sticks and stones [open]

[william panic archer]

march on till we see the sun
In the beginning I tried to warn you, you play with fire it's gonna burn you

[/color]ill sighed deeply as he walked out onto the roof, breathing in the closest thing to fresh air they got. A sly smile toyed on his scarlet lips as he scanned the familiar surrondings. It was a rather dull place, the center, just a stone facility surronded by miles of forest and razor wire fencing. I suppoe it's not all bad, He thought folding his arms across his chest. He had escaped his father and the bitch that got him here by being chunked into hell. He was a "Murderrer" a cold blooded killer as they put it, but no, truely he was just an insecure little boy with jealousy problems and an uncontrolable temper. He lifted on of his arms to push back the ebony strands that had fallen into his light blue orbs, that smile slowly fading to be replaced by a straight line. Just yesterday he had been so angry, so ready to die, and today he just, he didnt know what he wanted. Perhaps he wanted that girl from the shower's yesterday, the one with the ebony hair that had given into his wishes so willingly, or perhaps he wanted his best friend he had murderred so many months ago. His soul was starting to fade, that firey agression was quelling to be replaced by an emptiness, a bland grayness.

He swung his legs over the edge of the building, staring out over the empty countryside. It was beautiful, he supposed, in it's own way. How it must feel to be wrapped so completely around hope's finger and than have it chopped off like he had, he feared hope now, he feared love, he feared everything, all of it. He was a coward inside, despite the confident display on the outside. He was almost always inwardly shaking when he spoke meanacingly, or threatened to murder, and than behind it stood a brick wall of dull empty confidence. Like he killed once and got a taste for murder, oh, it was so easy, feeling that knife dig into the skin, feeling the body go limp. He exhaled sharply, hating how his injured, scarred side hurt before a rain. He rememberred the day he had gotten it very clearly, it had been the last day he had seen his parents. He had gotten into the stupidest arguement with his father and spilt his whole heart, only to almost bleed to-death and faint. Hello? HE asked without turning around at the sound of the door opening and closing. That sharp hissing squeak of the rusty metal scathing each other. He cast a glance over his shoulder without moving, curious to see who would disturb him.[/font][/size][/ul]

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word count • 446
notes • ehh i had zero muse.
music • march on and victims of love by good charlotte
credit • kaysey of blank pages! lyrics; good charlotte[/font][/size][/ul]

[Rayne Irony Skye]

Rayne had come to the roof to seek solitude from the masses mingling below. Her ice blue eyes rose to the sky and she welcomed the clouds, hoping that they would bring a thunderstorm. Her mind began to wander, drifting from memory to memory, dream to dream.

A slight breeze ruffled her hair and blood red strands fell before her eyes, hiding the world from view. Her skin grew cold and she shivered but was too lost to do anything about it. Instead she spun in a slow circle, enjoying the fresh, clean air and the sweet silence screaming all around her.

Her eyes fell on the forest surrounding the hell hole she now called her home, wishing to escape into their lush green depths and be lost forever. In her mind a painting began to form. A solitary figure standing alone in a silent forest, darkness all around them except for a thin strip of brilliant white light shining down on them. It began to turn and she saw her mother, beautiful and glowing, warm and still alive. Her mother's hand rose, as if reaching toward her and she longed to grasp it, feel its warmth one again. Slowly the image faded from her mind, leaving it clouded in darkness and despair.

Her mind flew to her past, the horrible scene of her mother's murder playing in her head over and over again. All the blood. It looked so much like paint on a white wall and she wished that was all it was. The small thud of her mother's forever still body hitting the floor and the sound of her father's heavy steps, steps that were carrying him closer to her with every fleeting moment that past. Time seemed to stop and she couldn't move, a sharp pain in her head and she thought she was dead. Instead her father died, unnaturally but seemingly without a cause. She wished that this was just a cruel joke played by her parents and nothing more. But she knew that would never be true, no matter how much her broken heart yearned for it to be.

Her blue eyes filled with sorrow, it was all her fault. She should have been the one to die, but instead something had prevented that, cursed her to live with memories that haunted her every step. Her pale hand reached into her pocket and slowly withdrew a knife, it blade glinting softly in the dim light that strove so hard to break through the thick grey clouds. Without really knowing it Rayne fiddled with the knife, her eyes always on the dark clouds swirling above her. The knife rose to her arm, at the wrist where the cold metal came to rest on the scarred, paper thin skin.

