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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 19, 2009 5:19:46 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] For someone who dresses up like a princess, you sure are good at picking locks...
[/i][/s] "Well, we all have our hidden talents," Lucy said with a slight smirk as she walked through the now open door. She had been dying to get in here for a while now. There was something about locked doors that just lured her like a moth to the flame. It was probably because she liked feeling above the rules. It was one of the many things that came with being a narcissist, she hated when people pretended that they were above her, even if they technically were. She was the best and that was the end of it. She didn't exactly know what to do with herself now that she was inside the room. Getting in was kind of where her plan ended. Wow, what a shocker... Lucy doesn't know what she wants to do. Why don't you just head back to your room, princess ? You weren't meant to be a burgler...[/s][/i] For what was most likely the thousandth time that day, Lucy snarled the words that were quickly becoming her catch-phrase through her clenched teeth, "SHUT UP, DENISE." Lucy looked around with a slight frown on her face... this place was not nearly as interesting as she thought it would be. But, it did look like they had decent food. She walked over to the impressive spread and began to inspect it, trying to decide what she wanted. The food here sucked in a general sense and she was tired of putting up with that crap. If she could keep sneaking in here a couple of times a week, she might survive long enough to convince them she wasn't as crazy as they thought she was and then she'd get out. Of course, considering she enjoyed talking to the voices in her head and honestly believed she should be a princess. (She already had the kick-ass tiara, and she was pretty. What else was required ?) No, Lucy wouldn't be getting out of here for a while, but for some reason she couldn't get that through her head. You should probably hurry up. Someone could come in and then you'll be scrubbing toliets or whatever they make you do when you screw up...[/s][/i] Hurry up, stupid. All that shit's gonna do is make you fat anyway.[/s][/i] "I swear to God, Denise. I will eat nothing but hot dogs for the next year if you don't shut your fat mouth."Ew...[/i][/color] "That's what I thought. Annoying little bitch..." she muttered, finally picking up a cookie and nibbling on it. [/blockquote] |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 19, 2009 5:33:03 GMT
As usual August had found himself roaming around the school..prison...school, he still didn't know what to call it exactly. He preferred the word prison more, since that was what it felt like. Calling your rooms, cells, didn't sound like a welcoming thing, or some place that was actually trying to help you. Prisons themselves were supposed to be for rehabilitating, but who did they ever really habilitate? No one that's who.
He had expected this place to be somewhat interesting, with all the crazy people around, but so far in his first few weeks here, the only eventful thing he' seen, had been on his first day here. August had met Jodie earlier that day, and she seemed normal, but he knew she couldn't have been to be in here. She didn't strike him as a suicide case, and she hadn't busted out into a different personality while he was talking to her outside. That didn't rule that one out however. He liked figuring out why people were in here.
When he started to come to where the staff room was, he noticed the door was opened. It wasn't open all the way, but it was open enough. Curious as to who was inside, he continued towards it. From outside the door he could hear someone talking. They seemed to be talking to be responding to someone else, though he never did hear anyone else speak. From this he could tell whoever was inside, wasn't a staff member, unless the staff members here were crazy as well. That could definitely be debatable for some of them there. Perhaps once could go crazy after being around them for too long.
Making his way quietly inside, he moved behind the girl. His hand reached and grabbed the cookie next to the one she had picked up.
"Mmmm chocolate chip"
he took a bite, smirking as he swallowed
"my favorite"
sure the cookies weren't as good as Martin, the in-house cook had baked when he lived at home, but it sure was better than anything else he'd had here so far.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 19, 2009 5:50:34 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] Lucy cringed when she felt someone coming up behind her, expecting to be spun around and given a stern talking to about being in the staff room when she wasn't a member of staff. Then she'd be whisked off to wherever they put the bad little girls, and probably never let out again. She was actually preparing to shove the rest of her cookie into her mouth so they couldn't take it away from her when he stepped into her line of vision and she realized he wasn't a member of staff.
"Why, hello there," she said, beaming up at him. It was her signature smile, the one that made her look slightly deranged.
