Lips like liquorish. (OPEN)

[TARA ELIZABETH CROSS]

“No please, you can't go! I...I need you!" Screamed a young girl in tears, as she pawed the air trying to get her boyfriend back. "I am tired of your laziness and your lies!!" A deep voice echoed bouncing off the walls making it seem more tyrant. Slamming the door so hard it almost broke off the hinges the young girl sat in a corner with a red mark of being slapped as it stung with the pain of heartache.

With a flash of light coming through her mind her eyes slowly awakened her body and the feeling of aloneness and uncomfortable. A tear slowly glided down her cheek picking up more tears that had fallen when she was asleep and dropping to her already soaked pillow. Lying in her single bed she realized that she had seen these nightmares before, way too many times. With grassy green eyes a girl no older than 15 looked around at her surroundings. There were four other women about her age sleeping in two separate bunk beds across the room. The young women slowly sat up, rubbing her red puffy eyes.

She's been here just about a month now, and still she was not used to waking up to the cream colored walls. The young women, kicked her feet off her bed, her feet touching the floor instantly. She got the short bed, the worst one in the room. Guess that's what you get when you’re the new girl in town. The young women flipped open her cell phone, to be greeted with a flashing red words, "Elizabeth". That was the young woman's stolen name. The one she still goes by. It took but a second for Elizabeth AKA Tara to see the time, flashing in the upper corner, it was still early, no wonder the other four women were still fast asleep, tuck safe and sound in their beds.

It took some Effort for Tara to stand on her own two feet. She was still pretty tired. Quickly she undressed, grabbing a towel and her little shower caddy, she was off in the bathroom doing her normal morning routine. Once she finished in the bathroom, she made her way back to her dorm room to change. Seeing as her roommates were still asleep, she made sure blow dry and straighten her long black/red hair. Last thing she needed was one of her roommates on her ass about waking them up. Tara did not want any trouble.

Tara dove into her little closet, picking out something simple. Putting on a simple black bra and matching boy thong, She grabbed a simple sheer black dress. She fixed the sleeves so it hung over her shoulders, and pulled the dress down so it reached just above her finger tips. Tara slipped on some black leggings, and some bright red heels, matching her hair. Back in the bathroom she proceeded to do her hair and make-up, the usual way. She was getting lazy with her hair, so she did not fully straighten it. But it worked for Tara. Her hair had a little body to it, a little oomph it to. The whole process took her about an hour, and she was done with getting ready. It was time to start her day.

Back in her room she grabbed her black tote bag, filled with things she'd need throughout the day. Such as her wallet, her cell phone (Which never rang), a book for when she got board, her keys and some other random things. She would not be surprised if she still had drugs in the pockets. Tara does not usually clean out her purse, so who knows what one might find in there. Locking her door behind her she made her way to the common room. She'd skip breakfast today. She'd rather not go alone anyway. If you walked any where alone, things tended to happen here. So Tara would sit in neutral territory.

She let herself sink into a sofa off to the side of the common room, not wanting to disturbed the people already here. She did not see anyone she knew, so it was best to stay quiet. She had no protection, for no one in her small group of friends were around, this meant she was a target. She'd have to be quiet. So she did not dare turn on the TV. She just simply took out the book in her bag, and began to read silently to herself. She hoped she'd be left alone. Not like she was hurting anyone by sitting here. This sofa was usually empty anyway; well accept for when she was sitting in it. Tara half though about putting her head phones on and listening to music. But that would probably make her more of a target anyway. If she could not hear an attack coming, it would make it worse on her part. It was best to have all her senses working on the room, paying attention to her surroundings. She just had to keep out of people’s way, and she would be left alone. ‘No trouble’ she kept telling herself. No trouble.

