until there's nothing left to burn ,

[Hayden Hadley]

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DECEMBER, 2007. EARLY AFTERNOON. VA COURTYARD.

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[/b][/font] she woke up, she knew what the day was going to be like. good, bad, boring - it didn't matter. she just knew. want to know why? despite the circling rumour she had magic powers ( okay, she started that herself, but still ), hayden samantha hadley did not, in fact, have magical powers. unfortunate, i know. she did, however, base her entire day off of her mood. she was independent like that. you know how, sometimes, you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? just think about it - how often do those days send you dancing underneath a rainbow? you spend the day not believing in the leprechaun who doesn't live at the end of it. see, if the average human being picked up on those little details, the way things always worked, then they could have magical powers, too. but, seeing as the average human being is about as useful as a rusty shovel, her faith didn't hold out for long. in herself, however, she had complete faith. when she woke up in a sour mood, her day was going to be sour. if she woke up not hating everybody, it was going to be a pretty damn good day. more often than not, it wasn't. but she still scored herself points for considering it. so, you could imagine her mentality when she woke up not knowing.

use your imagination.

she turned her ipod on too loudly. she opened the blinds, breathing in as the cool breeze fluttered into her shared hotel room. she flicked on the overhead lights. normal for when you're getting ready in the morning, isn't it? disgustingly normal. it's different, however, if there are too half-naked silhouettes sleeping off hangovers in the bed less than five feet from your own. call it a friendly tolerance between roommates. seriously. most mornings, hayden regarded her brother's existence, letting know whichever girl he had that night of her presence. it was an entertaining way to begin the morning. on this particualrly breezy wednesday, however, she was just inconsiderate.

she was standing in the bathroom, staring at her reflection. hollywood undead was blaring somewhere in the background. and that light wind was giving her goosebumps. she wasn't glaring into her camera lens, pissing off the rest of the world. she wasn't updating her blog, like she promised. she wasn't even listening to the growing rumbles belonging to one dallas james hadley ( he must have finally woken from his drunken slumber ). she was standing there, finishing applying her mascara. the bus she should have caught was probably pulling away from the stop right now. did she care? more like, when did she stop caring? can't remember. "hayden!" it was an angry tone, laced with the wince she knew her brother was feeling. it took a lot of energy to scream at someone when you're probably still a little drunk. calmly twisting the wand back into the black tube, the blogger tilted her head to the side, continuing to look at her appearance. she shifted her eyes ever so slightly as she watched her brother enter the bathroom behind her. a night of drinking, sex and sleeping had caused his hair to elevate all things gravity. and she assumed his shirt was balled up somewhere on her side of the room. picking a blue stud from the counter and quietly fastening it in her left ear, she continued to watch him. "do i even need to say anything this time?" his voice was considerably softer. girl of the night couldn't hear him, she assumed. again, all hayden did was arch an eyebrow at him from the mirror, securing her second earring. he looked over his shoulder, sighed, and closed the door more. fuck him. she liked that song.

now, dj was simply leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. was he honestly pouting? scoffing lightly, hayden met his gaze with her reflection. "i'm getting ready for school, dj." her husky voice was tired, less threatening. that's how she had woken up - neutral, feeling somewhat defeated. know those days? you're borderline in a bad mood, but you just don't care. she didn't feel like fighting him. not this morning. as she turned to reach for her boot, she could feel him looking at her. for real. it was rare when hayden didn't start the morning with a snarky comment, something about the blonde lying in his bed. she was dumb as a post, she would have at least pointed that out. yet, all she did was sit on the edge of the bathtub and pull her grey boots over her tights. standing up, hayden picked her leather jacket up from the floor, secured it over her willowy frame and looked up at him again. why the fuck was he still standing there? staring at her with, dare i say, concern in his eyes? she rolled her eyes. "what?" he raised his eyebrows. fuck, he was picking up his tendancies from hayden herself. and she always got what she wanted out of him by doing as such. ugh. "we've been getting along lately. i don't want to break a window over your disgusting lifestyle." another eyebrow raise. met with another eye rolled. she pushed passed him and into the main room. picking up her black messenger bag, 'nightmare before christmas' travel mug ( filled with hot coffee, loaded with sugar ), and her red sunglasses, she looked at her brother and to the blonde whore on his bed. "hey, kelly!" speaking loudly, right over the music as she picked up her ipod, she watched as the blonde senior finally sat up. "my brother is actually in a relationship right now. congratulations on being the other girl. and he's got the clap." her voice was stone cold now, that familiar nastiness ebbing its way into her words. she put her headphones into her ears, slipped her sunglasses on, and paused by the front door. "happy now?" she spoke to dj, gazing at him darkly. she should probably go catch the late-late bus now.

