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Post by EVAN TALON ANDREWS on Apr 23, 2010 6:07:18 GMT
The corridors. Otherwise empty except for the occasional wanderer, Evan decided to escape from the chaos of groupies and find the perfect loner location. Leaning against the dirty cement wall, he took out a single cigarette from a pack he'd stolen from one of the staff members and grabbed his lighter that was also stolen months ago. It'd come more than easy to take what he wanted from the staff because they were so clueless and preoccupied with everyone's conditions and treatments. Taking a long drag, rested his head back against the corridor wall and then blew the smoke out of his mouth in one steady stream.
Fire had been something he'd admired from a young age and smoking only added to it. Evan wasn't peer pressured into starting, but willingly and curiously tried it himself when he stumbled upon it. Everyone saying that smoking slowly kills you didn't bother him. All he would say back is "Staying in this hell hole kills me faster." The blood in his veins began to slowly boil as he thought of the position he was put in, of how had put him in the asylum. His parents were completely mental if they think these doctors were going to magically change him. Just because he was given medication doesn't mean he was going to take them. Screw the therapists. That paper certificate of theirs ment nothing to him. If Evan ever got a hold of it he'd gladly burn it with a huge smile on his face.
Another long drag made him relax, if only slightly. Alcohol was his drive, what made him live on a calmer level. His anger would often become easily spiked when his liver didn't have any alcohol to filter. Evan was regularly surprised his liver hadn't failed from all he had consumed, but he considered himself lucky. Bending down to pick up something off the floor, Evan heard the sound of faint footsteps walk quickly down one of the halls before stopping suddenly. Shortly following, the sound of a door opening and closing made Evan relaxed his muscles. Without even realizing he had tensed up at the thought of someone coming in and ruining his peace. The glass Smirnoff vodka bottle in his right hand felt comfortable and reassuring. Top off, Evan took a swig of the clear liquid and sighed in relief. This, this is what made the world seem better, if only slightly. The numbing of his brain and the thoughts running through it was the best experience he could ever have.
Slowly, he put the opening of the bottle to his lips and raised it above his head to take in the sharp taste of liquor. However, he didn't know he had company. Still swallowing, Evan glanced to his left and found someone he didn't expect. Somehow she looked familiar. Right hand now lowered, Evan continued to stare at the blonde wondering if she was someone he could trust. One more drag of his cigarette and he wasn't caring about her presence anymore. Apperantly she wasn't important enough to remember anyhow.
TAG - Ella?! WORDS - 515?! NOTES - Not quite sure if you wanted secluded or busy, but it's pretty much open. I figure Evan's aggressive scary side would come out if his Vodka bottle broke?! TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent. CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 [/font][/center]
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Post by ELLA QUINN MILLER on Apr 23, 2010 17:14:08 GMT
YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHESTEllaMiller [/size] NOTHING'S TOO EXCESSIVE WHEN YOU'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT[/center] Her session with the therapist had just ended and Ella felt like the little bit of energy she had was spent. Today had been a rough session, he had delved even deeper into her relationships with her brother, father, and then he moved on to Jason before Ella started to lose it. She had changed the subject quickly and noticed him writing something down when she had done so. Great now they were going to be bringing him up every time which terrified her. She needed a fix badly right about now, but she knew she was out of the pain pills and that if she went to Ethan he would have told her that she didn't need anything. Her brother was not the most understanding guy, and she wanted to yell at him repeatedly, blaming him for her being her, for Jason's death..everything.
She made her way down the corridors, not paying attention at all to where she was going. When she got into a funk like this she couldn't focus on anything. It was driving her crazy to know that she was going to be stuck in the place for God knew how long, all she wanted was to get out of here, to go back home and just live out her life. Her parents wouldn't have that, they couldn't take the screaming at night or the freak outs anytime she saw even a little flame. They had to keep her out of the kitchen, her father had to watch where he smoked it was just ridiculous as far as they saw it. Hell they had spent thousands upon thousands of dollars to get her all the surgeries to help get rid of the majority of the burn scars. Her mother was a perfectionist and wouldn't dare have a scarred daughter. It hurt her to know that she was no longer that little princess her parents used to dote upon and love.
