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Post by DAKOTA TYBALT LONG on Apr 27, 2010 2:11:57 GMT
IS IT TRUE THAT YOU'RE ALWAYS THIS BREATHTAKING? you're smart and you're willing , [/i] [/size] `` M Y G O D T H I S I S K I L L I N G[color=white M E [/color],,[/size][/font][/center] A few screams and kicks were put out as his arms flailed around. Dakota clung tightly to the dull colored blanket as he woke from his night terror. The same images and scenes played through his mind almost every night. With the violent slashing and deaths, he couldn’t handle it. It was only around seven in the morning. He glanced over toward Nolan’s bed, only to find him half asleep still. He was slightly confused by this fact. Nolan had never slept through one of his night terrors so all Kota could assume was it wasn’t as bad as he assumed which pleased him to a high extent. All he really hoped for was that they would disappear. He would do anything for a good nights sleep with no nightmares haunting his younger and innocent mind but all he could do was wait for them to slowly fade with age. The doctors always found it surprising that the night terrors still existed for Dakota since most children grew out of it before they reached middle school.
A small and slightly muted sigh escaped from his thin pale lips. He stayed crawled up in the blankets with them pulled up over his messy hair for a few more minutes. He was allowing himself to calm down as he took deep and slow breaths. As he slowly felt his breathing slow and his mind clear, he decided it was best to go take a smoke and find something for the remainder of his day. He would loved to have fallen back to sleep but he was aware there was no hope on trying. As childish as he acted, he was still a teenager and loved sleep more than most things to occupy himself at the asylum.
Dakota got up and went over to his dresser that was filled as much as possible with clothes. He started with his shirt. It was his absolute favorite. It read ‘I love dinosaurs’ across the front in his favorite color, bright green. He quietly shut the drawer and opened the next slowly. He began to look through this pile and picked out a pair of matching boxers (he was always one to make sure his boxers and shirts were color coordinated) and continued to the next. He grabbed a random pair of skinny jeans and began to dress. He picked up bright green vans, though they had faded to a much paler color now, and sat them in front of his bed. Before he slipped them on, he took a dinosaur necklace from his night stand. It was his favorite gift he had received and had owned it since he was at the young age of five. He smiled, pleased with his appearance for it being such an early morning.
He managed to sneak out of the dorm without waking anymore of his roommates, or at least not that he was aware of. Kota tip toed down the hall and outdoors. The smell of fresh rain and grass mixed with the alcohol and cigarette aroma. He loved each of the fragrances individually but not intertwined with one another. He slowly wandered his way around the campus and stumbled upon the courtyard. This place mostly was filled with others who pushed him around while shooting up. He was shocked to seem it mainly empty except for a few various people walking by. He sat down on one of the benches and took a seat.
Kota took a pack from his back pocket and removed the lighter from the same pocket on the back of his jeans. He placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit it up. He inhaled the smoke and let the puff of intoxicated air out a while after. He would be perfectly content on the bench smoking until the students started to swarm around the courtyard. For now, all he wanted was some familiar company. He was frightened and lonely. Two things he constantly felt and hated. He wanted some knight in shinning amour to go save him from his fear.
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Post by MICHAEL ADAM HOLMES on Apr 29, 2010 23:42:23 GMT
* - - - SO WHAT'S IT GONNA TAKE silver shadow believer?SPOCK ROCKER WITH YOUR DIRTY EYES !Mikey didn't dream.
They were something he desperately wished he had often, but he didn't. No matter what he didn't, he scarcely had dreams that he could remember, and even fewer that ever meant anything to him. At six o'clock AM, an alarm rung sharply through his room and woke him from his deep, dreamless sleep as it did every morning. Five seemed like a horrifying hour, but Mikey made sure he was up each morning to watch the sun firs and then set hours later. After that, he went to bed, and the cycle continued. It was nearly the only constant in his life, and definitely one he enjoyed. He yawned delicately, stretched his arms back behind him, and hopped out of bed with a bit too much energy for such an ungodly hour so he could get dressed and brush his teeth. He rarely spent much time on his outfit, and today was no different; whatever was clean, and so long as there weren't too many patterns that would give an epileptic a seizure. It was always cold in the morning, so he added a gigantic sweatshirt over his tank top and padded out the door quietly and into the dimly lit hallway, still devoid of any activity. In addition to getting up so early for the sun, he was able to enjoy a few hours of peace and quite while everyone else slept.
The long hallway finally opened up into a room with a door, armed by a half-awake guard, but he wasn't given much trouble. Unlike the majority of his peers, he didn't mind the staff at all – rather, he liked to try and befriend them. The horror! – and he was able to pass through. The ground was slightly damp and moisture, and the cold dirt squished through his toes as he pranced through the dew and finally to a spot where he could peer between the trees and see the day begin. His legs pulled up towards his torso so he could get comfy, ignoring the moisture under his bum and dampening his shorts. His timing was just about right, as usual. The darkness faded into pink, and before too long he could see the giant flaming monster that was the sun.
And then he was up and running again. Into the trees, to start off his day in branches. He was able to find a suitable tree sitting close enough to the edge of the cluster of trees, and wasted no time in swinging his leg over the lowest branch. The kid was flexible, especially for wearing jean shorts. He'd been a good climber since he was six years old, so it had hardly been fifteen minutes before he reached the near top. His decision to go higher was crushed as soon as he made the mistake of looking down, so he chilled in the mid-section of the tree instead. It couldn't have been very far past seven, if even, but already the school was beginning to wake up. Granted, not even a fifth of the Stanfield population was awake yet (or pulling themselves out of bed, for that matter) but there was life yet again.
Propped up against one of the branches, his eyes narrowed slightly as he watched people emerge and reenter the building. A few staff, students out for a smoke, and others who, like him, were just in it for the pleasure of being outside. Few were familiar to him, but one chocolate brown head of hair caught his sight. So much, even, that he leaned so far forward that he nearly lost his balance on the thick branch. It looked like Dakota, but he couldn't be positive from where he was sitting. Pushing off slowly, he adjusted himself so that he could hang down and slowly make his way down onto the branch below him and so on until he could get down onto the ground. Once that was done, he walked slowly towards the building, angling away from Dakota's view, until he could be sure it was him. Then, when he was, he broke into a slow run. If all went as planned, he'd be able to scare the crap out of him.
Kota, or Kotabear as he preferred to call him, was possibly his favorite person in the world. They played games together, they cuddled, they laughed, they liked the same things. He made Mikey happy, and Mikey tried to do the same. As far as he knew, though, he wasn't one to wake up so early as he was, so the only thing he could think of was his nightmares, which made him slow his running and abort mission anyway. Which, in the end, was probably a good thing. Wouldn't want his friends to be choking on their cigarettes. Instead, he tiptoed up to his back and pressed his face into his shoulder, blinking twice into the fabric of his shirt and grinning. "Hey Kota, Kotabear."
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