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Post by ZACHARY MICHAEL PIERRE on Apr 9, 2010 22:05:14 GMT
zachary michael pierrescribbled out the truth with their lies------------------------------------------------------- it was the first time zachary had been let out of the asylum in months, and in true pierre fashion he now found himself handcuffed in the waiting room of the police station. he did love handcuffs, but not in situations like these. it had began as a simple day out, and looked like it was going to end with a night in a police cell and several days in isolation. zachary hadn't been caught fucking, or doing anything illegal/against school rules in weeks, and his therapist had decided he'd earned the right for a day out. his therapist would shit a brick when he found out about zachary's arrest. the thought alone made zac smirk, and he was forced to stifle a laughter. it wouldn't do to aggravate the police man nearby. most residents of northville hated the asylum, and the people contained within it. they believed that the asylum shouldn't be in their town, or at least the inmates shouldn't be allowed out for day trips. the majority ended up getting arrested - just like zachary had. for once in his life it hadn't been entirely his fault .. well, actually, it always was his fault. zachary clinked the handcuffs, ignoring the glare from the policeman currently guarding him. no doubt they'd be contacting the asylum concerning zachary's arrest.
zachary felt a slight stab of pity for his therapist, who'd no doubt burst into tears when he discovered zachary's arrest. but then again, the thought of the therapist becoming upset at zac's misfortune made the nineteen year old smirk in evil delight. zachary had spent thousands of forced therapy sessions listening to how he could overcome his sadistic urges, and fit the need to be sexually close to people all the time. zac had taken to completely ignoring the blabbering man whenever he started ranting, and chose to nod or give a one word answer at the appropiate timings. when he first arrived at the asylum, zac had answered the therapist back with sarcastic and witty comments whenever he had the chance. however, after several therapy sessions where the man became more and more smug with every word that left the boy's mouth. zac had learned quickly to ignore the man's little jabs, determined to make him react so he could jot something new down about zachary's conditions. the therapist seemed determined to 'cure' zachary as if he possessed some awful disease. no matter how much zachary argued, he'd never win. so reluctantly he began attending his sessions, tricking the therapist into believing he was slowly making progress, and just ignoring the chatty old man whenever he started up one of his oh so boring rants.
his day out had started off magnificently. he'd shopped for a bit, grabbed some food and then headed straight to the nearest daytime nightclub. it had taken the sex addict little less than an hour to find a person - a man, actually - who was willing to enter a back alley with zachary for a quick shag. unfortunately that shag had been interrupted by a policeman patrolling the streets. and that had led to zac being arrested for public indecency. he'd been sat in the same waiting room for two hours now, and was almost begging the policeman to let him back to the asylum. that way he could find someone for a quick shag, which he'd been stopped from having in the town. zachary stifled another yawn, and without warning the policeman unlocked the handcuffs, pulled them from his wrists and left the room with a quick warning about staying where he was. finally. he could relax. the whore stretched, letitng his yawn out.
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Post by lush on Apr 14, 2010 20:35:29 GMT
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[/size] -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-You think it's easy dealing with my problem.. It ain't easy![/color] _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_[/center] The rear door to the police cruiser slammed behind her. A firm hand grasped Reverie’s arm just above the elbow, urging her forth. Her brown converse shoes with thick round red laces tapped lightly against the sidewalk’s concrete. “Man, I seriously need a smoke.. Come the fuck on!” Her low and raspy voice insisted; her words fell on deaf ears. The law enforcers were busy muttering back and forth to each other about the teenager’s past and why her parents were not taking her to the Stanfield Asylum themselves. Something about not being able to deal with her anymore, and the fact that she had gone delusional. Then there were the countless crimes that she had permitted. Somehow she had always dodged juvenile hall, managing to continue terrorizing her home town. Reverie did not hear a word of this; she was positive now, that she was deceased. Her body was empty and invincible. She was simply a vessel being transported to hell.
