The Basket Case

[supermccool-deactivated20160604]

                            Dallas was preoccupied, or he might have noticed the kid wincing and looking around like a frightened dog with his tail between his legs. Hell, any other day, Dallas would be sympathetic to it. Today he was in a bad mood, distracted, not eager to run through the same stories with kids again and again on some hunches and hope if he turned over the same stone enough times he was gonna find something he didn’t the first six times. “Yeah, yeah, you’re totally innocent, bein’ framed, I’ve heard the old stories kid.” He dropped the file down on the table, dropping into his chair with a loud sigh.

                             “If your story ain’t changin’, you wanna explain to me why other people’s stories are changin’ to put you a little too close to the crime scene for comfort, kid?” The more times someone was interviewed the more the story warped and twisted and they were getting further from the, truth, not closer to it. But he was supposed to hound down every lead until something came up, no matter if it was a lie or not.

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

  Daxton narrowed his gaze some, but dropped it in the process. “They are the same stories.” He stated his knee bounced slightly until he sat back and extended his legs to keep it from happening. The boy looked back up to the cop as he sat down, his eyes were distant as he looked to the man. Daxton knew that he made an excellent scapegoat hell he knew that now more than anything since he returned to school and saw what the students still thought of him despite the case being closed, or from what he thought it was.

  He rolled his eyes some, shaking his head slightly as he did so, “Because I threatened the kid, so they assume I followed through with it...but I clearly didn't have to. The kid did it himself..plus look at me, do I look or act like a killer to you?” Daxton’s words came smoothly as he tilted his head back and looked at the cop, he may have had his quirks, but he was no killer, at least he wasn’t pushed to that point yet.

[carterxmaterfis-deactivated2016]

Carter turned around and slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans as their steps fell in line. “Doesn’t mean I’m not faster,” she said as she glanced up at him, shoving the door to the back entrance of the school with her shoulder. She pulled one of her hands from her pockets and shielded her eyes from the sunlight. Her lips twitched into a small smile at the expression on his face; she never could resist a challenge. “I never said I thought I was a lost cause,” she said with a small shrug of her shoulders. “Teachers, administrators–most people I guess, they see what they wanna see.” Which most of the time wasn’t actually what was really there.

She folded her arms across her chest and paused, gnawing on the inside of her cheek. “First time setting a fire on campus,” Carter said after some careful consideration. He definitely didn’t need to know that she’d been to Juvie for destruction of personal property–though, she guessed there were some extenuating circumstances concerning that little illegal debacle.

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

 He huffed a small laugh though he didn’t argue with her, since he had no intentions of really finding out who would end up on top. Dax managed to slip pass the door as she pushed it open with her shoulder, making sure that she passed through it before the door fully closed. He lifted his hands some as if to signify that he meant no harm by the comment she seemed so focused on, “I was speaking in terms of how people see us, not how we see ourselves.”  At her remark he nodded agree with the statement, “True. Which is why its up to us to see what we wanna see.”

  As she paused he looked about, only to look back over at her after she spoke, “Well there is a first time for everything I guess.” As they walked he somewhat followed her, he had no real destination and no direction. He simply followed her cause so far it was entertaining him more than sitting in a class room.

[supermccool-deactivated20160604]

                        “Shit, you.” Dallas sighed, running one hand across his mouth to compose himself before he flew off the handle. Again. He forgot that a couple of the kids who gave statements were called back in to see if they wanted to… amend their stories if they were sticking to them. “Yeah, right. Up, let’s go.” He stood up, grabbing the file off his desk and tapping the kid in the arm with it, gesturing down the hall for him to follow. “We’re doin’ it now, kid, ain’t gonna wait around forever on you.”

                        He sighed, breezing past the people in the bullpen, and past the vending machines to a small interrogation room. He pushed open the door and gestured for the kid to go in, “Sit, let’s just get this over with, kid.”

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

 Daxton rose fully and placed his hands uneasily into his pockets. He had nothing to hide, but the whole situation made him uncomfortable none the less. “Yea, me.” he said as if he had grown used to hearing that upon his appearance. The kid obviously had accepted his place as an omega among the students, and he had no problem acknowledging it aloud at times, almost as if he enjoyed being least liked.

