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Post by arizona on Apr 5, 2009 22:51:51 GMT -5
The music wildly danced around the room, bouncing from wall to wall making sure it was being heard by the inhabitants of the room. The violent drum beating became the beat of her heart, the bass the blood flowing through her veins and the insane guitars took control of her muscles which was a good explanation for all the sporadic movements. The walking canvas known as Arizona Ashe had become a walking piece of music. Thank God for the sound proof walls otherwise no one in the hallway would have been able to get any sleep. All the music she had been playing contained no vocals, but the head banging and mosh pit producing sounds were worth it.
Arizona was working on something she should've started weeks ago, her room. Every year she painted a different wall which matched with her stay four walls for four years. She didn't intended in the painting to take a year but with all the masking and drying and painting and drawing plus she had homework and squad duties so it always ended up taking a year or so. For her junior year she was working on the side wall, the one that should be her closet and the one that led to her execution squad room. At the moment she had it painted a royal blue and there's was a lot of masking tape around, she had already sketched the giant Koi fish and had been painting it the entire day before only leaving her room once in awhile to get some fresh air and something to drink.
The oranges and deep pinks matched with the blue, her vision was to have a Koi fish coming out of the water, the splashed would stretch and take the shape of a water dragon that would start to take flight. The wind created by the dragon would give the effect of not only wind but of clouds taking shape of a pure white snake dancing around. Basically the mural would start with a fish and end with a bunch of cool animals and objects that Arizona found a lot of people tattooed on their bodies. Her brown eyes looked around the room, the wall that was behind her bed was basically orange, red and white with a bunch of skyscrapers and a woman with caramel skin and an afro with turn tables and a very 60's style vibe around it. The wall where the door was located had a very grungy look, resembling something you will find in an abandoned house that held raves, it was black and most of the colors were neon, some even glowed in the dark.
All this time she was in her neon green with white and black cheetah spots bikini, her black hair tied up in a messy bun. Most of her tattoos showing. Arizona stood up and admired her work in progress, she had so many sketches of the wall and now that it was coming together a satisfied smile played on her non painted lips. Yes quite a shock she was wearing no make up, no heavy eyeliner or mascara and no lipstick her eyes were slightly pink where they supposed to be white, but that was because she spend twenty four hours without any sleep. However given the fact that it was Ari there were o chances she was going to sleep now.
She had been using aerosol paint, markers, oil paint, charcoal, normal interiors paint and many more painting tools for her mural but the spray paint and sharpies were so strong they were getting her light headed so Arizona decided it would be better to go somewhere else and take a short break from her wall. Looking around the room she grabbed a leather cropped jacket, black ripped pants and stiletto heels that were neon green. She loosened up her hair and tied a black and green bandanna around her forehead. She added tons of black eyeshadow and eyeliner and grabbed her over sized sunglasses so no one could see her tired eyes. Grabbing a dark pink lipstick she painted her pale looking lips she looked at herself once more in the mirror and then left her room.
Laptop in one hand and sketchpad in the other, Arizona walked around the Academy. She figured her eyes would be in excruciating pain if she decided to go outside since it happened to be around noon, so on that note Ari decided on staying inside. Her heels clicked as she walked around looking for somewhere to go, for some reason she was not able to draw a lot of her freestyle things in the art room which is why she didn't spend much time there and seeing as she didn't want to go to any classroom her best option was the student lounge.
Going down a few steps and turning here and there Arizona finally made her way to the lounge, sitting in the table instead of a chair she opened her laptop and started to look through her emails. As she had expected her friends from L.A had send her a few email requesting for a few sketches for new tattoos. Opening her sketchpad, Ari began to work on one of the first tattoos, a Koi fish.
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Post by zech on Apr 8, 2009 23:32:46 GMT -5
Split Personality Disorder could be caused by many things, but the most common for it was abuse as a young child. Needing a protector and no where to go to, the child tended to create an alter person in their mind to take the beatings or the molestation. In some ways like an imaginary friend gone wrong. The child didn't even have to know that they had created and alter being in themselves, they could think it to be a friend that was really there, and in actuality the person was really there; only in the mind of the child. Some cases the child didn't even know the alter being existed, and had no recollection of the time the alter being took over. This, to the tattooed demon, was pointless shit. He could careless if some kid had gotten beat and in the end turned into some whack job. But he had to write a paper on this to make up his grades so he would flunk. This was his last year, he wasn't going to repeat it. Besides, he was used to last minute reports to get passing grades. It was what he did.
