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Post by ThaliaAlexandraEverhart on Mar 24, 2012 14:11:38 GMT -6
So, so what? I'm still a ROCKSTAR. Tally grinned to herself, taking a long drag of the cigarette. She wasn't supposed to have these; they were trying to get her to quit, for her own health or some shit like that. Yeah, right. Like she cared if she lived past the age of 30 or not if she had to live in a hole like this. She wished she could get her hands on the good stuff, but it was hard enough just to get this; she had no idea how she would go about getting something good. She took another long drag. These would satisfy some of her craving, for now. She'd dig around, see if she could catch whiff of someone with access to something stronger.
She exhaled smoke, watching it float away from her. She wanted to learn how to blow rings; then she could have a bit more fun with her time hiding from the employees of this place. There were limited places that she could smoke without being caught. It wasn't that she cared what they thought, but she knew they'd do a thorough search of her room again and take her stuff, and she didn't want to have to barter for more.
She slid one hand into the pocket of her jeans, feeling the spikes of her bracelet scrape against the fabric of her tank top. She held her cigarette between her lips while she hiked up the bottom of her tank and pulled her hot pink bra strap out. Yes, she was feeling extra naughty right now. They demanded that she dress appropriately here, and generally she got away with dressing skimpy while still following their 'regulations'. But damn it, she wanted to do what she wanted to do, and she was already filling her lungs with tar; might as well go all out.
She smiled to herself and felt the smoke swirling around her tongue before she slowly let it escape between her lips. [/size] . [/b][/color] Thalia.[/b][/color]Alexandra .[/b][/color]Everhart .[/b][/color][/color][/size][/center] >Words: [/b] 325>Wearing:[/b] Take a look[/i] >Credited:[/b] So What by P!nk[/i] >Current Personality:[/b] Tally>Thoughts:[/b] Meh meh meh, average.[/right][/size]
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Post by JackKaseyAlexander on Mar 25, 2012 12:35:03 GMT -6
Crunch, crunch, crunch. The sound of gravel beneath Converse was a sound Jack had always loved. When all she did was listen, the world was beautiful. At least, when she listened out in nature it was. In the city, listening did nothing for the beauty of the world. The city made the world sound ugly and broken. Jack liked peace. Quiet. Seeing the world was completely different from listening, though. If she didn't see people and only saw what the people had created, the world was average at best. The sidewalks, the buildings, the pointless structures and bridges and roads. If there were people and cars and litter all over those things, it made the world horrible. If the section of the world the dark-haired girl was looking at was absent of those things, it was beautiful. Untouched by people, the world had a peaceful quality that very few seemed to see. Jack could see it. She hated how it felt like she was the only one that could see it.
She inhaled deeply as she walked, hands in her jean pockets, head lifting once in a while to look at the scenery around her. She didn't consciously walk with her head down. It just happened. As if her body knew the world hated her, knew she wasn't fit to be looked in the eye by all of its beauty. She was something broken and destroyed, something to be pushed away, under the bed, and never pulled out again. Disgusting, only worthy of being thrown into the garbage.
Depression weighed on her thin shoulders like a two-ton boulder, driving her closer and closer to the ground beneath her feet with each step. She toed a piece of gravel as she passed it, the rock bouncing ahead of her on the path and coming to a rest just at the edge of where the dirt-and-gravel walkway turned into cement.
The girl sighed sadly as she stepped onto the hard, white-grey rock. She didn't even feel it was worth giving the energy to thinking how ugly it was, how it broke the perfection of the green grass. It wasn't that she didn't care. She did. She just couldn't find the energy to even begin to think about it right now.
Lifting her head again (when had she looked down?), the green-eyed girl glanced around. There weren't usually many people out at this time of day. They were all inside, doing whatever it was the guards let them do at this hour. Jack didn't care. She could only see one other figure, a girl (going off of the way the figure stood and the midriff-showing tank top), who was a ways off.
