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Post by ace on Jan 20, 2010 15:33:12 GMT -5
fuck. the word itself was the sole thought that stumped her mind from concentrating on more important issues. fuck starving children, fuck the homeless, katya was stuck in this dump and left high and dry. no booze, no drugs, not even something to help pass her time. compared to this rehab was a breeze, it was magnificently fun as well, spending hours plotting her next escape took up the vast majority of her time however a week into her stay here she had yet to even try. instead kat had been preoccupied, convulsions ran through her cold flesh, her eyes were almost always fixed directly ahead of her and she currently had the feeling of wanting to tear away her own skin. this was sobriety, this was freedom, this was fucking horrible. she awoke in a mask of her own sweat, fingers drew into her hair as she gripped it at the roots, even her new collection of shiny things couldn’t give her a warm buzz. the only thing she had to ease this constant need was a few lousy pills, to calm her they said. it took away the burning yet would leave her restless, she needed a drink and if she couldn’t find some source of it around here then she was going to have to start her escape attempts pretty soon. if they knew what was good for her they would put her on a constant drip of distilled vodka or jack, at least it would keep her content. angry yet content.
on shaky legs she climbed from her bed and stretched her arms above her head. wavy blond hair was stylishly messy however she simply didn’t have the will to spend an hour in the mirror fixing it up to look exactly the same today. she was just going to have to go natural. yesterday’s eyeliner still looked fairly neat with few smudges, her lack of make up though caused her natural freckles to lightly dusk across the bridge of her nose and across the tops of her cheeks. a look she didn’t usually go for but today was special, she couldn’t give a toss. an old black shirt hung elegantly about her form, dropping down to end just below her backside and covering just about what needed to be covered. shuffling her feet into a pair of black boots that reached an inch or so below her feet, a pair of gold rimmed wayfarer style sunglasses hid her pained eyes and she was all but done. how was that for effort? fingers propped up her tired hair and forced some amount of life into it. this place was having it’s affect of her, already she had lost weight, grown tired of this constant state of clarity and contemplated suicide. alright, so suicide wasn’t taken seriously, she in fact laughed at herself when it popped into her head. messing with someone though sounded pretty entertaining, she just needed something to occupy her poor sober self.
walking in a state of agile confidence, it seemed she was almost unaware of her half dressed state. there was a rhythmic sway to her hips, she couldn’t help but walk like everything was hunky-dory. considering making her willing visit to receive her medication katya instead decided that today she fancied a chance, they could come to her if they were so desperate to give her a few neon pills. she was content with the numbing pain in her abdomen and head for now, even her chest felt tight and she was constantly aware of being cold. skilfully she managed to avoid every body making their way to lunch most likely, katya was a late riser and she had no intentions of changing that just because she was here. she wasn’t hungry yet, something about being here had been churning the pits of her stomach for days as she tried to recall the previously decent food she got back in the previous few days of being home. her family were absolute idiots but they had a habit of throwing together a mean meal. with that thought her undernourished stomach grumbled only it wasn’t for the food she craved, it was in want of her morning drink. it was like easing herself into a day when she drank, into her final few weeks in school she and those who floated towards her because her self destructive habits were on trend would sit on the football pitch and drink.
to silent it, one delicate hand slipped under the fabric of her shirt, and pressed to her stomach. her fingers turned into the flesh to grip it tingly before releasing and allowing her shirt to drop back down passed her underwear. the shirt she had on was complete with a ‘ninja turtle’ logo. she used to get up early every sunday just to sit in front of the television and watch it, at the age of four whilst she was still full of naivety, she and a boy from opposite would insist on playing it almost every day. her love for television shows though had declined from that age, she did after all find far better things to do with her time. shoving open the door to the common room she immediately slumped into an arm chair. sitting sideways her legs were draped over one arm to the ratty material and she rested the side of her head against the back of the chair. with a laboured sigh and closing her eyes behind those dark lenses she allowed the word that had been following her for hours to slip from her lips. “fuck.” …just fuck. |
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Post by dave on Jan 21, 2010 23:39:42 GMT -5
THIS IS A HABIT I'M BREAKING NOW FOREVER ,
I'M WEARY FROM TRYING TO SHAKE IT . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - a breakthrough! they'd said. a miracle! they'd screamed. they'd danced in their offices and cheered their unholy praises, because finally, they'd broken him. david largo, age-old toddler-acting terror of alkaline asylum, had been cured. saved. fixed. no longer did he run through the halls like a literal mad-man, or harrass the guards with his boredom, or horrify the other patients with his hands-on personal-space-invading intrusions. at long last, he was calm. at long last, he was sane. at long last, he was normal. "at long last" wouldn't last too long though. cured? saved? fixed? fuck that. dave had long since gotten over his stages of strip-teases in the halls and sweet, perverted, whispered nothings into the ears of the troubled patients of alkaline, sure, because that had just gotten boring. but now, now he was onto something new; a new kind of fun, a new kind of terror, a new kind of... game.
after weeks of spending every night in detention or simply pacing his room, he'd almost forgotten how lumpy the beds felt. more comfortable than a cold hard floor or steel chair, of course, but dave had still spent much of his night attempting to sleep (for once) and still failing as he tossed, turned, tried to find some way of settling. but he was buzzing with too many thoughts of tomorrow's events that it had been impossible for the wired thirty four year old to even keep his eyelids closed. it had freaked him out a little when he'd been offered something to take to help him sleep. he couldn't recall being offered pills since arriving here. no, they'd either been forced upon (or into) him, thrown at him or (at times when he'd actually wanted his daily dose) visibly tossed away, sometimes into the toilet, other times, the bin; once, one of the guards had even dropped them into the toaster. of course the idiot had been seriously berated and had to buy a new toaster, but the desired goal had been reached because it had seriously irritated dave.
