by the way , i hope you burn in a fire * -cameron

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This school was a fucking joke compared to the last place that she'd been in. She was able to roam more freely, they didn't keep tabs on her as often, and she was sure that the kids threw parties here quite a bit under the nose of the staff. She had a feeling that she was going to like this place, if she could get away with most of the stuff that she was thinking about. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair and walked down the hallways. She'd just finished putting her things up in her dorm room and decided to roam through Hawthorne. It was pretty huge, she had to admit, for a troubled teens unit.

Cara put her iPod on full blast, listening to Built For Sin by Framing Hanley, her blue eyes scanning the empty hallway. Why the fuck was she in the hallway? She didn't really care, she was just walking. Her heels was clicking against the floor, so it was obvious that she was here, if someone was ever in the hallway to hear her. She actually didn't feel like being bothered, and that was unusual for Cara. She loved being around people, it was fun. There were so many different things that people could do together for fun. Fun; that's what she lived for. She lived her life to the fullest, and that's why she was sent here. Ha, she didn't have 'problems' persay. She just wanted to taste everything that life had to offer. So.. why is she suicidal? Because her family was fucked up. Her father cheating on her mom, abandoning his only child for a prostitute that he believed he loved. Now, she barely saw her own mother because of all the jobs she worked. She fucking hated it. She couldn't stand it.

She bit her bottom lip softly and looked down at the floor as she walked. Before she began walking, she found out that this was where Cameron was, the girl that had tried to kill her. Why the hell would they sent that crazy bitch to a school like this? She needed to be locked in a room all by herself. Not here, so she can roam freely and fuck up peoples lives even more. Oh, how she wished she could just fuck up that pretty little face of hers, get some revenge for putting her in ICU for six months. She shook the thoughts from her head, she didn't need to get pissed off right now. She wanted to start off in a happy mood here, not ready to rip someone's face off.

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STATUS: DONEE!!
TAGGED: Cameron
WORDS: 452
OUTFIT: click!
LYRICS: Built for Sin - Framing Hanley
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[cameron elizabeth lynn]

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

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Cameron was walking around school. She had just found out that Carabella was here at Hawthorne. Yes, the Carabella that she pushed off the roof back at Huntercombe. Yes, her second British psych ward. The one that she went to for attempting suicide in her first one. Yes, she was first categorized as suicidal, but the second she pushed her over the edge of the roof they reevaluated her to have depressive conduct disorder, and as soon as she was eighteen if she didn’t change she would be considered anti-social.

And just as she turned the corner guess who she saw. She smirked. She girl was listening to her ipod pretty loudly and watching the ground. Cameron took out her switch blade and snapped it open. She leaned against the opposite wall and as Cara took a few steps towards her she let her knife slash through the headphone wires. She smirked. That would surely get the girls attention, along with cut out the music that was making her unaware of her surroundings.

”See I told you, I’m not a naïve little girl anymore. I know how to injure, and do it quite well” she said with a great smirk on her lips. She then pulled the plugs out of her ear and threw them on the floor a good few feet away. ”Real shame about your headphones. I’m sure they cost oh so much” she said with a small giggle.

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carabella TAGGED
With black ripped jeans OUTFIT
template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal techniqueCREDIT
mean pissed off cam! YES! NOTES

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Cara was getting bored being alone now. She took back the thought of liking having this time to herself. She could get bored pretty easily, she always had to have something to do. And she knew that she was going to have to get used to the fact that she wasn't always going to have someone at her side to keep her from being bored. She let out a sigh and played with a strand of her hair. If her mom wasn't such a fucking worrier, she wouldn't be in a place like this. She could have just kept living her life the way that she wanted to.

The song had changed now, it was an Escape The Fate song, and she didn't really like it. She scrunched up her nose and looked down at her iPod to change it. Right as she did, the music cut out. Her eyes widened and she picked up the wire, which was slashed. Anger clouded her mind for a moment, but she counted to ten. It calmed her down a little bit, to where she could think straight and she looked up, "What the FUCK!?" She yelled out the last sentence, her eyes narrowing onto the red haired girl infront of her. She wasn't going to let Cameron scare her. No, she just couldn't allow that.

That would take the fun out of it, now wouldn't it?

