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Post by August Marie Sills on Oct 22, 2012 9:26:49 GMT -6
 " Shake them off…" The young blonde thought to herself, closing her eyes, her fingers running up to press against her temples. These headaches were getting quite annoying now a days. Whatever the doctor had given her when she had fallen down the stairs due to a mild panic attack, didn't seem to have long lasting effects. Sure, he had given her a sort of advil to keep the head ache away and then some sleeping medication because she was in a severe state of lacking sleep.. but then he gave her that extra medication that was to make sure she wouldn't get locked in her night terrors when underneath a heavy sleep blanket from the sleeping pills. She basically slept all the rest of that day and that night, but when she woke up the next morning.. she felt nothing but drowsiness and more throbbing in her head. Part of it was the voices always taunting her and telling her that she was doing a terrible job at living her life.. but the other part was also because she just doesn't sleep. Every night the intense nightmares wake her up, making her scream and cry. Countless nights have already been spent waking up other girls in the dorms from her terrible dreams.. and that just added more guilt to her shoulders.
Today was no different then most, given this was her third year at St. Helena's.. every day seemed to be the same. The same feelings, the same stupid people she'd have to interact with, just.. the same. There was no happiness in her eyes, no driven force within her soul to continue living it.. and she wasn't suicidal, it was just she wanted the voices to stop. She wanted the night terrors to stop too. August had long gotten over the whole " god is punishing me for something" because it's all she's known since she was a little girl. Being left in Scotland, no parent's nothing, no one wanting to adopt her. It was best to not even get her started with the orphanage and the way they isolated her because of her night terrors and wide imagination ( which was later diagnosed as her Schizophrenia). St. Helena's was really not that different. People were just slightly more grown up.
August had Ciel, but she hadn't heard from him for awhile and she knew it was best to not bother him. That was her philosophy at least. So this boring friday evening was spent.. trying to find a quiet place to sit. She didn't want to be distracted from the voices for once, she just wanted a quiet place. The Annex was normally pretty desert due to everyone being out. It was a few hours after classes, so people were already getting ready for the evening. Looking around the room, she noticed a few bodies but decided not to get too involved with them. Keeping her blue eye'd gaze to the ground, she began to walk across the Annex, staying clear from the games and such and aiming for the couches. What she should have been doing was paying attention to where she was going because she obviously didn't see someone walking the other way. Bumping shoulders with them, she quickly snapped her gaze up , looking at the figure with a wide eye'd expression.
" I am so very sorry!" She exclaimed quickly, her scottish accent pushing through her words. As she continued to stare at the person, she thought she recognized him, but she wasn't too familiar with who he was.
TAG: NICK/FAYE
WORDS: 594
NOTES: I hope this works and is okay!(: I am so excited to see how these two work out ^^
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Post by Nicolas Damion Holmes on Oct 29, 2012 13:53:35 GMT -6
Nick turned his head abruptly to the side, stopping in his tracks. He waited for a couple of seconds before he walked onward, down the hall. He could’ve sworn he heard-
“Psst.”
He turned around, stopping again. He knew he was hearing something. He just knew it. Someone was following him again.
“Hello?” He called out. “‘The hell do you want?”
There was no reply.
He took a couple of tentative steps backwards as he eyed the hallway until he was comfortable enough to face the correct way and continue walking forward, each step he took echoing more loudly than usual. He wasn’t sure if it was because the hallway was empty or because his ears had become more acute at hearing as to try and pick up sounds, but one thing was for certain: Nick was feeling pretty on edge, and he was not appreciating his little lurking friend either.
He hadn’t heard from his mom in about… two days? Two weeks? It felt like two weeks. Screw it, it had been two weeks for him. He knew he must’ve been exaterating and been off about ten days, but he really did not care. People would’ve probably said that Nick should be happy about his mother having not shown up for so long but to him it was nerveracking. Was she okay? Was she just resting? Or was she just hiding purposefully? She knew what made him worry and if she was in her dark mood then she could've easily been pulling one large prank on him. Maybe she was even the person following him.
“Psst.”
He turned his head again and saw nothing. “This is not funny.” He muttered to himself, hanging his head low in agrivation. It could’ve been his mother but he doubted it. He had felt this presense before and it was different from his mother’s. For one, he could never clearly see who was following him. Nick would be able to catch glimpses and shadows from the corners of his eyes but whenever he turned to look, it would disappear. Another thing that made Nick reject the idea that it was his mother was the way it acted and communicated with him. Sure, this person wanted to grab his attention just like how his mother would, but at least she would speak. Maybe even give out a giggle, or at least give some sort of reaction to whenever he did something. But with this thing? It gave out nothing. Ziltch. Nada. All it gave was it’s presence, an occasional one-worded wisper, or –
“Psst.”
– ugh, that. It was annoying like how a kid would hold their finger an inch away from you and say they weren’t touching you, except instead of a finger, it was something pointy and sharp the kid was holding up. It’s never done anything physical to Nick, but it always gave him this feeling of apprehension.
Nick also hated the fact that it got him almost every single time it’d try and grab his attention. It didn’t matter how redundant its techniques were; if it called out his name or made a small whisper, Nick would look over his shoulder in a response.
“Psst.”
