OPEN - - - i'm not here for your entertainment.

[jaylin eileen bishop.]

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CAUSE I'LL DOSE OFF SAFE AND SOUNDLY
BUT I'LL MISS YOUR ARMS AROUND ME, I'LL SEND A POSTCARD TO YOU DEAR

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Jaylin was never one to run around alone. She was always following someone or was always with someone who was willing to have her around most of the day like her 'brother' Abel. He was always there for her and one of the very few friends that she had made here in Desolation Row. Sometimes she would think of her older sister who was away in England and even her parents. They were ashamed of her now, using her knowledge and high IQ to get her here, in the middle of nowhere. She sighed heavily as she flipped through a magazine that was in front of her blue eyes. This place was a prison of sorts, but they did have their luxuries. Of course, Jaylin was forbidden to get near a computer again. She missed it terribly. The great things she could do with a few simple codes. A bracket here, a few numbers there and a crashing computer across the street. It was music to her ears. She was now deaf to the music that played around her.

She flipped another page. Another pretty girl in high heels and a skirt so short you could see everything. Jay shook her head and wondered why women would go to such a level to degrade themselves publicly. I mean, a prostitute was a step up from what these girls were doing. At least a prostitute kept her life on the streets and out of the tabloids for the most part. Even though Jaylin had a genius level IQ, there were still some things that she didn't understand. Biting her bottom lip, she flipped again, looking at a boy who's muscles were the size of her head. It was utterly repulsive and made the young blond cringe. There was nothing sexy about that to be completely honest. Jaylin liked boys who were thin, tall and wore tight jeans. To her, that was attractive. She loved the bad boys. It was just something that she loved. She couldn't help it.

As she sat on the comfortable queen sized bed she started thinking about her home life. About her cousin Ryeland. He was about nineteen now, and was around this place somewhere. She was afraid to walk pass him in the halls, scared that he would break into her room at night and recreate that frightful night she had to endure two years ago. When she was thirteen years old, she was raped by her drunk cousin and uncle. He was seventeen at the time and immature. As the thought of her cousin thrusting in and out of her, laughing at her screams of pain and terror entered her mind, her breathing started to quicken. Not out of pleasure but out of fear, sadness. She wanted this memory to be erased from her mind. The one thing that she was not able to do. Erase memories. She was able to erase bits of information from her memory but not the memories themselves. It was terrible.

She closed her eyes tight and tried to rid her mind of the terrible thought. Shaking her head a few times, Jaylin opened her watery blue eyes and closed the magazine with unintentional force, ripping the cover page off completely. Crap! She shouted and wiped the tears from her eyes and cheeks. She couldn't be seen crying right now. People might think that she was crying over ripping the stupid magazine. She sighed, threw the glossy book over to one of the corners and layed back onto the bed. It was hard, something was under it but she was too lazy to move it. Her petite body only covered the first half of the bed and when you looked at first glance, you would think that she was a dwarf or something. She didn't care. This made it easier to follow people around and pretend to be five. She smiled at this thought. She wished her friend Abel was around. Even though he was somber and fucked, he still knew what to say to make Jay happy. He was like her older brother and she loved him in that way.

Her ears perked up when she heard someone walk right into her room without knocking. This caused her to turn her head and stare at the person who had so rudely intruded on her time. A little glare was apparent on her pale face, her blue eyes slightly squinting. Can I help you? She asked cocking an eyebrow at the person.

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STATUS: complete
TAGGED: open
WORDS: seven five one
LYRICS: vanilla twilight;owl city
CREDIT: RETRO GLAMOUR ! @ CAUTION 2.0

[abel von zimmerman.]

abel von zimmerman
you'll be the corpse and i'll be the killer
'll be the devil, and you'll be the sinner
you'll be the drugs, and i'll be the dealer

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__&& , his foot steps moved in unison as he walked down the hallway from the library. A shocking place which had shockingly new items, and volumes of dictionaries from the last time shipments came in. He smiled softly holding a dinosaur book, and a couple computer books. A gift- for his little "sister" Miss Jaylin. Hew chuckled, remembering last night's bad trip in the music room- and this morning in the kitchen. He shook his head, and relaxed a little bit; wishing he had killed someone before coming- but for Abel killing wasn't that often that it came repetitively, it just fit his moods. He whistled a tune and closed his eyes as his feet moved him out of memory to Jaylin's room, and he knew it would only take about 5 minuets to get there, something so simple- walking. It was out of muscle memory that he knew how to do it, his lips twitched a little bit as he thought about muscle memory and how it worked. Hacking was fun- its actually what had bought his fare to Paris, where he had studied abroad. He sighed, his whistling stopping abruptly as he approached Jaylin's room; he stopped outside the door, standing there silently- somehow checking to see if it was OK to enter.

__&& Abel heard the silent sobs and the soft rip of a page out of some kind of book. Closing his eyes slowly- he held his breath and counted to 20 before she noticed him in the door way, glaring at him slightly her vocals a little colder than usual- what was she thinking about he wondered silently to himself as he stepped into the light- raising his hands as if to surrender. its just me little miss; only me... he said, still holding the books that they couldn't find earlier- so he went to the library after his excursion this morning and found them. he sighed, walking in without invitation his bright blue eyes relaxed as he set the pile of books down on the other side of the queen mattress. pardon the intrusion.. i found the books we were looking for earlier. he said while nodding to the books on the bed, standing straight upward his features softened and graceful as he looked down upon the female- hoping she was OK. But there was no proof that she was nor wasn't. He sighed and rubbed his temple- a small piece of cloth wrapped around his left palm where he had bitten himself with- blood still soaking the cloth- due to the fact that he has to move his hand. He looked down, not sitting on the bed- because he honestly though it improper- she was quite a bit younger than himself; though he had raped girls younger than herself- by many years. Stripping them of the very nature they were loved for. He smiled softly removing the thoughts from his mind, looking at her almost sadly. you ok, little miss?. he stood there, still looking at her- wondering what was happening inside her head....

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__&& tags; for Jaylin! (:
__&& count; 650-ish words
__&& music; itunes on shuffle.
__&& notes; can we say suckish, and overly short- sorry >>"