caught like a deer in headlights ! [ MASON ]

[MONICA EMILIE VERNE]

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and i am telling you friend!
this is something worth fighting for.
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monica had found rather quickly in her short time here that to stay safe it was really much better to keep to herself. if it was possible, even slightly, monica would have gladly stayed in her room and never come out ever again, but she knew deep down that that wasn't going to help her. the staff would drag her out anyway, no doubt. they were a bunch of idiots, putting her here. monica was in no way the strongest of girls, especially now with her little heart illness issues, and she was in fact surrounded by insane agressive people that could snap her into little pieces using their little fingers. ok, so maybe that was a little bit of an over exaggeration, mind the little, but the point was still the same. this place, alkaline asylum, was very dangerous, and to say that monica was scared was a severe under statement. it wasn't like she had anyone to look after her after all, was there, because from what she had seen of the guards... well they seemed as violent and insanely horrible as the asylum patients themselves. there was no forseeable escape, no way out. monica didn't even really understand why she was here in the first place, in all honestly. sure, she was ill, she had a heart problem, but she wasn't ill enough to deserve this was she? and accoeding to the doctors she was 'depressed'. sure, she felt like her world had ended, but it had, her life had ended. everything she had ever worked for, everything she had ever wanted to do with her life, everything she had planned was ruined. her dream had been ripped from her, and the emptyness that had been left by it had left a gaping hole. did she deserve to be terrified of simply stepping one foot out of her room? monica did not believe so, but it wasn't like she could do anything about it. the poor girl just had to learn to deal with it, something she was finding increasingly difficult. monica wasn't used to feeling so threatened all the time. not that everyone was scary and mean and agressive of course, a select few patients seemed to be ok to talk to.

alas, as it had already been said, there was not much the young girl could do about it, so she would drag herself out of bed and make an effort to smile at the other patients, and even the staff if she could fake a really good mood. and when the morning came, that was exactly what she did. she hadn't slept so much through the night, but she thankfully wasn't overly tired as the sun rose above the horizon, leaving a long stream of bright light through the small gap in monica's curtains. monica swung her legs over the side of the bed, rubbing her eyes gently and letting a soft sigh come from her throat as she stopped to look at the room around her. her room was bare and boring, not at all like her room at home... her old room. how was she meant to get batter if she was stuck in this damn place, where everything was just so... plain. monica didn't do well with plain, she wanted bright and cheerful and fancy to give her the will to fucking live. anything but white and beige and grey. being here was meant to make her better, not make her feel worse. alas, she would plod along and pretend everything was hunky dory.

monica made her way to the shower slowly and carefully, stripping off her night dress and slipping under the warm water, washing her hair and body, before stepping out once she felt thoroughly cleaned and polished, into the cuddly arms of the fluffy towel next to the shower. that was one good thing, they had such lovely towels around here. she wrapped the thick large fluffy material around herself, her hair dripping as she made her way back into her dorm. she sorted her hair first, drying it and deciding to leave it how it was, before slipping on her underwear. now came the hard part. monica always tended to struggle in picking outfits. she chose a small slip dress, and a striped white and gold jumper over the top, popping a scarf around her neck for good measure. she was happy now. she slipped on some little comfortable shoes, before taking a proper look at herself in the mirror. she looked presentable, her hair a little too bushy for her liking but it would do. it wasn't like she had to impress anyone was it? once she was ready she made her way out of her room, deciding within moments that maybe it hadn't been the best of ideas to stray from her room. wanting nothing more to run back as she heard the screams as she followed the corridor. monica wrapped her thin arms around herself as the screams got louder, really starting to wish she had just stayed where she was safe. she hated screaming. a very lot. the sound just seemed to go straight through her and she needed to get away from it.

as she walked along she caught sight of the door and stairs to the roof, looking around to make sure no one was around as she slipped up. the roof was generally quite a calming place, as long as no insane person was up here and then it was the most unsafe place in the whole asylum. it was a wonder the staff hadn't barred off the entrance to the roof. but there again, the staff of this place didn't seem to take their patients safety as paramount priority, from what monica had deducted anyway. though, monica was sure she had seen guards guarding the door she had come through before. maybe she was mistaken. she climbed the small ladder with a little difficulty, but breathed a sigh of relief as she reached the calm of the roof, finding herself alone. a small smile came to her face and she sat down, curling her legs to her chest. 'just hope no one comes up here now.' monica thought to herself, hoping that she would be left alone, just for a little while.

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does it not seem contridicting?
to sit back and watch them take all.
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TAG ; mason <3
STATUS ; done.
COUNT ; one zero five four.
MUSIC ; nelly furtado, maneater.
OUTFIT ; see pic and description.
NOTES ; here you go, sorry its a bit crappy D:
CREDIT ; me for template. scary kids scaring kids for lyrics. lucy loosen my lips for images.[/i][/size][/blockquote]

[MASON ISAIAH CHARLENS.]

