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Post by eliza on Nov 11, 2010 11:49:56 GMT -5
  Eliza smiled. She was smoking a blunt out the slightly opened window. Whoever designed suicide windows needed to get shot. Someone would most likely smell the smoke and she would probably be questioned. Of course she knew how to talk herself out of any trouble that she managed to get in. She heard a knock on her door. She coughed slightly and sighed. Great. Who the fuck was it now. "One minute" she said as she took a final drag off the blunt before flicking it out the window. She held the smoke in her lungs letting it get the full effect before she blew it out and window and shut it. She didn't need the person questioning why her window was open and why it smelled like smoke at the same time. She walked over to her bed and messed it up, making it look like she just got out of bed before walking over to the door, opening it and rubbing her eyes. She was quite convincing when it came to making people believe that she was innocent. She saw that it was one of the administrators. "Your new roommate will be here soon" they said before turning to go. This infuriated Eliza. She hadn't had a roommate the entire time that she was here, she didn't need one either. "I don't need a fucking roommate, I'm fine without one" she said before slamming the door. Great. Fucking great. Now Eliza had a reason to get wasted and high. She didn't want to have to deal with some annoying girl with problems that were nothing like hers. She didn't want to be stuck with a person to make all the decisions with her. To ask if a guy or a girl could stay the night was horrible. She wanted to stay alone. Plus the roommate would probably just ask to transfer to a different room after meeting Eliza. She went over to her bed and lifted up the mattress. She had created a small hole in the bottom and store weed, alcohol, cigarettes, and anything else that she used to get high. She even had a bowl hidden encased in a few shirts and kept safe. She opened up one of the bottles of whiskey that she had left. She was running low. She needed to find a supplier and quick. She began chugging the sweet amber liquid that burned as it went down. But to her, it was a good burn, meaning she was getting the sweet liquid in her body. She heard another knocked and sighed. "One fucking minute" she said as she wrapped the bottle in another tank top and returned it to its hiding spot. She quickly grabbed a piece of gum off her dresser before moving towards the door. She opened it and noticed a girl. Probably her roommate. Great. this was really happening. WORDS ;; 480ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; Sasha OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;; Nice starter thread 
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Post by sasha marii heart on Nov 11, 2010 18:32:42 GMT -5
May couldn’t think of anything more full of stupidity then having mentally ill teenagers sleeping in the same room. And Sasha was almost certain that if she herself, how had been defined as ‘crazy’ could put that much together then there wasn’t any hope for this place. No hope to be ‘cured’, but who in the hell wanted to be cured. Not her, she was content with how she was. The more she could live through and not have to actually deal with the better. This world sucked, and Sasha was more than happy to hand her lives baggage over to some unknown person. Was that crazy? Sure, why not. Might as well be, seeing as she was here.
She followed some number of people around the building for awhile, being shoved off onto another one every few minutes. They all had lame ass accuses like Sorry, I have to deal with this. So and so will show you around. Apparently, not even the staff wanted to be around the people who lived her. Sasha didn’t blame them because they didn’t understand. They didn’t know what it was like to be casted out by your peer’s and family.. if you had a fucking family. Sasha didn’t have a family to go to and honestly she couldn’t care less. She had gotten over her father’s death years ago and her mother was useless whore.
“Dumb cunt..” She muttered to herself with a roll of her eyes only to have some man eye her down. “What, am I not allowed to say cunt?” She asked with a slightly raised eyebrow. “Oh you know what.. I bet it was the D-word. Did that offend you?” He turned away from her, and Sasha let out a smile. This would be a piece of cake, mostly.
All she had to do was control herself, keep her alters in check. Though, that would prove difficult seeing as she still couldn’t really do it. It was alright though, perfection comes with practice. Sasha grinned to herself, thinking about when the current staff member she was with pointed to a door and left her there.
“Well, fuck you too” She said with a slight shake of her head. God this was stupid, Sasha didn’t need a fucking roommate. Just someone to annoy her and make her task of self control more challenging. None-the-less she brought her small hand to the door and knocked. She heard a response, and it was a very rude response.
Why the fuck did I knock? she thought to herself before pushing the door open and letting herself in. Like hell she was going to get permission to walk into her room. Fuck That.
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Post by eliza on Nov 25, 2010 18:52:09 GMT -5
Eliza watched as the girl just opened the door. She was still putting the bottle into a shirt of hers. "Are you fucking serious?" she said to the girl. She expected a little courtesy from her new roommate. She didn't want one in the first place. They had said something about how the dorms were filling up and they needed everyone to have a roommate. "I'm Eliza" She said as she put the bottle under her mattress. She rolled her eyes. If she got caught by administrations for her opening the door and them seeing her stashing her alcohol. She walked over to the girl and finally held her hand out. "I'm in here for being an alcoholic, what about you?" she asked before turning around and sitting on her bed. WORDS ;; 125ish STATUS ;; Finished TAGGED ;; sasha OUTFIT ;; hereNOTES ;; sorry it took forever and is short.
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