● Ƨɛт Ѧɛ Ғяɛɛ ● || ˩ιтɛяαтɛ

[Zombie Skittles]

⌘ ßℓαїґ †нøґη ⌘

It's hopeless, the end will come and wash it all away
Forsaken, I live for those I lost along the way
And I can't remember how it all began to break
You suffer, I live to fight and die another day

Can you imagine? Being a clone of someone that you know, but not really? You only know how they look and act, because that's how you look like, and your personality is the same as them. You'd have the same name, letter to letter. The same meaning and the parents who gave it to you. Though the clones wouldn't remember their parents, but a picture the people here would give you. You don't share the same memories, because you both live in two different places. For a girl named Blair, it seems like two different worlds. She is in this boarding school for the rest of her life. Or as it seems. She would be to young to give anything to her other self, the real one, but years later she would probably have to give some thing like a kidney or a finger. Maybe even an eye. The real Blair would need later in life. She would lay on the table in the hospital and assume its from someone else, some random person. But they're not, its from a girl looking the same as her. She wouldn't have the idea of that. Blair was sure that people outside of the school had no idea technology like this would even exist.

Blair Thorn lied in her bed. Staring up at the plain ceiling. She knew she was suppose to get up and out of her bed. But she couldn't bring herself to it. Blair turned her head, to look at the boring walls of her room. The adults here didn't let them customize they're rooms. It was just plain white walls, and a Grey carpet covering the cold concrete floor. Blair would have liked to be able to pant her walls a friendly looking color. Maybe like a light blue. She would have posters over the walls, of things she enjoyed. Such as music or something else she couldn't think of at the moment. Blair bit her lip, trying to get the idea in her head, but failed. Frowning, she sat up, with her brown hair covering her eyes. She looks down at her legs. The shorts she was wearing didn't even get to her mid-thighs. It was shorter then most of the things she wore. But no one would notice it, since she didn't go out in her pajama. She wore a light purple tank top with only her skin underneath. The girl didn't wear a bra to bed. That was just stupidity. What girl would wear her bra to sleep? They are so uncomfortable. Grumbling now, Blair moved out of her bed. Slowly moving to her dresser, in a tired manor. She looked in the mirror at her reflection. Her sleepy image before her eyes. She needed a shower. Blair sighed and undressed and hopped under the water. Feeling its warm touch on her skin.

When she walked out of her room, Blair had bright blue jeans on the ones she doodled on. They had a star on the knee cap, and some wicked looking swirls on her thigh. There was some other things here and there. She wore a black and white stripped shirt. She had black vans to complete her look. Other then her sliver bracelet. She hated that thing. It was connected to that wrist when she was a little girl. Never comes off, sadly. Grumbling, Blair walks outside, out in the cold air. There wasn't anyone out, other then a guy sitting under a tree. Who looked like he was constipated. Blair gave him a odd look. She knew it was sad building to be in. But they guy didn't have to look like he was going to have a spazz attack. She rolled her eyes. Blair didn't care if he was spazzing out. She wasn't the type who would walk up and ask what his problem was with a stupid look on her face. She would walk away, leaving him where he was. If he wanted to talk, he could come up to her. Which wasn't likely. And if he did she would probably ignore him. Blair yawns and leans against the wall of the building. Watching the other kids do what the do in the morning.

[[ >_< Blah. Posting for Zane later. I got other role plays to reply to. ]]

[Hae]

Ғ L Ƴ N N

Flynn held his breath, like he had been every since exiting the building. Coming out into the fresh air did not help. He was aware of the walls around the place, ones that had felt safe... secure before but now? A prison. Not that he or anyone else for that matter would try to escape it just wasn't thought of. Not a single one knew what the outside world held... what would happen out there... or if they got caught. No that was not something he would be trying. And so he was stuck with the problem of what he could do and he kept forgetting to breath... or stopping himself from breathing. He knew they would come out as shaky, uneven breaths that might give him away. Not that he was bothered about that though, he hardly ever ate breakfast and all the adults seemed to accept that, at the moment at least despite their voices ringing through his head of how it was the most important meal of the day. Students at Hailsham are special, and so it is even more necessary to keep you healthy. "So you can cut us up..." He whispered to himself, or to the ground that he was gradually rocking closer towards. Losing his mind would be an understatement if you watched him, but an overstatement if you knew him beforehand. But no one had ever tried to know him as he kept to himself. Somehow he had twisted around, rocking softly towards the familiar object that was now in front of him instead of behind his back. Blocking his view of the house.