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[YAMATO KISEKI SUSUME]

Man he was bored!
For once, he was actually up before the sun rose - why this was the case, don't ask, because he hadn't the faintest clue - and immediately, Yami vowed never to repeat the action again. Not only was it an ungodly hour to be up and about during, it was also deathly dull. No one else was alive yet, unless you were one of those weird insomniacs like his nii-chan, who just couldn't go to sleep if their lives depended on it, and those people weren't any fun to mess with. One: their brains were so starved of rest that they were more likely to rip your eyes out than hold a decent conversation, and two: they were often too tired to put up much of a fun show. Ugh, this was why he made it a habit to SLEEP IN! The boy cursed his internal clock for choosing today to malfunction. He could be in bed right then, covers pulled over his head, and none the wiser to the day's approach. But no, something just had to prompt him to drag his sorry ass out of his warm nest, while his room mates slumbered on.
Fantastic. This was not going to be a good day, he could already feel it.

At least none of the ghosts had decided to pay him a visit. Now that, truly would have been disastrous. Kasuki had been pretty docile as of late, and had refrained from showing his bloody and mashed-up face too often. Which was an excellent thing, both for Yami himself and those around him. After all, by now most people knew that when the fifteen year old had his delusions, he had a tendency to attack the closest person on hand whether he knew them or not. So yes, no demonic visions = happy Yami which in return equated a safer environment for others.

Yawning and stretching lazily - he was still a sloth after all, even if he'd defied his sleeping patterns for this once - the Japanese boy got to his feet and went into the bathroom. Well, didn't he look like a right mess! He analyzed his reflection critically, wondering just how he had to have slept on it for his hair to go flying in all directions like that. It was unacceptable! Now Yami was not a narcissist by any means, but he was fussy about his 'do', so this fly-away haystack on top of his head? Uh-uh, it had to go. Seizing a brush, he attacked the mop of black until it lay flat on his skull (or at least as flat as he was ever going to get the bouncy strands). Satisfied, he left the quarter, opened the dorm door, and stepped out into the hall still decked out in night-gear.

Upon entering the common room, Yami saw that he wasn't the only one who'd decided to come out here to seek something to occupy the time with. Hrm, he could probably find someone to pick on....yup, there was a perfect target! A lone girl, sitting on the couch not far from where he stood. She was reading some book apparently, and looked like the type who was constantly trying to avoid detection from outside sources, like she was afraid of attracting unwanted attention/trouble. A slow grin spread across the boy's face; today wasn't her lucky day then, cuz he intended to have himself a bit of amusement with her. Strolling over so that he was right behind her, the boy threw one arm casually over the back of the sofa and around her neck, letting his hand hang down to her chest. The other elbow was leaned against the ridge of her seat, which allowed him to drop his head forward until his chin nearly touched her other shoulder. "Hey there beautiful. What's got you so engrossed there?" He didn't speak loudly, just barely audible for her to hear. After all, he was right next to her ear; no need to shout.

``Tag: Tara/Open
``Status: Complete
``Words: 673
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``Notes: Hope ya don't mind Yami popping in here! ^^
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[TARA ELIZABETH CROSS]

((Thank you sooo much for joining! I was starting to thinik I was never gonna RP))

Tara was happy being here all alone. she was just fine sitting off to the side by herself reading her little book. No one was talking to her, therefor she did not have to try so hard. She could just, be herself. She could read her book, and she did not have to speak. She noticed the more she spoke around here the more trouble she found herself in. Then again if she kept herself quiet she'd get in trouble. She just could not win here. No matter what she did it was wrong. No matter how she acted she was hated. No matter how she molded herself, it still was not good enough for the people here. She just did not fit in. Which was okay she guessed. She just did not want any trouble. She was trying to serve her time for what she did, then be set free once again. Would she change? Probably not. But still. She had friends on the outside.

It did not take her sitting here very long, for someone to notice her. She was not sure who it was, but she had a feeling someone was looking at her. That was never a good thing. So she sat still, no longer reading, but trying to listen to see if they would move closer. Her eyes danced on the page, but she did not dare read. She would not risk reading... not when someone has noticed her. She could hear someone walking, but she was not sure if said person was getting closer or not. It did not take that long for her to figure it out. She soon found an arm resting on her shoulder, she looked at it, as it hung low. One of those kid of people then? She kept her eyes down on her open book, as he bend over closer to her.