Finding herself in a mostly empty corridor she kept heading down the hallway and slipped on the slick floor and fell into someone. " Ouch..oh Im so sorry." she heard glass break and she bit her lip watching a broken bottle roll away. Looking up with apologetic eyes she finally saw his face and her heart stopped. Her eyes grew wide and she couldn't breathe for a second. " No...this isn't right your not alive." she blinked repeatedly, steadying herself against the cool wall she felt her ankle throbbing and knew she had sprained it. Looking up again she shook her head, " Jason I know your not really there..." but he wouldn't go away like he normally did when she saw him, he was still there and she wasn't able to figure it out. She took a couple steps back her ankle throbbing, " Who are you....your not Jason...hes dead." she knew her meds they gave her had to be working, yet she had no idea why she was seeing Jason's face on this person. It was horrible for her to see this, it brought back so many memories. Though this guy was smoking, and Jason didn't smoke. Licking her lips as a tear slid down her cheek she wiped it away quickly.
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Post by EVAN TALON ANDREWS on Apr 25, 2010 6:22:35 GMT
] If only Evan had known what that ditzy blonde girl had done before it happened. At least he would be spared the wasted effort of his anger. Of course the blonde chick would find a nice little spot on the floor that was slippery enough to make her run smack dab into him. The sudden emptyness of his right hand didn't process at first, but when it did, Evan felt the boiling blood rush to his face in rage. The rambling she was spitting out was of no real concern to him. The alcohol already consumed wasn't enough to make him passive to blow off the event. The girl's lips were moving, yet it never reached Evan's ears. Hands now curled up tight, Evan tried to hold himself back from actually taking a swing at the blonde. Spending a while in this hell hole at least taught him something.
"What the fuck?!" flew out of Evan's mouth after the glass broke, if only out of instinct. "You're going to have to pay for this shit." Taking a very deep breath, he tried what he could to make himself calmer. With his magic elixir now spilled all over the floor, he was going to have to put a lot more work into it. Well.....did he? It's not like he knew the girl and she was stupid enough to slip right into him. Something unknown was there, like Evan knew he was going to see her again, so he had to be careful. When did he ever listen to what his head told him anyways?
One drawn out inhale from his cigarette gave him a slight relief, but he wasn't even passed half his battle. Almost immediately he was taking his anger and putting it into different ideas in his mind. Torture stratagies filtered through his brain at high speed just waiting for him to pick and act out. His hands were flexing and extending while his mind processed each thought, but it suddenly stopped when the girl spoke out. Jason? Evan stared down the blonde wondering why she was asking about Jason. It could be a coincidence that he had a deceased identical twin brother named Jason, but in his gut Evan knew she knew something. When a tear rolled down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away, he wondered just what she knew about his sibling. Again that feeling of familiarity reared its ugly head.
"I am the guy who is fucking pissed off right now. If you want to continue breathing, then I suggest you leave," Evan said through clenched teeth, his glaring eyes staring into her confused ones. Already he could tell she was newer to the school, not just because he'd never seen her before, but the fact she reacted the way she did. The weakness that she presented to Evan already was enough for someone to just take advantage of with either violence or through sexual means. There were some pretty fucked up people wandering the premises. Again he took a drag and let the smoke settle around him in a thin gray cloud.
TAG - Ella?! WORDS - 520?! NOTES - Yeah.....I think this turned out crappier than what I played out in my head. Sorry! >.< Yep he has major anger, buuuuut drinking helps him calm down and whatnot.?! TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent. CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 [/font][/center]
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Post by ELLA QUINN MILLER on Apr 26, 2010 1:54:46 GMT
YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHESTEllaMiller [/size] NOTHING'S TOO EXCESSIVE WHEN YOU'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT[/center] Ella's heart just about thudded out of her chest as he started griping at her. Taking a few steps back her ankle screaming with pain with each step she started digging quickly through her purse and opened up her wallet, feeling terrible. " Look, please don't be mad...I...Im really sorry." she winced again at the pain as she limped back towards him holding out a fifty. " Thats enough for two bottles, just...don't be mad at me." she knew for sure it wasn't Jason after that, never once had Jace yelled at her in their whole time they were together, she figured this was just some side effect from her new meds, or something. Yeah..no way he was Jason.
