Fuel My Lungs

Georgie Darcie || Sixteen || American || Sadistic Personality Disorder || Paranoia || Confined after killing her mother and accidentally killing her young brother on separate occasions.

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Comes & Goes / Jane & Georgia

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  Jane did roll her eyes, happy that the darkness shielded the other girl from seeing it. In a deadpan voice, she retorted again, with one word. “Fun.” It had started off as a lie, but then she realized how great this actually was, breaking rules in the dark. And immediately after her reply, a couple spatulas went flying through the air, hitting the wall behind the other girl. Since those were made from plastic, they didn’t make as much noise as Jane had hoped for.

[georgia-darcie]

Georgia flinched at the sound of the object smacking the wall. "This isn't exactly my idea of fun," she said with a sigh. "Are you just into really destructive shit? Is that why you're here?"

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Comes & Goes / Jane & Georgia

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  Since the other girl’s voice didn’t register in Jane’s mind as dangerous, she finished reaching for the utensils and roughly threw them to the tiled floor with a loud bang. She was sure people in the cafeteria could hear. Once the last spoon hit the floor, Jane finally answered. “I won’t allow the silence to be deafening.” She rummaged through another drawer, “Pots, glass, spoons, forks, the works. That’s what. You should have a go, if you’re up for it.”

[georgia-darcie]

She blinked. "I still don't understand the purpose." She would've rolled her eyes but since the girl couldn't see it, it wouldn't bug her and there would be no point. Instead, Georgia crossed her arms and stared at the figure as she opened the drawers.

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Comes & Goes / Jane & Georgia

Jane had decided she liked the kitchen best. Mostly because she was the only one in it, or so she thought. It comforted her, made her feel safe, and it’s all she wanted in this darkness that seemed to consume all of Knollwood. And her thoughts, well they were starting to consume her. Each thought graced with Layla, or Nathan, and… Damian, too. Which just confused her more. She reached for one of the pots hanging in the kitchen and threw it down. It clattered against the floor with a loud bang, echoing throughout the space. Next, Jane grabbed a glass container that held what she thought was rice and dropped it. The glass shattered against the cold, tiled floor, the sound like music to her ears as it distracted her worrisome, tired mind. As she outstretched her hands, this time for utensils, footsteps coming near caught her off guard and Jane spun on spot, staring wide eyed through the pitch black, attempting to catch sight of who it was.

[georgia-darcie]

Georgia stopped about ten feet from the figure, she heard something crash and wasn't exactly eager to get near it. She didn't think she knew this person, they didn't look too familiar. Then again who did in pitch blackness? "What the hell was that?" She referenced the noise.

[mitchell-caverly]

  Hi.

[georgia-darcie]

Why are you just staring like that?

[naominextdoor]

  Oh, okay… Um, my therapist recommended it…? Yeah.

[georgia-darcie]

"Why would you need to see a therapist in the first place?"

[naominextdoor]

  Oh, um, right. Of course. There’s, there is a pool. It’s never crowded since only a few amount of people at a time are allowed in. How, uh, does that sound?

[georgia-darcie]

"Magical..."

"Nevermind that I guess. Why are you in here anyway?"

[aidanxvice-blog]

"I, um, I have PTSD and General Anxiety Disorder, s-so…depends on your definition.  What about you?  And…what’s your name?"

[georgia-darcie]

"Alright. I'm Georgia. Sadistic Personality and Paranoia apparently."

[theoneandonly-veronica-blog]

  "I killed a person…"

"…..Or six."

[georgia-darcie]

"And why'd you do that?"

[georgia-darcie]

"Sorry, can I help you?"

[mitchell-caverly]

[georgia-darcie]

"Um. Hello?"

[georgia-darcie]

"Sorry, can I help you?"

[naominextdoor]

  Well… What is it you like to do? There’s, uh, a few things here and there.

[georgia-darcie]

What I like to do doesn't have a lot of relevance to what we're allowed to do here.

[aidanxvice-blog]

  "It’s n-not bad.  It’s quiet, and it’s pretty big."

[georgia-darcie]

"Okay. Sounds cool I guess. So why are you in here? You don't seem raging mad at least."

[georgia-darcie]

"Hi, excuse me, I’m bored. What is there to do here?"

[theoneandonly-veronica-blog]

"I’m fourteen and who said I wanted to get laid?"

[georgia-darcie]

"Nevermind...So why are you in here?"

[theoneandonly-veronica-blog]

  "I’m not the one who would actually eat one."

[georgia-darcie]

"Right because you're 10 and also will never get laid in your entire life."

[theoneandonly-veronica-blog]

  "…you’re actually disgusting."

[georgia-darcie]

"I'm not the one who just told someone else to eat a dick."