hello alone !

[leonardo james williams]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

in many respects, silence was golden, especially to leonardo james williams. his life was filled with silence and it was just the way he liked it, thank you very much. leonardo had lost faith in spoken words for what good could they do? words were nothing to leonardo anymore. which was one of the reasons why leonardo chose not to speak. no one really knew, though leonardo was sure some had their suspicions, that leonardo was not actually physically incapable of speech, many just presumed it was so and leonardo would not let them believe other wise. that caused too many questions he did not have the need nor wish to answer. for in fact, leonardo was perfectly able to speak, he just did not want to and so he didn't. though the disuse of his vocal chords, for he had not spoke nor uttered a single syllable for many, many years now, would no doubt make it difficult for him to speak should he ever wish to. not that leonardo ever saw that day coming... ever. it was so much easier being silent, so much more peaceful. words did nothing but ruin everything. words could and would never save you from what fate had decided, so why bother with them. at least, that was how leonardo looked at it.

there was not enough silence in this place for leonardo's liking. there were too many voices and worst of all screams. if there was one sound leonardo hated the most, it was screams. it seemed ironic almost that it was a sound that leonardo could not bare, yet he was a murderer who had tortured his victims before actually killing them. of course, he had gagged them and tried to reduce their noises as much as possible, the louder ones just being killed a tad quicker than those who were just a little quieter. noise was something a little too much, something leonardo did not like. he liked the quiet, he liked peacefulness, he liked the silence of a dark room and being all alone. at home, that had been an easy enough place to find, but here, it was like finding a needle in a haystack. however, a small hope had been given to leonardo when he stumbled across some stairs leading to the roof. that sounded that like a pretty quiet place, as long as the people below were not making too much racket.

and that was where leonardo could be found, on the roof, in the peace and quiet, in the outdoors. along with silence, another thing leonardo liked was the outdoors, but only on occasion. he liked it at night best, when the moonlight could dance over everything and lay silvery paths down to follow. it was not yet night time, however leonardo knew the darkness could not be far from time now, and he waited, laid down upon the roof in his peaceful silence just waiting for the darkness to wash over him. it was not that leonardo hated the light, no, it was not that at all. it was simply that the night gave leonardo a sense of peace, the feeling he could just hide away with the night and forget everything. it was the small amount of time between the day and sleeping, and it was the best time leonardo found to just take a little time for himself whilst he was here. there were so many people here, and leonardo was used to solitude. it was strange being surrounded by people and a little unnerving. leonardo was not a fan of crowds, but he did not particularily have a choice did he?

leonardo sighed silently to himself, staring up at the slowly darkening sky, hoping that maybe he might wake up and this be all a really bad dream. he hated it here. he just wanted his privacy and solitude back. he wanted his life back. but this was the price he had to pay for exacting his revenge on those that had hurt him more deeply than anyone ever could again. 'they deserved everything they got' leonardo thought to himself, knowing deep down that is what he truly believed. he felt no remourse for what he had done, and he didn't believe he should, for they had never felt remourse for every shove, for every bruise upon his skin and every break in his bone, for every single horrible hurtful name they had called him. even as he had killed them, there had been no apologies, and there would be none from him. ever. all he wanted and needed now was to get out of here.

TAGGED ! open
WORDS ! seven, seven, eight.
OUTFIT ! black tee and hoody, black jeans, grey scarf and grey converse.
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE ! PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
NOTES ! first post. ilmylittleleo D:

[rowan erika diamante.]

rowan was another who sought silence, yet maybe not a total lack of sound as it maybe considered but just an irradiation of any sound created by person. other creatures and inanimate objects weren’t too bad and there were a few sounds she actually rather enjoyed. music for one, but only some music, there was some god awful stuff out there these days and it made her sound like one of those hairy old men who followed festivals complaining about the modern music and how much better it was back in the good old days. it was better though, and it wasn’t even that long ago, she had just missed out on most of the classic rock by one generation, a little more for bands such as the beetles. good, listenable music. sure there was the odd modern sensation that was truly breathtaking, if only they could rid the music industry of half of it’s incoherent rubbish. another of the sounds rowan enjoyed was the weather, the rain was especially soothing, at it’s best when heaviest and storms would be bordering on brilliant. the low grumble of thunder was oddly soothing, she would imagine just as soothing as owning a pet cat and having it purr in delight on your lap. the terrifying concept of storms was obscured to someone such as rowan, the sound could be mimicked easily by feline pets, trucks and all sorts of other man made influences yet nobody seemed to be cowering in fright when they passed.

