((something that was not there ||jacqueline||))

[AIDYN CHARLES MAKRIS]

I'VE GOT MORE WIT, A BETTER KISS
a hotter touch, a better fuck than any boy you'll ever meet

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he felt as though he'd been sitting in that sterile room for hours on end, hazel eyes peering bitterly upward...towards the tiled ceiling and that miniscule strip of a windowpane along the southernmost wall...he could see the sky in the far distance...flecked with the pale hues of twilight as night wound its way stealthily across the earth's surface...there were no birds flitting among those sparse clouds, and he couldn't exactly pinpoint the location of the sun, either...it was almost as though this place were completely separate planet from the one in which he'd come, and he detested the fact that no one had been able to inform him just why he'd woken up here in the first place...

it had happened early this morning...he'd opened his eyes to find a bright ceiling glaring back at him, spotted with florescent lights and catching him completely off-guard. he'd drifted to sleep within the confines of his drab new york apartment, and suddenly aidyn makris had found himself here...here in this strange, mysterious place filled with daunting machines and white-washed walls...here, wherever that was.

of course, he'd started off in his usual fashion, retaliating against anyone who tried to force him into anything unnatural, aggressively demanding answers but, of course, receiving none in response to his clawing and angry gropings...this place irritated him beyond belief, and he hated feeling like some sort of caged animal, thrown behind bars for no reason he could plainly see other than to be observed and gawked at...perhaps this place was a kind of research facility...but what could they possibly be researching?

his jaw set firmly as he slumped a bit further against the wall, refusing to get into the stark white cot in the corner of the enclosure, although the fatigue was certainly starting to sink in after so much fighting...so much fruitless flailing and sinking of fingers into their necks...he couldn't stand being held down...couldn't stand being dominated by anyone, and those faceless figures in their sterile cloaks were no exception.
for one thing, utilizing the facilities they provided would only mean he was giving into this place...giving into confinement and docility. there was no way.

just sitting there was enough to further irritate him, but, strangely, his body was beginning to ache in more ways then ought to have arised from simple retaliation...a kind of throbbing that felt very much inside of him, and it caused a growl to tear through his throat in irritation...he wanted to break out...to wrench the walls apart with bare hands and wake up again to find himself amid the buzz of new york...but there was no way...bellafields was no dream, and he was stuck here angry and without some much-needed company...if only someone were to come wandering forward and entertain him...or at least distract him from this terrible monotony.

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tags:: jacqueline, nikki
status:: completed
word count:: 467
credit:: lyrics by panic! at the disco, template by me
listen to:: bloc party's "signs-remix"
notes:: ahhhh...sorry it isnt the greatest..i knew icc would distract me too much >.<

[JACQUELINE NICOLA FLORIMBI]

JACQUELINE NICOLA FLORIMBI

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The cells. What a perfect name to describe such a horrid place. Everything about it screamed like it belonged to some type of jail cell. The walls and floors were concrete, there were tiny windows located in each cell, and just that air made you feel uneasy when you walked down that horrible hall. It was pretty clear that no one ever came down to keep this place clean. There was mildew everywhere and spider webs were strung in every corner. The doors numbers were faded, so it was hard to tell which cell was which. And, to make things even more creepy, there were random claw marks located on that walls and some doors. And of course, there was always that mysterious stain on the floor which could possibly be blood belonging to a past resident.

Jackie had often questions herself if maybe she had possibly died. That the day those men took her away, they just slaughtered her and she had died and gone to hell. I mean, this hell was a bit different in what Jackie had imagined. She was not at the center of the earth, there was no random fire bursts coming out of the floors, and there sure was not some fat red dude poking people with some trident. This place was just...empty. Jackie rarely ever saw other people around except for those horrible scientists, or whatever they were. All she knew is whenever they took her away, she would come back to her cells in pain.

What was there objective anyways? Create an army of mutated humans? That seemed like the best bet to Jackie. That is, unless the scientists were just using them to be a part of their sick hobby of mutating people and inflicting pain on them. You really weren't safe anywhere. They could find you, they would always find you. And no matter what your mutation was, you were stuck inside the gates until they were through with you. And when they were through with you, god knows what happened to you.

Jackie really did hate the cells. She knew that the radiation being flowed into the cells was just making her transformation faster. Soon enough, her eyes would fully go to the 'pressure sight' state and she would never be able to see the world again. That why Jackie tried very hard to stay out of cells, to make sure her transformation took as long as possible. Walking down the hallways, Jackie squinted her eyes, trying to see the numbers on the doors. They were all so faded, so Jackie had to try her best to just guess. After a couple of steps, she came to a door and opening slowly. Peeking her head inside, she found a boy in the room.
"Oh, whoops. So sorry, I thought this was my room."

