The one tossed back into Hawthorne Academy (Open)

[lynley]

She sat and waited.

For Lynley sitting and waiting meant torture. It was like water boarding and part of her deemed that it should be illegal. Just like the morons who said that pharm parties were wrong. Had they even been at a phram party before. That would be a negative.

She sighed and slouched farther in her seat before her father elbowed her. The response to his elbow was to slouch lower. “Bloody hell Nathalie do sit up.”

“I think not,” Lynley returned as she looked at her father before rolling her eyes. You could take the badge away from her father, but never would he stop being a cop. Never.

Earlier, when this whole trouble had started, Tommy Lynley had tried to have his daughter psychoanalyzed. The shrink had told him that 'Miss Lynley is suffering from a case of sibling rivalry.' Her father had argued that most cases of sibling rivalry didn't take the one feeling abandoned to take up using heroin. They wrote dark poetry, which Lynley did, or rebelled by partying all night long. Ummm hello! That's where the heroin came from da! Lynley had nearly screamed at him Instead, she left him shaking his head and working with a rehab that some of the other coppers used for their informants.

Then they had come to America. A giant place of people who seemed to be so lost they probably couldn't find a toilet even if they were in a bathroom. The checking of her belongings had been terrible her first go at Hawthorne and slipping the Oxy in after an outing in the small, arm pit of a town, had been easy. Her old room mate deciding to blab it had been the only reason why she had been caught.

Her repeating the same stunt at her new 'treatment center' had been a poor idea. It had earned her a quick trip out, and Lynley hadn't even finished packing yet, and back to this god forsaken place. Now who knew what they had in store for her. Body searches? Those body scanners? Maybe they'd just search her luggage. Then what would they find?

Probably everything that would make her father leave angry.

[harlow rochelle smith]

Doodling on the corner of her composition book and humming a gentle tune, it took Harlow a minute or two to realize that someone was waving a hand in front of her face and forcefully snapping their fingers together. Blinking was her only reaction, not showing any signs of being apologetic or curious as to why one of the office staff was invading her personal space. Hell, she knew some of her peers who had killed for a lot less, so it was a pretty stupid thing to do.

Perching a brow on her forehead questioningly, her icy blues followed the finger that curled in a 'come hither' motion, before rolling her eyes and following the authority figure.

"You have a phone call" was the only explanation and Harlow didn't seem too interested in an elaboration. For as much as she missed London, she liked her peace of mind more. And as ridiculous as it sounded, she often felt more grounded here, not to mention challenged. She actually had to work to get her fix.

"Sit," came the next command and Harlow half-expected to be asked to bark or roll over, but the woman left her line of vision.

Not outwardly showing her contempt, the brunette's lithe form moved towards the seat. She didn't want to give anyone the satisfaction of knowing that they had gotten to her; that was the method of her madness. Her bright blue eyes briefly acknowledged another female, thoughtfully putting some space between them. It was just an unspoken rule that if there was more than one seat, you left one in between so as to not crowd the other person.

It seemed like they were going to be there for a while, though by the brief glance Harlow didn't recognize the other girl. She could be new, or simply not into the party scene, because otherwise it was almost certain that they would have ran into each other by now.

[lynley]

“Mr Lynley, a word.”

Both Lynleys looked up, a force of habit for them both, and then Lynley watched her father stand. “Stay here,” was all he ordered her.

A mock salute was snapped off and Lynley slunk even lower in the chair until it appeared she was about to slip out of the chair. Her father glanced back at her but Lynley wasn't paying any attention. Her mind was else where, like at the girl sitting a few chairs down.

“You wouldn't happen to have a smoke would you?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. “And a lighter? Please God tell me you have those things. You'd save my damn life if you do.”

Would she dare to light up here if the other girl had them? Oh hell yes, she wasn't able to get to the Oxy pills stashed in her laptop's dvd drive and smoking at that moment would be the best thing for her to do. She needed something to save her from finding a pair of scissors and slitting her wrists for being back in what could only be classified as the tenth level of hell.