He's right, the cookies are good. Maybe we should nab a few for the next tea party. [/s][/I] "I dunno. Do you think they'd keep ? The weather's been pretty bad, we might not be able to go outside for a couple of days." Hmm... didn't consider that. We should probably just come back when we have the date for the party set.[/s][/I] Lucy nodded as if that settled it and then returned her attention to the boy. They hadn't been introduced yet, had they ? "I'm Princess Lucy." She said it in a completely normal tone with a straight face. That was the thing about Lucy's madness, she made it seem like the way she did things was completely normal. It made it a little difficult for the therapists to convince her she had a problem when she didn't see anything odd about talking to the voices in her head and introducing herself as a princess. She extended her hand for him to kiss before grabbing another cookie and moving to one of the chairs in the room. Man, even the chairs were better here. What, did they think the inmates would rip good chairs apart and eat the stuffing ? Two cookies ? Someone's eager for thunder-thighs…[/I][/s] "I've already warned you once, Denise. You'd better stop while you're ahead." She took a bite of the cookie and looked over at him again. "So what brings you to the forbidden room ? Just craving some food that doesn't look like a dog should be eating it ?" The food they served in the cafeteria absolutely disgusted her. Half the time she just threw it away. At this position, she could look him over much more easily without being too obvious. Not that Lucy really cared about being obvious, any guy should consider himself lucky if she took the time to look at him at all.[/blockquote] |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 19, 2009 6:08:08 GMT
When she had turned around, August was able to see just how small the girl was. What was it with girls here being short? Was there some sort of pattern between short girls and being crazy? He calculated that he had to at least be a good half foot taller than her, if not more. He looked down as she flashed him a smile, and he returned a small one as he snapped off another bite of the cookie. He didn't say anything to her at first as she started talking to the 'other' person again. He'd let her settle whatever dispute or answer whatever question they had before he did.
Princess Lucy? That's what she had introduced herself as. He smirked a little, as he took her hand and gave it a light kiss. This hadn't been because she'd called herself a princess, but rather he had been raised to do so to any women. The boy did have some manners instilled in him.
"So is Princess your first name?"
he asked with a chuckle. He wasn't sure how she would respond to this, but did he really care?
When she moved to sit in one of the chairs she seemed even shorter. Of course everyone sitting down seemed shorter, but short people seemed especially shorter.
"Not really sure why I'm here"
he told her with a shrug. He finished off the one cookie, before picking up another. God, these things were good.
"Bored, really, I guess. Saw the door open and thought I'd investigate. I was kind of hoping to break in here myself, but I guess having someone do the hard work is just as good"
he smirked, giving her a wink as he took another bite of his second cookie.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 19, 2009 6:44:39 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] Ooh, this was a recliner... She took a moment to pop out the foot rest and then crossed her propped up ankles, twirling a piece of her hair around her finger as she bit off another hunk of the cookie.
"Nope, 'princess' is just the official title." If someone else had said that, it would have probably been a joke, but she was being dead serious. It was the official title that she had given herself. It wasn't her fault it hadn't been bestowed at her sixteenth birthday like she said it should have been. Oh, well. She was getting bored with the cookie and was just picking at it now. He still seemed to be enjoying his though, and she'd probably still be into hers if she hadn't eaten lunch today. Had she known they were holding out on her like this, she would have waited.
So, shouldn't we be leaving now ? If some staff person comes in and sees you chilling in their favorite chair, that probably won't go over well. [/s][/i] "Eh, we'll worry about that when it happens, Cathy. Don't you just hate buzzkills ? They always manage to ruin nice moments." She was talking to him again, but she only said it to bother Cathy. That wasn't nice, Lucy.[/s][/i] "So ? I'm not nice," she scoffed. There's the Lucy I like to see...[/s][/i] She just ignored Denise this time. Suddenly she realized something. "Hey, you never told me your name." It would be weird for her to keep calling him 'him' in her head. She didn't like not knowing names. She only hoped he had a good one. She'd hate to have to rename him. A surprising number of people had horrible names these days and it really kept her busy. Her mind was already searching for suitable names in case his just sucked. Lucy's foot jiggled with a beat in her head as she continued to stare at him, trying to figure out what kind of a name would suit him. She hoped he had a good one already to save her all of this trouble, because it was harder than she'd orignially thought it'd be to find one that was perfect for him. And naming people (and things) was one of Lucy's many talents. Maybe Henry ? Chris ? Nope and nope. Huh. This was tough. [OOC: Sorry about the suckiness that is this post, I couldn't think of much more than having her babble][/blockquote] |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 19, 2009 6:55:57 GMT
Princess was the title. He'd half expected her to say something like that. He'd never met a real princess before, and he knew she wasn't one, but maybe he'd humor her. Just maybe. He hadn't quite decided on it yet. Watching as she seemed to pick at her own cookie, he finished off his second one. Maybe she wasn't as hungry as he was. August had a tendency to eat a lot anyways. Good thing he like to work out and had a rather fast metabolism.
