nightfall {open}

[Tyler Ian Cooper]

august 9th, 2013 - 10:00 pm

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #096373;][bg=82b8b8] [style=background-color: #488789;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]rain falls angry on the tin roof It was one of those nights in which Tyler just felt completely antsy. He could not sit still to save his life, and he was fidgeting at his desk a lot. He was trying to get a head start on some reading for school work, but his mind would not sit still. He kept focusing on everything that had led him to be there that day, and he hated it. The good thing was they were no longer keeping him on twenty-four hour watch. It meant he could get away with what he finally decided to do. Running a hand through his messy hair, Ty got up and then grabbed his phone (in case his brother tried to get a hold of him), wallet, and cigarettes. Double checking that he had the key to his dorm room, Tyler then left, shutting off the lights and locking the door behind him. He had no idea where he was going to go, just that he needed to go. He had to move, to focus on anything other than his thoughts. The teen absentmindedly chewed at his lower lip as he walked, crossing one arm over his middle as the breeze of the evening ruffled his hair and loose-fitting shirt. He probably should have brought a jacket. It was fairly warm out, but it was overcast and windy. Tyler got cold rather easily, and he had no doubt he would soon be cold. He did not want to go back to the dorms yet, though; so, he soldiered on. Tyler still did not know much about Summersville, just that it was some small town in the middle of ass-fuck nowhere. His parents seemed to be under the impression that the place would be good for him, however. Maybe they would end up being right; but, as it was, Ty just could not see that happening. If anything, he would just learn to fake it better, only for his brother's sake. Ty barely reacted when he realized that he had wandered to the city park. There was no one else there, that he could tell anyway. It was after dark, though, so that was not too much of a surprise. Tyler was glad. He did not have to deal with people. At the same time, though, company would be a good distraction. Tyler sighed softly and sat down on one of the swings, resting his head against the chain before fishing his lighter out of the cigarette pack so that he could light one up. He needed the nicotine badly. Plus, focusing on what his hands were doing was a great way to keep from thinking too much. It did not, however, distract him enough to not realize that he was not alone for much longer. He frowned faintly as he took another pull off the cigarette before exhaling the smoke up toward the overcast sky. "Isn't it a bit late to be wandering around the park alone?" he questioned, not caring that he, himself was there alone as well. He did not care what happened to himself, after all. [/style] WORDS - 0521 - NOTES - ohai. sorry for the sucky word count. - TAG - open - OUTFIT - here [/style]

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[Brie Lewis Ledger]

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they taped over you mouth,
scribbled out the truth with their lies

Brie was feeling generally pissed off. It wasn't an uncommon feeling for her. Even before she had been uprooted and moved, twice, she had never been very agreeable. Of course, since moving from London to Clarendon, things had just worsened. Things were no better in Summerville, either. Though she preferred this town over the tiny little Texas town, she was unhappier here. Perhaps it was because it reminded her of home, it was certainly rainy enough. Then again, it could have something to do with the fact that everyone thought she was crazy, and that was why she was here. Was she crazy though? The whole school fire thing had been an accident, but the fight she had gotten into were not. The fire had just been the last straw. There was an out roar in the small, everyone knows everyone community, and her grandmother had had no choice but to send her away or leave her ranch and town. It was the easiest thing for her to do. Brie is a problem? Just send her away. That was her father's mentality, her mother's and no her grandmothers. Well screw the lot of them.

She strolled about the park, kick stones that got in the way of her feet and thinking. She wished that she could visit Hype Park. At this time of year, she would be out with her friends picking, blackberries or causing some sort of commotion. There were no wild berry bushes here though. No stinging nettles to chase people with, just a stupid children's play ground. Nothing Brie could have fun with. She wished she could have her lighter, or a thing of matches, something she could use to pass the time. It was a habit she had picked up long before she had left England and one shoe wouldn't easily forget.