“I need my fucking stomach!” Random words screeched hoarsely from Reverie’s thin lips. She fiercely struggled to get away but the grip on her arm only loosened for brief seconds before the other officer restrained her. “Now now, little miss. We have some people that will find your stomach for you.” He said sympathetically while rolling his eyes and shooting an awkward glance at his team mate. It was clear that the policeman did not approve of having to deal with the childhood delinquents from the asylum. With a sigh and one last kick she gave in, allowing them to drag her through the station doors.
Crystal blue eyes stayed on the floor. They examined the dull yellowish hue of the tiles and traced the cracks that made medium sized square shapes. Enraged at the whole process, she let her legs and feet go limp. The cops each grabbed an arm pit and forced her into the waiting room, sitting her in a seat across from a stranger. “What about him?" One policeman questioned the other. “He’ll be good, won’t ya Zach? I’m sure he just wants to go back by now!” The other replied with a deep chuckle. Reverie’s eyes did not stray from the floor. She did not even glance at the fellow teenager. A white headphone dangled from between the curly locks of almond brown hair that reached just passed her shoulders. Her neck crooked and head began rubbing against her shoulder, attempting to reach lower than it possibly could. Obviously she was trying to get the bud into her ear. It was not an easy task with her hands cuffed behind her back. She tried this for a matter of minutes before letting out a harsh airy sigh, then screaming and kicking her legs wildly; she tried to squeeze her hands through the metal rings. “God damnit!” She cursed loudly in a low yell as she gave up on that mission. Her gaze sharply shifted straight up to the ceiling before lids squeezed shut.
Those bright sky eyes flicked open once more. They were not the largest eyes to ever be seen on a human’s face, but their intent and brutal expression was clearly set on the boy across the room. Suddenly a devious smirk flickered through her lips. The law enforcement officers had left to contact the Asylum and let them know she was here. “Hey, kid!” Reverie said in a loud whisper. Her medium sized body lifted from the seat and thick legs covered in tight blue jeans allowed her to saunter over to him. She bent forward facing him very closely, her curls cascading around her pale face. “Wanna do me a favour? Just put that bud in my ear..” Reverie whispered sweetly in her deep but feminine voice. Her eyes glanced down at the dangling headphone and then back to stare at his own. “Oh, and open your mouth.. I gotta get rid of these before I get to purgatory..” She suddenly shoved her mouth against her shoulder (the opposite of the headphone.) She wiggled her head around, digging her nose beneath her loose t-shirt’s collar for many seconds before ceasing the action and looking back at him with a mischievous grin; one that awaited him to provide her with her earpiece and open his mouth.
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Post by ZACHARY MICHAEL PIERRE on Apr 15, 2010 13:21:12 GMT
zachary michael pierrescribbled out the truth with their lies------------------------------------------------------- it wasn't unknown to enter a police station and find the oh so charming zachary sitting there, looking liked he owned the place. considering the amount of time he spent attempting to avoid the law enforcers, he always seemed to find himself sitting in the same chair, in the same holding room, over and over again. christ, next time he'd bring a sticky label with his name on it and stake his claim on the chair. many of the officers knew him on a first name basis, but none bothered to hide their disgust of his presence in the town. if the community had their way, the asylum would have been shut down many years ago. zachary would even support them closing the asylum. he'd made his opinion clear to the officers many time before, but despite the wishfulness of both people, they knew that the asylum would never be shut. the only reason zachary wanted it closed was so he could escape the dreadful place and live back in the real world. lots of people were violent like him, and many others were sex addicts. the only thing he'd miss about the asylum was the free sex he gained several times a day. there were plenty of hormone fueled teenagers all over the asylum. no matter how many times people tried to deny it, they were all crazy, just in many twisted, fucked up ways. when the officer pulled the handcuffs off, zachary knew he'd be dragged back to the asylum within an hour. he'd learned quickly to stay put, purely because he couldn't even get to the outskirts of town without being found and kicked back to the asylum. the officers knew this, zachary knew this. so he played the good boy.
