Chaos killed the dinosaurs.

Just call me JD. There are no stupid questions, just stupid people.

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mari-jenn-uana:

“Sounds like you’ve got quite the story. I’ll try not to pry, but you seem to interesting to leave alone. You’ve got that dark and what-a-cruel-world-let’s-toss-ourselves-in-the-abyss type of ambience about you. I like that.” She hoped this didn’t come out to flirty, but something was so intriguing about him. His eyes were so dark, his skin so light. No one that physically perfect can be mentally stable. She didn’t really have anything to lose, anyway.

Originally posted by slayere

JD smirked, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and placing one between his teeth before offering her one. “Yeah, well you’ve got that fuck-the-institution-and-everything-it-stands-for sort of vibe, so I could say the interest is mutual.”

“Tell me, Jenn, exactly how much of a hopeless abyss is this place?”

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mobyduke:

“Your Payless sneakers are ten dollars. My vocabulary, like everything else about me, is priceless,”

“But orchestra and concert band? Chamber and concert choir? There are many courses that we could just combine and no one would really care or even notice. As for the system, another one would just rise up. It’s human nature and I’d be at the top of that one too,”

“Priceless is a relative term. Anything that’s cheap technically doesn’t have a price.”

"I suppose you’d eliminate the teachers who put all of their time into those subjects and have the PE teachers attempt to lead vocal warm ups in their free period.”

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thecheerleaderheather:

“And why is that?”

"Because everyone knows that Romeo and Juliet die in the end. Hardly a timeless romance. On the contrary, they ran out of time.”

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you-just-got-rammed:

“Watch it Jackass, that was my uncle’s cousin’s best friend’s name and he was one of the greatest male contortionists of all time.”

“I’m too lazy to kick your ass right now but if I wasn’t you’d be done.”

"Oh, a contortionist? How impressive. I’m sure he, unlike you, has some interesting stories to share.”

[helpersofindie-archive]

CHARACTER AESTHETIC: modern day bonnie and clyde

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you-just-got-rammed:

“Shocking that you don’t know who I am already, the name is Ram. “

“Like the sheep?”

“How... unique.”

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mari-jenn-uana:

“Ah, so I’m not the only one who got another wonderful popularity poll? This school is fucked, but you get used to it.” Jenn sat down next to the mystery boy and smiled confidently. “Jenn Mendoza. High school ‘Burnout.’ And you are?”

Originally posted by malcolmpovder

JD chuckled, glancing over at the girl. She was on her own, too--perhaps this full was full of rejects, just like him. “Jason Dean, high school almost-dropout. Well, if you consider I keep switching schools, you could almost pretend I’ve dropped out of the previous ones.”

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very-veronicasawyer:

Had that been a smile or a smirk? With this boy, was there any distinction? Veronica shifted her books in her hands, some collections of threadbare essays on authors she’d long since analyzed herself, before placing them onto the ground next to her bag. “Hey, can I bum one from you? Unless you’re as stingy with your contraband as you are with your name.”

Veronica hoped that biting her lip hadn’t been visible. God, this kid was clever. “Mine’s Veronica, by the way. Sawyer. In case the folks at home grill you about socializing on your first day.”

JD nodded in silence, shaking a cigarette halfway out of the pack and holding the carton out to her. He gripped his own between his teeth, pulling a lighter out and flicking it on for her, the open flame flickering between their faces.

“Funny. I didn’t peg you for a rebel, Veronica Sawyer.”

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mobyduke:

“Seeing as how you go to Westerburg I sincerely doubt that. Besides, it isn’t stupid. It’s simple math. If some programs and classes were cut, such as our redundant music programs, then that money could be spent elsewhere and for more useful purposes,”

“Nice use of the word redundant. I didn’t realize high school princesses had ten-dollar vocabularies.”

“You cut those programs, you cut people’s joy in life; their reason to come to class every day. High school is a system; a hierarchy. If people gave up on the system, where would that leave you?”

[jason--deans-blog]

“That’s probably the stupidest thing I’ve heard all day.”

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very-veronicasawyer:

Veronica watched the milky gray wisps of smoke float up toward the sky; the sharp smell of tobacco and ash very gently stung her nose. She leaned against the wall of the B wing, sizing up the new boy. “You’re right. Two people both being aware of the most famous French writer in history definitely qualifies as fate.” She held back a chuckle, reminding herself that no one seemed to think she was as funny as she did.

The longer she watched, the less she knew about him. He certainly gave nothing away in the short, clipped sentences he’d spoken to her. “Hey, you know, I didn’t catch your name.”

JD took a long drag from his cigarette, watching as the tendrils of smoke swirled slowly up into the air, making the atmosphere ever so slightly more toxic. A corner of his mouth twitched into what could almost be considered a smile, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. He looked at the girl, turning his head just a hair in order to blow smoke away from her face.

It was like a game every time. The more mysterious he made himself seem, the more people liked him. The more people liked him, the more fun it was to push them away. He stared at her, flicking the ashes again absentmindedly.

“I didn’t throw it.”

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thecheerleaderheather:

“I’m Heather,” she paused. “You’re Jason Dean, right?”

“What, are they posting pictures of my face around, or something?”

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karen-wilcox:

“School’s worst nightmare? How’s you go about earning that prestigious title?”

“And does Westerburg’s worst nightmare have a name? I’m Karen, in case you were wondering. I wouldn’t say that I’m this place’s worst nightmare–the Heathers have me beat there–but there was that one time sophomore year where I almost blew up the science wing and that incident probably puts me in the top ten.” Reminding herself of the incident that nearly got her expelled couldn’t help but make her chuckle, even if Karen vividly remembered the verbal lashing her mother gave her after that incident. It was one of the worse ones, so she tried not to dwell on that part of the story.

“It’s not too difficult. I have a problem with authority, according to my file.”

“JD,” he said, glancing toward the apparently popular girls somewhere down the hall. The Heathers. It seemed fitting they shared a name, considering they seemed to share personalities with just about every other popular clique at each school he’d been to in the year. He tucked a hand in his pocket, looking up at the girl with slightly more interest. “Blew up the science wing, huh? Seems like there’s a story there.”

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wcllflcwer:

“Band room? Oh! Hey, you’ve got orchestra with me, then. I can take you there. What do you play, if I may ask…?”

“Sax. But when I say I play, I mean infrequently and very poorly.”

“What about you?”

[heathers-media-blog]

Chaos is great. Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling.

modern heathers aesthetics --> 8/?? jason dean

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you-just-got-rammed:

“Yeah, any girl. I have my ways.”

“Jason Dean, pshhh that sounds like a grandpa type name” Ram wasn’t used to not getting a reaction from anyone but the Heathers, even then they would at least shoo him away with a clever comeback. He wasn’t sure what to it was about this kid but Jason Dean needed to get his ass kicked. The kid was too much of a smart mouth.

“At least that means it’s a classic sort of name. What’s yours, anyways?”

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karen-wilcox:

“Well, that’s uplifting. Who’re you, O Bearer Of Good News?”

“The school’s worst nightmare. At least, that’s what they said in Chicago.”