She started talking to 'someone' again, and it was this time he figured there was two people. One she had been talking to earlier, that she called Denise, and this new one named Cathy. At first he wasn't sure if she was addressing him or not at the buzzkill comment, but after a moment he realized she had been.
"Yeah I've never been one for buzzkills"
he turned his head to look back at the cookies. He started for one, before pulling it back. HE was still hungry, but not for cookies, he wanted some real food.
She was right, he hadn't given her his name yet. He usually gave it, but he guess it had slipped his mom.
"It's August"
he told her. He really hoped she wouldn't laugh at it. Some people laughed at it, while others thought it was interesting. He was partial to the name, and was never sure what to think of it. Sometimes he liked it and sometimes he hated it. The hatred was probably because no one else in his family had an odd name, not even his twin brother, Bradley. How did his parent thing August went with that. Shouldn't they have named him Brandon or something like that, or maybe name his brother July if they really thought August was a good name. The one upside was that he wasn't born in August, or else a whole line of jokes could ensue.
(ooc: don't worry about it)
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 19, 2009 7:14:38 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] You're both just mean.
[/s][/i] Lucy ignored her and decided to pretend like Denise and Cathy weren't there for a while. They both deserved that, they didn't treat her nearly well enough. She nodded comtemplatively when he gave her his name, not sure exactly how she felt about it. "August. Huh, it suits you." That at least was true, it was slightly odd and it fit better than all of the normal ones that she had tried out for him. And she was glad that she wouldn't have to be the one to tell him he needed a new name, some people didn't take kindly to that. She wasn't sure why. If she had a crappy name (which she fortunately didn't) she'd thank someone for pointing it out and fixing the problem for her. Some people were just ungrateful. She was still musing this when her second most commonly asked question came out of her mouth. "So how'd you get here ?" She didn't really care if she seemed a little forward or blunt, she was curious so she asked. It was a bit of a touchy subject for a lot of the people here and some of them got pretty angry when she asked, but if they had a problem with what they had done, then they shouldn't have done it. Or at least that was how she saw it. She had attacked her own sister and she was okay with it. Halley had deserved it. She knew better than to mess with her tea set. Lucy thought she heard something and turned her head to the door for a moment, straining her ears to hear. Not that it'd really matter if she heard them coming in or not, once they were in she'd be caught and that was the end of that. No need to stress herself out during what could be her last moments of freedom for the forseeable future. She relaxed back in her seat, watching him hesitate over his third cookie. Yup, she was definetely done with hers. She tossed the half cookie a couple of feet away from her into the small plastic trash can in the corner. She was more than a little proud of herself for making the shot, as she rarely sucseeded in things like that. Lucy wasn't what you could call athletic by any means. [/blockquote] |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 19, 2009 7:24:24 GMT
She thought it suited him, it seemed a few people thought that, Jodie had thought it was an interesting name. He was glad that no one here tried to crack jokes about it, just yet. There would be someone who would say something about it, and then August would probably hit them. They might hit him in return, and then oh god - he had to stop thinking about that. About that beautiful and glorious pain. Oh how he wanted to get in a fight now, but no not with her. That was the one thing he never did, purposefully start fights with a girl.
"Tried to kill myself"
he gave a rather nonchalant shrug answering her question about why he was in there. He was certain she would want to ask him why afterward, as that always seemed to be the second question people asked when he told them that. The reason was never given, no one knew his reasoning for wanting to kill himself. He didn't give off the depressed vibe, which tended to confuse a lot of people. He wasn't depressed in any sense of the word. He had friends, a good life, he just didn't want to live. Didn't want to grow up, was really what it was. If he died now he would forever be this age. Like James Dean.