Lowering her voice, Lynley smiled. “I can pay you for it in something better than cash after I'm outta the office.” She added, hoping to sweeten the pot if the girl had some cigarettes.

OOC: Not my best, I had a rough day at school and I'm tired!

[harlow rochelle smith]

It wasn't until the older man was cordially addressed that Harlow really even noticed him sitting there. She supposed that it had something to do with ignoring the nurses and practically acting like they didn't exist. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. So that was, at times, also applied to other adults. Heh, the powers of generalization.

When the other girl spoke, the senior immediately picked up on the slight British accent; as if the last name hadn't been enough of a tug on her sleeve. Her expression, however, remained neutral as she took in the requests. Not just one, but two. By nature, most people were a little selfish. They didn't just do something for nothing and normally she was no exception to the rule.

But the added smile and the promise of something greater caused a small quirk in Harlow's lips, not saying as word as she reached into her hoodie and pulled out two cancer sticks. Reaching up to put one in her mouth and holding it in place with her teeth, the brunette extended the other one to the new stranger and used her now free hand to pull out a Zippo lighter, one of her favorite keepsakes.

I mean, certainly she wasn't going to let the girl smoke alone, right? That'd be a bit rude.

"Course. There's 'nough to go 'round," she responded with a slightly muffled voice by the cig, before raising a brow on her head. As she flicked on the lighter and held up the flame, she added, "I'm Harlow. Now tell me more about this... proposition."

[lynley]

Lynley took the cigarette slid it between her lips and allowed Harlow to light it before inhaling deeply. She sighed after a moment with a look of bliss on her face as she exhaled some smoke.

"Lynley," She announced before inhaling again. "Thanks for the smoke."

"It's tit for tat," She told Harlow with a wink. Glancing at her father, who was deep in converstation with the lady behind the counter, Lynley continued. "For the smoke I'll give you half a Xan and a blue." She told Harlow.

She smiled and flicked her ash of her cigarette onto the floor, not even caring that there was probably an ash tray nearby. No need to ask for one of those stupid things when the floor was perfectly acceptable. "Of course if those babies aren't good enough, I'm sure I've got a few friends that might be able to get something else for you by this weekend."

The weekend. Did she even have enough to last her till then. Would they even allow her to be out on the town while she was here. Certianly in America they wouldn't step on her rights? After all they were all about rights here in 'the land of the free'. Still, Lynley would find her own way out if they decided to keep her in.

"So what do you say?"

[harlow rochelle smith]

It had been a while since Harlow had seen someone enjoy a cigarette so openly. Then again, if the girl was new, chances were that she was stripped of such pleasantries or simply didn't get a chance in between packing to grab a box of smokes. When she got a name, the brunette nodded in acknowledgment, pursing her lips together to blow out a few smoke rings distractedly. It was something she had been eager to learn a long time ago, after seeing a few of her favorite big screen actors doing so. But that wasn't why she smoked.

She hadn't forgotten that they were out in the open; she simply didn't care. However, the words coming out of the other girl's mouth seemed to intrigue her more and more. That took skill. Then again, a lot of people were promising when they came in, but unfortunately became dulled down by the system and were no longer any fun after a few months. Sometimes just mere weeks.

"For the smoke I'll give you half a Xan and a blue."

Harlow seemed to contemplate it, though of course she had already given away her part of the bargain. The comment about outside help had the gears in her head turning, a light nod of her head accepting the conditions. "Deal," she grinned, before tilting her head slightly. Almost as if on cue, she added, "If you're worried about getting out, don't be. It's relatively easy once you memorize everyone's shift."

One of the most obvious questions would have been 'what are you in for?' but Harlow liked to pretend that this was less of a prison and more like a maze. Everyone was a mystery, you just had to learn what made each person tick. Once you did, anything was possible.

