a modern myth [ open ]

[harlow rochelle smith]

Lifting her head from where it was leaning against the glass window of the bus, a pair of icy blues flickered up towards the masses exiting in haste. She had studied some of them along the way, trying to guess what each of them were in for, but some of them seemed to have created conditions of their own. Take the one that had a Sharpie stuck up their nose, for example. She was sure by personal experience that there were many, many better ways of getting high.

The faintest of bemused, lopsided grins on her otherwise neutral face, Harlow finally got off of the transport and took in a deep breath of fresh air. It wasn't long before a cancer stick rested between her fingers as she stood outside one of the small shops. She didn't smoke often, mostly when she was stressed, and there was only one other solution for that: candy. So she crossed towards the nearest pharmacy, blatantly ignored the fact that the surveillance camera seemed to move in her direction, and headed into the candy aisle. She needed to stock up if she was going to remain relatively sane.

"Miss, you can't smoke in here."

And there it was, another authority figure telling her what she could or couldn't do. Turning her head slowly, Harlow fixed him with a firm stare as she took a few steps towards him. He tensed up immediately, backing up against the counter with wide eyes. She simply held up her hand and put out the cigarette with her palm, before flicking it with an expert wrist into the trash bin behind him with a small thud.

She knew that he had seen her get off the loony bus. She also knew that silence was often most effective with these assuming pricks, so she turned on her heel and headed back into the candy aisle, convinced that she would be getting her sugar fixes free of charge after her display. Mmm, not a bad day after all.

[aimee]

Now Belle had finally ate the last bit of her chocolate stash. So she took a trip into town, which was something she tried not to do. She didn't like having the feeling of being lost, or the feeling of being watched. And both those things would probably happen to her.

But she really needed chocolate, badly. Yes Kai always had chocolate, but she didn't need her roomie's chocolate when she could get over her stupidity and go to the store. So here she was getting off the bus and freaking out while she did this. What if she couldn't find the store? What if she couldn't find her way back? What if she lost track of time?

She knew that everyone in this town, knew that everyone on this bus was some how insane. So she was prepared for people watching her, even though her insanity wasn't the same as everyone else's. If you looked at her, you'd never think Belle would be here. She was cheerleader pretty and if you talked to her she was way sweet.

She didn't want to talk to anyone on this bus, it was no one she knew and she didn't want to talk to them. So she hurried past everyone and twirled her naturally blonde hair. Hell why she was there she might of grab the red dye, she was still contemplating coloring her hair. So far she was going to do it. It would be a nice change for once.

She was already in the store when Harlow came in, she looked down, trying to stay more to the background. It was bad enough that she was getting stares, and she didn't like them. Her eyes widened when the girl did the thing with the cigarette and then started coming to the candy isle.

It was to late for Belle to move so instead she looked up and gave a soft smile. "Hey."

outfit: here

[harlow rochelle smith]

Harlow remained perfectly stoic as she moved back to her previous spot, once more debating between a Snickers bar or a pack of M&Ms. Hmm, tough choice. Then she felt a pair of eyes on her; it was like a sixth sense by now. Turning her head slightly, a few stray brown tresses fell into her face as she turned to hear the tail-end of Belle's brief greeting. Letting her lips curve ever so slightly at the corners into a loose smile, she nodded in acknowledgment.

"Hey yourself."

It was simple, but effective. By her body language alone, the other girl looked rather spooked anyway and it wasn't Harlow's goal in life to make others uncomfortable. At least not today. She simply didn't like being told what to do and the clerk had turned her mood sour, not that it showed. She rarely let things show.

Her hand didn't really hurt, though her palm did sting a little bit and she curled it tightly into a fist, before releasing it once more. The movement was so slight that it was almost imperceivable. Tilting her head slightly, Harlow looked to the girl again. She was attractive and gave off a bubbly, innocent vibe, but the brunette knew better. Everyone was really just suppressing their urges, or simply not.

"I saw you on the bus," she recalled in her smooth, neutral voice, once Belle's appearance clicked in her mind. Strangely enough, it was the blonde's high heels that had served as a mental cue. Harlow had been one of the last students to get off the bus and she had seen them clicking down the aisle.

After a small pause, the druggie nodded towards the candies on display. "Want one?" she offered, though she didn't elaborate on how she expected to get them.

[aimee]

I'm so addicted to
All the things you do

credit to disturbia! of caution 2.0

Belle hadn't really payed much attention to anyone on the bus. She was busy getting over her irrational fears, which she finally did. She wasn't as scared, especially since she found her way to the store. She'd just hurry over and hang out at the bus stop until the bus came back. Then she'd be happily safe from never making it back again.

"Yeah I saw you too," she said with a shrug. "I'm Belle by the way." She sighed, running her hand through her hair as she couldn't think of what to buy. So she decided on some of EVERYTHING.