When she moved her head to the door, he turned around, was someone there? Nope. Walking over he shut the door, realizing he hadn't done so after he'd walked in on her. He locked the door. Now if someone was going to come inside, it'd buy them time to find a place to hide, though it would be easier for her to hide than him. That was a disadvantage of being tall, not a lot of places to hide at.
"What about you? The voices or something else?"
he asked, inquiring now, why she was in there.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 19, 2009 7:47:07 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] Oh, he had just tried to kill himself. She shrugged off the several remarks that had come to her mind, all of those would ruin the nice little conversation they were having right now. And Lucy didn't want that. When he asked why she was here and mentioned, 'the voices', both Denise and Cathy started mouthing off.
The voices ? Is that all we are ? [/i][/s] Is that how you think of us, Lucy ? Oh, how could you ?[/s][/i] We should kick his ass, that's what we should do...[/s][/i] They went on and on while Lucy strained to stay concentrated on answering his question instead of answering them. It was ridiculously hard to avoid answering them, they tended to annoy the hell out of her until she cracked. "Well, Denise and Cathy were part of it, but I'm also too full of myself and I kinda almost killed my little sister for breaking some of my stuff." She flashed another slightly menacing smile as she fiddled with one of her sleeves. Amazingly, most people could get past the voices and even her self obsession, but the beating the four year old thing freaked them out. Did they all love their younger siblings or something ? Kids sucked. End of story. And Halley had learned a lesson that Lucy could gurantee she would never forget. It would probably be years before she would go near another tea set, let alone break one. She was a little proud of herself, which was yet another thing that disturbed people, but no one had really believed she had it in her. She had gotten into fights quite a lot at school, and she normally won, because she fought like a thing possessed. Her size prevented her from doing any damage with brute force, so she had to resort to catching people off guard and fighting dirty. It normally worked pretty well for her, and it had made people have a healthy amount of respect for her. All in all, it was a pretty sweet deal. She looked at her nails for a second, frowning to see them all bare and ugly. She missed her fingernail polish. August should have had enough time to process the whole beating her sister thing, so she looked up to catch his reaction. Before he could run out on her yelling about what a psycho she was or something along those lines, she nodded towards the closed doors. "Good thinking, I probably should have done that, but this is a pretty comfy chair and I don't think I wanna get up."Are you mad at us now ?[/i][/s] Lucy, get over it. You can't just make us go away you know...[/i][/s] "Yeah, I know," she muttered.[/blockquote] |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 19, 2009 7:57:09 GMT
The voices were only part of it. the other part had been the fact that she almost killed her sister. He processed this through his head, and came to the conclusion, that yes it was bad, but who hadn't thought about hurting their sibling. Maybe not killing, but there were definitely times he wanted to punch his brother in the face.
"Well she's still alive isn't she?"
he asked with a smile, as he walked back and leaned against the table that had the cookies. He turned to look to make sure nothing else was on it. Nope, just cookies.
"Yeah it does look rather comfy, besides I am closer to it than you were. It wouldn't be right for me to let a Princess have to lock the door"
he smirked at her. He'd decided to play along with the Princess thing, maybe it would get him a reward of some kind.
He looked down biting his lip, as thoughts started to run through his head.
"So how exactly did you try to kill your sister?"
he asked, wondering just what she had done. It might have seemed sick to someone that he wanted to know, but she didn't seem that kind of person, and no one else was in there to judge him. People tended to judge him as being the rich, pretty boy, and maybe he was that, but that still didn't give them the right to judge. The fact he was suicidal didn't either. Luckily he'd learned to shove any judgements out of his mind.
"come on, you know you want to tell me"
he said with a light pleading tone. He was going to get this out of her. If he couldn't feel pain right now, maybe hearing about it, would satisfy him.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 19, 2009 8:18:55 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] She shrugged.
"So they tell me. I haven't seen her myself, not that I really blame them for that. I'm not the type to leave something half done..." Yes, she was still pissed about the damn tea set, and even now, she'd probably still take a swing at the kid for it. She was getting mad just thinking about it now. Lucy wasn't the sanest person around when everything was alright, but she really liked her personal things left personal and when someone screwed with her stuff, she lost it big time. But what she was interested in now was the fact that he didn't seem disturbed by the near death of a kid because of her. And that was just giving the bare facts of the case. It had been her sister. Most people thought she was a monster after they learned that.
