``Freak{on a Leash} __CJ*

[MATTHEW SID CHAINLAND]

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Today was turning out to be one of his worse days. He'd woken up that morning to realize that he'd misplaced the notebook in which he scribbled down his music scores, and had spent most of what free-time he had scrounging the dorm room for it. It was noon now and he still hat yet to find a trace of the blasted thing. Which was odd, since he clearly remembered that he'd brought it back to his room the night earlier. He'd flipped through it before falling asleep, so it had to be within the confinement of those four walls, somewhere. Unless one of his dormies decided to steal it for god knows what reason...he stopped his pacing and just stood in the middle of the hallway, ignoring the stream of people walking around him. Of course, why hadn't he thought of it earlier? It was highly possible that one of the three guys that he roomed with had gotten their hands on the book and had decided it would be funny to see what would happen if they didn't return it. A vein twitched in his jaw. Damnit! This was why he didn't like to share close quarters with others! You never knew what they'd take of yours, or what they may do with that object!

Matt was in a thoroughly bad mood then. He continued down the corridor, with a look that could kill plastered on his face, as he ran through the options of who the thief could've been. It never crossed his mind that maybe this was another one of his paranoid break-downs. Just like it never did for any of the same, past experiences. The boy was too used to suspecting motives and hidden plots where none existed, so that by this point, his brain had long since adjusted to manifesting those same ideas into a reality.

A crowded place like this wasn't the best place for a paranoid freakazoid like him to be at. But for some reason, that batty old lady who called herself a psychiatrist had insisted that Stanfield Asylum was the perfect institution to ship him off to. As though being in jail, separated from Serena and the twins, for a whole year plus five months hadn't been bad enough...He sighed, running a hand through his hair, as was his habit when frustrated. Oh well, there was nothing he could do now that he was cooped up in this god-forsaken hellhole. Looking up, he suddenly realized that he was all but alone in the previously jammed hallway. Had a bell rang then? Good, that meant less people were going to be around, and thus, less targets for him to keep an eye on. He relaxed some; not entirely mind you, but enough that he didn't look like he wanted to kill something anymore.

``Tag: CJ
``Status: Complete
``Words: 472
``Outfit: Click
``Notes: ...I suck at beginning posts...
``Lyrics: Freak on a Leash - Korn
``Credits: Template (C) Lu L.

[CRAIG JACE SUTHERLAND]

` and i am a weapon
A N D I T ' S N O T M Y F A U L T I T ' S

H O W I ' M P R O G R A M M E D T O F U N C T I O N

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He loathed having roommates. Other people were just so annoying. He felt like he had more space at a concert than at this stupid asylum. He wanted to go back to his room to sleep but that would only be possible if no one was there. His new roommates weren't his favorite. He hadn't even talked to them yet. He walked down the hall, staring at the ground. He bumped into a person but the guy was too stoned to even realize it. But, that didn't matter to Craig. Why would it? Wasn't any of his damn business, nor did he want anything to be his business. Everything was everything to do with himself. Me, myself, and I.

He stopped at a pair of shoes. He gripped the notebook in his hand tighter as his gaze was averted upward. Oh, great. His roomie. It seemed like he was pretty paniced about something. Maybe it was his notebook that he had found earlier by his pillow? He figured one of the two put it on his bed by mistake. At first though, he had thought it was his own since the two looked exactly the same. But when he looked inside, the queer songs weren't his, nor did he want them to be his. He only read through the first line and then put it in a backpack in which he currently wears now. In his hand, though, was his own note book. But since he couldn't be sure on why the guy was acting like this, he wouldn't even bring up the notebook. Maybe it wasn't his and maybe he was worried over something else. Most likely, he was.

He noticed the guy was facing the other direction and probably thought he was alone. Well, out of boredom, he wanted to have some fun. Taking two steps forward, he whispered in his ear. "You're not alone," he said in the lowest, most creepiest voice he had in his lungs. He wasn't sure what his reaction would be but he seemed like the guy, what was his name again?, was less concerned about something scaring him. So maybe this would.

