[dylan] never say never.

[lacey brooke kay]

lacey was still scared of dylan. which she told her friend jaycie about who was currently with her. "i'm going to kick this guy's ass. how could he say that shit and get away with it?" jaycie said frowning as she looked up at lacey. which she looked like she was about to cry. "oh lace, don't cry." usually jaycie was a hardass. but her and lacey when through a lot in this place. even though jaycie was a bitch to lacey at first. lacey warmed her up to her. and it took a lot for this girl to talk. "dude, his name is dylan right?" she asked. lacey nodded her head fastly not saying anything. "he's going to kill me." jaycie rolled her eyes. "don't talk like that. he's not going to kill you." which just made lacey ignore her. because she believed in her mind and her heart that he was going to cut her up into pieces.

they walked down the parking lot. seeing teachers. which they should have been in class. "what are you doing out here lacey? jaycie?" asked one of their teachers walking by. jaycie sticked out her middle finger. "mind your own business, fat fuck." this is why lacey really was best friends with her she was sarcastic, funny, and stuck up to people for her. when she didn't know what to do most of the time jaycie was there backing her up. whenever they got into fights jaycie was there. even though she started most of them. such a fierce little red head. but she really knew how to fuck someone up. which wasn't her plan to have jaycie come fuck up dylan. she just didn't want to die from him. she didn't want to get murdered. it scared her half to death.

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dylan ♥ tagged.
complete ♥ status.
kinda weird and shitty but whatever haha ♥ occ.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

It's a sick day, or so that was the lie Dylan told to get out of school today. The truth was he was too hung over the think straight when he first woke up, already too late to catch his first class anyway. He really should quit smoking, drinking, being mean- he wished he could. But despite just that wish, he didn't see any real reason to stop- he couldn't see any ways to stop. It was his life and how it was, it a circle he could never stray from even when he tried. And why should he whine about it anyway? There were plenty of other kids here with worse problems. Such as that nut-job he met at the roof just the other day. She certainly left him disturbed, thus another reason why he's been drinking. Good for you Dylan, yeah, that's great. He thought sarcastically to himself.

Yeah, he'd been cruel to her but he had been expecting a fight like it always came too. He didn't know she'd break down like that. He felt guilty, he hated it. Lethargically, he drove out of town to grab some coffee and some cigarettes. By the time he came driving back to the school parking lot, he felt so much better. Maybe he'll catch the last of his classes? Nah, he'd much rather retreat to the art room for the rest of the day. He shut his old car's door, locked it, and began walking. With his hands in his pockets, he relaxed in his hoodie's warmth that contrasted the winter cold that he hated.

ooc; rushed. i'll post with thread template next time! ^^

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[lacey brooke kay]

jaycie pointed in dylan's direction. "there he is! that motherfucker!" screamed jaycie. this girl was loud, rude, sarcastic. and everyone at the whole god damn school knows her for being the trouble making addict. she always started fights always fucked with people. and most people hated her. it wasn't jaycie's problem she could care less. all she cared about was getting that white powder up her nose. she was a ruthless mean bitch. you maybe ask how the two are friends. lacey and jaycie but this is only something they share. they understand each other.

lacey stood in her place. not even bothering to come close to dylan. jaycie ran over to him, grabbed him up by the collar of his shirt. "so dylaaan, what the fuck did you say to lacey. you have her freaked the fuck out." she was going to choke the truth out of him one way or another. "you can't even lie to me. i swear i know when your lying. cause you can't bullshit a bullshitter. trust me." she was glaring at him. the sad thing was she seems so cute and innocent. but you think of her like that until she opens her mouth. or gets drunk, and fights some guy. her life was controlled by getting fucked the hell up.

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dylan ♥ tagged.
complete ♥ status.
hehe it's kay:] ♥ occ.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

i cried myself to sleep last night and the ghost of carl
he approached my window, i was hypnotized. i was asked to improvise
on the attitude, the regret of a thousand centuries of death

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Dylan turned his head when he heard a scream, a familiar scream that is. "Holy shit." he muttered, when he saw who it was running towards him. He had only seconds to make a plan. He sure as hell wasn't about to run. The seconds flashed by and she had him by the collar. He stared at the red head. He knew plenty about her. She was much more famous than he was. Your typical drug addict that no one wanted to mess with. Dylan hated her. She was dangerous and now this loony had him in her grips. He saw Lacey, looking slightly more sane than last time he saw her. At least she hadn't killed herself or something. Her glare was intense and he only matched it. Like hell he was going to get scared. "Her twisted, fucked up version of the story not good enough for you?"