She was woken from her reverie by a voice that was surprisingly close. She flinched in surprise and the blade jerked against her skin, a thin line of crimson blood slowly welling from the accidental slip of the knife. However, she didn't even take notice of it. Instead her eyes locked on the figure sitting before her. The person, who in her dreamlike state she had so rudely disturbed.

She slowly began to back away, her legs shaking with her nervousness. She had taken but a few steps before they buckled beneath her. Her hand tightened on the blade that had spilled blood before, the blade that had killed to protect her. Her hand shook, painfully obvious in the stillness that hung in the air. She waited, ready to attack, for what would happen next.

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[william panic archer]

march on till we see the sun
In the beginning I tried to warn you, you play with fire it's gonna burn you

[/color]ill spun around now, realizing it was not simply his imagination that sensed another human. His eyes narrowed on the girl, she was a goth, she was in his brother's gang. He stole one last glance over his shoulder at the countryside rememberring running through the woods with his mother, and brother... But there was no father. Gracefully he walked to where she had fallen, she was a member of this fued but it would appear she did not know who he was. And while she was a member of the everlasting quarrel he wished her no harm but instead eyed the knife wound quizzically. He specialized in this as a cutter. My name is William, Who are you? He asked kneeling in front of her.

He reached for her bleeding hand as to help her, hovering inches away and casting a glance at her asking for permission. As vile and as barbarian as he might have been he had ever touched a woman without permission first. You really must be careful, Girl, Knives are dangerous to play with. The exposed part of his arm showed the truth of his words. Knife wounds made scars colored them in graceful designs. She seemed an interesting subject, Auburn blood colored hair, decently pale skin, she fit the goths M.O. very easily if he could say so as a Cutter.

William examined the cut from afar careful to not get very close, for even he knew how much his clan was hated and as the leader... He faked a smile, though, his crystal clear emerald orbs showed that he truely wanted to help her. [/font][/size][/ul]

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[/b] Rayne Irony Skye
word count • 437
notes • he doesnt bite...much, lol.
music • march on and victims of love by good charlotte
credit • kaysey of blank pages! lyrics; good charlotte[/font][/size][/ul]

[Rayne Irony Skye]

Rayne sat shivering, a sudden icy coldness spreading through her body. Her eyes were locked on the man before her, his kindness marveling her. It was strange to her, completely foreign, something that she found difficult to understand. She didn't belong to his gang, so why was he making this kind gesture.

"I'm Rayne." Her voice was mearly a whisper, a sound so soft that it was almost silent. She managed to break away from his gaze, her eyes flying downward until they came to stop on her arms. She saw her arms, the faint scars that would ever haunt her. She brought them closer to herself, trying to the hide the scars that revealed so much about her. She didn't belong in her gang, she wasn't sure where she belonged anymore.

The thin crimson line of blood flowed smoothly, her life's esscence leaving her body, staining her skin red. She tried to wipe it away, to hide her shame for what she had done, not knowing if it was truely an accident, maybe that had been her intent the entire time.

Her blood red hair mixed with her black hair as the wind pushed it across her face, hiding the moisture that had begun to well in eyes, making their icy color seem as if it was melting into nothing. One slow tear fell down her cheek followed after by another. Soon they were falling freely, like a light drizzle becoming a downpoor. They were so cold on her face, it seemed as though the coldness of her eyes was leaving through the tears that fell. The tears that she was so ashamed of.

She remained still, waiting for his next move, trembling with a fear that she did not understand. The knife fell from her shaking had, making a mettalic ring as it hit the roof, braking the silence that had once again fallen. The sound broke her from her trance for but a moment before her mind turned back to her fear, the only thing that she felt except for a sorrow that would never leave her. It was scarred in her forever, just like the scars that ravaged her pale skin. They would never disappear, always in mind and in sight. Always haunting her until she finally would give up against it. Maybe it was her fate to succumb to the pain and sorrow of her mother's death.

Her attention focused back on William as she forced those thoughts into the back of her mind, into a box that would never lock but would hold the feelings that tried so desperately to escape.

word count- 458

[william panic archer]

march on till we see the sun
In the beginning I tried to warn you, you play with fire it's gonna burn you

[/color]ill took her hand sighing as he did so. All of those goths, preps always thinking they could cut as clean as the Cutters. He reached around pulling his own Bowie knife from his left S.W.A.T boot. He could feel her shivering, not that she tried to hide it from him. She seemed oddly at ease in his presence, in fact, as if he didnt have the frightening effect on her he had on others. He used the sharpened point of his knife to scrape the loose, rougher skin away from her wound. If you don't make a clean cut than it gets infected and could go as deep as your bone. When you cut yourself make sure there isnt any loose skin.[/color] He explained. This was in fact the first time he had ever helped anyone. After he had done as he had instructed her he threw his knife beside hers with a gentle flick of his wrist. There are other ways, Rayne, other than cutting yourself. Trust me, I know, but I could not convince myself to stop. Unlike me you still have a chance, if not, your in the wrong gang.[/color]