the holding rooms doors banged open, and zac's previous slumping position was discarded as he straightened with interest. two officers were dragging a girl in. a girl who looked rather disinterested and bored. at least, from what zachary could see. the girl wasn't looking at him or the officers, just the floor. one officer spoke, and zachary's lip curled slightly at the patronizing tone contained within the mans voice. even though they shared the same opinion of closing the asylum down, they still treated him like a child. with the question directed at him, zac leaned forward in his seat, a serious expression on his face. within seconds that expression had disappeared when he flipped the bird at the officers, and said in a calm voice, "go fuck your mum." without waiting to see their reaction, he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, resting his head on the brick wall behind him. he could hear the hesitation, but finally the officers left, obviously deciding to leave the insult alone. good. he wasn't prepared for an argument with some dimwitted officers. once the doors had slammed shut, zachary lifted his head and studied the girl sitting opposite. all he could see was a mass of curly, brown hair, and as he watched the girl suddenly twisted her head sideways and appeared to be rubbing the side of her face against her shoulder.
great, he was stuck with a mental girl. resisting the urge to groan, he continued watching the teenager with an amused expression. she suddenly stood up, and appeared to saunter over to where zachary was sitting. the "hey kid!" that had escaped her lips made him frown, and he rolled his eyes at her. "do i look like a kid to you?" he asked in a warning voice. she leaned close, and zachary resisted the urge to pull her closer. his sex addict symptoms were clear from that one thought, and the only thing that kept him from asking her for sex was the fact they were metres away from a bunch of officers. he doubted they'd appreciate walking in on a teenage pair doing something x-rated on the chairs. he raised his eyebrows but listened to what the girl asked. reaching out a hand he picked up the small ear piece and slipped it gently into the girls ear. "better?" he asked with a smirk, learning close to the ear without the ear piece. at least he now knew what her funny movements had been about before. however, the next request that left her mouth made zachary question her sanity once more. he hesitated, watching the girl as she moved, and at the sight of her mischievous grin he shrugged. "ah what the heck." he muttered, opening his mouth and somehow smirking at the same time.
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Post by lush on Apr 15, 2010 16:22:19 GMT
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“Fuckers stole my smokes..” Reverie quietly grumbled with obvious fury. Brown locks of loose curly hair danced around her cheeks as she nodded in the direction of the policemen. Her body slid in its seat until her shoulder rested against the stranger’s. She grinded her teeth and allowed her tongue to loll out of its ivory cage numerous times in a display of disgust with the aftertaste left by the drug. A cigarette would erase that flavour. “Should kick in soon, fifteen minutes at the most.. Is good shit.” She reassured the guy about the drug she had given him, who’s name she still did not know. She was not about to start any introductions. After all, she wasn’t going to be here long. Soon the devil himself would provide her with a lower class ticket to hell that had her name on it. The fantasy world that shrouded Reverie’s sense of reality was highly complicated. The complexity of it all caused her to often contemplate the situation. Was this the purgatory place of suffering, a police station? And this was her companion..? An attractive thin male that was obviously up for anything she threw at him. Her eyelids shifted upwards as vibrant blue irises glided to gaze at his slender face. The colours of her environment were slowly becoming much more interesting and her pupils were progressively growing larger. The once dull yellow floor turned into a vivacious sunshine hue. The guy’s lips became a dazzling redish-pink compared to his pale face and intriguing azure eyes. Ah, the ecstasy was gradually starting to melt in her stomach and effect her blood stream.
Reverie’s thoughts began to race. She suddenly wanted to tell him a million things about herself all at once. Her lips parted, but all that came forth was a delightful and adorable sounding giggle. She tried to contain herself which only resulted in making a series of awkward noises, ending in the same laughter. Her head crooked and rested against the top of his shoulder and she slowly calmed herself; her mind was unsure of why she had begun cackling in the first place. “I guess--a--appropriate question,” She started to say between swallowing giggles then clearing her throat to continue, “would be what your in for?” Reverie then lifted her head to bite at the long black threads that hung from his cheeks, they had been tickling her forehead. The laughter was still softly making its way out of her vocal chords but was very hushed. Her fierce nipping actions (which much resembled a pecking bird) caused her earpiece to fall out again. “Son of a bitch..” She muttered. Movements ceased as did laughter. Eyes became clear and dumbfounded in appearance and she stared at him. How he got arrested, or why he was here, would most likely be an interesting story..
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