Cara looked at Cameron for a second, in shock that she'd slashed her headphones and just threw them to the side. Then, a small smirk made its way to her lips, matching the one that Cameron had and she stepped up a little bit, "Do you really think that slashing my headphones is going to make me scared of you, Cameron? Come on now, I thought you could do better than that for a welcome back gift."

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STATUS: DONEE!!
TAGGED: Cameron
WORDS: 360, I think.
OUTFIT: click!
LYRICS: Built for Sin - Framing Hanley
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[cameron elizabeth lynn]

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

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Cameron smirked as Cara looked up at her. Had she ever liked this girl? Never. Of course not. She hated the stupid self harm kids that did it for no fucking reason. ‘oh my parents hurt me blah blah blah’. Although some would say that she didn’t have a reason, but she did. Her brain was wired that way. She didn’t really know right from wrong, she just did what she felt at that moment.

Cameron let a smile grace her lips as Cara smirked herself. ”You should be fucking scared. I’m the one with the knife and you’re the stupid bitch with nothing. Didn’t learn from the last time did you?” she said letting out another small laugh. ”Don’t fucking piss me off” she said as she let the blade trace along her arm.

Was she going to hurt Cara? Of course. She wanted to kill the girl. She let the blade bite into Cara’s skin, drawing blood slowly out of her body. She had told the girl that she would torture her. Killing her softly would be for Cam’s amusement. ”Believe me next time and stay the fuck away” she said as she backed Cara against the wall. She slowly cut the bottom of her shirt shorter and shorter, revealing her stomach.

As she let the knife once again bite into her skin she let it dig deeper than it had on her arm. ”Want to tell me your not afraid of me? Want to tell me that I won’t fucking kill you?” she questioned with the smirked returning to her face.

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carabella TAGGED
With black ripped jeans OUTFIT
template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal techniqueCREDIT
mean pissed off cam! YES! NOTES

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Cara rolled her eyes and looked down at the knife that was in Cameron's hands. She didn't like where this was going already, but she wasn't going to let her know that. How ridiculous that would be, Cameron would never let her live it down. "Oh, come on Cam," She threw in the Cam just to piss her off even more. She knew that she was being risky and that something bad was probably going to happen, but at the moment, she really didn't care.

The pain of the cut on her arm surged through her arm, and to her brain. She barely winced at it, though, having trying very hard not to show the pain. She couldn't help but show a little bit; she was only human after all. She wasn't some super human, invincible to pain or death. Yeah, she wished sometimes, but she knew that she wasn't. The pain that she felt for the six months in the hospital was enough to tell her that.

Having been backed up against the wall, her eyes narrowed onto the girl that had her there, "You came to me, fuckface," She spat out, looking down as she cut her shirt. Her favorite shirt. Fuck. Now what was she going to do? She loved wearing this shirt, she wore it any chance that she got. When she let the knife pierce her skin, going deeper than the cut on her arm (which was still bleeding pretty badly), She bit her bottom lip hard and looked to the ceiling. She shut her eyes tight and counted down from ten. This was intense for her, and she didn't know what to do. She let out a breath, letting the pain of the stab course through her body for a moment, before looking back at Cameron with a glare, "I'm not fucking scared of you, and you won't kill me," She said in a strained voice, although she didn't even believe her own words at the moment.

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STATUS: DONEE!!
TAGGED: Cameron
WORDS: 354
OUTFIT: click!
LYRICS: Built for Sin - Framing Hanley
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[cameron elizabeth lynn]

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

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Cameron was studying her face as she let the knife cut her. When she called her Cam that just fueled it even more. Making a depressive conduct disorder kid more pissed wasn’t the good idea. It was probably the worse thing you could do. Of course when she had cut into her arm she watched as pain showed on her face.

She let her smirk grow since she loved causing people pain. This, this was her high. Blood, pain, annoying girls in pain just made it better. She smiled when she said that she had come to her. No to be honest she was making her way around the school. Checking out her locker, her classrooms, all of the sorts.

Cameron smirked even more as she watched Cara looked up towards the ceiling biting her lip and clenching her eyes tight. She knew what it was like to be cut, and it didn’t phase her, but she was abnormal, Cara was ‘normal’. Cara didn’t’ have the same things she did.

