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Post by gabster3 on Apr 12, 2010 16:24:21 GMT -6
 SURI NOELLE MORRISON-NOVAKFOOTBALL FIELD, OCTOBER 2007[/font] --------------------------------------------------------[/center] [/color]uck him. Fuck him hard. Right up his self-righteous ass with a rusty fucking rake with a splintering wooden handle. Fuck him and his apathy. Fuck him and his newfound ability to actually fucking give a shit. Fuck his never-brushed blonde hair and his mannerisms. Fuck everything about him, actually. Fuck nico morrison. With the rake and an oversized fucking shovel. Why couldn’t he just leave her the fuck alone? Out of all the assholes in the world- and in suri’s mind, there were more than enough to bring about a solid need for worldwide asshole conventions- did the asshole that she was being forced to live with really have to be the one who pissed her off more than pretty fucking close to anyone else in the history of the world? And did that particular asshole really have to go constantly out of his way to make her as miserable under the same roof as him as she possibly could be? Did he want her to start stealing razorblades out of the bathroom, writing horrible fucking poetry about being alone and misunderstood, and blasting shitty scream from her room all hours of the day? Because honestly, at the rate things were going, the future seemed a lot more likely to be filled with avoiding him and pulling a bullshit emo routine whenever possible than it did them holding hands and skipping to the pier while they sang delightful pop songs about being bffs. -----h[/color]as she been fucking delusional all this time? because in her mind brothers were supposed to be there for each other, not torture each other to bits. they were not supposed to put salt on the fucking wound and press it with their fucking finger to make it bleed more. ugh, it was frustrating to say the least, but suri should be used to it. that morning when she crawled her fat ass out of bed, she was welcomed by her brother nico holding a pair of panties in his hand and asking her questions about it. did he go out of his way to search her fucking dirty laundry and get a pair of dirty underwear to prove a point? "how come your panties always spell like semen?". this was his morning salute to her. forget the kiss on the cheek or the usual good morning sunshine, how did you sleep? no, nico took the cake on this one. what a little bitch. "ugh, i know you are just jealous cause i get more dick than you, but my god! have some self respect. and give me my god damn panties back!". it was not the best way to start the morning, but then again this was nothing new inside the morrison-novak household. she couldnt wait to turn 18 and get the fuck out of here. find an apartment of her own so she would not have to deal with anyone's shit. was this his way of acting like the protective brother? because he was her same age, so that would be a little ridiculous in her opinion. and the older brother she had couldnt give two shits about her or whether or not she spreads her legs on a regular basis. her parents? hahaha. thats laughable. her father took off to live in los angeles, probably after a prostitute. at least she liked to believe thats what happened. that he fell in love with coke whore prostitute who gave him aids and then one day he died drowned in his own vomit. sadly for her, that couldnt be furthest from the truth -----t[/color]his morning was not as bad as the night before. she had gone out to the bar and met a guy. he was nice, good looking and smart enough to keep her interested. then again, she was drunk as fuck so anything that came out of his mouth sounded funny to her. One second he was practically asking her if she’d like to sit down and take a spin on his little friend, the next he was ignoring her completely. One second he seemed tolerable, the next he was making out with her, and then he was fucking bitching her out for making out with him in the first place. This was why suri didn’t deal with all of the dating bullshit. How the fuck did any of this make any legitimate sense? to make the story short, she ended up fucking him in the bathroom of bare and then leaving pretty fucking unsatisfied. that what was all the fuss was about? for that matter she would have saved herself the trouble. those were 15 minutes of her life she was not going to get back. asshole! there was nothing more pathetic in her opinion that guys who lived in the complete delusion that they were god's gift to women and practically fail at making her feel anything but the need to kill herself. to make matters worse, in school, she fucking bumped into the guy in the hallway. so he was a new kid in school...fuck her life. he of course acted like he didnt know