[we're here to cause the] KHAOS *

[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleksei sat with his back to the thick hedge, hidden from the main house. His fingers were wrapped around a cigarette box, pulling off the plastic to get a the sweet tobacco. He had finally been able to get his hands on his blessed Marlboro Golds, and well, this was a pretty good occasion to open them. What occasion was that, you ask? Why, his 'little sister' had ended up at Hawthorne. And there was really no better cause for celebration. Not his literal little sister, of course you fuckwits - Aleks was an only child - but Cam, he old partner in crime from Bluebird who he always felt like he had to protect and look after, but in such a different way to most, since this girl had spunk and so it was more a matter of principle than her needing his protection.

Of course, we come to the question that how the fuck did Aleks find out Cam was coming here, and then how the fuck did he arrange a place to meet here whilst Cam was in isolation. Well, the latter was easy; he simply sent her a text, since as soon as you got out of isolation the first thing they did was give you back your phone, so the automatic reflex was to check it. And how Aleks knew Cam was here? A simple thing called networking, really. All the Bluebird kids kept in contact with each other, apart from a few, and so when Richard (who had been a schizophrenic who had been in with Aleks and Cam for twelve months) found out through the grapevine that Cam was going to Hawthorne, where Aleks was, he most obviously called him. How'd he find out? Well, put it this way - he could be a really good interrogator. And so now Aleks was sitting behind a hedge in the gardens, waiting for Cam to join him in... He checked his phone again, grinning slightly. Right about now, really.

He pulled a cigarette out of the packet, placing it in between his lips and then flicking the lighter, shooting up a bright flame that immediately made the end of the fag glow. He took a deep drag, the nicotine and tar filling his lungs. Now, really, once Cam joined him here, he was pretty sure he could put up with this place until he was eighteen. Of course, then he'd be leaving Cam in here... But, you know, no conscience. That was one thing about cam that he loved. She didn't expect to care, or feel guilty, or anything like that. She understood how you could be friends and yet not feel guilty for killing yourself and leaving them. She wasn't stupid and dumb, like the mundane idiots that filled these halls. And, oh, the chaos they would wreck.

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^{TAG - cameron =)
WORDS - four seventy something.
NOTES - yay reunited!
TUNES - my alcoholic friends, the dresden dolls.
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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because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font]
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Cameron had just gotten out of isolation. Something about Hawthorne wanted to put her in watch so make sure she was ‘stable’. Whatever the fuck that meant. They didn’t realize the havoc that her and her older brother Aleksei caused back at Bluebird. Well she’ll admit it, their not really brother and sister, but close enough. They really were one in the same.

Same problem, same ideas, and basically same interests. She was like his little mini me, but a female. As she made her way into the gardens she looked at the text message that Aleksei had sent her when she was in isolation for intake. She looked behind her and saw the main house, opposite from that was Aleksei.

As soon as she saw him she smiled. He hadn’t changed much, but who could change drastically over months. She walked towards him and watched him pull out a pack of cigarettes. She smiled, still smoking. She went over and sat next to him and took the pack out of his hands and took a cigarette out and pulled her lighter out of her pocket. Isolation screwed with someone when they couldn’t smoke when they wanted.

Yeah you could be addicted to cigarettes but for some reason Hawthorne didn’t mind the kids smoking cigarettes, they probably figured it was better than a blunt. She lit up her cigarette and pulled in the smoke before finally talking. ”Leksei I missed you” she said as she looked back over at him.

She missed everything, the drama that they had caused at Bluebird, the rushes of adrenaline from catching rooms and shit on fire. She leaned her head back against the hedge and let out a sigh. She loved the idea of causing mayhem.

around three hundred WORDS
Aleksei TAGGED
With black ripped jeans OUTFIT
template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal techniqueCREDIT
RAWRR! NOTES

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[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks grinned to himself as he saw Cam walking over towards him. God, it seemed like she hadn’t changed a bit, but somehow at the same time changed so much. God, she was… thirteen when he first met her? Something like that, since Aleks had been about fourteen, if he remembered correctly. Whatever it was, it was a long time ago, and yet so close. They had been troublemakers – well, everyone on that unit had been really. When you got a high security unit, everyone was immensely fucked up. There weren’t really any calm, normal people there. But the difference with Aleks and Cam is they also had controlled destruction. Yeah, both of them kicked off uncontrollably, but unlike some, they also planned some of their destruction.