the late-late bus was, well, late. it never showed up. so she stopped by mellow drinks and people to refill her coffee mug, and walked the leisurely stroll down to the infamously prestigious valkyrie academy. she still didn't know why she went here. the local public school works just as well. and, needless to say, she didn't render attendance too important. ever since she started her junior year, and everything went up in flames, hayden had been exploring the little coastal town. her friendship with alex and amber, well that was fucked. gone. her best friends decided she wasn't worth it? fine. she'd been hanging out with the shak kids ever since. bon fires on the beach, cheap beer, poker - it was so easy. they didn't judge. at least, not as much. but she knew her new crowd was a bad one, with an even worse reputation. her grades weren't what they were last year, and her habit of cutting class was becoming a regular thing. looking down at her phone, it was ten fifteen. class had started almost two hours ago, and she should be sitting in us history right about now. oh well. pushing open the front door to the traditionally beautiful front building, hayden pushed her sunglasses into her recently chopped hair, and wandered down the empty hallways to the library. she'd pretend to be in study hall until lunch hour.

and she studied. sort of. the back tables of the massive library were always the best for the talk of valkyrie academy. while the majority of the students took in the gleaming floors, countless books, and everything traditional about the library, others whispered nasty insults and sex tips. sit at the end of the table in question, and you can learn everything you need to. she finally updated the grey rainbow, listing off everything she listened to during those hours. her blue eyes looked up from the screen of her cherry red laptop when the hollow bell rang. lunch hour was upon the student body. quietly raising, she waited for the sex-starved students to race to the locker room for a midday romp. the nerds who couldn't get laid never left. good enough to pretend she was in that class. carefully sliding her laptop back into her messenger bag, hayden smirked at the teacher once before escaping the dusty library.

this was never a particularly exciting time of day. whether she had been becoming a notorious addition to the shak crowd or not, she had yet to socialize with the few stragglers who attended valkyrie academy. most either skipped, or were enrolled elsewhere. the rich and bitchy were her classmates. and her name was one of the ones whispered with insult in the hallways. but you already knew that. hayden hadley was a known name; just not in a good way. she heard several vicious words as she passed through the school and toward her corner in the courtyard. expected. she'd just posted a nonchalant update on her peers. and the people she recognized as loyal followers were busy crowding around their iphones for the update. finally unzipping her jacket, putting her loosened tie on display, she slipped around any faculty members before they could comment on her untucked white shirt, wrinkled navy blue skirt, or that loosened tie. her corner was calling her. and, within ten minutes, she was giving it company. settling onto the table she claimed as her own, laptop set up once more, she breathed boredly. having no company was an everyday occurance this year, and she was quickly growing used to being something of a loner. it wasn't really that bad. she was free to say whatever she wanted, after all. toying with her plastic fork, she watched the pretty and the blonde crowding around the center of the courtyard. "kelly! did you remember to get tested? my brother never tells his girls these things..." she spoke at a high volume, over the general buzz of the social hour, and for much of her peers to hear. the blonde ditz from this morning, kelly something. "but it's the clap! chlamydia. treat it before it's too late." snickers all around, soon followed by the scathing looks of the other cheerleading people.

see? not so bad. sometimes, deep down, she did miss sharing her insulting tirades with...anyone.[/size]

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STATUS, complete.
TAGGED, seriah !
LENGTH, 1774 words.
ATTIRE, school uniform + boots, jacket, black tights.
NOTES, woah, long. excited!<3
CREDITS, format and graphics to me.
lyrics to bring me the horizon - "chelsea smile"

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[Seriah Worthington]

