control...((jackie))

[MACKENZIE NOELLE PARKER]

'Cause I'm the Queen of the Club Scene

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'Cause I keep the bass turned up
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mackenzie pushed the chopped reddish hair out of his brown eyes and moved somewhat clumsily through the hallway, his long limbs swinging back and forth with something close to a strut. he'd been in the cells for the night and a tight knot of pain was throbbing in his stomach....there was definitely something off about that place, and yet, there was no escaping it...he had to sleep there...it was against the rules for patients of his status to be elsewhere...

sighing and trying to ignoring the raging fire that seemed to be boiling in his blood, the pink haired boy stopped in front of a narrow entryway, eyes taking in everything about his location...it reminded him of a boarding school...and yet...it was nightmarish. he felt a pang of irritation , and yet sadness was building up in him all the more...it was above the pain now and despite the fact he did not like it, he was craving his home in new york...he was losing all confidence in himself...all feelings of control were fading away...

mackenzie had heard from the other patients that the halls was one of the best places to get away with things and now, after peering up and down the overlit narrow enclosure, he slumped to the ground. legs sprawled out in front of him, kenzie, not caring that the short skirt he wore had now ridden up his thighs a considerable amount, felt tears welling up in his eyes...

he had never cried in such a public place before...he preferred to maintain a powerful appearance of himself...however...he couldn't be helped now...it was as if any invisible treatment was taking an effect on his emotions and forcing the most strong feelings out of him...he could feel the color rising in his neck, flushing his face and causing his throat to constrict horribly.

instinctively, he slipped his hand up across his upper thigh, groping at his privates and pulling away a knife that he kept strapped there...hidden and completely at his disposal. flicking it outward he glanced at the blade, the shimmering light and making sure no one was coming, brought it happily across his wrists. pain shot through his veins, but it was in his control and his feelings soared somewhat, fueled by his own self-inflicted pain.

hot blood poured from the wounds, and his eyes shimmered and spilled over, a smile pulled at his mouth despite himself...it wasn't that he liked pain...he loved control...

trying to keep any cries from ringing out, mackenzie worked silently, hoping to god that no one would come...

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And if I like the way you look when the beat kicks in
I will let you know as the DJ spins

tags none at the moment
credit @jeffree star - queen of the club scene
template @renee!!
word count 451

[JACQUELINE NICOLA FLORIMBI]

JACQUELINE NICOLA FLORIMBI

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Bellafields, as dead as it seemed to be, overwhelmed Jackie too much. The fact that someone was watching her all the time stressed her out, and to know that they could snatch her up at any moment scared her more than anything. The pain they gave her was nothing like she had ever felt. Pushing her over her limit, and then some every single day is what they did. Just apply a little bit more pressure every day to make her tolerance level for pressure stronger. What did they need this for? How are they going to use some 17 year old who can sit in a room with an un-human amount of pressure?

The hallways always seemed to be a very quiet area. All the other residents in Bellafeilds usually just hid away in their rooms or were off being tested. Jackie found herself coming to the halls constantly, just lying down in the middle of the floor and staring up at the blank ceiling. She would imagine everything, from eating the cupcakes they have a lack of serving here, to that impossible dream of actually escaping the walls of Bellafields. Jackie had it all planned out, how to get out. If she ever lost hope, and dying just seemed like the best way out, she would try it. It wouldn't matter if they killed her, because that is what she wanted, instantly making her the winner in that situation.

So there Jackie lay, in the middle of the hallway, staring up at that ceiling. The silence around her was so peaceful, and it slipped her away into a different state of mind. She was floating in the air, surrounded by a million glass roses, completely untouched. Then, their came a cry not to far away. All the roses floating crashed to the ground, and Jackie was pulled out of her wonderful world. Quickly, she jolted up, and bit angry that someone had decided to use this area as their personal crying spot. Standing up slowly, she tip toed her way over to the area of where she heard the cries. Peering around the corner she saw a girl...no, a guy, who seemed to be cutting himself. A bit flustered by the whole picture, she happened to lean to close out and fell down to the ground, sprawled out in perfect view of the cutter.
"Oh, um...hello."

