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[Jason L. Marshall]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/kickthecat/scenemid.png] [th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][bg=000000] [ I PRAY, I BEG FOR ANYTHING, TO HIT ME IN THE FACE ] this sickness isn't me - - I pray to fall from grace ( i'm telling you, i'm a fake ) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Saying that Jace was nervous would be an understatement. It was normal to have that effect on him when he was introduced to new situations. Today though, it felt heightened by the fact that he knew that this was going to be a semi-permanent fixture in his life for an indefinite amount of time. Jace had already been checked and was now waiting for a cue on what to do next. Orderlies, doctors and other patients past by without a second glance. They all seemed to have places to be or people to talk to. They all had a purpose but the dark haired boy couldn't figure out what it was or how to follow what they were doing. He could maybe, have just asked someone what he should be doing but it would take a lot of confidence for a thought like that to pass through his mind. There didnt seem to be a pattern to any of there movements, no specific target of space. After a while he figured that maybe he wasn't supposed to be doing anything and that if no one thought he was out of place then he was following their patterns. Because it really was random. With this thought in mind, he sunk back against the cement walling, simply watching others around him. Some more patients were being checked in, while others spoke quietly in tight knit circles. Some might think people watching would be boring but jace enjoyed it. He was more of a follower than a leader and he liked watching and thinking about what he was seeing. He had always been a quiet person and he found solace in simply observing what others were doing. Everything was quiet, calm, collected. Controlled, sustained, blanketed. The atmosphere yielded that of safety which Jace full-heartedly appreciated yet he couldn't shake the eerie feeling left by white room. He didn't understand why the ivory walls could be beneficial to his mentally stability. If anything it unsettled him that he had to be here in first place. He knew he wasn't crazy, he didn't need help like this. He didn't need to be sedated or sheltered. Jace wanted to go home. He knew home, he didn't know here. He sunk even further down until he was sitting cross legged on the ground with the stone pressed against his back. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 393| number | gonna be free - the flobots | music | open | tags | Sorry for any spelling mistakes | notes | This | clothes| i'm a fake - the used | lyrics | holly @ caution 2.o | credit |

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[cora l. patterson]

CHANCES ARE, WHEN SAID AND DONE

WHO'LL BE THE LUCKY ONES...

As Cora forced herself off her mattress she sighed softly. Today she was going to attempt to be more positive. She was not a positive person. At least not since her first drink. Things had changed dramatically since that day. It was definitely a turning point in her life. She had figured it was a good thing. The fair haired girl was finally letting loose. She felt calmer, and not so stressed about every detail. Her first few nights, one could describe them as magical. After a bit though, she started to need a drink; her hands would start to shake. After her first trip to rehab, she started getting into the hard stuff, but that didn't last too long. After her parents discovered her stash of drugs under a loose floorboard, she was sent to a different clinic, and was soon sober from that habit. That was the thing Cora didn't understand, Cora could control herself.... Okay she couldn't, but don't let her hear you say that!

Cora pushed her lips up into a smile, as she walked in front of the mirror to inspect her reflection. No different than usual. She always looked amazing. Thank God, she didn't have to walk around in some kind of hospital gown like she had heard from a few of her friends. The blond leaned forward, to check her clear complexion, before peeling her lips back to inspect her teeth. She tossed her long hair back and forth a couple of times before simply shrugging and walking out of her room. Surprisingly, today was one of Cora's better days. She wasn't obnoxious about her mood, like some people around here did. She just seemed calm. How could anyone be happy about being here? She missed Manhattan, and her friends! Sadly, pouting around the clinic wouldn't help her get out of there any sooner.