people were so fickle, it was hard to be proud of being a part of such a deranged species. driving her up to the roof on several occasions, this constant need to be away from the deranged folk that flooded this hell pushed her further and further away from them. they weren’t even odd in the more basic, annoying way anymore, she had developed paranoia with the knowledge that most of these people had killed before now. this paranoia wasn’t for her life though, in complete honestly she didn’t fear that one thing, in fact it was one of the very few things that she didn’t feel insecure about. instead she feared these people’s thoughts the cause of her paranoia, she hated to think what people saw in her anyhow yet when large bands of unstable people were shoved together it was even more intimidating. rowan wasn’t one to become easily intimidated, or at least she didn’t like to show such nervous signs. it was just a pity that she was pathetic at covering it up though, to a degree she could, rowan was always in a state of unease around people so such a feeling could be passed off as her awkward self just being…well, awkward. when someone lacked the ability of masking emotion then they clearly weren’t going to cope well in a shit hole like this, ro was going to have to work on her acting skills at some point or befriend some burly male for protection.

befriending people was the last thing on her mind though and it wasn’t as if the girl was defenceless. when it came down to it she could hold her own pretty well and it would be even worse if she would manage to get her fingers on something worthy of piercing skin. beneath her docile exterior there was some strange part to her that liked a good fight, like a brawling drunkard she sometimes craved it though knew very well she would rarely win. her small form wasn’t often matched to those she picked fights with, that didn’t lower the level of enjoyment, it was oddly enjoyable to cause someone harm and thrilling to be harmed in return. it was violently poetic though saying that maybe rowan was just as fucked up as half of the kids here, she was just bloody good at covering it up. as her thoughts wandered, her fingers drew against the wall of the stairwell. nails bending backwards almost painfully before she was able to draw her mind back to sanity and retract her hand with a slight frown. she surprised herself sometimes, found herself doing things she knew wasn’t normal, wasn’t aware of yet knew it was still her. she didn’t have a separate personality she could blame all this odd stuff on, she was just quietly and rather subconsciously odd within herself. the girl’s slender form was in it’s usual style of clothing, lazy to a degree.

a pair of jeans sat low on her narrow hips with little to support them, a white vest now aged into a beaten tone clothed her torso and nothing else. it didn’t occur to her to put on a jacket when going outdoors, slight changes in temperature didn’t bother her like it did others. her feet were clad in an old pair of chucks, she had been wearing them for well over a year now and the red material had seen better days but still did their job. despite the lack of though and effort put into her clothing there still seemed to be cause for elegance, feline like strides were almost silent as is wanting to cherish the hum of the win she could hear from behind the door. being rather a quiet person, rowan was constantly aware of the noise she created thus causing her to create very little to distract her from other sounds in her surroundings. it was killer for sneaking up on people however she wasn’t planning on using that skill anytime soon, sneaking up on someone here would probably gain a pretty decent injury. instead she kept to herself, it was always wise. even as she shoved the door open it was rather quiet, if the door hadn’t made a distinctly rusty wheeze her presence wouldn’t have been given away. green, almost grey eyes turned to glance at the other figure, a slightly questioning frown overcame her ghastly pale features before they settled once more into disinterest. she wasn’t used to others being her company up here though the boy seemed quiet enough. wandering to the very edge of the roof she peered over before slipping carefully down to sit with her legs dangling over the side. dark hair swung in front of her eyes and she sat in silence for a moment before curiosity drew her to glance cautiously at the other figure.

( ooc, hope you don' mind me jumping in!? )