do that?"

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^{TAG -abrielle and cam
WORDS - bout four hundred.
NOTES - okay, his mood was not planned? it more just... happened, i guess.
TUNES - destroya, my chemical romance.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[cameron elizabeth lynn]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Cameron let a smile grace her lips as Aleksei once again called her Cam-cam. She missed their little trouble days back at Bluebird, but hey Hawthorne was close enough right? She shook her head when he punched her in the shoulder. She knew he was in one of his moods just by being near him for two seconds. Although he had seen her in a few of her own moods and they’re not that great themselves.

She pulled out one of her cigarettes and lit it up. ”Oh the little birdie named Elle is oh so afraid of you.” she said letting out one of her own little laughs. She wasn’t in a full blown episode just yet, but with how Leo was pissing her off in chat she was getting there. Leo had decided that he’d rather call her Cam. And there was a reason that only one person was allowed to call her Cam. She had hurt guys before, in an assortment of ways for even muttering her real name, let alone her nickname.

”I can tell you what her fears are, I can tell you what caused them, remember Leks, information is my thing.” she said with a smile. She loved knowing everything that she could about a person. She knew almost everything about every kid here. There were little tidbits that she didn’t know, but she knew most of their problems, what ‘group’ they were put in. Their dorm room, their roommate, everything that was kept in the system. Along with their looks.

around three hundredWORDS
aleksei;;abrielle TAGGED
here OUTFIT
template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal techniqueCREDIT
fuck its short. NOTES

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[abrielle elaine worthy]

just talk yourself up

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Abrielle shrank away from the boy into the chair, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. Her eyes were glued to the boy, watching his every move. He was a peculiar fellow and the more she watched him, the more she got the feeling that he was a sociopath, and yet, she still wasn't getting up to leave. She must have been real idiotic if she hadn't moved to leave yet.

The way that he was acting was getting to her. Her androphobia wasn't severe, she could usually still talk to men without showing the many signs of fear, but the vibe she'd gotten of this boy from the start had put her on edge. She had good reason to act like that, obviously, because the guy was pretty crazy. And he wasn't even doing anything remotely harmful, just teasing her; ridicule. She harder on the inside of her cheek, so she wouldn't say anything to him as he was talking to the girl, Cameron.

Her eyes had widened more, if it was possible, when Cameron began talking about what she knew of her. She'd hacked into the database, obviously, and looked at her file. She didn't want anyone to know her fears, being embarassed by them, nor did she want anyone to know what had happened towards her. It made her sound like she could be thrown around like a ragdoll, which was what the guy had done to her basically. She wasn't able to fight someone as strong as he was, and then when her brother stepped in for her, it all just turned worse on her part. She'd seen it all, what happened to her brother. It was a terrifying thing to see, and no matter how she and her sister tried pulling him off it wouldn't work.

Abrielle shook the thoughts from her head and rested her forehead on her knees, blocking her view of the two. It made her feel like an emo kid, in those pictures she would see on the internet. She thought that, maybe if she couldn't see them, she could ignore them all together and just rest here until she decided to go back to her dorm. She had a feeling that she would try to leave in just a few more minutes, probably not able to put up with the two crazies, though.

NOTES: oh, poor elle<3
WORDS: 411
TAGGED: Aleksei&&Cameron
OUTFIT: click!
CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center]

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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As Cam pulled out a cigarette, Aleks' eyes lit up, magpie-like, as his fingers sneaked out a stole one from Cam's pack, before bringing up the lighter which had been taunting the girl for the past... Well, he wasn't sure. But time didn't matter, right? Nothing matter now, expect this game of cat and mouse, the catching and torturing of the prey, all for that pretty little adrenalin rush that some liked to call fun. He was a junkie of something that only your body could supply, and my my my, wasn't it a wonderful addiction? He took a drag of the cigarette, before starting to spin in circles giggling as he did so, but stopping after a few twirls, his eyes and ears listening to Cam, but continuously flicking back to the girl sitting on the chair. Who apparently was called Elle. He smirked, walking over the where she was sitting, towering over her, all six foot one of him (and a half, of course, as he got pissed off at implying when people tried to claim they were taller than him. Just cause he was fucking skinny did not make him shorter. Fucking hell, he fucking wanted to stab them right now). "How come you're so 'fraidy of me, or am I gonna have to get my dearest Cam-cam to tell me?" He giggled, blowing smoke down into her face, before spinning away again as Cam told him that she knew all the little birdie's information. Oh, he should always know he could rely on his Cam. She's never betray him, and she's always be there to help him hurt the pretty little birdies. She'd never turn on him, right? He'd kill her if she did, all her pretty red hair stained bright with blood. He'd hate her if she made him do that to her, but if he had, he had to. It was just the way of the world, my little friends.