Running his fingers over the keys of his black laptop, he sighed out as he reached for his coffee on his desk. Surprisingly, he had woken up early this morning and made it on class in time. Normally Isaac just skipped, but like stated, he was close to flunking some classes and needed to turn in a whole lot of work. Which was why he was stuck at the desk in his dorm, typing up a report about mentally ill people who were abused at little kids. Personally, Zack thought they should suck it up or do the world a favor and disappear. Anyway you want to take that, you can. Zack was not in a good mood. Seven cups of coffee and he was still yawning, still barely first the first few sentences in to this paper and had loads of more work to do. Maybe it was the room, but something was killing his muse. "I need fresh air." Zack thought to himself as he hit 'save' on his paper and closed up the laptop.
Pushing away from the desk, Isaac figured he best get dressed before he started out on his little adventure to find something that gave him muse. Isaac looked through his shirts, grabbing one that looked pretty bad ass; it had one of the Slipknot dudes on it. He loved that band. Isaac grabbed a pair of jeans that fit pretty snug to go along with it, that looked pretty warn down. Pulling on his shoes, hats and then putting on his watch; Isaac slipped over to a mirror. He took out his black plugs and slipped in a pair that had this weird symbol on the front. Kind of looked like a phoenix. Making sure his lip ring was in securely, he decided he was ready to go out into the school; looking damn sexy. Walking over to his desk, he grabbed his laptop and coffee, then proceeded out the door to a destination unknown.
Isaac kept an eye out for something that might give him a place to go. The one problem with being the way he was, was he wasn't someone who could sit still and work on one thing for enough along amounts of time. He was too good for that, too good to not spread around. A partier to the heart, if he wasn't doing something fun; then his attention wouldn't last on what he was trying to do for very long. Which was probably another reason Isaac rarely got any school work done. Moving down a few hallways, going pretty much where ever his feet took him; not really paying attention to what was going on. Honestly, Isaac's thoughts were wrapped up around him and other things going on with his life at the moment. Nothing that big, nothing worth mentioning, just stuff he thought about. Like when he was going to throw another really big party. He needed one soon.
Soon, Isaac found himself getting closer to the student lounge. Being tired of trying to find a place, and needing to get back on working on the paper, he decided that he would swing in there. Walking a bit faster now that he had a destination, Zack slipped inside the room. A grin spread across his face as he saw a familiar person. Ari was a very close friend, like a sister to him. "Ari, babe. Didn't think I'd find you in here." Zack mused out, walking over to one of the couches and sitting down; placing his laptop on his lap. "What're you working on?" Zack asked, leaning back into the couch a little. Ari was probably one of the only women he thought of close. Of course she wasn't one of his Wham, Bam, Thank you madam's, either. He hadn't even had sex with her, neither did he really think about it either. Like stated, she was like his sister.
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Post by arizona on Apr 9, 2009 18:53:39 GMT -5
Arizona looked at what her friend was asking, she was asking a blue background and the fish to be a blood red. Arizona stopped for a few second as she read the color once more, blood red, she dropped her head as s smirk spread across her face that reminded her that there hadn't been a game in a long time; perhaps she should start them again. Her hand dropped the pencil as she leaned back with a smile, thinking of the games made her think of people in pain and screaming for mercy, asking for forgiveness. This always made her think how evil and twisted she really was, but how people only saw the surface of it. Normally she was the chill and laid back stoner artist chick or the angry and angst ridden adrenaline junkie, two components of her bad ass personality. It brought her great joy that she had everybody fooled but at the same time it brought her guilt because she had to keep this part of her life hidden from her people close to her.
She shook her head, and shrugged off her thoughts as she went back to the drawing. When it came to sketching tattoos, she was not only extremely concentrated but extremely humble as well. She concentrated because she found it an honor that people trusted her with their body and allowed her to imprint it forever, some of her friends always emailed her where they wanted the tattoo done and what image they wanted, or they would send her an idea and they will trust her judgment and allowed her to create whatever she wanted. Some of her sketches she would later tattoo on them or she would send the images and they would get them done by some other artist, either way she always felt honored to be picked as the one to sketch the tattoo. However the humbleness was only then when tattoos were involved, when it was some random sketch or graffiti her ego will start taking over, when it came to art in general Ari knew she was the shit and wasn’t afraid to let anyone else know it, reasons why she hangout out with cocky assholes and egomaniac bitches, she was one as well.