Well, he did try to kill himself. Can you really expect him to have a normal take on this ? [/s][/i] Maybe he likes death...[/s][/i] "Maybe," she repeated. She nodded slowly after he spoke again. "How very chivalirous of you." Honestly, she would have expected it anyway, but that wasn't the polite thing to say. She tended to use manners, even when she didn't have the right motives for them. Lucy was very, very surprised when he brought up the sister thing again. Maybe Cathy was right and he did have a thing for death. Was she giving him ideas ? Oh, well. It was his own life. "I just, you know, beat her up," she said, giving a rather vague description. She might be a little insane most of the time, but her lunch meds were kicking in a little more now. Even Denise and Cathy were quieter. But even if Lucy had been in the midst of a tea party with five of her stuffed animals and the voices in her head, she would have still skipped over the hairy details. Most people didn't react too well to them. But, then he pressed her a little bit. And instead of being annoyed or getting defensive, she shrugged and decided to tell him. If he got grossed out or thought she was a horrible demented person who deserved to be in a much worse place than this for what she did, he was the one that had wanted to know. "She was in my room playing with my tea set, and she had completely shattered two of the cups. And there was stuff ALL over the rest of the set. I got home, went to my room and saw her sitting there just laughing away, and I just threw myself on her. I had my nails long back then... but now they make me cut them... anyway, so I used my nails, and was slapping her and kicking her and pretty much using everything around me for a while, until she stopped screaming and I wasn't as mad." She had gotten a little angry again and could see it all playing out in her head. Lucy grabbed the bracelet around her wrist and started popping it against her skin, trying to get the frustration out without scaring August away. She was watching him again to see if he was freaked out yet.[/blockquote] |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 19, 2009 8:57:51 GMT
Yes, it was rather chivalrous of him not to make her get up and shut the door. That was a word he hadn't heard used in some time. His English teacher at Breckenridge had used it a few times during their study of the King Arthur legends, and the Knights of the Round Table stories. Thinking about that made him miss the boarding school a little. At least it made him miss Mr. Talbot's English class, and his drum lessons with Jeffrey down the hall, not to mention having to pay for the lessons with certain types of favors.
When she answered him rather vaguely he was rather disappointed. 'I just beat her up' was not the answer he had been wanting. There was more to it than that, or else she wouldn't be here. No, he wanted the details.
It took a few moments, but eventually his light pleading seemed to work. She'd set up the story, how she'd found her sister with the tea set. As she started to talk about her nails and how she'd used them and slapped her sister, he'd moved his arms around his back. Holding them there, the nails from his left hand started to dig into his right forearm. He moved them up and down, repeating this and digging in deeper as she continued with the story.
"Oh god. Fuck"
he let out, the words quiet as his breathing started to become a little heavier than it had been earlier.
His thoughts were right, just hearing about it was starting to make him feel the pain. The nails digging into his skin was helping, but he wasn't sure he would have started with out the story.
For a moment he had forgotten that Lucy was still in the room. He was just so lost in his pleasure that this fact had slipped his mind. He really wasn't sure what she was going to say now, though the look he'd seen on her face made him think she was thinking the same thing about him, and her whole story.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 19, 2009 9:19:42 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] She had leaned back in her chair as she talked, watching him with interest as he seemed to get more into the story than she had thought he would. Maybe he had asked for a different reason than morbid curiousity or tips for his next attempt to off himself. She couldn't be sure, but it seemed like he had gotten a little more out of it than an ideas for suicide. Had there been anything erotic in what she'd said ? Nope, just standard facts. Hadn't even really gotten into the gory stuff
What the hell ? [/s][/i] "Dunno," she murmured softly, turning her head to the side as she studied him. It wasn't every day that she saw that kind of a reaction to her darker secrets. Well, it really wasn't a secret, she just didn't spread it around or anything. Lucy was slightly facinated in a sick sort of way. She was just messed up enough to look past how messed up the situation was, and to just be interested. She was still popping the bracelet against her skin, but it was more out of habit and to keep the rhythm than to get out frustration. The angry red mark across her wrist proved she had already done that. She was fairly sure he had forgotten she was there, or at least he didn't care anymore. She found that entertaining and lounged back in the chair until he remembered. Suddenly, she remembered where they were and that was a little funny. The most