As she let the knife go a bit deeper at the end she smirked. When she pulled the knife away she was tempted to taste the blood off the knife but she wasn’t going to do that now. ”Even your voice is failing you. Your lying through your teeth.” she said smirked. She cut against her other arm, the opposite of the one she had at first and let the cut run deep.

Causing pain was amazing in her book. Whether on herself or someone else. Either way, it was amazing. The adrenaline coursing through her veins from this was also amazing, although it happened when she cut herself. Although she was getting more satisfaction out of harming the girl that she absolutely hated.

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

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[hawthorne staff]

PRETTY BANNER

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The day so far had really gone quite smoothly for the guy who had to sit in the office and watch the CCTV. Really, not as much as you would of thought went on in this place. Most the of the kids were relatively calm most of the time, or enough so that Zack didn't have to call for the nurses to help. So really, he spent most of his time just reading - which at the moment happened to be Catch-22. Until, well - "Oh, fuck, shit, fucking shit!" Over on Screen 20, which watched over part of one of the hallways, some kid had gotten out a knife. And okay, fuck, had only so far managed to scare the other girl, but fuck, not at all good.

Grabbing his radio from where it lay on the desk, next to his now dropped book, He pressed down the button for Channel 5 - the Nursing Station, of course, who would then be the ones to take over. "Um, red code emergency in the hall ways, patient brandishing a knife, has already used once, looks like may repeat the usage. Incident occurring in Hallway A:32F." The radio buzzed back at him, signaling the Nursing Station, or whoever was on duty there had gotten the message.

Well, fuck, good. Now that shit was out of Zack's hands. Still, he sat back in his chair and watched the drama from Screen 20.

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Peter swore to himself as he received the message from the Recording Office about the fucking knife attack. Seriously, he left his last job to get away from shit like this. This place was meant to be for troubled teens, not knife attacks. Still, at least his experience meant he knew how to deal with shit like that. First he radioed Manu, Nicky, Mary, Ryan and Corey. They were the HCA's on duty today in that part of the school, and when there was a knife involved, you couldn't really send too many people down, what with this place being so fucking big, and so backup being hard to acquire, people running all over the place.
"Hey, guys, incident in your area, Hallway A:32F. You might need to use restraint, there's a kid there with a knife. If she hasn't harmed anyone yet, try to talk her down. But fuck it, don't wait around if it looks dangerous. We don't want another incident like last year's" Fuck, last year they had gotten some kid who had been a knife throwing expert. And had landed up to 7 HCA's and 3 nurses in hospital before they transferred him to a psychiatric unit further south. That had not been fucking fun at all, and as Peter had been one of the nurses who got landed in hospital, he did not want that repeating.

But anyway, back to what his job was. Turning around, he opened the cupboards which contained the sedatives and syringes. No, he wasn't going to fill the syringe there, what the fuck, did you think he was stupid? But he also didn't what type of fucking episode the girl with a knife was having. If it was even an episode, and not just plain anger, cause you used two very different meds for those. Still, to be on the safe side, he put both Lorazepam, Midazolam and Diazepam in the small first aid box which they used here for cases like this, then a few syringes, just in case she was struggling so much they got broken, or messed around. You could never be too safe, really. Especially in this place. You got the completely harmless kids, and then the sociopath. And the problem was, over the grainy cameras, there was no way of telling who was who, really. And also, you couldn't expect Zack to learn the faces and issues of every kid in here. No, that was impossible.

Pete legged it out of the Nursing Station, which was situation on the upper floor, next to isolation. God, if this was anything like what Zack had made it sound like over the radio, there'd be a new inmate for that place in a few minutes.

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Ryan groaned as he received the radio call, but he dutifully got up and ran toward the part of the hallways that Peter had specified. Really, in his opinion, most of the time things looked a lot worse than they seemed. Peter was just sorta sketchy about it all cause of what happened last year, especially when knives were involved. He ran into Nicky on his way over, who had also been down his end of the building. Corey and Mary were on the other side of the building, and Manu had been nearest to the incident. Well, which was always good. Manu was one of those people who you always would of expect to go into something like this, being a whopping 6'5", and being practically made of muscle. He was always a good man to have on your side, Ryan mused, although in reality, Manu was no better at the technical side of restraining someone than Ryan himself, and strength counted for less than you would think. But yeah, Manu would of been first on the scene, Ryan thought as he ran over. Hopefully it was all going well.