The young woman scanned the area of the lobby quickly. She didn't really know what she was doing there, her feet just lead her here in attempt to continue her more positive attitude. She locked her gaze on one particular young man, stretching her legs forward to move closer to him, taking the seat next to him. Leaning back against the wall, Cora gave him a warm smile. Normally she wouldn't have come within ten feet of someone looking like this lad, but being that she was nearly to the point of cutting her skin to relieve herself of such boredom, she decided to attempt to make a few allies in this "household".
"Hey handsome, what are you doing out here?" Cora started, looking down, slowly flicking her eyes up to gaze at him, almost seductively.

WHO WILL MAKE IT ALL THE WAY?

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[Jason L. Marshall]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/kickthecat/scenemid.png] [th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][bg=000000] [ I PRAY, I BEG FOR ANYTHING, TO HIT ME IN THE FACE ] this sickness isn't me - - I pray to fall from grace ( i'm telling you, i'm a fake ) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jace remembered how he thought that people-watching was interesting but there was only so much he could take before it became and insufferable tedious job. His problem was that no one was actually doing anything. Not anything interesting anyways. Jace sighed before turning his attention to his lap. He bit at his finger nails and licked his lips, in nervousness. The longer he sat there, the more he felt out of place but he couldn't figure out what to do to fix his problem. He resigned himself to his anxiety and rubbed his knuckles in a repetitive motion. He watched very carefully. At first he thought that she was just passing a glance at him. However he noticed that she didn't move like the rest of them. Her steps were slow and casual, she wasn't rushing around. After that thought it became more obvious that she was coming over to him. He jerked his attention back down to his lap, hoping silently that maybe if he pretend she wasn't there, she would just disappear. "Hey handsome, what are you doing out here?" Jace's dark eyes flickered up momentarily only to be brought back down again as his face flushed as he realize she was referring to him. The patient who approached him was unnaturally pretty, that combined with her words made him blush awfully. She really was beautiful and at first impression it was easy to tell that she spend time on her appearance. From her white teeth and softly brushed hair that hang around her shoulders. The younger boy shifted uncomfortably, his eyes flickered back up to her. She looked older than him. While Jace's face still retained it's boyish appearance, the girl, no, lady that stood before him reeked of maturity. The fact that Jace was short for his age and also severely under weight didn't help his case. "Um, I checked it and um I d-didn't know what to- um where to go so I just came here" He tried not to stumble over his words when he replied but the effect was lost over his quivering voice and wavering eye contact. Jace thought vaguely of standing up or something of the like but decided that could turn into an awful circumstance. Instead he bit his lip, and tried to keep his hands busy. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 400| number | gonna be free - the flobots | music | open | tags | I'm still working on coding and stuffs | notes | This | clothes| i'm a fake - the used | lyrics | holly @ caution 2.o | credit |

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[cora l. patterson]

CHANCES ARE, WHEN SAID AND DONE

WHO'LL BE THE LUCKY ONES...

It was funny how at ease Cora felt at ease when she was around others. Her father definitely like this, and she had inherited most traits from him. It must have been because she felt in control around others. Cora liked playing puppeteer. She enjoyed playing games with her puppets. The gentlemen that sat next to her, seem too anxious to be one of her real puppets. It was nearly tragic. All of her favorite puppets she had to leave in Manhattan. She felt as though this boy would be easy enough to manipulate, he looked weak. That could've been his appearance dictating her initial thoughts of him, but only time would tell if he would prove to be a loyal minion or not. "I could give a tour if you'd like. All these places are the same, " Cora rolled her eyes slightly at the ridiculous of her knowing how most rehabilitation facilities were laid out, flashing him another smile.

There was only word to describe how Cora was feeling right now; strange. She wasn't normal this friendly. Any other day, she would've walked around with the air of arrogance, that she was bred to carry with her. She was having fun toying with this young gentlemen though. Who knew, maybe she could get something out of it that she really desired, and relieve some tension. Well, that was if he was any good in the sack at least. And it would probably take a sizable about of time to even get to a place in thier relationship to get to that point.