He began mumbling to himself, his words just a lone drone of noise that did not make any sense. He did not realise, or care should there be anyone at all close by everything was pointless now. With his eyes still squeezed shut so anyones approach, would be unseen and unheard above his low deep mumbled. Stretching his arms out, reaching for the tree he tugged himself closer to it as he let out a sound that could be a mix between a sigh and a whimper. Fingers running over the rough surface of the trunk his mind faintly wondered over the possibilities. Sure, nothing was fair in the eyes of a kid, one who did not get what they wanted, a certain toy, object or food they longed for. But nothing like that happened here, people could be petty but they had next to no belongings like a small child. What wasn't fair was giving your body parts to someone else. That was the lowest of all things humane. He did not want someone gaining anything from him when no one offered him anything in return. And so much like his continuous rocking that had died down the same as his mumbling he began scraping at first, the silver bracelet around his wrist. With no seal and no marks being made his actions because more desperate, his wrist smacking against the tree halfheartedly. He wanted it off. And he wanted this all to stop.

[Zombie Skittles]

⌘ ßℓαїґ †нøґη ⌘

It's hopeless, the end will come and wash it all away
Forsaken, I live for those I lost along the way
And I can't remember how it all began to break
You suffer, I live to fight and die another day

Blair sighed, and walked around the yard. Nothing seemed to interest her. Spazz boy was still being a spazz, there was some other kids out and about, but nothing that made her want to listen in on. Some girls were giggling on stupid sh*t like cute guys and all. Some dudes where making up some damn hand shake. And nerds huddling together reading a book. Lame. Like usual. Nothing fun or interesting to eavesdrop on. She would find something else to do later on today. Other then be in classes. Sadly, she still had a few more years to learn, then it would be all over. She didn't have to attend classes anymore. But still be in this damned school. What were they going to do when she turns around 19? Let her do whatever, until her other self needed something from her?

Blair heard things she wouldn't like entering her ears. Narrowing her eyes, she looked at the weird boy again. He seemed really out of it. Mumbling things some that didn't make sense, and others that just were plain rude. Blair stomps over a couple feet to him. There wasn't a huge distance between them. She looks down at the boy under the tree, with a mad look on her face. Her hands on her hips, she glares down at him. Not even noticing that something was wrong with his brain at the moment. "What the h3ll did you just say to me?" She hissed at him. Clearly angry at something he said, that he didn't even notice it came from his lips. Though she didn't know that he was muttering random things and not knowing it come out. She didn't know that there was something wrong with him, she only knew that the boy said something that she thought it was directed to her.

[[ Suckish post >_> ]]

[Hae]

Ғ L Ƴ N N

His skin was beggining to become red and raw around where he was deliberately scraping it against the tree, not even realising it was doing nothing to losen the bracelet, only damaging his skin. He knew how that would be frowned upon, scolded even but he was beyond caring, his lips pressed together determindly as he let out a low whistling whine. His limbs were allready covered in red marks at the joints, from the night. They only strapped down the ones they though would be...hassle. And they definately knew that allready, they allways treated him for the odd scratch, that with their technology healed faster than we would even believe possible.


Grunting under his breath at the pain he squeezed his eyes shut, still hitting the tree that had been some sort of sanctuary to him and now he was beating the crap out of it. Sliding down to the ground, he barely jerked upright at the sound of a voice. Imagined probally, at the rate he was going. He didn't react as such, not in a visual way as he payed the girl no mind. He was resisting though, he was not standing up for any of this before, could no go on with how things were, as if learning even mattered to him anymore. He breathed out a string of words that he could only of learned from the odd student around here and that too would of originated from one of the adults. He buried his face in his hand and shook his head quickly, rolling to the side away from her. He did not hear what she said, his head was ringing and his lips parted repeatedly like he was trying to say something.


