Keep My Casket Closed [Open]

[tiraynan lynn swain.]

T!raynan Swa!n

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! Some kids at this place were really stupid. I mean, they lacked common sense entirely, something no one should really be lacking in. Then again, it wasn't too shocking, what with half of these kids being murderous 'tards and druggies like she was. Others, well, all they thought about was sex and then the remaining just didn't belong here. Like her.
It was an accident. I mean, sure, drugs is a crime and all, since she was after all, dealing meth and heroine, but hey, it was for money. If that damned judge just listened to her when she said that she was raising money to get help, she wouldn't be here. She would be with a therapist, quitting cold turkey from drugs and helping to cure the depression that still hadn't quite left her behind. She'd return to that old Tiraynan that was once inside of her. The one who swore to never do drugs, to never take people's threats seriously, and to go to an art school and get a degree.
That wasn't going to happen now. Her dreams were flushed down the damned toilet, all thanks to her. No, it wasn't her fault. It was her stepmother's fault. If that bitch hadn't been so demanding, so selfish, so stupid, then Ray wouldn't have become depressed and resorted to drugs. She wouldn't be here.
Lea was dead now, though. I guess that was a good thing. All thoughts of the bitch at home, laughing about the step daughter she once had, now locked up at this mansion with nothing, was gone. The too young blonde was in hell now. If there even was such a thing.

! Tiraynan sniffed, but held back all the tears that had been stinging her eyes for the past hour and a half. She wasn't going to cry. Not here. Others would notice, notice how weak she was. And who knows what would happen then. Those stupid fuck-heads would probably rape her and the others, well, they just wouldn't want her here. No, she had to keep her tough girl approach. But it was so damn hard. Especially now. All her thoughts were making her dizzy, and her stupid conscience, that thing that never shut up, was yelling at her. Telling her she was stupid for everything she had done. Reminding her of the things that could have happened but never did.
Remember that art school? Y'know, RISD. Remember how hard you were working just to get in there? Remember your dreams. Well, stupid, look at what happened. What happened to that common sense you had? Flushed down the drain with your dreams? Smart. Yeah, real smart. Damn pot-head.
"Shut up." She muttered under her breath, stumbling a little as she walked outside. She needed to get away from here, where no one could find her. A place to calm down.

! Ray was rather good at finding hiding places. Even as a kid, she would find the best hiding places for hide-n-seek and no one could ever find her. I guess it helped that she was skinny, though she was tall, curling up in a tight ball really wasn't that challenging. It was actually comfortable. And crouching for a long period of time wasn't that painful, either. It all came in handy, especially now, when she needed to get away from it all. The mansion itself probably had some great hiding spots, but honestly, other people would find her pretty quickly. What with this place being pretty well inhabited. No, she needed to find a place outside.
Okay, so nowhere by the fence, considering it was electrical and evil. And the cemetery was better for night time. Well, even then there would probably be a bunch of weirdos over there. The only place Ray could think of, considering it was right next to her, was the outhouse.
Quickly looking around for anyone else, she stumbled inside, tripping over a bag of seeds and falling to the wooden floor with a loud thunk!
"Ow, fuck." She grumbled, pushing herself up so she was on her hands and knees. She made sure to kick the bag angrily, sniffing again. There was a nice, dark corner nearby that looked rather inviting, even with the cobwebs near it and the dead bugs. Personally, Ray loved spiders, but the dead bugs were a little...unwelcoming.
Oh well, what did it matter. The teen plunked herself in the corner, lifted her knees up, and buried her face into her arms that crossed on her knees.
God, you really are pathetic. No wonder why you ended up here. Her conscience muttered.
"Shut up, leave me alone." You'd think she was a schizo, when she really wasn't. Her conscience just seemed to have a mind of its own sometimes. It loved to bring her down.
"Y'know that I can't do that. You're the one who thinks this crap. I'm just reminding you about it." It continued, making her flinch a little. Well, she flinched enough to the point where she hit her head on a shelf beside her head.
"Ow," She whispered, squeezing her eyes shut and rubbing her head. A few tears slipped down her cheeks and she grumbled a little. Stupid shelf. Stupid drugs. Stupid her. Stupid conscience. Stupid Lea.
The only thing Ray could do know, was cry.