[lynley]

Lynley listened intently to Harlow and smiled when the girl accepted her deal. Inhaling some more on the cigarette, Lynley nodded before glancing at her father.

"Trust me, I'm not worried about the shifts," She informed Harlow. "I'm a master at slipping through everything they can put up."

Pausing she cracked her back, and the slowly exhaled the smoke from her cigarette. "They didn't catch me before, they can't catch me now." There was a wink, like Lynley was talking in some mysterious code. Possibly like it was some dark secret she was sharing with Harlow.

"Is that tubby lunch lady still here or did she finally get the boot up her ass?" She asked as her father glanced over at them. "Last time, she seemed intent on ruining my life.."

Like she could, Lynley thought before returning to her cigarette.

[harlow rochelle smith]

Harlow noticed the quick glance at the older man, as well as the smile curving the other girl's lips. By the looks of things, they were going to get along just fine. She was further reassured by her next batch of words, causing the brunette to grin knowingly.

"Like a modern day Houdini, yeah?" she stated, more rhetorically than an actual question as she tapped on the end of her fag. When Lynley winked and mentioned being here before, Harlow quirked a brow and her grin turned into a devious smirk. So the stranger was a returnee...

Oh, this was going to be good; just not for any of the staff at this god forsaken place and good riddance.

Taking a long drag, Harlow had to withhold a giggle from escaping her parted lips as the lunch lady bit was told. As soon as she exhaled, however, she tossed her head back a bit and chuckled. "She's long gone. Got fired sometime last month. Apparently someone... what was it she said? Oh, someone 'planted something on her' and she was completely innocent," she scoffed, before a small twinkle appeared in her bright blue eyes. "Bitch had it coming. I caught her spitting in my food once or twice."

[lynley]

OOC: You know I paid 500 dollars to get this computer fixed and I'm still having problems with it. I want my money back!

BIC:

Lynley nodded. "The man was a genuis." She pointed out with a smile. "Escape this. Escape that.In this...." In this what? Lynley hated the place so it wasn't a palace. It was a club. " establishment one has to be creative when getting the proper needs brought in. Room service doesn't cater to my dietary requirements anyways."

Dietary requirements. That was an intersting way to put down the desire for Oxy. Still for Lynley it was just part of the five food groups. Instead of fruits and veggies it was Fruits and Oxy.

Flicking more ash onto the floor, Lynley smiled wickedly after Harlow told her about the evil lunch lady. "Trust me...probably more then that." She admitted. "Got her suspended once for saying her gravy wasn't extactly gravy."

"She had it coming," Lynley added after a moment of rolling her cigarette in her fingers in silence.

[harlow rochelle smith]

Harlow gave a bemused grin to the other girl as she spoke, going on about the wonders of Houdini and his many escape acts. "Establishment," she repeated, not a question or a retort, just a repeated statement. "That's a new one." She probably would have snickered if she wasn't in the middle of exhaling, or if she was prone to doing it more often. As it was, the brunette rarely showed any emotion.

"I'll have to second that," she nodded, thinking back on all the times that she wished the nurses would consider someone else's needs for once. You know, all those times she had terrible withdrawals where suicide almost seemed like an option. Key word: almost.

"Sweet," Harlow mused at Lynley's past antics, before her lips fell into a bit of a frown. "Do they suspend her often? She might be making a cameo in that case." You could never fully rely on rumors these days, and with her luck, the words got twisted in the grapevine.

Shaking off her displeasure, the druggie leaned her head back further against the wall, peering around with slightly hooded eyes. Someone started having a tantrum down the hallway, making her raise a brow. "So I take it you already got the tour? Because with the nurses busy," she glanced towards the frantic patient pointedly, before looking towards the nurse behind the counter that pulled out stacks of paperwork, "We might be able to take a look around. See if anything's changed since you were here."


ooc: wow, sounds like a rip-off to me! here's to hoping it fixes itself, for your sake as well as your wallet's.