*`This december morning was none other than a bad december morning. it wasn't a rare occurence though, not for seriah faye worthington. on top of her always-in-a-bad-mood style, it was still a bit chilly outside from the snowstorm, though all the snow was gone. seriah hated snow. or at least that is what seriah had been telling herself since she saw that cursed weather report before the storm had actually hit. it wasn't exactly that seriah had a passionate loathing to snow, it was that she had a passionate loathing towards new york city. she'd been quite excited, believe it or not, to finally experience a snowless, warm-ish winter. california was introducing all sorts of new things into her miserable little life, that was slowly improving, and the weather was one thing she highly appreciated. the year round warmth? the sun? it was all so appealing when put in words, in bribes, but of course, that wasn't the way this winter was going. whatever that higher power out there was, or if karma or something governed the lives of humanity, anything, all seriah knew was that it hated her. the first summer she'd been in the golden state, and it turned to ice. god, was anything ever going to go right in her life? of course that was overexaggerating a bit, considering she did end up moving here in the first place, but other than her family life, nothing was getting much better. her life was nothing like those movies girls dreamt about for weeks, wishing the events it showed would occur in their own lives.

*`How often was it that seriah awoke in a good mood? not often, really. though she pretended sometimes for jessica's sake. she hated seeing that worried look in her new mom's eyes, the one wondering if she was being a good enough parent. sometimes sera was pretty sure jessica saw right through her little facade, her charade of mock happiness, but it was the best she could do. after all, the girl wasn't looking to become an actress. at least she was trying, that was common courtesy enough, was it not? it would be much easier for her to just sit around and paint her abstract pictures with the dark, depressing themes to them. she could not ever go out with teddy even when she didn't want to. that would be a lot harder to deal with than trying and failing, wouldn't it? maybe one day she would start to believe the act herself. maybe one day she'd be a regular girl who didn't sit in her room alone and despise everybody around her who didn't reside in that house. and then again, maybe nothing would ever change. maybe she would always be this dark version of herself she currently upheld. some would have probably seen that as a sad though, but it wasn't, not really. seriah didn't regret who she was these days, she didn't feel the need to change. if it happened naturally over time, then great, but she wasn't going to force herself to become somebody she never had the chance to develop into. it just wasn't her style. it would be fake, and the girl wasn't into fake.

*`As always, her morning followed a pattern. she woke up earlier than everybody in the house, it was a defect in her body she couldn't overcome. then she got ready, putting on her school uniform. she sometimes felt guilty that she was going to this valkyrie academy. teddy's grandparents were paying for the tuition, and when seriah joined the family, they insisted on paying for her's as well. they wouldn't even let her try for a scholarship. there had been no point in arguing, and she'd basically gotten over the fact that they were throwing away money on the education of a girl they didn't know, but sometimes she just wanted to go to public school. that wouldn't have bothered her much, not really. it wasn't like she would be leaving behind a ton of friends. anyway, after that she had her breakfast, just eating her hundred calorie yogurt, as usual. then teddy got the keys and he drove them both to school. she kept quiet the whole ride there, and he didn't say much either. it was kind of a given that if she didn't say something first, she wasn't in the mood for chit chat. so he pulled into the student parking lot, got out, locked the door after she got out with her stuff too, locked it, and waved a goodbye before hurrying off to class. seriah took her time getting to class, and ended up late to her homeroom. it was only about five minutes late, but the teacher was a bitch and made a scene out of it. seriah had stare at the woman with a blank expression until she finished, and then went on with her day. the first few periods dragged on and on. and then came the class before lunch and she decided to fuck it and ditch. seriah walked right off campus and to the nearest mcdonalds, which was only just around the corner. she picked up some fries and a drink, loitered, and then made her way back to the school. surprising, nobody even seemed to notice.