”Heya Cam, missed you too, you fucker.” He grinned at her as she stole a fag off him. Really, the girl was one of the few that could do that and not end up injured in some shape or form. Maybe strange, but hey, you spend a fuckload of time bonding when you’re trapped in enclosed spaces for high durations of time. And well, there had been quite a few fallings out when they first met, trying to figure out the balance of power, but now? Now it was pretty much fine. I mean, yeah, they still fought frequently, but after the fights they giggle about the way the books sorta bounced when Cam threw them at Aleks, or the way the ends of Cam’s hair crackled when Aleks set them on fire. Simple stress relief really.

But on to more current issues… ”So, I’m guessing the parents finally got tired of the shit that happened once you got let out of Bluebird, or what?” Okay, so Aleks didn’t know exactly what had happened to Cam once her had left Bluebird – I mean, he suspected something similar to his own story. Mishaps, mischief and misbehaviour ending with parents getting pissed off and finding somewhere to send him. And, well, since Cam had such a similar history to him, what with the rich parents and then the same psychiatric disorder, he could only suspect something similar.

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^{TAG – cam.
WORDS - just over three hundred and fifty.
NOTES – aw yay reunions =P
TUNES – sing, 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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because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font]
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She let out a small laugh as he called her a fucker. It was only because she stole one of his fags. She loved stealing his cigarettes because of the fact that he would kill any other kid that stole them, and since they were oh so close she had a little leeway. Of course he didn’t like her stealing his shit all the time, but of course it was mutual. If she had fags and he didn’t, he’d steal some. So it was really a mutual thing.

Cameron smiled as she lit up. At least they let her keep her lighter, but her fags were a different story. Something about how sixteen year olds shouldn’t be smoking, blah blah blah cancer blah. She didn’t care. She wasn’t going to hear their stupid problems. They didn’t want a minor smoking, well guess what she was doing just now.

She smiled when he said that her parents got tired of her shit. He had never met her parents, but she had told him plenty. Rich, busy, not caring. Those four words defined her parents along with a few others. ”After Bluebird released me my parents forced me to a normal high school. Bad idea. Something about the guys wanting to touch me and fuck me set me off. Needless to say a few have a broken jaws and the others broken noses.” she said blowing the smoke out.

It was true that their past was so close. Almost identical, minus the ways that they got into Bluebird and Hawthorne. Cameron was extremely violent. She didn’t put up with anyone’s shit, minus Aleksei. Aleksei had so much leeway to do so many things that she would hurt another guy for, and vice versa. Of course they fought. Who didn’t. Although their fighting was different. Knives, Fire, and anything else would be used. Although their fighting never lasted long, it always ended before the other could get hurt too much. Hell she had let him carve into her, his rose was in multiple places when he wanted to try something new.

She was his test dummy for his carvings, and she was fine with it. It just added to the mutilation that she let happen to her body. Including the multiple burn marks from putting the hot metal of a lighter to her skin on her legs and arms. She didn’t care either, she’d show people them, wear short sleeves. Her ways never changed.

around four hundred WORDS
Aleksei TAGGED
With black ripped jeans OUTFIT
template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal techniqueCREDIT
yes. He's carved into her now :P NOTES

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[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks grinned and giggled as Cam told him why she ended up here. Honestly, he hadn't expected anything other from that girl in a 'normal' setting. Although her parents had been vastly idiotic to have expected that to go fine. Even his parents had acquiesced to the fact that he would of been kicked out of an ordinary secondary school without a second thought, and had sent him to the tutorial colleges which apparently catered to 'his kind'. Yeah, not really, but at least they looked more worn down than terrified, which his mother had obsessively repeated, saying that it meant that Aleks was 'improving'. If he thought hard enough about it he could still imagine her shaking voice, assuring him again and again that 'he was doing so well' and the constant questions and checks to see if he had taken his medication. Of course, they never thought to check if he was eating, so it was obviously the next caveat he had gravitated to.

But onto more current and pressing matters... "Heya Cam-cam, how you been scarring up?" And yeah, fuck off if you think it sounds random. Haven't we established more than enough times Aleks extreme possessive tendencies? And his tendencies to obsessively look after people he had marked? "I wanna see if they've scarred nicely..." He smirked, remembering some of the times the 15-minute-check staff had come in, only to see Aleks poised with a knife above Cam. Yeah, so some of the markings were finished at different times to when they had been started, and it was one of Aleks' pet peeves, that. Okay, actually, 'pet peeve' is the wrong word. It really fucking pissed him off, especially when it meant the markings didn't scar properly.