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TAGGED; AIDYN((dani))
LYRICS; Candyskins; For What It's Worth
WORDCOUNT; 472
NOTES; I am really bad at first posts....
CREDIT;`` AC. from Caution 2.0

[AIDYN CHARLES MAKRIS]

I'VE GOT MORE WIT, A BETTER KISS
a hotter touch, a better fuck than any boy you'll ever meet

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slowly, aidyn's head slouched against the stark wall, already tousled hair tangling even further about his irritated countenance. the usual energy had been sapped from his body the moment he'd been dragged beyond these walls and he desperately wanted it back...he hated this aching feeling of bodily sickness, and the shrewd suspicion that the staff here had terrible and twisted plans for all of their little students...he was twenty-one years old, and student was by no means what he considered himself...he was nothing but their little experiment...the lab rat they'd somehow forced into a coma in order to drag him here unwillingly...unknowingly.

for what seemed to be the millionth time, a snarl tore through his raw throat and aidyn shook his limp head slowly as though trying to brush away his bitter musings...sure, he had to get out of here and find a proper escape...but things of that nature took time and effort...careful thought and calculation...and he'd always considered himself quite capable of any of these...he would just have to wait for the right moment to strike.

suddenly, the steady sound of reverberating footsteps in the hallway met his ears, and hazel eyes widened immediately with ignited desire...there was someone coming! someone to talk to and maybe get his hands on and screw with...it seemed so long that he'd gone without feeding that carnal addiction that so thoroughly defined his existence. his body was suddenly crawling with anxiety and he inched towards the door, jaw set in anticipation.

all the while, the world was growing darker outside, and his body was quite averse to succumbing to sleep or this isolation...he was going to fight through it all...gradually, the footsteps came to a stop, and he listened to the strained silence, breath quickening in his throat, eyes longing and still so full of bitterness...

and then it finally opened and he could see a girl standing there framed in the faint glow of twilight...she had dark, flowing hair and wore a slightly startled expression at having peered into the wrong room, but aidyn felt a tiny smirk tug at the corners of his semi-full lips at the sight of her.

"oh god, don't fucking leave," he drawled in what was quite nearly an order, stretching his legs out in front of him as though making tolift himself to his feet, but then deciding that he ought to just stay seated, "i can't stand this place...come on, get in here...keep me company, baby."

there was a noticable breathiness to his voice, as he'd gone so many hours without properly using it, and, as pathetic as it sounded, aidyn really didn't want to be alone...he'd always thrived on attention and his hard eyes were just begging this unknown girl to give it to him.

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tags:: jacqueline, nikki
status:: completed
word count:: 459
credit:: lyrics by panic! at the disco, template by me
listen to:: bloc party's "signs-remix"
notes:: ehhhh...sorry its not the greatest.

[JACQUELINE NICOLA FLORIMBI]

JACQUELINE NICOLA FLORIMBI

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It had been a bit hard for Jackie to make friends here at Bellafields. Everyone here was just so...sad. All they wanted to do was hide away and not show their pain and suffering. Jackie would have been one of those people if it wasn't for her being so stubborn about being so strong. Showing any signs of weakness was not tolerated for her. She needed to be strong, now more than ever really. And, after seeing most of the other kids so far, she seemed like the emotionally strongest. Or, so she liked to think. Inside, she was hiding things, keeping things to herself that she should talk about it. But Jackie couldn't, she never could. It was weakness, giving into your fears was weakness. There was no weakness in Jackie's life. It was just not allowed.

Every single room in Bellafields always seemed empty. There was no life or energy that flowed through the building. Every room seemed like no life form had ever entered it. So, it was a bit surprising when Jackie actually stumbled upon a room with an actual person in it. It had been a while since Jackie had a conversation with a living person that she did not feel threatened by. Oh for sure she did talk to those scientists, screaming and asking questions about why they were doing this to her. They just gave her the same blank stare and told her to cooperate. They could perform tests unheard of in the scientific business, yet they couldn't give you one straight answer.

Jackie stood there for a moment or two, sort of contemplating the fact that she had just been invited in. She set one foot inside the room and then moved forward. She took about 3 or 4 steps before stopping about a foot away from the boy who had invited her in. Not knowing quite what to do, she looked down at the boy on the floor and decided to mimic what he was doing. Jackie lowered herself to the floor and sat in a cross legged position, facing towards her host. It then dawned on her that she hadn't really said a word since she first stumbled upon him, plus Jackie didn't know his name, nor did he know hers.
"My name's Jackie." She said with a small smile. Jackie debated whether she should hold out her hand, but decided against it and kept her hands rested in her lap.

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TAGGED; AIDYN((dani))
LYRICS; Candyskins; For What It's Worth
WORDCOUNT; 408
NOTES; Lalalaaaaa
CREDIT;`` AC. from Caution 2.0