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When Manu got the call, he was only a few hundred meters away from the incident. Still, by the time they usually called the HCA's, quite a few minutes had usually passed, what with the whole message passing debacle.

Running into that part of the hallway, he swore under his breath when he saw who it was. Really, if this place had been state run, he was pretty sure those two wouldn't of been legally allowed to be placed together. As it was, both these girls were here funded by money from their parents, and thus although Hawthorne had warned the girls, they couldn't do anything about it. But really? A sociopath and the girl who that sociopath has tried to kill before. Really, he should get paid more for his job.

"Cameron, Cameron, I'd like you to put the knife down. This can be really, really easy if you just do what I say." His voice was soft and soothing as he slowly walked toward the red haired girl, Cameron, not having yet noticed the fact that there was both blood on the knife, and that the other girl had been cut. But then, just as Corey rounded the corner (fucking amazing timing, Manu would have to thank him later for that), he noticed it. Aw shit. Still, he didn't want the girl thinking he had, and he continued to approach her, telling her to put the knife down in a soothing voice. Behind his back, he held up three fingers to Corey, signifying that this needed restraint. One finger was simply talk the kid out of it, two was possible restraint, and three was certain restraint. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the other HCA's approaching, as both him and Corey approached the red haired girl. He fucking hoped that Corey had told them about the restraint, sociopaths were fucking different to control.

"Now, now, you going to put the knife down for me?" Manu was still out of Cameron's arm's length, but she was well within his. His arm shot out, his hand grabbing her wrist of the hand which held the knife, and twisted it up behind her back, before knocking the knife out of her hand. Corey had already gone and taken her other arm, and pulled it up behind her as well. "Fucking get her legs," he growled, the girl's heels kicking into his shins multiple times, and trying, somehow, to aim for his groin. Ryan and Nicky rushed forward, Mary taking the other girl off to one side and looking at her wounds. Between Manu, Corey (who were both well over 6'), Ryan and Nicky, they had the girl in a pretty good hold, but she was a fucking struggler, trying everything to get away. Her legs were doing the most damage, as it was harder to keep someone's let immobile compared to their arms if that someone was standing up, as Cameron was. Actually, on that. "Um, guys, we should get her on the floor." That was Ryan, who for some reason always seemed to be able to think completely normally when having some girl trying to kick him in the balls and nearly succeeding. Maybe it was something to do with his monotone voice.

But yeah, he was right, and Manu and the rest or them maneuvered Cameron to the floor, so that she lay on the belly, hands still behind her back, just as Peter came running down the hall. Fuck, it was so much easier to stop her legs kicking you in the shins like this, he thought.

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Peter came running down the hall, only to see one bleeding girl off to the side being tended to by Mary, and Ryan, Manu, Nicky and Corey all pinning the other girl to the floor. "Lorazepam, Midazolam or Diazepam?" he asked them, fingers working to assemble the syringe and throw the general first aid stuff over the Mary, who was dealing with the bleeding girl. "Midazolam, for fucking certain, she's psychotic as fuck. Nicky could never seem to stop herself swearing when she had to restrain people, but as she was such a good HCA, no one seemed to complain. Peter nodded, filling up the syringe and walked over to where the red head was struggling. Oh, well that made a lot more sense. This kid was the sociopath - things began slotting into place as he knelt down to sedate her. "Hold her still, okay? Should take at the most five minutes." He looked up at the girl, Cameron as he now knew. "You know, if you stop this now we won't have to sedate you..." He waited for a few seconds, and receiving no affirmative answer, stabbed the syringe into the fleshy part of her leg. Really, those ripped jeans were a neat invention. Instead of having to pull her pants off, or blunt the needle by going through fabric, there was already a hole there. How handy.

"Okay, soon as she goes limp, take her up to isolation, okay?" He threw Ryan the keys. This girl was one of the few who he didn't pity, as she fucking tried to do this shit, and started it herself, unlike most kids here. Well, not counting the anger management ones, that is. "I'm gonna talk to that girl," he jerked his head over to where the bleeding girl and Mary were, "And find out what happened for the forms, okay?" He rest of the crew nodded, and Peter turned around and walked over to Mary and the bleeding girl. Who, well, he now saw was Carabella Gilliam. The girl Cameron pushed off the roof. Well, that explained everything.