Suddenly, Jack found herself wishing with an unbelievable strength that the girl was Raja. Jack had no idea where the thought came from, had no idea why she let herself believe Raja would care about her. Nobody cared about her. Jack was useless. But the teen couldn't help but wish. A few moments later, Jack found herself reluctantly admitting that she...yeah, she liked Raja.
Liking someone wasn't really a bad thing, if you were anyone but Jack. But since she was, in fact, her, liking someone...just wouldn't work out. Because nobody ever seemed to like her back, no matter what she did. It was hopeless, thinking that someone would care enough about her to actually want to fall in love with her.
Jack's gaze, once more on the ground, was lifted to see that, no, the figure wasn't Raja. At least it appeared to be female. The girl was smoking, something Jack had never really tried. She didn't particularly care to, either. It smelled horrible. She was within hearing distance of the figure now. What was she supposed to do? She didn't want to say hi. What if the girl thought she was a freak? (Not that she wasn't a freak... If she wasn't one, she wouldn't be in the place to begin with.)
Jack was so caught up in worrying about what she was supposed to do she didn't even notice the slight elevation change in the sidewalk, the toe of her Converse promptly striking the step up and sending the thin girl sprawling oh-so-gracefully to the ground, smack in front of the other.
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Post by ThaliaAlexandraEverhart on Apr 11, 2012 9:11:30 GMT -6
So, so what? I'm still a ROCKSTAR. Thalia was enjoying the feeling of her skin beneath her fingers when she heard someone walking behind her. Shit. She took one last long drag on the cigarette before throwing it on the ground and grinding it into the dirt. She wished she had something to cover up the smell, but she could only hope that most of the smoke had been carried away in the breeze and what little remained would be diminished by the open air. She pulled her shirt down over her stomach and ran a hand through her hair. It was easy to come up with some story about how she had to come outside for some air, and please, just could she stay a bit longer? She really was feeling a little stuffy and claustrophobic in there. They'd believe she was that pathetic Lia, caught off guard by her alternate personality. Yeah, she knew about that. She knew why she was in this hell hole. It was all too easy to sneak in and flip through her private file. She doubted Lia knew anything; after all, she was supposedly a goody two shoes prep. It pissed Tally off that she had to deal with such a loser, especially in her body.
She put on a bewildered expression just as a girl fell in front of her. Tally froze for a second, trying to determine if Lia would help or just be confused, before she realized this was just another of her crazy housemates. She slumped again and rolled her eyes.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She asked, a little frustrated but mostly bored. She'd ruined a perfectly good cigarette for this loser. Damn it, and this box was out if she had another now. She pulled it from the case and grabbed the matches from her shoe. She was a pro at this, and in no time she was taking a long drag and sinking into contentment.
Tally eyed the girl critically for a moment. From the backside she seemed pretty attractive; she wondered if the face could back up the ass. She put a hand on her hip and pulled the cigarette from her mouth.
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Post by JackKaseyAlexander on Apr 11, 2012 11:18:05 GMT -6
Jack pulled herself into a sitting position, her hands coming away from the concrete painful and bloody. She flipped them over, looking at her palms. They weren't cut too bad, really. Just a few drops of blood welling on the somewhat scraped skin. Too bad it hadn't destroyed her hands. She had a feeling she would have welcomed the pain.
Her knees ached, too. Her jeans already had a hole in the left knee, so she didn't have to worry about tearing them. She didn't care. Shifting slightly, she looked down at her skin. Her unprotected left knee was cut and already blood was trickling down, onto the fabric of her jeans. Her right knee appeared to be just a little dirt-covered, the jean material still in tact.
The sound of the other's voice startled Jack, bringing her out of her thoughts. What was she doing? ...That was a good question. Did the girl mean literally, or figuratively? "I...I fell..." Best to go with literal, Jack supposed. There wasn't much point in trying to put whatever figurative answer she may have come up with into words. It wouldn't have worked, anyway.
Jack stood cautiously, brushing her sore hands over her jeans to get as much of the dirt off as she could. Her knee hurt when she put pressure on it, but it wasn't unbearable. She'd be fine. She was used to pain. It's not like hurting was anything new to her.
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