trying to be something i'm not.
she's worth it. oh no my friends don't get it

mason isaiah charlens had never been one to wake up early. even when he was little, his mother would have to force him up so he would go to school. otherwise, he would probably have stayed home until, at least, nine in the morning, just to sleep. if he had something to go to early in the morning, it was most likely that he would be late for it. he was and would always be the opposite of other children who would wake up when the sun would not even be up yet and who would bug their parents for breakfast. in fact, it would be mason’s parents who would need to bug him because breakfast was ready. and, most of the time, he would simply ignore them and sleep until he felt like waking up. it didn’t get any better when he grew older, when he was a teenager. in fact, it was even worse. even if it was noon, he had difficulty to wake up and drag his lazy ass out of bed. at school, most of the detentions he would have would be because he was late and never had any good enough reason to be late. it would always be because he had slept too long. however, to be honest, he didn’t quite give a fuck how many detentions he got. most of the time, he wouldn’t even go. anyway. enough of his past. all that to tell you that, when he woke up rather early this morning, he was rather surprised. he had went to bed at the same time as every other day yesterday night. he didn’t understand why he had woken up earlier than usual. however, mason stayed in bed for a few minutes, his face burried in his pillow and trying to fall asleep again. but every single position he tried didn’t seem to work. he turned and turned, over and over again until he was finally sick of it and passed his legs over the edge of his bed. he stood up, stretching and running a hand through his hair. he heard somebody talking rather loudly in some room not too far away. if he found out it was because of one of those crazy asses he was up, they would definitely need some protection. but right now, he was way too lazy to go see. he grabbed his towel and made his way to the bathroom through the piles of.. things laying on the wooden floor. the boy took a quick shower before getting dressed and quickly slipping out of his room. he never stayed too long in there. he prefered being outside of the asylum, in the courtyard or something. or even the game room would be good. he just hated being forced to stay in his own little room, his little cell, as he liked to call it. it was through. this place was a prison. except that they weren’t all murderers or rapists. it was even worse than prison. they were all crazy asses that their family had put in here so they could get rid of them. and, of course, that didn’t include him. after all, he only had a little smoking problem. it wasn’t like he saw things or was tempted to commit suicide. he was dying, he knew it. and he also knew he couldn’t do anything about it. why should he have tried?

mason’s fingers were wrapped around the almost empty packet of cigarettes in his pocket, holding onto it tightly. this packet was probably the only that could make him relax and be happy, around here. he had lung cancer but he kept smoking. he was aware of how stupid that was but all of the people who tried to help him had absolutely no idea of how hard it was to keep from smoking, to stop when you had been used to it your whole life. it wasn’t his fault. it was his parents’ fault. they were the ones who had been smoking like chimneys when he was younger. his whole childhood, he had been breathing secondary smoke from cigarettes and they found it strange that he had started smoking so young. yeah right. they were idiots. when he got out of his room, the boy didn’t even give a glance at the picture that was stuck on the wall right next to his door. it was a picture of him, his father and his mother in front of a christmas tree without any gifts under it. it had probably been taken when he was around four or five years old. to him, his parents were dead. they had been the ones who had decided to place him here after he had ended up in hospital. he hadn’t even had a word to say. it had been their decision and not even a bit his. even though he was eighteen, he had no say in it. his parents were still the ones deciding for him and that was mainly why he couldn’t wait to be twenty-one. then, he could do whatever the fuck he felt like without having his parents be on his back the whole time. thing was, he wasn’t sure he would still be living in three years. maybe he would be laying six feet under the ground. but did he even seem to give a fuck. hell no. whatever. he did as he had always done before. he went with the flow and just let things happen. if destiny had put him here, there was a reason and he should just wait and see what would happen. mason walked through the hallways, not really looking where he was going or who was walking by him. and he knew that people who walked by him probably didn’t give him a glance either. so why bother? both of his hands were stuck in his pockets, something that the nurses and guards wouldn’t have allowed usually. but somehow, now, they did. he was certain he had met a few while walking, though, now of them had stopped him to make him take his hands out of his pockets to see what he was hiding in them. it was a good thing. if they had caught him with the packet of cigarettes, he probably would have been locked up in his room for a few days with the only visit of his therapist every now and then. which, by the way, was the last thing he could possibly want. he guessed it was luck, or that destiny did want the nurses and guards finding out what he was hiding in his pockets. for once, destiny was helping him. it was rather surprising. he had never really had any luck before and now, he wasn’t at all complaining. in fact, it pleased him.

after a few minutes walking through the hallways, mason got bored. it was rather easy to get bored around here. everything was just so plain.. and boring. after all, he was in an asylum. even though it had been almost a year since he was here. he had never gotten used to the blank walls and the empty feeling of the whole place. he hated it, to be honest. for the first time since he had left his room, the boy looked up around himself. he was near the cafeteria and behind him was the door that led to stairs that led to the roof. mhm, the roof. that definitely sounded like a good idea to him. after one last glance around the hallway, the boy spun around and quickly opened the door, slipping in and closing it behind him. it was so dark in here that he could barely see the stairs. he slowly walked up the stairs, his hand pressed to the cold wall so he wouldn’t fall. soon enough, he reached the top of the stairs, breathing kind of heavily. he pushed the metal door open and stepped outside, shivering a little at first but then getting used to the sudden cold air. he took a few steps forward before stopping and taking the time to look at his surroundings for the very first time this morning. and there, he saw the silhouette of a person. stepping slowly a little closer he thought he recognized the person and he couldn’t help but let a small smile spread slowly across his lips. monica? he said before coming closer to the girl and looking down at her. she was one of the few persons mason appreciated around here. she was nice, calm and, he had to admit it, rather beautiful. he liked her, he liked being around her. it was just like that.. destiny.

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TAGGED MISS MONICA EMILIE VERNE
CREDITS me for template, banner to only SWEETER , @ CAUTION 2.0 and lyrics from ‘hip hop chick’ by forever the sickest kids.
STATUS DONE :3
WORDS ONE FOUR FIVE FIVE.
OUTFIT clickey timezz :3
MUSE all my cds.
NOTES i ramble way too much.