He twirled around Cameron, hooking his head over her shoulder leaning down so he could whisper in her ear - although, to be fair, he didn't try very hard to make his whispers quiet, his eyes continuously flicking to Elle on the sofa, his voice just loud enough that maybe maybe she could of heard. "Can you tell me? Can you let me make her squirm?" He giggled into Cam's ear, before spinning away again, taking a drag of the cigarette again, holding it in as he spun back, falling against the wall, before tipping his head back, and blowing out smoke rings in the windless room. His eyes flicked back to Elle, still sitting in the chair, and Cam standing there. Cam who was now going to give him information, wasn't she? Now.

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^{TAG -abrielle and cam
WORDS - bit four hundred and sixty.
NOTES - if the writing gets sort of maniacal, it's cause it's reflecting his mood.
TUNES - bulletproof heart, my chemical romance.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[cameron elizabeth lynn]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Cameron let out a smile as he stole one of her cigarettes. It was only fair. She had stole one of his when she first made it out of intake. Because they of course stole all her packs. She had found out where they kept them and got them back. She wasn’t stupid. She wasn’t going without at least three packs at her disposal. She wanted to be able to smoke when and where she wanted, obviously not caring if she was inside.

She shook her head when he started twirling. Before he moved over towards the girl. When he asked her she smirked. As she blew the smoke up towards the ceiling she didn’t watch Aleksei as he twirled over towards her. She smiled even more when he asked her to tell.

Of course she would share her information with her brother. Especially since this girl looked amazing to frighten. She would of course just help, not inflict it in any way. ”Little Elle’s afraid of boys, and intimacy. That’s to put it nicely of course. “ she said with a smirk. She watched as he moved over towards the wall.

”Little naïve little bird we’ve got here. She dated a rather violent guy who raped he and beat her.” she said with a smirk. She really didn’t care about this chick or what she thought of her. ”Her big brother found out and was killed from the boyfriend. She’s hated guys since” she said smirking blowing smoke out once more. This would make for a very interesting situation.

around three hundredWORDS
aleksei;;abrielle TAGGED
here OUTFIT
template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal techniqueCREDIT
mmmm better <3 NOTES

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[abrielle elaine worthy]

just talk yourself up

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Abrielle didn't know what to do. They were talking about her. Her problems, her past. She gripped onto her arms tightly when Cameron started talking about her ex, that had brought on her phobias. The memories flashed through her mind at lightening speed and she bit her bottom lip so hard that it brought up blood. She licked the blood off her lip and let out a breath. She had a hard enough time having to deal with her problems and past, she didn't want other people to know what had happened to her. Everytime someone would bring up the topic of her fears, or her brother, she would go silent, never talking. It just put her in a bad mood, automatically. That's why she knew that these counselors here would probably not get anything out of her for a while.

But, ofcourse, these two were crazy and didn't care about her, whatsoever.

She rose her head to look at the two, smoking in the common room. She wasn't one for smoking, she'd tried it once and never wanted to do it again. It tasted nasty, and she couldn't understand why people loved it so much. She didn't mind alcohol, since she drank herself, but any kind of smoking just drove her absolutely insane. It made her sick and it made her want to leave more. The smell of smoke, the smell of nicotine, made her sick to her stomach. She shook her head and held her breath for as long as she could, hoping not to smell the terrible odor.

Abrielle suddenly stood up, looking at the two for a moment, before grabbing her iPod and walking towards the exit of the room. She didn't want to stay here. It was terrible; the smoke, the ridicule, the talk of the past. It was too much for her to handle, and she just wanted to go to her room and sulk by herself. Which is probably what she was going to do the moment she walked into the room. Used to, when she wasn't able to handle it, she would turn to self harm, but they took away anything that they thought she could hurt herself with. How ridiculous.

NOTES: uph, this post sucks.
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