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Post by tristan on Jan 10, 2011 19:21:40 GMT -5
  "She's got the look. Now she's bulletproof, she keeps her motor clean. Oh, and believe me, you, she's a number thirteen. The church strikes midnight. She's lookin' louder and louder. She's gonna turn on her juice, boy, well then she'll turn on her powerrr." Tristan air guitared to the solo that was flowing from his iPod as he continued to sing along to the track. He may have looked like a fool, but he loved jamming out to Motley Crue, no matter who was in the room or what they were doing. He would gladly play air drums on someone's head or guitar with his own leg. He was an entertaining fellow, and there was no denying that. Quickly deciding to switch over to air drums, he made his way down the hall and toward the pool.
He wasn't exactly one to workout. In fact, the only times he ever burned calories was during... well, extra curricular activities, if you know what I mean. Other than that, he had his drugs to keep him skinny. Which, well, he wasn't exactly the skinny druggie that most came by. At 6' tall, and 170 pounds, he was actually built nicely for not having to work out or maintain a balanced diet. Call it genetics or whatever, but he honestly didn't care. He was happy with where he was at, excluding the fact that his location was at Hawthorne. But needless, he was happy with himself and didn't think he had a damn thing wrong with him. That was how the majority of people who were messed up thought though. Nothing was wrong with them, everyone else was crazy.
Opening up the door to the pool, Tristan's soft chocolate eyes scanned the area. He left his glasses in his dorm room, so naturally everything was slightly blurry, but not enough to completely effect his ability to not walk into things. He didn't see any unusual objects or upon pulling his earbuds out, hear anything unusual. Grinning to himself, he tossed his towel, cell phone, and iPod onto a nearby table and kicked off his black flip flops under it. He didn't bother getting dressed when he was only going to be getting undressed to jump into a pool of water. In fact, he didn't even bother to put on a shirt just to walk from his dorm to the pool. If people had a problem with his tattoos hanging about, they could suck it up and look away. Giving the area one last glance, he smirked crookedly and cannon balled into the deepest end of the pool, water splashing out in every which direction.
Tags: Open
Outfit: Here!
Words: 435 ish
Listening To: Lou sing Home Sweet Home on Hot Tub Time Machine
Notes: Open for anyone that wants to post. (:
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Post by cameron elizabeth lynn on Jan 10, 2011 22:06:53 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 down the hall and to the pool. Alright so she was wearing her bikini under pajama pants and a tank top. She didn’t want to take too long to get in the water. It was cold out, even if it was an indoor pool, and she hated the cold. Hence why she lived in Britain and not the fucking United States.
As soon as she entered the area she watched as a boy cannon balled into the pool. The splash had went everywhere, including hitting her some. She shut her eyes tightly and let out her breath slowly. She didn’t appreciate people splashing her, let alone people she didn’t know. It would be different if it was Leksei. He was her older brother, he would just be fooling around.
She smiled. Thankfully she was in one of her rare good moods. Otherwise this would be a great place to try to kill yourself. If she just cut herself deep enough and let herself swim around the water would keep pulling the blood out of her body. She smirked at the thought. It would be great for later, on one of her downward spirals.
She finally moved over towards the chairs at the side and set her now partially wet towel down. It hopefully would dry before she wanted to get out. She then pulled her tank top over her head before shimmying her pajama pants off her slender hips.
She then made her way over to the deep end and smirked at the boy in the water before diving in. Making a small little splash that didn’t even make it over the edge of the pool. As she resurfaced she treaded water for a minutes. ”Hello” she said smirking once again.
around three hundred WORDSTristan TAGGEDhere OUTFITtemplate by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique CREDITRAWRR! NOTES [/color][/font][/RIGHT] |
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Post by tristan on Jan 10, 2011 23:11:45 GMT -5
Feeling the water slap him was awesome! Why? Because he could actually feel it. And it actually kinda hurt. He held his breath and kicked up to the surface of the water. It was nice to be able to swim by himself and not give a shit who cared. He shook his thick black hair, spraying water and allowing it to fall in his face. He could be adorable when he wanted to be. As he tread water and turned around, he nearly had a heart attack. ”Holy shit!” Swimming back some, he narrowed his brow, squinting his eyes to see if he could get a clearer image of the person that had decided to sneak up on him. At least they were nice enough to say ‘hello’. Not that that didn’t stop his heart from pounding in his chest. What was it with the people in this place and scaring the living day lights out of him. His heart was already dodgy to begin with. Shit people.
