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[. ѕℰℰιиg . тнιиgѕ .]

« Icy De'Nala ¬

I walked to the kitchen, and my eyes wander to some people. I didn't say anything, just grabbed a glass of water and sat down at the table - on the empty end. My brown hair fell in ripples around my shoulders, and I could feel someone's eyes following me. I didn't speak, just sat. Finally, when I was done drinking, I looked to everyone else.
"Call me Icy," I said in my soft voice. It was gentle, just hard and cold, blocking out any possible offerings of pity, sympathy, or help. It was the kind of voice my parents used when they were angry, but didn't want to show it. But I used that voice all the time. Unlike Matthew . . .
I sighed. Matthew was my 25-year-old brother. He was currently in prison; he'd tried to murder me when I was seven - I have a scar running diagonally across my right eye, where he dropped the knife, and the initials ID on my wrist like a bracelet. A permanent bracelet.
I brushed my shirt cuff over it, but a tear along one sleeve revealed it. I bit my lip nervously.

[aberdeen]

Christopher River

Wings won't take me/Heights don't phase me
/So take a step/
But don't look down/Take a step.

Chris laughed at the girls offer to do all that stuff for him. "I'm not that much trouble. I'll make somthing later. Thanks for the offer though." he said flashing her a smile. She seemed like a really nice person. But Chris wouldn't take advantage of that; plus having done things himself his whole life having someone doing stuff for him just felt weird.

He glanced back to Ariana. "Your a vegitarian to huh?" that was interesting he hardly ever met other vegitarians. Infact most of his friends teased him about it and trued to trick him into eating meat at times. It didn't phase him but it was nice to find someone with the same outlook as you once and awhile. "I'm for going to a club, anywhere with booze, girls, and music sounds like a good enough time." he said.


Now I'm standing on the rooftop ready to fall
I think I'm at the edge now but I could be wrong
I'm standing on the rooftop ready to fall

[[writers block. -_- ]]

[Inatae]

{Hayley}
First I saw the letter, heard your secret code,
Telling me walk away, what a waste, turning cold...
Walking back in to get away from the mosquitoes, Hayley's eyes landed immediately on the two girls in the kitchen. As she was crossing over to the fridge, her eyes drifted over to one of them, and she immediately caught sight of an odd scar on her wrist. Deciding not to ask, she also took in the fact that she was wearing very old, torn clothing, and she also had a scar above her eye. Hayley bit her lip for a moment before bending down and taking out a few potatoes.
Turning to the other girl, lounging by the counter with a Coke, she noticed that there didn't seem to be much for her to do. "Can you do me a favour and peel these?" Hayley asked cautiously, gesturing towards the potatoes. "I can do everything else, it's just that peeling spuds is the bane of my life."
Looking over at the girl with the scar, who'd evidently just introduced herself as Icy, Hayley sized her up carefully in her mind. "Hey," she said finally, sitting down beside her. "My aunt gave me this outfit for Christmas last year, except she got my measurements wrong, so it's way too long for me to fit into. I don't even know why I packed it. Do me a favour and help me get rid of it? I don't want to carry it back to London after this is over." She wasn't lying- Aunt Mariana kept getting her and her cousin's sizes mixed up, and sent her an outfit clearly designed for someone 6 feet tall at least. Her roommate back in London convinced her to bring it along, in case she needed it somehow, and Hayley, against her better judgement, had agreed.
Love is pain, oh oh oh
Love is pain, oh oh oh
You're insane, oh oh oh...

[xl Toxic lx]

. : | | T A Y L E E | | : .

She yawned covering her mouth with her hand before seeing a young girl in front of her, she blinked and nodded answering her question. "Gotcha, hun." She opened a cabinet before closing it beginning to look around why holding one of the patotoes in her hand, "Where is the peeler?" She bent down and looked at the cabinets under the sink and around the large kitchen, she flung up and let out a heavy sigh; "There gotta be one around somewhere." She narrowed her eyes putting her hand roughly on her hips shaking her head eyeing everyone in the kitchen.

[[xD]]

[Inatae]

{Young girl? Hayley's the oldest character here. xD}

{Hayley}
First I saw the letter, heard your secret code,
Telling me walk away, what a waste, turning cold...
Crossing over and bending down, Hayley thoroughly examined each drawer until she reached the bottom one, which wouldn't open. Tugging on the handle as hard as she could, she finally managed to yank the drawer out, nearly sending herself flying. "Got it," she announced finally, coming up with a completely brand-new peeler, not even out of the casing. Handing that off to the girl, she reached into the fridge and pulled out some lettuce, which she began to break apart and dump in the sink beside it. Turning the tap on, she allowed the water to fill up the basin half-full before shutting it off and swirling the leaves through until the visible dirt was off.
Love is pain, oh oh oh
Love is pain, oh oh oh
You're insane, oh oh oh...