"Ari, babe. Didn't think I'd find you in here." She heard a familiar voice say, normally she would be pissed off that someone interrupted her art time, but hearing the voice she knew it belong to Isaac and for some reason she couldn’t be mad at him. “sup babe” Arizona greeted her friend “Slipknot, Rad man” she said while making the devil horns sign with her left hand . Ari liked music that was loud and angry, music that made allowed her to be angry, that made her scream and mosh, It allowed her to bring out all the anger she had to suppress in front of her love ridden parents. Realizing she hadn’t answered his question she smiled and responded “a drawing some sketches for tattoos, needed some fresh air from the mural in my room all the sharpie and aerosol paint smell was getting me light headed” Ari stated which it was kind of funny, given the fact that she was raised in a household where LSD, weed and opium were and everyday ritual she would be alright working while being high on permanent marker.
Arizona stopped the sketching, she figured her friends could wait specially since there was a whole time difference, she could just like about when she got them. Besides her L.A friends were well in L.A while Zack was here so she would rather hang with her here friends than worry about her back home friends. Arizona’s eyes looked at Isaac as she smiled, sometimes she wanted to punch the crap out of him for thinking he was above the games, but at the same time it made her feel good since there had been a few times when his ass had been saved for being friends with a squad chick. Arizona trie very hard not to think much about it, every time she did she felt bad about being in the squad which she loved because well she liked watching people screaming and love watching them die on their own. Putting those thoughts way back in her head she concentrated on Zack’s laptop “Watcha doin’? Homework” She said with a short laugh at the end, he wasn’t the one to do homework. Then again she couldn’t comment since the only classes she attended were art, music and English. |
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Post by zech on Apr 11, 2009 3:47:42 GMT -5
Isaac heard his friend's greeting and the comment following it. He was glad she was into hard music. Her being so, well, bad ass, was probably the reason he got along with her in a friendly way then in a "let-me-get-into-your-pants" sort of way like he did with other girls. She could hold her own in a fight, and she probably had more or equal amount of tattoos as he did. "Hell yeah." Isaac said in agreement to her comment. Slipknot was definitely one of his favorite bands. Maybe not the best, but one of them at least. Top ten. Anyways. Isaac made an 'Oh' face when she answered his question. That was another reason she was awesome. "You, getting light headed from fumes?" Isaac said, putting on a fake shocked look across his face; but only in a playful way. "Tattoo's are the best. Did you design any of your own?" Isaac asked, realizing that should have been a question he asked her when he first met her. That would be really cool. He had come with the ideas for his tattoo's, and gave a rough draft to some people, but he hadn't fully sketched his own.
Taking another sip from his coffee, hoping it would keep him active enough to talk to Ari and finish this stupid paper. He didn't need it to be all that great, just to let him pass. Opening the black machine that held the little piece of heaven, which may I remind you is Isaac's way of saying Hell, being a demon he likes hell and hates heaven.. so yeah. Anyways. He opened up his writing program and the paper so he could work on it whenever he thought up something. Isaac looked away from his laptop back up at Ari. "Unfortunately, yes." Isaac groaned out as she asked what he was doing, said the word homework and then laughed. He knew it must be funny, watching someone like him do homework, but hey; you had to do what you had to do to get out of this place, right? I mean. Isaac loved the free ride, but even after high school he would have college. Which would be another four years, at the least, of a free ride. Then he'd have his parent's money and his money to live off of. His life was going to be a free ride. "Stupid paper on Split Personality Disorder." Isaac grumbled out. "Why should I even care? It's not like I have it. Or anyone I know." "Eh, Sin might have it." Isaac thought to himself, smirking. But then got his mind back to the paper, taking another sip of his coffee. "Want some?" Isaac asked, lifting the cup up toward her.
Typing in a few words, he smirked and wrote an entire sentence. "Honestly, I don't know what the big deal is. So they have two personalities, they are better off that way. What if one side was suicidal, and the other side talked them down? Why would someone want to take the "bad" side from the person when the bad side might be the actual good side?" Isaac wrote. God he hated typing that. No one cared about that. Well, sure some people did, but he didn't; and to Zack that was all that mattered. He didn't honestly believe a word he was typing, but he knew if he wrote an entire paper about how much he didn't think these people really had anything wrong with them and should be glad that they had this problem, he would get flunked. "No anyone that I could convince into writing this for me?" Isaac asked, looking from his screen to Ari again. He honestly hoped she did. But probably not. Isaac wondered if any nerds owed him a favor, and came up with the conclusion that he'd probably be better off writing his own paper then trying to think of one good time he did anything nice for someone else. "Maybe I could just kill my teacher." Isaac said with sarcasm in his voice. He wouldn't kill someone over a paper... OK, so he wouldn't kill a teacher over a paper... OK so he wasn't going to kill this teacher. "You know what? You should sketch me a tattoo when you're not busy. I want a new one." Isaac randomly said, though it was the truth.