Who knows what Lacey said to her... why the hell was Lacey friends with her anyway? Oh, easy question to answer. Both out of their minds. He pushed her skinny pale arms away roughly. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he growled. "Get the fuck away from me. Got it?"

TAGGEDlacey
STATUSfinished
LYRICCREDITsufjanstevens
COMMENTARY

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[jaycie nina pierce]

"Her twisted, fucked up version of the story not good enough for you?" he asked. Which made her tilt her head slighty confused. "Your one sick motherfucker you know that?" she asked. "How could you scare her like that? You know she's schizophrenic. She can't deal with your shit. She's a good girl. And you watch your fucking back. You fucking hear me?" she yelled in his face. Getting a big mucus spitball in her mouth. She spat it out on Dylan's face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he questioned. She tilted her head confused again. This was one thing she did. "Your the fucked up one. You shouldn't have said that shit to her!" she yelled. "Get the fuck away from me. Got it?" growled Dylan. "I'll leave your skinny ass chicken legs alone as long as you promise to leave Lacey the fuck alone. Your such a dick." She punched him in the side and let him down from her handle on him.

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dylan ♥ tagged.
complete ♥ status.
should we do the lacey tries to kill him part right now? ♥ occ.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

i cried myself to sleep last night and the ghost of carl
he approached my window, i was hypnotized. i was asked to improvise
on the attitude, the regret of a thousand centuries of death

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"I didn't say anything to her!" he retorted angrily. "Fuck!" he yelled, when she actually spat at him! "You bitch." he couldn't believe what was happening. He never felt such an urge to hurt someone, to punch her right in the face. He was wiping it away, feeling the most disgusted he's ever felt in entire life. "Are you shitting me?!" he cried, then felt her punch him. She was stronger than she looked and he felt pain hit him. But rage was distracting him from anything. No way in hell she was going to do that and get away with it.

Without thinking, eyes wide and furious, he grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her against a car with as much force as he could. Let her feel pain, so what if she was a girl? No one, male or female, does that to him. No one. Let her regret messing with him.

TAGGEDlacey
STATUSfinished
LYRICCREDITsufjanstevens
COMMENTARY

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[jaycie nina pierce]

"i didn't say anything to her!" dylan said angrily. "fuck!" he yelled at her. "you bitch." this made jaycie crack up. even when he pushed her into his car. so she decided to take this in her own hands. she punched him in the face multiply times. which lacey was freaking out she didn't know what to do. so she pulled dylan off of jaycie. "don't stop you guys are acting like fucking idiots!" she hollered. she was still scared that dylan was going to kill her but she wouldn't let jaycie beat the shit out of him. then maybe he'd want to kill her more.

"fuck lacey i was helping you," jaycie hollered. "well i can take care of myself i don't need you. you treat me like a fucking three year old," yelled lacey back to her. "oh no i don't," she glared at her. lacey tried to stand as far away as she could from dylan. but she stood in front of jaycie. she didn't want them ripping each other's throats out. but she hated when jaycie got into her business. it wasn't any of her business. if he was going to kill her. she could fuck him up, right? she's not that weak. the voices were calm for most of them but they started back up cause of jaycie and dylan fighting. it made her scared. paranoid. she didn't know what to do. or why she was nice to the person that was trying to kill her.

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dylan ♥ tagged.
complete ♥ status.
should we do the lacey tries to kill him part right now? ♥ occ.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

i cried myself to sleep last night and the ghost of carl
he approached my window, i was hypnotized. i was asked to improvise
on the attitude, the regret of a thousand centuries of death

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The laughing was what ticked him off the most. It came to him how she may like that title- especially used in an angry inflection. She came back, punching him. His fists tightened and he punched back, beating her off- not thinking, just hurling fists to match hers, he had her cornered against the car. He tried to have her pinned so he could get better aim. Then he felt himself being torn away. He allowed it and got a few feets distance from them. He glared at the two, arguing like bitches, making him hate them all the more. He wasn't ready to understand what was going on or how Lacey was some sort of hero in her head right now.

