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Post by Skylar Brown on Sept 19, 2011 21:25:04 GMT -6
Skylar Elizabeth Brown (Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A) [/size] (Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)------------------------------
Skylar had promised Liam that as soon as she got out of isolation, they'd get dinner together and she'd explain to him that was said, and how the fight happened. But that wasn't going to happen. No, because as soon as she got out of isolation, she'd been told what happened to Anthony. And after she stopped throwing up, she went into hiding. What she wanted to do was find the darkest, deepest cave, and go live in it. No, wait. She wanted to beat the crap out of herself, turn back time and make it her in Anthony spot, then go find a cave to live in. The bruise on the side of her head wasn't enough. She deserved to bleed. At least that's what she felt like.
Skylar went to her dorm first. She couldn't tell you if one of her roommates had been on there, she wasn't really paying that much attention. She dumped her bag in the middle of her bed, and packed a few books, one of those book lights that clipped onto the book cover, and a bag of unopened beef jerky in her bedside table. Then she turned on her heel and exited her dorm as quick as she'd entered it, grabbed Liam's hoodie from wear she'd hung it on the bed post.
Then she moved through the halls at lightening speed, dodging people like it was nothing. It was getting dark, and it had just rained. But Skylar ignored the darkness, and the fact that her feet sank into the soft, muddy earth. Dark, deep cave. Where could she find one of those around her? Under the bleachers on the soccer field. She got under them, and that wasn't all that easy, either. They probably wanted to keep people out of under there, but... Skylar wasn't in the mood to care. Skylar threw her backpack to the ground, and stripped off her black over shirt, wearing a maroon tank top underneath. She was wearing a sports bra in teal, and the razor back of that was showing. But Skylar figured, who the hell would see her? She folded her shirt and put it on the wet ground, than sat on it. She shoved Liam's hoodie into the bag, then pulled out a book and the book light, clipping it onto the front cover and flipping it on... Then she stared blankly at the words. She drew back into her mind, not thinking about anything. She stared at the word "and" as she blocked out every single emotion she was feeling towards herself and the world. She pushed the angry, terrified look on her face away and replaced it with a mask of nothingness.
Then, when all that done, and she didn't feel anything, then she began reading.
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Post by gabrielmonroe on Sept 26, 2011 10:52:19 GMT -6
Gabriel was walking along the halls, the sound of his boots echoing along the corridors was enough to send any of the trouble makers scattering. There was a small hint of a smile on his face, barely visible to most, but for Gabe, it was the equivalent of smiling like an idiot. He admittedly got a certain joy knowing that the kids in this place were learning to respect him. Yes, there was a tinge of fear associated with it as well, but he could live with that. Though he’d be happier if they respected/feared him enough to stop pulling shit when he wasn’t around. But that was asking too much, he’d take what he could get.
There weren’t too many kids in the halls, most of them had already eaten dinner and left back to the dorms, lest they end up in transit between the two buildings after curfew. He followed a group of kids, their loud voices bouncing off the walls to the front doors. As he stepped outdoors, their voices dissipated into the air, and were suddenly less jarring and loud. A huge bonus as far as his head was concerned. His eyes trailed after them, but he made no move to shadow them, while he still didn’t trust a single one of the little hellions here, he’d gotten to know most of the students well enough to know which ones caused trouble. The group slowly making their way to dorms were loud, but rarely stepped out of line.
He breathed in deeply, the air smelled like rain, and had cooled down considerably. It was the kind of weather Gabe loved most, so shoving his hands in his pockets, he decided to take the time to do a quick walk around the outside of the school. Like the halls inside, there weren’t too many kids milling about, a combination of the wet ground and the nearing curfew had most of them already inside. He looked around as he passed the soccer field, seeing a shock of familiar red hair. He paused, Skylar, who was definitely on the list of trouble makers, and at the moment looked completely absorbed in her book and unlikely to move, regardless of how close it was to curfew.
He watched her for a moment, her face lighted by the small clip on light attached to her book. Gabe had mixed feelings about the level four. She was violent, she caused problems, and generally made his job more difficult. But at the same time, it was hard not to have a sliver of respect for the kid, there was just something about her that reminded him of himself, though he couldn’t put his finger on what. It was common knowledge among the staff that her and the Price boy had gotten in another fight, this one leaving the other student with a strong likelihood of being wheelchair bound for the rest of his life. Gabe was surprised the girl was already out of isolation, even if it had been an accident. He checked his watch, she still had time to be out here, he didn’t need to shoo her inside yet, but there was something urging him to go towards her. Gabe could do more than imagine how she felt, being responsible for someone else’s pain or injury wasn’t new to him. He was far from the most comforting or compassionate man, but he could understand. Maybe that was more than anyone else had offered her. Not that he’d thought much about that, that requires foresight and consideration. He didn’t really process those traits consciously. He just felt the need to go to her, and he was a man who was accustomed to listening to his instincts.