who it was. its not every day that a girl tells you to put that sorry excuse for a cock back in your pants. did she care? absolutely not. he was not that memorable either. -----t[/color]hank fucking god for cigarettes. its what she needed right now to make this day a little less shitty and a bit more tolerable. so she decided to just skip fifth period, give miss. whatherface, the one with the huge tits, the finger and head outside. before she realized where she was going, she was by the football field. there, she watched the cheerleaders practice their ridiculous routines. it was the same every year! god damn it, you think they would have enough imagination to come up with something a little more entertaining? but no, that was too much to ask from the cheertards who all seemed to have shit for brains. honestly, if they had an original thought, their heads would explode. same went for the jocks who ran around like complete asses after a ball and tackles themselves, acted like tough guys just so they could have enough justification for smacking their bare asses in the showers and not feel like homos. yeah, we can do gay shit, cause we are jocks and we wear this fucking shirt. suri pulled out a smoke and lit it up. she sat there on the grass watching the rest of the world pass her by with judging eyes -------------------------------------------------------- status• finished
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Post by Hayden Hadley on Apr 12, 2010 23:17:00 GMT -6
( HAYDEN SAMANTHA HADLEY )
OCTOBER, 2007. MID-AFTERNOON. VA FOOTBALL FIELD. [/size] -----------------------------------------------------------she's a steel thrill suicide, they say,WITH CYANIDE IN HER PLASTIC VIENS, SHE'S
A MANNEQUIN OF MISERY. SHE'S ON A BENDER.
BUT SHE AIN'T GONNA BREAK. HEY, HEY-----------------------------------------------------------[/color][/center] - - - "LIVING AS SUCH [/b][/font] a dirty chisel, i wasn't aware - - the fuck?" the carefully positioned video camera belonging to one hayden samantha hadley unexpectedly tipped. the little red button was now glaring up at the seventeen year-old from the floor. perfect. moving her blue eyes to look down into the lens, now filming her on the ever-flattering side view, hayden cursed again. no one was supposed to interupt her. did the "fuck off" sign on the door not tip anyone off? that, and the only other person currently in the hotel room she shared with her older brother was, well, her older brother. she had heard flavour of the day sneak out earlier that morning. and by sneak, she did mean saw a blushing blonde, with a backwards camisole, sheepishly sprint out the front doors of the days a way hotel. hayden hadn't even bothered going back up to their room that night. once she managed to find the hotel again after whatever beach party, she had been playing penny poker with the lady at the front desk, a security gaurd, bellhop and the new lifeguard who needed to use a bit more old spice. wait a few hours and then it is safe to enter the haphazard hadley household. if a cramped little hotel room is a household. the hadley siblings had been living here ever since they came from new jersey, and just never bothered to leave. and unless dj had been experimenting with some other cheerleader, everyone else had been bothered to leave. coast should be clear. now, where were we? oh right, cursing. swearing loudly, the high school junior pushed herself up onto her feet and wrenched the door of the front closet open. seriously, now? her brother wasn't stupid. dallas james had been perfectly aware hayden had kicked open the door several hours previous. he watched as she claimed her camera, and secluded herself in the sizeable closet to update her blog. and now, in the middle of a perfectly good rant, he decided to be some creep? "oh hey, babe, did you use this needle before i did? it smells funny." speaking loudly, innocently, she casually leaned against the doorframe as two very surprised individuals broke apart, one of them ending up on the floor. that other cheerleader, she presumed. crossing her arms, a cruel smirk on her face, hayden watched as dj shook his head, disoriented. had he actually been hiding some crackwhore in the closet? remaining silent as both her brother and the buxon brunette washed the lust from their vision, she raised both of her eyebrows as they looked over to where the voice had come from. that, and the horrified expression that crossed the useless slut's face were worth her morning. "i'm sure it's still good, though. want some heroine?" the same mocking lacing her words, hayden watched in triumph as another too-small camisole managed to cover enormous boobs. then the scribbled phone number on her brother's hand. and a glare she seemed to think was intimidating. "you're