I don't want the world to see me ||Elizabeth

[Christine E. Jones]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; height: 500px; border: 6px dashed #7a7a7a; background:#d5d6d7;] *they cut you in the coldest spot * Christine Eliana Jones questions for questions i've got a question would you ever dance with me like that? Great. Going from the hospital to an asylum full of people with problems. Chris had a scowl on her face, as if that weren't enough, her gait should'v told people she was in a foul mood. Nearly stomping down the corridor to the room they'd told her she'd be staying in. Lugging along one of her three suitcases, the other two were carried by her brother James. Chris wasn't talking, she was mad at him now anyway, what'd it matter? There wasn't a thing wrong with her. Even though her clothes hung off her frame, she felt as if they were pulled tight against it. Chris grumbled under her breath as she reached up to twist the door knob rather violently as she threw it open. Not caring if someone was in here or not. After all, she might now even have living space to share with another living breathing person. Just another plus to this oh so happy little place. The room was empty for now, so she went to the bed to her right. Even though she was left-handed it didn't matter. If she went to the right, then it'd be symmetrical to her. Chris plopped her suitcase down on the empty bed, watching as James quietly set her other two near the edge of her bed. Turning to leave, it wasn't like the two of them were physical or anything. Yeah, they'd miss each other. But that was just a mutual understanding. James muttered an awkward 'bye' to Chris as she just nodded. Watching him leave with the scowl still on her face. She certainly wasn't going to hang around here for too much longer. Chris waited a few minutes to be sure he was gone before she left her room, slamming the door behind her and taking a left down the corridor. Hands shoved angrily into her pockets as she stared straight ahead. status; finished words; CBA tags;; elizabeth Credit goes to 愛 T E C H N O of BTN

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[Elizabeth M. Collins]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image: url(http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/forestofmagic/Backgrounds/wp_damask_187.gif); border: 10px #414141 solid] keep burning like fire, | tag: TEHCNO&CHRIS | 342 words | outfit; black sweatpants and a white tank top with flip flops | Notes:x.x Today was not a good day. Elizabeth woke up at very early in the morning, and was unable to go back to sleep, so she was extremely tired. She missed breakfast because she slept through it, and her roommate didn’t wake her up, so she was not a happy camper. When she finally crawled out of bed it was about noon. She threw on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, throwing her hair up into a ponytail before leaving her room. She walked down to the cafeteria, planning on having a very big lunch because she was extremely hungry. She got her lunch, a few slices of pizza, and took her time eating it, sitting at her table in the corner of the room. No one ever really sat with her, so she didn’t have to worry about talking to anyone. When she was finished, she threw her trash away, grabbing an apple before heading back up towards her room. She took the stairs one at a time, groaning softly as she finally made it to the top. She bit into her apple, stepping out into the hallway. Her room was on the other side of the building, which meant she still had walking to do. Elizabeth took her time walking, too tired to walk any faster. She finished her apple quickly, tossing it into the trash and wiping her hands off on her sweatpants. She turned the corner to the hall where her room was, and ran into a girl that was walking much faster than she was. She winced, stepping back slightly, looking up to whoever she bumped into. It was a redhead, younger but taller than her, and someone she didn’t recognize. She hadn’t been here long though, and therefore didn’t know many people. She let out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head. ”Sorry.” She muttered, far too tired to make an argument out of their encounter, even though she was in the right mindset to. She pushed past her, yawning softly, and continuing on her walk.

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[Christine E. Jones]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; height: 500px; border: 6px dashed #7a7a7a; background:#d5d6d7;] *they cut you in the coldest spot * Christine Eliana Jones questions for questions i've got a question would you ever dance with me like that? Chris must not have been paying attention, caught up in her angry thoughts while walking. Someone else walked into her, and honestly it startled her pretty badly. She lifted her hands rapidly to push against whatever, or whoever was there. But stopped herself as the other girl backed up. Somehow seeming a bit lethargic. Dressed rather casually, she was curious about what was going on at this time. After all, she'd just gotten here. Chris didn't bat an eyelash at the apology. After all, it really wasn't anyone's fault. Just coincidence. Which was surprising, she got mad about a lot of things. But in this case, she didn't really see it as anything but an accident. "It's whatever. Hey! What's going on now? Like ..Yeah I don't know. I'm just.. new here so..." Chris was still in a pretty fowl mood, but she decided to take a chance on this person. Obviously around her age anyway. Chris didn't talk much unless she had something to say, or wanted to know something. That was about it. notes; sorry shorter D: words; CBA tags;; Elizabeth Credit goes to 愛 T E C H N O of BTN

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[Elizabeth M. Collins]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image: url(http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/forestofmagic/Backgrounds/wp_damask_187.gif); border: 10px #414141 solid] keep burning like fire, | tag: TEHCNO&CHRIS | idek words | outfit; black sweatpants and a white tank top with flip flops | Notes:x.x Elizabeth had planned to just walk back to her room, climb under the covers and sleep for the rest of the day. She hadn't planned on the girl she bumped into speaking up, so she almost didn't here her. She stopped walking, turning to face the girl, shoving her hands into the pockets of her sweatpants. She forced a smile, shrugging slowly. "I'm pretty new here too. Just got here about a week or so ago, from New York City." She nodded, pushing her hair from her eyes. The exhaustion was obvious in her voice, although she had tried to hide it. She yawned softly, covering her mouth with her hand and shaking her head. "I'm Elizabeth, level two alcoholic and narcotics abuser. Who're you?" She asked, pushing her hands back into her pockets. If she was back in New York, she wouldn't have stopped to talk to her. She would have ignored her and kept walking. But there were orderlies everywhere, and if she wanted to 'get better' and go down a level, she would have to be nice.

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[Christine E. Jones]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; height: 500px; border: 6px dashed #7a7a7a; background:#d5d6d7;] *they cut you in the coldest spot * Christine Eliana Jones questions for questions i've got a question would you ever dance with me like that? Chris nodded a bit as she listened. But she didn't show an extreme interest in the conversation just yet. That is until she mentioned New York. Chris loved the city, she'd lived in Maine her whole life and had visited New York pretty often. She twitched the faintest of smiles that seemed to disappear quickly though. "I'm Christine, but I prefer if people call me Eliana. New York, huh? Pretty sweet city. I'm from Maine. Level two eating disorder, I guess. I don't really think there's anything wrong with me though... So whatever.. Any plans for today or just head back and sleep or something?" Chris didn't have anything else to do. She also didn't like to ask questions much, or speak much. But it was clear in her eyes when the girl mentioned the city. Chris looked back behind her a bit, she wasn't really sure what to do or say. Elizabeth seemed at least nice to her face. It wasn't anything knew if she found the tom-boyish girl to be annoying or something. She wasn't exactly the nicest person, or the most well liked either. She was rude, obnoxious and uncensored. That got her into the most trouble. But in complete honesty, Elizabeth struck her as really pretty. Being uncensored as she was, she blurt it out. "You're really pretty." Chris didn't even seem phased by such an unusual statement. Her expression didn't show she felt awkward or anything else. Just held Elizabeth's gaze as she didn't really feel awkward at all. notes; sorry shorter D: words; CBA tags;; Elizabeth Credit goes to 愛 T E C H N O of BTN

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