Looking over at the boy she took on of his hands in her's. "Do you need a drink? Story of my life," Cora laughed softly. Slowly she rubbing the back of her hand with her thumbs. This was probably the most intimate she'd gotten with anyone in over a month, and she was just holding his hand! Something had to be done about this! She'd have to beg one of the orderlies to take her to the church a bit down the road, so she could meet up with her dealer and get some "holy water", aka her choice drug, vodka! Maybe while she was there she could score a bit of weed? Maybe a pack of cigarettes? Hell, she could probably even have a quickie with her dealer behind a bush. Biting her lip slightly, Cora leaned back against the wall, smiling sneakily. Snapping out of her fantasy, she looked over at the dark haired boy again, creasing her forehead in mock confusion. "What did you say your name was?" She continued to rub his palm gently, as she spoke.

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[Jason L. Marshall]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/kickthecat/scenemid.png] [th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,0,true][bg=000000] [ I WATCHED THE RAIN,MAKE A PUDDLE TO GET YOU SOAKED ] the swollen words crack coming out of your throat - - a sticky time for the ( shallow believer ) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The girl before him smiled and spoke. From what he understood she wanted to show him around which Jace thought was very kind. He nodded at her with more unsteady eye contact in between. “Y-Yeah that sounds really nice’ He wasn’t sure if he was flattered by her attention or frightened. He decided that it was mostly the latter. Jace was thankful though that she was going to show him around. It was a much better idea than him hopelessly trying to find his own way around. He figured that there were dorms or something and a cafeteria maybe? Did they have a yard? Was he even allowed to go outside anymore? Jace didn’t think that his treatment would be more progressive if they didn’t let him outside. At least he had windows to look out of. Now that he thought of it, he hoped he didn’t have to wash off in a public shower. That sounded unpleasant. Not to mention very disconcerting. What happened next was not only surprising but also unrequited. Her thin hand curled over his, making him stop his thought process. He became tense and tried to pull his hand away. Physical contact was a sensitive subject considering Jace thought it made his skin prickle. There wasn’t a particular reason for this but being touched by strangers made him uncomfortable. He wasn’t really a touchy feely type anyways but didn’t mind if people he trusted touched him. What did bother him were people he didn’t know pushing his personal boundaries. He tugged again but this time not trying to be as obvious about it. "Do you need a drink? Story of my life," Jace thought that was an odd question but replied anyways. Uh yeah, a drink, a drink would be nice I guess? It’s not that Jace hadn’t been drunk before because he had, at a couple parties. He’d never really gotten shitfaced or too fucked up to stand or anything. He usually stopped at the tipsy stage because it made him feel happier. The whole world seemed 10 times funnier and so did Jace. He was hilarious to himself instead of worthless. Alcohol wasn’t an addiction or anything like that; it was more of a social occasion. When she started rubbing his hand it got distracting. Overtly distracting. The thing was, she was also trying to speak to him at the same time. He felt overstimulated and it was weirding him out a bit. J-Jace his voice switched pitches midway through speaking and if it was possible his face went even redder. Um why are you um t-touching…me? His voice was quiet, barely loud enough for her to hear. Her hands were soft and it was almost comforting but at the same time distressing. This time he made a point to look up at her to see her response. He was unsure why she was doing this. Maybe it was an absent minded thing, that she just did that to everyone.

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yesterdays feelings - the used | music |
open | tags |
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slit your own throat - the used | lyrics |
holly @ caution 2.o | credit |

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[cora l. patterson]

CHANCES ARE, WHEN SAID AND DONE

WHO WILL BE THE LUCY ONES...

Cora smiled warmly again at the young man sitting next to her. It was such a game she was playing though. It was nearly enough to make her sick. The girl would be best described as an anarchist. Except for when she was making the rules. The only way Cora could remain blissful is if she was in power. It wasn't a wonder that she was devastated when her grandparents asked her, 'you're a princess in our hearts, isn't that good enough?' That was ages ago too, even before her first lick of fermentation. Cora needed to be in power at all times, and it had been quite a while since she wasn't.

