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Post by HOLLOWAY MARIE JONES on Apr 13, 2010 18:36:22 GMT
Holloway found absolutely nothing to do on a day like today. The weather sucked, rain poured from the sky like the cods were crying like never before. Lightning hit the yard outside loudly, causing the power to go on and off. Most of the kids were away in their rooms having some sort of panic attack because of what was going on outside, but not Holloway. She sat herself down in the hallway, lit a cig, and took a long drag. God there was nothing better then the feeling of burning smoke itching the back of your throat. Holloway held her breath as she let the burning feeling soak in before blowing out the white cloud of smoke. Yeah, good shit. Suddenly, Holloway noticed the priss that was walking down the hall towards her. Oh great, just what she needed. A royal bitch to ruin her good smoke break. Holloway narrowed her eyes at the girl as she took another puff of the cancer stick before blowing it out and cracking her neck in both directions. Yeah, she was ready for a fight. Not that she would be the one to start it. The girl had to piss her off first, but Holloway was pretty sure that would be easy for the girl who looked like a popular.
As the girl got closer Holloway noticed that she was actually rather pretty. Too bad she had to be such a bitch for being in the popular clique. Honestly, that totally ruined people, thinking you're better then others like she probably thought. That was what made Holloway mad. The girl obviously had problems, just like everyone else, since she was in this piece of shit facility so she was obviously no better then anyone else. Holloway watched and listened for the girl to make some sort of stupid comment as she walked by. The rebel made sure she was ready to take action, taking one last drag on her cig before putting it on on the floor next to her.
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Post by whitney2 on Apr 13, 2010 22:29:55 GMT
To say that Britney was a bitch would be the understatement of the year. The girl was downright mean to everyone not associated with her clique, or chose not to see her side of things. She hadn’t always been that way, in fact, she had been one of the nicest girls you would ever meet before arriving at Stanfield. Coming to this godforsaken place had been what pushed her over the edge and unleashed this alternate persona within her. Now she hated everyone that couldn’t give her what she wanted. Rebels and emos were the worst. Being a popular meant you had certain duties to uphold, certain people to hang out with, and certain cliques to stay away from. Not that the emos weren’t a good place to go for a quick fuck every now and again. The rebels also had the hook up in cigs and drugs, if you did that kind of thing of course. Other than that though, these cliques did not mix and mingle on a casual basis.
B took pride in her appearance and her status at this place. She liked control, she needed it to feel normal. It was one of the few things she felt she had a hold over, and was NOT going to let it go. Parties, alcohol, sex, she did it all. As long as it all came with no strings attached of course. Brit wasn’t the type of girl to get into an actual relationship with people. Instead she chose to use them, to play them, sort of like a game. She took what she wanted from them then left them behind. It was a horrible thing to do, and perhaps something she would have felt guilty about before coming to the asylum. Now it felt normal to her.
Walking down the halls of the corridor, B chose not to think about anything other than the click-clack noise of her heels against the tiles. Thinking led to overanalyzing situations, which was not something she wanted to do right now. When she was left alone to think, her thoughts would often wonder to her life outside the asylum, and how she had felt her whole world fall apart…nope, she wasn’t going there. Not today. She sighed with frustration as she continued down the hall. God she needed a drink. It was then that she noticed the girl sitting on the floor. What the hell was she doing out here? B was pretty sure majority of the kids here were inside, especially during a storm like this. Damn it why couldn’t she ever just be left alone?!
As she got closer she noticed the girl puffing on a cig, a rebel no doubt. B rolled her eyes at the site. She didn’t smoke. It was one of the few things she didn’t do, and really didn’t approve of. It irritated her to see others do it, and honestly thought the whole thing to be stupid. As she got closer to the girl, she felt “the look” come across her face. The prissy one she got right before she started running her mouth when she knew she shouldn’t. As she walked past the girl she lost hold of her tongue and felt the words come out of her mouth before she could stop them. “Stupid fag sucking bitch” she mumbled under her breath and she continued down the corridor. |
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Post by HOLLOWAY MARIE JONES on Apr 15, 2010 14:32:05 GMT
Holloway noted the look on the girls face as she passed and smirked. So these girls really did know how to hold their tongues. Great. That was a good quality for someone with such a pretty little face to have. She wouldn't want Holloway to mess it up now would she. But it was as if the thought crossed her mind a bit too soon. As the girl passed, she spoke four hurtful words, referring to Holloway of course. The rebel frowned as soon as the heard the words. What a large mistake. What a very very large mistake she's made. Holloway took a puff on her cig before pressing it into the ground and making sure the amber was out. She wasn't going to attack the girl, but she would confront her. Holloway had never lost a fight, and she didn't really find it to be a problem to just add another victory to her list of victories. Holloway pushed her small body off the ground into a standing position before taking steps after the girl. It was obvious that she wasn't going to stop, and Holloway wasn't going to chase after her. Instead, she would get her to stop. "So tell me, Miss Bitch. Why is it that you can't manage to keep your fucking mouth shut. Are you just too good for that?" Holloway stopped walking and crossed her arms across her chest. This reminded her of a fight she got into when she was a sophmore, about a year ago. The girl was simply out for attention, and that was what Holloway would give her.
When passing the cigarette smoking teenager in the hallway one time, the girl spoke of how much of a slut Holloway was. Instantly, Holloway whirled around and lunged for the girl. There were moments when the girl would provoke and wait to hit, and others where she would simply attack. It all depended on the situation and what exactly was said or done to piss the girl off. Holloway had grabbed the girl by the hair and pounded the back of her head numerous times before any teachers happened to come around to rip her off of the girl. She was lucky. If a teacher hadn't have been there, there would have been problems. Problems such as murder. The murder of a big mouthed girl. Just like this popular whom happened to pass by.
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