#inmateingrid

[twisted-trish-blog]

(✙) Trish wandered through the house, barely making a sound. Her boredom was killing her as usual, all she wanted was for something to actually happen. Something dramatic. Maybe someone could get killed, she didn't care what it was, as long as it was entertaining. But for now, she would have to divulge herself further in her boredom. She walked to the dining room before pressing the switch on the stereo. Nirvana blasted through the room. She was a fan but it wasn't her CD, she wondered whose it was for a brief moment before shrugging indifferently and taking a seat at the far end of the large wooden table in the center of the room, her head tilted back with her neck propped up by the back of the chair, her eyes on the ceiling with her hair representing a blonde river.

[briartate-blog]

Tate had never been much of a smoker before he was dumped at Briarcliff—a cigarette here, a few puffs behind the football bleachers, but he never craved the harsh smoke, not like he did now. For lack of better reasoning, there was simply nothing better to do in the hellhole than to suck on the chemical sticks, and the need for a nicotine fix was creeping up on the blonde, more than he was able to stave off. He anxiously let his eyes wander through the common room, hoping someone would drop a pack, or even a wasted butt he could hold in his mouth.

[diewxthme]

+ inmateingrid started following you

"Watch it, boy," The guard warned, pointing a beefy finger at Tate. But Tate wasn't heeding his warning as an amused laugh escaped the boy's lips. "Keep this up and you'll pay a little visit to the doctor." Like he had never heard that line before. Even though the threat carried no weight for him, his laughter faded as he watched the man dressed in grey stalk off to pester some other poor soul. Tate could feel the trickle of something warm and sticky making its way down his chin. With tentative fingers, he touched his face. They came back red. His smile seemed to fade now that he was all alone in the bare hallway. Pulling himself slowly to his feet, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching and he wiped the blood from his hands onto his pants, leaving a dark streak in its place.

"Come back for more?" He asked without looking up.