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Mary had been sitting with Carabella ever since she had been rushed over there, checking that the girl was emotionally and physically fine. She had ben cut on both arms, and the second Peter had arrived with the first aid, Mary had begun patching those up, and while she was a bit shaken up, there had been no full scale panic attack, so Mary counted that as a win. Really, Cara was pretty solid, but then, compared to what had happened in her past, as Mary knew from her files, she guessed this was nothing. Or, well, not enough to have a major panic attack over.

As Mary saw Peter approaching, she moved to one side of Carabella, so that Peter could approach her easily, but Mary was still able to comfort her and check on her.

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"Hello." The way all nurses were trained to speak in situations like this was all soothing and soft, but maybe a little bit patronising. But then, it was their job to continue talking in that voice until they were sure their charge was safe. "You okay? You think you can go down to the infirmary with Mary and get those stitched up, and then wait for me, and help me fill out some paperwork?" His eyes flicked to Mary, who nodded slightly, just saying that she was fine with that plan. Well. The worst was over, really, now. Just the fucking paperwork.

Peter glanced over his shoulder, and say that the other HCA's were just about to lift Cameron up to take her up to isolation. God, even that was choreographed. They was taught ways to fucking carry people. It was ridiculous. Wasn't that just common sense?

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TAG: carabella&&cameron.
WORDS:

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MUSE:[/color] last resort, papa roach.
NOTES:[/color] okay, sorry it's so long... but it sorta had to be? oh, and HCA's are Health Care Assistants.
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This was fucked up. She knew that Cameron was crazy, but she didn't think that she'd have the balls to do something like this. Ofcourse, she was pretty calm for someone getting stabbed and cut by a sociopath. Well, she did learn quite a few new things from that other ward she'd gone to. She wondered who taught her all that shit, though. Obviously someone that had the same disorder that she did. Or worse. She didn't know, but all she knew that when this was over, she knew that something had only began between the two.. If this did get to be over.

When Cameron pulled the knife away, she bit her bottom lip to keep from letting a sound come from her lips. She knew that it would only make Cameron happier to know that she was hurting her as bad as she thought that she was. Cara narrowed her eyes at the girl infront of her, and she had so badly wanted to just punch that pretty face ofhers, but she knew better than to piss off a sociopath with a knife even more than she'd done earlier. So, she let out a breath and let some of the anger flow from her, and it also made her less tense and some of the pain flew from her as well. She knew how to calm herself down when she needed to. Sometimes, however, she would just let herself get pissed off and fight someone. But not Cameron, not now. She'd already gotten two cuts on her, she didn't want to know what she could do next.

Actually, scratch that. Now she had three cuts; this third one deeper than the last and she let a hiss escape her lips. She clenched her eyes tight together, her body tensing at the deep cut. She couldn't believe how much this girl was enjoying the pain that she was causing. Actually, she could, seeing as she was a sociopath, and she wanted Cara dead. After a few moments of the pain, she let herself open her eyes and stare at Cameron with a death glare. This wasn't going to be the end, not by far. Next time, if they saw each other again, she probably wouldn't have that pretty little knife of hers, and she'd be ready.

Yeah, she didn't know how to leave this girl alone, no matter how crazy and fucked up the girl might be.

It all happened in an instant. HCA's were coming from the hallways, and she looked at them. It didn't take long for them to pull her off of Cara. One of the nurses had come over and began to tend to her wounds, but she didn't pay any attention to the woman. She was watching the others take down Cameron and sedate her. It made her want to smile, but she didn't. Because she knew that this wasn't over, she knew that once Cameron got out of isolation, there was more to come. Obviously, Cameron wasn't the type to give up.

She shook her head of the thoughts and looked at the woman who was patching up her cuts. She gave her a small smile and whispered a, "Thanks," to her before a man walked up to her. He was talking in a soothing and soft tone, but it was also a but patronising. Why? She didn't know, but she didn't care. It wasn't like she was going to start screaming and crying or anything. No, not at all. She wasn't that much of a fucking sissy. She put on a ghost of a smile to the man for a moment, listening to what he had to say.