done today, freak." those words were whispered at her venomously before the door to their hotel room was slammed. oops. "you're losing your touch, brother dear," picking up a wrinkled t-shirt from the floor and handing it to her brother, hayden stood at the edge of his bed. he was still just staring at her furiously. or drunkenly. she couldn't decide which. i was still here, you blockheaded fuck! you knew i was. at least wait until i'm gone before you get another disease near me." digust now in her husky voice, hayden slammed her camera down on his bed before picking up her messenger bag and slamming the door as well. fuck. definitely not the way she wanted to start her morning. the disgust still displaying plainly on her otherwise pretty face, she shot the familiar death-glare at anyone who even dared approach her. while amusing, getting mocked by her peers was not on the agenda for right now. go the fuck away. gripping her 'nightmare before christmas' travel mug tightly, the junior slammed and kicked her way through the halls of valkyrie academy. it had been a good two weeks since her brother had done something that repulsive. she'd almost gotten hope that they could stop screaming at each other so much. guess not. now, don't go thinking she was disgusted by what he had done. well, duh. of course she was. it was the fact that he had completely disregarded her before going to violate jailbait. he used to be more diligent than that. now, she was lucky when he didn't have some waste of oxygen with boobs hanging around. sometimes they stayed all evening. like attempting to socialize with someone with the brain capacity of a dead cat was worth the conversation. it had been less annoying with artemis had been constantly hanging around. where was she? at least they didn't fuck. "hey, freak," stopping at her locker, the angry female was soon joined by yet another. what happened to when people just ignored her? "oh, hey, caroline." complete sincerity in her words, hayden clutched her science textbook to her chest and turned to the buxon brunette she had caught earlier that morning. "you know your boyfriend, matt? do you have any naked pictures of him?" only responded with a cruel sneer and a "what?" she smiled innocently again. "well, i have some extra. do you want them?" slamming her locker closed, loosely holding her textbooks under her free arm, hayden turned to face the older girl. "stop fucking my brother." shoving past the assumed-cheerleading slut, the blogger rolled her eyes and she sauntered her way to biology class. she did, in fact, roll her eyes throughout much of the day. biology, she rolled her eyes and sighed. social studies, she debated too much and earned eye rolls from everyone. algebra was an eye roll in and of itself. spending lunch hour in her secluded corner of the courtyard, freely insulting the people around her - that all earned smirks and sneers from everyone. the group of asian nerds at the table adjacent to hers read on their iPhones as she updated. eye roll. by the time the fifth period of the day rolled around, her eyes were almost incapable of moving. today had been so fucking lame. the anger having faded from the morning's, erm, surprises, hayden was back to merely smirking at her peers. casually strolling back through the hallways of valkyrie academy, hayden took her sweet merry time. junior year was, to her, about as important as sitting all the way through math class. not. her white blouse untucked from her short skirt, tie loosened, and the sleeves of both her jacket and shirt rolled up, it was clear she wasn't going anywhere in a hurry. everyone just rolled their eyes when they saw her. no one even bothered anymore. gripping the strap of her messenger bag, she pushed the back door of the school with her shoulder. whoever invented government and debate was in dire need of an intervention. she hadn't gone to a class in weeks. the teacher almost assumed she cared. the familiar smirk on her lips, the new jersey native slowly approached the football fields. braindead blondes practices in no clothes and fatheaded fucks watched greedily. how dare the cheerleading squad practice almost nude, but cheer for the school in lingerie. how cruel. grabbing the bit of grass sitting next to a smoking fellow junior - suri something? - hayden leaned back on her heads, crossing her boots at the ankle. "i never thought auditioning for a naked pillow fight could count as an extra-curricular." looking over at suri, disregarding the fact they had barely spoken, hayden scoffed with amusement as she slipped her sunglasses over her blue eyes.[/size][/blockquote] ----------------------------------------------------------- STATUS, complete.
TAGGED, suri !
LENGTH, 1329 words.
ATTIRE, school uniform + boots, jacket.
