● Ƨɛт Ѧɛ Ғяɛɛ ● || ˩ιтɛяαтɛ

[Hae]

Ғ L Ƴ N N

Flynn had long realised he was bleeding, but then it really set it. Oh... they wouldn't be happy about that at all. They would demand how he did it... they would get suspicious. They might not even restrict how much he was allowed outside... he allready skipped some meals and they were not pleased about that. How much further could they go other than being strapped into his bed... would he even be aware of anything whilst lying there... or would that make it all better? His face suddenly because stricken again, panic flushing it as his started eyes met hers, green and full of anxiousness. He knew not of any different which meant he'd allways feared getting hurt because it was frowned upon. "Oh." He whispered, whiping at the blood desperately, leaving a thin train of it where he rubbed it on the grass but the redness was still there. With each movement his eyes kept fliting back to her, like he was either expecting her to find an answer to get rid of it or that she was going to do something unexpected, something he did not know was included in anything...social.


The last one would be more likely, as he never spoke to anyone, and so he was allready messing up even before he knew she had been there. Nervously his eyes couldn't stay on her face for too long, since this sort of company made him anxious. He looked calm now though, slumped back against the tree, his head tilted enough that if he wanted to he could look right up at the sky. He thought about this now, trying to look at all angles of her words. His hands folded and unfolded on his lap, blinking his eyes against the sunlight as he answered her, his lids lowered so his eyes were half closed. Was there a possibilty she didn't know? Maybe he should tell her, he knew he wasn't good with words but everyone deserved to know. "Y-yes... they'll cut us up, so then we're nothing, we're gonna die.... and then... but i suppose it doesn't matter, not for me because well..." And he began rambling on, more under his breath now, his words jumbled enough that perhaps she could not hear how only he would notice when he was finished and gone. Used up. His face pressed into a cute frown, his words interupted by a irritated adults voice calling from the direction of the mansion. His green eyes shot open, startled again.

[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

The adults weren't going to be happy about this. They would get mad when you ran in the halls. Afraid that you would hurt yourself. Damage something at the real one would need. They were to cautions, as she thought. They watched the kids like hawks for their prey. Kind of creepy don't you think. The boys face flushed with this panic look. Blair bit her lip, watching him rub the blood off his wrist anxious to get it off. Though his green eyes meant with hers. He left a faint red mark from his rubbing, and pink looking skin hanging from his wrist from the cut. There was a dark red stain on the grass. She made a noise. The one where you know it means 'What can you do about that?' Blair stares at it, thinking of a way they could clean it up in some way. Maybe they could find a bird, kill it, and leave it were the blood was? But she couldn't do that, and she was sure that this boy couldn't do it either. She looked back at Flynn. His face looked questionable. Waiting for her to come up with the brilliant ideas. "We -- I mean you, I guess, -- or me, could dig up the grass around the tree, so it looks like there was only dirt around the tree. Never grass..?" It became sort of a question at the end. It was just a theory. She couldn't think of something else without making herself look like a idiot.

His eyes kept looking at her then looking away. Like a dog. They couldn't hold a gaze for more then 30 seconds. Maybe he was just like that because he was nervous. He was looking up at the sky through the branches of the tree at the point. She didn't know what to say to him. All she could do was scratch the back of her head. Blair couldn't tell him other wise. That he was wrong, it wasn't going to be like that. But she would be lying. And she knew that's how it was going to be, so did he. So why should she tell him differently when she couldn't prove it. Blair nodded stiffly and looked down at her jeans. Licking her dry lips, before she spoke again. "I'm---" Blair was caught off by the sharp barks of the adults. Calling them in. Blair glanced at his wrist, then the bloody patch of grass..

[Hae]

Ғ L Ƴ N N

Flynns eyes studied her and his head started shaking slowly, not the same insanity that had been behind it before, just that he knew that the grass wasn't the problem. He held his hand out to her, much like you would if you were offering someone to take your hand but he was showing her the scrape on his wrist. It was something they wouldnt miss when they did one of the check ups. The grass wasn't the problem as all, they could walk away from it. He frowned, his eyes darting to hers repeatedly. He didn't understand why there was suddenly someone... a girl sat before him all of a sudden after years of sitting by this tree alone. He suspected one day someone might show interest in him but he allways wondered what they wanted. She didn't look like the kind of person who was desperate for a friendship either.