"Fucking assholes, what's their problems?" he mumbled, wondering what to do. He wanted back at her, wanted to have her beg like Lacey was at the roof top. This whole thing was leaving him bewildered. "What the hell you attacking me for?" he asked, angrily as he glared at the two psychotic bitches. "You guys are crazy."

TAGGEDlacey
STATUSfinished
LYRICCREDITsufjanstevens
COMMENTARYyeah sure if you want!

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[jaycie nina pierce]

lacey heard them louder. you stupid crazy bitch. i'll slit your throat yelled the voice, it sounded so much like dylan. she pulled out the knife she brought with her. "you can't kill me. i won't let you!" she yelled at dylan. which jaycie stared at her confused as to why she went psycho in the span of two seconds. jaycie tried to grab the knife from her. "lacey, calm the fuck down. you don't need to pull that out. you don't." she tried to get her to calm the fuck down. i don't even know why i'm friends with you. your a stupid bitch. and me and dylan we'll slit your throat and cut you up into pieces now it was jaycie's voice.

lacey was crying. "why are you guys doing this to me? i don't want to hurt you. i don't want to. but i have to. cause you'll kill me if i don't. you'll all kill me." she stabbed jaycie in the gut. she fell to her knees blood was pouring out of her wound. she stepped over jaycie and looked dylan right in the eyes. you could see she was upset. you could tell she didn't want to do it. she was crying. she wanted it to stop. she pulled out a handgun on him. "you move and i'll shoot you." she said. this wasn't lacey at all. it was the paranoidness taking her over. she put the knife up to her throat. "i'm to depressed to go on. these voices they won't shut up. you don't understand. you don't get it. sorry dylan but i have to do this." she pulled the trigger and hit him right in the stomach.

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dylan ♥ tagged.
complete ♥ status.
i love lacey :[ but she's not really suppose to come out as a real bitch. haha. ♥ occ.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

i cried myself to sleep last night and the ghost of carl
he approached my window, i was hypnotized. i was asked to improvise
on the attitude, the regret of a thousand centuries of death

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Then she was yelling again! It was just like last time. Except this time we have a drug addict in the mix. Dylan was amused for about three seconds until he saw the glint of a knife reflect the sunlight. "Whoa, calm down!" he called to her, now feeling a little sick from all this. His headache was back with a vengence. Dear God, what's happening? She was crying and Dylan stood frozen as he watched in horror. He stared at Jaycie. "Oh my God..." he mumbled, about to run to her- to help her but Lacey... He looked to her, suddenly terrified.

She pulled out something else: a gun. "God..." he raised his hands, feet heavy and paralyzed to the ground. "Lacey, don't do this... We can talk about this-" He was staring directly at her, he'd never been so afraid of eyes before. Yet he couldn't look away, that meant looking at the gun. He shook his head. "We'll shut those voices up... I'll help... I don't understand but you can tell me, explain, don't do it." he pleaded, voice so small and quiet compared to his usual fake bad ass voice. He fell over silently, his hands covering his stomach. Blood was seeping into his hands and he felt the tremendous pain explode like a bomb. "God." he coughed a little, the air felt knocked out of him. Staring at the cement, he began to breath funny in the shock. Hot tears blinded him.

This was like his dreams. He wanted to die... Let her do it for him. It may be a sin to kill yourself, but when you're a victim, you're a victim. He looked at her, she would probably finish him off... wasn't she just a victim too? "Don't do it Lacey..." he muttered, his anger completely gone. All that was left was pain bearing itself raw. "Lacey, don't do it. I'll help you. Just... wait." He slowly rose to his feet, pain seering in his stomach. He walked to her and looked at her gently. "Don't. Don't let the voices win." His gaze became more desperate and more compassionate. He was trying to save his killer. It was all pretty fucked up wasn't it? "Please hand them over."