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Post by gabster3 on Apr 17, 2010 14:19:02 GMT -6
SURI NOELLE MORRISON-NOVAKFOOTBALL FIELD, OCTOBER 2007 [/font] --------------------------------------------------------[/center] [/color]o say that suri was a friendly girl was like calling hitler a pacifist. she was not the type of girl who would make pointless conversation with someone to get to know them. she was pretty much content with being on her own. apparently that was reason enough to turn her inot a circus freak. cause here you were validated for the amount of friends you had or the amount of people who liked you. hell, if that were the case then suri morrison novak was pretty much at the bottom of the social food chain. so what else was new? all these feelings and emotions people tend to be carrying in their sleeve. dont get me wrong, its not that this particular teenager was completely void of emotion. but all of the happy little girl feelings and deep dark emotions and shit like that? Yeah, not even close to suri's strong point in any version of the phrase. -----s[/color]he felt them well enough, she just never recognized or acknowledged them if she could help it. she resisted them whenever they seemed to have some kind of potential to wind up being the reason she got screwed over; she kept them silent when even allowing someone to realize that she had them would make her out to be a complete fucking retard. and after so many years of the practice, anyone in their right mind would be able to make a profession out of it. well, maybe ‘right mind’ wasn’t exactly the best of descriptions, but generally experience with something, no matter what that something was, tended to progressively heighten the experiencer’s abilities in whatever the fuck it was they were experiencing. or it just made them really fucking unlucky or insane or some shit like that. when considering it herself, suri liked to think that it made her more of a professional for not dealing with feelings than it did make her unlucky or insane or any of the other shit. even if she did feel more fucking insane than anything else the second she even tried to flesh out what the fuck was going on in her head. actually, retarded was a much better word for it than insane. she was emotionally fucking retarded. handicapped, stunted, whatever politically correct bullshit there was to describe drooling on yourself and having seizures every ten seconds. that was what suri was in the emotional department. and you still wonder why she doesnt have a boyfriend? -----t[/color]he closest she ever got of having a relationship was with this guy, liam something. ok, she did remember his last name, she just refused to acknowledge it at the present time. it wasnt a fairytale kind of relationship, far from it. he was too much like her, too into his own little world to care about the feelings of others. sometimes it seemed like maybe serious about whatever he was saying, but then he’d pull a nice wave of bullshit immediately after and make the urge to junkpunch him rise to new and dangerous heights. like he’d make out with her, let it all go smoothly, and then suddenly get up, stare at her, and leave the room to slam his door like a prepubescent little girl who just got told no to all of her pony princess dreams. or he’d say something and simultaneously pull the complimenting bullshit, which suri wouldn’t be able to take seriously if she tried. nobody complimented you unless they were trying to flatter you to get something from you or unless they were looking for an ego boost right back from you. the entire practice of it was fucking stupid. they weren’t just ‘nice’ or ‘honest gestures. they were bullshit. and they were awkward. and the constant need to give them was probably where many a child molester initially began their quest into fondling little children. at the end of it all, he went back to germany or wherever the fuck he was from with his parents never to be seen again. the fucking wrote her a goodbye letter and left it inside of her locker. who the fuck does that? what kind of coward piece of shit person says goodbye in a letter. its not like she expected more from him, she new the guy had absolutely zero balls. it was one of the many reasons why their relationship didnt go anywhere. he didnt want his precious reputation to be ruined if anyone found out he was making out with the va leper. -----o[/color]h yeah, she heard the rumors. they were hard to ignore. people were used to talking and coming up with stories about her. that she was the product of rape, that she herself was raped, that she recently had an abortion, that she had some horrible disease that nobody could pronounce, that she was born a hermaphrodite and that she still had a hint of a tiny penis. i think that was her favorite one. she was used to people drawing pornographic pictures of her on the bathroom stalls. sometimes she would enhance their drawing by adding some shadow, or actually writing quotes and stuff. she wasnt bothered by it all. she was not pushed around like some of the losers around the school were, she was just left alone. she would walk the halls of valkyrie academy, and