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Post by ZACARIAS MONTAGUE on May 8, 2010 1:53:34 GMT
 Z E EIt'd been a fit of rage that had made him run. He'd become so angry it hurt, and he didn't know what had triggered it. His violent psychotic episode. All he remembered was that one minute he was sat in the computer suite at Stanfield and next a computer was threw a window and he was running. His rages, sometimes he remembered them, sometimes he didn't. It was getting dark now as he ran, his eyes fixed blankly ahead of him. He tried to remain on te right side of the road so the cars were always to his left. He didn't want to die after all.
Zacarias slowly stumbled to a stop, his hand pressed against a brick wall as he panted for air, this being the only time he'd stopped since he began running. It was tiring to say the least, he could hardly breath. Part of him feared the lack of oxygen going to his brain would cause a seizure. Turning he pressed his back against the wall, taking deep breathes as he stood, trying to even out his breathing. Eventually it worked and he lowered himself to sit on the ground. He din't seem to care that he was sat in a dark alleyway.
He didn't even seem to care that it was gradually darkening as the hour shifted from seven to eight in the evening. His electric blue eyes flickered around, making sure no one else was here. He wasn't much keen on being near druggies. Especially if no one else knew where he was. He yawned a little as he hugged his knees to his chest. He wished, right now, that he could see out of his right eye, but after snapping the nerve he was lucky the eye was still attatched really, so the young popular would have to do without.
"If it wasn't for my meds, I'd have Azul to keep me company." he sighed to himself before slipping his harmonica out of his pocket. For a moment he fiddled with the small silver instrument before he placed it against his lips and blew softly into it. The note wavered. Zee rolled his eyes before holding the harmonica at both ends as he blew into it, beginning to play a simple tune he'd taught himself not that long ago now. After all, it wasn't that hard to play, not if you were able to tell the note you were blowing.
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] just so you know, i wrote this using not many words. but, that might not interest you. however, the fact that zacarias montague is wearing this might interest you. however, this piece isn't for just anyone. this crappy post right here is for pilot shields to come to theback alleys and befriend a rather sad zee. in the mean time, i'm off to continue listening to it's over and forever or never by cinema bizarre. oh, and just so you know, cookies made this shit so if you steal it keep this credit sentence on please <3
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Post by PILOT ANNA SHIELDS on May 12, 2010 0:48:43 GMT
“This was absolutely not my fault.” Pie kept repeating. “There is no way in hell this is my fault. This stupid fucked up place lets me go out with a guard and what does the guard do? Stand ten freaking feet away from me like I’m going to pull out a knife any second. Then he walks away the idiot walks away!” She continued to rant as she walked back and forth not know exactly what to do. She only been in the Asylum for a week and the staff had decided that she deserved a day way for good behavior. She didn’t understand that at all… she tried to stay as far a way from people as possible, and at the same time wound up in the oh so exclusive popular cliché. Why did they even like her? They were all snotty rich brats and she was just another petite girl who grew up in the middle of Brooklyn.
She stopped pacing for a second and gathered her head. Trying to figure out which way the stupid mental institution was. Rolling her eyes, she started walking to her right. She walked quickly and if possibly angrily. The truth was she probably was going in the wrong direction, but at this point she just didn’t care. She brought a lot of attention to herself apparently, just by the look of her people of the town glared with loathing, and annoyance. She could tell that she wasn’t exactly welcomed. She’d over heard some therapist to a victim of a that hatred early. Something about how the towns people just wished the place had never been built.
The girls long blonde hair whipped around in the spring wind, as the sky began to darken. She was supposed to be returning to the asylum at 730 sharp, but that didn’t look like it was gunna happen she was probably already at least a half hour late. Her outfit was simple…well pilot definition of simple anyway. It was a dark pair of skinny jeans, and a long halter top with some cool colored stripes. She had paired it with her favorite pair of neon teal boots. When she woke up and heard that she was going out today she was elated and dressed accordingly. It was now apparent that that good mood was long gone and a more desparate, somebody shoot me feel had taken its place.