He sighed once more wrapping her arm with a loose rag he almost always carried around in case of these kind of accidents. Why must they all cut themselves? He asked himself looking at her through curious hazel eyes. With shaking fingers he pushed her hair out of her tear-filled eyes. He moved his arm so the sleeve of his jacket so that it coverred his numerous scars. Why did you hurt youself, Rayne? I know it wasnt an accident.[/color] He gave his common crooked smile. What am I doing? Why didnt I just leave her be? The voices in his head continued as they had since birth, doctors had said it was signs of a concious.[/font][/size][/ul]

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[/b] Rayne Irony Skye
word count • 485
notes • he doesnt bite...much, lol.
music • march on and victims of love by good charlotte
credit • kaysey of blank pages! lyrics; good charlotte[/font][/size][/ul]

[Rayne Irony Skye]

Rayne flinched slightly at his touch as he pushed her hair from her face. A small grimace appeared on her face at his dreaded question. She didn't blame him though, she was used to it by now. They all asked, everyone that tried to talk to her, drilling who with a million questions. Prying and attempting to dig into her past, the past that they didn't belong in. It infuriated her to no end and often would end up screaming at them in frustration, pouring out every thing she could think of to keep them away. No one every came back to bother her again, but there were always new people. There would always be new people, the only way for their endless questions was to wish for death to come, to steal her from this world into one of neverending peace.

Her legal guardians had spent thousands on therapists and medications, nothing did anything. She had refused to talk and flushed the pills down the toilet or dropped them down the sink. They finally tired of her and sent her away so they didn't have to deal with her. They thought of her as a hopeless case and in her shattered heart she knew it could only be true. She believed it and that was one of the only things she was sure of anymore. That she was a hopelessly lost case that no one could help, eventually she would end up trapped in a psychiatric hospital. To be stuck under twenty-four hours of careful supervision. To become nothing more then a blank shell that was forced to takes pills everyday. That seemed to be her fate, the unavoidable future that was in store for her.

Her voice wavered when she finally spoke. "Its difficult for me to speak of it, its bad enough that its always in my head. Saying out loud, I don't know what would happen." She paused for a moment, trying to gather her nerves. "Your wrong you know. It is too late for me, I've tried so hard not to cut, but I can't seem to stop." Her words drifted softly, fading as she was lost in the depths of his hazel eyes.

words count- 380
note- I'm really enjoying this, its very different from warrior rps. Though I don't know why I made my charecter like she is.

[william panic archer]

march on till we see the sun
In the beginning I tried to warn you, you play with fire it's gonna burn you

[/color]ill looked at her thinking over her words carefully. My past is also very... Hidden. He murmured thinking back to all the times his father had hit him and his mother had watched and done nothing. He sighed inwardly than turned his attention back to her. Her next words surprised him somewhat seeing as she was a goth, not a cutter. He was The leader of the cutters, he didnt think she knew that because she would have ignored him or ran already. He kept that crooked smile on his face and kept his hazel eyes glued on hers. They were rather much the same if they stopped to think. With their pasts and feelings towards it, the only difference was the gangs in which they were harborred.

He nodded in understanding to her comment about the cutting. once starting it was very difficult to quit, much like a drug. He had turned to it instead of Majuanna himself. Than Im not sure you are in the correct gang. As the leader of the cutters I could have you changed to my gang if you so wished it. He said keeping his gaze on her that same smile in his eyes. He was a gentle creature when it struck him amusing to be so... Though he was known to have a temper and strike out at those around him.[/font][/size][/ul]

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[/b] Rayne Irony Skye
word count • 391
notes • Haha, Yes, yes it is very different.
music • march on and victims of love by good charlotte
credit • kaysey of blank pages! lyrics; good charlotte[/font][/size][/ul]

[Rayne Irony Skye]

Her curiousity was sparked as her mentioned his past, it made her wonder who he really was, how he came to be the way he is. She also felt relief at knowing that she wasn't the only one that kept secrets. She sighed softly, her curiousity was going to get her killed one of these days. Curiousity killed the cat right? She had been lucky so far, as she thought back to all the stupid things she had done. Like when she climbed a tree with a hawk nest in it. She had only wanted to see what was in it but the parents hadn't liked that very much and had attacked. She managed to escape with some scratches and was surprised that she hadn't fallen out of the tree in the process. It didn't help that at the time there had been a huge thunderstorm. But curiousity brought it back. This made her laugh, her stupidity was amusing, even to herself.

