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to follow the cliche of being the "it girl" at gatlin public high school, karlena was actually head cheerleader by her junior year. even though she hated the sport with all her passion, she still continued with it well into her senior because of the perks and reputation that were associated with the title.

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contrary to popular belief, karlena actually hates country music even with growing up in south carolina and all. usually she's open for any genre of music, but after growing up with acoustic guitars and sappy love songs, she's grown pretty sick and tired of them.

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blondehunlay

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( i. ) november

karlena hated winter.

she hated the way she could smell the arrival of death amongst nature, the way her sun-kissed hair didn't look so sun-kissed anymore, the way she clung to the blankets of her bed a tad bit closer than usual, the way her body began to be enveloped by layers of clothing, the way--

karlena hated winter.

rather these small details that were paired with the season, however, she hated more the changes they brought with them than anything else.

she hated how the seasons changing from autumn to winter meant colder temperatures, which meant less time outside in the compound, which meant more time inside trapped amongst concrete walls and cages for rooms--amongst laboratory after laboratory, experiment after experiment. she hated how she would have to start counting down until she could bask in the warm sunlight again, forced to deal with her pale skin fading to an even duller color--her soul following suit. she hated how fast the coldness would settle in the cells at night--how she'd be tugging and grasping and begging for warmth, only to be denied over and over again from those who continually locked her away in the darkness. she hated how longer sleeves and thicker clothing really acted in covering her bruises and cuts and wounds and scars rather than shielding her from the transforming temperatures. she hated how--

but at the end of the day, the worst part she hated most about winter was the memories. her dreams became consumed with these remembrances, as the second she closed her eyes and dived into sleep, she was suddenly eight years old again and roaming around her front yard like the careless child she was. she would weave through her parents and sister who all laughed and nagged at her to get back to work, to rid their home of the constant reminders of winter approaching that stained their yard. and when she smiled that childish, gummy smile of hers at them, they'd just shake their heads and brush their complaints away, allowing her to play like any other innocent and carefree little girl.

and when they finally called her back over from her created world of make-believe, she's faced with mountains and mountains of leaves that called for her to just jump in--which she did.

but when she cannoned into the mounds of leaves, she could just feel the atmosphere change--that when she popped back up, she was suddenly ten years older and stared down by her family with expressions of scorn and disgust rather than awe and love. that's when the shadows would come with their empty faces that only screamed evil, and the leaves that were once surrounding her soon transformed into chains that held her down, that held her steady while fear began to consume her from the inside out.

her memories--her dreams would soon disintegrate into the one thing that would be plaguing her mind for the rest of her life, that would inevitably be haunting her whether she was awake or not.

and, luckily, she'd be able to snap herself out of it, flicking her eyes open as she immediately sits up in a sweat. her pants begin to lap out uncontrollably as her heart beat thumps against her chest, echoing in her ears. and she dupes herself for a second there, fooling her mind into believing that she escaped the torture--that she was far from the pain her fantasy held for her.. until she finally glanced around herself in the barren room, body shaking and gasping for air, and realized that--

she was already living her nightmare.

#guess who's gonna be posting a series of self paras on this account #idek know what to tag this tbh #also this sucks but wtv i missed posting on here #this is only 609 words im so lame

sometimes i log on to this account and get really sad because i miss karlena and the rest of the gang so much

#sighs #so much lost potential for the hollows group :~(

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Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life

#!`q

calusrobinson

Sitting in the burning sun wearing black skinnies was probably not the best idea. After a minute Calus was already feeling impossible hot. He had started to roll up the bottoms of his pants, though it hadn’t helped that much. When he heard a voice behind him, he looked up over his shoulder. “Hello,” he spoke to the blonde with a soft smile on his face. “Sit down,” he said, patting the sand next to him. On his way over to the beach his mind had started racing and he knew that he would need an ice breaker for this whole situation that was bound to get very awkward soon — but luckily for him, he had walked right into it as he passed a shop. It was a cute little vintage shop with all sorts of things, but Calus was only focused on one thing in particular that he had seen through the windows. “Here, I got you something,” he said as he turned towards his bag and started looking around in it. Then, he suddenly pulled out an old polaroid camera and handed it to her. “Hope you like it,” he chuckled nervously, tilting his head to the side — feeling very awkward because he never got nervous. What the hell was he even doing?

karlenawate

Returning his gentle smile with one of her own, Karlena casually nodded her head at him before brushing herself off and settling herself next to him on the sand. “Man, it’s been forever since I’ve been to a beach,” she absentmindedly stated aloud, honestly admiring the view more to distract herself from the nerves that were threatening to go over the edge. She had to constantly remind herself to keep cool, to just act as she usually did despite the fact that they were on a date. Date. Oh god, now she was freaking out again. Turning her head towards him as he spoke, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at him as she watched him fish through his bag. “Did ya’ really? I mean, ya’ didn’t have to, so—“ she began to protest, but before she could even finish her sentence, her eyes widened as he presented the gift to her. Hesitantly reaching for it, she glanced up into his eyes again for confirmation that it was okay for her to take this before eyeing the camera that now laid in her hands. “Holy shit—like it? I fuckin’ love it,” she replied, unable to stop the massive smile from fading on her features. “I don’t.. I don’t know what to say, just—wow,” she managed to muster as she returned her attention back to him, staring into his eyes for a brief moment before leaning in to place a swift peck on his cheek. “Thank you.” Fuck, why did she do that?