She walked past a alley way just as a trill of something musical shot out from between the echoing brick walls. She squinted trying to see where the sound came from, and more importantly what instrument it was form. As other shrill note sounded she remembered what it was called. Who ever it was happened to be playing the harmonica. She inched down the alley way slightly cautious not know who the musician was, for the last few rays of light were in her eyes. AS sthe sun finally set and darkness seemed to envelope the alley, she could she the some what familiar face. It was a boy from the asylum. Z-z-z-…. Z something… he had started hanging out with some of the popular boys, and her girl friends. She smield kinda happy to see a familiar face, and simply said “Hey!”
tagged?!: ZEEEEEEE BABY!
words?!:400 40 somtin
outfit?!: clickeh?
notes?!: sorry life got crazy all of a sudden... so im postin late hope you still love me eppp.
music?!: 'eyes on fire' by 'blue foundation'
inspiration?!:------
credit?!: CLAIRE7@CAUTION TWO POINT OH!
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Post by ZACARIAS MONTAGUE on May 16, 2010 13:44:14 GMT
Z E EHe hadn't been here long, not long at all, but it was still worthwhile. Or, at least he felt like it was. At least here at Stanfield he could try and keep an eye out for Antonio. Because he knew that one day his brother would need him, whether it was because he finally remembered the horrible memory his mind blocked, or because he finally admitted that he couldn't live forever without love. Or, if need be, Zacarias would just be there to help his twin brother if there was something the other really couldn't handle.
His eyes, blue with a shine to them that Antonio's eyes lacked, flittered around the alleyway he'd ran to. He didn't know why he's come here, but this place did seem rather peaceful, and there was plenty here that he could break without a care if another rage so happened to overcome him. He just hoped that he wouldn't physically injure anyone, especially not his own head. After yesterday's seizure, he deffinately wanted a break from the painful falling and muscle spasms. In all honesty, he'd rather he didn't have to go through that ever again, but he knew he would.
Under his breath he sighed. It was sort of lonel though, this place. Zee was a very friendly person, he liked people. That was one of the reasons he played so many instruments, because people liked music. He felt like it would get him noticed, which it did. He liked that. So despite the hidden sigh he smiled to himself as he played. He knew that there was very little that could make this better. For he wanted people, but didn't want to risk hurting them. It was Azul he needed and wanted, but he knew that couldn't happen.
Seeing the beautiful light that danced across the walls flicker and gradually fade he slowly began to lower the instrument. As the last of the light was blocked he looked up quickly and tilted his head when he saw Pilot. For a moment his brows nitted into a frown before he gave a soft smile of recognition. He knew she was from the asylum, and also a popular, he just didn't remember her name. "Hey, isn't it dangerous for a pretty girl like you to be out so late?" he smiled. Dropping a flirtatious comment was second nature to him, after all he was Antonio's twin brother.
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] just so you know, i wrote this using not many words. but, that might not interest you. however, the fact that zacarias montague is wearing this might interest you. however, this piece isn't for just anyone. this crappy post right here is for pilot shields to come to theback alleys and befriend a rather sad zee. in the mean time, i'm off to continue listening to all sorts of random shit. oh, and just so you know, cookies made this shit so if you steal it keep this credit sentence on please <3
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Post by PILOT ANNA SHIELDS on May 16, 2010 21:37:27 GMT
 
"Hey, isn't it dangerous for a pretty girl like you to be out so late?"
“Oh, Is it really? Hmmm nobody every told me. Oh well guess ill just have to find a big strong man to protect me.”
She said in a flirtatious way back. Pilot could tell what’s-his-face wasn’t the kind of guy who would fuck the first g he sees. She smiled and plopped down next to him smiling. “I’m Pilot Shields, and your… Z-z… um yeah I’m bad with names sorry.”