 As he exited the room he flinched some to the man hitting his shoulder lightly, almost as if he was prepared to defend himself in reflex. It almost was enough to make one wonder what kind of shit the kid went through, to react like a injured animal in a corner at the slightest action. He didn’t speak any more as he followed the man down the hall at his own pace, looking over everything and everyone as he walked before entering the room, “Agreed, though it will be short, cause nothing has changed...on my part that is.” he spoke as he moved to sit on the opposite end of the table.

[myfirebreathingbitchqueen]

character aesthetic: sirius black

“We’ve all got both light and dark inside us.”

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

Fuck The Police || Dax is Back

[henleybelmonte-deactivated20160]

“I guess I’m like the welcoming committee.” Henley answered, tilting her head to the side. “Or the unwelcoming committee.” What was the point in dancing around the obvious. Henley Belmonte was known to be a stone cold bitch. Many thought she was guilty, especially after prying the name of head cheerleader from Samantha’s cold dead hands. It was exhausting sometimes, being in the spot light constantly, implicated, and with someone the cops deemed more guilty, than she standing before her, Henley had perhaps jumped too much at the chance to talk. 

Why do you care so much? Why did she care so much? Curiosity? Perhaps she truly was intrigued by the other’s character. There wasn’t a previous occasion Henley could recall in which she had ever interacted with Daxton, and now that he appeared interesting to her, she couldn’t help herself. “I don’t care.” The blonde lied, folding her arms. “There’s always drama on the cheer squad. Do you honestly think we just cheer? No. You’re just… new. A lot more interesting than those bitches.”

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

 “You said it, not me.” he added with a shift in his stance as she corrected herself for being unwelcoming. Daxton never paid much attention to those around him, when he was an outcast before all of this he accepted it, and only really got into a fight when he felt he had something to prove to those who constantly seemed to beat him down. Now that people had a reason to be aware of him, even if that reason had been proven wrong, he was getting more attention than he was before without a doubt. Part of him used that negative light to his advantage, it kept people away from him.

 Dax lifted his brows as she stated that she didn’t care, he motioned between them, as if to signify that she clearly did, or she wouldn’t have been wasting her time with him. “Really?” he answered in a laugh as she called him new, “I’ve been here since before Romeo and Juliet kicked the bucket..” He rolled his eyes before looking back down at her, “Really? what makes me interesting now?” with a shrug he touched back on her question about what he thought cheerleaders did, “Nah, I was pretty sure you guys were some secret feminist cult that had kinky seances and shit to honor Venus or something,” he taunted with a grin.

[supermccool-deactivated20160604]

                       Dallas leaned his head forward, trying to relieve some of the pounding pressure as he held his cell phone too tight in one hand, just about two steps from turning into the damn Hulk. “No, Lee-Ann, I can’t– If you– I’m not sending you–” He grit his teeth, digging his other hand into the edge of his desk. “Look, if you wanted my pay check, you should have thought of that before you just about ran me out the damn town!” He jerked the phone away from his ear like it was burning him, slamming down the red button to hang up on her.

                       He sighed and pushed one hand through his hair. His phone hit the desk with a smack, pinching the bridge of his nose with the hand that was just holding the phone. “Alright, onto you, what the hell do you want?” Dallas looked at the person standing at his desk, really not looking forward to any more bullshit.

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

 Daxton sat like a deer in headlights, the students was one front he could maintain, hell half of them feared him due to the rumors that surfaced before the case was closed as a suicide. But cops always scared him,especially the one who seemed so on edge before him. It caused the younger male to pick at the edge of the chair arms he sat in, his eyes adverted onto different things in the room in order to not feel like he was listening in on a conversation he had no part in.

 Once the man spoke to him he froze and slowly turned his head to meet the man’s eyes, “Uh, I was told to come in, and do a follow up for some reason?” His fingers tapped against the arms nervously, “I thought you guys were done with me? but uh, I can come back another time...if now, isn't good for you.” in fact he started to stand some, hoping to have been dismissed. Though he knew better than to think anything could ever be that simple in this town.

[carterxmaterfis-deactivated2016]

 Carter arched an eyebrow and rested her elbow on top of the counter. “And what makes you think that I’m wasted youth?” she said as her lips twisted into a small smirk. She glanced at the burning worksheet out of the corner of her eye and shrugged her shoulders slightly. “Alright, so maybe I’m a wasted youth–but are you suggesting that my only purpose in this world is to get you out of Chemistry early.” Carter grabbed her Chemistry textbook and her notebook full of mostly doodles and sketches, sliding them into her bag as she made sure to avoid eye contact with the teacher. “I can’t make any promises,” she said, raising her voice slightly so he could hear her over the sound of the fire alarm. 