and they wondered why he enjoyed torturing and wearing them out so much? maybe they needed to go back to psych school. thinking about it, dave decided they definitely needed to go back to psych school because 90% of the therapists in here were terrible at their jobs. how anyone got out of here, dave didn't know, although he supposed that some would do what he was doing, pretend to be better and finally be discharged. he didn't have the attention span for that though. it was much more fun to fuck with the pricks and then go back to his old, wild ways, days and nights spent willing away the hours in detention. something was being chipped away in his mind, however, from all the hours alone. thankfully, so many patients got fucked into the detention rooms that they quickly ran out of space to put them and ended up pairing and even tripling up the numbers in the rooms. so really, dave was never on his own for too long. still, it was always long enough to have an effect. dave hated being on his own. too many thoughts to chip away the sense, and although many would argue that he had no sense, he would just argue that he had "dave sense", which only made sense to him. made sense if you thought about it.
so he'd started off the day feeling calmer than usual, maybe because he was worn out from the rough night's sleep or maybe because he was saving up all his energy for later. he had so many ideas as to what he could do, how to piss them off, how to break their little hearts and let them know he was really back to terrorize them, but he just couldn't make his mind up. instead, he'd settled for letting the day carry him through and when it started to get dark he'd make something more of a decision. of course that idea hadn't exactly stuck and by the time lunch was rolling around, he was avoiding one of the older therapists by lounging in the common room -- a place he so normally avoided with every desperate fibre of his body, to his own cluelessness. something about the area just made him feel trapped. like a herd of cattle being led to the slaughterhouse, or something to that delusional effect. dave got a little paranoid sometimes. it was fairly obvious when it happened -- he got all twitchy and restless as per usual, but instead of bouncing around, using up the energy, he stayed in the one place.
like now; he was curled on the couch, one knee pulled up against his chest, arms wrapped protectively around it and head balancing on the cap with his other leg curled in under the first. he was biting his lower lip furiously, gnawing like an agitated beaver as he picked at his nails, of which there was very little to pick at in the first place. his eyes darted everywhere, surveying everything, absorbing every body in the room with careful accuracy (although many were leaving to head for lunch). dave hated these heightened moments, times when he was totally aware of everything around him instead of being blissfully ignorant as per. was it possible he was having a lucid day? of course not. surely he was still feeling mad as a hatter when he'd dared to sneak into the kitchens and pop some laxatives into his most-hated therapist's coffee. he'd felt a good amount of satisfaction at that; not the usual giddy glee, but that was just because he was using his excitement sparingly. right? dave didn't revel in his insane hyperactivity, predatory sexuality or lack of self-preservation, but he was so used to it and lucid days came so few and far between...
his thoughts were interrupted by the dramatic entrance of some baby teeny bopper with a sour face and a big confident swagger of the hips he was far too used to seeing around here. not from her, specifically, no, because dave barely even recognised this one and figured she must be a new lodger, but rather from all the other little terrors running around here. dave didn't mind the youth, figured it was pretty natural for a madhouse to be filled with a lot of teenagers, because, let's face it, teenagers these days were pretty mad. further still, dave was far from mature and a lot of the kids seemed to find it annoying as such, but it still did nothing to help him feel better about his age. not that he had places to go or plans based around the big judgemental number, but common society planted an insecure thought at the back of his head like a very large panda in a very small room. something about it just drew his attention. only when lucid, of course, he realised with scorn.
he scratched at his bare arm, wearing only a black t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. he rarely wore shoes around here, finding it pointless, particularly in the winter when he never went outside (but oh, how he missed the great outdoors). it wasn't like he was strictly allowed outside either. that had been one of the early punishments when he'd arrived. dave had managed though. he glanced at the young, clearly irritated blonde as she sighed and swore. a grin tugged at his features and he watched her with her eyes closed, remembering the same feelings of exasperation when he'd first arrived here. he didn't care to think how long ago that had been, merely acknowledging that it had been long enough. " don't look so stressed sweetheart. it gets easier, trust me. " the words, despite being encouraging to some extent, were spoken in a tone of indifference and yeah, maybe a little bit of that irritation was shining through, although it wasn't like he was irritated with her. anything and everything but her, in fact. for her, he just felt sorry. she looked like she wasn't dealing with her new surroundings all that well. poor thing, bless her heart. she'd learn.
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notes. i'm gonna hope this doesn't sound odd, but i looovve your writing. xD it's got such pretty flow and rhythm and i was gonna plot dave with kat first, but i just couldn't wait to reply to this andandand yeah. hope it's alright. =D |
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Post by ace on Jan 22, 2010 5:10:16 GMT -5
currently wallowing in her own pity oddly enough if wasn’t an invite for others to join. the previous day she had given a nurse her best death glare as she made some sort of strangled child noise in sympathy, sadly though katya didn’t come equip with a fatal death glare; it just made her look like a stroppy child. and so she would fill those stroppy child shoes, only she wasn’t so much a child and getting over years filled with alcoholism by going cold turkey probably wasn’t a common event. it was common for kat though, she had done it several times over. the first time she had tried to kick the habit she spent a months doing any drug offered to her. the girl’s lack of income made her open to handouts and so she was probably taking some dirty, impure shit to start with. much like any other period of come down off a constant high of alcohol, katya was firmly fixed in her own little world where this was the worse pain and suffering anyone would have to go through. her mind was selfish much like her conscious state, little was done for others and absolutely everything was amplified upon herself. she had friend; lots of them in fact however kat was one who had obviously gone for quantity over quality. being around the same few people constantly would force her to tug her hair from the roots, or gouge her eyes out, whichever would be more appealing at the time.
her hands raised to rub her eyes, slightly smearing her eyeliner yet not bothering to clear up the mess she had made. confidence could carry off anything, even fucked up make up. if she was the sort to scare easily she would have jumped at the sound of the voice however her only reaction was a shift in her gaze to where the older male sat. a single brow quirked out of place, she had heard this little nugget of support several times already from the odd concerned member of staff however they all knew her predicament. this guy seemed to have just assumed it would get better, no consideration went into why she was here, maybe she had some brain rotting disease that was turning her mad but would later cause death. in that case though it probably would get better, death is sometimes better than disease after all. her lips pursed into a clenched line, she looked almost annoyed however when her lips turned into a distinct smirk it somewhat lightened her expression. “let’s hope so.” her smile grew slightly in a friendly gesture, this was how she gained friends so easily, simply by not being an absolute prick towards them. the only way this place would get better is if it included alcohol and by gosh was she hoping for that, everything she could possibly cross would be crossed on top of her fingers.
