the quiet little one ;; (open)

[lux anne magill]

LUX ANNE MAGILL
The sounds of Lux's pencil sketching filled the room. Sitting on one of the bar stools that encircle an elevated round table that positions itself behind the couch, in perfect view of the television. To Lux's left, you see a medium sized window looking out to the beauty outside this imprisonment. Lux hated the look of it. The forest beyond the school grounds were calling to her. They were mocking her. A bird flew past the window, cooing its cocky annoying sounds. Everything seemed to be mocking Lux. Hastily, she stood up, walked over to the window, and in one swift and harsh movement, Lux shut the window blinds.

Sitting back down, she picked up her pencil, and stared at her drawing. Horrible. Picking up her eraser that she had graffitied all over, she quickly erased it. Lux accidently sketched it too hard, so the lines were etched into the paper. Angrily, she scooped it up in one quick motion and crumpled it. Tossing it at the trash can in the corner, Lux sunk it first time. Tearing out a new piece of paper, she began to write some quotes and words on it. "why try, things never change," "i miss you. the old you. the one that actually cared," "i love you, dad. where ever you are." After writing the last thing, a tear streaked down Lux's cheek. She was actually wanting to see her dad. To meet him for the first time.

She wanted to do something for her dad. Likely she'd never meet him. Ever. Gently freeing a piece of paper from her binder, she started to draw. First, she drew a bird flying free, with a flower in it's mouth, and a ribbon trailing from the bird. Attempting handwriting, she lazily scrawled "i love you dad. wish you were here with me. i know you'll always be there for me. where ever you are." Gently placing it first in her binder, she gathered up her art supplies, and placed in in her back slung over the back of the chair.

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[mora de ancariis]

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The commons were very quiet, but Mora could have sworn she heard some sounds. She had been wandering around all day trying to get away from the staff. She missed a meeting with the psychiatrist, and she was trying to avoid them as much as possible. She hated them trying to probe her brain and try to understand her body’s intentions. Yeah, she loved sex. So fucking what? Get over it!

She looked around and noticed Lux sitting at a table by herself. She had seen her around Rosedale before, but she didn’t exactly know what her problem was. Supposedly she was an angry individual, but every time Mora had seen her, she looked so sad. She would have figured the kid to be suicidal and depressed, not angry. Then again, sometimes those things coincided with one another.

Mora had wanted to introduce herself to Lux before. Many of the girls from the younger years looked up to Mora as a sisterly figure just because she wasn’t some sort of whore who acted so almighty. Yes, she was probably bound to have slept with that older boy they’ve been eyeing, but that was about it. Even then, she had never really slept with any boys from Rosedale but a couple. Either way, she was the go-to girl when you were in a fix.

She casually strolled in and took a seat next to Lux and began to play with the random, unnecessary buttons on her shirt sleeve. “Why aren’t you out with your friends, girly?”

[lux anne magill]

LUX ANNE MAGILL
Resting Lux's head on her tattooed arms, she closed her eyes and began to dose off. She much enjoyed being alone. Then, no one could provoke her into being angry. The Common's was the most quite place in the academy, besides her dorm. She doesn't like to be in her dorm, except to sleep, because Lux never really got to know her dorm mate.

The sounds of footsteps awoke Lux. Lifting her head, she noticed an attractive individual standing over her, and staring at her. Lux drew herself to suppress a half-heartedly smile. What did this girl want? Surely no one would want to be Lux's friend. She was never anyone's type. Although, she did have suspicions about this girl. Not the 'shes going to murder me' type. But, good suspicions. In her mind, images flashed of them walking outside. Free. And their mouths open in laughter. Another one. One of Lux in one of her rage outbursts, and breaking some of Mora's alcohol bottles, and Mora trying to grab onto Lux and calm her down. She had a feeling they would become good friends.

The girl seemed familiar. They probably seen each other in the halls, more than likely. But, she always seemed to have a crowd of unworthy, arrogant snobs hanging around her. Noticing Mora slide into a chair beside her, Lux pushed her chair away slightly. She always hated people who deemed to sit right beside her, when there were perfectly good chairs across from her. Noticing the older girl fiddle with the buttons on her sleeve, Lux looked up at her, and got a good look at her.

She was wearing a bright florescent pink long sleeve top with short denim Daisy Dukes, and pink and black barbed wire wrists bands. Classic 'emo.' Rolling her eyes, she heard the girl speak. "Why aren't you with your friends, girly?" she heard the girl say. Lifting her head, Lux glared at the woman. "Why aren't I with my friends? Why am I sitting here like a fucking loner? Gee. Maybe because everyone in this freaking school is a stoner, addict, and they all talk to themselves. Now, I can tell you have some sort of problem. Hell, we all do. Could you just leave me alone?!" she spat.

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[mora de ancariis]

Mora was taken aback by the girl’s attitude. Then again, what was she supposed to expect? She had her head down and she seemed to be really upset. Maybe she was angrier than Mora had assumed. She sat upright and crossed her arms over her chest, crossing one leg over the other and tapping the heel of her boot against the floor awkwardly. It wasn’t as if Mora succeeded in being everyone’s friend, but she sure in hell tried. She hated having people on her bad side, and she hated being on other’s. Pausing for a couple seconds, Mora looked straight at the girl.

“Yeah, we all have problems, including the two of us. They might not all be the same, and maybe there is some sort of prejudice goin’ around where certain people hate others because of their individual addictions or cases, but wouldn’t it be nice to have someone to just open up to about that stuff besides some sort of bloodsucking psychiatrist who is only worried about their next paycheck?” Mora leaned forward once again, propping her elbows on the table and holding her face in her hands in boredom. “Ya know, if you want me to leave you alone you can just say so politely…”

Mora didn’t quite get up from the table just yet. She had a habit of prying into other people’s business, but in her head it was for a cause. She wanted to make the best out of a situation for everyone, even if that meant getting cussed out or even threatened.

“If it’s any consolation, you can always talk to me about things. Just because I hang out with a group of addicts myself doesn’t mean we’re as troubled, in a sense, as we presume.”