"Don't..." He whispered, and it was not clear who he was talking to, if at all. Perhaps himself, telling himself what he thought in his head was a persuasion not to adress anyone that might not be real. Or a plea for her not to make his life worse right now, or maybe he just thought she was one f the adults as he did not hear exactly what she said just sensed her presence.

[CaptainHiccup]

Δžαłεηε Łαǔяεł Ķǔѕћї
I peered over at the talking girl, for she appeared to be saying something towards me. As her lips moved, an average voice came out,

"I'm Eve."

Maybe Eve could be one of my alliances to breaking out of this place the "rulers" call home. This was nothing like home; in fact this was worse than how I imagined prison, now that's saying something. Eve being apart of my alliance may benefit me in the long run, but then again she could be working with the opposing team and may give away any details that I provide her with. If that happens, I'm sure to be dead, however, if she isn't one of Them, she would come in great use to this in-dept project of escape. My thoughts kept rambling on inside my head and after a few moments I almost forgot about Eve. I shook the thoughts away and focused back on replying to this girl, who was just sitting there, waiting. Just before I remembered she had implied she'd want to attain my name, she spoke once again with that soft, average voice,

"I remember you."

I had to double take, for I had not remember ever meeting her once before. Was she in one of my classes? Maybe we've bumped into each other in the hall, of course not literally because even the slightest accidental touch is forbidden in this god-forsaken place. She ceased her speaking so I took this opportunity to introduce myself properly. I stood carefully, peering to the left in right to check to see if anybody was staring, and held out my hand. "I'm Azalene. You may call me Aza if you'd like. Don't worry, I'm not asking you to shake my hand. It's a symbol OF shaking hands. But feel free to put you hand up like mine so we could like fake shake or something..." I gave a slight, half-hearted laugh and smiled. Eve appeared to be the friend or best friend type. Then again, appearances can be deceiving, as the quote goes, "Don't judge a book by it's cover." but isn't that how society is anyway?

[Zombie Skittles]

⌘ ßℓαїґ †нøґη ⌘

It's hopeless, the end will come and wash it all away
Forsaken, I live for those I lost along the way
And I can't remember how it all began to break
You suffer, I live to fight and die another day

Blair's ocean green eyes looked at his hand. The one with the silver bracelet attached to his wrists. He'd been rubbing it on the tree. Trying to get it off, but the only thing coming off his wrists was dead skin, which was forced to leave its place. It looked red and raw. Soon it would be swollen for sure. Blair looked puzzled. And looked that the boys face. His eyes were shut closed tightly. Like he was trying to block the world around him out of his mind. Or just trying to get the pain to leave his wrist and towards his closed eyes. He moved to the ground slowly, then curled up in a ball. Smallest the better, it seemed. The boy parted his lips repeatedly. Like he was trying to get words out of his lips, but didn't have the energy to say it. Blair bit her lip. Now noticing she shouldn't have yelled at the boy. There was something wrong with him. Something that made him different from other kids here. She instantly felt sorry for him. Running a hand through her brown hair nervously, she bent down on her knees, so she was almost the same eye-level as him. She had a few inches to go, but she didn't want to lay on the ground. Standing would have probably made him more scared. If that's what he was feeling.

He spoke the word, Don't, but it wasn't directed to anyone, she was sure. It could have been to her or him. She felt like he was a small child scared of the world, and she was a teacher, trying to make him feel better. Blair chewed on her lip, worrying that she made him like this. But he was whimpering about his wrist. At the thought, Blair looks back at his sliver bracelet. The boy was clutching it tightly. She wanted to bring him into a hug. Blair always had a soft spots for kids who were mental. Even with just a stutter. Blair reached out to touch him, lightly on the shoulder. Then hesitating, and pulling it back. Her hands not on her lap. She didn't want him to feel awkward. "Um.. I'm sorry." Blair looked around over her shoulders. Wondering if anyone was watching. Why would they? Someone who was mental meant nothing to others. They wouldn't care if he died in a ditch. Blair frowned and turned her attention to the guy who was curled up in a ball. "Are you... Um.. Okay?"