he had a point though. that one comment had caused her previously sleepy mind to spiral into thought. the staff must get stressed with all these moaning kids and nut cases about, who could survive such torment without a drink? that was it! katya had few skills and others often argued much to her disappointment that sex wasn’t a skill. still, sleeping around wouldn’t help her get booze, instead she could put her nimble fingers to use and seek out any staff that liked a drop or two for comforts sake after a shift. she would even put up with cheap vodka at this point, or tequila that she couldn’t drink without retching. even alcoholics had their preferences. though she silenced for a moment, her inquisitive gaze didn’t leave the form on the couch. she hadn’t taken note of him when she entered the room however he was an exquisite creature now she had taken him in to some degree. a face that would be fitted easily to one of the staff yet his body language wasn’t one of authority. definitely nut case. katya had a pretty neat ability to read people with ease however it always took a little boundary testing. even if she knew they wouldn’t go for it she could constantly have to push further, especially with those she didn’t like. her previous therapist her parents had hired had given her a sprained wrist after giving her a sharp shove. to be fair kat had overstepped the line a little by straddling the poor guy with no cause but it was all in the spirit of amusing her little self.
from his status to his illness, it was a gradual shift in thought and one that seemed to naturally occur here. she was curious after all however katya’s good knowledge of people wouldn’t stretch to such information. fingers plucked at the odd strand of wavy hair, pulling it straight and then allowing it to curl back up into it’s previously state, before long it shifted to simply curling her fingers into her hair. her hair had always been a cause of distraction, she had friends who took it one step further though and as children used to chew of their hair. such a habit was unthinkable for katya as even for a young age she had taken pride in her appearance and saliva crunchy hair wasn’t a look she was going for. despite her keen sense of fashion and the was she looked, she had the ability to always look a bit messy, a little homeless. It was something of a charm though she liked to think. fuck being like everyone else, if she fancied wandering around half naked for the day she would. it would be interesting to see if any staff member took it upon themselves to inform her of her lack of clothing, maybe they would consider the poor dear to be more lacking in sanity than she in fact was. katya though was like countless others here, she believed herself not to be part of the insane crowd. she was impulsive and reckless, plenty of people her age or a little older would probably be more accurate were exactly the same, kat was just better at it.
her sixteen years would still at times show however because of her preferences and life choices, life experience even she could come off at least a few years senior. the other girls in her class were never worth mentioning, even the drug happy girls a few years up from herself thought she was either a trashy whore or really cool. her interest in others though was clear despite how little some would think of her, it would only last a short while before she frequently grew bored of a person however her curiosity was quite well held by this guy. “and what exactly made it easier for you?” despite the question being mundane and open to a very disappointing reply, a single corner of her lips curled into smile, what could be considered a lop sided smirk quite commonly found in the drunken sort however many of those traits had permanently fused with even her sober self. she would move with such relaxed fluidity, even as her hand reached down the brush her nails up and down a single bare leg, katya had the ability to appear like she was on something and maybe her mind just hadn’t caught on yet her body was certainly feeling it.
(haha, cheers. everything tends to just splurge out in the way i think, it's hard for me to write all proper like lol. it's cool beans, david is just darned spiffy xD) |
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Post by dave on Jan 22, 2010 8:54:47 GMT -5
THIS IS A HABIT I'M BREAKING NOW FOREVER ,
I'M WEARY FROM TRYING TO SHAKE IT .- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - it was always fun to watch the slightly insecure curiosity of the newbies. whether they were arsonists, addicts or murderers, they all seemed to act in a similar way upon arrival. the mentally ill (such as himself) were generally a little more different, but overall, the reactions were similar, because realistically, they all belonged there. but those were just the lucid thoughts thinking, dave assured himself. still, whether their emotions were guilt, anger, feelings of being wronged by loved ones who had forced them here, it was all very monotonous. some had the big swagger of their hips (or shoulders in most male cases), others were quiet as mice for fear of their company (or even themselves) and then even fewer still had taken the same route as dave and just accepted their predicament. he could remember spending the first day plotting escape routes and ways out, but by his third night he was scheming about far more easily accomplished and more enjoyable things -- torturing the staff. what could be better than vengeance?
he'd half expected a smart, angry comment from the cute little blonde when she first looked at him. there was a momentary lag where she first processed him, then a purse of the lips and then a very tight smile. the three words that followed and the broadening of the smile made dave quirk his head to the side a little. different to his expectations, that was a very humble response for a girl who seemed to belong in the arrogant category. but that was just dave reading into people's movements, appearances and even the slightest twitches of muscles on their faces. like previously mentioned, he didn't like his over-analyzation of people; not when he was lucid, at least, because that meant feeling frustration picking at the edges of his mind, like one of his nails, whenever his assumptions were wrong. he ignored the uneasy emotion, shoving it aside and instead replacing it with more curiosity and interest.
he could see her studying him, examining every bit of him, so he decided to do the same. shifting a little to turn towards her more, he pulled both knees up against his chest now, folding his arms on top of them and resting his head in the crook of his right elbow. his eyes roved over every inch of her, from the messy hair she started to fiddle with mindlessly to the (dangerous) lack of clothing. on another day, those bare legs could quite possibly be too much of an invite for dear old randy dave. some sane part of him took note of that and warning signs started flashing at him, but by distracting himself with the other girl he could ignore the muddled, misguided words and feelings in his head. he had long ago learned to stop trusting his own emotions and feelings; being bipolar, it generally only led him to trouble and over-thinking. either by acting on impulse or planning something out he either ended up hurting himself (or others) out of reckless abandonment or hurting himself out of guilt, self-hate and all those other niggling little depressive feelings that came with a low.
with his arms folded, he could no longer pick at his nails, so instead dave settled for scratching at the scruff along his jaw and chin. he needed a shave. and a haircut, he added, because it was getting to that length where it was almost hanging in his eyes when it wasn't pushed back. this seemed to be a redundant worry, as he ran his hand back through the thick of his roots, because he was always pushing it back anyway. still, he'd have to look into that later. maybe his mild behaviour over the past couple of days would encourage them to finally fix him up again -- of course, after the last time, their hesitation was very, very well placed, but to him it still seemed unfair. we won't go into detail on what happened last time, we'll just trust that dave is dave and therefore, it was something bad.