The "recovery" life had treated her well so far. Supplying her with fresh bone racks to mold into her own personal army. The dark lad sitting next to her was no different from the rest, except for the fact she didn't know exactly what she planned on using him for yet. He wasn't really her type, appearance wise. Cora couldn't see herself walking around with him on her arm to make herself look better, but maybe if he was a good shag, she'd use him in her dorm. Never would she stoop so low to send someone to get her a vibrator... Sure, she liked sex as much as the next girl, but buying an electronic device to do the job in place of a human being, (preferably a male), well, that was like shoving her cell phone up her vagina. That certainly wouldn't be socially acceptable. "Whenever you have the time... I'm sure you have some kind of dreadful orientation, or meeting with your orderly, or something alike, soon? Unless you've already been to that torture?" Cora spoke smoothly, pulling her knees toward her, leaning her cheek on her knee cap for a minute before leaning back.

"Oh God, same. This place is so damn draining. It's not like I need, need, a drink or anything, but it would certainly make things a ton more comfortable around here. Just a couple more days... A couple more days," She chuckled softly, resting her head back on the wall. Soon she'd have her vodka, everything would be much less uptight around here. She wasn't an addicted though! It was silly her parents were wasted her inheritance on some loser's retirement fund!

Cora almost retracted her hand from the skeleton's bony fingers, but found herself only smirking internally, as she looked over at him. Why not try to push this boy's boundaries? She never really understood why some people were so uncomfortable with touching others skin. It was only skin after all. Perhaps when the blond was younger, say middle school, she too would have gotten a bit anxious by the mere thought of a boy clasping her weak hand in his strong one, but now. It would have made her blush and want to hide under a desk, or maybe inhabit a nice cave. Maybe it was because she found her mother practically having sex in an ad in a magazine one day at the grocery store. That was probably when seeing, and touching people's bare flesh stopped bothering her. Of course there was the initial shock, but it didn't bother her much after that. It was just skin after all. Everyone had it.

"Jace," the blond repeated with a slight smirk, shaking his his hand slightly, since it was already tucked in her hand. "I'm Cora, it's lovely to meet you," she nodded, with a brilliant smile.

Cora dropped his hand at his request. It was clear he didn't like to be touched by strangers. When they were better acquainted maybe he wouldn't mind as much. "Sorry doll, sometimes my hands shake...and I never like people to see. I only thought you were the same way. Forgive me,' Cora chuckled softly before pressing her palms to the too sanitary floor, sitting on top of her hands.

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[Jason L. Marshall]

ooc:

I'm gonna reply tomorrow because I'm so tired but I was thinking about plottage between Cora and Jace and I was thinking that maybe after this thread, Jace could following Cora around for awhile (mostly because he doesn't have any other friends but also because she's novelty) but doesn't tell her about it and eventually she accidently finds him like hiding behind a door or something and she's either really creeped out, or she thinks its cute/funny/dorky and lets him hangout with her. At this point Jace thinks that he really likes her alot, really really /infatuated/ with her and wants to make her happy ect and be a good little buddy for her and then we can just work from there.
Or if she's really creeped out she could tell him to leave her alone and be angry and stuff about it and Jace would be sad and try to make her like him again and say sorry a million times and do really lame things to try to make her forgive him

I dunno what you think of any of that but tell me your thoughts and stuffs! :3

[thomas b. parker]

ooc: I love it! I'm so happy someone's seeing cora for what she is! lol. just kidding! Whatever you wanna do! I could see it going both ways. whatever you wanna do. i love this idea though! I could totally see them becoming close and her telling him all about her problems, and then coming to him when she needs somewhere to cry... (shhh! you don't know that!! what!??! corra doesn't cry! Puh-lease!) totally pm me or aim me maybe? if you have aim? it's [e-mail]