When the male spoke, Tara was quiet for a moment, thinking about her next move. She did not dare look at the male leaning over her chair. Tara took note of the page she was on before slowly closing the book so the male could see what she had been reading. the title of the book was Fallen written by Lauren Kate. "Just a book." She said with a tinny little shrug, not wanting to disturb the young male. Her eyes still on the cover of her book. She did not dare look. She would not challenge the male behind her. She would be a good girl, and speak only when she was spoken to. She would not make eye contact, not yet. She was trying really hard not to threaten him in any way shape or form. She just hoped his thoughts were....pure. Okay so not really, if they were happy that's the best she could ask for. As long as he was kind, she would not mind his company.

She just did not want any trouble. She was doing so good today. No one had noticed her. She did not wake her roommates this morning. She did not bother anyone. She was just alone. No one cared that she sat here, no one wanted her for anything. She just sat and read her book, and that was that. Period. She was just nervous at what this young male wanted. She tried to stay positive, but in this place, that was rather hard.

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[YAMATO KISEKI SUSUME]

Oh no no, this wouldn't do. Little -Red-Riding-Hood was trying to play it safe and keep from addressing the Big Bad Wolf; the latter was going to have none of that. Yami was a pretty demanding person when he wanted to be, and he generally got what he wanted, one way or another. Seeing as this girl was not going to turn around and face him, he'd have to move himself so that she'd have no choice BUT to see him. With a small shake of his head and 'tsk'ing noise, he swung his lanky form over the top of the couch with his one free hand, plopping down on the cushions right next to her. The arm that had been looped around her far shoulder was bent up at the elbow, so that he had better control of which way her neck moved. And right then, he wanted her to quirk it so she'd be looking at him, instead of that dratted book cover.
Yami didn't like competition, be it from inanimate objects, or other living creatures. If he wanted your attention, then he wanted it entirely.

Once he'd secured her eyes so that he was the one she saw, he grinned. "There, that wasn't too hard now was it?" he said, a mocking light in the dark brown orbs that stared out at her for a second, before flickering down to the thing in her hands. "I don't like talking to people who won't look me in the eyes. Fallen hm? Sounds....fitting, for this place." Which was true; even the cover suited the asylum: a lone girl with flyaway black hair frozen, her face covered by both hands, permanently in the center of that rectangle block. A bit dramatic, but pretty accurate for the most part. The corner of his mouth twisted up in a humorless smirk. Something like that had to make him wonder if the author knew what the hell she was talking about when she wrote the thing. Maybe she'd been an institution patient at some point as well? Or maybe this novel had nothing to do with madness and diseases of the mind, and was only a fictional piece for children who had too much time on their hands to waste.

"Well then, that's out of the way," he suddenly stated, gaze darting back to her face. She wasn't bad looking he supposed as he analyzed her, not that it mattered. He was on his best behavior today, so girl was lucky. But! That didn't mean he couldn't be a flirt like usual. "Now to the real question. What's a pretty little thing like you doing sitting out here alone in the morning? Better be careful; not all the guys around here are as nice as I am." At which he almost cracked up laughing at his own words. Oh sure, that was a good one! Him? A nice guy? Ah, if she fell for that, then she must be a newcomer and had yet to become acquainted with him.

``Tag: Tara/Open
``Status: Complete
``Words: 506
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``Notes: lolz No prob! Saw an open thread and decided to plop myself in. >P
``Lyrics: Pride - Soil
``Credit: Template (c) Lu L.

[TARA ELIZABETH CROSS]

((Again THANK YOU. I was for real about to leave the site if I did not get SOMEONE to plot with. So thanks for Saving Tara from a slow and painful death hahaha. Anyway.))

Tara's heart began beating much faster then normal, running at least a 110 beats a minute. The sound he made was not something she wanted to hear. Already she was in trouble, and she had done nothing. She sat there like a good girl, she did not even make eye contact. That was a good thing...right? Well apparently not so much. She clutched her book much tighter, as he swung his feet over the back of the sofa, and plopped down next to her. She let out a small breath as he did so. Meanwhile her knuckles were turning white gripping the book so tight. She'd somehow make it up to him... she just wanted to fit in, and be the good girl she was told to be. But again, this young male was not satisfied with her actions so far, and that made her worry. Her worry was justified as he moved her head for her. She now found herself looking into the eyes of a very hansom young male.