It was hard for him to look people in the eye, so he focussed his attention on her jeans. His head tilted, like he was trying to get a better look at the patterns she had drawn on them. He was trying to distract himself, hoping that he was hidden enough that they would go away. They might be able to see Blair but then no one would expect him to be with anyone else anyway. "I-i...better..." He muttered, his head snapping up when he heard his name being called again. Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, it only just hid his wrist. He pushed off from the ground, getting a proper look at her when he was towering over her, giving a longing look to where he had been sitting before, backing away and shuffled, his feet dragging with that lazy long legged gate he had about him, his head lowered submissively as he looked at the supposedly kind face of the staff member. He didn't even listen to what it was she wanted him for, he hesitated, lifting his wrist up to scan his bracelet to go inside the building again when her eyes narrowed and she caught hold of it, twisting it in different directions and asking him what had happened. His only reply, as usual was a blank look acompanied by his silence.

[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

It might have seemed like a awkward moment, just staring at each other. Studying each others face. He had bright green eyes. Very eye catching. His hair was dark brown, unlike hers it was a lighter shade with blond highlights. He showed Blair his wrists. She bit down on her lip harder, looking at the cut from the tree. She would have taken his hand, looking at it more. But then, she couldn't it wasn't allowed. Blair looked at his face again, it seemed depressed. Why didn't she come and talk to him before? He must have been confused why she finally spoke to a boy sitting by a tree alone all these years. He must have a horrible social life, much like her, but she could tell his was only to get worse. Kids would just pick on a guy like Flynn as if he was air, breathing it in.

They called a name, they way his head snapped back to the voice, she assumed it was his. She nodded lightly, looking at his wrist again, which was now stuffed into his pocket. He was going to get in trouble for this, she was sure of it. Blair watched him get to his feet. Towering down at her. Taking a glance at her features one last time, before walking away to the Head Mistress. She couldn't have her yell at him. Blair scrambled to feet in a rush, falling to her hands and knees once, because she was in such a hurry. When she got to Flynn and the lady who looks at the sliver bracelets, the women was studying his writs, looking at him in a way that was mad, but curious about what happened. Blair came up to the women, with a guilty look. "I-I'm sorry." She sniffled, like she was about to cry. "I- I had t-this sharp b-branch in my hand. A-and I was angry, and and he was in my way, and I just lashed o-o-out on him." Blair looks at Flynn with sad eyes. Her bottom lip out, in a puppy face. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault." Her hair covered her face from the lady. She gives Flynn a look that meant to go along with it. Then she looks back at the adult. She holds out her hands ashamed. "You can take me to the Head Mistress now..." She sniffled again.

[Hae]

Ғ L Ƴ N N

Flynn was allways terrified of these people, they didn't even have to do anything to you, it was just the way you were all brought up, to fear breaking the rules. Some chose to do so anyway, recklessly but when it came down to it anyone would hesitate now that the price would be possibly getting your limps chopped off that much earlier. But he was dealing with it, reminding himself to deal with his emotions in other ways. Take it out on his surroundings or let that anxiety burn inside him without becoming overwhelmed. With the Woman holding his wrist, looking down her nose at him, but holding him delicately. So as not to injure him... no his body, and also because. Well he was a clone. He only just started to realise how they discusted some people despite their sucess rate.

Nevermind...the worst they could do was obvious, but would not unless it was needed. They could just stop him from going outside, they had a record of the things they enjoyed and would take them away from them as long as it was not any risk to their health. Like taking away exercise. If they enjoyed it that was. His eyes lingered on the girl who he only asumed was showing concern, was trying to acompany him into the nurses room but then you only ever went in there alone. His jaw slowly dropped, gaping at her. This was unthinkable to him, he had no idea what she was doing or her reasons behind it but the Woman stopped staring at his wrist long enough to sieze hers, seeming to look past her lies for a moment, but then again she knew Flynn was a loner. Everyone did. Allthough this was out of character of this particular clone she would act on it, staring down at her disappointedly. "Violence is frowned upon in Hailsham." he words echoed through Flynns ears as he carried on staring at her. The typical words, bland and harsh that were spoken about allmost everything. "You will come with me." She said, scanning her bracelet as she pushed the door open, both of them held in each grasp.

