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Post by tristan on Jan 17, 2011 17:54:23 GMT -5
  Tristan let out a bark of laughter as Aleks stated that he wouldn’t cut him unless he asked for it. He had plenty of markings on his body. Tattoos everywhere, peircings basically everywhere, track marks along his arms and in the backs of his hands. He was marked up good and wasn’t looking for anything new… well, he wouldn’t mind a new tattoo… or maybe a piercing. Shit, he needed to get his head in the game. He was rooming with Aleks, whom cut up people for the hell of it. Marking them like he owned them. Which was understandable, in a sense. People got tattoos with each others names on them, right? So why not cut into each other and get the same effect? He smirked at the thought, shaking his head slighty. ”I’m good for now, on the cutting. Thanks though.” There was a slight chuckle in his voice as he said it, but he still tried to hold it back.
Alright, he really needed to figure out why exactly Aleks was here. He didn’t have a clue why it truly mattered, but he wanted to know. Just for his own personal curiosity. As he laid there in thought, he scratched at the inside of his right arm and stared up at the ceiling. It wasn’t going to be too bad, at least Aleks was sarcastic right back and in a witty manner, hell, he even laughed right along with him when he finally came to the conclusion that it wasn’t going to be terrible. Aleks was right though, anything would be better than jail. He was with people his own age here and they were all just as crazy, if not more, than he was. Not that that was a good combination or anything. But like he had said, it was better than the alternative. ”I’d much rather room with a sociopath for a few months than to be in a jail for one month.”
Sitting up once again, his curiosity getting the best of him, he stood back up and walked over toward Aleks and Eliza. Standing next to Aleks, he looked down at Eliza’s neck. It truly was a piece of work. Artistically speaking, Aleks did one hell of a good job. He rubbed at the back of his own neck, his own mind wondering slightly to how they might have come by the marking. Probably during something seductive…. He smirked at the thought. He wasn’t exactly the most trusting person, but he was always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt. He could get a tattoo, why couldn’t they cut designs into their skins? ”It’s actually gorgeous looking… even with it being partially scabbed over and all.” He placed a hand on Aleks shoulder and patted slightly, ”So long as you still promise not to kill me in my sleep, we’ll be good.” He chuckled softly and smirked.
Tags: Open/Aleksei/Eliza
Notes: Here ya go. (:
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Post by aleksei jonathon jakobs on Jan 21, 2011 14:11:23 GMT -5
   • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •Aleks' eyebrow raised slightly when he heard the slight chuckle seep through Tristan's words. Really, this boy could be as interesting as Eliza, it seemed. Already finding humour in the situation. Rare, but not unheard of, of course. Well, of course 'of course'. There were other people like Aleksei out there, and then there were always the kids out there who found they liked being cut up a lot more than society thought you should be. Cause of course, it was a kind of masochism. Or, well, depending on where you were coming from, a form of art. Scarification has been around for years, centuries even. If you go with the theory that life started in Africa, and then some of the oldest African tribes used scarification, maybe even millennia. If only a couple of millennia. And 'for now'? That made Aleks let out a giggle of his own. "Well, let me know if you ever change your mind, will you?" And the grin he gave seemed almost hungry for a second, before that flashed away. Maybe it was only a trick of the light...
A smile tugged at the edge of Aleks' mouth as Eliza said it didn't hurt that much. "Yeah, we call that endorphines, darling." Really, they were pretty wonderful things, those. And they nearly always worked in his favour. Apart from when he was trying to hurt people, that is. Then he got pissed off when they stopped feeling the pain. He rolled his shoulders back, hearing them click, before taking the remaining tape and hydrogen peroxide and returning it to the drawer. His trusty little treasure chest of first aid and destruction. If you only saw one half of it, you would think of Aleks as some sort of trainee doctor. If you only saw the other half, you would think of him as either some extravagantly destructive emo kid, or... Well, a sociopath. Or a psychopath, whichever way your mind swung. Destruction and construction, sort of. It made a warped sort of beauty in Aleks' mind. He would take his body to pieces, then wrap it all up, nice and safe. It was the way the grandiose part of him caped with the destructive part. It made sure he never did any permanent damage, not really. I mean, apart from the suicide attempts, that is. Those certainly went for permanent destruction and damage. And somehow, when it was for killing himself, the grandiose part also somehow agree. For warped beauty will always be the product of a warped mind.
Aleks went down and sat back down behind Eliza, his thumb brushing over the dressing a few more times before Tristan came over. For a second, Aleks' had a gut reaction; to turn around, growl, to protect his property. But then that died down, as Tristan's first words came out of his mouth, and that predator instinct was overcome with a self satisfied sort of pride. Yes, he knew his work was beautiful, but a few compliments never hurt anyone. Well, never mortally hurt them, at least. Insults, however... Insults were a whole other ball game. But he grinned up at Tristan smugly instead. "Oh, I know. Feel like reconsidering letting me cut you up yet?" The grin morphed into a smirk as he let out a small chuckle. He didn't really expect Tristan to reconsider in any form, but hey, it never hurt to ask. And wahey, having possesion over your roommate was always a good thing in his books. "And I won't, purely because, as you said, prison is sorta shit. And high security forensic wards, like Broadmoor? Are even worse."
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WORDS - just over six hundred.
NOTES – er, i'm alive?
TUNES - take it away, the used.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by eliza on Jan 26, 2011 20:51:54 GMT -5
  Eliza looked over at Tristan as he said that he was good on the cutting. Of course what boy would want to get cut up by another boy. Hell, unless that guy was bisexual, or gay then it was most likely a no. Eliza shook her head as Aleksei said that there were endorphins doing that. She turned and kissed him. She had learned how to shut people up. She had learned from James, cause that’s how James shut her up when talking to Aleksei at the party. Although she could argue that she was drunk, but she didn’t like people making fun of her really. And that’s how she took it. She sighed when Tristan said that it was gorgeous. It was better than fancy initials, but still. When Aleksei asked if he was rethinking about getting one she shook her head. She moved back so that she was leaning against the wall. ”Aleksei don’t scare him away!” she said smirking. Of course Tristan wouldn’t leave. He liked rooming with Aleksei because Aleksei could save his ass. Hell she didn’t want to be against any sociopaths. That was probably a bad idea. WORDS ;; 200ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; aleksei;;tristan OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;; this is shit as well >>
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