Whatever he was going to do to her, she could handle. She knew she could. Though she still held some worry in her bright eyes. She let her eyes move from each one of his, unsure of where to go from here, or what he wanted from her. Whatever it was, she hoped he'd speak up soon, or she was going to have some trouble staying sweet. Tara sort of had two personality. Tara, the sweet frighten girl that sat here now and Elizabeth, a sexual beast, who is quick to talk back. Elizabeth got Tara into a ton of trouble, but Elizabeth also took over when Tara no longer could handle what was happening to her. So as much as Tara hated Elizabeth, she loved the protection she always felt. Tara never could quite remember what Elizabeth did, and Tara was glad for that at least. Tara just hoped she could keep her head. She would rather not piss of another person. She was going to try very hard to keep herself Tara. Elizabeth did not need to take over, no matter how stressed Tara got.

Tara let herself nod her head slightly. It was not that hard to look at him no. But she was always told to never look someone in the eye. It was a sign that you wanted to challenge them. That was the LAST thing Tara wanted to do. But apparently this young male wanted nothing more then her eye contact. So she'd try very hard to keep her eyes on him. Though her shy nature would keep her from doing such a thing. Tara just had to think like Elizabeth that's all. She had to try at least. It was never hard to tell who was in control, Tara or Elizabeth. Seeing as Tara's eyes were soft, her general features were softer. Elizabeth on the other hand was very confident, and carried herself in such a way, it was hard not to notice. Also Elizabeth tended to sex things up a bit more... okay a lot more. The way Elizabeth used her eyes were, creepy, sorta like having sex with the other person, only using her eyes. Tara never quite knew how to use her eyes that way. She should pick it up... it might help her in the long run? Maybe?

Even as his eyes drifted to her book, she kept her eyes on him. She studied his features, while she could. She wanted to remember him, she was not sure why, but she wanted to memorize that face, she'd know she'd need it later. "Um." Was all Tara really could say to his first question. Seeing as he continued on. "I know." She finished not answering the question, but commenting on his comment. He seemed...well nicer then most the people here. She did not know him so she was not sure he was nice, but he'd do...for now. Tara still trying to keep that eye contact, took the lower corner of her lip between her teeth, if only for a moment. "I just... I did not want to wake up my roommates, so I came out here?" She said, though it sounded way more like a question then a statement. What was she going to do? She had no friends to hang out with, she did not want to stay in her room and be made fun of by her roommates, the next best place would be the common room. Yeah it was unsafe, but it was public, and lots of places for her to run. Not that she was very fast, but if she were to scream someone would hear her. So it was best to be here then locked in her room, or outside. Anyway she usually was ignored, until now that is.

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[YAMATO KISEKI SUSUME]

Hrm, there was definitely the look of a trapped animal about her. If not fear, then worry, was glowing in the eyes that looked back at him, as though she was paranoid he might turn on her at any given second. Which, granted, she had pretty good reason to assume (but there was no way for her to know that at this point, since they'd only just met, and she seemed like a new-arrival here). As long as his good 'friend' Kasuki - plus others whose names and faces he didn't remember, nor cared to - didn't show up any time soon, he could keep her in that oblivious state. If said ghost did decide to make himself known, then this little lady would soon learn that her anxiety around him was well warranted.

There were two very definitive sides to Yamato Kiseki Susume. One side, was his normal face, the one he showed to the rest of the world most often. This was his nicer, more tolerable - and tolerant - personality; still a bit of jerk and smart-aleck and flirt, but not beyond anything that people couldn't put up with. It was the side that everyone wanted to see when they were in his near vicinity, because that meant he was in a good mood, and wasn't likely to attack them any time soon.
The other side, was not so pretty, and was the reason why he didn't get along with many here. That second face only came out when his delusions began, meaning it was very hard to predict when exactly the ugly half would show. Yami's hallucinations came and went with remarkable unpredictability; some times months would pass between visions, sometimes only hours. And heaven help you if you happen to be around him when Kasuki visited. More often than not, he had a habit of raping the person closest at hand. Just ask Tav; his brother knew better than anyone how the whole pattern worked.