his thoughts drifted (much more slowly than usual) back to the girl beside him. he missed his mind being in hyperdrive and that realisation struck him with a little horror, so he was glad that she was once again regrabbing his attention. the question made him grin, feeling a twinge of manic delight in the back of his head which he desperately tried to cling to as he recalled his first few weeks. his nose scrunched up a little as he watched her with her little half-smirk and the way she moved to brush her very bare leg. he could already tell that she was going to be a fun one. dave looked forward to showing her around. he cocked his head to the side, as though seriously contemplating her question. not that it was hard to think of the answer. " what made it easier for me? " he drawled, his tongue dancing around the words as he considered the ceiling for a moment or two.
he looked back at her, smirked, eyes dancing with glee as he shrugged a shoulder. " when it got harder for them, " he answered, tossing his head in the direction of the guard at the common room door. " it can get a little boring 'round here if you don't find yourself a hobby. me, my hobby's all about schadenfreude. " dave let out a low chuckle, catching the guard give them a quick look out of the corner of his eye. dave pursed his lips and drew his tongue over them to get rid of some of the dryness. " pleasure in their pain and all, " he elaborated, looking back at the blonde again. " not sadistically, of course, because that might have you thinking i'm here for the wrong reasons, but y'know, if they're gonna be pricks to us -- and they are, by the way -- then we might aswell return the sentiment, don't you think? " he wouldn't ask why she was here or elaborate any more on his own conditions for his residence in the asylum, or his activities in plaguing the guards and other staff. he'd just wait and see if she asked, see what interested her, before giving her any more info. he'd answer honestly enough, although maybe his words would rephrase themselves for his own benefit. they seemed to do that anyway though.
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notes. spiffy's the word for him alright, xD. i can already see him trying to corrupt katya or something, all "young grasshoppa" style too. xD |
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Post by ace on Jan 22, 2010 15:00:09 GMT -5
so far so good, she had already started to develop a certain fondness for this stranger. he seemed to grin and behave like a naughty child yet his exterior didn’t quite match up. katya hated children, she was constantly paranoid about what hidden thoughts they kept in those fucked up little heads of their, what wisdom they held yet didn’t care to share. babies were the worst though, they stared far too much. a grown person on the slightly immature side though suited just fine yet to be fair she had no clue as to how immature this guy could possibly become. she was absolutely fascinated by the people here, slightly annoyed by many but at the same time enthralled. an urge often overcame her to discover every little nugget of information, were they truly freaks? the right old odd balls were those who she took more interest in, the more fucked up a person was the more interesting their conversation. this preference was probably a little on the self destructive side, nothing good could come from befriending a posse of insane yet the vast majority of things in her life were tilting on that side of she scale so why not? as for katya, she wasn’t one who often matched on both exterior and inside yuckiness. she held herself in such a way she could almost appear to be so far up her own arse she couldn’t see where she was going yet she was a social creature and being cocky didn’t get you very much company. she was too lazy to be outright mean anyhow, unless worth the effort.
following his gaze to the guard, kat couldn’t help but become slightly more enthusiastic about her time here. sure, she liked to give the staff a little stick but she had yet to consider being a total pain in the ass for them. having very few boundaries seemed to be a pretty decent trait here, it meant she had no qualms about stepping on a few toes, if it was between the sanity of the staff or her own amusement, she would make she selfish choice every time. her parents had suffered this impulsive lack of boundaries for years, like many teenagers she would have parties when her rents were out of town however they always went a good few paces too far. windows were broken, their perfect lawn had obscenities burned into it and the expensive rugs were beyond saving. each time though her parents would tell her off and import new rugs, simple as. her family was no more dysfunctional that most, the only difference being that they had money and pride, two things that helped to make her parents oblivious to the troublesome girl. it was only was it became clear to other parents how much of a brat little kat was did they decide to do something about it. it just so happened as well that not every girl had a physical relationship with their brother, that had to be proof that neither one of them were perfectly normal though that was one detail she would usually keep to herself. not that many people could take ‘i fucked my brother’ lightly.
if she allowed herself to dwell in the pain of others, katya had such little control she would probably end up turning into some sadistic freak. he seemed wise, knowledgeable about their current home and it was people like him she intended on befriending. people who knew the right guards to fuck with and the ones to suck up to just to get what you wanted, the guards who maybe had some booze hidden in their office. much of this was crucial information if she was going to get over the feeling of her inside burning holes through her flesh. it was in intense need, a great need that she had felt for anything. she could recognise that most other things were just wants, her wants for physical contact, her want for the shiny things other people possessed but she absolutely needed the escapism alcohol would provide and the fearsome strength that just so happened to come with it. like a drunk hulk only that her strength was a deception of the mind. she laughed a dry laugh, hoarse almost but her vocals always seemed to be a bit strained like she was recovering from a night out. every word she muttered was spoken with the same english accent, quite a well spoken one at that however her lack of dedication to pronouncing her vocabulary clearly and correctly diminished that middle class trait of hers.
“what sort of punishment do they dish out here?” she wanted to know far too much, so many questions were trying to crush themselves out of her lips however looking at her you would have never guessed it. she appeared relaxed, almost sleepy though that was simply due to her headache and constant yearning for something to distract her from the need to be drunk, hopefully that distraction could come in the form of drink. she then chewed at her finger nails, this burning was eating her , if she could only have what she craved her stay here would be much easier and far more enjoyable. “do any of the shrinks keep booze around here?” her vocals had the same lack of commitment yet beneath her calm exterior she was itching for him to say yes or she would even settle for a ‘no but some pop pills’. soon she would have to take to stealing medication just to get through the day in some sort of numb lifelessness. whatever they had her on now kept her calm enough but didn’t make her any better, she sometimes would crave for her mind to be gone, gone like the people who sat in the corner rocking and talking to themselves. it would make every day go by so much quicker. ignorance was bliss./
keeping her attention on her company seemed to be the only way to distract her from chewing off her own face…though admittedly that would be pretty cool to watch someone try and attempt. instead of sinking into some sort of depressive silence she spoke up again. usually she was distinctly quieter and less chatty when sober but today she would allow herself to speak more than she felt she wanted to. “i’m katya.” it was a useless bit of information but something she hoped would at least evolve into a reply from him.