Pie was so friendly. In all honesty she had no idea why the populars had adopted her into their little gang… she was pretty but that’s about all she had going for her. She wasn’t as rich as the others, she wasn’t used to being a bitch to every one she met, and wouldn’t dare to hurt a friend emotionally or physically. At first she had thought that maybe they liked her because they could boss her around and have her fetch things for them but she found that they used the nobodies for that… even though Pilot had almost nothing in common with those snuck up bratty whore they loved her. Thinking about it knowing that this guys hung out with her crowd they probably would be to good of friends. Maybe he was another drug addicted sex addict…. She wouldn’t be surprised most populars were. Rolling her eyes she looked up at him… he was taller than her even sitting down but that wasn’t rare, pilot happened to be a petite person, even before the bulimic anorexia.
The night grew thicker as she thought. What time really was it? It had to be late… since the stars were clearly visible. Opening up her purse she went to reach in for her meds… just incase she didn’t make it back to the asylum before 8:00. Her Epileptic medication tasted horrible and the pills were huge, but she didn’t want to go through another attack. They hurt, and could last for hours if something bad set them off, like falling down stairs or …not eating. She rummaged though her purse for a sec while listening to him talk. Her hands were getting a little shaky… as she started getting worried about not having them. Opening pocket after pocket she took a deep breathe in and accepted the fact that they weren’t in there. She quickly sat on her hands to cover up the beginnings of a mild attack. Her muscles would calm down in just a second, and shed be fine. She smiled at whats- his- face again, trying to remember whether she took the meds his morning too? Oh crap… Continueing to pretend like everything was going fine she cocked her head to the side in that curious way that only pie did naturally. She continued to talk “ What your name again?”
tagged?!: ZEEEEEEE BABY!
words?!:546
outfit?!: clickeh?
notes?!: im tired and trying to write... this post is probably all over the place sorry
music?!: 'eyes on fire' by 'blue foundation'
inspiration?!: poke her face
credit?!: CLAIRE7@CAUTION TWO POINT OH!
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Post by ZACARIAS MONTAGUE on May 17, 2010 7:26:20 GMT
Z E EHe knew it would have been more polite of him to name Pilot first and address her formally, but he honestly couldn't remember who she was. He brushed his hair away from the left side of his face, wanting to make sure it was no where near his eye so he could watch her movements. After all, his right eye was useless to him and while in this darkening alley way he at least needed one eye, which he had unlike poor Vera. Vera, of course, he knew through Toni.
"Big strong man indeed. Unfortunately, you won't find one here." he chuckled as he slid his harmonica back into his pocket, after a bit of wriggling and squirming on his behalf to fit it in. Zacarias was nothing like Toni is a sense of fucking everything that caught his eye. He chuckled before smiling as he recieved the other's name. "I'm Zacarias Montague, and no worries, I'm bad with names to." he smiled.
He watched as she sat down next to him and giggled at their size difference. He was exactly half a centimetre taller than Toni, though still of average height for a fourteen year old, and yet he was taller than Pilot who was what? Seventeen? It amused him to no end - and oddly made him think of that boy he's seen the other day. Well, I say boy. The other had looked like a boy but the doctor who was checking over them both confided that the 'boy' was in fact a twenty-two year old man. Now that had set Zacarias off into a fit of giggles at the time.
But, naturally he was a kind person so that didn't last long. Childishly he smiled brightly at her before looking slowly up and then down the alley, checking for any dangers, just to be on the safe side. Calmly he rested against the wall. "So, what brings you out here at this late hour chica~?" Zacarias asked, slipping in the purr of his native tongue, something that just felt natural to him.
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] just so you know, i wrote this using a shitty count of words. but, that might not interest you. however, the fact that zacarias montague is wearing this might interest you. however, this piece isn't for just anyone. this crappy post right here is for pilot shields to come to theback alleys and befriend a rather messed up zee. in the mean time, i'm off to continue listening to bog all xP. oh, and just so you know, cookies made this shit so if you steal it keep this credit sentence on please <3
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