Bed of Needles. [open!]

[Taija Blackwood]

That was it. Taija couldn't take it anymore. All the stupid teachers, with their stupid need to teach, to have to have every single student's attention, God forbid one fell asleep. So, instead of dealing with all of that, Taija simply walked away. Besides, it's not like the class was important. Manners and Etiquette..the best class to teach your young son or daughter the perfect manners to live the high-society ways.. Blah. Blah. Blah. It was nothing important to Taija. Why her grandmother had to send her to this wretched academy, Taija would never fathom.

Walking away from the building, black bag slung over one of her thin shoulders, Taija made her way to the pine glad, deciding not to go back to school. A trace of a smile was on Taija's face as this thought entered her mind. Free of school for a day; Oh, that sounded very pleasant indeed. Taija entered the pine glad, trees surrounding her all around, hiding her from view of the school. This was Taija's sort of place. She delved further into the pine glad, her personal hideout, until she reached a kind of clearing. The sun was shinning in, since there were no trees to block it out. However, sourrounding this small space was a thick amount trees. No one would ever find her here. The ground here was matted with a bed of pine needles, like the rest of the forest, but even more so. It seemed someone might have done this purposely. Or it might have been Taija herself on one of those nights, but she couldn't remember..

Throwing her bag on the ground, Taija quickly removed the itchy navy blazer that was forced upon her slim body day after day in this wretched academy. Under this, a tight white tank top covered Taija's slim body, exposing the green brassiere found under this; Taija wasn't planning on taking her blazer off before she got into her own room, where no one would care if she had a nude bra under or not. But it's not like anyone cared here either, she thought, and she didn't care either. It's just clothes. After throwing the blazer onto the ground as well, Taija removed that hideous plaid skirt that was also mandatory to wear. She'd shortened it considerably, so that it would be about two inches above her knee, instead of two inches below it. She had nothing underneath this skirt except a pair of purple underwear, but that was okay too. It was rather hot, with the sun beaming down, and the cool pine needles beneath her skin felt good.

Taija lay on the grass for a while, eyes closed, dozing for a while, before opening her blue orbs and remembering something very crucial to this most perfect day. Digging through her bag amongst crumpled papers of bad test grades and note passing, Taija found what she was looking for. A red and blue ceramic bowl, small, but deep. It was her prized possession. taking the bud that was also in her bag, Taija packed the weed into her bowl, before going once more into her bag to find her lighter. Lighting the weed, Taija took a hit, closing her eyes as she held her breath for a moment, wishing desperately that her parents could be alive. Be there so she could call and say hello to, to come home to, to..

No, can't think this way, Taija shook her head, the thought leaving. Exhaling slowly, she looked around quickly, before taking another hit, and another after that. She could feel her high coming, and felt so wonderful, to be like this. It was absolutely beautiful right now. Everything. It just felt so good to be alive. Perfect. Except..

Grabbing the brown hairband from Taija's thin wrist, she tied her brown curls into a ponytail, and a breeze came, making her neck feel all the better. Now. Now everything was perfect. Closing her eyes, Taija lied back down on the bed of needles, wondering if maybe by chance a fairy or two would flutter by, and offer her a bottle of Jack Daniels.


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word count; 717
tag; anyone, it's open!
notes; N/A

[Calvin Alestar]

helps me to sleep without your memory, and my shattered dreams collect dust on what used to be a lie, it haunts me no more and now you're gone, you've left me all alone, i wasn't wrong to feel this way inside
so goodbye, goodnight, for good

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The bell rang out across the school warning the students that they had better get to class now. Most students listened, slowly moving towards their classrooms in waves. Calvin didn't, he had an algebra test waiting for him in class. Instead he headed across the oval towards the pine glad. It was rather amusing that the teachers claimed that they enforced the rules and yet he was able to walk away in clear view without anyone saying a word about it. Skipping class wasn't a new thing for Calvin and he hadn't been planning on doing it today but he just needed a little more time to study. He would do the test tomorrow and just tell the teachers he had been sick, they wouldn't question him, they never did. In their minds he was a 'good, responsible student'. He didn't even understand why he needed to know algebra. If it wasn't written there infront of him he didn't want to know about it.

