|
|
Post by cameron elizabeth lynn on Jan 9, 2011 16:34:28 GMT -5
  when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER[/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Cameron made her way into the common room. She didn’t want to be stuck in her room when it was covered in someone else’s junk. She had room for her stuff yeah, but she didn’t want to unpack. She didn’t want a roommate, she wanted to be alone.
She took out her lighter and she flicked it so that the flame was hitting the metal on the top. Yes, she was here for a reason, multiple reasons to be honest. She then let the flame go out and she touched the scorching metal to her arm.
She listened to the sizzle that the burning created. It would leave a nice mark, probably scar over pretty well too. Yes, she didn’t care about the pain that was in her arm, hell she barely felt it. She didn’t care to even look to see who else was in the room.
She put the lighter down on the coffee table next to her after lounging on the couch, and by lounging I mean taking up the entire thing. She didn’t care who came in, and to be honest it probably wouldn’t end up well. She wasn’t in too good of a mood since of course she had just gotten out of isolation and had to wait a day to see her brother.
around two hundred WORDSLogan TAGGEDWith black ripped jeans OUTFITtemplate by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique CREDITso this is before Cameron and Aleksei's post. NOTES [/color][/font][/RIGHT] |
|
|
|
Post by logan on Jan 21, 2011 22:54:22 GMT -5
I've got more wit,
♦ ♦ ♦ a better kiss, ♦ ♦ ♦
a hotter touch, a better fuck
♦ ♦ ♦Than any boy you'll ever meet, ♦ ♦ ♦
sweetie you had me. See well today, Logan felt pretty fucking fantastic, but hell..he feels that way almost all the time. Today was different though, new place, new people, hell even new rules. See..you'd think most people would hate this, (and they probably would) but Logan liked new places, it gave him a good chance to start over, see who's good around here, and who he shouldn't stick around with. Though in his opinion not sticking around, is pissing them off until he was satisfied with their reactions to his obnoxious ways. A fresh start.
So there he was walking down the halls, in just his jeans and shoes. Flaunting his tattoos, and shit around. Cause' well that's what he does. He had just met his roommate, and was pretty happy with the guy, he'd have to work on him a little more. It wasn't as though he was intentionally playing hard to get, that's just the way he was. With his phobia and shit, but oh well. Logan liked to work hard for things, it made the satisfaction of getting it done all the better.
So finally he made it to the Common room, to see that it was pretty empty, besides a pretty little red head. He smiled when he saw the flames, and a sarcastic smirk came upon his lips when she put it against her skin. She didn't mind pain, now that interested him. He walked over and smiled. "I hope theirs a chance that you might let me use that?" He said nodding at her lighter. He pulled out his pack of Marlboro's, and sticking one between his lips.
a better love deserving of
♦ ♦ ♦Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat? ♦ ♦ ♦
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ tagged; cameron elizabeth lynn word count; 280ish notes; bahahaha outfit; Pants&&shoes listening to; N/A |
|
|
|
Post by cameron elizabeth lynn on Jan 22, 2011 12:13:10 GMT -5
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Cameron smiled as she saw some random teenager walk into the room. He held a air of confidence, or cockiness. Either one didn’t bother her, unless he crossed her a little too much. When she pushed the lighter against her skin she saw him smirk. So he didn’t care if she hurt herself. Well it didn’t really hurt anymore, but it did leave a cool mark.
When he walked over towards her she pulled it off of her skin, leaving it really red and slightly bleeding. She didn’t mind, of course she didn’t. Because if she did, then she wouldn’t have done it to begin with. When he asked to use her lighter she smirked.
As he pulled out some Marlboro’s she smiled more. The last one she had, she had taken from Aleksei. Needless to say she wanted some more. ”You can use it, if I get a few fags.” she said smiling. She then held her lighter out towards him, with a firm grip on it. She wanted her fags, and good ones not the bad ones that she had gotten when she first got here. Obviously Marlboro’s were some type of luxury in this place.
[/color][/font][/RIGHT] |
|
|
|
Post by logan on Jan 23, 2011 23:47:49 GMT -5
I've got more wit,
♦ ♦ ♦ a better kiss, ♦ ♦ ♦
a hotter touch, a better fuck
♦ ♦ ♦Than any boy you'll ever meet, ♦ ♦ ♦
sweetie you had me. Logan smirked at her response, obviously this girl did business, and did it well. Smart. He took out three fags, and held them out to her. "Fair enough Beau." He said his french accent silky and smooth. As always, he used his accent, and french speaking skills for charm, this girl though..seemed like she needed more than a few fancy words. He liked that very much, the more difficult, the better.
He held his hand out for the lighter, and smiled. "So what does a pretty girl like you, do to get into a place like this?" His voice innocent as he intended the question. He looked at the mark on her skin and grinned a little more. He had a feeling self infliction, possible suicide could be one. But she just didn't seem like the weak type to stoop so low because she felt pathetic, no. She seemed stronger than that.
"So..England huh? Never really been there." He said catching onto her accent right away. Complementing her homeland might be a good move, but then again..she could always hate it there. Though..he doubted it so. "Logan's the name." He said a sarcastic smirk spreading on his face once again.
a better love deserving of
♦ ♦ ♦Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat? ♦ ♦ ♦
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ tagged;cameron elizabeth lynn word count; 200ishnotes; its poopoutfit; Clicky! Tattoo 1 Tattoo 2 listening to;Koan Sound - Crucial Step |
|
|
|
Post by cameron elizabeth lynn on Jan 24, 2011 0:20:41 GMT -5
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Cameron smiled as he took out three fags out of his pack and held them out towards her. She pulled her lighter back and lit one up and breathed in the smoke before taking out her own pack and putting the other two in there. She didn’t need the fags, but she wasn’t going to let some kid use her lighter for free. Sure she could be nice some times, but now wasn’t really one of those times. She was ‘down’ which wasn’t always good.
As he held out his hand she handed out her lighter. She had more, so it didn’t bother her, but once again, one of her moods. When he began flirting with her she rolled her eyes. ”To get here? I didn’t change from how I was back over in Britain. My parents think that the states will change how I am. I find that bullshit so yeah.” she said smiling. Leaving out of course why she was sent to Huntercombe and Bluebird. Those were little tidbits that no one knew, although Aleksei could tell who he wanted, she resorted to lying.
It wasn’t fully lying. Every little thing she told people that was wrong with her was true. Suicide, she did get into Huntercombe and her first psych ward that way. Anger management, sure she had bad anger. Borderline, sure she could be considered borderline. She even sometimes claimed eating disorders, which were true as well. There would be times when she wouldn’t eat for a while.
She smiled even wider as he depicted what country she had been from. She guessed that he was from France, but that was because of his accent and the words that he was using. ”England it amazing, I miss it, but sadly I’m stuck here.” she said leaning back in the chair taking another hit off the fag. As she blew out the smoke she sighed. She wanted Marlboros. She lived off them when she could, but of course since she wasn’t old enough to buy them she didn’t really get to pick what kind of fags she wanted.
She looked at him when he said his name. Logan, it was normal. Why the fuck was he here then? Well then you really couldn’t tell someone’s problem by their name, but hell, she loved being able to try to guess. ”Cameron” she said blowing the smoke in small circles.
[/color][/font][/RIGHT] |
|