He made his way to the red head, and looked down at her, “ Hello Miss Brown, planning on a late night?”[/size]
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Post by Skylar Brown on Sept 26, 2011 11:25:46 GMT -6
Skylar Elizabeth Brown(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A) [/size] (Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)------------------------------
Skylar saw the man walking up out the corner of her eye, though her face remained expressionless. He seemed like the type to not want to get in anyone else's way or really.. he didn't seem like he was a big talker. "So why must he come f*ck with me?" Skylar finally moved when she realized she was wearing nothing but a tank top, digging around in her bag and pulling out Liam's hoodie. Not her style.. or color. But she slipped it on, breathing in deeply when it was half way over her head, taking in Liam's scent that still lingered on the fabric. It didn't comfort her much, honestly. She didn't figure anything would at this moment, but she still could hope her boyfriend's familiar scent could wrap around her like a warm blanket and help her not feel like such a bad guy. Why wasn't she just sent to jail, where she belonged? If she was.. no one would be hurting because of her right now. She was like a rabid dog who needed to be put down.
Skylar put the book on he lap facing down to hold it open, then she dug into the bag again, pulling out the beef jerky. If she was chewing, it was more of a reason not to talk. Not like Skylar was hungry, and she felt like she was about to throw up everything she ate, but she was going to chew on the jerky anyway, try to come up with something to say or do that wasn't telling Gabe to piss off or bolting hoping to hide where no one, not even Gabe could find her. Her thin, pale and scarred fingers peeled away the sealed part of the packaging, using the little tab they put on it as a guide. She put the trash into her bag, not wanting to get in trouble for littering or some shit, and then reached into the beef jerky bag and grabbed a slice, sticking it in her mouth and chewing on it. She realized she probably looked like a panda chewing on a leaf, but she.. didn't care.
She stared off into the distance for a few moments like she chewed, then she reached out with the bag, offering some to the guard. She kinda likes him, he seemed cool, like someone she could get along with.. She guessed they were kind of friends. She'd probably punch anyone that spoke bad about him, well.. within reason. She probably wouldn't punch a kid under the age of twelve. She was going to be eighteen soon, she realized... She wouldn't be able to punch most of the kids at this school, or she'd be assaulting a minor. Liam, she could punch Liam. And walls. And staff members. Skylar finally looked over at the man, biting off a hunk of jerky. "You can't make me go inside. Besides, you and I both know that that school.. is safer without me in it. And I don't want to talk to anyone or hear anything about anything that happened I don't want to hear that it's my fault and that I ruined a guys life, and the life of his girlfriend and their unborn child. I don't want to talk to him, or her, or anyone that is going to either tell me I'm the most horrible human being in the world or anyone that's going to tell me that 'it's okay, Skylie baby, you didn't mean to and it's okay to be alright' because it's not f*cking going to be alright, okay?! It's not. I did ruin his life, and it is my fault and I did mean to hurt him just.. Not that bad." She stuck the rest of the dried beef slice in her mouth and chewed, staring off into the distance again. "Just.. if you're going to say anything about it, f*ck off.. if not you can sit down. But I'm not going into that school, and you can't make me."
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Post by gabrielmonroe on Sept 26, 2011 13:00:53 GMT -6
Gabe watched the young girl, showing beef jerky into her mouth and chewing like she was a hamster storing it in her cheeks for a rainy day. Skylar didn’t usually speak too much, not around him at least, so her little tirade came as a bit of a surprise. He listened to her, his face remaining as impassive as always, letting out a small sigh as she finished. He could mention that getting her back inside wouldn’t be all that much of a challenge for him. The girl was skinny, probably didn’t weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. He could march her to her dorm, or back to isolation if she fought him, without raising much of a sweat. But that wouldn’t really do much to fix anything.
He looked down at the piece of jerky she was offering him for a moment before taking it out of her hand and lowering himself to the ground. His back protested the entire way down, and he resisted the urge to cringe. The grass was wet, and the black uniform pants immediately began to soak it up, but Gabe hardly paid attention to it. He was more than used to being uncomfortable. He didn’t look at her, keeping his steely gaze focused outward across the field. He held the jerky in his hands, not making a move to eat the meat, so much as holding on to it for something to keep his hands occupied.
He sat there in silence for a few minutes before finally speaking. “You’re right. ” he said simply, his eyes still locked somewhere in the distance. “ What you just said in entirely true. You did ruin someone’s life. And for what? An argument?” he said stonily. He slipped into silence again, letting her think on that for a moment before continuing. “A few years ago, when I was still a marine, I was in Afghanistan. I was sergeant, in command of my unit. We were charged with the task of clearing out a terrorist cell in Islamabad. We had a plan in place, it was pretty much a smash and destroy. They weren’t expecting us, we were going to blaze in there, kill or capture whoever was in our way. Simple. We got some intelligence a few hours before we were supposed to move in. The cell had supposedly gotten wind of the operation. We should have held off, reformulated the plan. My unit thought so at least. I didn’t. One marine was worth a dozen of those bastards in combat. And out intelligence was a ‘maybe’ they knew at best. I pushed the operation to go ahead as planned.” he said, his voice taking on a tinned tone, his eyes a million miles away, another time, another country. “ When we got there, it all seemed as it should. They were inside. They seemed none the wiser.”
