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[kristakalon2]

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YOU TASTE LIKE HEAVEN
BUT GOD KNOWS YOU WERE BUILT FOR SIN

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It had been a day or two since the incident. She couldn't stop thinking about it. How much.. fun Cameron was having cutting into her. She was glad that she was stuck in isolation for a little while, it gave her a chance to explore the school without actually running into her. She ran a hand over where she cut into one of her arms. It had been stitched up, but she refused to let anyone see it, so she kept her leather jacket on at all times, no matter where she went. It was going to scar, which pissed her off, because she didn't want two huge scars on her arms, and one on her stomach. Humans are naturally curious, and they would ask questions when they saw it. She fucking hated Cameron for doing this to her. It wasn't the first time she had harmed the girl, but seriously? It was getting old.

Walking around outside, it was quiet. She began to reach for her iPod, but suddenly stopped and she got pissed off quickly. That bitch slashed her headphones, so she couldn't listen to her music. She really wanted to punch her in her pretty little face, but she couldn't because she was in isolation. She let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through her long blonde hair, before continuing her walk. She was going to be real bored without her iPod to listen to. She couldn't stand to be bored, it pissed her off. She had to have something to do.

Cara made her way to the sports field and stood at the entrance for a moment, her blue eyes looking it over. There were some idiotic kids playing soccer and she rose her eyebrows at that. She didn't think that people would be out, playing a sport, when it was this cold. But obviously, these kids were idiots. She walked across the track and up to the top bleacher. She sat down and looked around for a moment, before sighing and pulled her knees up to her chest. Bad idea. She winced a little bit, it pulling on the stitches on her stomach, and slowly let her legs back down. Fucking fuck, she needed something to do.

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STATUS: DONEE!!
TAGGED: open
WORDS: 381
OUTFIT: click!
LYRICS: Built for Sin - Framing Hanley
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[amanda]

Amanda had actually, finally, decided to get out. She realized that not all things were bad, not all of the times she left her room something bad would happen. Three out of the five times she did something for the fun of it, good things happened. She met new, not so bad people. Okay yeah at the pool she had a bad encounter, and the one in the garden was pretty bad. But the other's were pretty good. Plus she could use the fresh air.

So, she grabbed her guitar and headed out, deciding to go somewhere she hadn't been before. She walked quietly, her Ipod on shuffle and turned all the way up where she couldn't hear anything around her. Nothing at all. All she could hear was the beat of the drums pusling into her brain and it was amazing. This was like getting high in and of itself, and it was her high. The only drug she has ever done. Music. She wanted to close her eyes and let her body sway, but she was surrounded by too many people. So instead she just walked until she saw the field.

Oh, she hadn't been there, and no one seemed to being hanging out really. Some guys playing soccer, but she was sure they wouldn't bother her. She hurried to the field until her ipod slipped out of her jacket pocket and onto the floor. "fuck," she murmured. Grabbing it she shoved it in her pocket and continued on her way into the field. Well she was heading to the bleechers when she saw a girl up in the dop. Her reason to be out was to socialize. So she turned towards the girl and headed up the bleachers and sat down a little ways away from her and gave a half-wave thing. "Um Hey." She wasn't used to starting up conversations, it wasn't her. She was used to just blinding in to the background. It was the way she was. But here she was seeking to be noticed. It was a strange situation. One she hoped to never have to do again.