[xl Toxic lx]

. : | | T A Y L E E | | : .

She grunted and carefully took the peeler out of the box that the girl handed her, as she was working on it she spoke, "I'm Taylee Burn by the way.." She nodded and grinned as it poped up, she headed towards the garbage can and quickly began to peel the patoto she been holding. When she was finished with the first one she placed it in the sink to be washed again, grabbing up a handfull of patotoes and began to peel them; Taylee glanced around and nodded, "What are you cooking anyways? Or, well...making?" She wasn't the best cook, but at least she knew he way around in a kitchen.

[[Failure.]]

[Inatae]

{Hayley}
First I saw the letter, heard your secret code,
Telling me walk away, what a waste, turning cold...
"Hayley Slater. And I have no idea," she replied. "Probably just potatoes and a salad, nothing fancy. Maybe soup. People seem to be planning on partying tonight, so I'm not going to bother with the chicken. Maybe do that tomorrow." Pulling the lettuce out of the water and shaking it gently until the excess water ran off, Hayley dumped them into a bowl and rummaged around for anything else. "No dressing, but we've got some carrots and tomatoes. And onions. Yeah, we really do need to go shopping tomorrow." Washing a few tomatoes, she placed them on the chopping board before looking for a knife; once she'd found it, she carefully sliced the fruit and laid it over the lettuce. "Where are you from?"
Love is pain, oh oh oh
Love is pain, oh oh oh
You're insane, oh oh oh...

[valar morghulis]

: \ \ : αяιαиα lєиαу нαят : / / :
» dead end girl on the outside looking in
on a dead end world; one in which she cannot live «
▶▷ ▶▷ ▶▷ ♥ ♡ ♥ ◀◁ ◀◁ ◀◁

"My thoughts exactly." Ariana gave a quick smile in return as he agreed to her idea of possibly heading out to a nightclub; which didn't come as a surprise to her. The two seemed rather similar, oddly enough...Although she couldn't quite decide on whether or not that was a good thing. 'Better than being stuck in a house with a bunch of stuck-up b-tches' she reminded herself.

"I'm all for sitting out here all night..but what do you say we go find something else to do?" she offered; not giving him much room to answer before muttering a quick "be right back.." and disappearing into the kitchen.
"Excuse me.." she murmured softly as she brushed past Hayley and Taylee, who were preparing salad, from the looks of it, and over to the fridge. Clicking her tongue in thought for a few seconds as her gaze skimmed over the contents of the refrigerator. A smile coming to her lips when she spotted exactly what she'd been looking for: a glass bottle wrapped within a paper bag sat near the back. Twisting the cap off halfway, she brought it to her nose. Wow..definitely Vodka..she smirked as she screwed the cap back on and strode outside to the patio.

"There's gotta be a couple parties going on; it's Friday night. . .and if not, we'll just have to make our own" she mused; barely raising her hand to refer to the bottle of alcohol she held in hand.

[ [wb. On my iPod :\ ]]

[xl Toxic lx]

. : | | T A Y L E E | | : .

She groaned at the thought of the salad, it didn't sound so good. She continued to peel three small patotoes and placed them in the sink, "Nice name. And me and you can go tomorrow if you want, i got nothing better to do." To be honest, going out to party sounded kind of fun, but she didn't know anyone and would feel akward. She shook her head brushing the other side of her bangs away, "My part seems to be done." She had a soft spanish accent as she letted it rolled off her tounge, "I was born in New Mexico but raised in Texas. You ever been there before?" she asked looking down at the sad thing to call a salad.

[[xD She doesn't want the salad with nothing on it. Where's the ranch!? OwO]]

[Inatae]

{Hayley}
First I saw the letter, heard your secret code,
Telling me walk away, what a waste, turning cold...
"No, but it seems like a nice place," she replied, rinsing the peeler before attacking a carrot. Remind me to buy dressing tomorrow, it'd probably be welcomed by a lot of people." Finishing with the carrot, she sliced it before dumping that into the salad as well, and looked at it. There wasn't much, but then again, there wasn't altogether that much in the fridge either. Grabbing a fork, she tossed the vegetables around for a bit before carrying the bowl over to the table.
Turning back to the potatoes, she looked them over for a minute or so before dicing them and setting them in a bowl with the remaining tomatoes, carrots and onions. Filling a pot with water, Hayley let it sit for a while before adding the vegetables. "Wish I could do some more, but my cooking skills are limited. And I'm not in the mood to hack through bones."
Turning around just as Ariana took the vodka out of the fridge, Hayley made no move to stop her but looked at the bottle curiously. Who in their right mind would leave vodka in the fridge? she wondered, before shrugging it off. Maybe the Americans did things differently.
Love is pain, oh oh oh
Love is pain, oh oh oh
You're insane, oh oh oh...