He stepped into the cool shade of the trees and kept walking untill the trees closed in around him blocking the sky from view. It was a strange feeling like the forest had swallowed him whole, like it was closing in behind him. And yet at the same time it was strangely comforting. Suddenly he broke away from the thick pine trees and into a clearing. The sun beat down on him instantly and he stepped back into the shade. It was way to hot for sun today. He dropped the black binder book to the ground then dropped down, following its lead. The pine needles made a comfortable place to sit as he lent back on a tree. Pulling his knees up he opened the book against his legs, retrieving a pencil from its spine. When he said he would study... he meant later. He knew it was putting off studying that had made him need to escape the test in the first place but he was an artist not a mathematian.

He glanced around, searching for inspiration. He didn't need it, he had ideas in his head but he'd prefer to draw something he could see otherwise he may as well return to his dorm, atleast he had more than one pencil there. His eyes caught on a girl laying a little way away. He watched for a second taking in the details, the bowl beside her, the school uniform dumped beside her bag-two things he'd left behind knowing he wouldn't be signing in today- the brown curls tied back spreading away from the band across the needles and lastly the flowing lines her body created. Thats what he liked most about drawing people, was the lines. They always seemed to flow like silk. The lack of her skirt only added to the lines, allowing them to flow freely, not hidded beneath the heavy plaid material. The school uniform really needed updating he thought.

Forgetting what he was doing he stood and made his way over to her. What the hell was he doing? He didn't know this girl! He dropped down once again, tucking one leg beneath him, the other one up infront of him allowing him to rest his elbow on it, his fingers sliding into his black hair. "Hey" He ignored the green showing through the tight white top, it wasn't hard to do with him being bisexual with a preferance to guys. His own outfit consisted of a grey shirt over black jeans and his usual buckled studded cuff, completed with eyeliner. He hardly saw the point of wearing the uniform to walk across the oval. "Sorry, Im Calvin" he offered realising he had probably just woken her up, interrupted a daydream or something.

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Soft flesh gives way to trembling hand...
beautiful eyes are sewn shut
searing thread suffocates the light

tagged; taija
status; complete
word count; 621
ooc; it sucks sorry =/ forgive me! lol

I find pleasure in the taste of your decay

[Taija Blackwood]

Shrill laughing voices, feathery wings, and quick glimpses of pale skin was behind Taija's closed lids. She'd dozed off, and the dream she was having was obviously inspired by what she'd been thinking about before she fell asleep. It was so perfect, this entire day. She wasn't planning on moving at all. Maybe she'd spend the night there; yeah, that sounded nice..

It had seemed that as soon as Taija had made her way into this clearing, she'd heard movement close by. It might be an animal, but it was too loud and clumsy-sounding to be anything more than another person. Hopefully, it wasn't a teacher. She heard this person, whether it be a he or a she, Taija was not quite interested in opening her blue eyes just yet, dropped something, before she heard the sound of a body crashing onto the bed of needles. Silence followed this, and she imagined this person, a warped version of them, with five eyes and large teeth that stuck out of their mouth. It was a monster! Ready to eat anything in it's path. Taija giggled a little to herself at the thought, and then she heard distinct movement of feet on pine.

The steps were coming closer, and Taija remembered what she was wearing. Or rather, wasn't wearing. She hoped it wasn't a teacher. But then, so what if it was a teacher? If they were skipping class too, then they were fine by Taija's book. Sighing, Taija waited until the footsteps came all the way to her.
"Hey. Sorry, I'm Calvin.
Calvin..Calvin..that name sounded familiar. Who was he..?