(ain't nout wrong with a little extra corruption lol. sorry my post was a tad...flightly lol can't keep focused on one topic, i suffer constant brainfarts after college!) |
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Post by dave on Jan 22, 2010 22:56:41 GMT -5
THIS IS A HABIT I'M BREAKING NOW FOREVER ,
I'M WEARY FROM TRYING TO SHAKE IT .- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - the interest he had originally held towards this fascinating new prospect of a girl had since intensified tenfold. dave was finding that with every passing second this girl was becoming more and more intriguing. different. of course, the rebursts of energy she was fuelling him with were another possible reason for him to feel grateful -- somewhere, in the deepest recesses of his mind, he was utterly horrified and tormented by the realisation that he craved that feeling of mania, that he missed the nonsensical, obscured view of the world and the reckless abandonment that came with it. life was so much easier through the eyes of the maniacally eccentric and insane and right now he was missing being a part of those, of counting himself amongst their number. further still, he only counted himself amongst their number when lucid, which only proved to encourage any downer feelings of depression or self-worthlessness. clearly, it was better for everyone if he was insanely happy as opposed to insanely guilty or suicidal. because a world without dave would be an exceedingly boring one, albeit a little quieter.
the poor guard under their scrutiny was a nervous, young buck. he'd been here longer than dave and knew how things were "run", so to speak, but there was always that tentative hesitation in everything he did that was just too easy to manipulate, exploit, take advantage of. he was innocent beyond belief of the word and dave had to admit he was one of the favourites to torment; although lucky for him, his kind of torment was something altogether very different from the torment most of his peers received. there was something sinful about being properly mean to the poor idiot, and though sinful was what dave strived for, he resorted, instead, to simple problematic situations. a fair example would be riling up the patients in one area of the building and alerting little bill to such in order to watch him try and create some order in the chaos. poor bill.
in so many ways, dave could easily be considered sadistic; in others he could just as easily have been a masochist. really it depended on one's limits, expectations and possibly their openness to believe that everyone enjoys a bit of them both anyways. still, to revel in vengeance against those who have wronged you -- and in dave's mind, he had been wronged very much so by every single fucking employee of alkaline asylum -- well, who was to say no to that? what goes around comes around and all that, right? so maybe karma was a less than suitable argument for his actions. frankly, simple boredom was the main cause. there was only so many things he could build from ice lolly sticks and considering his supplies were running pretty low, what else had they expected him to do in his free time? obediently sit with the other patients, sharing wisdom and knowledge and exciting experiences from his youth? bah humbug! that was just ridiculous.
the grin he gave her was one to rival the cheshire cat's; her inquisition into the punishments they "dished out" around here told him volumes upon volumes of information about her, none of which he could find himself looking to complain about. could this girl be the little gem of a find he'd been looking for? was there the prospect of a real partner in crime here? (because conor was busy with shayna most of the time and zach was far too innocent). he shrugged a shoulder, tweaking an eyebrow in consideration. " nothing overly horrendous, i assure you. newbies like yourself get some basic shit taken away -- permission to go outside, restrictions on food or something like that. eventually they'll pop you some 1 or 2 hour stints in the detention, usually just to scare you off it. " dave's first stint in detention had scared him off it, certainly for a week or so anyway. but he had some serious issues about being left on his own so that was an easy explanation to his fears. since then, he'd obviously learned to deal with it a little bit better; but if he could work this right, perhaps he'd have some company in detention more often than not.
" they just pop you into this little room, sometimes on your own, but they have fuck all space so it ends up getting more crowded than they'd like. can be boring on your own, but in the right company, it's one of the best ways to entertain yourself around here. " the grin turned devious, sinister, became more of a smirk than anything else. lots of fun times could be had in detention, particularly because the guards paid very little attention to what went on inside. dave lived in detention, basically. in fact, it had become common practice for the guards to just shove him in there anytime after 9pm, simply in anticipation of some kind of incident he'd probably been scheming about anyway.
her second question revealed even more promise than the first. a boozehound, eh? how enchanting. in fact, now that he was aware of it, dave could very quickly pick up the signs; the dishevelled appearance, the fluid movements, even the way she spoke, mildly slurred with a cracked voice reminiscent of anyone after a wedding (or a heavy night out). and here he'd just been thinking those were all just consequences of her british roots. the smirk remained and he tilted his head downward, watching her through his lashes in a mockingly scornful way. " well, well. someone isn't pacing themselves. " he had to laugh at this; having already decided he liked this kid a lot, it was just too good to think the poor thing was in here for a bit of alcohol. there had to be something more to it, but this was definitely the biggest thing on her mind. after a moment's consideration, dave nodded, pursing his lips as he glanced at little bill by the door, wondering just how much he was eavesdropping.
in a very graceful fashion, dave slid from the couch over to his new friend, throwing bill a wink in the process before plopping himself down on the floor, leaning sidewards into the chair and returning to the original position he'd held when she'd entered; one knee against the chest, the other curled below, elbow on kneecap and head on hand. he gestured with a lazy head throw towards the guard. " a few of the guards would be boozed up to the nines if you could snoop around their way. pretty sure colbie harris keeps some lying about his office too, but that's like, one of the hardest ones to get into. still, " dave pointedly ran his eyes over her body and back to her face again, " i'm sure there are a few others easily swayed. so long as you knew who to sway, of course. " he turned his attention back to his nails again, although more for an effect of indifference than an actual interest. he was done with fiddling restlessly -- he had something new to distract himself with now. a new toy, a new hobby of sorts. like playdough, in fact; something to mould, fashion into whatever he liked. well, to assume he would ever have that much leverage on this kid would be quite unrealistic, but the idea was one to be fond of, to say the least.
finally, he got a name to add to the face and the legs. katya. how quaint. he smiled, tilted his head again, tested the sound of it on his tongue. " katya. y'know, i think i prefer it in your accent, but i'm sure i'll survive. i'm dave. " the arbitrary ritual of taking one another's hands upon introduction seemed unnecessary here and yet, as much as he despised the gesture, he ever so slightly held out his upturned palm for her to take or ignore. either way bothered him not, he still smirked at her, drawling in a very daunting tone, " welcome to alkaline asylum, " and laughing, softly, quietly and with just a hint of a predatory nature behind it. probably nothing she would pick up on though. just something he noticed, to his own disturbing joy, because it meant he was slowly slipping back into that blissful feeling of... insanity. it was promising and, dare he think it, a relief. this girl was bad for his mental health and he liked it.