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352 . WORDS
Listening to music.<3 . STATUS
Matthew . TAG
lol, i think this'll be amusing. Of course they have the same looking notebooks and of course Craig just happened to find Matthew's as well. . NOTES
lily allen, the fear . LYRICS
the amazing RACHEL of CAUTION and ATF . CREDIT

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[MATTHEW SID CHAINLAND]

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The hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood up, and he got the ever-familiar feeling that he was being watched by someone, or something, from someplace. There was no sign of observers up ahead, nor to his sides, nor above or below, which meant...he was just about to turn around when the voice sounded from near his right shoulder.
'You're not alone...'
He spun in the direction of the sound, to find himself nose to nose with some weird guy with glasses and black hair. For a second, Matt didn't say anything, just stood there, body half twisted so that he was facing this odd-ball, blinking. "The hell do you mean by that?" he finally got his tongue working again, eyes immediately narrowing suspiciously. Of course, if this dude was here, then that meant he wasn't as alone as he'd originally thought. But could the other be referring to something else? There could be many meanings to that simple phrase.

The blonde boy didn't move, but his gaze slid up and down his 'adversary', sizing him up and taking in the minutest details. They weren't that different height-wise, and as far as body-build went, they were pretty much on even grounds as well. Good; if anything questionable happened because of four-eyes here....Matt's attention was directed to the notebook that said personnel was clutching, a notebook that seemed uncannily familiar. "...where did you get that?" He gestured at the unoffending sprial-bound book with his closest hand, eying its holder with increased wariness. Now that he thought about it, he might've seen this one around somewhere.

That was it! The dorms; four-eyes was one of his new roommates. And the one that just so happened to have the bed right next to his as well. Now he ends up in the possession of a notebook that is an almost identical copy of Matt's own? He'd found his thief (or so he thought). But he wouldn't mention it outright. See if this guy would figure it out, that the thing in his hand didn't belong to him, and that he was looking at the actual owner.

``Tag: CJ
``Status: Complete
``Words: 355
``Outfit: Click
``Notes: lawlz CJ's already freaking Matt out with that notebook! XD
``Lyrics: Freak on a Leash - Korn
``Credits: Template (C) Lu L.

[CRAIG JACE SUTHERLAND]

` and i am a weapon
A N D I T ' S N O T M Y F A U L T I T ' S

H O W I ' M P R O G R A M M E D T O F U N C T I O N

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"I mean exactly what I said, dumb--" he cut off there. Wait, why tell him that when he could be more creative? Say something to freak him out? His eyes showed enough paranoia as it is. Why not make him more paranoid? "--but if I said that, I'd be lying. Cause there's always so much more in being around you. You're never alone. I'm always here when you want me to be," he ended his creepy speech with, batting his eyes through his glasses, smiling. He had to create more of an artistic, creepy affect.

This guy was one word. Weird. Extremely weird. Yet, kinda funny. The way this dude looked at him was like he was some kind of stalker that he had seen before. Okay, so he'd consider him creepy & weird. Worked for him. The expression on his face was just plain...plain....he didn't even have a good word to describe it. Could this guy really be his roommate? Oh, great! He'd be afraid of this guy staring at him in his sleep! That would be uncomfortable!

He followed the creepers eyes to his notebook. You've got to be kidding me? His notebook? Oh, what a bundle of joy! Now the sarcasm was going to be needed. Looking through mental book of sarcastic saying, he'd need to make a note of a new one. And thus created, "From the Pen Thief. You see, the magical Pen Thief, you know, the big pen that walks around this place, ran into me and stole my pen and I told him that he could keep my pen no problem if I could have a notebook. And now I carry my notebook till this day." he summarized, rolling his eyes and giving the boy the look of death. "The store, dumb-ass!" And so it seemed that Craig now developed a new name for this guy. But, he wasn't going to let this false front end that easily.

"Or maybe I didn't have money for the store. And stealing appeals to some eyes," he said, looking away from the Weirdo. He cleared his throat, appearing to look a bit guilty. The way he said it could go both ways of whether he stole his own notebook or someone else could have. His goal for today: Freak the Weirdo out.

