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[kaison jaime leraine]

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky
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There was never anything to do in this goddamn place! In the lounge there was puzzles, games, books, and a shitty television to use. Oh, and you couldn't forget the coloring pages. Yes, coloring pages! Like they were in kindergarten or something! There was something really fucking messed up about that. These people were all here for supposed 'mental illnesses', and their way of treating it was to treat them like babies or something?! Yeah...that make a ton of sense! NOT!!

"I feel like I'm in fucking special ed...,

[/color]" Kaison said aloud as he ripped up a kitten he'd scribbled red on. His effort to try and entertain himself. Which wasn't working all that well. All he wanted to do was go out and punch someone. Or smoke a cigarette. Or fuck someone while slitting their throat. Except he was stuck here talking to himself. Like a crazy person.... Maybe people avoided him for a good reason, then. He was crazy, he supposed. Depending on what the definition of crazy was to the certain person.

He just sat there, staring at the pixelated fuzz on the TV screen. It had gone to shit a few minutes ago, but he didn't care. He wasn't watching it anymore for real. Just looking through it and into his mind, really. Trying to stay calm. Thinking about one of his sexy neighbors. The boy was seriously hot and definitely reminded Kai of his first boyfriend - Aubrey. With how shy and vulnerable he looked. So adorable, really. But he knew that he could never convince this kid to be with him. Everyone here knew his reputation and what he did to those who fell in love with him and vice versa. No one wanted to get close to him...

On one hand, that was good. He didn't like killing people, secretly. On the other, he needed to do it to survive. It was his safe haven. He had to hurt people before they hurt him. Had to.... But, here, he couldn't. He was too lonely. No one came near him. No one would could stand it. They were all afraid of him, and with good reason. He'd been here a year and still wasn't changing one bit. He resisted any form of 'treatment' they offered. It was rare for him to not spend a single day in solitary every week. No one wanted to get close to that. Especially since he'd killed someone while he was here already.

About six months ago, he was attacke din the shower by one of the guards. The man had tried to rape him and was hurting him. Or so the facility thinks.... Really, he fell in love with Clay and they were intimate. That day in the shower, they were just having rough sex. Very rough, which made it easy for him to claim he was being abused. And he pulled the man's own gun on him. Summoned some fake tears and called for help. That's how it ended and it felt so good. His thirteenth kill, a very unlucky number. Now he needed to do another.... Make it even. But it had been three months and he'd not found another victim. This was getting hard. He was losing his high and had nothing to replace it with. It didn't feel good at all.

So most days, he just sat here everyday staring at the wall in his own mind and ripping up pictures of kittens.
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[molly kyro james]

WONT EVER GET ENOUGH

( once she gets a little touch )
( you know that i'd make her say )

"What the hell..." Molly groaned as she sat on the dirty floor of her room. She didn't like it here. She'd been here three years and still hated it. She'd never warm up to it and this sucked because she'd already come to the conclusion that she was never going to be able to leave. Why? Because people didn't want a crazy girl with an axe wandering the streets. It was purely judgemental in her opinion. She didn't fuss and whine about the fact that they let sane people wander around freely. Why not lock them up in this shit hole and let the crazies run the world? Let the normal people see how it feels to be bored as all fuck twenty four seven. It wasn't too nifty if you asked the eighteen year old girl. She hated it here mostly because it had been a whole month since she'd last sunk her axe into somebody's skull. A whole month since she'd killed. And her mind craved the blood.

So she stood up, wiping the dust and dirt off her backside. She threw on some clothes, seeing as how she had a habit of chilling in her room wearing nothing but her bra and underwear. And then she left her room. Somehow she managed to get past the guards and doctors and shit and she made her way down to...some where. She'd figure out where she was going when she got there. She just didn't want to be bored. However on her walk away from her room, her mind drifted off. She thought about the first kill she'd had here at the asylum.

She'd been asleep. Well...she looked asleep. The doctor came in to take a look at her charts and as he reached over her, Molly had thrown aside her blankets. With her axe already in hand she swung up and hit him in the neck. He'd fallen to the ground screaming and Molly kept at it. By the time anyone had gotten there to help him, his head was already off his neck and Molly was savagely kicking his headless corpse. She had a reputation here. The crazy Clown Killer.

She didn't mind. Most people just called her Molly Hatchet since she usually carried her hatchet with her instead of her large axe. But today she mearly had a sharp sharp knife strapped to her thigh under the dress she wore.

Her dress was white for a reason. If she managed to kill someone today then she wanted the blood to show up nicely on her clothes. She smirked as she eremember the night she'd killed one of the patients here. He'd been so happy to have seemed to make a friend in the shity place but when Molly got him to her room. She plunged the knife into his neck. He'd bled all over her nice white top. She laughed lightly and looked up.

She'd made it to the lounge. Hmm. She looked around. And there was Kai. Someone with a reputation almost as bad as hers...if not worse. She smirked and walked over to him. Her face wasnt painted today so she wondered if he'd recognize her. She sat down in the chair across from him and looked at his torn up kitty. She tilted her head and with pure sarcasim cooed, "Awe...poor kitty." she smirked and shook her head. "Bored I see..." she commented with a sigh. "Don't worry Kai...you'll kill soon enough and it'll all be better." she shook her head and leaned back.

She had to admit...she'd often wanted to kill Kai. She didn't know why but she did. It would be ammusing to see how the killer enjoyed being killed.

THE FOOT OF THE STAIRS WITH MY FINGERS IN YOUR HAIR

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[kaison jaime leraine]

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky
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Almost bigger than his need for blood on his hands, was his need for sex. He'd been fucking both boys and girls since he was young. Middle school at some point there. He'd started out with just the plain and simple girls. But they didn't sate his lust and need. Soon he moved boys. Then he just went with whoever was to come along. They were all beautiful, afterall they were all people. People were gorgeous.

But once people started to love, that was where they made the biggest mistake.

Kaison knew that from experience. Everything went to shit when people let their feelings get in the way. All the loved ones in one's life were good for was scarring. Hurting and letting you down. There was no good side to them. It was all bad and depressing. Made one's life miserable. Which Kai also knew from experience. Too much experience, unfortunately. It drove him crazy and bloodthirsty. Made him just so angry....

As he was blowing the pieces of the paper off his hand and onto the floor (which would just drive the staff crazy when they found it), a voice sounded close. Seemed they were talking to him.... Yes, whoever it was, said his name. That must mean they wanted his attention. But that just required so much work.... With a deep-seated sigh, he slowly turned to look who it was. Oh, of course. Another killer maniac from around the asylum - Molly. "You know, Molly...if you keep talking like that, these assholes will throw you in solitary. And then how will you scope out that next victim of yours? They're already trying to figure out where you keep your weapons and how you get them." He smirked up at her, raising a brow. It wasn't really legal for them to have weapons here. It was like a prison; a fucking prison for the most messed up beings out there. A lot of them were criminals, anyway. What was the difference, exactly? Just the lack of bars for doors, he supposed.

Very bored already with this girl, he looked away and back towards that television. It flickered back to a little kids program and he wrinkled his nose. "Bullshit,

[/color]" he whispered and reached around for the remote. Changing the station to something less...stupid. Except, there was nothing on. Garbage after garbage. "What the fuck is wrong with this television? Are they trying to bore us to death, or what? Retarded...."
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