the stars are b l i n d {open}

[Vital Larkane Sage]

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theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

WORDS: 0722 TAG: OPEN OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: OHAI.

The halls were busy, loud, and completely annoying. Vital stood there silently, leaning back against one of the walls, just watching everyone around him in their rushes to be somewhere else. He was pretty much ignored except for the few once overs from a few guys as they passed, probably assuming he was a girl, which was alright to him, for the time being. Anyone who knew Vital knew that the young man was not one who took well to being ignored. The only exception was when he was taking his time to study those around him. It was something he enjoyed doing almost as much as torturing people. He liked getting to know what made people tick, the things that made them squirm and fall apart. Some people were easy and wore their hearts on their sleeves; such as Ciel Thompson, who walked past talking to one of his friends. Vital bit back the urge to sneer, making a mental note to start picking at the suicidal boy's insecurities again. It would be more entertaining if it was not so easy. Then there was the little mouse, Izzy Steel. He was too fearful of everything to provide any sort of entertainment. However, big and tall that Izzy could be seen with of late could prove different. A faint smirk tugged on the corner of Vital's lips at that thought. The teen was feeling the very familiar itch of needing to break someone. It was almost to the point he did not even want to make a game of it. He just wanted the blood and the screams. That was his lullaby. It had been too long since he had just acted on impulse with someone. It was mostly carefully calculated and calbirated plans, ones that would leave someone mentally broken and scarred or no longer breathing. The later of the two being Vital's favorite option. People were too stupid for him to ever regret killing any of them. They had their uses for a while. The teen was even sure that Yony was going to wear out his use, though the other teen was a good asset for the time being. It was not like there was anyone else around who would even be half as satisfying. It was difficult to find someone willing to possess and keep a distance at the same time. Vital did not care about emotional attachments, though some people were stupid enough to think that he might actually care about them. The thought that he could ever truly care about someone was laughable in his opinion. Life was too fleeting to deal with that nonsense. Watching someone just before those last moments, though, that was worth the effort. It was then that you saw who they are, were, wanted to be. You could see everything all just pouring out of them as that light in their eyes left. Stars... It reminded Vital of the stars. Vital's fingers practically tingled with the want to dig Rainbow Brite out of his back pocket, to flick it open with ease and pull it on the first unsuspecting toy that walked past him. However, any thoughts of that came to a screeching halt as somebody ran into him in their attempt to walk around the corner and avoid the busy part of the hall. Vital stumbled slightly, nearly slipping out of one of his heels before looking to the person that had collided with him, hissing as his eyes narrowed and he said, "What the hell is your problem? Watch where you're going, idiot." Vital shoved the person's shoulder a little, wanting the other person to be as far from as possible. The teen who was rather easily angered had been on edge as it was anyway; add the annoyance of some fool running into him because they were too stupid to look was the last thing he had patience for. The only good thing, in Vital's opinion, he finally had his target. There was no way someone was just going to run into him and have that be that. The only issue left was figuring just what to do with the person who obviously thought they were too good to pay attention to others in the hallway. Sure, he might have been quiet, but he was not invisible.

tell me that we both matter dont we

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[Kyle Michael James]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Kyle sighed before picking up his bag and putting it over his shoulder. He had walked around getting himself acquainted to the new surroundings since he hadn’t been in a school in a few years. Erik had kept him locked up and he wanted to stay with him. This new place was scary. Everyone was rushing around, some bumping into others, pushing past others, and sometimes hurting others even if they didn’t mean to. He was afraid that someone was going to hurt him too badly that when Erik came for him again he wouldn’t want him. He thought that it was bad enough that the people wanted him to eat more, and to actually put on weight, but he knew that Erik wouldn’t want him if he did that. He continued eating just fruits and vegetables and keeping it to that. He was going to stay skinny and perfect for Erik no matter what these people wanted. He was so caught up in his thoughts when he turned a corner that he didn’t realize that someone was standing there. As he bumped into them he felt a push against him and he stepped back into someone else getting pushed forward. He felt like a toy just being pushed around to wherever someone wanted to move him to. That’s how it was with Erik. He went wherever Erik wanted him to go, and didn’t do things because he wanted to, but because Erik wanted him to. He smiled slightly at the memory before hearing their spiteful voice asking him what his problem was. He bit his lip and looked down at the ground before nodding when the person said to watch where he was going. He pulled on the bottom of his shirt nervously as he was pushed against the wall by another student for being in their way. He looked up at them before looking back down and scratching at his arm. The multitude of scars covering his arms were showing a pale white against his already pale skin, and this was true for the rest of his body. He was covered almost every inch, except for his face because ‘a pretty face shouldn’t be ruined’ as Erik had told him time and time again.