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notes. bahh, my post is probably terrible, but i'm tired so it'll have to do. i never proof-read it either so sorry for any errors or bits that don't make sense. xD i'm sure there's an abundance of them. |
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Post by ace on Jan 23, 2010 10:44:07 GMT -5
detention took up a great deal of her time before she left school, even her parents had their own form of it when at home but instead they would lock her in the spare bedroom. a minimal room with fuck all to do apart from sleep off the odd hangover yet the window was always an escape root. she would leave through the window, pounce easily into a tree and make her way to the nearest pub of congregation of teenagers. drinking off a hangover always suited her far better. she would always be back in time for her mother to unlock the door and have a nice little heart to heart, most of these were done with little input from katya, being off her face was rather restricting but even her mother found it hard to tell the difference between her sober and intoxicated. it was only after she began to grow more smarmy with drink slowly turning into annoyance and them full blown violence. being detained wasn’t new and kat found the odd alone time rather refreshing yet she quite often came out with a certain self hatred lingering over her head. with such confidence you would think it hard for someone to dislike themselves in such a way but as far as katya saw it, it was normal. everyone had their insecurities and hers was just how shit a person she was. clearly she wasn’t impressed by the punishments, they didn’t seem much more heavy than the ones the education system employed. at least if she found some foul play she could have a right good time with it and such were her intentions for the near future. pick on the biggest bastards among the staff.
“i’ll have to check it out.” she smiled, speaking of it like some sort of mildly amusing attraction she could just drop in and take a look at. let’s face it, she would probably have to get used to the place especially if she got her hands on drink. two things could happen with katya when she brought drink into the sum, either she would become inconsolably pissed off at everyone or a select few or she would become the complete opposite; a lover not a fighter. it was usually a toss up really however these days she seemed to be becoming increasingly agitated and it was all bursting from her when drunk. that was probably the only reason she was able to be so relaxed now, she wasted all her energy, all of her anger when she was pissed. katya had yet experienced very little in the way of punishment, she had gotten a pathetic shove when she decided to refer to her private region as a ’cunt’. apparently that wasn’t appreciated however since childhood it had been her favourite word just because it brought such brilliant reactions. a word that could cause so much insult without intention had to be a pretty nifty weapon. katya had simply giggled like a child when scalded for it.
she liked to think of herself as a real like jack sparrow only she didn’t have balls and wasn’t a pirate…by gosh would she love to be though. She would be the best darned pirate there was! she didn’t know the meaning of pacing herself, with little self control she would join the ranks of the insane if she was made to live the life of a nun for much longer, a nun that had sex of course though she had yet to see any of that here to. slowly she was turning into some little goody two shoes however that phase wouldn’t last very long, to think she might even regain some colour to her ghastly pale skin was just stomach churning. “what and let them think they’re winning?” a devious grin tugged at her lips and brightened her features. this was all just a game really, these people were going to have a good go at making her a better person but katya liked what she had going on just fine. just like she used to do with monopoly, she would cheat and she was bloody good at it as well. they couldn’t pride themselves of fixing another lost cause if she was still a drunk yob. as long as they didn’t win she would put up with being here for a long time with all the hopeless mental cases. hopefully she would at least have dave to keep her company though she couldn’t quite put her finger on why he was here. sure he was an odd thing but she had met plenty of strange folk prior to this place. it didn’t yet seem worthy of incarceration.
a slight half turned smirk produced itself on her features, moments into the conversation and she was already getting tips on who she could snag some things off. “oh, i’m pretty skilled at getting into places.” some may see her talent for breaking in and escaping a useless one however when many things you did were against the rules she was sure this little trait would come in handy. “colbie harris.” her only reason for repeating the name so that it would stick, like giving a dog a bone she had no intentions of giving it up and she would certainly at least make an attempt to raid a few drinking cabinets. hopefully this guy had some decent taste in booze but at this point she didn’t care if it tasted like paint stripper, she would still take whatever she got. he was certainly giving a good few tit bits of advice and like a good student she nodded along, she was good at getting what she wanted off people, sometimes through charm, sometimes through a different sort of charm and others through sheer force. when she used force though it was handy to have a nice bulky buddy there for backup, looking at her it was probably obvious she wasn’t the strongest of people but she was surprisingly well adjusted to using violence despite her downfalls. he was thinking of shaping her to his will and she was thinking the same only despite her self delusion of control she was usually quite happy to follow, as long as she got her fill out of it of course. their friendship would certainly be beneficial on both side, she was probably providing him with a world of entertainment and she was filling her social needs.
her name probably wasn’t the most fitting, it sounded much softer than she in fact was however she liked it’s softness, she could be delicate and kind at time and with them her name would fit. she always thought dave to be quite a mundane name, she knew many daves and thought it a little dull however it weirdly suited this fella’, he was odd and sort of required a normal time just to make him that little bit more strange. she laughed lightly, glancing down to his hand for a moment yet soon taking the friendly gesture with her own hand. it wasn’t much of a hand shake, she wasn’t very well accustomed to it as the only people who usually tried to shake her hand were her parent’s friends and she would just stare at it like they just offered her a pile of shit. this on the other hand, what was probably more of a brief hold and a single, delicate jerk than a shake was far more amusing. it tickled her how social norms still played a part of an insane asylum, and who would have thought two people who were accused of being not right enough to be here would use such a civil gesture. letting go of his hand she pushed herself up from her slumping position and instead chose a new slumping position as she restlessly flung her feet onto the small table in the middle of the sitting area, not before she used her feet to drag it towards her a little to accommodate her lack of height.
leaning back into the chair she sighed, if she had grown bored over a week how on earth would she keep herself amused for months and god forbid years? her fingers wandered to the arm of the chair she occupied, picking stray threads and plucking them from the piece of tatty furniture before dropping them to the floor making sure she was aiming away from the form below her. glancing down at him she flashed that devilish grin and raised a brow suggestively. “when were you last in detention?” she wanted to see what the fuss about but greater than that she wanted to do something against the rules. not the sort to pay attention to rules she had no idea what was and wasn’t allowed however she assumed general misbehaving wasn’t taken well, anything that wasn’t allowed in the real world.
