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@thievingbeth
Devin paused and looked over her shoulder seeing a girl before moving some black paints towards her. âI got it from the art room, Iâm done with the black if you would like to use it.â She responded sitting up.
Beth smiled and picked the black up from the floor, trying to think of what she was going to paint. âThank you... What are you painting, if you donât mind me asking?â
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Moving around her room until she was certain she found the perfect spot, Devin took a paint brush, dipped it in some paint and began to paint random swirls in one of the corners of her room. She had gotten bored of the plain walls and was bored in general, which made the whole idea much more fun. Half way through what ever she was doodling she heard footsteps behind her. âI suppose you want something?â She questioned to focused on not messing to look at the person.Â
Beth could smell the familiar scent of paint drifting through the halls somewhat, and followed it, only to find a girl painting her wall. Hearing the question she stayed silent for a moment, watching the girl painting. âWhereâd you get the paint and do you have any spare? I want some...â
âItâs the only one I got so it better be. Well, you can stay curious for now. Need a little air of mystery. Always leave âem wanting more and all that.â
âA wet mop has its uses, though. Uninteresting people less so. But do tell. Iâll try and keep an eye out for them.â
âCanât tell, gotta keep ya wanting more and all that...â
âBut no your name isnât as shitty as Beth, thatâs for sure. I could be really cheesy and say its a really pretty name for a really pretty girl, but thatâs too cheesy.â
Beth Masters. Moodboard #1. Internal monologue.
Beth Masters â 21 â Kleptomania & Amnesia â Emily Kinney â CLOSED
B A C K G R O U N D
Beth had been born the middle of three siblings, and due to that, she was never given as much attention as her siblings. Her older sister was the first born, and her brother was the first son, which drove her to demand attention from people, not only her parents and siblings, but everyone else. She began taking things, it started small, small things from the store, money from purses, but she managed to get better things from people, jewellery, cars, anything she wanted. She knew that she was doing something wrong, but it was the only thing keeping her from fading into the distance, from people ignoring her. Her parents found out and warned her, but she ignored them, she craved the attention, fed off it. She was unsure what she enjoyed the most, the attention or the stealing, but her parents were furious when she came home with ÂŁ300 worth of stolen goods, and shipped her off to hope grove, the threat of jail ringing in her eyes, which was the only thing making her go, and the prospect of stealing things on the inside, and perhaps selling them.
HOPE GROVE â NAVIGATION â PLOT â RULES â APPLICATION
I stick out like a sore thumb in a place full of psychos.
âHey now, weâre not all psychos. Iâm sure as hell not.â
âI deeply aroused a guard and then told him Iâd give him the room number of a sex addict if he did.â Leah laughed at the thought. Surely her sober side wouldnât feel the same. âBut I gave him a fake number!â She glanced down to the two contraband items in her hand. âWhich do you want some of?â
âWow.. I donât have the patience to even try arousing a guard, they can be so stupid, yano? But thatâs some really cheek shit you did, I kinda have to respect that...â Beth replied with a laugh. She knew the other must have been dealing with something, she didnât seem like the type to get wasted in the hallway the last times theyâd met. âBooze. Booze first so the joint doesnât make me green out right away.â
âYouâre excused!â The girl rolled onto her stomach which didnât prove to be the brightest idea and she grabbed at her head to make the room stop spinning. âI donât know, can you?â She recited the line that would be heard all over the corridors of her middle school with a snort but gestured for the blonde to sit.
Beth let out a giggle as the other spoke, moving over to sit next to her. "Where'd you get the shit?" She asked, her eyes fixed on the half empty bottle of alcohol. Remembering the slightly childish reply to her last question Beth thought a moment before speaking. "May I have some?"
April 18, 2014. The day her parents passed. April 18, 2015. Today. She had flirted with countless guards until finding one that was easily persuaded. She pushed him against a wall and whispered dirty things into his ear and, when she felt that he was fragile enough, she struck. âI can give you a room of a sex addict that could easily fulfill your desires, Sir. All you have to give me is a joint, a drink, and a lighter. Think you can do that for me?â He nodded and rushed off to get her requested contraband. Upon coming back Leah supplied him with an empty room number and strutted off to go make herself feel better.
The flask had been emptied halfway and her joint was in the process of being smoked as she lay in a pile of her own giggles on the floor of a hallway. She tried to make circles with the smoke she exhaled and her lame attempts only managed to further amuse her. Every now and then Leahâs mouth would start to feel dry again and she would take another swig from the silver bottle next to her.Â
Beth had been lying on her bed, running her hands over a locket she had taken from someone who hadn't been paying enough attention when she smelt it. The smell that made her both gag and get slightly excited.
Dropping the locket, she sat up and got off her bed, moving towards the door, where the thin smoke was coming through the crack, a small buzz building in the back of her mind even at the scent. "It's been so long..." she thought throwing the door open, her eyes widening as she caught sight of a girl smoking and drinking. "Excuse me, can I join you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
âWell, my version of party favors tends to differ from the norm. I imagine your âthingâ does as well, Beth. Or I hope so, anyway. Most of the people Iâve met hereâgive or take a few exceptionsâare the human equivalent of a fucking sedative. Yawn. Iâm Lolli.â
"Lolli? That's such a cool name! Oh well now I'm curious as to what your version of party favours are..."
"Some people around here are definitely as interesting as a wet mop, but others are much more... Interesting..."
âIf youâre glad to be back here, of all places, thatâs pretty damn fucked. Welcome back, I guess? Lack of party favors, though, whoops. Iâm usually more prepared than this, honest.â
âYeah, it is pretty effed up... Party favours arenât exactly my thing anyway, thanks though I guess... Iâm Beth..."
âYouâre glad to be back? Youâre probably the first one to say that.â
âWell yeah, itâs better than having your family look down their noses at you and pestering you.â
gabe gave a small silent laugh, âNo I donât think you could do it for me even if I wanted you to. You know who it is?â he wrote
âIf you say so...â Beth muttered, shaking her head. âYeah I have a pretty good idea of who it is. But I donât wanna start anything if Iâm wrong...â
âIts just someone im dealing with that and im struggling through this therapy thingâ he wrote âIts supposed to help.â
Beth nodded slightly and looked down. âI have a feeling I know who the person is, but I donât think I can help with your therapy thing, unless you wanted me to do it for you.â
âIm sorryâ he wrote realizing he was obviously distracting the girl. âIm okay just a lot on my mind.â he wrote vaguely.
Beth read the words and let out a small sigh, getting out of her seat. âWhatâs up, you donât have to tell me, but sometimes it helps...?â She asked carefully, not wanting to push too much.
Gabe shook his head â I cant. my vocal chords are damaged.â he wrote
"Oh, Iâm sorry to read that? Or hear that, or whatever...â