interesting thing this room had seen before this was probably getting two different flavors of coffee creamer. She still hadn't figured out exactly what was going on with him, but she had a pretty good idea. And it wasn't completely knew to her. She had heard about people that got off on getting hurt, she just hadn't know anyone who was like that personally before. Lucy was intrigued. She also hadn't known it was this... intense. Her hand lazily messed with her hair as she sorted through a couple of alternative theories. Nope, the pain thing definetely seemed to be the most likely. And it was the only one that explained it all. He hadn't been acting exactly normal since the attack was brought up. She'd assumed it was because he was freaked out, and even the words he'd just said had been uttered before by people after they heard her story, but she was fairly certain he hadn't said them for the same reason they had. She decided to test her theory, just by saying a little more. "But I think the real reason that they put me here, instead of some private place, is that it wasn't the first time. It happened at school all the time, biting, scratching, punching, and kicking someone until they were bleeding and crying, just for something like messing with my locker. I guess I'm just a loose canon."[/blockquote] |
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Post by August Hewelt on Jun 19, 2009 18:50:14 GMT
He swallowed, trying to control his breathing as he seemed to snap back into reality. His nails loosened their grip from his arm, and he brought them back to lay by the side of his body. The right arm was rather red and lines from scratch marks were visible, this area of the arm, was redder than the rest of his arm had become. The scratches tingled and burned, how he loved that feeling.
Alright get yourself together
he thought to himself as he continued to slow down his breathing, trying to control it.
calm down Aug.
he took a few more breaths, when it seemed to pass.
It seemed they both remembered the room they were in about the same time, though he wasn't sure if they were thinking the same thing. No, he was certain they weren't. He was scanning the room, was there anything in here he could swipe and take back to his cell? Maybe he could take back some cookies, or find some sharp object inside. That would be fun. He hated that they took his knife away from him. They were afraid that he was going to use it to kill himself. Slit his throat, but August wasn't going to go out like that. No. He was going to go out with a BANG.
Just as he had started to calm down she started speaking once again. The words: biting, scratching, punching, kicking, and bleeding hit his ears. His bottom lip curled under slightly as he bit down on it. His heart started beating a little faster. He squeezed his fists tightly.
Stay calm, boy. Stay calm
No. No he couldn't handle it anymore. Moving over to the recliner, he was down one knee. His hand took hers, and he put it on his left arm.
"d-d-do it"
he told her as he seemed to stare at her, wanting to feel all those things.
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Post by lucy megan nelson on Jun 19, 2009 19:31:53 GMT
[/i] Diamonds][/size][/blockquote][/left] She stared at the scratches on his arm, still facinated by the effect the pain had on him. It was obvious how he felt about it, just by the look on his face.
God that's weird. [/s][/i] Seriously, Lucy. Don't you think he has to be a little unbalanced if he's like that about pain ? Like, isn't that one of the signs of a serial killer or something ?[/s][/i] "Shut up, both of you. It's not that weird." Yeah, she actually thought it was, but it was also interesting. She was the type of person that was entranced by things like that. Pictures of corpses, beating the shit out of people that she didn't like, there was just something about having that kind of power over other people that she liked. It made her feel... elevated. Like she was better than them, which of course she thought she was. Her eyes were locked on him as he walked over to her and she was struck by how tall he was in the moment or two when he was standing over her, but then he was down on one knee beside her. She just watched him lift her hand and put it on his arm, keeping it there until he spoke. "D-do it."Her eyes shifted up from her hand to his face, watching his expression as she dug her nails into his flesh, hard. She wasn't the kind of person that was afraid to hurt someone else, and he had told her to, so she did it. She pulled her hand back towards herself, scratching him slowly and pressing in to make them deep. She wondered how it would register on his face. Would he even make an expression of pain or did he feel it completely differently than everyone else did ? She didn't like being hurt. Feeling pain was a sign of weakness and that wasn't what she was into. Sure she was technically weak because of her smaller size, but she was crazy and manipulative enough to make up for that. She relaxed her hand, moved it back up his arm to where she had begun, and repeated the motion, going over the original scratches and making them deeper. You realize how strange this is right ?[/s][/i] Like this would be the part of the horror movie where he flips out and stabs you.[/s][/i] "With what ?" She hated it when the voices in her head didn't make sense.[/blockquote] |
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