[atrb=width,100] words , 376 words tagged , vital;;alice outfit , here notes , Kinda iffy on this one, but I guess it's good. november 13th, 1:30PM

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[Yony Helsha Katana]

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[Vital Larkane Sage]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

WORDS: 0636 TAG: OPEN/KYLE/YONY OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: OHAI.

Oh, great. Perfect. Vital could practically groan in irritation. The kid did not even so much as flinch. If he wanted some pathetic little rag doll that did anything he wanted, he would go mess with one of his puppets, the ones he already had doing things for him. He wanted a reaction. He wanted someone to fight back, to stand up for themselves. He wanted to watch that fight leave their eyes. He was bored and playing with some little scared thing was not on his to-do list. No, if he wanted that, he'd go after the mouse to mess with his protector because at least then he'd get some sort of fight out of it. He was about to just say "screw it" and leave when he felt an arm wrap around his waist, making him instinctively start to knock the guy away, only to pause when he heard the familiar voice. Yony. Maybe he would actually prove to be of some form of entertainment. If anything, he could at least get laid. It would not stop that itch for something more, but it was something, at least. He smirked a little as Yony forced his attention, humming a little as the other boy nipped at his lip. "No, I don't want to play with him," Vital answered, glancing back over to the silent teen with a sneer. "He's like a rag doll." Vital was in no way amused or impressed by the boy. Some people might get off on having someone that would just take anything without much reaction; but, no, Vital did not want that. It was boring. If the person was just going to take it, you might as well just get rid of them. Which, if Vital was given a chance to pull his knife on the unknown teen, slitting the boy's throat would be the blond's first choice of action. His fingers itched to do just that, but instead he reached out to tug on the front of Yony's shirt with a faint smirk. "Trying to make him more interesting, huh? Good luck. He's almost worse than the mouse." Vital's dislike for Izzy Steel, who he rarely called by name if ever, was quite obvious in his tone of voice. Vital did not really like anyone, not even Yony, but his dislike for the mouse was a little bit higher than the general population. There were a few that were like that. Mr. Jester, for one. That idiot needed to go find the nearest cliff and forget to stop walking. Oh, that sounded like a good idea to toy with. Hmmm... The feminine boy absently toyed with Yony's hair as he found himself lost in thought, thoughts flicking over random ideas of what to do with people. The meek teen before them really not being a concern of his. He smirked a little, though, as Yony suggested a nickname for the boy. "It's not going to be any fun if we can't get him to scream. I want to be rid of his eyes since he cannot seem to use them anyway." A practiced, charming and sweet smile formed on Vital's face at the words, looking completely out of place with what he was saying. He wondered if the kid would survive if he did manage to do something like that. It would be interesting to see. The potential blood loss, depending on method, could be quite damaging. Honestly, he hoped his words would make the other kid scram, because he really just did not have time for someone who was just going to take anything handed to him. Yony, however... well, Vital did not know his view on whether or not it would be worth it to mess with the kid. Yony could be a distraction himself, though.

tell me that we both matter dont we

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[Kyle Michael James]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Kyle watched another boy walk up to the first one and wrap his arms around the first’s waist. He didn’t know what these two were to each other, but they way they acted in a way made them seem like a couple. He flinched when the later one talked about him and even grabbed his jaw and pulled him forward slightly. He didn’t know what to do, but he didn’t want to be around him right now. As the first boy began playing with the others hair and not paying attention as it seemed he sighed. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to run into your boyfriend” he said quietly before pulling back against his grip and taking a step back. As the second questioned him on if he would make it too easy it confused him. They were talking about playing with him, but he wasn’t sure in what way, the way they seemed to be talking didn’t seem like the ‘normal’ play that teenagers would engage in. “I’m not Bambi, my name’s Kyle”. Kyle was getting confused. These two were talking about him like he wasn’t here, especially when the first who the other kept calling ‘Vi’ said that he wanted to get rid of his eyes. Kyle wasn’t sure if these two were normal or like Erik, but at this point he was guessing they were like Erik. “I-I-I like where my eyes are now” he stuttered out getting scared of being hurt again. He knew that pain didn’t really faze him after a while, especially because Erik didn’t like him screaming, but that didn’t stop him from getting scared. Kyle didn’t like the smile that formed on Vi’s face after he stated that he wanted to take out his eyes. He shivered before taking another step back and being pushed forward again by a person trying to get by. He felt himself being moved more towards the two but didn’t want to hit either of them because when he just accidentally bumped into Vi he got pissed and pushed him away, which is how all this started. So as he was trying to avoid hitting them he fell to the ground before wincing at his knees hitting the hard floor.

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[Yony Helsha Katana]

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