drain the blood.. [Jae-Ji]

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Three days passed since the brown haired girl had first arrived. It was becoming clear, now, that this would be her fate for an undetermined amount of time. She had not tried to escape; she realized that there was no escaping this limbo of worlds that she had been placed in. Waiting for hell or begging for heaven, neither option caught her fancy. Wonderment and fascination were constant in her mind. Where had her internal organs gone? Her body was any empty vessel, drifting aimlessly within her assigned dorm. She changed her clothes like a mechanical device. The black baggy t-shirt, with a large brightly multi-coloured band logo on the front, slipped over her head effortlessly. Arms then shifted to pulling her light blue jeans over her ankles; body agitating and bouncing lightly to pull them up and close the zipper. Her eyes did not wander to the mirror as she hastily passed by. Black nailed fingers pulled a small top drawer open; they clutched a silver flask with engraving on it. She slipped the precious item into her short pocket, lifting her loose t-shirt to cover it. She still could not believe the staff allowed her to keep the container, simply because she claimed the sentimental value was far too great to part with. A giggle left her lips before she threw on her brown converse shoes. Someone called out a word to her but this did not slow her swift exit through the door. Acquaintances had not yet been made with her new roommates, and she planned on keeping it that way for a while.

Reverie strolled down the hallway and through the rest of the Asylum to the closest departure. Reaching the main doors could not have taken longer, the place was huge! A grin played across her features as she imagined the havoc that could be created.. Her almond brown waves whirled from around her face and shoulders to soar off of her head as her arms pushed the door open with an obvious strength. Pupils struggled to adjust to the brightly lit area. Her brow greatly furrowed and lids brutally squinted. She hissed at the Sun, jokingly clawing her fingers at her pale face. A few popular kids glared at her display. Their orange flesh was a sickening sight. Reverie tossed a hiss at them too, also raising a fist to the air in a punching manner before extending her middle finger. They all looked the same; they all held exact similarities to the preps from her old high school. She sent them a disgusted glare over her shoulder, grasping for her pack of cigarettes at the same time. It was then that a moron stepped out in front of her and brushed against her shoulder. This caused her to drop the cigarette that her shaky hands were trying to clutch. “What the fuck! You idiot! Come do that again!” Reverie’s harsh and raspy voice called out in rage. She took two running strides toward the stranger but he was already making distance, and fast! She continued to mutter and grumble to herself, blocking out the laughter from the group of popular kids and looking at the ground for the smoke.

A shrug rolled across the girl’s black clothed shoulders. She pulled her pack out again and grasped a new one. The situation had calmed her sober hands. Soon, the adrenaline slowed and her hands became shaky again; it was a struggle to light her cigarette. The shitty lighter that she had found on the hallway floor was not helping the situation. “Jesus fucking christ!” Reverie violently screamed, whirling her body around and pitching the useless device at the cluster of trendy idiots with great force. The girls squealed and daintily jumped while all the boys shouted smart assed comments. “Yeah c’mon over here and say that!” She yelled at them in her deep but feminine tone. Turning around, she began to saunter toward the only tree that had nobody under it.

There was this face of Asian decent that caught Reverie’s eye and swayed her direction. A certain, “fuck off,” vibe was invisibly bleeding from his body. That aura was comforting to the unruly teenager. Thin smirking lips plagued her face as a lighter expression collected in her eyebrows. The wind carried her thick hair in a swarm across her vision, causing her hands to interfere and push it back over her head. “Hey man!” She called to the Asian guy as he passed her without so much as a glimpse. Reverie was used to being overlooked. She did not possess a perfectly sculpted nor attractively thin body. She also didn’t tend to dress in the most revealing of ways.. Or bother to do her hair, or even put on more than a little eyeliner and thick mascara. And do not forget those sickly shadowed bags that hung below her eyes, which only ever disappeared in this bright sunlight. It was not that she didn’t hold an attractiveness; it was that she simply refused to take care of her image, and it showed.