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387 WORDS
Listening to music.<3 . STATUS
Matthew . TAG
I love Matthew. He's so funny! . NOTES
lily allen, the fear . LYRICS
the amazing RACHEL of CAUTION and ATF . CREDIT

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[MATTHEW SID CHAINLAND]

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He jerked back then, just a few steps, but back nonetheless. Either this dude was some sort of an unregistered creeper, or he was severely messed up in the head. 'Or maybe he's just pulling your leg and you should stop freaking out over it you big dope-head!' But of course, never listen to that little voice in the back of your mind, even when it's more right than your own mind is.
"Well I never want to see your face again, so I guess that works out for the both of us," he snapped, hating how jittery he was starting to get because of four-eyes. Gods, and he had to share a room with this kid? Ugh, and right next to him too! Matt wondered silently if it was possible to convince the administration to let him switch to another dorm, one that had slightly LESS psychotic molesters like this guy.

The Pen Thief?
He raised an incredulous brow. Really now? Really? That had better be sarcasm he detected, otherwise he was adding 'psychotic to the extreme and likes to fantasize about make-believe creatures' to the list of conclusions he'd already made about four-eyes. Dude, he was a paranoid, anger-management failure yes, but he wasn't stupid! And evidently he'd have to come out and say something about the other's questionable ownership of the book in his hand. But before he had a chance to even open his mouth, Matt was cut off by the next words spoken by his new adversary. Stealing? Was he admitting to it then? Or was this just another twisted little joke? After all, he'd mentioned a store earlier, so perhaps what four-eyes meant was that he'd stolen the notebook from said business without paying?

Or it could mean that he snatched Matt's book, and was just testing to see if the latter would show a reaction to the confession. Damn it what was with this dude?! The blonde youth was just about ready to punch a hole in the wall - although that freak's face would probably serve the purpose just as well. He was fed up with this! He'd always hated mind games; he never knew whether or not he ought to believe what was coming out of the other person's mouth. People like the one in front of him were the kind he disliked the most. With a bit of force, he managed to unclench his teeth long enough to work a sentence through. "Of course. And you wouldn't happen to conveniently remember where you stole that book from now would you?

``Tag: CJ
``Status: Complete
``Words: 430
``Outfit: Click
``Notes: lawlz The magical Pen Thief? I think CJ's funnier! XP
``Lyrics: Freak on a Leash - Korn
``Credits: Template (C) Lu L.

[CRAIG JACE SUTHERLAND]

` and i am a weapon
A N D I T ' S N O T M Y F A U L T I T ' S

H O W I ' M P R O G R A M M E D T O F U N C T I O N

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There was a long, silent pause. Craig stared at him, not one blink. His movements were even silenced. He just stared at him, as still as a statue. This was a one minute pause for him. And throughout this minute, Craig's expression was blank..with a "guilty" tint in his eyes. This minute seemed like a long one, just silence and suspicion filling the air more. It seemed like anything could happen during any second; Craig just creepily staring at the poor guy. He needed it to seem like something was wrong with all of this, like he was off in some weird way. The suspected notebook thief was really enjoying himself right now.

Oh, yes. Inside his mind, he was so laughing incredibly hard. The thoughts of more ways to freak the paranoid out was endless! If he had enough time in a day to do this, he'd try to mess with this guy for hours on end, simple things just as stalking him for a bit. The idea of moving things around while the guy was in the shower, leaving the room before he could get out, it was brilliant. So many ideas and the longer he was at this place, the longer he could torment his soul.

After the minute, Craig finally blinked again. Just barely smiling, he opened his mouth to speak but stopped, waiting a moment. Eyes staring at the ground, he cleared his throat. "M-My memory's a bit blurry," now making eye contact with him again, " 'cause it only consists of you. But, some resemblance..of a room...no, never mind. I don't remember. I didn't say a word."

CJ took a step towards him, staring at him yet again. He had no intention of letting his new teasing target get too far away from him. And the best part of this was, in his backpack, the guys real notebook still remained, just as paranoid as this guy was.