But suprisingly he kept his mouth shut tightly, after managing to close it after his suprise he just stood there. His eyes allready wide as he nodded his head and moved as far away from her as he could. He didn't know that it would be the right thing to do by trying to get this girl out of it, since after all it was nothing to do with her. It was too easy for him to let someone else take the blame, when he should of been a good person and tried to uncover her lies. But he stayed silent, his eyes flicking to her as he shuffled after the Woman who was swiftly dragging them down the corridor. She stopped, outside the bottom of some individual stairs leading up to just a pair of wide wooden doors. "Up you go." She snapped, after flicking her scrutinizing gaze between the two of them. Perhaps she knew, but that did not matter. She was allready dropping her wrist and herding Flynn towards the nurses room, with him dragging his feet in his attempts to look at her, his frantic green eyes locked on her face as he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

[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 felt like rolling her eyes at the women. Her words was more like 'Blah Blah Blah'. She already knew this crap. Blair nodded at the women. "Yes, I know." Blair whipped the bottom of her eyes to complete the act. She nodded again, letting the women scan her sliver chain of hell and hold onto it, so she wouldn't run away. Yes, like that was going to happen. Blair looked away from her, so she could roll her eyes. Did she really think that Blair would run away? She wasn't that stupid. Blair noticed Flynn's jaw dropped in surprise of what she was doing. She could only smile, her ocean eyes glowing With her free hand, she took the index finger on put it to her lips. Winking at him, before the women pushes them through the door, guiding them in the halls. To the nurse, and the head mistress.

Blair watched him move away from her. She smirked and looked back ahead. I cant believe your doing this. The words bubbled in her head. Your going to get in so much trouble. They're going to cut you open, when you don't need to give anything at the moment. They're going to trap you in the plain room for like a year! You wont be allowed to have access to talk with anyone any more. Her mind kept babbling on. Then she paused, almost stopping in her tracks, if the women was pushing her through the halls. Is it worth it? Blair looked over at Flynn. How would she know? She still needed to see how the high mistress was going to punish her. Blair sighed and looked at the tall wooden doors. Slightly afraid to go in there. Blair watched them go. Seeing the boy drag his feet, so he could look at her again. She waved him off, shaking her head with a worried smile on her face. Then she brought up her index finger to her lips again, making a small sh. So he would keep quiet. Blair turned her back to Flynn and the women. Her ocean eyes on the wooden doors.

Blair gulps. Her eyes widening. Was it really worth it? Maybe.. Maybe not. But the boy had enough done to him already. She couldn't let him be punished again. They should treat him with more respect, since he's mentally damaged. How should she enter? Sad and depressed? Angry and rude? Happy and joyful? Blair mentally visuals how they each would end up. Then she had it. With a glowing face, she opens the doors in a dramatic way. Her head up high, as she enters the room rudely as possible. Through her ocean eyes she watches the Head Mistress jump at the loud noise. Then give her a stern look. "I'm here for hurting another student." Blair says as if it was nothing at all.

[Hae]

Ғ L Ƴ N N

Flynn couldn't sit still when he was shut in the room, pulling himself up onto the bed and swinging his legs anxiously. It was hard going from someone who resented the fact that everyone else managed to make friends and he just didn't have it in him. No matter how hard he tried he just got laughed at. To someone who found someone else looking out for him, doing something that he would never of done for someone else. Not even in a desperate attempt to make friends. It scared him slightly, the fact that he wasn't sure what she expected from him when she got out of this. They probally wouldn't be allowed to be seen together so if she thought this was a way to make friends then he didn't suspect it would be sucessful.


