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Post by Sonja Maaria Harmaja on Dec 4, 2012 21:48:13 GMT -5
OK. This Eden place, it was a total Hell for a hedonist. How was she supposed to feel good when she couldn't watch good channels, nor go to Facebook to annoy her stupid relatives? Yeah, that's what she'd used Facebook for -- annoying relatives. She'd post a provocative status update or an even more provocative photo and watch the drama happen. Her stupid relatives were so much fun... online. Face to face, not so much. But the Internet seemed to bring out the worst in people.
Now she was stuck in here. Without anything to kill time with. Well, she could watch TV. They had channels that broadcast TV shows and movies, that was something. Except everything they broadcast was probably awful. Sonja wasn't one to enjoy TV shows unless they were absolutely awesome. She hated most movies, because the acting was unreal and the action scenes looked just, well, dumb.
She laid on the bed, not sure if it was free or not, and closed her eyes. She knew she'd have to chat with the other inmates soon, before she had the reputation of a loner and no one would talk to her, but that could wait. Someone could always come to her and chat if she seemed interesting, right? She wasn't on the mood for initiating conversations.
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Post by Taya Ryan Wolfe on Dec 4, 2012 22:37:26 GMT -5
Taya could already feel herself craving the feel of a keyboard and headset. She missed the static screams of frustrated men of all cultures when they were being completely butt-raped by her superior abilities in strategy/ combat video games. There was little that was more satisfying than that feeling of completely knocking a grown man off of his high horse. Taya, of all girls, knew how much it bugged a man to be beaten by a female at his favorite thing. Ohh, how she took pleasure in that!
Of course, her talents were many and widespread, so the pleasure didn't end with her high ranking online community stats. She could chug whiskey all day and not feel a buzz. Well, was that really considered a talent? There were days when that was just nothing but a helluva curse.
She was starving and her stomach was tied up in knots as she placed a pale hand on the doorknob of the room she had woken up in earlier that day. She still hadn't paid much mind to the map that had been provided, so it was actually an ironic relief to Taya that she had found her way back to the room without too much of a problem. She needed to sit down and snuggle into some warm sheets to clear her head. Maybe she was provided her cell phone? She'd love to call her sister and let her know she was okay.
As she opened the door and stepped inside of the dimly lit room, she stopped in her tracks with a jolt. There was....an oddly dressed person in her room. It caught her completely off guard and she could only blurt the first awkward thing that came to mind.
"Oh God!! Wow. I'm sorry, I didn't realize this was the KISS bandroom."
Good job Taya. Foot in mouth, much?
Realizing she was being beyond rude, she couldn't help but smile awkwardly and a bit apologetically while she was it it.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm, um, new here, and this place is really giving me the creeps. Makes me jumpy as hell."
Common sense told her that the only other type of people who'd be boarding at Eden would be people like her. No, people worse than her. She just liked to steal some digital cash now and then, but there were far worse things you could do time for. She was just now beginning to wonder what kind of people they would offer the "jail or Eden" choice to; were their murderers here? Rapists...?
Ha, no... That just wouldn't be ethical or safe.
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Post by Sonja Maaria Harmaja on Dec 4, 2012 23:32:27 GMT -5
"Ha, ha," Sonja said mockingly. She'd heard a lot of similar comments from people ever since she started to dress in her own style. No one could really come up with a new comment, they were always the same - a walking tombstone, a KISS member, a walking Christmas tree (if she happened to be wearing a lot of jewelry), and so forth. There was nothing new under the Sun. And definitely not in the minds of the people she met. She wondered if she'd ever meet a person with something original in their head. Well, this particular girl didn't seem original at all, except perhaps in this place. She seemed too normal to be in Eden.
"Well, I get what you mean. I'm new as well, and this place gives me the creeps as well," she said, deciding to act nice for once. She should find someone to chat with to kill time, and if she was a total bitch to everyone, she'd end up trying to kill time alone. That would result in her going nuts. Though she was already nuts. Kind of. At least she needed her Lorazepams, she hadn't had any that morning and she was getting agitated and anxious.