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335 . WORDS
Listening to music.<3 . STATUS
Matthew . TAG
XD XP Craig's just going to have oh so very much fun with Matthew. Truth me. . NOTES
lily allen, the fear . LYRICS
the amazing RACHEL of CAUTION and ATF . CREDIT

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[MATTHEW SID CHAINLAND]

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This, wasn't uncomfortable or awkward in any way shape of form, not at all, not one fucking bit.
Yeah, who would believe that? Now Matt was not against gays and people who were bi, but he was fairly certain that this kind of....situation, was what the definers of 'homophobia' had had in mind when they came up with the term. And if that was the case, he was officially considering changing his stand-point on that matter. 'What's he playing at? Is that guilt in his eyes, or is he just faking? I'm pretty sure it's real, but of course, this dude seems to be rather unpredictable, so maybe it's an act after all? I don't know god damnit! Say something already you four-eyed freakazoid! What are you trying to do!' was the hysterical screaming going on through his brain right then. But on the exterior, he managed to keep some semblance of calm. True his eyes were showing his paranoia, but at least he wasn't all-out panicking in front of the other one. That'd just be humiliating to the extreme! He'd never do that, not before his dorm-mate-who-he-wished-did-not-exist, and not before anyone else.

There was a slight click as his teeth came together and clenched. Number one: that was just messed up and wrong, what four-eyes had said about his memory being full of Matt. Really, that was...not right, at all! He would've tried taking another step back, but he'd a feeling that his 'attacker' would only advance with him, and the only way he'd lose four-eyes was by turning around and full out sprinting from this place. And that was not happening. To do so would be a sure indicator of how badly this encounter had shaken him, and such an admittance was not permitted by his pride. So, he'd hold his ground, and hate himself for it later.

"How...convenie-I mean, unfortunate, you can't seem to....recall the details...." he managed to get out in a tight voice. A thin smile - or what could only be assumed to be that - pulled at his lips. "Perhaps if we knocked you upside the head a couple times you'll find that fog clearing up a bit?" Because there was no doubt that Matt would just love to smash the other youth's face into the wall at this point. But he couldn't very well start a random fight in the middle of the hall now could he? No, he'd get thrown into SC for sure. Or worse, get sent to that damn therapist's desk to sit through another hour of her preachings.

``Tag: CJ
``Status: Complete
``Words: 430
``Outfit: Click
``Notes: Mwahaha! Keep this up and Matt really will try to get his hands around CJ's neck! XP
``Lyrics: Freak on a Leash - Korn
``Credits: Template (C) Lu L.

[CRAIG JACE SUTHERLAND]

` and i am a weapon
A N D I T ' S N O T M Y F A U L T I T ' S

H O W I ' M P R O G R A M M E D T O F U N C T I O N

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Knock him upside the head? If he was going for the smart ass move, Craig would encourage him to. Unfortunately, he was going for the creepy move. Which was what made him start laughing a bit. He couldn't hold it in any longer. This guy was just too hilarious. With CJ laughing, it must have made it obvious he was messing with him. Too bad the whole problem was still the notebook. Craig had an advantage over him so no matter what mess up he made, it would still be okay. From just the looks of everything, Craig still didn't remember. And it hadn't even been that long ago since he had "stolen" the notebook. This was perfect.

He had covered his mouth while he was laughing but he uncovered it, clearing his throat. Messing with his own hair for a moment, he just smiled at the dumb ass."Oh, i'm sorry, were you saying something?" he asked, bright smile still planted. This put Craig Jace in a great mood for the rest of the day. How could it not? He felt like the dude was a puppet on strings, all connecting to his fingers. If he remained control of the situation, everything would continue to go his way, freaking the kid out. So, to continue with all of this, he cleared his throat again and held the notebook up.Clearly showing the guy the notebook, he then lowered it and started to quickly flip through the pages, back and forth, from first to last.

"Oh, look, i'm watching you," he smirked, now using his thumb to stop at a random page. "But, hey, maybe it'll jog my memory if I read out of it?" His eyes began to wander down towards the page but he quickly looked back up, waiting for approval that he knew he wouldn't get for his own notebook. A small glare showed on his glasses as he fiddled with one of the sides of the page. How would the guy feel about him reading through "his" notebook? Disapproving, right? Wouldn't that give him all the more pleasure?

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360 . WORDS
Listening to music.<3 . STATUS
Matthew . TAG
I think..CJ dares him to. o.O . NOTES
lily allen, the fear . LYRICS
the amazing RACHEL of CAUTION and ATF . CREDIT

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