“It was a trap. They knew we were coming and rigged the place up with more explosives than fourth of July. We all knew these bastards had no problem playing the martyr, that they wouldn’t blink at sacrificing a few of their own to get at us. I forgot that. I lost 3 of my men that day. 3 men with wives, children, parents, brothers, sisters, friends. All because of my pride.” he finished, blinking down at the jerky in his hands, coming back to the present. He rarely spoke a word about his time in the marines, but whenever he did, it had a way of taking him back, he was always vaguely surprised when he looked around and found himself in the US, not in some far off, sun bleached desert. “That was my fault, as much as Anthony is yours. I let pride rule over logic, and made a mistake that cost good people their lives. Whether I did it on purpose has nothing to do with anything. It happened. So I have to ask myself. Was the pride worth those lives? I don’t think so. I never let go of the guilt. I learn to live with it, and use it as a reminder not to let myself make those same mistakes again. It’s the least I can do. ” He turned his head to look at Skylar. “So Skylar… is the anger worth it?”[/size]
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Post by Skylar Brown on Sept 29, 2011 17:09:12 GMT -6
Skylar Elizabeth Brown(Cause Ain't No way I'm Let You Stop Me From Causing Mayhem)(When I Say 'em Or Do Something I Do It, I Don't Give A) [/size] (Damn What You Think, I'm Doing This For Me, So F*ck The World)------------------------------
Skylar glanced over and watched the man sit down. She took another piece of beek jerky out of the bag. She wished she had muscles like Gabe's, even more people would flee from her, instead of just the wimpy little geeks. Everyone else she had to teach a lesson to get them to understand she wasn't one to be f*cked with. What, did Gabe take steroids? Maybe she should try that. Where exactly would she have to go to get those? She wondered if she explained her reasoning to Gabe if he would help her out. Or maybe he just got them naturally, from the military. Now.. there was an idea, going into the military. Though really, she doubted she'd be allowed in after the background check. "Oh, Miss Brown, let me just check... Murder charge? GET THE F*CK OUT." But still.. Maybe she should think about that after B.A.D, if she didn't just end up in jail. She'd have to grown out her hair.. But she guessed she didn't mind that, she'd had the style since before she started high school.
The level four was pulled out of her thoughts when the man began to talk. She probably would never admit any of this out loud but she respected Gabe, and looked up to him a little bit. If she'd ever had a father she would hope he'd be something like Gabe. She didn't just respect him out of fear, though. In truth, Skylar didn't fear the man, he didn't seem that scary. He just seemed.. He was the only person Skylar might admit that was smarter than her. He knew things, like.. life. He knew life. Skylar didn't know life, she'd never lived it. First Josh wouldn't let her, never letting her go anywhere besides school and her summer job, then.. She'd killed him and landed her skinny ass in a boarding school for "delinquents". Whatever you wanted to call the students here, Skylar didn't see a reason for most of them to be here. Like Liam. Give the kid thirty days in juvie, and make him pick up trash and feed homeless people for a while. Why was he here? B.A.D was for the kids they didn't trust to be around other kids for fear of the psycho kids stabbing the others with tooth picks. Liam was the one that would get stabbed to death with a tooth pick, he shouldn't be here.
He was telling her about a mission he'd done while he was a marine.. Probably another reason Skylar respected the man. Marines jobs where to break shit and kill people. They were the first ones in and the last ones out. More Marines died than any other branch of the military. She may be damn near Russian because she was from Alaska, but she was American.. she respected her military, the people that fought and died for her country. Like the three men Gabe was telling her about. Skylar shook her head, looking off and putting the piece of beef jerky between her teeth, violently tearing off a piece and chewing on it. as he finished his story.
“So Skylar… is the anger worth it?”
The red head rolled her eyes, not looking at him. "Oh, go f*ck yourself, Gabe." She tossed the bag of beef jerky into the bag, then her book followed it. "Don't.. pretend to know how I feel. Those guys knew they might never go home. Their wives knew that, they're parents and friends knew that. You know that." She turned her head to him, glaring at him. "Anthony didn't know what that he'd end up f*cking wheelchair bound if he got into a fight with me, I sure as hell didn't know that, I didn't.." She gritted her teeth, looking away. F*ck, was she PMSing or something? Her tears stung with tears that she quickly blinking away. "Those.. lives.. weren't lost because of you. They could have never joined the Marines when they knew they might die. Someone could have stopped them.. But.. You were just doing your f*cking job, Gabe, you didn't mean for them to die. You were fighting a goddamned war!" Skylar clenched her hands into fist, digging her nails deep into the palms of her hands, using the pain to calm her down. ".. I wasn't doing anything but being a moody, PMSing, psycho bitch." The only war Skylar ever fought was with her own demons, and that war didn't help anyone.
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