Apparently, however, Brie was a 'danger to other students' and wasn't allowed those things. She'd tried to sneak them in a few times, or explain to her counselor how they helped her, but they didn't listen. The only thing that had done was land her in isolation for a few days. What a stupid punishment, really. Brie rather enjoyed being alone. If they wanted her to feel some sort of remorse, they would have to be more creative than that, because Brie didn't give a shit.

She had reached the little children's playground and was walking through it, still bored and annoyed. She picked up a rock and tossed it at on of the metal poles. It gave out a sharp, satisfactory ring. She shook her head, feeling sorry for herself, again. Maybe she could just stay out and never return to the school. If they came looking for her, she would run, they would never find her, not if she didn't want to be found. The idea was tempting, but unrealistic. She sighed.

"Isn't it a bit late to be wandering around the park alone?" Someone said behind her. She turned around slowly, an eyebrow raised and arms crossed. Did she look like she gave a fuck? She didn't think so.

Brie recognized the person, a guy from the school place. Not someone she knew personally, not someone she could put a name to, but he did go to St. Helenas. "Do I look like I give a shit?" she asked,looking him over, arms still crossed. The venom in her tone was plain. threatening however it was to challenge her.

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[Tyler Ian Cooper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #096373;][bg=82b8b8] [style=background-color: #488789;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]rain falls angry on the tin roof He sighed heavily at the girl's response. Of course she was going to pitch an attitude. Tyler really did not have the patience to deal with someone that wanted to take their mood out on someone else. "Chill it with the attitude, Red," he stated as he took another drag off his cigarette before flicking aside an ash. "Nobody here gives a shit how bad ass you are." Tyler had met more than a dozen people that had the same attitude as the girl in front of him, and they all blurred together. While it might be a personality trait that would stand out in a normal school, it just made her seem like every other "troubled teen" that walked through the halls of St. Helena's Academy. "Try being friendly, less hostile. Then you might actually become more than a statistic." Tyler was hypocritical with that statement. He was a walking statistic. The bracelets on his wrists hid that evidence, however. His problems were his to know, after all. Tyler was honestly did not find the girl threatening in the slightest. His own family was worse; plus, she was not someone that he respected enough to find her threatening or intimidating in any sense. Tyler flicked his hair out of his eyes, shifting on his feet enough to move back and forth. He really just wanted to be alone, and wished that the girl would catch on to that. However, with his luck, he was going to be stuck with Miss-I-Hate-Everything-So-I-Must-Glare-and-Sass for much longer than he wanted. Great. Tyler stopped swinging to bounce his knee, bending over enough to put the cigarette out in the gravel beneath his feet. He then flicked his hair out of his eyes, looking back to the girl so that he could hold the pack of cigarettes out toward her. "Want one?" he offered with a slight roll of his shoulder in a shrug. If he was going to have to be in her company, he might as well find a way to relax and not be so defensive. He really did not feel up to dealing with anger and hostility. He wanted to relax and try to feel good, not worse. [/style] WORDS - 0378 - NOTES - iiiiiick. i'm sooooo sorry. i promise a better post next time - TAG - open/brie - OUTFIT - here [/style]

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[Brie Lewis Ledger]

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they taped over you mouth,
scribbled out the truth with
their lies

Brie rolled her eyes and sat down on the ground. It was an old habit of hers, one that had annoyed teachers both in London and Clarendon. People had stopped caring when it became obvious that the girl wasn't going to listen. The teachers had never been payed enough to deal with kids' crap. In their eyes, Brie was just another rebel child trying to get attention.

Not that they knew anything. In her house, she had to be like that to get any sort of respect. Her parents had never really cared about her personally. She was just the daughter who was there, the space filler, the unwanted. Her brother on the other hand, was the beloved, the boy of the family. The Ledgers hadn't wanted a girl, nor had they wanted two children. No matter what she did, it had always been her fault. So she fought. If they were going to label her bad, she would be bad. If they were going to treat her like a demon, then goddamn it, she would be one, just for them. It had earned her more than a few black eyes and bruises, from both her brother and her dad, it had even caused her banishment.

