New Skeptics //Zoe, Open

Eris
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New Skeptics //Zoe, Open Mar 25, 2012 23:14:44 GMT -5

Post by Eris on Mar 25, 2012 23:14:44 GMT -5

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Avielle Blaire‘’
Must have been out of her M I N D;
Make her out of her M I N D

Red sky melding into a purple sunset. Sapphire blades of grass exploding into saffron stars. Unknown creatures hurled themselves into the heavens only to shred themselves upon the barbed edges of the moon’s craters and come floating gently back down to earth, dreams and hearts broken by their hopes. The atmosphere changed constantly, unseen clouds crying neon raindrops down onto the skin of the earth while the trees swayed violently in a nonexistent gale. Everything was thrashing, yet everything was still.

Laying on her back in the spacious backyard of her dreaded home, her long red hair spread around her like some sort of bloodied halo, Avielle gazed up at the night sky in a drugged stupor. She had taken that little orange pill about forty-five minutes ago, after her parents had left for their monthly trip to the capitol, and she was now in the perfect build up of Glitz. A whispery laugh fled from her slightly parted lips as she watched the universe swirl and expand around her, her subconscious emitting a string of nonsensical words that further enhanced Avielle’s color-filled stupor.

Reaching out to the invisible wings of darkness that were slowly enveloping her thin body, the teen gasped and cried out, her voice hoarse from lack of use. The unreal darkness had descended on her and wherever the imagined blanket of nothing touched, Avielle felt a bone deep chill that rocked her entire being with a overwhelming sense of wrong. With her chest heaving and her fingers clawing into the earth, the girl felt as if she were choking upon everything and nothing all at once.

Her bony frame began to convulse violently and she watched, terrified as her skin began to bubble and melt. Avielle began to scream inwardly in an attempt to ground herself and end the faux-agony that she was in No. No! No stop watching! This is all just the Glitz, you are having a bad trip, that’s all… its just a bad trip! Avielle could no longer control her body, her fingers clawed painfully into the rocky ground and her back arched into an almost impossible position. Opening her mouth in a silent scream, the terrified teen could no longer keep her hold upon reality and was enveloped into the chains and padlocks of her self medication.

And will you catch me when I fall?

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New Skeptics //Zoe, Open Mar 26, 2012 1:44:12 GMT -5

Post by jj jenkins d7. ✨ zoë. on Mar 26, 2012 1:44:12 GMT -5

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It's funny, how the whole world can change by one simple action.

Nathaniel often zoned out of the world when he was by himself. He challenged his brain to take on complicated, seemingly unfathomable thoughts such as this one. Stretched it, forced it to work things out. Domino theory, he instructed his brain with a frown and a leap up onto the brick walls surrounding his home, crossing his legs underneath his concrete seating as he perched. His mind obeyed, going over one of the many musings his father had taught him as he grew - this one his particular favourite. The eighteen year old took fancy to this topic mainly of the thought of power, dominance - the ability to manipulate multiple things at once with a simple decision. Knock down one domino and the rest will fall with it.

Jerking himself to reality when the light but chilling night winds crept over Nathaniel's skin and sent goosebumps leaving trails up his bare forearms, he released his legs from the awkward position they'd been linked in and let them swing down in front of him, dangling against the perfectly painted sides of the wall. He didn't often spend his nights like this - alone. Most of the time he was miles away from home; sinking with every bottle that met his lips. Drowning out the pressure forced down by his father, crushing his mind with every instruction. Every

[/color]god-damn expectation. At least, in his whirring, partying world, he could escape for a moment.

Escaping. Everyone in Panem wanted to escape, and everyone had their own means to do so. Take off, be free. [/color]Everyone wants to be a god-damn bird. Nathaniel, on the other hand, would rather be a predator. Feared by all, feared by the Capitol, feared by the feared. Perhaps it was from the draining advocacy spoon-fed with his baby food, or the depths of which he was brought up - but Nathaniel was perfectly content with spending the rest of his life in One, give or take a few things here and there. As long as he had some control of how his life would play out, then he was content. He had money, he had friends, he had everything he needed to get on with life the way he wanted to. [/color]Perhaps that's the freedom that I'm looking for. Not from the Capitol, or Peacekeepers, or rules. Freedom to live how I want to live.

A scratching, which Nathaniel immediately assumed was sourced from a cat or other small animal, caught his attention for a second - but only for that long. Sighing inwardly, the brunette shrugged the noise off and tapped at the wall tops he sat on with long fingers, contemplating how to spend the rest of his evening. Only when the noise returned - louder and more frequent, did he begin to grow wary. [/color]The fuck is that? he thought to himself with a quizzical expression, twisting his torso around to squint in the darkness of his surroundings.