Sadly, he couldn’t get a better glimpse of the person, though he did see a bit of the long hair and the color of it. He could tell it was a chick, but that was about it. Still being half startled, he didn’t quite think about what he had said before he said and ended up blurting out ”Who the fuck are you?” rather than the intended, ”You scared me. Who are you?”. But that was Tristan for you. He rarely tended to think things through. Partially do to the fact that he had one brain cell left. And this caused problems in the thinking area.
Tags: Open/Cameron
Outfit: Here!
Words: 200 maybe?
Listening To: Do do do di do do doo! The theme song to Happy Tree Friends. XD
Notes: Wooo! A posteh! Not the best, but funny nonetheless. XD
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Post by cameron elizabeth lynn on Jan 11, 2011 0:14:01 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 smirked when he swore towards her. She went under again and smoothed her hair out. She hated when her hair was all over the place, hence why she never really straightened it. Straightening someone’s hair usually made it all staticy and she hated her hair when it stood up. Or even frizzed for the matter.
”Learn fast, people here are sketchy” she said with her sweet but oh so European accent. She loved the UK. She wanted to be back there now, but the judge that was in charge of her case decided that Hawthorne would be better than Bluebird House. She didn’t understand how, but probably because she had her manipulation wrapped inside plenty of peoples brains.
The second he asked who the fuck she was she once again closed her eyes and let out another breath. ”Why don’t you fucking tell me who you are first?” she said, her attitude becoming evident.
She didn’t like people being short with her, or giving her attitude. She didn’t appreciate a lot of things. She knew she had to keep her cool for a little while, or until she at least had a few people under her manipulation. She needed things to go her way, not end herself up in jail before she could accomplish anything. Hawthorne was in for a treat.
around two hundred and fiftyWORDStristan TAGGEDhere OUTFITtemplate by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique CREDITRAWRR! NOTES [/color][/font][/RIGHT] |
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Post by tristan on Jan 14, 2011 4:14:01 GMT -5
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Post by cameron elizabeth lynn on Jan 14, 2011 11:16:42 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]
She sighed when he said that it came out harsh. It had and she wasn’t one for taking anyone’s attitude. As soon as she told him to learn quick though he cocked his head to the side. Did he not understand. People here didn’t get a shit if you were new, people should learn the in a psych ward, even if this wasn’t exactly a psych ward, you can never let your guard down.
Although she wasn’t one for all for that stuff. As he swam towards her she backed up a little. What was he planning on doing? ”Umm… I guess its fine. I’m Cameron Lynn.” she said when he held out his hand. She shook it, but only for a little.
She smiled when he said that everyone classified him as a druggie. She was classified as many things, but of course they were all problems from her conduct disorder. ”I’m here for being suicidal” she said softly. She knew that it would check out, she had multiple cuts, scars, burns lining her arms and legs.
She also could have claimed being a pyro, drugs, alcohol, anything really. Almost all of it matched with her real problem, but she really didn’t want people to know why she was here. Sure in chat she was fine with telling them, but then she could just claim anger problems. Easily avoided.
around two hundred and fiftyWORDStristan TAGGEDhere OUTFITtemplate by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique CREDIThere! NOTES [/color][/font][/RIGHT] |
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Post by tristan on Jan 14, 2011 18:19:26 GMT -5
] Okay, so this Cameron wasn’t very talkative. And she was very to the point. Which was exactly how Tristan was, but he didn’t mind joking around and having a good time. She didn’t seem that way. In fact, she seemed kinda scary to a point. Like she’d gladly take a knife to his chest thirty-seven times and not give a damn. Holy hell, she reminded him of his roommate, Aleksei. He chuckled softly at the thought and smirked over at her. ”Cameron it is then.”
He swam around a bit, switching positions and treading water, keeping himself busy. He wished he had brought his glasses with him. He really wanted to see what this girl looked like. She sounded hot, but that could easily be deceiving. Squinting his eyes some, he tried his hardest to get a good look at her. Naturally, he probably looked like a nut just staring at her like he was, but she’d get over it. It wasn’t like he was doing anything damaging or what not.
”You’re suicidal and they let you in a pool where you could easily drown yourself. Now I know this place really is crazy.” Tristan smirked and wrinkled his nose some, rubbing at it. He was high as a kite at the moment, and swimming…. Well that wasn’t exactly the best idea, but it didn’t bother him in the least. Actually, his brain wasn’t functioning proper enough for him to even try and think about it. At least he was capable of putting words together to form sentances. ”So did you just plan on coming here for a swim? Or were you meeting someone?”