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Post by dave on Jan 28, 2010 18:31:25 GMT -5
THIS IS A HABIT I'M BREAKING NOW FOREVER ,
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" you should, " he said, nodding encouragingly and smiling, a slightly dazed look on his face. " the sooner you learn to embrace the joys of detainment, the better. " dave spread his arms out and hugged the air, pulling his arms close into his chest and then leaning his head on them, resting them on his knees again. he wasn't tired, just in one of those forms where he liked the feeling of his own warmth. or something. it's what he told himself when he didn't like thoughts of liking his own cuddles. 'cause that was just... odd. but he was odd. everything was odd in it's own way. odd was an odd word in fact. fuck, shut up, the pointless thoughts are a sign of the madness, he thought, with some vague mixture of joy, happiness, despair and frustration. an interesting bunch of emotions to mix together, really.
he grinned at her use of the word "winning". she made it sound like some kind of game, requiring variations of skill and cunning, like chess or some shit like that. y'know, strategy and logic and other seemingly sensible traits one could put into play in such trivial forms of entertainment. he had to admit, he liked their game more. " yeah. winning. " dave grinned at her, mischief gleaming brightly in his eyes at the thought of victory. he'd been a competitive person once. not so much anymore, there was little to be competitive over and there were even fewer people worth competing with. sometimes he'd have a race with zach (and win) and sometimes an argument with one of the less friendly patients could result in a feeling of satisfaction following a "victory", but really, thinking about it, they were nothing to get too excited about. " letting them think they're winning is fun. doing it right now actually. " he leaned in, as though to share a secret, and in a low, soft whisper, he told her, " they think i'm not so crazy anymore; that i'm a little more people friendly. they're wrong. i mean, i am people friendly. it's just... " he smirked, leaning his head back a little to get a better look at her again. " only certain people, y'know? "
it was rare that dave developed a grudge or dislike against someone without reason. he didn't judge someone based on their appearance (usually) because he often found that that was quite misleading (as it had been earlier, when he'd made a few assumptions about katya). still, for dave to actually genuinely dislike someone was rare. he could be ready to rip someone apart one day and the next be all hugs and cuddles and kisses. he supposed, sometimes, when he was all alone and picking through the deeper recesses of his mind, that it was all just part of being bipolar. but frankly, he didn't know much about his "illness" that the doctors hadn't told him (intentionally or accidentally). he looked over at poor blessed little bill, but glanced back at katya from the corner of his eye when she made a comment about getting into places. " i bet. in fact, i'd bet you're exceptionally skilled at getting into places. i also bet the doctors either know nothing about it, or have but a meagre, faint idea of what you can really do. " to say dave's tone hadn't become a little throaty would be inaccurate and to some it might have sounded a little pervy, but really, it wasn't sex on his mind as he said that. rather, thoughts of all the chaos and mayhem they were going to cause together. it got him all antsy and excited, to the point of screaming, but he resisted. barely.
dave had already decided he was going to be calling her "kat" a lot. because she reminded him of a cat, in ways, when he thought about it. she was cunning, sly, deceptive, manipulative; all traits he could very easily associate with a member of the feline family. of course, he might just put emphasis on her full name sometimes, if he wanted to grab her attention for some reason or another, but those ideas were really just endless; sneaking up behind her to whisper it in her ear, maybe make her jump, or springing around a corner to shout it at her and possibly cause the same effect. he abandoned the thoughts, saving them for entertainment possibilities later on in detention. he did that a lot; kept amusing and time-consuming thoughts in a little save file in his head that only got opened up when time started to work in reverse in that little steel room. and it did. when things got so boring and the craving to be running through the open halls of the asylum again became so great, that's when time would pass agonisingly slow. after that happened, it usually wasn't long when he started banging the chairs about to get the guards attention and signify that it was time to give him a little bit of a sleepy dose; just for a bit of peace and quiet for a few hours.
dave laughed at the hand "shake" too, softly and barely audible, but the small amused chuckle was still there. his thoughts, although somewhat less detailed and observant than katya's, were one in the same. two crazy people making introductions and shaking hands. madness. he noticed her grip was light, feminine, reminded him that this wasn't some weapon of destruction he would be playing with, but a fragile young girl with the body and mind of one such -- although to say that aloud would probably earn him a right slap; plus she did act older than she looked and dave knew only too well that "fragile" was not an adjective often used to describe her. compared to his much larger, rougher hands, however, it just seemed fitting. he let his hand fall back to his side when they'd finished their awkward little gesture, running his fingers along the carpet and absent-mindedly enjoying the feel of it against his skin. it had probably originally been a soft, delicate kind of a texture, although it had been ruffled and stamped upon enough since that there was a very coarse, rough feel to it. it made his nerves tingle. or maybe that was just the sanity draining away. his fingers were always the first to have a noticeable return of the feeling of madness; probably because he used them a lot more than any other extremity of his body. well. almost. there was one other little organ that gained his insanity's immediate attention upon awakening. but he had another few hours before that got too bad.