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[frank anthony trent.]

frank wasnt exactly the one to sit around and do nothing, but he didnt exactly go on extravagant adventures either. ever since he arrived at this place as one of the first dropped off, he took on a new knack for hunting and exploring. he would go out during the nights and take a look around the place, try to find a way out, and basically tucker himself out. he especially took to exploring when he was withdrawing from alcohol or drugs. they werent easy to come across in a place like this where basically everyone was on them. often he would just collapse on one of his adventures and shake so bad he couldnt move until it subsided or he passed out from the pain.

unfortunatly, he had a choice to make to make in this place since he couldnt find a way out, though he never stopped looking. he had to kill the ones that were weak and taking up the food and supplies before they all died. everyone dying simply wasnt an option, so he chose his victims carefully. he didnt like killing people and it weighted heavy on him in the night hours when all was said and done, but he had to do what he had to do. what other choice did they have? they were set up in this place like a bunch of animals, and it was hard not to behave like one. being confined from the rest of the real world got to people. this wasnt paradise afterall, this was hell. not every one could survive at the same time. the crops werent exactly numerous, and they werent the smartest of kids. they had everyone from thirteen year olds to people in their twenties, yet none of them could do a damn thing. they simply werent equipped for this. high school never taught you this stuff, and none of them had to survive completely on their own. there was always a source of something somewhere, whether it was drugs, food, shelter, or water. anything would do in their situation, but here they had nothing.

he figured that this was what the government had in mind all along. it was a little game, an experiment, if you will. they used this operation to see how dysfunctional teens would function in a dysfunctional society. quite a prospect, wasnt it? it was curious to see who would live and die, but he wasnt looking forward to how it all turned out. they started with many, and would end with few. this was, quite in part, to himself. he killed so many in this place that he lost count. it seemed that he would have to become a different person when he did so because otherwise it would tear him apart. he couldnt always surpress the emotions though. one thing he hated more then anything was he hated burying the bodies. there was something about putting a man six feet under after you killed them that turned his stomach. when people werent looking he would throw up, and even sob once in a while, but they were rare occasion. there were so many unmarked graves that it was almost sickening to him, but he just tended to try and keep away from that place.

tonight though, he was doing alright for himself. he had found a little alcohol, enough to keep the withdrawl at bay, and he used it before he went on a walk. frank wasnt that tall- infact, for a male he was quite short. he stood at a mere five feet seven inches, but it worked to his advantage sometimes with sneaking up on people. with a knife in his backpocket, he began exploring the same grounds he walked every night. many times he would find himself just going through the motions. perhaps it was just to keep him somewhat sane, he wasnt sure. basically everyone was asleep right now, yet here he was, awake as always. he heard a noise and moved deeper into the bushes, lurking like a wild cat.

he recognized the person almost instantly, even in the dark there was no mistaking her. tiraynan swain was one of his best friends in here and from the first day they met, they clicked instantly. it was a hard find in this place, but somehow he felt he could trust her and he connected with her. it was dangerous here, but he was pretty sure he could trust her. there was just something about her that reminded him of someone- maybe it was himself. he was also a different guy around her then he was around everyone else. his true self came out- something no one was ever allowed to see.

frankie, which only he allowed her to call him thus far in this place, followed her into the outhouse, unseen. he lurked in the shadows and watched her hide, interested in why she was here. he couldn't help but have a little fun though. it was hard to find a fun time- or a funny joke in this place. he started making animal noises, and scratched and hit at the wall, trying to make her good and scared. when he was finally convinced that she was, the italian man decided to make his move. "rawr!" he growled playfully and pounced her in the small space, knocking her over and laying on top of her, laughing hard.

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[tiraynan lynn swain.]