Lids opening, Bloodshot blue observed the boy before her. Oh!
"You're that rich kid."
Taija surveyed him, eyeing him from head to toe. He was a cutie, but it didn't escape Taija's notice that he never seemed to really go for girls. Good. Taija didn't feel like being half-nude in front of a guy who liked boobs.
"I hope you're not straight, because I'm not putting on that hideous uniform for you," Taija noted, laying her head back down, eyes watching the sky. It was a beautiful day, and all the rest of the school was spending it inside of that academy, reading out of dusty old books about shit that doesn't matter, that very day? Why couldn't they take a break, go into town or something, anything to observe this absolutely glorious day.
"If you want to smoke a bowl, I think I have some weed left, and my bowl's there," Taija said, with a wave of her hand. She was already higher than a kite, she wasn't in the mood to be getting up to smoke another bowl, even if she was up for it. No, this was fine. Everything was fine, including this very strange awkward situation.
"I'm Taija. Taija Blackwood."


word count; 474
tagged; Calvin!
notes; sorry this failed. D: I hope you can get something from it. ><

[Calvin Alestar]

helps me to sleep without your memory, and my shattered dreams collect dust on what used to be a lie, it haunts me no more and now you're gone, you've left me all alone, i wasn't wrong to feel this way inside
so goodbye, goodnight, for good

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His fingers played with the books spiralling spine, his eyes going from his black nails to the girl who lay on the ground infront of him. She didn't look familiar in the slightest but oh well, meeting new people was always good. Right? Her blue eyes flicked open to take him in. and after a second realisation came into them, adding to their bloodshot appearance. "You're that rich kid." He scrunched his nose slighty, that wasn't the way he wanted to be remembered but he supposed he should be used to it by now.

It actually suprised him that his father supplied him with so much money when he asked for it. He was his fathers very own personal failure and he had disowned Calvin. He knew why his father still allowed him access to the money, it was so that he could still buy clothes and cars and other things to keep up appearances. His father still hoped that Calvin was wrong and would become straight and become the best at something academic- sketching and photography wasn't going to get Calvin anywhere in life according to his father and having a son who liked guys wasn't a part of his pretty, little, golden, diamond-studded pictureframe.

Her eyes ran over him as if she was judging him. It didn't really matter to him what she thought. "I hope you're not straight, because I'm not putting on that hideous uniform for you," She muttered, as if just remembering what she was currently lacking clothing-wise. He smirked. "Bisexual actually" he replied laughing lightly. He wasn't ashamed to admit it even if his father was. She lowered her head back to the pine needle carpet and her eyes went to the sky above them then waving a hand in his general direction offered him some weed if he wanted it. "No thanks"

He allowed the silence to envelope them until she broke it, finally telling him her name. Taija. He'd never heard a name like that before, he liked it. The silence came in again and he forced himself to stop his fiddling with the book's spine. "Not to sound weird or anything but would you mind if i drew you?" He removed the hand that was in his hair, letting it drop to a more comfortable position. Strange, even when he was asking a half-naked girl if he could draw her he was still able to be completely comfortable- not awkward like so many other guys would be. And this time it had nothing to do with his sexuality. It all came down to how comfortable he was in his own skin.

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Soft flesh gives way to trembling hand...
beautiful eyes are sewn shut
searing thread suffocates the light

tagged; taija
status; complete
word count; 437
ooc; short sorry.

I find pleasure in the taste of your decay

[Taija Blackwood]

"Haha, don't worry, I'm rich too, technically. I live with my grandmother who takes showers with Benjamin Franklin every night." Oh yes, Taija had caught that little scrunch of the nose. It was nothing to be ashamed of really, having money. No one should feel bad for being rich. People who were rich and took too much pride in it were the people who had something to worry about.

"Bisexual, actually."
"Please, don't even go there," Taija said, smirking back at Calvin. "Everyone knows, well, at least I know, boys who are bisexual really only tend to like boys, and girls who are bisexual are either lesbians in denial, or just curious. Except for me; I'm the real deal. Split right in the middle, I'm not sure which gender I like more."

She hoped she threw him off. She liked that he was calm and collected, always seemed to have an answer to everything, but Taija wanted to stump him, make him trip over his words, pause for a moment. She wanted to challenge him, if Taija came right down to it. It was stupid, but Taija liked to do it. It make a conversation all the more interesting.

"Not to sound weird or anything but would you mind if i drew you?"

