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@defective-melody
"Yeah, why not? Itās not like I have anything to do. I can try to give you a tour, if you want, but the problem is thereās just not a lot of interesting shit around. Lucky for you though, Iām great at making things interesting."
"I could use something, anything just need to get out of this place for a while. I'd prefer it permanent but if you knew that I doubt you'd be here. Know any noisy places around this prison?"
On The Couch
Erik watched in approval as her tongue darted out and traced his lip, wondering himself what her lips tasted like. āAnything and everything,ā he said softly. āSomething you want? I can get it for you? Something you want to see? I can show you. Something you want to feel? The list is endless, beautiful, I can offer you whatever it is you want.āĀ
The words were like a familiar taste of ecstasy, memories flowing free in an effortless wave as she eased closer. Her hand reached out, fingernails that were chipped from peeling wallpaper to negate silence running along his shoulders in careful rolling ticks. As the voices in her memory picked up she hummed a mismatched tune, following an uneven path down his chest and pressing an index finger to his heart.
"Feeling's overrated don't ya think? Easier when things are numb, then you can make anything you want happen, all you do is take yourself there. An offer like that though, getting anything I want, I might just test that action of yours? But you shouldn't offer without knowing what I want. What if you don't like what I ask for?"
The walls are just new chains.
"No one should go extended periods of time without hearing music. We might just have to find a way to remedy that." Ember smiled a friendly smile, always eager to entertain in anyway that fit. "All music is there to like! I like it all, but my favorite is Rock & Roll." She grinned. "Always wanted to have a little band, but it didnāt really work with all the travelling and the family business."
"Rock and Roll huh? Is that what that music does to you?"Ā The jovial giggle left her lips as she wrapped fingers around her wrists, ticking through noisy echoes of white noise as she rocked aimlessly. "Oh you wanted to have a band? I know that moving around so much it's hard to keep in touch sometimes. What was the family business?"Ā
The walls are just new chains.
"Thanks. I like Melody." She smiled. "Probably because Iāve always liked music." She sighed. "Yeah, Iāve never been the best at it. I learned a few basic things for easy escape tricks, but nothing impressive by any means." She leaned onto her palm, resting her elbow on her knee. "So, we havenāt really talked much, have we?"Ā
"Music, it's been a while since I've really heard music." She was wistful for it, needing to always hear the sounds rolling through her with echoes of emotion all given freely by some other human being who didn't judge or deem her not enough to share in their discoveries. She of course shouldn't have needed it, after all there were hidden messages that could have led her astray but now, now she knew so much more about the world. She'd been trained enough not to be tricked or drawn into lies. "No we haven't after all I'm new haven't really met but a few people. So what music is there to like? What do you like?"
Ā Yes indeedā all the goods are still intact. Which is good ācause I donāt actually have a single clue how insurance works anyway, so itād probably be safe to assume that I donāt have any." Glancing over at the new girl, he gave a polite smile. "Oh, and Iām Aaron, by the way. I could show you where the lake is, if you donāt already know, but donāt expect me to jump in with you."
"Good to hear,Ā I'm Melody or Mel whatever rolls off your tongue. You'd show me the lake really? I haven't really explored the place yet so I'd like a little tour if you're offering?" Ā
On The Couch
"Lets get something straight here- you tryĀ anything with me, and I will crush you like the insect you are. Like I said- youāre not worth my time. Get that through your head and next time we talk, - no wait, we wonāt talk again. Come near me again, and youāll regret it.ā Damian warned, feigning an attack before turning to walk off, hands in his pockets.
"Good to know, a helpless little thing like me has to keep important things like that in mind." She stored away the words with a thoughtful look. Interesting, she'd always liked a bit of trouble. Maybe this place could be more fun than she thought. A sudden empty look came in her eyes as he moved to attack her, brown eyes fading out into the numb thoughtlessness where nothing hurt because it shouldn't and couldn't. Even pain was rightly deserved and best to not show, that was bad service. Once she came back she felt her cheeks, warm from fear but not sore to the touch. It seemed like no bruises this time, good she wouldn't have to switch back to that longer makeup routine. "Well I've never had any regrets...but if we talk again it looks like I'll have the chance to try one on for size." She shrugged with an even curl of lips moving to flop back onto the couch, waving a quick goodbye.Ā
On The Couch
"I think you missed the part where I said youāre not worth my time. You really arenāt even worth this conversation, and the only reason why weāre having it is so that I can let you know just how little you are compared to me. Get used to the fact that here in Brookhaven, youāre at the bottom of the ladder- hell, in the real world youāre at the bottom of the ladder. And people like me will always be at the top. And wipe that bullshit smile off your face, itās not fooling anyone." Damian returned, snapping at her, using every ounce of his self-control to not punch the girl just to prove his point.