T!raynan Swa!n

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! Tiraynan sniffed some more, wiping her eyes carefully so as not to smear her eyeliner. Not that it mattered, anyways. It was dark out, no one would see her, besides, not many people paid much attention to her. That was fine with her, really. She was the kind of person who liked to be alone in a quiet place. Often times, when in a big group, she'd disclude herself or make herself the third wheel on purpose. Of course, that didn't mean the oung teen didn't like spending time with others. Sometimes the need to be with other people jumped up.
Tonight was one of those nights where she really needed someone. Namely her brother, Tyran. Though he was off at college, working is ass off to try and find a way to get Ray the hell out of here. Not that it would do much good. The government seemed pretty intent on keeping these kids in here. They probably wouldn't believe for one seconds that one of them needed to be let loose into the world again.

! Tiraynan had her own opinions on this whole issue, but she wasn't one to share it with others. She often thought she had a valid point on the whole topic, but, she figured, her opinion wouldn't matter much at all. It was all really stupid really, that they were dragged off here. What about all those older people who committed crimes? Were they just going to be kept in jail forever instead of forced into their own mansion-like place, surrounded by an electric fence? It seemed almost prejudiced in a way. While those guys could usually get bailed out, the kids here ranging from too-early teens to twenties, couldn't get out at all. If there was some way to break out a few of the kids and possibly get them the help they wanted, nothing bad would happen.

! In all reality, the government seemed a little....stupid. Trying to get rid of dangerous teenagers or druggies, even throwing in the framed that were too quiet to speak up for themselves. Or if they did, no one seemed to hear them. Throwing them all here wasn't going to do much to the world. There was always going to be that murderer, that drug dealer. There was always going to be some sort of evil out there, because really, having too many goody two-shoes made the world one being boring piece of shit. What, was the government going to keep throwing in fucked up teens to this ragged, out-of-order place? It really wasn't going to teach anyone anything, just that this world really is as fucked up as everyone says.
All these thoughts were making Ray a little dizzy, and she shook her head a little to clear them off. Why waste her time thinking about crap like this, when it wasn't going to change anything? They were stuck here. For good. There wasn't much they could do but try and live on as fucked up teenagers in a fucked up place. Most of the kids here would end up being too lazy to do much crap to keep anyone alive. And the rest would go off on murderous rampages for no apparent reason at one point, killing practically everyone off before they realized what it was they were doing. This place was more dangerous than anyone thought, and keeping away from everyone, was pretty much the best idea at this point.

! Tiraynan sighed from where she sat, suddenly a lot more calm than she had been before. She rested the back of her head on the wooded wall, rubbing the side of it where she had hit her head earlier on the shelf. There was a small bump. Great.
Just then, she heard a noise. No, noises. It sounded like some animal scratching and hitting the wall. In all honesty, Ray was a little freaked out. Though why should she be afraid of an animal? But then she thought, what if it wasn't an animal? Maybe it was one of those murderous teens pretending to be an animal so they could scare her, jump out, and kill her? Her eyes went wide at the thought, and she squeezed her legs to her chest even tighter, hoping the person would think no one was here and just go away. She realized her breathing rate was abnormally high. And if she hadn't noticed and calmed herself down, she would've probably passed out.

! A second later, a loud rawr! and the feeling of being pushed down by someone, made her cry out in both shock and fear, Her eyes squeezed shut as her back landed on the ground, someone laying on top of her. She waited for the pain, for some sort of knife that was going to be driven into her stomach or a shovel that would hit her in the face, but all she heard was laughter. Laughter that sounded oddly familiar.
"Frankie! You shithead! You scared the living fuck out of me!" Ray called out angrily, though in all honesty, she wasn't too mad at him. She couldn't be mad at her best friend, it was a hard thing to do.
Frankie was probably one of her only good friends here. One that she most certainly could trust. While he may have been one of those teens who killed people before he ended up here, she knew for a fact that he wouldn't dare hurt her. Maybe other people, but, not her. He was probably one of the only people here whom she could actually talk to without feeling like a freak, an annoying bitch, or like some sort of depressed 'tard. She couldn't lie to him, like she could to most people. It was just to damn impossible. "Man, did you gain some pounds?" She exclaimed, suddenly feeling the full effect of his weight. Of course, she was only joking, he was far from one of those fatty losers. "Have you been eating cookies again?!" A fake-mad face crossed Ray's face, but she smiled a second later, unable to keep the serious look on.