She had been this way for so long, she even screwed things up when someone came along who was willing to help her, to treat her like an equal. Her grandmother had made some unpopular decisions, like bring her to Clarendon and sending her to school with the Americans, but it was not much excuse for her behavior. If Brie had tried, there was no doubt she could have been happier there, despite the lack of internet and phone connection. It wasn't London, but it was sure better than home. There were people there willing to give her a chance. And, of course, she blew it. Burned down the school cafeteria.

She was quiet for a long while, not because she was bothered about what Tyler said or anything. Just because she felt like it. Of course, then he had to go and mention being friendlier. Brie laughed. "I am not going to be one of those "Oh my god! I just got hit by a car. Oh well, at least it was a Ford. Fords are my favourite!" people, thank you very much. Jesus Christ! I would annoy the shit out of myself. Besides, maybe I like being a statistic. How many English statistics do you know, in America, that is." She shook her head and rolled her eyes again.

He offered her a cigarette and she took it. Twirling it between her fingers a few minutes, remembering they took both her light and her matches. Guess that's what she got for burning her old school down. It had only been the lunch hall, but still. " Do you got a lighter? They took mine." She asked.

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[Tyler Ian Cooper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #096373;][bg=82b8b8] [style=background-color: #488789;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]rain falls angry on the tin roof Tyler was unbothered by the eye roll she sported, being known for doing the same quite often. However, at her response of what she thought being nice was, Ty lifted his brow with a soft laugh. "Uhm, obviously, you need a lesson in being nice if you think that's what it is. Try saving the hostility for someone who actually hits you with a Ford and not someone who is just sitting here." Really, the girl seemed a few crayons short of a box, but whatever. He had other things to worry about to be bothered by some girl with her panties in a twist. He grabbed the lighter he had in his jeans pocket, lifting his hips up enough to actually pull it out before settling back down and tossing the lighter at her. "Keep it," he said as he flicked his hair out of his eyes, not caring about what happened to that particular lighter. The lighter in his cigarette box was one that he did not share with people. It was his lighter. Well, it had been Matt's lighter, and that was why he refused to part with it. It was one of the few things he had left of his best friend. It was that lighter, a bracelet that never left Tyler's left wrist, and the newspaper story on his best friend's death that was stored in a box in his dresser along with his razor blades and first aid kit. Tyler absently toyed with his collection of bracelets and strings that littered his left wrist, twisting them around as he rocked back and forth on his feet again. "Your attitude is why you're stuck in St. Hell, right? Or is it something else you don't wanna talk about?" Tyler did not bother trying to keep it a secret why he was at the school. After all, anyone could get access to his information and find out. Plus, if they ever saw his scars, it was right there on his skin. "How long have you been here? There's this guy in my class that's been here for four years already. That'd suck." Tyler was not sure why he was trying to have a conversation with the girl. He really just wanted to be alone; but, at least she was a distraction. He needed as many distractions as he could get. [/style] WORDS - 0403 - NOTES - a little better this time. - TAG - open/brie - OUTFIT - here [/style]

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[Brie Lewis Ledger]

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they taped over you mouth,
Scribbled out the truth with their lies

Brie laughed and shifted on the pavement. Her foot had started to get that uncomfortable ‘pins and needles’ sort of feeling in it, what more, the ground had left a gravelly imprint on her foot. She picked at the tiny rocks; none of them were bigger than a piece of broken pencil lead. The red head rolled a particularly large on between her fingers before flinging it into the distance. She didn’t hear it land. No surprise there. It was itty-bitty. The girl doubted she would have heard it should it have landed right next to her pierced ear.