*`Upon return, she could hear the lunch bell ring and it was like meerkats scattering across campus like a hyena had attacked. it really wasn't a bad comparison, these high school kids were basically like animals. there was a food chain, like in the animal kingdom, and the boys claimed girls as their territory, the girls ate each other alive and dug claws into the backs of each other. it was all very african-esque in seriah's opinion, and if it weren't for the fact that all these fonies disgusted her, she'd probably find it as amusing as comedy television. she wandered through the courtyard, wondering where to sit today. she never had an exact location, and she didn't often sit with anybody else, so it was like a new adventure through the safari every day. and then she heard a girl named kelly being called out in front of all her friends by hayden hadley. seriah couldn't help but smirk sarcastically at the ditzy looking blonde. she'd never been much of a kelly fan herself. seriah walked on past her, shoulder checking her slightly on her way, "whoops," she said with mock sympathy, and strolled over to where hayden hadley took her domain.

*`Seriah didn't know hayden all too well, but she already knew one thing: she liked her. the girl didn't seem to be very popular, at least not in the classical sense, around school from what seriah heard people say. basically they hated hayden for being honest. at least that was what she'd picked up so far since she'd lived in valkyrie. hayden was the crazy witch blogger girl who had voodoo dolls of everybody in school. rumors were crazy. the willowy, model material, girl stopped at hayden's table and sat down with her eyebrows raised. she could feel the holes burning in her back from the stares the evil ones as she sometimes referred to them were giving her. "afternoon, hadley,"

[/b] the girl said comfortably. hayden didn't scare her, so even with them only being acquaintences she felt comfortable enough to just sit down, "who's next on your list of victims to be plagued by your evil powers?" she was partly amused, partly sarcastic, and partly serious.
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T A G G E D :: hera !
S T A T U S :: complete !
N O T E S :: yay !
O U T F I T :: school uniform + leg warmers + boots !
L Y R I C S :: anything but ordinary - avril lavigne !
C R E D I T :: me with inspiration from v-siders !

[Hayden Hadley]

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DECEMBER, 2007. EARLY AFTERNOON. VA COURTYARD.

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[/b][/font] call it outrageous. and, in a lot of ways, she was right. it was outrageous. ridiculous. downright wrong. she rarely exaggerated. ask anyone. except for the blonde and the stupid - they call her right out, claiming everything coming from her mouth is a severe case of overebellishment. but, really, all she did was say what was on everyone else's mind. y'know, the truth. her job as valkyrie academy's psycho blogger wasn't difficult. all she did was speak the honest, blunt truth. rumors are for scandal star.

what, might you ask, is she calling outrageous? well, everything. much of everything in valkyrie, california is outrageous. people don't buy the bmw, they buy the lamborghini. they don't wear shoes, they wear six inch stripper heels. this entire town functioned like las vegas - on people's over-everything lifestyle. responsibility, reasonability? who cares. you can have a two-for-one liposuction deal! she liked to refer to her new home as 'outrageous'. ridicoulous. downright wrong. as much as she enjoyed broadcasting valkyrie's doings to the rest of america, it was sad that she had to at all. she lived in southern california - apparent capital of diversity. no hippie from long beach is going to be hanging down in malibu. and valkyrie was the place to be. it was the place whose baseline was the dark, seedy underbelly of humanity. lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride. the sins. the seven deadly sins, actually. the entire town of valkyrie was based on those, on all things ugly. you hear of las vegas - "sin city". but that has...almost two million people. valkyrie never had, probably never would, hold a candle to that. there's a big diversity in sin city. with all the strippers, casino owners, and shameless drunks, there are lovely suburban families. and, seemingly, valkyrie only had the strippers, casino owners, and shameless drunks. tell me, in what way, is that not fucking outrageous?

part of her loved it. to live in the center of a place thriving so much on the dark side, it was a portal to all things entertaining. apart from the weird loners who do nothing but study, there was no reason to be at home on a saturday night. hayden had been quick to realize that. she liked to call everything about outrageous. ridiculous. downright wrong. and it was. everything about this town is poisonous. why do you think people never leave? despite what she called it, a big part of her loved that. she loved all things outrageous, ridiculous and especially downright wrong. life was more fun that way. it took a special kind of virgin mary to rise above all of the ugliness here. and, in recent months, what part of hayden hadley was a virgin mary? she was rebelling more than ever. sitting in the hotel room watching bad game shows lost its appeal after nine months ( it lost its appeal after about two days. but she wouldn't be telling anyone that ). what would be the point of living in the ugliest place is california if you don't explore that? unless it's for some weird sort of irony, she didn't buy the people who were 'above it all'. they all caved eventually. or became the sort of social outcast hayden had been before her turn to the fun part of the darkside. that's the part she loved.