Ah, he was rich and talented too. Very interesting combination. There was probably more to this kid than he let on, Taija pondered, blue eyes looking at him again. She wondered just what kind of a person Calvin was, what made him tick, what made him melt inside. Taija's eyes then wandered back up to the sky, the clouds drifting by, slow and minding their own business.
"I wish I was a cloud," Taija sighed, still staring. "It'd be an amazing existance. I mean, just think about it."
Taija certainly was thinking about it. How amazing it would be, if one could just float all day, doing nothing but watching people, up in the sky, being carried by the wind. The concept was amazing, and that was what Taija wanted to be when she grew up; a cloud. Staying quiet for a while as she thought about this kind of "cloud-living", Taija finally answered Calvin's question.
"Oh, an artist, are we? Yeah, that's fine. If you want me to pose a certain way, that sucks for you, because I'm not moving." Taija smiled, eyes bright. This Calvin kid was cool. Facing the trees behind Calvin, she closed her eyes, faint echo of a smile still etched on her face.

word count; 423. sorry. D:
status; finished
tagged; calvin
notes; this is shit. DDD::::

[Calvin Alestar]

helps me to sleep without your memory, and my shattered dreams collect dust on what used to be a lie, it haunts me no more and now you're gone, you've left me all alone, i wasn't wrong to feel this way inside
so goodbye, goodnight, for good

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As Taija began to joke about being rich he smiled lightly at her. Wasn't Benjamin Franklin dead? Now there was a scary thought, showering with the dead. He wasn't ashamed of being rich he would have just preferred people didn't know, he'd rather tell people himself when he felt comfortable with it. Being rich tended to make people think about him in a rather sterotypical way and in truth he probably couldn't get further from sterotypical if he tried. Ontop of that he didn't want people befriending him simply for his money, he didn't think Taija was like that but some kids in the school were, as to be expected.

He let her explain her thoughts on bisexuality. He had to say that she had him. He did tend to learn more towards guys, but he did still like girls dont miss that part of him. God the shit he'd gotten for that. It still hurt even today to think about the way they'd treated him, so bad that he'd had to change schools. The rejection had been hard and then his father rejecting him too... it was all too much. His mum had been there for him though but even she could only take so much and apparently, it'd gone to far and made every breath painful for her. It was his fault. He knew it. "Damn you got me figured out already" he commented laughing.

After his question she turned her blue eyes to him again. Sometimes he wished he could read peoples minds, like now. But only sometimes. Things where made like this for a reason, if you could hear everyone elses thoughts it'd be chaos. Besides sometimes not knowing was the interesting part, the searching. And it always made it better when you finally figured it out. Taija turned her eyes to the sky and a peaceful look came over her face making him wonder if it was the high or if she was always like this, not that this was bad. Drugs changed people so much, their personalities seemed multiple sometimes.

"I wish I was a cloud, It'd be an amazing existance. I mean, just think about it." He didn't reply, instead just turned his head up causing the black hair on his forehead to shift slightly. It was hard to imagine being a cloud because there wasnt all that much to imagine. Drifting across the world looking down on everyone seemed like it would be ok for a few minutes but Calvin knew he would get bored very quickly, besides he choose drawing over drifting in the sky anyday. Calvin was strange like that, he got bored very easily unless he was drawing. Being a cloud didn't seem that great to him, not being able to draw or take photos, having no love and no control as to where you went...

Finally Taija broke the silence, her answer to his question starting with a question of her own. He dropped his head down to look at her again, his right hand coming up to replace the strands that had changed their position as he nodded slightly in reply. He smirked as she claimed that she wasn't going to pose for him. "Damn." he joked, making out that he was disappointed that she wouldn't pose. He didn't really want her to pose, this drawing was going to be a little more natural then that. He moved back slightly to lean against the base of a tree returning to his original position, knees up with the book open on his legs.

Taking the pencil he began his sketch, the first stroke the flowing shape of her face. His sketches were always insanely detailed, he was quite a perfectionist when it came to drawings, using pencils, ink and charcoal. He included everything from eyelashes and strands of hair to lines on the lips and shading, but never any colour. It all had to be just right. For now he'd only do the basics and complete the details back in his dorm using his memory when he had more then one shade of pencil. When he said he loved drawing and photography he wasn't kidding. Within seconds he was wrapped in his own world of pencil and paper.

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Soft flesh gives way to trembling hand...
beautiful eyes are sewn shut
searing thread suffocates the light

tagged; taija
status; complete
word count; 705
ooc; ...

I find pleasure in the taste of your decay