“I’ll have plenty left for the person who does, don’t worry. This is considerably mild compared to what they’ll get.” She said, nonchalantly, picking up a proper rock from the ground and turned it over in her hand. She studied its surface, paying careful attention to the large, jagged gash in its otherwise smooth face. She liked it and pocked it. Her little bug would enjoy it. The stupid little creature needed a new perch, since Brie had broke the last on when she threw it out the window the other day. Fortunately, it had hit the tarmac instead of her intended target. It hade been a rather gnarly, heavy rock.

Brie took the lighted and nodded her head in thanks, giving him a fleeting smile. She hadn’t held one in such a while; it was nice to own one again. She lit it with a quick, well-practiced flick of her thumb. Her old one had been a pretty thing made of ivory and, while this one could hardly be compared to it, she almost felt it more valuable. Almost. The other one had been given to her by her best friend, her replacement sibling. Still, it was very nice to have one again. She watched the flame for a while before bringing it up to her lips to light the cigarette between them.

She let the flame die when the boy spoke to her and look up at him. He had asked about her reason for being her. Of course he thought it was her attitude, who didn’t? Brie shook her head. “Pushed my brother into out fire place while it was going then burned down the lunch hall at my last school. The first one got me to Texas the last got me here. In my defense, I didn’t burn the building down on purpose You?.” She shrugged and went back the lighter, flicking it on and off, stopped only to take an occasional puff at the cigarette.

She looked up again, annoyed at all his questions. The redhead closed her eyes, thinking. She had moved from London about two year ago, and live on the ranch for a bit under a year… A Year and a half maybe? She wasn’t sure. “’Bout a year I think. Not longer than a year and a half, for sure. So, not that long, though it’s been too long already.” She just wanted to go home.

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[Tyler Ian Cooper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #096373;][bg=82b8b8] [style=background-color: #488789;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]rain falls angry on the tin roof He raised a brow at her words and lifted his shoulders in a shrug. He had friends with worse attitudes than hers; so, he guessed he could just deal with it. It was better than dealing with his thoughts, after all. Tyler could not seem seem to sit still. He fidgeted in the swing, biting his lip lightly. He nodded a little when she explained why exactly she was there. He honestly did not care about whatever she had done before. It was of no importance to him. He did not know enough about her to actually care. Tyler tapped his fingers on the chain on the swing before toying with the bracelets again. "Apparently trying to take your own life is grounds for getting sent away to school," he said with another shrug, resting his head against the chain once again. He wanted to try again; but, he had to get the staff off his back first. Before that, though, he had to make sure his brother would be okay. He was thinking things through better this time. His first priority was his younger brother. Tyler needed to make sure that the other teen would be fine, that their parents wouldn't make his life harder than it already was. They had never been a picture-perfect view of a family; but, Tyler had always been close to his brother. Tyler absentmindedly wet his lips and nodded a little when whatever-her-name-was said that she had been there a little over a year. That had to suck. Tyler was not sure he would make it that long. He idly rubbed the scar under his bracelets while flicking his hair out of his eyes once again. "I've been at St. Hell a grand total of a few long weeks and have only recently been let out of twenty-four hour watch." Tyler held his hands out in a sarcastic imitation of 'jazz hands' before hanging onto either one of the swing's chains as he continued to rock back and forth. He had a lot of energy, though he was not sure where it was from. Of late, he had been more lethargic and just wanting to sleep all the time. Maybe it was more of a nervous energy, though he would not say that he was nervous at all. He was trying to make the doctors and counselors think he was getting better, that the attempts at therapy were helping. "Have they made you try a group therapy session yet? They seem to think it'll make me open up to making friends or some bullshit like that." Tyler had no problems making friends when he wanted to or was interested in the idea. He did not need new friends, however. He was fine with the ones he had; and, no one was going to replace Matt. Ever. [/style] WORDS - 0482 - NOTES - a little better this time. - TAG - open/brie - OUTFIT - here [/style]

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[Brie Lewis Ledger]

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they taped over you mouth,
Scribbled out the truth with their lies

Brie snorted and shook her head. "That'll do it for you." she wrinkled her nose. "Christ, I'm starting to sound like a bloody country bum. What do you think, am I getting on of those retarded accents?" she asked, paranoid about loosing her own accent. It was the only piece of home she had left and she wouldn't loose it like she'd lost everything else. Not that she had much to worry about. She still had a strong, northern London accent. You could pick up the slightest Texas twang, if you listened closely, but it wasn’t all that noticeable. Still, any once of it bothered Brie. She didn’t want to end up a Clarendon hillbilly like her Grandmother.