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TAGGED; MACKENZIE((renee))
LYRICS; Candyskins; For What It's Worth
WORDCOUNT; 397
NOTES; I am really bad at first posts....
CREDIT;`` AC. from Caution 2.0

[MACKENZIE NOELLE PARKER]

'Cause I'm the Queen of the Club Scene

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And they love me[/font]

'Cause I keep the bass turned up
It's beating on my heart strings[/center][/font]

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Mackenzie looked up from his reverie, trying to stem the flow of tears that were horribly smudging his once perfect makeup. "oh..screw it..." he moaned to himself, shifting slightly so his back became ridgid against the wall. he leaned his head back and allowed the cool stone of the structure to cool his body and hopefully the tears would subside. he hated being weak...hadn't cried for a number of years...at least not in such a public place...there was no escape from this institution, however, and the pink haired boy focused his attentions on the vicious wound he was slowly creating. thick lines of red sliced through flesh and his brown eyes were alight with life as he watched the substance bubble up at the lip of the cut and begin to spill over, down across his forearms and dripping from his pointed elbows.

he watched it stain the material of his skirt, sink into the hem of his shirt, and yet, he did nothing to try to wipe it away....had he been feeling in a usual state of mind, mackenzie would have worried about it for hours. he usually hated being messy in any state...he wanted his appearance to be one of perfection...and yet, deep down he knew he wasn't...it was forever a battling conflict inside of him...

he was just about to sink the knife once more into his arms, perhaps work his way down into his thighs, when suddenly, a skidding thud of flesh on linoleum brought his gaze upward and the breath hitched in his throat as he realized someone had just fallen in front of him....if he hadn't known any better, he'd of said this girl had been spying. she looked to be about his age, maybe slightly younger, with her thick dark, flowing locks of hair and wide, almost mournful blue-grey eyes. she looked just as disappointed as he did and he wondered if she would see him weak...

replacing the blade back between his thighs, safely stuck to his clammy skin, the pink haired boy looked over at his companion. "hey..." he replied with a raised eyebrow at her greeting, gaze watery. "what are you doing here? I though the halls were empty..." he said quietly, studying his cuts with a strange obsession.

tearing his gaze away, he looked again at the other...she was very pretty and, deciding he didn't much feel like screaming at her, as he would someone else who'd intruded upon his sacred act of mutilation, he offered her a rare flicker of a smile. "so...do you fall in on everyone like that" he asked, his wrists smarting terribly, "or did you wanna join me?"

flicking the limp reddish locks out of his eyes, mackenzie leaned back against the wall, his breathing slowly falling back into a steady rhthym. "this place is fuckin' hell...." he moaned, closing his eyes to the dark wall before him...

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And if I like the way you look when the beat kicks in
I will let you know as the DJ spins

tags JACKIE!! <3 (NIKKI)
credit @jeffree star - queen of the club scene
template @renee!!
word count 487

[JACQUELINE NICOLA FLORIMBI]

JACQUELINE NICOLA FLORIMBI

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Jackie rarely ever got embarrassed. She found that giving into her mistakes and flaws just made her seem like a weaker person, and Jackie never wanted that. So, usually, falling in front of someone would be no sweat to her. After all, she has had way worse happen. But, due to the situation she was in right now, the fall had made her cheeks flush to a bright red. The fact that she just fell in front of someone trying to cut themselves from a corner seemed a bit, stalkerish in a way. Like the he had just said, no one ever came into the hallways. It was one of the most avoided places apparently, and Jackie had always thought she had it to herself. But now she had to share it with some cutter. It pissed her off the slightest, to know that she wouldn't really be able to have her alone time now that someone else had invaded her area.