Carter adjusted the strap of her bag back onto her shoulder and folded her arms across her chest as she turned to leave. She would’ve been fine with leaving it at that; she didn’t need anymore friends, and she didn’t want anymore friends. But then he had to go and ask her if she wanted to go with him. Carter turned back around and her lips were poised to say, ‘no thanks,’ but instead she said, “I guess.” She brushed past him and turned around, walking backwards for a moment. “If you can keep up.” 

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

  He stood there with a grin plastered to his face, when she finally turned and walked past him he nodded to her words, “You are shorter.” he commented offhandedly as he turned to follow her, taking a few steps to match her pace, “And what I meant my wasted youth, was not meant to be offensive, it takes one to see one. And I don't think its’ a bad thing.” He shrugged, walking with his hands in his jacket pockets. “you did say you hardly showed up to classes, annnndd” he looked upwards as if trying to pull it from his memory in a smart ass kinda way, “You did say the teachers probably see you as a lost cause.” He arched a brow, as if daring her to try and deny her own words.

 As he walked towards the exit, not really following her though it could have appeared as such he nodded back to the direction they had come from, “So was that just a quick thinking thing, or have you done shit like that before?”

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

Fuck The Police || Dax is Back

[henleybelmonte-deactivated20160]

“You should see us without our skirts.” Henley went on. “Not that someone like you would ever get such an opportunity.” She followed with laughter, both light and naturally flirtatious. “Enough with the them and us bullshit. Haven’t you noticed people talking about you now? Your name’s on the map and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Finally, Henley stepped back, regaining her personal space before flipping her golden ponytail behind her shoulder. “So, what did you do that implicated you so much? Why were the police so interested in you above everyone else?”

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

 Her words caused him to lift his chin some,  in regards to her comment about their skirts he glanced down at hers and shrugged some, “Threaten me with a good time.” With a roll of his eyes he kept the smug smile on his face as she spoke of his chances, “I think you severely underestimate someone like me and the opportunities that come my way.” He broke eye contact to look away once more, “Of course I’ve noticed, I mean it got you to talk to me didn’t it?” he grinned down at her at she moved back first.

 Her question pried on and Daxton was unsure how to answer her without making himself seem guilty of something, “I threatened the asshole in front of the wrong people I guess..” he said, in honesty he wasn’t sure what made the cops so focused on him, other than it was the one thing they could make sense of in the whole situation. “My turn?” he suddenly fired back with a grin, “Why do you care so much? the case was closed, and my hands are clean.” he held them up slowly, “for now.” He let out a laugh, “Is there no drama on the squad for you to leech onto? or is this really an opportunity in the making.” He wiggled his brows, in efforts to try and disinterest her from interrogating him further.

[carterxmaterfis-deactivated2016]

Carter nodded her head slightly and scanned over the first instruction, fiddling with the cap of her pen. “Isn’t that high school’s specialty? Teaching us things we won’t need,” she said as she blew a piece of hair out of her eyes. Carter glanced up at the teacher when the boy spoke and her lips fell into a small smirk. “I think most of the teachers here have given up on me. Guess they know a lost cause when they see one.” Pausing, she tapped her fingers on top of the counter and chewed on the inside of her cheek. She was on probation; if she fucked up again she’d be sent back to Juvie, and she could kiss her adoption goodbye. At least for another year or so. But if it were an accident  .  .  .  Carter grabbed the lab report and made sure the teacher wasn’t looking before she slid it towards the open flame. 

The things she’d do to get out of class; she just should’ve stayed home. “Okay, so this is going to go one of two ways: the fire alarm is going to go off and then we can split, or we’re going to die. Personally, that’s a price I’m willing to pay.” She glanced at the paper quickly being engulfed by the flame. By the time the teacher noticed the smoke had triggered the sprinklers and the alarm system. “You’re welcome,” she said as she slid her bag over her shoulder and started walking towards the door. 

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

 As she spoke Dax nodded to her words although his interest was caught when she spoke of herself being a lost cause, “Even wasted youth like us have a purpose, places like this just keep us from discovering it.” he smirked at her as he watched her from the corner of his eye. Like that devil on someone’s shoulder he grinned seeing her attempt to light the paper on fire, “See you do have purpose, it’s just not what they would want,” he nodded towards the teacher as he spoke. His gaze fell upon the paper as it lit slowly, “After you...though I really don’t want to die right now, so if that could not happen that’d be great.” he smarted before following her lead and picking up his binder while they made their way out.