Watching them fix him up with a bored interest, the fact that he had various scrapes around his wrist signified no such attack from anyone really. They didn't say anything because they honestly didn't care. They only cared about the condition of the body and they would just keep a close eye on both of them, they were suspicious. He looked away when they just cleaned it up and put a bandage over one of the worst bits but when the blood was cleaned up it was nothing. His neck reddened slightly at the fact that he had been stupid enough to get this girl in trouble. It was a lot to deal with especially since he was confused. He didn't even know her name. Kicking his legs even after then were done there was only really one thought running through his head. Why. Why? Silently he slid down from the bed, his eyes darting around the room to pick up on whatever else they might have planned for him. But they just forced a smile and nodded towards the door. "You may leave now, Flynn. Go and get yourself some breakfast." It was an order not a suggestion, a stern look added to it that said that they were watching him. Hurrying as quickly as he could into the dinner hall he got his food, sitting down in the corner of the room that held normally no people. One that was known as his because everyone else avoided it. And him. He didn't even pick at his food though, brushing his feet back and forth across the floor as he stared down into it, watching his reflection in the soup, his head kept up with his hands on either side of his head, over his ears. He was waiting, not sure whether the girl would even be aloud in here after she was finished with. Whether she would even come out again... he shuddered violently at the thought, feeling selfish that he had let her do it. Violence wasn't as common in this school, but when it happened it was a fight, not an attack. Een though it wasn't serious... He closed his eyes, sitting at the far side of one bnech, obviously saving a space for her.

[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

"Don't walk into my room that way, young lady." The woman's cold gray eyes look at her sharply. "Though, I'm not going to send you back, and walk in again, with more grace." She stood up, brushing her shirt and waved Blair to come in. "Close the doors behind you." Her voice was like nails on a chalk board. Blair scrunched up her nose and turned to close the doors, Rolling her ocean eyes as her back was turned to the Head Mistress. "So you hurt another student, hm?" Damn, she was so annoying. But Blair only nodded. "Yes.." She talked in an annoyed tone. But the lady waved it off for now. Blair walked to a chair, and sat in it. Looking at the Mistress with her eyes widened. Waiting for her to speak. "Its against the rules you know." She spoke while moving out from behind the desk, so she could get close to Blair to attack. "And Its going to cost you." Blair nodded. "Yes, I know." She rolled her eyes once again. The woman's face flushed with anger. "Don't talk to me like that young lady! And roll your eyes once more, and they'll be out of her head in a second!" She growled. Blair froze in place. Though, she shouldn't be shocked.

The women moved a knife out from her back. Blair moved closer to the chair, trying to get away from her, even though she couldn't. She rubbed her fingers on the blade. A smile on her face. Then she looked at Blair, with a face that looked like she was dead. "Give me your hand." Blair held out her arm slowly, biting down on her bottom lip. Her breathing becoming fast. The head mistress snatched her arm at her wrist, twisting it until it became a horrible sprain. Blair cried out. "Ow! OW! Let go!" She struggled for her arm back, but the Mistress held on tighter. Making Blair wince. She opened her palm with those dead wrinkly fingers. This smirk on her face, like she was enjoying it. "Sit still my dear, or its only going to be worse." Her tongue looked like a snake the way it moved on her lips, as she digs the knife into Blair's palm. Tears streamed down her face. Her body shaking. The Head mistress lifted up the knife, looking at its blade. Studying Blair's red blood. Then glancing at Blair. "If this happens again, your finger would be chopped off." She hissed, and cut all her fingers, to make her cry harder. Then she lets go of the hand, letting Blair grab it by the wrist, she looks at the woman in disgust. "You are dismissed." The Head mistress nodded as Blair runs out of the door. Clutching her hurt arm. Blood spilling on the tile floor. Where should she go? Nurse or somewhere else? Blair swallowed air, her twisted wrist slowly become swollen. Blair makes her way to the cafeteria. She needed gross food to keep her mind off the pain.