She leaned back on her elbows and looked up at the dark sky. The redhead pulled the cigarette from between her pale lips, its presence bothering her now. She put the smoldering end in her mouth to snuff it out then tossed it on the ground. The ashes were bitter and the burning paper hurt like hell, but she didn’t care. Before she had come here, the girl would used to light matches and stick them in her mouth. She still did, when she could get her hands on it. Needless to say, she was rarely able to taste her food, unless she laid off for a month or two, which she sometimes had to. She pulled the lighted at again and looked at it, very glad she had one again. Brie took to lighting it repeatedly, again, occasionally sticking her finger in the actual flame.

“This place is pointless. I don’t actually see how it helps. They should just let us get on with our lives how we want to. It’s not like we’re hurting anyone. Well, you’re not anyways; I can’t really talk about that. Still, it’s selfish and cruel and shit. How long are you planning on staying?” The girl sat up again, elbows aching. The night sky wasn’t that beautiful and it was always the same. She looked at the ground again. It was more interesting because it was always changing, never constant.

Unable to find a comfortable position anymore, she stood and yawned. He made a comment about her going to group sessions and she laughed. “Me? Are you kidding? They tried once then figured out that it was a bad idea. Hmm… Let me see… I think their reasoning was I was ‘disruptive’, ‘rude’, ‘insubordinate’, and a ‘negative influence’. I think those are about right. Oh, and I swore too much, though, I did amp that up on purpose.”

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[Tyler Ian Cooper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #096373;][bg=82b8b8] [style=background-color: #488789;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]rain falls angry on the tin roof Tyler did see some point in the place, but it got lost somewhere along the way in trying to help people that did not need help. There were truly students that could probably benefit in a place like St. Helena's, but the entire idea of the place seemed to have gotten warped somewhere along the line and it went past the point of helping. If it tried a different approach, then maybe it would work better. The students did not want to be treated like there was something wrong with them. They needed a place to be accepted. However, that was asking for some kind of miracle. "Staying where? The park? Until sun-up. The school?" Tyler asked, pausing as he glanced in the direction that St. Helena's was in before lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "Long enough to make sure my brother will be okay." His brother was one of the few people that he had left in the world; he was not just going to abandon the kid. Or, he would try not to, anyway. There was no guarantees, there. He had never been able to tell his brother that he would never try to take his life again; he had only been able to promise to try not to. Tyler smirked a little when she explained her experience in group therapy. That sounded about right. He could easily see her being the student to do that. He had simply sat there the entire time, glaring at a spot on the floor. He did not say a word, to anybody. "I just don't say anything at all. They're not gonna make me go anymore," he answered with a shrug. He felt a passive way of getting out of group therapy was much better than acting out. Then again, he did not really want a whole bunch of peoples' attention on him at one time, and acting like a total douche would do that. He would leave that for the attention-starved kids. "'M Tyler, by the way." He figured he may as well introduce himself to the girl. It was odd talking to her and not knowing who she was. Tyler was not sure why either of them were still there; but, he could also see the two of them forming a possible tentative, albeit reluctant, alliance, if not friendship. He did not picture them ever being particularly close; but, Tyler did not get close to people. That was how you got hurt. "I hate it here; but, I'd rather be here than at home. Home's not exactly a very... friendly place. It tends to boarder on hostile more than anything. At least here, I don't have to hear my parents fight about everything." He lifted his shoulders in a shrug, not finding any reason to not explain why exactly he did not seem as angry as a lot of students as being there. It was true, though. Despite how much he did not like the place, it was still better than home. At least his brother had people who might actually worry about him at the school. That was a positive. [/style] WORDS - 0532 - NOTES - a little better this time. - TAG - open/brie - OUTFIT - here [/style]