 As the exited the door he kept walking, “Thanks.” he said as if that would have been the end of it, it was clear he wasn’t the type to go out of his way to make friends, but he stopped for a moment and turned back to her, “You ditching this place with me or what?” he smarted, standing with his hands in his jacket pockets.

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

Here comes trouble, shut the front door                      You need to not give a shit a little more                                   Tomorrow's not here and yesterday's gone                                               It's half past fuck it with the caps lock on

Hold up, how do I look? Fucked up like Bobby Brown's cheque book Ozzy Osbourne stopped doing Mai-Tai-Chi The type that made Diddy lose his P Where we are is where the line begins This ain't your Mom (not any dick gets in) Then there's no way you'll get past her She'll dress like an extra from a beer commercial Here comes trouble, shut the front door You need to not give a shit a little more Tomorrow's not here and yesterday's gone It's half past fuck it with the caps lock on V-I-P between two bean diddlers Fucking with them forties like Adolf Hitler Retard and feathered, withdrawn and quartered Hands in the air like we jumped the border J-Lo rent's got something to show me While her fat friend pretends that she doesn't know me Do it for Johnny! Bring it home for Jerome! Fuck them college girls like Stafford Loans Here comes trouble, shut the front door You need to not give a shit a little more Tomorrow's not here and yesterday's gone It's half past fuck it with the caps lock on An asshole, why sure what's that? What would Johnny Cash do? We're gonna bring the party to you! You'll be pissing someone else's blood before we're through We're gonna bring the party to you! Here comes trouble, shut the front door You need to not give a shit a little more Tomorrow's not here and yesterday's gone It's half past fuck it with the caps lock on An asshole, why sure what's that? What would Johnny Cash do? We're gonna bring the party to you! You'll be pissing someone else's blood before we're through We're gonna bring the party to you! Up out on the roof, twist off the wine tops Slow dance with girls as the Miami bass drops Up out on the roof, twist off the wine tops Slow dance with girls as the Miami bass drops Here comes trouble, shut the front door You need to not give a shit a little more Tomorrow's not here and yesterday's gone It's half past fuck it with the caps lock on [x2] It's half past fuck it with the caps lock on [x8]

[nopingoutnathan-blog]

Nathan picked up two things about the boy the moment he walked in the door. First that his entire demeanor seemed off kilt, perhaps the boy felt that he was constantly under scrutiny; that he was constantly under examination. Second that he was a nervous wreck; this definitely wasn’t the way a cold blooded killer would hold himself. This is the only reason he had dismissed the boy as a potential suspect in his review of the case prior to their meeting. Nathaniel in truth had gathered an impressive amount of information on the students of the high school. Including a list of possible medical illnesses he should be looking for when dealing with the children. Sure he was a counselor at the school, but he would always be a doctor first and therapist second. 

Nathaniel nodded to the boy as he finally took a seat, Nathaniel intentionally waited until the boy was seated to speak. He wanted to meet the boy on equal level, this ensured that physically at least; the subject wasn’t feeling imposed upon. “Indeed, That does of course come with some immediate pros and cons.” He offered a serious look, “Normally we would have to go through the boring first introductions, but I took the liberty of thoroughly reading through your files and transcripts prior to our meeting.” His face faded to a warmer, friendlier one as he spoke “I’m Doctor Nathaniel Schuyler. You can call me Nathan though if you’d prefer… And you are Daxton correct? We’re apparently meeting at the request of…” He stood and closed the door, noticing that the boy had no intention of doing so. He must be more comfortable with these things being discussed publicly then Nathan had originally thought. “At the request of the police? What’s with that? I know what the file says, but want to hear your views.”

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

 Dax let his gaze travel about the office before he met the eyes of the man before him, “I guess.” he said in a drawled tone, like he was tolerating it because he had been forced to. If the guy wasn’t a renowned psychologist Daxton might have found that he already read his file weird, but he trusted the mans job title, and if anything that meant he at least cared enough to go out of his way to search for and actually read the files.

  This caused Dax to ease into the chair a bit, “Alright Nathan, you can call me Dax” he stated in a mused tone. Dax watched the man from over his shoulder as he closed the door, his figner nails picked at the edges of the chair he sat in to hide how it made him suddenly feel due to the years of being cornered in such ways across the campus, however Daxton still shrugged, “I really can’t speak on it, I mean...I threaten that Jockstrap and a few days later he ends up killing himself..” Daxton looked to the man and sat back some, “Sad that the bullies cant seem to take the heat the way the ones they fuck with can, eh?”