TAGGEDlacey
STATUSfinished
LYRICCREDITsufjanstevens
COMMENTARYshe doesn't come out as a bitch, just... crazy. ^^;

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[lacey brooke kay]

"oh my god..." was what lacey heard. she started to hear the voices telling her to kill dylan. or he'd kill her. two victims catch up in a schizophrenic's mental breakdown. she continued to cry. "i don't know what i'm doing." she said. "but you want to kill me and i can't have that." dylan looked scared then she started to get it but it was way to late. she just shot dylan. she just stabbed jaycie. "we'll shut those voices up... i'll help... i don't understand but you can tell me, explain, don't do it." she shook her head. "it's to late for me. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry dylan. but they've got me under they're control. it's not me anymore. it's them. it's always been them."

"don't. don't let the voices win." she fell down on her knees. "they always do." she cried. "they always do." she grabbed the knife and cut her wrist to the point she would bleed to death. "dylan i'm so sorry. i'm so sorry." she handed him the gun and the knife before she fell to the ground, passing out. jaycie got up from the ground, limping. "we've got to get her to the hospital. she's not going to die. i won't let her." but she was to weak to pick her up. "can i have some help dylan i can't do this by myself." which she could barely pick her up. she was just to weak. jaycie could walk there by herself. "you take care of her. i'm going to the fucking hospital," said jaycie as she limped away from dylan and lacey. that was the last time jaycie ever wanted to talk to that bitch again. she was crazy. and that was that.

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dylan ♥ tagged.
complete ♥ status.
crazy yesh, but i love herr:] ♥ occ.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

i cried myself to sleep last night and the ghost of carl
he approached my window, i was hypnotized. i was asked to improvise
on the attitude, the regret of a thousand centuries of death

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He shook his head, feeling his wound hurt more and more by the second. He wanted to tell her that she was wrong... She was so stuck in her own voice's trap. Every second grew more desperate. She fell down to her knees, refusing help, refusing life... "Damn it, give them to me Lacey!" he yelled, trying to get closer to her before she hurt herself. But too late, too slow. Before his eyes she butchered her wrists and Dylan felt thoroughly ill. He felt himself ready to puke. He gagged then puked on the parking lot while on his knees. Jaycie was trying to pick her up.

Coughing, he nodded his head. Back to his feet, he felt little relief from throwing up. Pain was getting worse. How bad did Jaycie feel right now? He tried not to look at all the blood, it only made him feel sick more. His eyes widened when she began to walk away. "Wait... Jaycie..." his calls ignored. He was alone with her. "Fuck you Jaycie, fuck you!" he yelled when she disappeared in the distance. He looked at Lacey, bleeding... He tucked the gun into his shirt, left the knife on the ground. He wished she had just killed him, that way he would die and wouldn't have to save her. He'd rather be dead right now. She could've fulfilled his wish. He picked up Lacey, it took about three tries for him to have her safely in his arms without touching the gunshot wound.

He walked her as quickly as he could to the hospital. In the hall, he was so tired... blood trailed behind them on the tile floors. He made it to the bottom of some stairs when he finally gave out. He set her clumsily on the stairs then plopped to the floor- too exhausted. Dylan was fine with this... sure... He was too exhausted to cry about it. He was ready. But he couldn't ignore her. "Help... Somebody, help!" he called, getting up again to try to carry her. "Fucking help me... anybody? Fuck!" he yelled. Someone was running towards them, saying "oh my god, oh my god what happened?!' "Just take her to the hospital..." Dylan spat, sitting up against the lockers. Within seconds they were gone. Then he was alone, they must have thought the blood simpering out of his shirt had been hers. He brought out the gun from his shirt and stared at it, considering.

TAGGEDlacey&jaycie
STATUSfinished
LYRICCREDITsufjanstevens
COMMENTARYhope this is okay with you? maybe jaycie comes back or one of your other charries? i don't know. i can change it if you like when i get back later today.