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[Brie Lewis Ledger]

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they taped over you mouth,
Scribbled out the truth with their lies

Brie leaned up against one of the poles holding up with swing set. The girl was utterly convinced that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her. Sure she had a violent temper, but that wasn’t uncommon. It wasn’t like she had killed anyone. Her most violent outbreaks happened during what Brie called ‘self-defense’. Of course, that varied from defending herself from actual, physical harm and defending her honor or her reputation. Then there were some things that had been simply caused by accidents, like the school fire or Adelaide Jameson’s broken arm. Few incidents were actually caused because of outright hatred or because she had been bored.

If you compared her violence to her attitude, it’s easy to see where the problem lay. The girl lacked respect for all but a handful of people, many of whom lived out of country or were no longer allowed to see her. Of the handful, very few were adults and only one was related to her. Out of the whole group, only three could control her and get her to speak with a civil tone. One was her grandmother; another was, surprisingly enough, one of the boys from her old school in Clarendon, and the last was her best friend in London. None of them were here in Summersville and she doubted they ever would be.

Brie nodded when he told her how long he would be here. She didn’t ask how he was getting out as she could make a pretty good guess. Of course, she wouldn’t alert anyone to it. Brie had other ideas for getting out. She saved her pennies just so she could get back home. What a surprise her father would get that day. To find his demon waiting for him at the door, waiting to make him experience the hell he had claimed she belonged to. The terror and shock on his face made her smirk. Yes. That would be a good day. She had told him she would kill him. And she had meant it.
“I take it you and your brother are close then?” She asked, despite the fact that that answer was also obvious.

Brie also had a brother. Briemont Ledger Jr. The fact that both his children were named after him showed how much of an ass the girl’s father was. At least, that’s what she thought. He was a proud, arrogant fool, too afraid of what other people thought of him. He had to keep a good exterior image. That’s why he could have a daughter who always caused trouble, one who burned down buildings and gave teachers black eyes.

Brie shrugged. “That’s one way. My way was faster. It wasted less time.” She refused to do what they wanted her to. She could handle her problems on her own. The girl spent most of her one on one counseling time grunting and rolling her eyes. Unfortunately, they had yet to give up on her. “They haven’t quiet got the message when it come to the other sessions, though. Maybe they’ll get it through their thick skulls one of these days. I can’t believe it’s taken them this long.”

He told her his name and nodded. “I’m Brie. You know, like the cheese.” She always compared her name to that. It was better than saying ‘like my father’. She hated her father and didn’t want to be anything like him, not even in name. She had considered changing her last name to Pepper’s, but that would relate her too much to her mother. She had no intentions of being like that bitch.

“My home’s not so bad. I live with my gran. Lived, sorry. She doesn’t want me back until I learn to ‘control’ myself. She’s okay most of the time. ’Better than my parents’” She put finger quote around parents. “Except Texas sucks. It’s too hot and people have some weird-ass accent going on.” She shrugged. “So are you here ‘cause of that? Or did something else cause your ‘problems’” she did the finger thing again.