"How new are you, exactly?" she asked, trying to make a conversation. She figured it wouldn't be polite to ask why the girl was in Eden, even though she was curious, so she didn't ask that. Yet. Perhaps, if they ended up chatting more, she'd be able to ask that. But not yet. She had that much of social intelligence. She didn't have much of it, but enough to not ask overly intrusive questions immediately.
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Post by Taya Ryan Wolfe on Dec 5, 2012 0:13:07 GMT -5
Taya's concerns at the moment certainly did not include making lasting friendships, but she was wise enough to foresee the likelihood of spending a lot of time with this stranger. Her eyes glanced around at the room; three beds. Two, including Sonja's, looked use. There was someone else strolling about that was going to sleep in here, too? Great. Taya had best be working on her people skills. She saw no advantage in being nasty, so she walked over to the bed farthest away from the other woman, and plopped her butt onto it.
She wasn't told how long she'd be here and, frankly, had never expected this place to be like the Big Brother house. But if she was going to live in a creepy place like this, with lots of inmates, well, she'd better perfect her charming smile. That, or it was time to blend in more than ever.
"I'm so new that I you're the first person here I've met," was her quick and honest response. Feeling restless, her right leg crossed over the other and bounced rythmically, while her eyes traveled across every inch of this place. She stared for a long moment at a camera placed methodically in a high corner.
"So you were going to do time, too? Tell me, how new are you? Are there men here? Should I not wander around by myself? Ick, sorry, I'm turning this into '20 questions.'"
She was still wearing the clothes from the night before: a pair of darkwash skinny jeans paired with a ruffled orange blouse that had spaghetti straps. She could smell the faint trace of beer that she had spilled on herself playing beer bong with the nerds. That was the last thing she could remember doing before blacking out unexpectedly.
"I'm Taya. Sorry for being rude. I have an unbridled tongue that landed me here; I'm starting to think that jail would have been far more relaxing. Damn my thirst for adventure."
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Post by Sonja Maaria Harmaja on Dec 5, 2012 0:55:05 GMT -5
Sonja watched as the other girl sat down on the bed and wondered briefly what the third girl would be like. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and played with her upper lip piercing for a second, knowing it made her look a bit more menacing than she usually looked.
"Well, you're the first one I've met as well, so I don't know anything about men or wandering around yet," Sonja said. She knew she was a bit defensive for nothing, but she couldn't help it. Whenever she was asked questions, she got defensive. She'd been like that for... for god knows how long. It was what her mother had called "a bad attitude", and what her classmates in school had called "being a bitch". Well, truth to tell, she probably had a bad attitude. Towards people in general.
"I'm here because I had a bad habit, I didn't really break any laws but I got sent here to learn to cope, so to speak," Sonja said. She knew she sounded like the usual inmate, feigning innocence, but she knew she hadn't broken any laws, really. Well, she wasn't sure if lying to your doctor was a crime, but it didn't matter. She wasn't in Eden because of law-breaking, end of story.
She cracked her knuckles and smiled as the girl apologized for being rude. Sonja was used to rude people. Hell, she was one of them, if needed. But at the moment she was too tired and way too hungover to be anything a bit mocking.
"I'm Sonja. Well, thirst for adventure can be a good thing... sometimes," she said, giving a smile.
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Post by Taya Ryan Wolfe on Dec 5, 2012 17:51:25 GMT -5
Taya wasn't totally oblivious to her roomate's tone of voice, of which suggested some sort of bitter feeling or annoyance. However, it didn't faze her. If there was one thing Taya was used to, it was negativity. It was all around her, every aspect of her life, and she'd learned over the years that ignoring people's hatred and anger was the easiest way to overcome it. That, or using her superior wit to completely insult a person without them understanding; it depended on her mood, really.
Right now, she felt a sort of kinship to Sonja, and was suddenly put at ease by her tough exterior but her oddly not-so-tough manner of conversating. She cracked a smile at Sonja's last sentiment, about adventure, though her mind was still processing the information that the mohawked woman had offered so freely. A bad habit that needed a 'cleansing environment? An addict, perhaps. She'd seen plenty of those before, but not necessarily a drug addicted person. There were many different types of addictions and Taya was not usually so quick to jump to preformed ideas or cliches. Of course, her hurtful comment earlier about Sonja's appearance took away most of her credibility on this subject... She was already wishing she could take it back. Sonja didn't look like a silly rockstar with a forked tongue, just badass. Power to her for doing things her own way.