[longlive]

〖мιтcн 〗

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Life. Something you would think was just your very own. But now that I had thought about it, it seemed like it wasn't my own. There were two me's somewhere in the world. One was right here, and the other- somewhere. I sighed and rolled my shoulder on the bed. I wasn't feeling energetic and bubbly like I would usually be. It was a terrible feeling to know that you were a clone. At first, I never really gave it a thought. I was like 'Oh, I'm a clone whatever' when I first heard the news. But now- it was a harsh feeling inside of you whenever I thought of it.

I sighed and went onto my back. I inspected the ceiling and its very details even though it was plain white. I was trying to get the 'clone' part of me out of my head. I had no one to trust nor pour my very feelings out to. Everything was just stuffed inside of me like a closet just so full trying to force itself open. Being different was the most lonely thing in the world. Yeah, sure. Everyone at Hailsham was exactly like me, a clone. But I guess everyone had a friend. A trusted friend who you could be the person who would never lie to you or a person who would always be there for me. I had a friendly personality, but I still wasn't the best at making friends.

The room was silent. Just small, group conversations floated in the air. I sighed and wished I had something to do. Even having some music would be fine and it would entertain me. I sighed slowly again and closed my eyes. I didn't know what to do. I never had been so silent like this before. Just thinking about me being a clone made me shiver. I had heard of clones in horror stories which I had always thought they were fake, but all along I was one of the clones that were in horror stories.

[111misc]

Δžαłεηε Łαǔяεł Ķǔѕћї
I peered over at the talking girl, for she appeared to be saying something towards me. As her lips moved, an average voice came out,

"I'm Eve."

Maybe Eve could be one of my alliances to breaking out of this place the "rulers" call home. This was nothing like home; in fact this was worse than how I imagined prison, now that's saying something. Eve being apart of my alliance may benefit me in the long run, but then again she could be working with the opposing team and may give away any details that I provide her with. If that happens, I'm sure to be dead, however, if she isn't one of Them, she would come in great use to this in-dept project of escape. My thoughts kept rambling on inside my head and after a few moments I almost forgot about Eve. I shook the thoughts away and focused back on replying to this girl, who was just sitting there, waiting. Just before I remembered she had implied she'd want to attain my name, she spoke once again with that soft, average voice,

"I remember you."

I had to double take, for I had not remember ever meeting her once before. Was she in one of my classes? Maybe we've bumped into each other in the hall, of course not literally because even the slightest accidental touch is forbidden in this god-forsaken place. She ceased her speaking so I took this opportunity to introduce myself properly. I stood carefully, peering to the left in right to check to see if anybody was staring, and held out my hand. "I'm Azalene. You may call me Aza if you'd like. Don't worry, I'm not asking you to shake my hand. It's a symbol OF shaking hands. But feel free to put you hand up like mine so we could like fake shake or something..." I gave a slight, half-hearted laugh and smiled. Eve appeared to be the friend or best friend type. Then again, appearances can be deceiving, as the quote goes, "Don't judge a book by it's cover." but isn't that how society is anyway?