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[frank anthony trent.]

now, frank was well known for playing with his prey when he was high in the past, but this was not one of those moments at all. first of all, he wasnt going to kill his best friend. duh, that was a given. since he came here, he wasnt much for play at all, except for a rare moment with ray. when he killed people here, he was more of a straight down to business guy. he'd shoot them in the head, or stab them in the chest, and got it over quick and easy. it was no use making himself, nor the others, suffer. this wasnt his intent. he wasnt as cruel as some of the rest of his gang, no. he enjoyed the simple things in like like- alcohol and drugs! killing was never on that list.

even the most sweet revenge ever to mankind wasnt exactly... pleasurable. his father was possibly the worst human being to him ever on the face of the planet- he was cruel and unusual. who would point a gun at their own child's head? his father would. he's been raped, nearly killed, had broken bones- and nearly anything else imaginable happen to him because of his father. the night the he finally pulled the trigger, he spent puking his guts out until he drank and dosed the pain away. he nearly overdosed until something told him with whatever little brain he had left to get the fuck out of there. he couldnt be caught for doing this. he knew, as a catholic, he was going to hell- if god even existed for him anymore. he didnt deserve heaven, he should have just let himself take the punishment.

he had to push those thoughts from his mind though. if he hadnt met ray, he probably would have just shot himself in the head and gotten himself out of this place for good. all he ever wanted to do his entire life was die, but somehow it was always intercepted. perhaps deep down he was just scared to die. the thought seemed so delicious though. he just wanted all the pain and all the sorrow he had held within him his entire life to stop. it didnt seem as if that was going to happen just yet. now, he had a job to do. he had to ensure that some of the people in this place do survive. this wasnt going to turn into a mass suicide and homocide on his watch. it wasnt how it worked. he knew who he wanted to have live and he would protect them at all costs. ray was pretty much number one on his list.

however, in this moment frankie couldnt stop laughing his ass off as he laid on top of her. it was a genuine, happy laugh, one that wasnt heard often in a place such as this. he buried his head in her neck, trying to muffle the sounds of his near hysterics. he was pretty proud of himself, he had to admit. "paura gatto! paura gatto!" he spoke in a sing songy voice, his italian accent showing through. scaredy cat! scaredy cat! he was mocking her, yes, but it was all in good fun. he caught his breath and just laid there for a moment on top of her, relishing in the close contact. usually he liked to stay away from people, but once in a while, hugs- or laying on people- was always nice.

he chuckled when she asked if he had gained weight. he knew it was a joke because he was definitely on the smaller side of the male spectrum, and was pretty much the size of a girl in ome aspects. he was just buffer and had way more tattoos then the average lady. "oh yeah, i'm chock full of biscotti, bachlavia, and pumpkin pie- cause thats in abundance in this place." he said joking in a sarcastic manner before moving off of her. he laid next to her on his back and adjusted the gun that sat in the waistband of his pants so he could be more comfortable. "you okay?" he asked as he looked over at her, his italian voice more soothing and serious. his eyes peered into hers in friendly concern and he gave a sad smile, wiping a stray trail of her eyeliner away from earlier.

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[tiraynan lynn swain.]

T!raynan Swa!n

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! Even though the crap was scared out of her, Ray couldn't help but laugh with him. He was practically dying, with his face buried in her neck (which made her stomach a little tingly, but in a good way. Since she wasn't used to this kind of stuff) though Maybe that's why she joined in, because laughing was practically contagious, like yawns. Though hers was more of a muffled chuckle than an actual laugh. She wasn't used to laughing, though she remembered a time where her day was pretty much filled with it. Now, well, things had changed. Happiness wasn't in her life that often anymore
"paura gatto! paura gatto!" Okay, so maybe Tiraynan wasn't fluent in Italian or anything, but, she did pick up a few things from her brother's Spanish homework when she attempted to help him (that never really worked out, by the way. 'Gato', she remembered, meant cat, and since Italian and Spanish were a somewhat close language, she figured he had to be calling her something along the lines of a 'scaredy cat'. I mean, it fit!
That and his mocking tone said it all.
"Hey, that's not nice." She growled in a voice that resembled that of a pouty five year old with a lisp. The lisp just added dramatic effect, in her opinion.
Besides, lips were funny.