He took another drag of his cigarette, looking over the Cam again, his mind flicking back a few seconds. "Talking about scars, you did mark up those boys who hit on you for life, I hope?" Cause yeah, Cameron was like his little sister, and he was the most violent, pissed off older brother that your fucking nightmares could ever conjure. Plus, cause he wasn't actually genetically related to her, he could appreciate the fact that yeah, she was fucking hot. But like, completely aesthetic appreciation. Because really, however well they might work together, just ew. For one, Cam wasn't one of the few types of girl he did go for, and secondly - we have explained the little sister thing, right?

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^{TAG – cam.
WORDS - just over four hundred and ten.
NOTES – scarring is so pretty lol.
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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because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font]
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Cameron couldn’t help but laugh when Aleksei did. It was just amusing to her. Hell they both loved causing mayhem and planned to do a bunch of it now that she was here too. She knew that he parents were idiots. Lets send a kid that just got out of a forensic ward to a normal high school. Like that will be good in any way possible. Of course not. But who was she to complain. Her parents believed that when Bluebird let her out that she was ‘cured’. What bullshit was that. After she left Bluebird and wasn’t under constant watch she stopped taking her sedative a while ago.

She smiled when he called her cam-cam. It have been so long since she heard that nickname. Then she sighed. ”The ones that I can see healed well, left a nice scar, even if they were done in pieces, but I can’t see the one on my neck. So that would be up to you to check out.” she said. She pulled her hair to one side with her one hand while sticking the cigarette in her lips and keeping it there with the other before moving so that her back was facing him now.

She pulled her hair up completely with the help of her other hand before blowing smoke out of her lips again, with the cigarette still held there. She remembered when the staff at Bluebird had caught him carving one of his marks into her, they immediately sent her to the hospital wing to get it looked at. They covered it, cleaned it, everything they could. Hoping that it wouldn’t scar, but of course it did. It was meant to. They thought that he had manipulated her to do it, but of course she did it willingly.

She smiled when she moved back to sitting against the hedge after he checked out the mark. She had of course left marks on the boys. How could she not, of course they were small and unnoticeable since she had been pulled off of them before much could happen. ”They have marks for sure. How bad I’m not sure. I was pulled off and sedated pretty quickly. Somehow they told the principal about it and he had shit ready incase that ever happened. Needless to say it was some fucking strong sedative.” she said with a sigh before finally taking the fag out of her mouth.

around four hundred WORDS
aleksei TAGGED
With black ripped jeans OUTFIT
template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal techniqueCREDIT
yes, i love reunions. But i miss you <3 NOTES

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[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks smiled to himself as Cam turned around, pushing her hair to the side to show him his marks. His fingers reached, almost unconsciously, but then with purpose to trace over the design, pushing down on the white scar tissue. If had done quite nicely, and as now that lovely shade of white collagen that filled up the flesh when the body found flesh missing. You know, even if you cut really deep, if the cut isn't wide, it won't scar that badly. The type of scars that stay are the wide ones, the ones which leave gaping flesh. Which is why Aleks marked like he did, making sure the the cuts were deep enough, but gapingly wide, so that they white collagen would stay there forever. His flickered flickered down to trace over the three x's, and he smiled. His signature was in so many places over Cam's skin that he knew no one would ever even be able to try and claim her for themselves. Unlike Eliza, who had already been marked, had already been defiled in some way, Cam was only his, and then her own. It made things good.

He moved his hand away, and brushed her hair back over her neck, and smiled at her, taking a drag of his cigarette as he did so. "It's scarring up beautifully, so that's all good."
Listening to her tell about how the headmaster had fucking sedative in his office, he let out a small laugh. "Fucking hell, you have a bastard of a headmaster, that's for fucks sake." He shook his head incredulously. "Fucking wanker, not letting you finish with that shit." Aleks stretched his arms, and cracked his knuckles out, before turning his head and hearing his neck pop and spine crack a few times, the sounds making him let out a little giggle.
"If they're not scarred up, I'll fucking go back and rip them up."