Though, it was a bit nice to see someone. Everyone here was always such a downer and refused to talk to people, making it quite hard for Jackie to find any friends. Though, the intruder seemed to actually need a good friend. She didn't know why she kept referring to the cutter as the 'intruder' since Jackie was the one who just stumbled in on her. But, in the past two weeks, Jackie had sort of claimed this hall as her own. So, there Jackie lay, still a bit flustered from the fact that she had just tripped. Coming to her senses, she slowly began to get up and brush herself off, which was sort of stupid since there was no dirt on her, but it was just a natural reflex to do when getting up from falling.

The offer of joining the cutter, for just a small second, seemed a bit tempting. The pain that these scientists gave her were one which she could not control. But, by cutting, she would be able to decide how much pain she wanted. Though, that thought quickly slipped away from her mind and the thought of cutting herself gave her the creeps. Giving into depression was just another sign of weakness to Jackie. And, the last thing she needed right now was to be weak. Jackie only had herself, no one else could be really trusted at this moment. Her surroundings were still knew, everyone to her was a total stranger. She had just been plucked out of her hometown and brought to some strange facility. So right now, Jackie needed to be strong.

Taking a step forward towards the person sitting in the halls, she gave a small smile, trying to ignore the blood pouring out of their arms.
"Um, no thanks. Not really my thing." She said quietly, not really knowing what else to say.
"Oh, I am Jackie by the way." Jackie said quickly. Her instincts told her to hold out her hand for common courtesy, but made sure not to do that, for shaking a bloody hand didn't seem to ideal to her.

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TAGGED; MACKENZIE((renee))
LYRICS; Candyskins; For What It's Worth
WORDCOUNT; 512
NOTES; Lalalaaaa
CREDIT;`` AC. from Caution 2.0

[MACKENZIE NOELLE PARKER]

'Cause I'm the Queen of the Club Scene

[/color]
And they love me[/font]

'Cause I keep the bass turned up
It's beating on my heart strings[/center][/font]

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mackenzie continued to glance up at his companion, taking in everything about her...she, like himself, didn't look as if she really belonged here...however, the more he thought about it, he supposed no one really fit in but any means...it was the process of being here that broke every individual..

sweeping the reddish pink hair out of his sombre eyes, mackenzie nodded and shrugged as the other mentioned cutting 'not being her thing'. he guessed it wasn't many peoples' thing, however, for him it was an escape...a chance to feel and be in control of his own wounds. however, gazing down at his smarting wrists and bloody forearms, mackenzie, now much more interested in speaking with this girl, found the blood revolting and he licked it away with the warm pressure of his tongue. the liquid tasted metallic in the pink lining of his mouth, and yet he continued, washing his arms as an animal might....

recognizing this, and slightly panicked by it, mackenzie let his arms drop and stared blankly ahead of him, voice taking on a strangely monotonous tone, "hey..." he began, "what happens to us here..d'you know?" he wondered aloud, legs spread out before him, gaze blank.
he had never imagined in his life that this would occur...it seemed so odd that he could be taken to a completely different world when he'd not been concious...blinking, he shifted his weight and pulled his limbs up against his chest, resting his knees into his chin.

"so, how long have you been here?" he wondered aloud, all emotion drawn from his words. he observed as his companion dusted herself off and stood before him. she really was pretty and all his depression was sapped from his body as he looked her over, a smirk forming...yes...she definitely would make an ideal friend...he could stand to be seen with her...as she mentioned her name, kenzie smiled wholeheartedly and thought of putting his hand out to her in greeting...however, he noted the blood trickling still down his arms, despite the fact he'd attempted to clean them.
"i'm mackenzie, but everyone back home called me Kenzie." he informed her, his smile fading slightly, "i'm not always like this..." he continued, "it's just...stress I guess...."

after a moment of thought, he looked up at her with slowing drying brown eyes, "so what do you do around here? so far i've found nothing really interesting..." his voice had suddenly taken on a dramatic attitude and he smirked as he recognized it...yes, he was slowly coming back to himself...

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And if I like the way you look when the beat kicks in
I will let you know as the DJ spins

tags JACKIE!! <3 (NIKKI)
credit @jeffree star - queen of the club scene
template @renee!!
word count 454