! "oh yeah, i'm chock full of biscotti, bachlavia, and pumpkin pie- cause that's in abundance in this place." He replied back to her witty comment on his weight. His sarcastic-ness made her giggle a little.
"I knew it." Ray exclaimed, grinning widely as if she had jut found out his deepest darkest secret. and was going to go and tell the world about it. Though, in reality, she'd never do that. It was rude, for one, and best friends don't do that. It's The Code; if you want to make it sound all creepy and serious.
He rolled off her then, laying on his back and looking at her.
"you okay?" Ray sighed, and once he had finished wiping a trail of eyeliner off her face, a sad smile on, she looked away from him.
"Yeah," She lied. "I'm fine." Ray was often a pretty bad liar, especially to Frankie, but she wasn't one to tell everyone her problems. Sure, it would make her feel a little better, but, she just had issues explaining to others what she was going through, even if they understood.

! Ray turned to look at him again a few seconds later, nibbling on her lower lip, a habit she had developed some time ago. Of course she wasn't okay, but, she wasn't going to share why or what. Having to explain all that had happened, how stupid she was, and everything else in between was both painful and tiring.
"Ah shit," She said suddenly, propping herself on her elbows and wiping her lips with one hand. "I made myself bleed again." Sometimes her biting-the-lip habit went a little too far. And without even really feeling much pain, since she was used to it, she'd often cut her lip and make it bleed. It wasn't much of a shock this days, since it had been happening quite often. Instead of cutting herself, she nibbled on her lower lip so much that it bleed, if you wanted to put it in that term. Though, in all honesty, Ray wasn't one to do this shit on purpose, it just happened. And she most certainly wasn't the kind to slit her wrists or anything, she actually thought that was a pretty stupid thing to do, really. "I hate it when this happens" She growled, using her sweater sleeve to wipe the blood off. Good thing it was a black sweater.

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Thoughts ; Me too....mine's shorter this time. Less babbling. lmao >D

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[frank anthony trent.]

a grin came across his face when she said he wasnt being nice and he couldnt help but laugh still. "duh, im not a nice person." he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. you wouldnt expect a killer to be the nicest person in the world anyway, unless he was a conman. some murderers were, and some werent. even if they were con-men, deep down you could usually tell they werent nice people because they would be overly nice. there always needed to be a fine line and they never seemed to find one. it was one extreme or another. very few humans had actually mastered the art of believabiliy in such manners, and he wasnt one of them. he couldnt act like any particular emotion, he could just block them all out.

he couldnt help the big smile that came from her giggling when she thought she had guessed right about him. in truth, he hadnt been eating all that much here, less then the others, and he probably lost more weight then he gained. he noticed that from the new notch he had to hook on his belt to keep his jeans from falling off his hips. he didnt feel much like eating here. there was either slop being fed, or moldy morsels, and he didnt want to take what was left of the fruits and veggies. nothing grew outhere but sorrow and misery. why try? soon they would all die, he was sure. it was just a matter of time. "maybe i'll share with you, but shhhh.." he muttered, putting his finger to her lips and looking around as if they found the biggest drug source ever.

when she said she was fine, he was sure she was lying. he could see it in her eyes. he just didnt know how to confront her about it though. he was never good with that sort of thing. he never had anyone to show him how to be. all he had was movies and books and shit like that never happened in real life. he moved closer to her and kissed her head gently, an expression he didnt often use though his italian counterparts passed them around like cookies at a dinner party. "im here, whenever you need me. i'll be here for you." he said quietly and pushed the hair from her face. "if you need to talk about anything... my english may not always be perfect, but my listening ears are magic." he said, his italian accent thick as he spoke. "la mia ragazza bella." he muttered, cupping her face before turning back to the ceiling and falling on himself and silence again.