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^{TAG – cam.
WORDS - bit over three hundred and fifty.
NOTES – scarring is so pretty lol.
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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because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font]
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Cameron smiled as he traced his fingers over the design that he had created a while ago. His fingers tracing over the slightly raised bumps felt awkward. She hadn’t let anyone see it or touch it since he made it. Something about him marking her with his full design on her neck was the final thing that they did together before he was released. As he brushed her hair back over her neck she resituated herself against the bush once more.

”That’s good” she said returning his smile. As she told her story she smiled at his response. She knew that her headmaster was an ass. She hadn’t liked her headmaster, he was a complete jerk to her half the time. Probably because she was one of the only female students that didn’t find him attractive. That was at her discretion of course.

She smiled when he said that he wouldn’t let her finish it. Of course a headmaster didn’t want them scarring up other students, it wasn’t normal. But neither was she. So she didn’t understand why they let her go back to a fucking normal school anyways. She knew that it was a bad idea, but her parents thought that she was cured when Bluebird released her.

”You better let me help, because I still hate those fuckers” she said smirking. She was one for grudges. She didn’t get what she wanted out o fighting them either, so that didn’t help at all. She wanted to scar them up more, if not kill them. They had no right talking to her like that, and she made them see that.

around three hundred WORDS
aleksei TAGGED
With black ripped jeans OUTFIT
template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal techniqueCREDIT
yes, i love reunions. But i miss you <3 NOTES

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[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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Aleks smirked when Cam said she wanted to help. Yeah, he'd certainly let Cam help. She was one of the few people he knew who he'd actually consider and slight challenge in a fight, even though he still believed he would always be able to beat her. In truth, when Aleks and Cam fought, it normally ended with them just sort of collapsing giggling, the endorphins and adrenalin having got to their brains, the rage slowly turning to just plain enjoyment of the the fight. For that reason, Cam was one of his favourite people to fight with - he knew she wouldn't go all 'please don't hurt me at any point', and he could also just release all his anger and shit at her, and get all bruised up, cut up and burnt without the fear of getting snitched on. "Course you can help, Cam-cam. Why the fuck do you think I keep you around?" He giggled, punching Cam on the shoulder, just hard enough to prove his point.

He slid down the side of the hedge, body moving that so instead of sitting up against it he was lying down on the grass, end off the fag hanging out of the edge of his mouth. He rolled over onto his belly, before pushing himself up onto his elbows so that he could look up at Cameron. He pushed his hair out of his ice blue eyes, taking another drag of his cigarette, before his eyes morphed into large faux puppy eyes as he began to moan. "Cam, why the fuck is this place so boring?! Part of me prefers fucking Bluebird - at least you could watch people kicking off periodically - and that's fucking crazy talk." He moaned again, head falling forward with a thunk onto the ground. "I hate this place, wish I could fucking burn it down and kill them all without the fucking jail sentence." Head still down, he managed to take the last drag of his cigarette, before stubbing it out on the grass. Really, this place was completely fucking shit.

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^{TAG – cam.
WORDS - just under three hundred and fifty.
NOTES – booooredom for aleks.
TUNES – an epic of time wasted, a7x.
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 smiled as he said of course she could help. Fighting along side Aleksei was a fun thing. They knew plenty of ways to kill, and combined they were definitely deadly. She was use to him punching her shoulder and it didn’t even bother her right now. “I thought you wanted me for information, but we’ll go with fighting” she said smiling. Yes, information was her thing. She loved knowing what she could about a person, a place, a thing. Anything that she could look up, no matter the barriers she would know about. She looked over at him when he slid down so he was laying on the grass. She shook her head as he began whining.

She knew that Hawthorne sucked compared to Bluebird. She knew that it was really boring here, they needed to kick it up. Hopefully anything they did didn’t end in them being sedated, because of course that meant isolation. Although she didn’t mind it, it was just a huge setback. ”Cause the people here are fucking trying to get better. Do you know how fucked up that is!” she said looking down at him. She hated it when people thought that they could get better. Sure there were a few people that could, but to be honest, if you were sent here, it was to get away from your family. They didn’t want to deal with you anymore.