||| ɛνɛ |||

"Im Azalene. You may call me Aza if you'd like." That's what the girl Eve had been speaking to said first, but Eve's eyes weren't on Aza's, they were on her hand. She glanced up at the girl, green eyes, like a forest in shade, glinting, and deep. Hesitantly she held out her own, pale, slim hand. Swiftly she glanced around her, and was thankful no one was watching, before letting a sly smile slip from her lips. "You don't have to ask," she replied, gently touching her soft, never-injured palm to Aza's. It felt strange; warm. Soft and smooth and kind. Intimate. Carefully, under the rim of the bleak table top, with the grotesque food on it, Eve curled her fingers, making it more of a grasp. Then, as quickly as she had held Aza's hand, Eve blushed, ashamed, almost, out of habit, and took it away, back to her side. Her culture, that she had grown up with, was that touch was wrong. Evil. Bad. Against the law. Punishment here was severe, even if it wasn't physical. And, even with the new epiphony she and her class had had, the habit of solitude, and that indestructable personal bubble, still stuck with Eve to some extent, and made her embarrassed. She felt rude, and crude, but a part of her knew that she shouldn't.
This part of Eve, had, before a few day's ago, been nonexistant. She had been a good student, fine with the rules. She had, sure, broken them with boys a few times, but never felt bad for it. She felt rebelious. but that was because, then, the rules had no meaning to her. She thought they were pointless...now, they had only too much meaning. Too sharp a point. Sharp enough to hurt. To kill.
She wasn't even supposed to be thinking these thoughts, but the pretty brunette couldn't help it, not anymore. Once she had learned that she was nothing but a default button, life and it's customs had taken on so many double meanings she couldn't keep track of it.

[Hae]

S Ƙ Ƴ L A Я

Sky had never gained herself any friends. This was the sad fact of the person she had long ago become, hard and pushy. People listened to her, people did what she wanted. She was just one of those girls, a lot of others looked up to her, followed her but she could never count them as friends. Not the sort of people she had anything in common with despite them trying to be, like her. It was wrong, because allthough she never seemed lonely, had this air about her that nothing mattered besides her and so she must be fine with her own company she was being eaten alive by some sort of unfamiliar lonliness. She heard everyone babbling about the whole clone thing, yet she had not spoken a word to anyone about what she really thought about it. She would laugh, scoff at people who showed their fear, when she too hid her own tears until she was safely shut away in her room.

It was wrong for someone to have so many sides to her, or rather just to hide the real her. It would never come out, and age would neither help nor wear down this arrogance she had grown to wear. She wouldn't last long enough for her personality to calm down and befriend anyone who she did not need to put on an act for. She was suprisingly good at keeping things well out of her mind, burying them deep in the recesses of her head so that she didn't have to think about anything apart from the tray balancing neatly between her fingers, each step parrallel to the other. She had an obession with things just being right... Like OCD in a kind of way, she had to walk straight, everything had to be straight and so on. No one noticed it, they just counted it as one of her little ways to make everyone believe she was not dying on the inside.

Without a care for any of the other students, not right now as she shoved past them, unseeingly to the staff dotted around the wide hall, watching them scatter like sheep she grinned to herself. And not a care about their futures, that it was not only her having to go through this but every one of them. That did not matter as none of them were worth anything to her. She was yet to perhaps find someone that she actually, faintly and secretly cared about. Now all she had to do, just to prove maybe to herself after the faint hesitation outside that she still had it going for her she strode over to a random table, one in which seated many kids engrossed in their own conversations, many just staring distantly at nothing. She wondered if they had allways been like that of if it had been brought on by all this... laughing on the inside that they were suffering. She also laughed outside when she slammed her tray down between two unknowing kids seated far apart from each other, both giving startled looks as she sat there. "Move." She hissed simply, watching them scatter, many others following hastily. She seemed unsure of herself today, not knowing why that had not pleased her as much as she hoped. Staring down at her food, not even wondering about the few left seated around her.

Ғ L Ƴ N N

Flynn seemed to snap back to some sort of reality, drawing in a sharp breath as he brought himself into a much better sitting position. With his knees tucked underneath him, legs longer than what seemed to match his body, giving him a lanky look, like he very badly needed to grow into them. He stared at the grass, focussing how the slight wind managed to creep around the both of them to the patch that seperated their space, the tiny blades all drifting in one direction and then somehow managing to work their way back to where they had been before. Focussing on this helped him calm down, cradelling his hand, now bleeding slightly in his lap, staring down at it as the ache slowly advanced and the realisation that it had done nothing to change who he was crept up to him. Might as well get use to pain right?