She slipped the wallet back into her purse and looked into his blue eyes, her own locked onto them for a second, seeing pure anger behind them. It frightened her a little, but then she was used to being around Ethan, and he was always angry and mean as shit. She was used to that, yet seeing it on that angelic face, that was not something she was used to. " Call me a glutton for punishment, but I don't think I want to go anywhere, besides, if you really want to drink, I could help you there...if you want that is." she had a bottle of Jack hidden well in her room, and would share it. Lately the blonde wanted nothing more than to escape reality.
She looked at him with pleading eyes, that puppy dog expression that typically got her exactly what she wanted, though something told her it just might not work on him. " I feel like I should know you...you look like my....." she trailed off trying to decide what to call Jason. " My deceased boyfriend." she frowned. That kind of was the best thing to call him, as they never broke up, he died...what else could you say about that? Brushing a lock of hair out of her face she couldn't help but keep stealing glances at him, he was identical to Jason, and it scared the hell out of her. Then things slowly began to filter in. The fact that there were no pictures of Jason as a baby at the old house, the fact that the pictures didn't seem to start until he was older.
" Do you know Jason Andrews?" she just had to ask it and get it over with, it was killing her not to know. He looked exactly like him, was he really his twin like she was thinking, or was it all a really screwed up coinicdence, or was he just a figment of her imagination like she figured. Yet her imgaination never had yelled at her before. She really must be going crazy. Maybe the doc was wrong. She really was going insane. If she was seeing her dead boyfriend this well, yeah she had lost her damn mind.
[/font] [/blockquote][/blockquote] WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE WE LOST CONTROL WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE WELOSTCONTROL [/size] WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE WE LOST CONTROL WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE[/center] •tags• Evan •status•Done •outfit• cute •word count• 494 •lyrics• DIE TONIGHT, LIVE FOREVER by InnerPartySystem •credit• AMANDA THE PIRATE * @ CAUTION !
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Post by EVAN TALON ANDREWS on Apr 26, 2010 20:46:35 GMT
Looking at the girl stutter and stumble from fear started to slowly take effect on Evan, especially since she seemed injured from the fall earlier. Taking his time, he inhaled and exhaled slowly and heavily as if to blow out his angry fit, but it was taking a while. The medication that was given to him wasn't actually taken today which made it harder. Now he wished he hadn't skipped it this morning. Evan wasn't paying attention to the blonde until she suddenly held out a 50 dollar bill to him. Staring at it for a minute, he sighed softly and shook his head. "Don't bother." God he was making himself confused. One minute in a fit of anger he wanted her to pay for the broken bottle and now he was going soft and refusing the needed dough. The urge to cradle his head was overwhelming but he fought it. The one thing he didn't want to do was show the girl any crazy habits he did when he was alone.
His hand moved up to take a drag from his cigarette, but stopped and groaned. He'd gone through it so fast because of the incident and now he had to get another one out. Normally he didn't smoke that many everyday, but he was afraid of what could happen if he didn't. Alcohol was his main dependence, that was the cure to his whacked out attitude, cigarettes were just a secondary habit. It did little to help, but it was something.
The more Evan looked at the girl's face, the more his memories would be filtered. Somewhere in his past he'd seen her but still he couldn't find that little piece of the puzzle. Pulling another cigarette out of the box he'd stolen, Evan lit up the end and gave into his craving. Flicking off the burnt end, he watched her as she offered some liquor of her own. Tempting as it was, he didn't want anything from the girl. Trust didn't come easy in this kind of place and he certainly wasn't going to take something from the person he'd gotten mad over. Medications were quite easy to get a hold of.