Cameron immediately smirked when he said he wished that he could burn it down. ”Make it look like something was faulty. Like a wire or something went wrong, and then be like oh shit, fire and run the fuck out. Doesn’t mean the others have to get out” she said. She wanted to burn this place down too. Nothing fun was going on here, and they needed a little excitement.

around three hundred WORDS
aleksei TAGGED
With black ripped jeans OUTFIT
template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal techniqueCREDIT
yes, cam's evil, we know this. NOTES

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[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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He smirked when Cam said he kept her around for the information. Hah, that was also very true. Cam had the talent of hacking, which really was far too helpful in far too many situations. Like, for instance, here at Hawthorne. Cam's knowledge meant that if you wanted information about people, she had it. It was especially wonderful when you wanted to mock people. Like that fucking kid who claimed he had conduct disorder, and yet saved a puppy. Yeah, really, not very convincing, puppy boy. And of course, her knowledge of the kids was more helpful than just mocking people, but really, that's where it mainly came up. But talking about that... "Can you find out whose been in isolation for dealing for me?" That was for Tristan, really. It was easy enough for Aleks to do that, and that way Tristan was in his debt - at least sorta. He would owe him, whether it be in drugs, silence, or something else altogether. What it was, a debt and shit like that was power. And Aleks liked power.

Bluebird... Talking about it brought it to the forefront of Aleks mind, and it made his dipping mood dip just the little bit further. Yeah, the good days there, watching people kick off had been awesome, and him and Cam had gotten up to some awesome things at times. But then, there was also stuff which made him want to shudder and shake. Full body searches with cavity checks were never nice, and neither were being in constant restrain for a few days when he took a really crazy turn. And then when you kicked off, and they'd just jump on you and pump you full of drugs. And then, of course, there was just the feeling of being trapped in. Yeah, there was an outside space, but it had 8 foot high walls, and barbed wire edging those. Very few people had ever managed to run away from Bluebird.

Thinking of it all made Aleks begin to scratch at his thighs through his jeans. For some reason, his scars always seemed to itch when he thought of Bluebird, whether or not he had healing cuts at the time. Okay, yeah, right now he did, but they hadn't been itching much up to that fucking moment. And now they suddenly caned, making making Aleks want to crawl inside his skin and rip his scars open to stop it. Seriously, the itching was worse than the fucking cuts themselves. The ferocity that his hand was scratching at his leg meant that probably, even through the denim, the scabs would open, and stain the inside of his jeans. Oh well, that's what denim was for. As long as there wasn't too much blood, it didn't seep through. And thank heavens for that.

"Yeah..." He grinned slightly when Cam said they could make it an accident. Or you know. "If I'm dead, they can't exactly imprison me." He grinned, the idea seeming to spark behind his eyes. That'd been how he'd gotten into Bluebird, but he knew he'd be able to time it right this time. Especially if he started the fir in his room, not in the fucking basement as he had last time, simply cause from the basement he could start a larger fire, and feed it for longer without being discovered. But if he started it in his room... He'd certainly die, and the likelihood of other also dying would be high. Or her could douse the corridors in gasoline and himself, and then set that alight. Oh god, that'd be so pretty and would probably work. He drifted off into his head as he daydreamed.

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^{TAG – cam.
WORDS – bit over six hundred.
NOTES – now he's going all suicidal and shit.
TUNES – done with you, papa roach.
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 knew that she was also useful to him for her hacking skills. Yes, she was amazing at it. Hence why not even being here at Hawthorne a day she was into the database. Knowing everything about anyone. Its great. When he asked if she could get him the names of people that had been in isolation for dealing she smiled.

”Of course I can! When I head back up to my dorm I’ll check and text you the name” so he was trying to find a supplier. She kinda wondered if it was him, but probably not. He had his own cigarettes and she didn’t think he’d need more now.

As soon as Aleksei began scratching at his leg. She shook his leg. She knew why he was itching it, most likely cause it was healing. Anything itched while it healed, and in order for it to heal faster you have to leave it alone. Although who wants something to heal slowly. Hell she still had a burn mark on her arm from earlier in the week.