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[Tyler Ian Cooper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #096373;][bg=82b8b8] [style=background-color: #488789;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]rain falls angry on the tin roof Tyler could not keep from smiling faintly at the question about his brother. His little brother was one of the few people who could honestly make him smile. It had always been that way, though. They were all each other had in their war zone of a home. Sometimes, Tyler wished that he felt it was enough. He wanted to be able to say that it was, that his brother was all he needed. That put too much on a single person, though; and, no matter how much his brother meant to him, Tyler would not put that kind of pressure on the kid. It was not fair. "Yeah," Tyler said after a moment, nodding a little as he finally stilled. "He's one of my best friends." There was almost nothing he would not do for his brother; almost, as there were a few things he could never promise. He nodded a little when Brie introduced herself after talking about the whole group therapy thing. Tyler really wanted to know which crackhead thought that was a good idea. Getting a group of teenagers together in a room was dangerous on its own. Getting a group of unstable teenagers in a room while expecting them to open up about their issues? That was asking for disaster. Tyler honestly did not see any way that scenario could ever be a positive one. He listened quietly as she talked about her family, trying to decide whether or not he actually cared. It had to be hard, not only to be so far away from home, but so far away from anyone you were close to. Tyler had his brother nearby still, though he honestly was not sure that was a good thing or not. He wet his lips absently as Brie asked him if family was why he was there. Tyler absentmindedly twisted Matt's old bracelet around his wrist, resuming rocking back and forth on his feet. He never talked about the accident, or Matt; not with anyone, not even his brother. It was something that just went unspoken. He did not want to remember. He could still practically feel the jolt of the car as it crashed sometimes, and his breath would grow short. Swallowing thickly, Tyler shrugged and said, "My parents made home World War III, so... it never really helped anything. Things just kinda got worse all around as I got older." The guilt he carried with him at all times was practically suffocating; but, it was not for this girl to know. She was still, relatively, a nobody. He was not going to fully open up to her. Glossy details and half-truths were something that Tyler had gotten really good at over the years. How else would he have gotten away with pretending to be okay for so long? "I'm pretty sure my parents hate me. Kind of a common thing with students in St. Hell, huh?" It was something that Tyler had noticed in his short time at the school. Almost every student there had some kind of parent issue. Now, sure, not all of them did. Some of them had very normal and loving families; but, still, there were quite a few you could just look at and see "daddy issues" or "mommy issues". [/style] WORDS - 0551 - NOTES - a little better this time. - TAG - open/brie - OUTFIT - here [/style]

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[Brie Lewis Ledger]

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they taped over you mouth,
Scribbled out the truth with their lies

Brie nodded when Tyler told her about his brother and how they were friends. "That's uh... Nice, I guess." She said with a shrug. Really, she wouldn't know. She had only had one sibling ah he was a spoiled little bastard. Almost all the time she had spent with her brother had been spent fighting, really fighting. Most of the time, Briemont had started it. He would shove her and she would shove him back and, before they knew it, they were rolling on the ground trying to kill each other. He almost did kill Brie once. The boy had had his fat hands around her neck, squeezing the life out of herWhen Brie had finally clawed herself free, she shoved him off of her. When her brother recounted the story to her father and mother, he swore she had been possessed or something. The girl snapped his nose and shoved him into the fireplace.

Of course, no one listened to her side of the story, except for Pepper. Her father was red in the face with steam practically pouring from his ears as the little old woman jabbed her finger in his chest and went on about how he was a failure as a father. Her mother caught a similar tongue lashing which cause her to start sobbing. Briemont was ignored completely, not that he seemed to fussed about that.

The closest thing she had to a nice brother was a guy in Clarendon named Alex. She had met him at the high school there and hated him on first sight. He was your typical gentleman goody-two-shoes. Brie went around trying to find his weakness, trying to make him break. When he finally did smack his in the face, Brie laughed. She considered him a friend after that. The were no longer allowed to speak though. Not surprisingly, the boy's mum though her a bad influence.

Brie listened to Tyler talk about his family and nodded when he said their fighting had made it hard for him. Her parents had never fought very much, unless she was involved. She could, however, relate to his parents hating him. Brie had dealt with that during her time at the Ledger's. "Yeah. Seems like it," she said distantly, thinking about her parents more. She decided she preferred her grandmother as a guardian. No surprise there. The worst that woman ever did when she was angry was have Brie clean out the horses' stalls. Or send her here. Her father had hit her often enough when she was being insolent or disobedient or just a general ass. Of course, she hit back too. His red face brought a smirk to her face. That had always been amusing. He had always looked like a cartoon when he was pissed. "Would you get back at them if you could?" She asked, suddenly without meaning to.