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Post by arizona on Apr 11, 2009 19:34:40 GMT -5
Arizona smiled at zack’s response. Yeah it was no surprise that the people she felt close to shared her taste in music. At times Arizona felt like both her and her brother were exchanged, that their real parents were some anarchist punks, she imagined her mother would be a metal head Goth while her father was a downright punk badass. Yet she knew it wasn’t true for she was stuck with hippie parents, sometimes she was so concentrated on the difference between her angst ridden, evil self and her love all around, peace loving parents when in reality they had so much in common. She had her dad’s logic and she held the same theory of bringing someone down from within yet she held her mother’s radical, all action no thought way of thinking. One thing was obvious to Ari though they did not like the same music, she had no problem with the Beatles or bob Marley but they just weren’t her thing. She smiled inwardly imagining what would happen if she brought her friends home, the screaming would be intolerable and her parents would probable admit they hated something rather than saying the ‘disagreed with it’.
"You, getting light headed from fumes?" Arizona rolled her eyes and took a tiny piece of her eraser and threw it at Isaac “Shut up”. She said with a chuckle as the conversation continued. Arizona shifted her body so that now she was facing Isaac. Instead of sitting Indian style her legs touched the ground, her hands supporting her back as she leaned back a bit. Isaac asked about her tattoos to which she smiled and replied “each and every one of them baby” Ari confirmed as she took off her jacket revealing her arms full with tattoos from her shoulder down to the tip of her fingers. Being the art chick she was, Ari had always been involved on how her tattoos were done, sometimes she even colored them so the artist knew how to shade and with which colors. Sometimes her tattoos seemed so detailed that a medium size tattoo could take the same time an entire back piece did, reason why she only allowed three of her friends to do her tattoos. They were the same three who owned the tattoo shop that allowed her to work every once in awhile, when not doing the tattoos she was the shop’s assistant, the money was never something she had cared about just being able to do a few tattoos and being around artist like herself was paid enough. “What about you?” She asked, even if they were closed friends, there were lots of things they didn’t know about each other, and Arizona was perfectly fine with that, they would start to know each other as time passed.
When she had implied that he was doing homework, Ari had expected him to laugh and say he was doing something else but apparently she was wrong. “Holy shit, I didn’t even know you knew the term homework!”. She exclaimed, joking of course. Why should I even care? It's not like I have it. Or anyone I know.". “well just bullshit your way through it and pretend like you give two shits about the world…your teacher might be so impressed that you sound like you care you’ll pass” she said, even though she was sure it wouldn’t work. Still Isaac being humble and nice even in paper had to deserve a high grade. “Thanks” She said taking the coffee cup up to her lips, not exactly pressing it since she didn’t want her red lipstick to get all over the edge. Arizona gave Zack the cup back as she played with a strand of her hair. Watching him type picked Ari’s curiosity to which point she stood up and walked behind him so that she could read his paper. “that’s the spirit dude” she said with a smile as she read on, it wasn’t one of the most eloquent essay but it made sense.
Isaac asked if she knew anybody who could type it up for him, she thought about it. Most of her friends were art kids or punk kids who didn’t give a shit about the world. “Well I could convince my dad to do it for you, given the fact he’s an author and a professor and what not” she said as she remembered a few of his books “ On second thought never mind, my dad would probably end up turning it into a rant on how is the governments fault and write some crazy theory about society” Ari stated ” I can write a couple of paragraphs for you” Arizona offered, she was good at faking things and she had inherited her dad’s writing skills. “Maybe I could just kill my teacher” the demon boy remarked sarcastically, “oh yeah that would end up nice” the girl said with as much sarcasm. Arizona lit up once she was asked to sketch a tattoo “Any time babe, what you got in mind?” She asked. |
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Post by zech on Apr 15, 2009 3:31:58 GMT -5
Isaac, though he was still paying attention to anything Ari might do or say, thought's were going off to other things. Such as when the next party he wanted to go to was going to happen. If he should throw another party soon. Things like that. What girl he'd ask this time to whatever party he went too. He didn't like arriving at parties alone. Though when he did he rarely left alone, he still wanted someone to go with. It brought a sense of pride to him.. Like he needed anymore of that stuff. That was one of the Seven Sins he didn't need anymore of. Zack noted that there was a girl in his literature class that would probably go with him, very cute and seemed to be pretty loose. "I'm pretty sure I could talk her into it even if she isn't." Isaac thought to himself, and by "it" he meant both going to the party and coming home with him afterward. Though picking up chicks at parties were fun too. Either way, he wouldn't not go to a party if he it sounded the least bit interesting to him.