[Numina]

ιναιηє єℓℓιє тιηѕℓєу

When Ivy woke up that morning everything seemed different. Her whole perspective of life. Not only had she heard about what they really where yesterday, and what was going to happen to them sooner or later, she also found out why her older friend had left all over sudden. Without ever saying goodbye to her. She kept her eyes shut. Focusing on positive things was always the better way to deal with things and so she always tried to make the best out of it. It was still dark outside and had turned her alarm clock off out of routine, barely even noticing she did it anymore. It was hard to get up today, but she had to now so she could still run for a bit before everyone else would wake up. She stretched herself like a dog just waking up, big yawn included and stumbled out of bed. She got into her running clothes on and sneaked outside the way she always did. Taking the small hallways and a side-door.

The fresh air couldn't have felt better. It was a bit too cold, but that didn't bother her too much. With the birds singing their morning song and the sun on the rise everything looked perfect. The secret the building held couldn't be kept better than with this gorgeous view. As her pace got faster her mind started to work again, thinking about the coffee she would get at the cafeteria. The only nice thing apart from water they had there. She wondered how long it would take before they would take them. Her friend had kept it hidden very well. Wouldn't they be allowed to talk to the others about it at all? Would they be locked up and away when the surgeries started? There were tons of questions running through her mind, pf which she couldn't even answer one of them. Either way she kept her body fit and healthy. Maybe there was a chance she would survive longer this way. Even though she knew she wouldn't live for more than probably ten more years now she wanted to enjoy life as much as possible. Some people died without knowing they would, and they wouldn't have a chance to prepare. But they did, and somehow that made her feel more in peace with it. When she came to that conclusion her daily round was over. She went to her room again and took a shower. It felt so good to her skin, the steam surrounding her body. It helped emptying her head.

Once she was done with all this she went on to the next morning ritual. Coffee. She smiled at the thought. She walked there in her own confident way, but when she got there she was surprised. There were a lot more people in there than usual. It was a strange event, seeing a girl badly injured in here. What would have happened? Curious as she was she decided to sit close to the place the others where, hoping she might be able to eavesdrop.

((I'll post Julian's first post later:) ))

[MBRShorse]

(WIP! Almost done!)

✗ As I'm Known ✗
Name ::
Ophelia Annette Jones
Nickname ::
If you refuse to call her Ophelia, then simply call her O.
Age ::
17
Gender ::
Female

✗ Underneath My Mask ✗
Orientation ::
Straight
Crush ::
None
Boy Friend/Girl Friend ::
None
Personality ::
Ophelia was named after the suicide girl in the Shakespeare play Hamlet, and though Ophelia is hardly suicidal, she does share many of the crazy traits her Shakespearean counter-part holds. Often times, the girl becomes completely lost in a thought to the point that she falls into a trance-like daze. For hours, she will contemplate the genius of a dictator or the inner workings of a revolution. This can get her in trouble, though, if she “nods off” in inconvenient places, such as in class.

When it comes to socializing, Ophelia loves to talk, though her subject choices are very strange. But unlike most people, when others don’t seem interested in what she has to say, she furiously continues discussing the topic until people listen to her. Luckily the girl is very charismatic, so people tend to give into her wishes instead of leaving in anger. Thus, Ophelia has many acquaintances and some even seek out her company when they are bored. Astonishing, I know!

Finally, Ophelia has high expectation for those she chooses to “hang” with. She demands competence and mature behavior. She doesn’t wish to associate with those who enjoy “fart jokes” and non-classical music. Only intellectuals please!

Yes, she is strange, stuck-up, and kind of annoying, but people can’t help but love this over-worldly, pink headed character.

History ::
Opting out on this part.
Likes ::
-painting
-classical music
-Victorian novels
-Documentaries on odd subjects
-herself
Dislikes ::
-the dark
-rap music
-heat
-lectures
-dystopian novels
Fear(s) ::
Nyctophobia-fear of the dark
Deformities::
None, for now.
Donations completed:
None, for now.
Other ::
Nope

✗ Cheese! ✗

Picture by WildRainOfIceAndFire on Deviantart.

