hallucinations and psychopathic thoughts(Pren')
Jul 30, 2010 14:57:40 GMT -5
Post by Molly on Jul 30, 2010 14:57:40 GMT -5
OOC: To try and make this less confusing I will give you a bit of extra info. Reids thoughts, actions, ect. are in Orange. Kelly's are in Purple. When they begin to switch personalities they are in green. This will probably be a bit confusing at first considering the face that its two people in one but over all they are alright. Both of them are trapped in Reid's body. Reid-the personality- is 24. and Kelly-also the personality- is 16. This should clear up a bit of well, moodyness from Kelly. -glares at Kelly-
The clock in the District Square tolled out over the homes and areas alike. This was a normal occuring thing. Every day the clock would ring at specific times. While I, who lived no where near the Square, could tell the time that the clock read, it happens. The vibrations of whatever made the clock run would shoot through and you can feel it. The house would shake a bit, making me watch to see if anything would be needed to be picked up or cleaned. There was nothing good about this clock that I can figure out. At least not yet.
Every time the clock rang out I had a rutine. I would leave the house, door unlocked because I have no clue who locks their doors, plus there is nothing to steal in my house. Then I would head over to this quite little spot and pick up my book and read in the shadows of the trees. Unlike most people in District 7, I am not talented in carpendry. At all. So people began to just shun me I guess. Then once my parents died I moved out of their place, sold it, and the money I had recieved with that went towards my new house. Of course everyone has this nick name for me, which I will never understand, they call me Kelly and when they do, its as if they have a look of fright in their eyes.
Grabbing my book off of the side table near the door, I leave all of those thoughts behind. This was my time to get away from it all, and I was bound to do just that. I was running a bit late on time because I sat in the house and daydreamed for a bit. Holding my book steady in my fingertips I trip on a spare part to something or other and drop the book.
The book drops in slow motion, while Reid is distracted and unaware of the people and hubbub around him, Kelly then takes control of the body.
Picking up Reid's stupid book, and yeah, I litrally mean stupid because who reads about a poor old boy named Oliver anyways. I have to kneel on the ground, in my-yes I bought these cute pants- new pants. Placing my hands on the ground to steady myself, the palms were burning because of the hot dark pavement, someones foot steps on my fingers. "Ow! Hello, cant you see that someone important is down here! Gosh!" I sigh as I stand up and look at the finger-steppers face. "The least you can do is say sorry, after all you were the one who stepped on my ligament." I say sniffling. "And you almost hurt this book!" Ugh, Reid is rubbing off on me. This can't be good; I sound like a hurt, nerdy bookworm. I take my good hand and brush off my new pants from the gravel and dirt that these pants had been touching. Placeing my hand on my hip I look into the finger-steppers eyes, "well?" I say, annoyance laced throughout my whole body.
OOC: hopefully this is good, if not, let me know and I can fix it up forya! you!
The clock in the District Square tolled out over the homes and areas alike. This was a normal occuring thing. Every day the clock would ring at specific times. While I, who lived no where near the Square, could tell the time that the clock read, it happens. The vibrations of whatever made the clock run would shoot through and you can feel it. The house would shake a bit, making me watch to see if anything would be needed to be picked up or cleaned. There was nothing good about this clock that I can figure out. At least not yet.
Every time the clock rang out I had a rutine. I would leave the house, door unlocked because I have no clue who locks their doors, plus there is nothing to steal in my house. Then I would head over to this quite little spot and pick up my book and read in the shadows of the trees. Unlike most people in District 7, I am not talented in carpendry. At all. So people began to just shun me I guess. Then once my parents died I moved out of their place, sold it, and the money I had recieved with that went towards my new house. Of course everyone has this nick name for me, which I will never understand, they call me Kelly and when they do, its as if they have a look of fright in their eyes.
Grabbing my book off of the side table near the door, I leave all of those thoughts behind. This was my time to get away from it all, and I was bound to do just that. I was running a bit late on time because I sat in the house and daydreamed for a bit. Holding my book steady in my fingertips I trip on a spare part to something or other and drop the book.
The book drops in slow motion, while Reid is distracted and unaware of the people and hubbub around him, Kelly then takes control of the body.
Picking up Reid's stupid book, and yeah, I litrally mean stupid because who reads about a poor old boy named Oliver anyways. I have to kneel on the ground, in my-yes I bought these cute pants- new pants. Placing my hands on the ground to steady myself, the palms were burning because of the hot dark pavement, someones foot steps on my fingers. "Ow! Hello, cant you see that someone important is down here! Gosh!" I sigh as I stand up and look at the finger-steppers face. "The least you can do is say sorry, after all you were the one who stepped on my ligament." I say sniffling. "And you almost hurt this book!" Ugh, Reid is rubbing off on me. This can't be good; I sound like a hurt, nerdy bookworm. I take my good hand and brush off my new pants from the gravel and dirt that these pants had been touching. Placeing my hand on my hip I look into the finger-steppers eyes, "well?" I say, annoyance laced throughout my whole body.
OOC: hopefully this is good, if not, let me know and I can fix it up for
but i will modify it when i get better muse.
