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[Yony Helsha Katana]

August 8 - 2:30 PM

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TSGO/SeizeTheDay/Skull2.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . Just fear me, love me And I will be your slave Do as I say It hadn't been all that difficult to grab the knife from Jester's desk. He twisted the delightfully beautiful device in his fingers, staring absently out over the grounds of the campus. He was rather enjoying the sound of silence this late in the afternoon, the slight bite to the evening air. He had been sitting there for a while, just absently thinking about the few days that he'd spent there. Already he'd found two new playthings, a pet named Vital... all his for the taking, and that little whimpy creature. What had its name been? Even Yony couldn't remember. It didn't really matter. He'd skipped his classes after lunch, after all, he didn't give a shit if he passed his damn classes. He just wanted out of here. Away from the insanity. He drew the knife down his arm absently, closing his eyes at the feeling of pain cascading through his body. He could have hummed in content. He drew the knife over his arm again, shivering. The feeling of blood running down his arms didn't phase him in the least. So delightful. God, it felt so fucking good. He switched the knife, cutting into his other arm, a soft moan escaping from his lips. Yes... so perfect. So devine. So- what the fuck was that noise?! His eyes opened slowly as he heard the sound again. Footsteps. How disconcerting. How dare someone interrupt his solitude. Damn them. He ground his teeth together in distaste as he rose from his sitting position, eyes scanning the area for any signs of the intruder. He folded the knife, pushing it into the side of his boot easily before straightening up once more, paying no heed to the blood running down his arms. He barely felt them anymore, far to alert for signs of the intruder. Floating on his high, he was still in a hell of a good mood, unless the person who showed up happened to be someone who would order him to the medical infirmary. He didn't see anyone, though that really meant nothing, he wasn't looking entirely too hard. With that, he sat back down once more, turning his arm slightly as he watched the blood roll from one of the cuts, raising his other hand to wipe his thumb through the blood, smearing the red liquid over his pale skin, watching and slowly painting symbols over his arms with the blood. He smirked slightly, he loved ancient runes, he really did. He'd made a point to study them before even coming to St. Helena's. He thought they were beautiful. There was the noise again, but it registered only in the dim back of Yony's mind as he continued painting the pretty symbols on his arm in his own blood. Maybe whoever it was would play with him. He needed a new plaything. A new puppy to adopt. He and Axel needed a new puppy. Poor Axel had lost his only puppy that summer to drowning. Poor puppy hadn't been able to swim. Yony had to get Axel a new puppy, a new puppy for his Sally to play with. Perhaps this intruder upon his privacy would make a good puppy... words ;; 532 ;; tagged ;; open ;; outfit ;; clicky template made by emrysdaelan of Caution 2.0! keep credit or angry badgers will nom your face off!

[Hunter Logan Jameson]

Hunter had decided to skip his last class of the day.. He'd attended more classes in one day, then he usually did in one week. Listening to boring thing, after boring thing. It was boring, pointless, and he'd had enough. What was the point of it all? It was not like he was going to be going to college or anything, he was too stupid for that. Nothing he did would be something he needed those classes for. He'd find something to do with his life after he got out of St. Helena's. What, he had no clue. But, something. And he was sure whatever it was he wouldn't need to know any of the stupid things they talked about in class. Sitting there in class, all it did was remind him how stupid he was to everyone else. And he didn't need to sit in a room only to feel stupid.

He walked slowly down toward the athletic field not in any sort of rush. The dorms was probably the first place they would go looking for him when he wasn't where he was supposed to be, he figured. How long that would take, he didn't know, and did not really care. At least this way, it would hopefully take them a bit to find him, give him some time to himself. But when he got to the field, he realized he was not going to be really alone, there was someone else there. Well, it didn't have to totally ruin his plans. As he got closer to the other student something caught his attention, he wasn't even sure what. Hunter climbed the bleachers, and moved closer to the other male. He set down his backpack, and when he looked at the other guy something caught his attention. Blood. Smeared all over his arms. At first, he wanted to ask the other if he was okay, but the guy seemed to totally not care. Seemed to not even notice/ Hunter watched him, slightly fascinated, if he were being honest. He'd thought about cutting himself after Emma died, just so that he could feel something. When he'd missed her, and felt so numb, so empty inside. Wished that it had been him, and not her, that had died. Thinking that the physical pain of cutting might make him feel better, might take away some of the pain he felt inside. But, he'd chickened out, staring at the blade, never getting the nerve and being able to pierce his own skin, and turning back to drugs, instead. ”Doesn't that hurt?” he asked as he sat down, looking from the guy to the blood on his arms. It was a stupid question, and he knew it. He just wasn't sure what else to say.

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[Yony Helsha Katana]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TSGO/SeizeTheDay/Skull2.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . Just fear me, love me And I will be your slave Do as I say Yony tensed as he heard footsteps coming towards him and felt the vibrations of the bleachers underneath him from the movement. He didn't bother to look up when the intruder came to stand beside of him... until he had the audacity to ask if his arms hurt. He looked up slowly, face a blank expression of non-chalance. "Of course it hurts," he replied icily, watching the other male. He arched an eyebrow at the other male. How could he ask such a stupid question. Of course it hurt, that was the whole point of doing it, wasn't it? He smirked though at that point and reached down to his boot, pulling the knife from its hiding place and offering it to the other male. "Do you want to try?" His tone was challenging, daring. "If you don't think you can do it yourself, I could do it for you..." he suggested, arching an eyebrow. Sometimes, people just needed a little push. And some people were to cowardly to do it themselves. Yony was doing him a favor, right? While also securing the boy to himself. He would just have to see if this boy could handle himself and Axel. He wouldn't make a very good puppy if he fainted with the slightest cut. That wouldn't be any fun at all. He flipped the blade open, letting the other see the blade as he turned it slightly in his hands before he lowered it down and pressed it against the skin of his hand, eyes closing slightly as he hissed, pressing the blade past the barrier of skin and drawing blood. He shivered slightly and slowly opened his eyes. Taking the blade, he wiped it on his pants before looking at the other male. "There's really no feeling like it in the entire world... the endorphins that your brain produces are positively divine... your body producing its own natural high," he stated, eyes closing slightly as he smiled a bit... as if enjoying the feelings of some painkilling drug. "Just takes your mind away from it all... as if nothing else in the world matters... just the feeling of the blade... the blood... the high..." He smirked slightly, opening his eyes to look towards the other male, holding out the freshly cleaned knife. "If you're too afraid... I can do it for you... I know how and where without causing any damage..." He offered again, smirking slightly at the other male. If he could get the other male comfortable enough with him making the cuts then it would be that much easier to get the other male hooked... make him come to rely on Yony. He waited, watching the other, knife still held out towards the other male, eyebrow arched in a silent challenge. Would the male be brave enough to try something new? Or would he chicken out. He could tell the other male had never cut before, there were no marks on his arms or anywhere Yony could see. words ;; 526 ;; tagged ;; hunter ;; outfit ;; clicky template made by emrysdaelan of Caution 2.0! keep credit or angry badgers will nom your face off!