He had never been like this... or this bad, he had allways been reclusive and shy, left out and a loner but the worst of his little breakdown was over. People delt with things their own way and he was starting to get a little colour back into his face. He hoped this girl didn't connect the sounds of his muttering to the screams he let out in the middle of the night, not by choice but by nightmares that had suddenly been forced upon him. His nervous gave flitted from his hand and the grass, slowly gliding over to her, embarassed and unsure as he stared at her face for a moment, wide eyed. He hadn't known how close she was, and it made him self concious. He scooted away from her, only really checking now that he was finished whether anyone was looking. But only because she had and so it reminded him that it could just make his... social situation a bit worse.


He was perhaps not as... better as he thought, as he could see her lips moving but despite that low buzzing drone being gone from his ears he still couldn't make out what she was saying, his thoughts were apparently more important and he just couldn't think of anything else. She alone was distracting, not in the obvious way, as in the fact that to his eyes she was pretty as it was not the way his mind worked. He was innocent in that sense, as he had not a friend and so he would never begin to think about something like that. His eyes seemed to cloud over again, the weight that had lifted for a small, minor second when he realised someone might be caring about him was back down in force, as he didn't have a clue what she wanted or if her lips moving was her laughing. He just lean his head back against the tree, dark brown hair brushing against his forehead as he stretched his legs out, carefully in the opposite direction of her, his eyes locking on the walls surrounding the garden. "We're gonna die." He whispered.

[Zombie Skittles]

⌘ ßℓαїґ †нøґη ⌘

It's hopeless, the end will come and wash it all away
Forsaken, I live for those I lost along the way
And I can't remember how it all began to break
You suffer, I live to fight and die another day

Blair watched him move from position to position. He was sitting now, leaning against the tree's trunk for support. His hand, it was bleeding. Blair sucked in air, her ocean eyes staring at it. The red liquid moving out of his skin, slowly. Luckily it was gushing out. "Your bleeding.." Blair motioned to his wrist. She was sure it hurt. The pain traveling to each part of his body. Though, he didn't make a big deal about it. He seemed to be focusing on the grass between them. Watching it sway with the wind. The chilly wind. Blair moved her teeth together so they wouldn't chatter. She should have put on a jacket. Goosebumps traveled up her arms. Leaving their white bumpy selves on her. Blair runs her hands up and down her body. Trying to return the body warmth back to her. Clearly, it didn't work out to well.

The color coming back to his pale face, made her feel better. She let air out slowly in relief. Maybe his wrist didn't hurt that bad, or he was really good with keeping his mind off the negative things. Unlike her, she would worry about something that happened a week ago. His hand slowly guided its way closer to her, on the grass. Swiftly like a snake. But it was unsure if it was okay to reach out and touch and grab. Blair looked back at his embarrassed face. His green eyes stared at her widely. Their eyes locked for a moment. Staring into each other in a quiet surrounding. He breaks it, by looking around. Since she did, Blair thought. She wasn't surprised when he moved away. It made her feel sad, though. A frown appeared on her face. She wondered what was going through his mind at the moment.

Could he hear her? His eyes looked at her lips, watching them move from her speaking. But he had a questioning look on his face, maybe he had bad hearing. Or something that you could describe, like a high pitch ringing that comes no where but your head. All you have to do is wait until it goes away. Blair chewed on her lip, playing with her lip ring. Tasting the metal on her taste buds. It didn't hurt how she tugs on the ring. Sometimes if someone would try to rip it out, then yes, it would hurt. But luckily, that did not happen. She was hoping it wouldn't. Her ocean eyes looked down at her jeans. The design on the fabric made from her black marker kept in her room. Under that white pillow lays a different color. The color of the shadows. Blair looked away from her jeans when he moved his legs out in a stretch. It was slow, but finally got to the point where he was placing his legs in the opposite direction from her body. His eyes glued to the wall, that kept the garden hidden from unwanted visitors. Blair gulped at his words. She shook her head with hesitation. Her eyes locked on his, even though they weren't looking back. "No. We aren't. Don't say that." Lie. She was such a lair. But could she help it? No. She didn't want to bring down this guys spirit. Its been already ripped up enough. Look at him, he's definitely sad.