She looked at the girl and shook her head, "No i'm buying a bunch so yeah." She grabbed a bunch of everything, she had to make sure there was no need for her to come back to this town for a little while. She rather stay in the school, it was less dramatic in there. And that was saying something. Because her life was pretty damn dramatic.

when you're going down on me
in between the sheets

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tags;harlow
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notes;sorry it's so short and suckish it'll get better XD my muse is just slowly running on low
music;addicted;saving abel

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[harlow rochelle smith]

Somehow, Harlow didn't find Belle's words all that convincing. Maybe it was the sigh, or the way she combed her fingers through her hair. It didn't really matter. There were more than enough reasons to be distressed if you came from Hawthorne Academy. "I'm Harlow," she replied with a curt nod, before the other girl started to grab everything.

"Well," she commented, reaching up towards the candy bars to do the same, "That's one way to make a decision. Or not." A small, playful smirk tugged on her lips as she did so. At least she wasn't the only one with sugar cravings.

As soon as she had her hands full, Harlow walked over to the counter and dumped them all on the surface. The man was still staring at her as if she had two heads, causing her to tap her foot impatiently. Getting the hint, he started to pile everything into a bag, before pushing it towards her. He seriously looked like someone who was getting mugged.

It was downright pathetic, to be frank.

"How much is it?" she asked, deciding to play nice because she was around company. The cashier didn't expect her to ask (in fact, he might even have thought she was mute too), so he blinked a few times to make sure, before blurting out a number. "Try again." She didn't like it, wrinkling her nose, so he cut some corners and lowered the amount... considerably. "That's more like it."

[aimee]

Belle gave a shrug she never cared what other people thought, or on a normal basis anyway. Like now she wasn't really sure if she cared. She didn't want everyone in this town to think she was crazy. She was far from crazy, semi-crazy maybe, but not even. She liked sex, then again she also hated sex. So yeah that could be considered crazy but she only hated it because it caused her way too much drama and she liked it because well it was sex.

So she watched Harlow go buy her candy and figured she must be one of those crazy people. But she tilted her head intrigued by the way she got the guy to quickly lower the price. She smiled to herself before shaking her head. She never condoned bad behavior, though sometimes she wished she was strong enough to do something bad. But she wasn't so she grabbed her candy and went to the cash register.

He looked at her scared and tried to lower the price she shook her head and handed him the right amount. And smiled before looking at Harlow and tilting her head again, too curious to walk out of the place.

[harlow rochelle smith]

Harlow wasn't the type to care about many things either. In fact, she might as well be the poster child for indifference. The academy had pegged her as a druggie, but along with her high alcohol tolerance and her debatable suicide attempt, the brunette wasn't an easy one to label. She had a sharp tongue, a clever wit, and she wasn't above manipulating others to get her way... especially if they made her waste a perfectly good cigarette.

If she really wanted to, she could pretend to be in for something else. But she had known a few good compulsive liars in her time, and the bad thing about it was that they started to lose sense of who they really were, after playing so many different roles. Harlow was who she was. Love her or hate her, but she was blunt. And right now, she didn't want to pay a ridiculous amount of money for candy, just because this prick knew that kids with drug withdrawals would pay anything for it.

Belle wasn't like her and that became pretty clear when she didn't take advantage of the situation. Now, Harlow wasn't out to change the world and make everyone a rebel. So she respected the girl's decision to be a model citizen. To each their own, right? Meeting the other girl's head tilt, Harlow's lips twitched into a bit of a smirk, though it was so light that it was really only visible though her crystal blue eyes. "Anything else?"

[aimee]

Belle was also an easily amused girl, so when Harlow matched her head tilt she gave a soft smile. It was amusing and she hoped on the counter and looked down at a guy. "You don't have to be scared. I won't hurt you," she said with a bright smile but still he seemed scared so she shook her head. "Her on the other hand I wouldn't know."

She looked quickly at Harlow and then away, semi-scared she'd hurt her too. Not sure why but Belle never trusted many people, not even her own family. So she looked up again, deciding she shouldn't judge. Hell she had no right. "Nope that was all I came here for."

She looked up at the roof, slightly intrigued by the floresent lights, she always liked floresent lights. So again she looked down at Harlow. "I'm thinking we should go? Just in case...the bus comes back. I do not want to get stuck here any longer."

[harlow rochelle smith]

From afar, they probably looked like a couple of girls out for trouble, at least as far as head tilts were concerned. It almost felt like looking into a mirror, mimicking each other's actions for a moment like mimes. But then Belle hopped right on to the countertop, causing a brow to raise on Harlow's forehead in both surprise and amusement. It stayed up there at the next string of words leaving her mouth, though her lips seemed to curl into a more devious look.

Says the girl looming over them all like a giant, she mused in her thoughts, though it was nice to be respected, and behind every respect was always a little bit of fear.

"Same," the brunette agreed, though she had been eying a box of smokes sitting behind a glass panel. She still had a few back at her dorm, as well as scattered around campus, so it wasn't like she needed it right now. Stupid git would make a fuss anyhow.

Harlow was snapped out of her small reverie when Belle mentioned leaving. "Yeah, you're right. Wouldn't want to be late on our trip back to hell," she shrugged, grabbing her own bag of goodies before extending her hand out to help Belle down, not really bothered if she was going to take it or not. But at least it was a gesture of trying to be friendly, or just trustworthy. The lines between the two were blurred.