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Eris
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Our Number[s] {{OPEN}} Apr 17, 2011 23:15:50 GMT -5

Post by Eris on Apr 17, 2011 23:15:50 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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Our Number[s] {{OPEN}} Apr 23, 2011 22:13:50 GMT -5

Post by apocalypse on Apr 23, 2011 22:13:50 GMT -5

`` . Brenson Charydczak ~

I was really screwing up my life by doing drugs, but at least it made me feel, good. Refreshed. Happy. Isn't that what mattered the most - being happy? So why was it bad to take drugs to be happy? It wasn't and if anyone judged me, I'd punch them.

I just flinched at my words. I was more-and-more becoming like my abusive dad. It was quite sad, actually. My thoughts were [luckily] interrupted by a scream. I was just walking around! Of course I was going to be annoyed. I rushed to the girl's house, and I noticed no one else was coming. I really didn't mind that, I want to be a hero sometimes. As I approached the girl's house, I knew she was in her backyard. I went through the fence to see a girl screaming and digging her nails into the earthly soil. I quickly hopped over the fence, only to see some pills next to her. "Glitz.," I murmured to myself. "I haven't had that in a while." I also muttered. Sure, I did that sniffing stuff up my nose, but pills were so much easier to take, you can just pretend it's for like, a head-ache, when you sniff a powder up your nose, you can't pretend it's going to help a stomach-ache.

"You mind if I get one of those pills?" I was sure the drugged-out girl with red hair was to distracted by her hallucinations to notice my deep voice, so I took one of the pills, and waited for the magic to happen. It was a great anticipation I loved feeling. It was like I was getting a test back I knew I aced. It was a great feeling. I knew something good would come - pleasure. I always loved waiting for a pill to kick-in and make me happy. There wasn't much you can do with an abusive dad and a mom you haven't seen for ages.

Eris
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Our Number[s] {{OPEN}} May 11, 2011 20:50:42 GMT -5

Post by Eris on May 11, 2011 20:50:42 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 sensation of living rushed back into her body, slamming her violently back into the cold, cruel reality that was her life. Taking a look around, the red headed teen was surprised to find that there was a boy sitting next to her…. Just sitting there as if he had known her for years and it was normal for him to pick a spot to chill while she was stuck within her self-medicated stupor.

As much as Avielle wanted to well up with anger and lash out at the tan skinned boy beside her, she couldn’t. 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 sat so very still next to her. As her pale fingers brushed gently over his well-muscled bicep, Avielle finally was able to process that it was a real human that was seated to her right and not just a figment of her imagination.

Sucking in air and pulling 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 remember what the hell she was supposed to do when meeting another person. Clenching her jaw and blinking her eyes a few times, Avielle regained her composure and forced her face to adopt an expression of snide amusement while she ‘calmly’ assessed the stranger.

Minutes passed in silence before an idea bloomed within the twisted confines of Avielle’s mind. Plastering on a smile, the spindly lass sat up and scooted an inch closer to the boy, her multicolored eyes flashing mischievously. “Well hello there…. What brings you to my neck of the woods, darling?” Grinning like the devil himself and lifting her hand to trail her fingers lightly across the boy’s muscular forearm, Avielle went into full manipulation mode. This boy probably had something that she wanted… and whatever it was, she would get it. No matter what.

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

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Our Number[s] {{OPEN}} May 17, 2011 17:27:24 GMT -5

Post by apocalypse on May 17, 2011 17:27:24 GMT -5

Brenson Charydczak ,

( xox )
yeah, uh huh, you know what it is
everything i do, i do it big
yeah, uh huh, screamin' that's nothin'
when i pulled off the lot, that's stuntin'
( xox )

The girl who resided in the house looked at him. The girl who Brenson had no clue what her name was. The girl who Brenson can't recall ever seeing. The girl with red hair. The girl that had eyes that were so very interesting to Brenson. The girl who did drugs like Brenson. The girl that was on drugs right now. The girl that Brenson was going to talk to unlike so many other life-forms. The girl that regained the skill of knowing real-life and spoke to Brenson. The one who spoke to him. “Well hello there…. What brings you to my neck of the woods, darling?” And the girl that rubbed Brenson's forearm. It made Brenson tingle. “What am I doin' here? Ya' know. Just chillin' and takin' some drugs. Well, 'n' waitin' for the Glitz to kick in. I mean, I don' have to ask you that question, it is your house, right?” Before getting to see if the red-headed girl will reply, he starts feeling, strange. Then, a sensation overcomes him that he's so familiar with--the feeling of drugs in his body. At first, the blue sky just fluctuate into a light purple color, then, the grass--instead of being green--turns into a brown dirty color. The birds above him turn into flying contraptions, they almost seem impossible.

His head was on the hard dirt of Panem itself; his brown hair getting more dirty than it already was. As he actually was stuck between the real life and the obscure dimension that was so close to pulling Brenson in. He had even forgot to ask the girl if it was okay for him to be in her yard; but he didn't even care what she thought. Somehow, Brenson could still see the figures around him, except they morphed into odd things; distant houses turning into hills, and faraway hills transforming into houses. Brenson wasn't making thiss stuff up.

FIN! [[crappiest post ever -- . well, it's done.

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