Nick turned. Saw nothing. He sighed.
He didn’t prefer going into the Annex most of the time. It was a comfy area for you to sit down and read, write, or watch a movie but sometimes there would be too many people in it, or there would only be a small number who were ungodly loud. But Nick needed a distraction, and needed to be surrounded. These were one of the rare times that he felt okay being with other people in hopes that it can shake the person that was following him away. He knew he’d pretty much still be a wallflower, but he also knew it was harder for someone to get you when you were surrounded by other people. If the cost of trying to get rid of his stalker was a bit of social anxiety, then he thought it’d be worth it.
To his surprise, the Annex wasn’t as full as he thought it was going to be, which gave him some mixed feelings. He took a deep breath and walked forward across the room. He felt some of the people within the room glance up at him as he wordlessly made a beeline towards the bookcase. Well, at least there’s more than one pair of eyes staring at me now. he thought, almost cynically. He only skimmed the bookcase for about two seconds before he decided to randomly choose a book and go sit down. As he plopped onto the couch, he looked at what he held in his hand.
“… Well, I guess we can sit down with some Hamlet.” He murmered to himself, flipping through the old book until a batch of pages that had been ripped out and carelessly shoved back into the tragedy fell onto his lap.
Yeah. Of course he'd get the book that was falling apart.
He tried to reorganize the pages the best that he could but gave up halfway through. He shoved the pages back in as lazily as they were before, tucked the book under his arm, got up from his seat and made his way to the bookcase once more.
“You should really try to fix it, Nick.”
Nick’s eyes widened and he looked towards the direction he had heard the voice. “Mom?” As he was looking away, he accidently bumped shoulders with someone coming the opposite way, knocking some loose pages from under his arm and onto the floor. He looked back to see a girl in front of him, apologizing with a surprised and slightly embarrassed expression. Nick’s initial thought upon seeing her was “OH CRAP GIRL” like how it always was when he’d see a girl other than one of his sisters, but this time it wasn't so bad. He had recognized her. They were in a class together, he thought, though he couldn't remember which one. She was very quiet and looked relatively harmless. Her name was a month or something. June? April? August? Maybe it was even October. He was pretty sure it was a month related to autumn.
“Uh... no it’s okay.” He replied. “It was my fault too. I was–”
“Psst.”
He looked over his shoulder. He saw nothing. “… distracted.” He looked back at her, aware that his jumpyness and sudden movements must’ve been jarring for her to have witnessed and he started to feel his self-consciousness set in. He broke eye contact for a moment and rubbed his neck, turning a bit sheepish. “Um… you’re… August, right?” He said, choosing a random name and hoping to smooth down the already awkward encounter.
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Notes: Sorry for the late reply. College is being a bit difficult x.x Hope the long post can make up for it c:
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Post by August Marie Sills on Nov 2, 2012 19:33:15 GMT -6
It was almost a breath of release when he began to say it was his fault. In reality, August should have been paying some attention to the fact that there could be someone walking near her. Gulping, she tried her best to swallow her tears and fear, knowing that if she panicked.. it wouldn't help anyone. More then likely too, her counselor would hear about it and they would be quite upset with how her personality wasn't improving. Straightening out her shirt a little, she cleared her throat and just tried to relax herself. Just thinking that their interaction would take only a few seconds, she was surprised when he spoke her name.
Blinking, the girl slowly nodded. " Yeah, August. I think we have a class together or something." She said softly, her voice still holding a bit of tension. Narrowing her blue eyes at him, she wondered what his name was. Unlike others, she hardly payed attention to other student's in her classes. The farthest she could recognize was a persons face, since the voices in her head and schoolwork were always distracting. She often remembered times when the teacher would have asked her a question but because she was so caught up in her own mind, that the teachers voice would just drown out. Plus, when there was group work that needed to be done, she didn't and wouldn't do it. There was no point in getting to know them, no point in working with them. Most of the student's at St. Helena's came off as judgmental! So why would August surround herself with them?
Feeling a bit emotional, she filed hard through her memory for a name of this stranger. HIs face, she definitely recognized, but his name.. it escaped her so quickly. Even though, it was on the tip of her tongue. Panicking, she whimpered a little and decided to be honest with him. Gulping, she looked down at her feet nervously. " I must apologize, i do not know your name. I do recognize your face, but.. your name escapes me so quickly.." She mumbled innocently, feeling bad that she couldn't remember a simple name… even if it was never spoken in front of her.
Everything felt awkward now, she probably offended him.. probably just made things worse for herself. Glancing up at him, her fragile blue eyes locked with his gaze. " Sorry, i am terrible with names" She apologized again, letting out a slow breath in order to ease herself of the nerves that crept through her body, making her feel as if she was suffocating slowly in front of this guy .
You pathetic loser, just give up. You hold no potential in making friends while you are still weak..
Raising her eyebrows, she looked over her shoulder, flinching at the harsh words in her head. "How do you know? I just feel bad for bumping into him. Like you'd know how to make friends.. your the one that is stuck inside my head.. " She snapped back underneath her breath, still not completely aware that it would look weird if she was just talking to air.
TAG: NICK/FAYE
WORDS: 526
NOTES: Its alright love! Sorry this post is a bit short D: She gets so scared that she just stands there xD
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