people would actually turn the other way or spread out as if she were radioactive of some shit. it was better this was. she didnt need to have any type of human contact. this is why she found it so strange that someone had spoken to her. dont they know that she was to be left alone? she thought it was common knowledge. then she realized that the girl who was sitting by her and attempting to make conversation was no other than haden hadley. usually, she didnt remember names, but she knew exactly who this girl was. suri really enjoyed reading her blog, mostly because she found it incredibly comical. and because she shared her view on things. still, she was not going to be running up to her with a printed copy of one of her posts and ask for an autograph. in a place like this, it was difficult to find someone who was an actual individual. who was not afraid to think outside the box and express their views on things without giving two shits about public opinion. -----s[/color]uri took another drag of her cigarette as she turned to face the brunette girl with bright blue eyes. the sun was hitting her face so she had to squint a little. she cursed at herself for forgetting to bring her sunglasses. "at least the can fucking spell and havent just fucked themselves retarded. dont think i can say the same thing for the football team". jocks, what a bunch of fucking losers. she snorted as she watched one of the players get tackled to the ground and get completely crushed by four members of the opposing team. "hayden, right? the grew rainbow chick?" she asked with a raised brow as she released a plume of smoke into the atmosphere -------------------------------------------------------- status• finished
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Post by Hayden Hadley on Apr 26, 2010 12:02:29 GMT -6
( HAYDEN SAMANTHA HADLEY )
OCTOBER, 2007. MID-AFTERNOON. VA FOOTBALL FIELD. [/size] -----------------------------------------------------------she's a steel thrill suicide, they say,WITH CYANIDE IN HER PLASTIC VIENS, SHE'S
A MANNEQUIN OF MISERY. SHE'S ON A BENDER.
BUT SHE AIN'T GONNA BREAK. HEY, HEY-----------------------------------------------------------[/color][/center] - - - THE PROSPECT OF [/b] school was not as painful as most would assume. i mean, sitting down and deciding to force your child to go through twelve plus years of sitting in uncomfortable desks, pretending to learn crap that they forgot in a few months is, by far, one of the most naive the human race has developed. school in and of itself was useless. she didn't remember what she learned earlier that day, let alone since first grade. reading. writing. basic math. great. now let her live her life. but, seeing as no one was going to succeed in destroying this curse, people had learned to make the best of it. elementary school, she heard, was borderline fun. junior high school was when hell started. girls developed, boys salivated. thirteen year-olds were learning how horrible they can be. turn fourteen and BAM. welcome to hi!school. you're judged on your appearance, your wealth, how many you have fucked. supermodel-gorgeous, fatass wallet, and not too many - that was the only way to describe the sevel levels of social hell for high school students. everyone hates these people, but they still have the run of the place. welcome to the real world. attractive people statistically make a hell of a lot more than those unfortunate looking. but hey, that's high school. people learn to adapt. the people like anne levesque and tommy abrose paraded around like they were at the top of the world. well, happy for them. in five years, no one would give a flying fuck who they were. trapped by wealth in a diamond bubble, you are destined to become a trophy wife and a cheating banker. she was happy for those people. the a-list ruled the hallways of valkyrie academy. people had long learned that. once you're a freshman, somewhat physically pleasing, and have the buck, you can have an audition to make it. others salivate after you. most cower at your feet. the rest just don't care. they've accepted the fact that pretending to blend in is what works for them. hey, if that works, go with it. it's only in those vomit-inducing teen flicks where popular boy jock sees nobody girl, realizes she's amazing, she doesn't give him time of day, he proves he has brain, he rebels against his friends, they fuck off happily ever after. these people, the "c-listers", pretend they don't want any part of this. but when someone who apparently matters says something to them, they're suddenly doing everything to get noticed. hayden had heard the rumour of tommy and cat rose playing strip poker in some classroom during school hours. she wouldn't have done that with anyone else. huh, new blogging material. okay, so, that all sounds hypocritical. people pretend not to care, but they actually do. because, at this stupid school, if you actually prove that you don't care, you're about as invisible as daphne hayes. more than anyone, hayden related. very few students didn't know her name. she was, at present, one of valkyrie academy's most infamous students. she had taken the role of weird new kid and turned