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[Tyler Ian Cooper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #096373;][bg=82b8b8] [style=background-color: #488789;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 19px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]rain falls angry on the tin roof He shrugged a little at her response, flicking his hair back out of his eyes once again. He was not sure 'nice' was the word for it. Sure, he loved his brother; but, some things would just be easier if they were not as close. However, those things were not things he was supposed to be thinking about right then. Good thoughts. He needed good thoughts. Tyler absently snapped one of the rubber bands around his wrists, glancing up at the sky for a moment before looking back to Brie at her question. He had never really thought about it before. It was an interesting question to say the least, and for a long few moments, Tyler had no answer. Finally, though, he shook his head and said, "No, I wouldn't." He laughed a little and flicked his long hair out of his face once again. "It would give them too much power over me, to admit they upset me that much. Plus, I don't hate them anywhere near as much as I hate myself," he explained with a shrug. It was very true, though. It was impossible to bring himself want to get back at people he was more apathetic to than anything. Himself, he hated and wished he could just be rid of himself; his parents? He did not care what happened to them. Anything more than that gave them more control over him than he was willing to give. "What about you?" Tyler was pretty positive that Brie would be one of those who wanted to get back at anybody that she felt had done her wrong; but, he felt no harm in asking. It added to the conversation, after all. "'Course, I'm not sure I'd ever see my parents again if I didn't have to," Tyler admitted after a moment with another shrug. He was not overly torn up about that idea, either. Despite how much Tyler would love to be able to please them, to make them proud of him just once; he would prefer that he never see them again. They just brought so much added stress and self-hatred that he did not need to try to deal with. He hated himself enough as it was without being reminded why they hated him. "There are a few others I wish I could get back at, though... Like my friend's old drug dealer." Honestly, if Tyler ever saw the guy that used to deal to Matt, nothing would stop him from punching the guy square in the face. It would be well worth any repercussions that the action might bring. Tyler would at least feel a little better, if only for a few moments. "I need some caffeine." Tyler stood up as he spoke, flicking his hair out of his eyes. "Coming with or staying here?" [/style] WORDS - 0478 - NOTES - icky word count. - TAG - open/brie - OUTFIT - here [/style]

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[Brie Lewis Ledger]

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they taped over you mouth,
Scribbled out the truth with their lies

A cruel smile played on Brie's lips as she pulled the lighter out again. She lit it effortlessly and watched the flame, thinking. Of course she had plans for her parents, namely her father. Of course, she hadn't actually mentioned it. There would be no revenge if she was sent to a mental hospital. The girl looked at Tyler for a minute, her gaze calculating. She doubted he would mention it to anyone. She blew out the flame.

"The last time I saw my father, I promised him I would kill him. I don't break my promises." The red-head smirked. 'If its a demon he wants, it's one he'll get." She shook her head, smirk fading. "He'll get the worst of it. I don't give a fuck about the rest of them." She just wanted to see him regret his decision, to make him feel the pain she felt, the pain he had cause. "They're the only ones on my list, though." Brie shrugged. "No one else has really caught my attention. No one else is worth it, you could say."

His face wormed its ugly self into her head. Brie smacked her knuckles into the pole, causing the swing set to shake ever so slightly. She swore loudly, not caring. 'If you could redo one moment in your life, what would it be? I don't regret hurting my brother, but I do regret hurting Pepper, I think.' She sighed. 'Why the fucking hell am I even talking to you?" She asked, more to herself than anyone. The girl examined her knuckles. A small bees of blood trickled down the front of them. No damage otherwise, though, except some bruising. It would kill in the morning.

Tyler mention getting some caffeine and Brie shrugged. 'Might as well. S'not like I have anything better to do. Where you going to get it?"

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