Paperwork.. Great, she was going to have to tell the story? She wouldn't even know where to begin. But, needless to say, she nodded her head at Peter in response to both of his questions and looked at Mary. She didn't even know where the infirmary was, but she knew this Mary chick would be staying at her side, so she would obviously show her.

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STATUS: DONEE!!
TAGGED: Cameron&& hawthorne staff
WORDS: 707
OUTFIT: click!
LYRICS: Built for Sin - Framing Hanley
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ 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 laugh as Cara let out a hiss from the third cut. She was about to make it go farther when she heard someone near her. They wanted her to put the knife down. That was a joke. It was one of the HCA’s wanting her to stop hurting people so they could go back to being lazy. Did she care? Of course not. She was going to do what she wanted. She hadn’t been taking her daily sedatives to keep herself calm. She didn’t want to be regulated by medicine all of her life. She wanted to live how she wanted to.

Her eyes were fixed on Manu, watching his every move. As he moved closer she moved the knife closer to Cara’s body. As she felt a person on her left arm she turned and looked at them while Manu grabbed her right arm and bent it back. As she heard her knife hit the floor she let out a cuss. She didn’t even listen to Manu when he asked if she was going to put down the knife, why should she.

In her mind, even if she had only been here for a few days, the HCA’s were pointless. But that was mostly because of the fact that she didn’t want them interfering like they were now. As both of her arms were pinned behind her back she tried pulling them down, but of course with a person holding onto one arm each, it was easier for them to keep them in their grasps.

As she struggled against the two guys held onto her arms she began kicking towards their groins. Obviously it was of no use since of course since they had her restrained pretty well. As she felt her arms being pulled down and two other trying to keep her legs still, she had fallen to her knees as to not pop out her shoulders. That would be a painful disadvantage. She heard them briefly talking about trying to get her pinned to the floor and she tried struggling more from her knees.

She didn’t want to go down, she wanted to kill Cara and this was her second chance. People always had to get in the way. They could never let Cameron to finish her problems off. Finally when they got her pinned to the floor, she was facing the side and her legs were pinned down by the other two that had come to help Manu and Corey.

She heard someone ask which sedative to use. Fuck no. She wasn’t going to be fully sedated again. Of course it had been a regular occurrence at Bluebird because of the fact that Aleksei and herself had caused quite a few people to kick off. All of the sedatives were common to her, but Lorazepam was the one that her doctor or whatever you wanted to call him had prescribed to her to keep her calm on a daily basis. Of course she had stopped taking it just after she left Bluebird. At least there they forced her to use it.

Diazepam was another one of her doctors choices before they found out she was building an immunity to it. Just what they needed. A sociopath with a partial immunity to a sedative. Not what they really wanted to deal with. She couldn’t blame them for changing it, they wanted to keep her sane and out of trouble, although it barely worked.

Midazolam which was their choice because a second after Peter asked the chick that was restraining her decided that it was to be the sedative of choice. Which was true. It was what they used sporadically on her at Bluebird when she did something harmful to someone else, or extremely bad to herself. They used it sporadically so that when she was given it, it wouldn’t take that long to kick in.

As soon as she felt the sting of the needle entering her leg she let out another curse. It only she had wore intact jeans instead of ripped ones she could have maybe missed getting the needle into her skin, but no, of course she had to wear ripped jeans.

She tried struggling with them after the needle had been removed from the skin and the sedative coursing through her body. They had taken Cara out of her view, probably to receive medical attention for her multiple wounds. She would probably need stitches for a few of them and she smirked. At least she would get a nice scar from it.

Her mind began to get fuzzy. Of course the sedative would fucking work. It would work quickly too. She knew that it wouldn’t even take that long for her to be fully out, and the more she struggled the faster she would be out. It was common knowledge. The more you moved, the more your heart pumped, the more blood was circulated around your body, the faster something made it through your blood stream. She struggled a little more before she was having a hard time keeping her eyes open. She felt her limbs feel heavier to the point that she couldn’t really struggle. She wasn’t sure how long she would be locked in isolation, but she didn’t want to be there at all.

As soon as her eyes got too heavy for her to hold open she felt herself being carried out of the school area. She then fell into darkness, until the sedative wore off anyways.

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the way she felt after the sedative was administered was the way i acted when i got one of my tests done and i got Midazolam as my sedative. NOTES

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