She was snapped back to reality once again by his next words. Her eyes widened, she had a chance for a different life, one where maybe she would fit in. Her words were broken and sounded breathless. "Would you, would you really?"

word count- 211
note- sorry, pathetic post.

[william panic archer]

march on till we see the sun
In the beginning I tried to warn you, you play with fire it's gonna burn you

[/color]ill nodded aimlessly, absently. Only if you want. I would not wish to doom you to any life you would not like to have. He smiled, they both knew this was probably where she belonged, where she would be safe and taught the ways of their familiar trade. William was good to those in his group, always looked out for them. So do you wish to be in my group?[/color] He asked looking at her with ocean green eyes.[/font][/size][/ul]

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[/b] Rayne Irony Skye
word count • 230
notes • Mines really bad... Sorry
music • march on and victims of love by good charlotte
credit • kaysey of blank pages! lyrics; good charlotte[/font][/size][/ul]

[Rayne Irony Skye]

For the first time that day Rayne managed to bring a small smile to her face. She could barely manage to stay relatively still. She found this rare excitement and hyperness very hard to control, though she tried very hard to remain calm. "That would be..." she paused trying to find the right word, "umm... uh... ugh, screw this. Yes, I would very much like to be part of your group." At these final words a radiant smile escaped from the confines of her soul, showing just a glimpse of her former self. The being that had been locked up, unreachable, even for her.

word count- 104
note- mine sucks so bad

[william panic archer]

march on till we see the sun
In the beginning I tried to warn you, you play with fire it's gonna burn you

[/color]ill nodded at her words. He was always glad to have more members and he found himself taking a likeing to her almost immediatley. She had many of the qualities he looked for in members of his group. Especially his Co-Leader, he found her to be quiet fascinating as in accordance to the rumors of their realationship, which truely didn't stretch beyond friendship. Welcome to the club,[/color] He mumbled, drying off his own knife with the edge of his shirt. He kept his eyes downcast to hide the smile that had appeared on his face in response to hers. Deep down he loved helping people, even if it didn't fit his M.O.

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[/b] Rayne Irony Skye
word count • 267
notes • he doesnt bite...much, lol.
music • march on and victims of love by good charlotte
credit • kaysey of blank pages! lyrics; good charlotte[/font][/size][/ul]

[Rayne Irony Skye]

Her smile slowly dimmed until it had all but disappeared. She sighed in defeat. "Damn, I lost it," she said quietly. Her eyes still sparkled with joy despite her vanished smile. She sat quietly until Will mumbled, then a small laugh escaped her lips as she thought of how much his mumbling entertained her.

Word Count: 57
Noted: This one really sucked.

[william panic archer]

march on till we see the sun
In the beginning I tried to warn you, you play with fire it's gonna burn you

[/color]ill grinned and let her see it. He looked at her, his emerald pools seeming to look through hers as if he was in a daze. Lost what, doll?[/color] His British sayings and accent was rather unheard of around the small district. It was half the reason young Tyler loved him so much. That, and well, he had control of the biggest clan on campus.
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[/b] Rayne Irony Skye
word count • 216
notes • Mine did to, lol.
music • march on and victims of love by good charlotte
credit • kaysey of blank pages! lyrics; good charlotte[/font][/size][/ul]

[Rayne Irony Skye]

She tried to smile back at him but it just wasn't going to happen, at least it still showed in her eyes. "I lost my smile. It always disappears once I find it."

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[william panic archer]

march on till we see the sun
In the beginning I tried to warn you, you play with fire it's gonna burn you

[/color]e nodded as if he understood, and perhaps in a way he did. It wasn't hard to lose a smile, he knew, and at times he found himself unable to give the smallest ghost of one. My mother, he began, his own smile fading into nothing, Told me that smiling was useless because it didn't display true happiness, simply a ghost of it. She said that how we acted was just as true as a smile.[/color] Will looked at her, his ocean green eyes alight with curiousity and a boy-like humor.
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[/b] Rayne Irony Skye
word count • 249
notes • MUSELESS! Lol
music • march on and victims of love by good charlotte
credit • kaysey of blank pages! lyrics; good charlotte[/font][/size][/ul]