Leaned against the wall again, his body tensed as she talked again, saying he looked like her deceased boyfriend. What a compliment. Yet, he couldn't joke about it. The information his parents gave him about his twin brother's death was now present in his mind. Did Jason have a girlfriend? Turning away from her so his side was facing her direction, he looked at the ground intensely. Wait a minute. Now the pictures of his brother made sense. That's what Evan was trying so hard to remember. It wasn't a person he met in his life, but someone that was with Jason while he was stuck in here.
At the mention of his brother's name, Evan whipped his head toward her, his thougts now confirmed. It was more than obvious the brother's relationship. Evan didn't talk about Jason and Jason apparently didn't talk about him either. Identical twins that wanted nothing to do with each other, what a concept!
"Jason Andrews is my brother. Identical twin to be exact." Evan took in another dose of nicotine, letting the smoke slowly escape from between his lips. "I bet you already figured that one out though." So his brother had gone for a clumbsy blonde chick with some kind of illness that would send her to the asylum. Nice catch for the only "normal son". Evan wondered what his parents thought about it. When thinking about it though, it was a no brainer. They didn't care about the girl, only their now deceased son. It was intensely depressing to think about, but no hiding the truth anymore.
TAG - Ella?! WORDS - 629?! NOTES - Angry, not heartless. Hahahahaha?! TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent. CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 [/font][/center]
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Post by ELLA QUINN MILLER on Apr 28, 2010 17:54:02 GMT
YOU CAN FEEL THE POUNDING WRAPPED AROUND YOUR CHESTEllaMiller [/size] NOTHING'S TOO EXCESSIVE WHEN YOU'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT[/center] Ella frowned feeling even worse when he refused the money. She was confused, the guy had demanded she pay for it, and now that she was handing the money over he told her not to bother. " Please, I insist..take it." she wasn't going to let anyone have something they could hold over her. It was bad enough with Ethan having control over her, now the last thing she wanted was to owe some guy, who looked just like Jason, to have it also. Realizing that he wasn't going to take it she shoved it back in her wallet and zipped the purse closed. This was irritating, this guy blew hot and cold, and it was rather confusing, not to mention....intriguing. Leave it to Ella to find a guy like that fascinating.
As he lit up the cigarette she backed away quickly at the sight of the flame. She was beyond terrified of fire after the whole incident, and even if it was a tiny flame, like that from his lighter, she freaked out. Closing her eyes she tried to concentrate on her breathing. It was not easy to calm down, knowing that that tiny flame could become a blaze so easily. Like the flame from a certain silver zippo that had burned the Andrews old house to the ground, and taken Jason's life, and Ella's sanity all at once.
Not even the promise of her own liquor would get him to say anything to her, or to even accept the offer. Feeling entirely hideous, she rubbed at the mostly invisible burn scars on her arms. It was her scars, she was ugly, and no guy wanted to hang out with her. She should have figured that much. It was all in her head, she knew better deep down, but she always blamed herself for everything. Just like the fire, Ethan's issues, Jason's death, and her parents sending her to this god awful hell hole. All of that was her fault, and she would never convince herself otherwise.
She wondered why Jason never mentioned having a twin, much less a brother at all. All those times she was getting into it with Ethan, he could have been able to tell her that he understood how she felt. Evan seemed to have anger issues, but then again so did Ethan. It would have been something they could have talked about, but no. Maybe his parents demanded he not tell anyone about Evan? It was all an odd situtaion that she just didn't understand.
Biting her lip when he whipped his head around to look at her. There was something in those icey blue eyes that cut into her very soul. " Twin...." she sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. " I did kind of figure it out..though I won't lie. I thought you were just...a figment of my imagination." she frowned at him feeling like an idiot. " um..I'm Ella. I don't know if you know anything about me, though I'd imagine you don't since your brother never told me about you either." she was upset now, how could Jace never tell her about his brother?
[/font] [/blockquote][/blockquote] WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE WE LOST CONTROL WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE WELOSTCONTROL [/size] WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE WE LOST CONTROL WE'RE ALL HERE CAUSE[/center] •tags• Evan •status•Done •outfit• cute •word count• 525 •lyrics• DIE TONIGHT, LIVE FOREVER by InnerPartySystem •credit• AMANDA THE PIRATE * @ CAUTION !
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