"I'm worth more than you could know honey." She let the words free despite pretense and plans pursing her lips before they curled in a quickened grin. "You know something about being on top?" She stepped closer this time a smirk curling on her lips. "One little mistake, it all comes down. I don't mind being on the bottom, prefer it actually because no one expects anything from someone so beneath them." She knew better, people were all the same really. They all had something or someone that would be the trigger to rip their life apart. It was more fun with people like this, those who had such idiotic ideas about her that were lies because of jealousy. They all wished they were wanted for thousands a night like her, wished they could live a life of ease without having to even handle the business and knowing she'd be taken care of. People like him were just jealous like Moskvin always said.Ā
On The Couch
"I could show you," he smirked, leaning foreword on the couch. "If you show me."Ā
She eased back just a tad curling her tongue to lick the side of her lip to taste the hint of berry gloss. This wasn't work, no time to waste on fun usually but...there was no reason she had to get rusty. "Hm, admission to this show is a little high though I might think of letting you slip in the back depends tho' what does a man of action like you have to offer me?"
"Quick PSA: The lake is now cold enough to freeze off even Jack Frostās mcnuggets. 0/10, would not recommend."
"Hope everything's in tact, if not I'm sure you have insurance. Tho a jump in the lake sounds fun, anything's better than being stuck up in this stuffy place all day."
On The Couch
Evelyn thought over the girlās questionā making a face of distaste. Ā āDepends on who you ask. Ā Thereās a lot of kids who think they run this school and a lot of kids who want to. Ā Honestly, I havenāt heard much from the beginning of my stay here up until now. Ā Still, at the end of the day, I havenāt seen anyone actually take charge and complete control over things before. Ā From what Iāve gathered, itās the ones who think they run the school who are going to get stepped on because theyāve put themselves under too much of a spotlight, and they think they can handle more than they can.ā
"Sounds pretty wild. Heh it's same game as where I came from just new players, there's always somebody at the top to get in good with. I'm not interested in running nothing all I want is a one way ticket out. You know who I look up for that?" Maybe the place wasn't like she thought. It wasn't like old horror movies she'd sneaked and watched as a kid before she'd learned that they polluted the mind. No this place was just a sewer she had to crawl through to get to the top. It almost felt like home expect her work there had more class.Ā
On The Couch
"Iām not really much of a talking type guy," he laughed, running a hand through his hair. "I prefer action over words. What about you, beautiful? You seem like the action type to me."Ā
Words like that brought in memories and she couldn't help the wistful smile that curled on her lips. "Handsome and smart, you're the whole combo aren't ya. You got me right, actions speak louder than words. Makes me wonder what you've really got to say."Ā
On The Couch
Evelyn shook her headā narrowing her eyes in lack of understanding. Ā āI get that youāre trying to do the whole deep metaphor thing, butā¦ Ā Bricks? Ā Full of secrets? Ā Or anything genuinely interesting at all? Ā Your metaphor, like those bricks, is full of shit.ā
An unfortunate thing about Evelyn is that most of what she said could come across as rudeā she just never really took the time to monitor her mouth or the things that came out of it. Ā She had too many impulses and thoughts to keep in check to fret over hurting someoneās feelings. Ā āYouāre fine so long as you donāt call me Whitney, babe.ā Ā She said simply, leaning back into her chair and pushing it so that its hind legs were all it could balance on. Ā āSince I think I like you, consider this Honesty Hour or some bullshit like that. Ā You ask me anything about this academy, and Iāll answer you truthfully.ā
"I'll try to remember that." She let a short chortle at something that was finally familiar in this place, an insult how interesting. She held her tongue forcing back the words she wanted to speak. This wasn't how you made friends, not that she intended to make friends but she needed to at least have allies, something while she was trapped in this place. Do whatever it takes to survive. "Alright, who runs this place and how do you get out?"