But back to his latest subject of interest.
He still hadn't learned her name yet, neither had he given his. And if he was going to keep this up any longer, he'd have to have something else to call her other than 'hey you'. "Say, I haven't gotten your name have I?" he drawled out, head quirking like an inquisitive dog. "I'm Yamato by the way. Or just Yami is fine."

Her answer to his previous question made him laugh out loud. It wasn't a mocking sound, just a simple display of amusement. Okay, so maybe there was a little bit of a condescending tone in there, but it was minuscule. "I dunno, is that why you're here right now?" he demanded right back, eyebrow raising. He tapped her gently with the knuckle of the hand that remained wound around her neck, still chuckling quietly. "You keep up that timid act of yours, and I just might be tempted to try something...." Yami let the implications of what he'd just said sit in the air between them, the grin never leaving his face. Of course, he didn't mean anything by it, but it was just too fun messing with her. He'd like to see what conclusions her mind would jump to, and what her reaction would be like.

``Tag: Tara/Open
``Status: Complete
``Words: 548
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``Notes: Well have you posted up a plot app in the plot thread? That's how most people get plots done for their charries. ^^
``Lyrics: Pride - Soil
``Credit: Template (c) Lu L.

[TARA ELIZABETH CROSS]

((Oh yeah! that's the very first thing I do after claiming all my stuff. I'm gonna try bumping the post to the top or something. Anyway not too many people seem to like Tara. Then again she's really new to me, so I don't know her well, and I don't really know how to RP her yet...ya know? ))

Tara was still still, not sure how to handle this particular situation. So she did what she knew best. She was quiet. Though she knew her silence could not last much longer. "My... My name?" she repeated after he told her his name. It was only fair she had to speak up. She had to let him know of her name right now. The longer she waited the slower she would seem. Tara was not slow, just cautious. After a moment though Tara spoke up. Thinking for just a second to say her name was Elizabeth, for she knew at some point in time Elizabeth would come out to play, when that was Tara would never know. But at least she knew Elizabeth was there and watching. "Tara....Tara Elizabeth." Tara responded softly. "But just call me Tara, or um. Lizzy." She added quickly chewing on the corner of her bottom lip, once again. It was best that she added the Lizzy in there. For she could just feel Elizabeth burning inside her, but Tara was not ready to give up control, not yet. Tara was just fine, she was frighten yes, but it was nothing she could not handle. Though Elizabeth seemed to have another idea. As long as Tara kept her strong will, strong, she'd be okay. Then again Elizabeth always seemed to be stronger then Tara. So this was about to get interesting.

Her heart was beating even faster as he full out laughed at her sorry excuse for an answer. Her nerves were shot and things just got worse from there. Elizabeth still burning to get out. But Tara was not ready to let her, not yet. Tara's breath got quite a bit faster, she was upset, and it showed. Tara was not okay with what was going on. She was frighten and just trying to be ignored. But no, she was getting a bunch of the wrong kind of attention. It was clear that Tara was beginning to freak out, the flight or fight response, was becoming visual now. She said nothing at his next comment. This very comment was enough.

It was enough to send Tara in a spiral, she was out for the count. Her eyes slipped closed, for just a second, and when her eyes opened this time, it was clear she was no longer Tara. Her breath was normal, as was her heart rate. The sweet nature Tara held was gone, and now a more confident, sure of herself women replaced Tara. A small smirk appeared on Elizabeth's face, her eyes devilish, almost daring. If anytihng she'd enjoy it. Her body was held a little different even as the hand grasped her throat. "Baby... who you callin' Timid?" Elizabeth responded with a louder type laugh, sounding more like a giggle then anything. "No one's shy around her." She added, placing the back of her soft hand upon his cheek, ever so slowly letting it trace the natural waves of his face. Her hand barely touched his cheek, the touch was more sensual, sexual even. It clearly had a hidden meaning behind the touch. Her eyes bore into his, waiting, watching, enjoying even. The smirk still plastered on her young face. Hoping that he'd try something. Elizabeth would only enjoy it. Tara would know nothing of this, or so Elizabeth hoped. Elizabeth just hoped she could keep her dirty little thoughts to herself. Tara did not need to see what Elizabeth had planned for this young male.

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