and yes, she still found it sad. the point in which these people chose to live - well, it couldn't be healthy. did you know the primary business in valkyrie is coming out of a casino? those sixteen star hotel-casino-spa-everythingyou'lleverfuckingneed. those whirlpools is what her new home called "grade a". who needs charity? you can have casino night in one of the million nightclubs right next to the casino! it was a pathetic fact. and she would probably suffocate herself if she found herself here in twenty years, doing the same thing she was doing now, at seventeen. maybe that's why so much of the new generations lived here. anyone over forty was labelled a pathetic waste. just listen to what these academy students are calling their parents.

see, she was stuck here. until she graduated. what would be the point in denying everything about this place? three years wouldn't kill her. not right away. she was happier now, anyway. sitting around, brooding about how much everyone sucks becomes repetitive. while she had not gone into overdrive like her useless brother had, hayden was finding herself accepting the wild lifestyle many of her peers led. it was everything else she had a problem with. if you read her blog, you would know that. it still shocked her how many people didn't. condescending? probably. but it was true. and her favorite t-shirt said "the truth is everything." or something. the blonde and the stupid, and all of their followers, salivated after each new update of scandal star. because knowing where daphne hayes had breakfast will change their lives. but the blonde and the stupid are called out, individually mocked, for half a million people, and they have no idea. or they pretend they don't. more than once, the hadley girl had the theory that many of them cried until their waterproof mascara stained the sheets every night. if she were part of that species, she probably would too. but again, it was only three years of her life. last year she had, more than once, found herself booking a bus ticket to anywherebutheresville. a year later, she was having fun. the whole 'everyone hates hayden' thing was more amusing than anything. the only people who said that were the ones who were aware she publicly trashed them - and a few stragglers she couldn't bring herself to mock. everyone else either agreed, rolled their eyes, or were those weird virgin mary-studying types in cardigans and mary janes. huh. maybe she should do a special edition on them. the marthas. after every cheesy talkshow host you can name.

she found herself smirking at these thoughts. these solo breaks, they were good for pondering, for brainstorming. a few keystrokes re-opened the frontpage of the grey rainbow, her blog if you didn't already know. if you didn't know, you might want to consider clinical medication. just saying. lightly pressing the keys of her cherry laptop, her rough thoughts soon appeared on a blank 'post-it' page. she could still feel the weak daggers being pointed at her. she could also feel kelly's waterproof mascara beginning to melt. it was so fucking easy to make that girl cry. why she always went back to her brother, feeling bad about herself, hayden never knew. after three times, one would assume she would learn. she was, however, a member of both the blonde and the stupid. so who knows. hayden? she'd already moved on. "afternoon, hadley. not shifting positions, hayden continued to type. a voice with no disdain was new. she arched an eyebrow; acknowledged seriah. "who's next on your list of victims to be plagued by your evil powers? feeling her sit at her oh-so coveted table, hayden looked up, her smirk continuing to echo. "worthington." her habit of using people's last names wasn't often returned. she didn't know the girl. not well. remembered her vaguely from class, probably said hi to her between classes every now and then. she had yet to be rendered a member of the stupid. judging by her reputation ( which she knew of, obviously ), that wasn't likely. seriah didn't seem much more popular than herself. "brainstorming hour. who have i yet to cover in great detail?" amusement laced her lightly accented words, the same smirk mirroring said tone. her blue eyes watched seriah, her carefully arched eyebrows raised.[/size]

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STATUS, complete.
TAGGED, seriah !
LENGTH, 1328 words.
ATTIRE, school uniform + boots, jacket, black tights.
NOTES, messy post is messy.
CREDITS, format and graphics to me.
lyrics to bring me the horizon - "chelsea smile"

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[Seriah Worthington]

T A G G E D :: hera !
S T A T U S :: coming soon !
N O T E S :: yay !
O U T F I T :: school uniform + leg warmers + boots !
L Y R I C S :: anything but ordinary - avril lavigne !
C R E D I T :: me with inspiration from v-siders !