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[jaycie nina pierce]

jaycie wasn't in the hospital yet. she was to weak to walk there she standing on the staircase when she heard dylan talking. she grabbed onto the railing and walked down the couple stairs. "dylan! fuck what happened?" she questioned biting down on her lip. "did she get into the hospital?" jaycie was out of breath. and the pain in gut was killing her. she felt all of the blood still oozing out of the wound.

"i've got to get you into the hospital," she said, throwing his arm around her. "or we are both going to bleed to death." she started walking up the stairs with dylan. her wound killing her. and she lost her breath a lot. but jaycie was strong willed. she wasn't going to die today. she wasn't going to let dylan die either. who knew lacey was so psycho. or that she was that bad of a schizophrenic.

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dylan ♥ tagged.
complete ♥ status.
yup got'cha. sucked sorry! ♥ occ.

[DYLAN MARSHALL TORRES]

i cried myself to sleep last night and the ghost of carl
he approached my window, i was hypnotized. i was asked to improvise
on the attitude, the regret of a thousand centuries of death

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He was staring at the gun, just like in his dreams it was in his hands... though, in his dreams he wasn't already shot. That's besides the point! He was arguing with himself. Was he afraid of death? He felt a swell of pain strike over him and something else too. He was too tired to think of what it could be... 'Dylan! fuck what happened?' Jaycie's voice pierced through the thoughts as he set the gun down besides him on the floor. Taking in a breath, he nodded to answer her question. Blood was smothering her gut completely. Worried, he mumbled "Get yourself to the hospital, you're bleeding!" Well, duh of course she's bleeding. She was fucking stabbed.

"No, you go... Don't-" He wanted to say 'don't worry about me.' but she already had him up in her arms. She was much stronger than he was... a lot stronger. Not physically but mentally... She was still fighting and going like the little energizer bunny. Dylan was giving up, he didn't want to fight anymore. She was... different. She was a drug addict. Fuck, that's not it. Whatever, he can't think about it. He can't analyze anymore.

"I tried to save her. But she did it anyway. I tried. I always fail, the ax always wins." he mumbled in a surprisingly childish, crying voice that wasn't his own. He closed his eyes and began praying, he tried to make the sign of the cross but half-way through the motion he gave up- too tired. He continued to mumble prayers, ignoring Jaycie. He was floating, not being carried to the hospital. He heard a teacher coming towards them, crying out 'What happened!?' right when he about passed out... ~~~~!!!

TAGGEDlacey&jaycie
STATUSfinished
LYRICCREDITsufjanstevens
COMMENTARYrofl i love jaycie

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[jaycie nina pierce]

"get yourself to the hospital, you're bleeding!" jaycie shook her head. "your the one with the bullet wound. they have to get that bitch the fuck out." she wasn't being her so sarcastic badass today. she was actually trying to help someone which was really nice of her to do. usually all she cared about doing is getting some snort. those nose clams where her favorites. and she couldn't let it go. no matter how much she wanted to quit she couldn't. that's why she was here she needed to be pushed into stopping. she couldn't stop. it was a monster that devoured your mind. made you crave it. and not give a shit about anyone else.

"no, you go... don't-" where the words coming out of dylan's mouth. "oh hush up you should feel special. i never do anything nice for anyone. and you don't tell me what to do dylan. you must have learned that already. i don't take shit from no one. don't even listen to one god damn person. what makes you so special?" she asked. "i tried to save her. but she did it anyway. i tried. i always fail, the ax always wins." which just made jaycie shake her head. "grow the fuck up dylan. have your balls dropped yet? and if not then i give you the whole reason to be a whiny ass baby," she said back to him. he was really acting like life's bitch today. sure he got shot but life isn't over yet. she was sure of it with everything in her heart. that there will be another tomorrow.

dylan was mumbling prayers which just made jaycie lose it. "there is no god. you have to do shit for yourself. no use having false hope." but by the time she finished her sentence he was passed the fuck out. "oh god, dylan you bitch! wake up!" she said as she slapped him around a couple times. the teacher came by and asked what was wrong. "what does it look like? he got shot and i got stabbed. just take him to the hospital. i can walk there." jaycie handed dylan to the male teacher. "enjoy."

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dylan ♥ tagged.
complete ♥ status.
;] we should make a new thread for lacey having a crush on him. ♥ occ.