[superstonedscott-blog]

Scott had picked his target with intention, this guy obviously wasnt having the best of times in this dull classroom. In fact he looked like he could use a good bail out of this brig. He wagged both of his fingers at the guy but stopped and replaced the look on his face with that of genuine surprise. “No way! Come on say it with some confidence. You are THE mother fucking Daxter. Not Duh Duh Daxter.” Even half drunk Scott knew that name. He had seen it on that psyche-evaluator’s desk last week when he was arrested for a pub brawl that he may or may not have started. He tapped his hands on the boy’s desk before leaning in and whispering to him, “I may or may not have slipped Joan Rivers over there a Klonopin or three. You could get up and walk out of here right now and he would never be the wiser.” He hiked a thumb over his shoulder at the obviously inebriated teacher. He hopped up on the teacher’s desk.”SO what’s it gunna be children of the corn? Another hour and a half of endless waves of numbers crashing down on you like hookers on benjamins or a free day off?” He pointed to the door, “Freedom is that way Daxter!” he leaned in close again, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Or would you prefer to be the main exhibit at the freakshow for a bit longer?” He motioned towards the other students who still seemed to be more focused on their fellow classmate than they were the half nude alcoholic.

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

 Dax looked up at the half naked man on his desk, for a moment he wondered how to shit had the school gone for a man to be getting away with this for as long as he was. In honesty it excited Dax, perhaps this boring little town was finally stating to flip its lid. ‘Dax-ton.” he said more clearly, hearing his name mispronounced twice had gotten him to speak up some. Daxton glanced past the man’s shoulder and looked to the teacher, “Works for me.”

 He said as he got up and slipped his binder under his arm. He didn’t bother to look back at the man, since he figured the man would have followed him out. Daxton did however stop beyond the door and look back before walking with the man, “Do you always show up here like this, and this is my first time witnessing it?” he spoke. “Thanks for that by the way, I swear I was starting to feel the holes being burned into by soul with their fuckin’ death glares.”

[askboxmemethings]

It’s TMI Tuesday! Ask my muse anything you want and they’ll have to answer honestly.

Originally posted by skreenedtees

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

Fuck The Police || Dax is Back

[henleybelmonte-deactivated20160]

Once more Henley smirked, a thousand secrets hidden at her lips; but she refused to free them. Not to Dax. Not to anyone. “I know my name is written on countless police reports, and I know what people whisper about at school. People think I had the most to gain from Sam’s death, but why would I kill Landon? He was cute. If I did it, surely I’d have just knocked miss perfect off her high horse and picked up the pieces - including her hot boyfriend. Makes no sense.” A pause. Henley stood still, holding her ground despite the other’s close stance to her own. The cheerleader was far from intimidated by Daxton; she was the one people were meant to fear, not he. Unless he truly was the killer… “Maybe we both did it.” She suggested. “But honestly. We all did it. Every single person who wished them dead, or pulled a prank on them or shaped them into the monsters they became.“

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

 He lifted a brow some, showing a very obvious false interest in what she spoke to him, he rocked back onto the heels of his boots and smirked one that rivaled hers, “Did you gain the most?” he questioned tactfully, he rolled his eyes and shrugged some, “Maybe the guy tried to defend her, and you are a lot more dangerous than that skirt lets on.” he played into her little theories, though he really didn’t care if she was behind the murders or not, it was a weight off him regardless.

 “If we did it then we must be pretty good at covering our asses, cause we made it look like it was self inflicted, oh wait!” he commented smoothly as his grin turned wicked, “It was self inflicted.” It was clear that the boy felt a knew sense of self, the one guy who had been the source of his hell was dead, and the accusations before clearly still had their hold on his name, cause people saw him differently since, and he fed into that. “No body shaped them into anything they didn’t make the mold for to begin with.” He fired back, though his voice stayed indifferent, “See you popular kids got it all wrong, you don’t see anything you do in a negative light. You think other people push you into what you guys become, but you don’t realize how you push other people twice as hard, and you guys don’t see the monster you make in them.”

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

Your character has to wear a sign with their biggest insecurity on it, what does it say?

‘What makes you think I am even insecure?”

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

have you ever kissed someone?

“Hasn’t everyone?”

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

Have you ever killed someone?