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larkinscali-blog

highline ☯ larkin&karlena

larkinscali-blog

Larkin hadn’t thought much about One being gone. Among the many things that occupied his mind, his best friend’s brother failed to enter it. He was informed, quite a while ago, that he had left. And that was all the details he had abstained. He didn’t know for how long, or exactly why, but nothing seemed extremely different. One didn’t seem to desire the ‘leader’ role anyway. Talking to Clark only but a few times, he felt much more sympathetic for the lad than he ever has, but leaving? Leaving just seemed stupid. Risky. Selfish. Surely, no one was rising up to take control. He’s only hurt bits and pieces of rumors about leaving New York city and traveling down to Florida, which he had recently learned had a place called Disney. Larkin, of course, had no idea what this place was, but he felt rather disappointed that his wish for a less populated place wouldn’t come true. Larkin had made the assumption that he wouldn’t make much difference there from how it is here. All the people terrified him, but he tried his best to stay as calm as possible. That’s just how he was. He desired to be placid. Distant. Unnoticeable.

Desiring to stay introverted, yet here he was, easily agreeing to meet up with this girl. No, in fact, he’s the one that offered it. And if he was asked why, he probably wouldn’t come up with a straight answer. He wanted to get out! But not really. He was tired, and honestly liked the comfort of his bed isolated from everyone. He wanted to see the city! Again, no, not really. He’s seen it, and although he appreciates the scenery and skyline, it’s not something he’d crawl out of bed for. In reality, it was a simple answer. He just missed Karlena. He wanted to do something with her. He wanted her light and bubbly persona around him to take his mind off of deeper subjects. The door was opened, and he achieved his wishes. He enthusiastic greeting couldn’t help but peel a smile onto the structures of his face. “Hi,” he voiced in his usual soft frequencies. “So, I was walking around, and I saw this place…and if you’re in the mood to walk and talk, we could go there…There’s dinning and stuff there too. I think it’s pretty,” he explained, looking at the bright girl to see if she portrayed any interest in a place that he found himself quite curious to check out.

karlenawate

Noticing the smile on his face, Karlena couldn’t help her own widen even more. “Hi,” she greeted again, causing her to shake her head from the stupid slip-up. She listened to him intently, nodding her head every now and again from his words. Larkin appeared a ton more comfortable around her now—something that she was incredibly thankful for. Looks like her hardwork to getting closer to him was worth it after all. Once he finished, the caught the slight glint of curiosity in his eyes—now, how in the world was she supposed to say no to that? She grinned up at him, honestly not even attempting to contain her excitement anymore. “Yeah, that sounds great!” she enthusiastically answered—god, has her voice always been this perky?

“Let’s get going then?” she suggested, glancing behind her to check whether or not she missed anything before twirling her head back around to close the door behind her. Stepping forward, she swiftly locked the apartment door before returning her attention back to Larkin, realizing that she was standing right next to him. Blushing to herself lightly, she gazed down at her shoes, fidgeting with her clothes, as she cleared her throat. She leaned herself away, biting her lower lip in the process. “So, um.. this place—does it have a name?”

#!`lcs #!`highline #{ this is so short i sux }

cheekyperrieee-deactivated20151

#!`kjw

thegaprp-blog

Well, we were essentially raised in that compound. So that’s the bad that could’ve happened. It’s not like we had much of anything else to do but wallow in our own mistakes.

karlenawate

I don’t know ‘bout ya’, but I consider my growin’ up when I was in South Carolina. But yeah, that makes sense, too. Long story short: Salem sucked dick.

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calusrobinson

Calus arrived about ten minutes earlier at the beach than planned. He didn’t know how close it actually was and he might’ve walked faster than usual. But he didn’t really mind, because it gave him some time to adjust to his surroundings. He sat down in the sand, dropping his bag next to him as he looked around. There were teenagers and young adults everywhere, most of them wearing swimwear that revealed a lot more than Calus actually wanted to see. Scrunching his nose up at the sight he looked down at his own clothes, black skinny jeans and a simple grey sleeveless shirt with some print on it he didn’t actually understand. He took his shoes off, the sand having already invaded them, and stuffed them into his bag as he dug his toes in the sand. He’d never been on a proper beach before and he kept looking around him as he waited for Eleven to arrive.

karlenawate

Karlena had been freaking out the whole day – the car ride there, the stops on the way, the arrival to Florida, and everything in between. Her mind turned blank from thinking about it so long, him asking her on a date, and it had a flurry of worries consume her being. Did this mean he liked her, asking her out? And did that mean she liked him if she said yes? No, that was absolutely impossible – completely impossible. Either way, though, she was still suffering from nervousness as she approached the beach and noticed Ten in the distance. She glanced down at her simple white t-shirt matched with the only pair of shorts she bought while in New York -- was she dressed too casual? Biting her lower lip, she inhaled deeply before hesitantly walking up behind him. “Hey.”