The walls are just new chains.
"Iām sorry you got locked in my room of all places. Itās not exactly clean." She laughed a little bit. "Iām afraid we havenāt met yet." She walked back over to sit on the edge of her bed once again. "Iām Ember." She wasnāt a face of being cooped up anywhere. She was already cooped up in the academy, but now she was locked in the confines of her own room. Being raised in the circus had not prepared her for being stuck in one place. "You donāt happen to know how to pick a lock, do you?"
"Never been interested in anything too clean. Dirt shows a place has been lived in. And I'm Mel' or Melody. You can call me whatever comes out easiest. I've picked a few locks back home, nothing fancy like these though. Does this happen a lot?" She questioned, nervously kicking a foot in light tapsĀ against the wall to negate the silence.
On The Couch
"Iām Diana Lopez and Iām only relatively new here." She gave a motion towards the other girl. "They like to call me a feminist extremist. What is it theyāve labeled you with?"
She bit her lip hating to even speak the words. "I'm Melody, Melody Tennant but you can call me Mel if you want. They...Stockholm Syndrome..." She phased out thinking of the twisting pain in her chest every time they slandered and lied about the person who gave her everything. Looking up out of daze she glanced at the girl in confusion. "Feminist?What's a feminist?"
On The Couch
At the last statement that she made, Damian couldnāt help but take some offense, glaring down at her as he cracked his knuckles, āWatch your tongue, kid. You donāt know me, and you donāt know what I can and canāt afford. If you did, youād damn well know that I can afford damn near anything that I fucking want. You got that?ā Damian asked, making himself look as threatening as possible as he kept glaring at her before getting up, āAnd the kinds of meals you serve arenāt worth my time.ā He added, the wheels turning as he realized just what she was talking about. And he didnāt deal with prostitution. Not when he could get it for free.
The instinct kicked in at the crack of knuckles and she only grinned brighter taking another step back with hands fiddling at her sides. Survive. Her eyes darted to nearby tables searching for weapons and exits. She'd done this everyday easier than breathing, occupational hazard. "Well we're both in luck then because this little detour at Brookhaven has closed up shop. Hate that you can't prove me wrong really I mean it but unless there's an easy way to wire cash there's no amount of money you could pay me to do business with you. No offense to you of course it's just good business" She managed to wedge the cookie cutter smile on her lips once more, feeling that dust of heat in her chest spread and tighten her throat.Ā
On The Couch
"A little thing like you? Doubt you could hold me for as long as the last chick I killed." He returned with a shrug, smirking a bit more as he looked over at her. "And theyāre not bringing me anything. Youāre the one who offered herself up for me to eat, and didnāt they? Shame. Everyone here knows that death is right around the cornerā¦" He added, moving a bit closer to her.
"Oh I'm not offering myself for your meal. I'm just saying if you're hungry by all means go find yourself something to eat. I stay out of the who, what, and where." She matched his smirk with an even shrug and grin of her own, taking a step back as she preferred a little distance. That was life, sometimes people got killed, beat down, and bruised. She'd had her fair share of it and didn't see why anyone else deserved more of a chance. It made you strong even if you were still weak.
"After all, the kind of meals I serve you can't afford."Ā
The walls are just new chains.
Ember glanced up from her bed, sighing at her unfortunate visitor. āLocked, Iām guessing?ā She threw her feet over the side of her bed before walking to the door to try it for herself. āIt might as well beā¦ Though, I do have those candles you were looking for.ā
"I'm okay with being in the dark. It's comfortable, you never know what's coming so you prepare for anything." She'd been in the dark more than she could remember, a lot less at first in her starting days. They said something about her age back then, mentioning that some customers might feel more secure if they could see her. It seemed a little curious how they sometimes paid extra and specifically picked her in her youth and inexperience over the older more seasoned women. Moskvin told her it was because she was more skilled and more beautiful than the rest, he was always saying such kind things to ease her worries.