General Description ::
Pink hair is the first thing everyone notices about Ophelia. It is impossibly long and incredibly soft, but always put up into intricate up-dos, thus few see its natural glory. To accompany her pink hair, Ophelia wears matching lipstick and many feathers. This makes her look as if she belongs to a circus or freak show rather than a school. This idea is further added to when one takes in her attire, which would probably make Lady Gaga proud. She wears crazy shoes of different colors and height. Black tights always adorn her slim legs while a brightly colored skirt covers the lower part of her body to the knee. Wild blouses with ruffles and crazy patterns cling to her torso. The funny part is this clownish attire actually looks good, as if Ophelia had been a model pulled out of Vogue.

Ophelia herself is quite pretty. She has a long, narrow face with a narrow nose to match. Her lips are small and her grey eyes are accented by various shades of colored eye shadow. Her legs are longer than her torso, and her fingers are longer than her hands. People describe her has a pixie or an elf because her skin is as white as porcelain. Maybe she is secretly a doll that came to life. Who knows?

Hair Color ::
Blonde, but it is currently dyed various shades of pink (if that is allowed...)
Eye Color ::
Grey
Height & Weight::
5'6" and 130lbs
Body Malfunctions ::
None
Distinctive Features ::
Well, the pink hair is pretty distinctive, but she has a strange, almost heart-shaped birthmark on her ankle.
Other ::
None

==========

✗ As I'm Known ✗
Name ::
Lucas Fredrickson
Nickname ::
Luc
Age ::
19
Gender ::
Male

✗ Underneath My Mask ✗
Orientation ::
Bisexual
Crush ::
None
Boy Friend/Girl Friend ::
None
Personality ::
Luc is of the quiet type. He prefers listening to speaking, mostly because he feels as if he hasn’t anything interesting to say. And even if he did have something to say, he highly doubts anyone would listen to him. So here merely listens to everyone else and contemplates every word that falls from their mouths. He seeks to learn as much about human nature as possible so he can accurately pen stories about various people and their lives. He also searches for melodious phrases that can be turned into pure poetry. Thus, he listens.

Luc spends most of his time alone reading or writing. He doesn’t like his quiet haven to be disturbed because people simply make him uncomfortable. He is terrified of offending others, or possibly looking like an incompetent fool. But he does secretly care about others. People he has never talked to stay close in his heart, so when they are in need of help, he is more than willing to help them, much to their astonishment. He is the loyal dog that lurks in the shadows so no one can see him.

So, Luc is the quiet on no one notices, but he is silently creating a magical world on paper while he watches over everyone around him.

History ::
Opting out again. Can' think of any good history.
Likes ::
-poetry
-writing
-meditation
-cats
-solitude
Dislikes ::
-loud noises
-large crowds
-small spaces
-bood
-narcissits
Fear(s) ::
Cloisterphobia-fear of small spaces
Deformities::
None, for now.
Donations completed:
None, for now.
Other ::
None

✗ Cheese! ✗


General Description ::
Luc is a rather plain fellow, but always kind looking. A large, thin, but prominent nose sits on his long face, smack dab in between his soft, blue eyes. His mouth is usually a mere, thin line across his face since her neither smiles nor frowns. Brown hair sweeps across her fair forehead, but firmly sits above his ears. Luc was never one for the crazy, shaggy hair-do. He likes to look respectable. Unfortunately, he comes off as a bit awkward since he is very tall, but also very thin. Scrawny is a perfect word for him, but the lack of muscle leaves him looking like a wimpy kid than the “respectable man” look he is going for.

When it comes to attire, Luc continues to be simple. Even though he can be described as a brooding artist, he doesn’t have the “emo” look. He wears simple, neutral colored t-shirts and sweaters, depending on the weather. Jeans neither saggy nor skinny adorn his legs. The only bit of color is seen in the red high tops he is always wearing on his large feet, and sometimes color can be seen on the scarves he wears around his neck occasionally. In the end, he is a plain and simple boy, but very friendly looking. No one is afraid to approach him.

Hair Color ::
Brown
Eye Color ::
Blue
Height & Weight::
6'2" and 173lbs
Body Malfunctions ::
None
Distinctive Features ::
None
Other ::
None

(Finally finished!!!!! If I'm accepted, please tell me where I should start out.)