“Borrow me a lighter?” Reverie loudly asked him with more of a demanding tone than questioning. Her voice was rough and barely resembled that of a female. Black finger tips pushed the smoke against her lips and the pinkish flesh squeezed to hold it there. Azure blue eyes intently stared at him, feet beginning to shift below her to follow him; it seemed that he might not stop. Hell, he was the only person around here that looked worth conversing with!

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[WOOK JAE-JI]

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The day had started out rather typical: he'd failed to fall asleep yet again last night and so had spent his time wandering the institution grounds, looking for something to wreck. This in turn meant that come daylight, Jae was in a royally pissed-off mood. His brain had been starved of rest for the past three days, and was starting down its traditional route of churning out adrenaline to keep him functioning. Which was good, except that the surplus chemicals in his system also made him edgy and extremely unstable temper-wise (even more so than he already was by nature). Add that to the fact that he had been thinking about Yoon-Jung a fair lot more than he would've liked, and you got a very unhappy, very volatile freak-on-a-leash.

He wasn't sure how Yoon-Jung had managed to invade his mind this time around. He hadn't been near anything that would trigger a memory of her, nor had he been trying to recall anything about her. So why she had randomly popped up in the front of his brain starting since a week earlier was something that remained unexplained. Evidently, killing her - and her stupid fiance - wasn't enough to keep her from returning to haunt him whenever he let himself relax. Not for the first time, Jae cursed the bitch for ever entering his life. Had it not been for her, he never would've snapped and gotten thrown into this asylum, never would've became a social-recluse incapable of the simplest connection with other people, and never would've had to deal with those blasted recollections that her name still managed to stir out of him. They should've just let him die when he'd jumped from the roof. The fall had been insufficient to kill him off from the get-go, so he'd ended up in the hospital with a cracked skull, internal bleeding, and lapsing in a coma for half a month. And he'd survived, much to his dislike. Damned parents and doctors just had to keep feeding him tubes of fluids that were supposed to keep his body running normally while his brain crashed, couldn't let him go in peace.

Second attempt didn't go any better. He'd figured that if he wouldn't be allowed to die as long as he was around his family and not dead by the time they found him, then he'd just have to find someplace to kill himself far from them. While on a summer trip overseas with a friend, he'd purposefully stepped into the middle of busy traffic; with how fast those cares were going, and how crowded the street was, there was no way he wouldn't get hit eventually by some vehicle. But no, of course, said friend had to show up at the last second and pull him out from the flood and onto the sidewalk. He'd tried to kill her then, beyond angry that she'd botched his plan, and she'd called the police in on him. After running him through another hospital, and past several 'professional' psychiatrists, it was decided that they'd just ship him off to a mental institution. So here he was at Stanfield, still plagued by his blasted past, which just couldn't seem to leave him be.

A voice yanked him rudely out of his musings, a harsh, raspy voice that sounded like it belonged to a girl. A girl who either smoked too much or was unfortunate enough to have a throat that made her sound like she'd been chomping on gravel. He glanced over at the possible source of the noise, blinked once, then walked right past. No one said that she'd been speaking to him, and even if she had been, there was no law that dictated he must respond, especially in the mood that he was in. If the lady knew what was good for her, she'd shut up and look for someone else to heckle. But apparently, this one was not smart. That or she was more persistent than most. His teeth clicked together with a barely audible click, like that alone would be able to keep him in check. Now she was following him? What on earth did she want that she couldn't get from some other stranger!

There was a demand for a lighter, an odd request, but now that he thought back, she'd had a cigarette in hand when he'd seen her. If that was all...without stopping, slowing, or turning around to look at the girl, Jae reached into his jeans pocket, pulled out his lighter, then tossed it at her. She could keep it for all he cared. He'd just buy another one whenever he went into town.

``Tag: Reverie
``Status: Complete
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``Notes: Blagh! Feel like this was more of a history on him....>>
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