her final question was one that threatened to throw his mind into overdrive, but his remaining lucidity prevented him from doing so; because then she might not get an answer for hours, what with the way his mind worked. every thought led to another thought which led to another and another and another and very quickly it became hard to find a suitable thought to break the thinking on to actually answer the god-damned fucking question. so he managed to stop himself before such problems occurred and instead, all he thought about was the answer. the answer. what was the answer? " when was i last--? jesus, fuck, umm... " he dropped his head back onto the cushion of her chair, his ear brushing against her outstretched legs that rested on the table she'd skillfully dragged over a minute ago. he stared at the ceiling for a moment, chewing on the inside of his lip and running his tongue over the welt that formed there. " uhh, well, just going on.. like, just, daylight and stuff... i dunno, maybe like, two days or something? too fucking long anyway. " he rolled his eyes back, craning his neck a little to look at her upside down, still resting his head back on the cushion. he smiled in a way that might have seemed innocent on anyone else's face. " like i said, they think i'm being a good boy right now. that's due to change today though. "
using his hands for leverage off of the ground, he turned his body around so he was kneeling on the floor, facing into her chair. he propped his elbows up on the small space where his head had been moments ago and instead rested his head on his clenched fists, still keeping that silly little childish smile on his face. " why? " he grumbled, too lazy to raise his head from his hands to speak so that his jaw was doing all of the work, pushing against his fists. " are we hoping to get a better idea of how bold dave is? or, " his eyes lit up a little as he said this, " are we planning on giving katya a little guided tour of the detention rooms? perhaps we should teach you the basics of pissing the staff off and making the most out of it too, no? what do we think? " the collective noun was just another odd thing for dave to do, a unique way of talking and perhaps making katya feel that yes, she could make a decision on what to do now, but that he would most certainly also be doing it with her. he arched an eyebrow, waiting for an answer as his fingers twitched and fidgeted beneath his chin. today was turning out to be a fun day.
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notes. i'll try and get my next reply in, as soon as you post, ASAP, but come monday i has exams and might not be able to get on for long enough. i'll try my best though. :) |
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Post by ace on Feb 1, 2010 13:33:10 GMT -5
katya in general was a competitive person, she would compete over the slightest things but there was a certain pride to be had in winning. at sixteen she could drink grown men twice her size under the table, she could seduce for everything she was worth and was skilled as hell at a whole bunch of things someone her age shouldn’t be. she took pride in this sense of maturity however she had been the sort of child that people used to pity, drunkenly staggering from a pub she would get a mixture of both sympathy and disgust from passers by. quite frequently though they wouldn’t even assume she was barley old enough to legally have sex let alone to drink and yet she looked like she had years of experience. whore, slag, jailbait, slut, all terms that were thrown around far too easily when katya was taken into consideration and yet one couldn’t argue against her skill in such matters. were drinking and having sex skills to be proud of? katya certainly thought so yet ‘winning’ in those areas was rather looked down upon however her skills might have been more appreciated and useful in a place like this. she could play games, she was good at that however there was still much to learn especially when it came to her current residence. dave seemed like the perfect candidate to teach her best about winning in a shit hole such as this and the opportunity would pass easily.
she laughed lightly at the expression used and gave a slight now however didn’t feel the need to comment. Instead she was completely overcome by him and couldn’t help but appreciate him. like a person would look up to a big brother or a role model she was struck by him and though he may not have been overly intellectual or the least bit sane he was just fucking brilliant. katya made enemies easily, especially when drinking, she wasn’t the sort to become irritated and snap at people, ‘are you looking at me?’ just wasn’t her style. even when pissed arseholes she had to have a reason to dislike however the reason could be quite minuscule compared to what it usually to. a too crude joke at her expense, someone she didn’t take kindly too coming onto her or god help a person she disliked sober, they would bare the full force of her wrath when intoxicated. friends in her care were hard to come by, she had people who thought her half arsed attitude was cool, she had those who liked her for her social habits and those who knew she went to the good parties but actual full on friends you were able to confide in were limited. with her habits she would frequently harm those she cared for, be it physically or physiologically she wasn’t considered a very considerate person for the majority of the time.
“ah well, the longer I’m here for the more of an idea they’ll get.” obviously she wasn’t going to be able to keep her habits under wraps for long. they would have probably known about her escapes from a rehabilitation centre and her kleptomania however not all like her would have been so blatantly good at it. she had of course had much practice, she was an avid thief in her younger years even though she was well off. She liked taking stuff and much of her wardrobe consisted of stolen goods. after a while it was done simply for a kick, that slight adrenaline rush that also became weirdly arousing. she would pity the doctor who was paid to ask her such questions as why do you steal only to be replied with a rather crass ‘because it turns me on’. the thought alone made her smile and in fact she placed the comment aside for later use, usually she answered such questions with long drawn out stories that just didn’t reply to them however such a short answer was genius and more so she hoped to cause a few awkward moments between herself and the professionals of this place.
anyone who dared think of katya as delicate would really get something different as she would try to prove otherwise however at times she used it to her advantage. she certainly didn’t dress to be taken as a little flower however at times she was taken as such anyway, it was amazing what a few girlish smiles could really do to get what you needed. compared to dave though she was rather dwarfed yet thought herself greater that she was, what was that called, ’small dog syndrome’ or some shit like that. she was like a chihuahua that viewed herself as a blood big great dane. his change in position brought his head closer and without second thought her fingers tangled among his dark strands and twisted, lightly playing with it. she liked anyone with long enough hair to play with and had a certain fascination with different people’s hair, even her own was a cause of a certain extent of fascination. she had however grown bored of her own, she had felt for every random plat tangled among her maddened waves and the odd curl. katya knew every inch of her hair by now however when she got around to washing it and re-doing it, ti would be a cause of enjoyment once more. for now though others would have to provide such entertainment and she gave little thought to how others would react. giving dave next to no personal space, she had a knack for picking people who were generally fine with her overly touchy ways however there was a first time for everything.
as he tipped his head back she returned his smile. she was in fact rather grateful for his company and judging by the reaction the guard had giving him and his own words, seeing him on form would surely pass a few hours. dropping her hand from his hair as he turned it simply remained against her leg where it fell, his words alone had kept her interested enough to save her from fidgeting. “i think we can find time to see a little of everything. there is an entire day to kill after all.” there was something in her smile, in her expression that she hadn’t felt for days. excitement. she was hoping to save herself from another dull day however dave seemed to be doing it all for her. her back curved as she stretched backwards, arms raised above her head as she clicked as many bones in her restless form as possible. sitting upright, giving the boy her total attention she smiled expectantly. “what are we doing first?”
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