he sat up when her lip bled, and he took a closer look. "its not bad." he said gently as he looked at it. their faces were close in the dark, and he shifted his gaze from her lip to her eyes. frank cupped her cheek tenderly and looked back to her lips, closer, ever so closer, but he stopped before their was contact. he was just relishing in the close contact, the near kiss was heart stopping, but he didnt think he would go any further, not with her.

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[tiraynan lynn swain.]

T!raynan Swa!n

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! "duh, im not a nice person." He said, making her giggle yet again.
"Well, I can see that." Ray joked, her grin widening. There were a lot of people who weren't nice that roamed here, even to her, but at least Frankie wasn't one of those guys. I mean, he wasn't mean to her, maybe to some other people, but not her. Really, that was all that mattered. Then there were some of the overly-nice people, mainly those Framed, they were rather annoying, to be honest. At least Ray wasn't mean or overly nice, she was just quiet. Of course, she got mad quite a bit, but she usually kept it bottled up, something she knew she shouldn't do, but did anyway. Taking it out on some of these idiots was both a waste of time and just slightly dangerous. She wasn't quite in the mood to get in a fight or murdered, just because she lost her temper.
"maybe i'll share with you, but shhhh.." He replied, after her remark on his little food issue, if you wanna call it that. Ray had to stifle another giggle when he put his finger on her lips and looked around. In reality, she knew the limited food source here, and that a lot of people weren't going to do shit about it but keep stuffing their mouths until it was all gone. Then they'd probably get angry and blame it on other people, forcing them to do something about the issue. It was only common sense.

! Tiraynan knew for a fact that after her comment on how she was 'fine', that Frankie wasn't going to believe her. She was a terrible liar after all, and besides, it was probably pretty obvious that she wasn't okay. When he moved closer, she figured he was going to lecture her on how she wasn't 'fine' and all that shit, like everyone else gave her. Though, really, she knew he wouldn't ever do that, but, she always was the kind that judged.
Instead, she felt him kiss her head, something she knew he didn't often, but she merely shrugged it off mentally.
"im here, whenever you need me. i'll be here for you." She nodded a little, him brushing hair out of her face which brought back those tingles in her stomach. It didn't mean anything, she didn't think, but, the only boy who ever did touch her was her brother, and that was always in a brother-sister manner. She wasn't used to this. It wasn't a bad thing, just made her stomach a little more....excited.
"if you need to talk about anything... my english may not always be perfect, but my listening ears are magic." A sad half-smile crossed her face then, and she nodded slightly, looking away from him until she felt one of his hands cup her cheek. He said something in Italian, most definitely something she couldn't understand, now, and laid back down.
"Thanks," She said softly, looking back up to the ceiling.

! When her lip started bleeding and frustration bubbled up inside her because she had yet again done something stupid, Frankie sat up and inspected it
"its not bad." He was close to her, she noticed. Even in the dark, she could still see a faint outline of him, and feel him. She always did have the better vision in the family, especially in dark areas. It came in handy.
Once again, his hand cupped her cheek and she noticed how much closer they were getting. Her breath caught in her throat and she merely waited, not sure what to do. He brain was scrambling for some sort of action to take, but it pretty much gave up in a dying heap and left her looking confused and a little scared. Ray hadn't ever kissed a boy, she hadn't ever been this close to a boy either. And her brother didn't count. He was a sibling, nothing more, nothing less.
Then she noticed he stopped, and once again, she still didn't have any idea what to do. Instead, when her brain had regained itself only a little, she cleared her throat a little, though she kinda had to in reality. Having allergies and nasty mucus trapped in her throat at times, just got kind of old. But she noticed that in books and movies, that when people cleared their throats it pretty much brought attention of whomever was in the room. Once again, it was only common sense...maybe.

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