Curious, his eyebrows still furrowed together, Nathaniel swung the rest of his body around and leaped off the wall, landing with ease on the grassy ground of his neighbour's property. Straightening up, he began to tread softly around the gardened area, trying to catch another notion of the scratching and lead him to its origination. Nathaniel was not too familiar with his neighbours – his Mother was better at that sort of thing – but a name instantly sprung to his mind with each careful contact with the earth. [/color]Blaire. Again, the noise penetrated the eerie silence around him, louder, clearer – and his feet almost broke out into a run, desperate to locate whatever it was that was with his vision. Turning a corner around the house, garden lit up not only by the moonlight but an outdoor lamp, Nathaniel froze for a microsecond for his eyes to register with his brain as they located a slim, auburn-headed girl, contorted and struggling for breath; sprawled on the ground.

[/color]Tripping. The girl was tripping.

It wasn’t the first time the teenager had been subjective to a drugs-gone-wrong incident, but never had he been alone. Someone else was always there to help, to know what they were doing. Nathaniel would only watch, wide-eyed, and thankful he wasn’t one of the ‘druggie’ labels that swirled through hushed rumours and sketchy glances. For a moment, time was nonexistent. It existed in the [/color] beat, beat, beatingof his heart as it became faster, faster, faster and the whispers of breeze that crashed through treetops and danced through leaves –

and then time sped up again all at once, and Nathaniel was on the ground in an instant: his palms at the girl’s face in a [/color] desperate attempt to pull the girl out of her violent splendour, already feeling her entire body tighten at his touch. Her limbs were like concrete – rigid, unmoveable. If only I knew her name, dammit.

”Hey,” Nathaniel breathed, catching the girl’s gaze. Whether she could see him or not did not matter to Nathaniel. All that mattered was to try, for fucks sake. ”Hey Blaire,” he tried again, calling her by the only name he knew she owned. ”listen. Look at me, come on” he almost begged, frantic to keep her conscious. ”Come on. Look. I’m not here to hurt you, I promise. Look!” he cried out, begging the red head to catch his vision and see the truth behind his eyes, repeating the words he now struggled to remember from familiar incidents of his wild past. ”My name is Nathaniel. I live next door. You... I...”

and his words had come to a cluttered, unfinished end, trying to fathom a shaking, probably dying girl was in his arms, most likely terrified of him. He was a on of a head nurse, and he could barely keep this girl contained in a standstill - and the thought almost made him choke out a bitter laugh. To her, Nathaniel could only guess that his face was a distorted, swirling blur – but he refused to let this girl die in torment, fear, agony. Hold on, he willed her silently. Come on, Blaire. Just hold on.

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Last Edit: Mar 26, 2012 14:07:53 GMT -5 by jj jenkins d7. ✨ zoë.

“and men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”

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New Skeptics //Zoe, Open Mar 26, 2012 16:31:24 GMT -5

Post by Eris on Mar 26, 2012 16:31:24 GMT -5

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Avielle Blaire‘’
Come on B A B Y
You know I want you to...

Unseeing eyes snapped open and unfeeling hands grasped desperately for something to hold on to; anything at all that would anchor the rest of her body to the earth around her. Trapped in a noiseless darkness, Avielle couldn’t help but feel somewhat peaceful in the midst of her panic. After all, if this was a bad trip and the Glitz ended up marring her mind beyond repair, she would at least be trapped within this endless black void where nothing, not even reality, could harm her. Ever.

Avielle had just began to accept that her consciousness would be residing within the empty space around her when her open eyes suddenly regained their sight and the feeling of living rushed back into her body, slamming her violently back into the cold, cruel reality that was her life. A scratchy yelp tore through her throat as sensation rapidly returned to her body. All of the sudden, everything was too hot, too cold, too real. Coughing spasmodically and resisting the urge to scream at the sounds assaulting her ears, the redheaded lass came to the slow realization that she was not alone.

Dilated pupils contracted and focused upon the sharp planes and delicately sculpted bones of an unknown man. His face was mere inches away from her own and his loud baritone voice shook her as his hands grasped either side of her skull. It was then that Avielle understood; this boy – this stranger - was trying to help her. Annoyance twisted her features for a moment as she thought of what the guy must think of her. Well, sonny, I’m not your damsel in distress.

But as much as Avielle wanted to well up with anger and lash out at the ivory skinned boy before her, she couldn’t bring herself to harm him. It had been so long… so damn long since the spindly girl had interacted with anyone other than her spineless mother and translucent father; she was unable to stop herself from reaching out to the teen that crouched so protectively over her. As her pale fingers brushed gently over his sharply defined cheekbone, Avielle gave weak smile. “Hi.” She whispered. “Hi.”

Wonder filled the youth’s mind as she stared up at the boy she now recognized, if only a little. Creasing her brow as she grasped for the memory, Avielle didn’t have long to wait before a name popped into her head. Nathaniel. Sucking in air and snatching her hand back as if she had touched acid, the red haired teenager went through a brief moment of panic as she tried desperately to regain her composure before this rather attractive specimen. Clenching her jaw and blinking her eyes a few times, Avielle forced her face into an expression of distant curiosity; these manners were best handled when one was partially, if not completely, indifferent to the scenario.