Tags: Open/Cam Cam the awesome wo-mam. XDD
Outfit: Here!
Words: good question-ish. XD
Listening To: Eddie Izzard
Notes: My muse for Tristan is so up and down right now, I'm sorry.
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Post by cameron elizabeth lynn on Jan 14, 2011 18:49:44 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 when he at least called her, her full name instead of just switching it to Cam like certain people. She surely would have blown herself being suicidal by that. Although she was fine with confusing people and every time they met, if they asked, she’d change why she was there. Although all of them would be true, just not the real reason.
She let out a small laugh as he swam around a bit. She led herself over to the edge and held on, she didn’t want to keep treading water if need be. She smiled when his train of thought went right to where hers was. ”Of course I’m not depressed right now, so I wouldn’t try it, you don’t need to worry. Its only certain times that I’m like that. " she said smiling.
She guessed that he did more of the heavier drugs when he rubbed his nose. Pot smokers didn’t rub their noses. Mostly coke addicts did. But she wasn’t sure, she never did any drugs, other than cigarettes and the random joint from Aleksei. She didn’t like partaking in them.
”I needed to relax, and thought that this would be the best place. I wouldn’t have to worry about people being assholes. Or at least I hope?” she said. She kinda left her last statement as a question, he could either take it as one, or leave it. Whatever he answered though it would affect her thinking.
around two hundred and fiftyWORDStristan TAGGEDhere OUTFITtemplate by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique CREDIT framing hanley - lollipop LISTENING TOyour muse is better! NOTES [/color][/font][/RIGHT] |
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Post by tristan on Jan 17, 2011 19:06:36 GMT -5
”Ah, well it’s good know that I won’t need to talk you down from the high dive today.” Tristan laughed playfully and smirked at her. He hadn’t ever really had to deal with anyone suicidal before. Well, except for his brother, but he didn’t want to think about that. Leaning back, he floated there for a bit, looking up at the ceiling. Indeed, it was the perfect place to be to hang out and not worry about idiots or as she so kindly put it, assholes.
”No assholes here, bella. I’m actually here for the same reasons. To relax and not have to deal with idots.” He flipped over and swam toward her, propping himself up next to her on the wall. He had hoped that the close proximity of them wouldn’t bother her, but he could get a better glimpse of her when she was up closer. From what he could tell, she had gorgeous reddish hair and what appeared to be freckles. So ‘bella’ was an excellent term for him to use on her.
He spoke a few languages, though he didn’t blab it out. He may have been hooked on heroin, but he wasn’t a complete idiot. In fact, he quite enjoyed reading and learning. Now that he made himself feel like a dork, he smiled at her. ”So, Cameron, tell me a bit about yourself? Make any friends yet?” It may have sounded like an odd question, but everyone needed at least a couple friends. Hell, she could always go and hang out with Aleks and him if she didn’t have anything else to do. Not that they really did much but listen to music and talk about random shit like authors and musicians.
Tags: Open/Cameron
Outfit: Here!
Words: 200 maybe?
Listening To: Some weird ass movie my little sister is making me watch. XD
Notes: Sorry it‘s so suckish and that I made you wait for like ever. DX
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Post by cameron elizabeth lynn on Jan 18, 2011 0:17:38 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 let out a small laugh as he said that he wouldn’t have to talk her down from the high dive. Fuck, he wouldn’t be able to talk her down anyways. When she had her midn set on something, it usually happened, unless she was sedated of course. She looked at him for a minute when he called her ‘bella’ she knew that he wasn’t making a nickname for her, but wasn’t that another language.
”Lets just say that when I get mad, its not good. It can never be good to get me stressed” she said with a smirk. Although he could take that as she took it out on herself, or accuse her of lying about being suicidal. Either way, if he asked why, she would tell him.
She smiled when he asked if she made any friends yet. That was great. ”About me? Ask specific questions otherwise when I tell you my history you’ll be astounded what I’ve had to go through, and I know someone from back over in Europe, he’s like my brother, or so you could call him. Since we do refer to each other as siblings. You may know him, figuring he is in the east wing for rooming. Aleksei?” she said smirking. It had been a while since she used his full name. Usually it was always Aleks, Leks, or even Leksei. Anyways she wondered if this guy knew him.
She of course had met up with him the second that she got out of isolation for intake. Needless to say they just caught up on old times. He wanted her to find a drug supplier and she had. One random one that had been caught with a huge stash of weed, heroin, crack, the normal heavy drugs.
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