Back on the topic of him talking about her getting light headed from fumes, Isaac laughed and dodged the aim of attack. Even if it was just a tiny piece of eraser and it wouldn't hurt him if it hit. He'd throw something back at her, but the only things in Zack's hands right now were a laptop and coffee. Neither he'd throw at her. "I'm only joking, love." Isaac said, pushing out his lower lip and letting it quiver a bit. He seemed to pout a lot, especially when trying to be cute. Or, adorable cute. He didn't need any props to make him cute in a sexy way. Or, in his mind at least. It was all according who you were in real life whether he was hot to you or not. Back on subject. "Really? That's fucking awesome." Isaac replied to her comment about designing all her tattoos. As Ari's jacket came off, he looked over the tattoos. And just to prove what I mean by she was like a sister to him, Isaac was actually looking at the tattoo's and not the fact she was wearing a bikini top. "God. If I could only steal your talent for five minutes I'd be a happier man." Isaac said, laughing slightly. He wouldn't think of Ari as better as him, but probably an equal or close to it. Which is saying a lot, especially since she was human. He liked coming up with the ideas, and then telling who ever was going to sketch it and let them add their own artistic flair to it. If he liked it, then he'd get it. If not, then Isaac would just go ask someone else. Hearing her question, he let the coffee rest against his hand as he raised it up; spreading out his fingers and wobbling it from side to side. "A few of them. Rough sketches at least. But for the most part I like seeing others ideas and all." Isaac said, letting his hand grasp the cup again. "I'm not so great on paper. But I make up for it in the bedroom." Isaac said in a playful matter. That was probably one thing about him she would never learn, is how he was in the bedroom. Eh, Isaac didn't know. He would do her. But she wasn't the type he went after, you know? It was like whatever happened happened.
Isaac smirked and shook his head. "Laugh it up, Ari. This is once in a lifetime chance to rag on me about homework." Isaac said, chuckling. He knew she was joking, he was too. OK, no he was being serious. He'd laugh at himself too. I mean, Isaac Caine.. doing homework. It was like saying Micheal Jackson doing a legal chick.. It just wasn't suppose to happen. Isaac looked from the screen to her as she began talking. She actually had a good point. If he could just pretend like he cared and type up the complete opposite of what he wanted to tell them, then maybe he'd get a better then passing grade. Which meant he would be able to skip out on more homework. "You're a genius." Isaac said, being truthful. Normally he'd be sarcastic about that, but not this time. Taking the cup back, he took another drink from it. Watching Ari out of the corner of his eyes as she walked around to look at what he was typing. "Yeah. Just call me the next.. what was that guys name? The weird one that was like 'peace for everyone!' ?" Isaac asked, laughing at how incredibly smart he sounded right then. I hope you get the sarcasm. He didn't need brains though, he had other talents. Isaac knew he was better then most the kids in this school, with the exception of a very, very few amount. "And you don't need brains to know that." Isaac thought to himself.
Isaac wondered if her dad would really be cool enough to do that. Then as she spoke, he remembered hearing her say something about them being hippies. "Yeah. Whats your dads name? Maybe I've met him. I've had to go to a couple of my parents weird gatherings they call parties." Isaac said, hitting save on the paper in case he got frustrated and slammed the thing closed. It wouldn't be the first time he broke a laptop out of frustrations. Though the last one was thrown out a dorm window with force so it would smash into a bunch of pieces when it hit the cement.. Anyways. "I'd feel horrible making you do my work... Not really, but still. You seem busy enough, love." Isaac said, almost laughing at the first few words. He cared for his close friends like Ari, but not enough to feel bad if they did something out of the way for him. He really didn't care about anyone like that. I guess what he was saying was he didn't love anyone, not even the close friends. "I could stash the body in the cemetery. No one would ever know." Isaac said, as if he was really planning out a murder. It wasn't going to happen, it just made the frustration from the paper go away. "Or I could smoke weed and type out all the stupid lovey-dovey feelings you get from it on to paper." Zack wasn't a pot head, if he was going to drugs he'd do other things. Not pot. It made him too, giggly. He had gotten high once and it was not a good ending. He ended up getting himself convinced he was in love with a tree.. Yeah. "I was thinking of like a death bat. Like, a skull with bat wings. I'm going to put it above my belly button and across my stomach but stopping before my sides." He had thought about it. But never got around to telling anyone else about it till now.
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