“Well hello there, Nathaniel… I see you have taken it upon yourself to wake me up from my… Not exactly peaceful nap?” Looking everywhere but into his eyes, Avielle ran a hand through her mussed hair and felt the unshakable urge to twist her fingers into Nathaniel’s somewhat unruly mop and feel what she imagined to be silken strands. But alas.. Thought the girl dryly, One has to snag their dinner before they can enjoy the feast.

All the timelines and whores that drag you back to the floor…

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New Skeptics //Zoe, Open Mar 26, 2012 18:30:21 GMT -5

Post by Tom Hiddelston...jk it's kale. on Mar 26, 2012 18:30:21 GMT -5

William Jethrow Wilson-

William had just gotten done with his hourly long workout schedule that he had set up for himself last year. Beside having to learn how to kill and keep up with a rigorous school set up he was actually quite happy with what he had planned. He knew that his real training didn't start till he got to the arena if he ever got there. It had been 3 years and he was not picked. He was getting angry now and he knew it quite to well. But he didn't know what to do. He didn't want to go back to his house right now. But he was pissed. He grabbed his knife and chucked it against the nearest door that he could find.

He saw it got lodged into the door cursing now he walked over to it trying to dislodge it from the wood. He knew that if anyone had seen it he would be in so much trouble that it would not be funny. He finally dislodged it from the door, he looked at it noticing the scratches from the wood that it had made he wiped the excess grim off of it. He turned and started to head for the street again walking only a few feet before he heard some weird noises coming from a yard.

He rushed to where he heard the commotion and only saw what looked like a wall in front of him. It didn't look that high to him so he thought for a moment and heard the commotion seem to get worse. He knew he had to help out somehow so he jumped up on to the wall grabbing the top and hoisting himself over landing on the yard on the other side. He landed to see something that he could not believe or really under stand. But only a simple sentence is uttered out of his shocked mouth, "Is there a problem?

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New Skeptics //Zoe, Open Mar 26, 2012 19:57:49 GMT -5

Post by laphae8ash on Mar 26, 2012 19:57:49 GMT -5

Dia stumbled out of the clubs, music blaring behind her. The boys pouted as she trailed away from them. None were good enough to entertain her tonight. It wasn't often she'd leave alone, but tonight with the liquor in her she wasn't finding anyone who suited her needs. They all promised fun, but she wanted tonight to be different. Her home was only a few houses down so it wasn't much of a stretch for her to think she could make it, to her she was just slightly impaired, to anyone she was completely blitzed.

She turn down the road towards her house, "DAMNIT!" she cried as she caught her heel and tumbled forward her hands scraping the pavement. She rolled over and just laid in the yard she had fallen next to, giggling slightly. She heard voices in the back, it was probably the girl her daddy told her to stay away from, she was "nothing but trouble". To Dia that meant she had to be a good time.

Crawling forward, more than likely ruining her expensive dress, she made her way to the backyard. A boy was holding a figure talking softly. Using the hard brick of the wall she maneuvered herself into a standing position. Her words slurry, she questioned "You guys okay over there?"

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New Skeptics //Zoe, Open Mar 28, 2012 22:56:10 GMT -5

Post by ethan on Mar 28, 2012 22:56:10 GMT -5

Ethan again wandered the streets alone in the dark like he had done many times before. Ethan had always hated the hostility between him and his father but what he always hated more is how it kept him away from his home his room his mother. Ethan sighed in depression. Ethan starred up looking into the stars set in an ocean of cobalt beauty. Ethan feeling some what inspired by the stars stood there for a while and created the beginning of a poem. "The stars how far they are but yet there light still shows bright ." Ethan repeated that to himself as he continued walking.

After a little while longer of walking Ethan came across a strange site . Ethan watched as a young woman maybe even an older teenager came out of a club. Now of course watching some liquored up chick walk out of a bar was not what caught Ethan's interest. To be honest he gained interest when she fell Ethan couldn't help but chuckle. Ethan heard a small noise and it seemed like the girl noticed it to. Ethan followed behind the crawling girl on the ground. Ethan now also unnoticeably approached the back yard to observe what was going on.

Ethan looked into the yard to find a red head lying in the arms of some guy. Ethan first just decided to shrug his shoulders simply stating well this is going to be interesting. Ethan was about to go over to help if he could when he heard the girl who had been crawling over say "You guys okay over there?". Ethan simply placed a palm at his face and answered the girls question as obnoxiously and sarcastically as possible. "Yes there just hugging to stay warm. " Ethan continued "Okay obviously if they were okay the wouldn't be like that I have no idea how drunk you are but if you can offer help it would be obliged I'm going over there to see what exactly the situation is.". Finishing his remark and statement Ethan headed towards the red head and the guy.