the heat up to eleven. her stupid little blog got more attention the meaner she was. the more people read, the meaner they were to her. she blogged meaner. she started to really hate these people. it's one damn vicious circle. oh, don't even go starting that she brought all of this de-socialized business upon herself. duh. she knew more than anyone else that it was her fault. it was knowing that fact which lead to the original thought here: school isn't as painful as people think it is. she'd long grown used to people mocking her. a lunchour would be rendered useless if at least one person didn't approach her and call her out on...whatever in front of half the student body. she grew bored by days passing as some invisible nobody. the cynical part of her mind enjoyed being one of few school freaks. she got say whatever the hell she wanted to whoever the hell she wanted, and typically got away with it. the faculty had long learned to ignore pleas from whoever about the troubled hadley girl. detentions and suspensions rolled off her like water on a duck. she didn't need this stupid school anymore than it needed her. feeling's mutual, then, captain. these days, she was happiest left alone. sitting in the back of the classroom, ignored. sitting in the courtyard, ignored. it make the daylight hours that much more enjoyable if no one attempted to mess with her. meaningless bitch fits from sophomores not included. she was sick and fucking tired of the yoyo game she was playing with amber and alex. one day, amber was as in the dark and pissed as she was. the next, the dream team was back together. you know what? she didn't care anymore. at one time, hayden had been happy as hell to actually have friends in this education-front asylum. she could hate the world, and still have friends like everyone else. yay! but then she grew to realize that, like everyone else, her own friends were wastes of oxygen. just because you pretend not to be interested in getting on scandal star doesn't make you any different from the people she blasted on a daily basis. she was better off by herself. a social life came in the form of parties down in the shaks. you know, the part of town where no one gives a fuck who you are? as long as you can get wasted, it doesn't matter. she could be alone while surrounded by people. you see, once you accepted that your current situation is like stale toast, things become a whole lot easier. she didn't feel compelled to try anymore. she accepted the fact that people were wastes. she didn't bother hanging on to the aftermath. she was a hell of a lot more satisfied that way. no more paying attention to rumours about her. no more pretending to care about other people. things were simpler if she just did them herself. she didn't have to put on some concerned friend!face anymore. you can only go so long consoling a friend's problems without knowing what the hell they are. stretch it too thin, and you end in up the wastebasket to be burned by the potheads just as quickly as the rest of them. congratulations. well, she assumed they were lighting garbage on fire. she wasn't actually there to witness the - gasp - catastrophic event. that's what usually happened at the end of the day. she was busy skipping on the end of the day. with her new introduction to the world of actual rebellion, school wasn't painful. give up on trying to impress anyone, don't linger on anything, and skip a few classes - your high school experience will be a whole lot more enjoyable. why did the football players and their fuck-dolls get to practice during school hours, anyway? didn't they have to actually be in class to not fail it? teachers gave the wanna-be a-listers passes because athletics are apparently more important than learning the periodic table. maybe she should join the marching band. continuing to half-watch the practices, hayden tilted her head to the side at suri's words. she had never paid much attention to football players. judging from a distant, her analysis wasn't too far off. "sexual favours to one another to stay on the team. haven't heard that one before," chuckling darkly, hayden continued to watch. "they must just be fucking one another. the cheerleaders could give them specialized tutoring." she had never bothered to really watch this level of social hell before. maybe she should. the brainless vibes were impossible to ignore. the same crooked smirk on her face, she blew another sigh. everyday, she was reminded how stupid some human beings really are. "hayden, right? the grew rainbow chick?" looking over her shoulder at suri, she let her red sunglasses slide down her nose. looking at her over the dark lenses with raised eyebrows, hayden nodded. "yeah," she spoke softly as she turned to look across the field again. "suri. seventeen. junior. social leper. how am i doing?"[/font][/size][/blockquote] ----------------------------------------------------------- STATUS, complete.
TAGGED, suri !
LENGTH, 1424 words.
ATTIRE, school uniform + boots, jacket.
NOTES, late ! i hate this post.
CREDITS, format and graphics to me.
lyrics to shinedown - "cyanide sweet tooth suicide"
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