(( Yup, well at least it's something. The Offspring is an older band, but I love them. Hm...I got that it was about a girl. So I'm trying to think who the girl could be. I was thinking maybe his sister, or girlfriend possibly. Then maybe she got hurt and he was trying to protect her and ended up killing someone? I'm not sure. ))
Tate Klauss
☼There's something in your way
And now someone is gonna pay.
He listens, alittle to intently to her words. Mostly trying to keep his mind off of a few things, and partly because she was a tad interesting. Though he supposed some of them would be crazy. As he stares at her, his posture and appearenss change in an instant. The cocky pose is striked, one leg spread out and the other bent up close to his chest. His arms wrap around this leg, and his head is held high, yet theres a slight tilt to it. His eyes droop, giving him a somewhat bored expression. "I guess it's different because whenever I close my eyes, I can't seem to escape the light. People view things differently though, ya know. Like I hate the dark, and like bright things better. Shiny crap like that. I get your whole escape the world thing though. Everyone feels that way sometimes, right?" Just by the way he talks, it's like he's a different person. It's not as conserved and educated, like when his glasses are on. His eyes turn back to the wall. He was sure he had heard something. Maybe the doctors had been slipping meds into his food when he wasn't looking. That was impossible though. His tastes were sharp, there had to be another explination. Something he was catching. He looks back at her now, and slight brow arched in question. Her tone, it seemed to stir some annoyance inside of him. She didn't have to get so huffy. "That's not what I said. I was just saying that foster familes are constantly changing." He tries not to let this sound rude. Parts of him hang onto the nice him, much like he's tightly gripping strings that attach to that side of him. Anything to make sure he didn't go off on this girl. Propping his chin up on a fist he closes his eyes again, he could imagine things better this way. The imagine of multiple tiny versions of him holding long ropes of smiles, helped. A small smirk appears now, and he opens his eyes again. "A week..I think." He tells her, his sparatic gaze now looking into her eyes. She had no doubt been here longer. Maybe months even. She seemed like she enjoyed being here though, even if certain things made her jump, or if she was becoming bored. He now just seemed to register that she said her birthday was coming up. Right...they had birthday's here. Funny. That seemed to have slipped his mind. He says nothing about her birthday though. What was he suppose to say? Happy Birthday, Hope you survive another day in hell. No, that might upset some people. And he didn't need someone to be upset, with him. That wouldn't help whatever goal he had here. Nor would it help him figure anything else with someone annoying him endlessly.
And if you can't get what you want
Well it's all because of me.☼
Kolby Farrington
☼Life will always be so painful
With this loneliness consuming me.
She smiles then, when he told her what he meant by 'Go'. She figured as much, though she was never one to listen to him, now was she. She doesn't answer his question just yet though, and takes large steps as he leads her to the table. Giving her the appearence of someone trying to keep there balance on a small rope. Was she actually going to answer it? Probably not. Infact, hadn't she promised not to speak to him again. Maybe if she said less than five words, than he wouldn't count it as a point, for him hearing her talk. Taking a seat, she glances up at him only once. How humorus for her to be so calm around a man...boy with blood all on his clothing. Someone who almost killed someone if she hadn't stepped into stop him. Setting her elbow on the table, she rests her cheek into her open palm. As she makes random pictures with her finger on the table, she begins to talk to him. "I was passing by." Her voice is soft, but still easily heard. What was this...the third time she had talked to him. Ohh, a record. She looks up at him again, but doesn't meet his gaze. Of course he probably didn't understand how much of an accomplish this was. Six months, and she hadn't spoken a thing, now she just spoke her little heart out to this boy. Mason. How he got under her skin so much, she wasn't sure. But he did it. That was the only explination she could think of. She bites at her lip for a moment, before her dance teacher strikes a nerve in her memory again. Where had he been this whole time? Hadn't he cared that she was here? Safe yes, but also Lonely. Hadn't he cared at all, to at least come looking for her? A slow puff of air escapes her lips, and she looks back at the table. Mason would probably ask her what was wrong, though he already knows that she's quiet and scared sometimes. Wouldn't that be enough for him? Spreading her arms across the table, she examines her arms. They were thinner. So were her legs of course though. It's not like they fattened you up here, just she used to have muscle. From all that dancing, now she was wearing away. There were upsides to being here, but also those things that you wish would just stop. Or atleast cease to exist, so you could go on. Normally. She slides her arms back into her lap, looking up at him, and tapping her feet together. He had seemed like he wanted to lay on the table, he might get it smeared with blood, but there was no reason for her to stop him. If that's what made him comfortable, he should do it. Something about him being comfortable, makes her memory jump back to the scars on his arms. So she was right before. He did use that knife to cut himself. She didn't get that. Why heard himself to make things better? She doesn't point this out though, she wasn't one to accuse.
Still, I know that deep in my heart
There's a light that's shining brightly☼