”If your dead they can’t imprison you, but then your out of your life and we can’t cause more mayhem after that.” she said before taking her last drag off of the fag before flicking it across from where they were sitting. Did she want him to die? Not really, but it was better than herself dying. As long as she escaped the fire, she would be fine and happy. Of course she could act distraught, but why bother right now.

around two hundred and fifty WORDS
aleksei TAGGED
With black ripped jeans OUTFIT
template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal techniqueCREDIT
mmmm this one took forever NOTES

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[aleksei jonathon jakobs]

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He grinned when Cam said she'd text him later which the information. God, the girl was the only person in her who was half decent to hang around with. Oh, okay then, maybe Eliza and Tristan he could deal with, maybe just. Eliza... Well, she was fuck off better than most of the girls who were alive these days, and belonged to him, and was pretty hot (for a girl) to boot. Tristan, then. Well, Tristan was relatively fine. He hadn't freaked out when he had found out about the carvings, and he was fucking hot as well. It hadn't been the first thing Aleks had noticed about him; no, he had been too fucking angry at the fact he had a fucking roommate. But not he;d had a bit more time... Well, the boy was fucking fit. Tattoos and all as well, all marked up, even if only by his own hand. Aleks preferred it that they were marking Tristan had chosen himself, since it made it easier to have little fantasies about turning him into his. What, fuck off. Aleks didn't normally jerk off to real people, and whilst Eliza was the obvious candidate for a real person jerk off, he hardly ever jerked off to girls. As we've said before, although he was more into 'people' than genders, yeah, the male body was regularly more hot that the female. Boobs were more hilarious that seductive to him, really. Come on really, they were attached to your chest and fucking bounced. Who wouldn't find that funny?

He gave a wan smile when Cam said that if he was dead he would be able to cause mayhem. Ah, maybe true. Depended if you believed in the afterlife, or the paranormal really. Cause I mean, if you did... "Are you saying my ghost wouldn't be fucking malevolent and break shit and be annoying as fuck?" He actually let out a soft chuckle, the images running through his head. He'd be like Ellen Page in X-men (and fuck that girl was hot), except more invisible. Just walking through walls and scaring the shit out of people. Swapping salt for sugar, sugar for glass. Hah, it'd be hilarious. Of course, at the same time, he prayed there wasn't an afterlife. I mean, if there was, what was the point in killing yourself. You still had to live on, in a matter of speaking. It would be sort of shit.

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^{TAG – cam.
WORDS – bit over four hundred.
NOTES – i have no idea where the jerking off bit came from O.o
TUNES – a loaded smile, adam lambert.
CREDIT – template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[cameron elizabeth lynn]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
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She laughed and shook her head when he asked if she was saying that his ghost would be malevolent. Of course it fucking would! How could it not be! Hell, they caused enough shit to haunt people for the rest of their lives. They caused multiple people to kick off back in bluebird. Although they both shared the same hope that there was no afterlife. Kicking off, or being killed just to have to wander and shit was probably a bad idea.

”Of course! Hell we cause enough trouble as it is, why not extend it to after they think they got rid of us.” she said smiling. She, of course didn’t want Aleksei to die, but she did want to cause more mayhem with him. Hopefully get a few more kids to kick off. Hell, she wanted this to be like how Bluebird was, but sadly there were a small handful of high risk patients, all of them at Bluebird had been a high risk.

around two hundred WORDS
aleksei TAGGED
With black ripped jeans OUTFIT
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Aleks grinned at Eliza when she agreed that they would basically made awesome poltergeists, before pulling both his phone and his crushed pack of fags out of his pocket. Grabbing onto one of the cigarettes by his teeth, and drawing it out of the pack, he flicked his thumb on the lighter, sending up an orange flame, and breathing in the heading nicotine with a deep breath. Pushing the crumpled cardboard into his pocket, he flicked his phone open, squinting at the cracked and smudged screen. And look there, five text messages, and then three voicemails. All from his psychiatrist. Ah, fuck, that was why that HCA had been reminding him about something to do with two thirty. And whilst he hated that fucking doctor, as a high risk patient, when he missed essential appointments he got a fucking yellow card and they went searching for him. Which was just fucking fucked up, but still. He'd rather not be fucking watched more simply cause he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Fuck, I gotta go." He pushed himself up from the ground, the grass sticking to his hands as he did so. He scowled in the direction of the house, brushing the grass off his arse as he did so, before glancing down at Cam again. "Fucking HCA's are gonna come looking for me, and I don't want to go on fucking observation." His cigarette still dangled from between his lips, as he looked toward the building again, before he took a drag, blowing the smoke out from between pursed lips. "I'll see you, yeah Cam?" And he gave a small grin, before turning on his heel, breaking into a fast jog through the gardens. And then, just at the door of Hawthorne, he turned back for a second. Bye Cam. But only bye for now.

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^{TAG – cam.
WORDS – round about three hundred and ten.
NOTES – hey, tis fini!
TUNES – dirty business, the dresden dolls.
CREDIT – template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}