"Sounds rough. My cousin had a bad habit, also known as an addiction to pain killers. He didn't live past his twenty-fifth birthday. Another beautiful candle snuffed out so easily."
The memory was actually more hurtful than she'd ever let on. Her cousin had been a good friend of hers and the only other person in her life besides Rorik who'd shared her loved of all things computer. But once he'd started muffling all of his pain with temporary drug relief, he became a stranger to himself, and to Taya. Now he was dead, end of story.
Stuffing a black hair band into her mouth, Taya pulled back her shoulder-length blonde hair and was quick to start tying it back into a ponytail. It made her feel more focused, more in her zone, if that made any sense.
"Hmm, well, Sonja. Maybe fulfilling this thirst for adventure can miraculously cure you of your bad habit and simultaneously wipe me of my abilities to wreak hell on those which feed on the weak... I'm in here because I hacked bank files and made myself richer with a snap-" her fingers played along with her story, snapping suddenly, "of my talented fingers. You may as well call me Robin Hood."
With an sudden look of bitterness about her, Taya dropped her hands on her lap and chewed on the inside of her lip, thinking of all the circumstances that had brought her this far. No one really wanted to hear life stories, though, so she kindly spared Sonja details that would bore her, about insurance and cancer and greedy doctors.
Without looking up, her thumb pointed backwards, up towards the sketchy camera system in the corner.
"Please tell me these aren't in the bathrooms, too?"
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Post by Viola Rei Nox on Dec 5, 2012 21:54:30 GMT -5
VIOLA
When the curtain's call
Is the last of all
When the light fades out
All the sinners crawl [/size][/center][/color][/color] ---------------------------------------------------- Viola had only visited the room she would be staying in once, to make sure it wasn't, you know, infested with rats or painted bright pink. Just to see what it was like. She had been slightly pleased to see it was a moderately normal living space where she could stay without being overwhelmed. Her two roommates had not been there at the time; whether they had just not been there at that moment or had not even arrived yet, she was unsure. And now, as she was walking back to her new room, she wondered what they would be like. She wasn't accustom to the idea of sharing a living space. She had had her own bedroom her entire life, so it might take some getting used to. She just prayed she would have roommates that weren't complete terrors or bitches like the horrid human beings, scratch her brother, who she had been living with for the past few years.
Viola approached the room, pushing it open slightly and peeking in to see if her roommates had arrived. To her surprised, two girls stood in the room. One she recognized, one she didn't. The one she didn't was rather, well.... Now she meant no offense in saying this, she completely believed in dressing as you want and expressing yourself through appearance, but she looked terrifying. She quickly scolded herself; she couldn't judge people solely based on their appearances. Cruel habit, and she knew how terribly wrong a first impression based on appearance could be.
The two were chatting about something, though as Viola had not heard the beginning of the conversation, she wasn't able to find out. A quick debate formed in her mind, and she wondered if she should just close the door and go about her not-so-merry way, or should she go ahead and speak? She would have to introduce herself eventually, it was inevitable. So, mustering up the tiny amount of courage she could summon from within her, Viola let her words be heard in a quiet voice, "Oh, hello. So are you two my roommates, then?"
[/font] ---------------------------------------------------- So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
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At the mess you've made Tags: Sonja and Taya. Words: 349, short, sorry :p. Outfit: Clicky Notes: Hope you don't mind me jumping in, I thought a thread between the three, since they're roommates, would be nice ^.^ |
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Post by Sonja Maaria Harmaja on Dec 6, 2012 8:00:42 GMT -5
Sonja sighed quietly. While she could hold a conversation with ease, it didn't mean she enjoyed chatting with people. Mostly because most of the time she could see in their eyes that they either feared her or thought she was pathetic. Or both, which was the worst case scenario. She knew she'd chosen her appearance: she was the one who'd skipped meals to achieve thinness, she was the one who'd dyed her hair black or the colors of the rainbow or whatever, she was the one who'd teased her long hair into a mohawk-like hairdo. But it didn't mean it wasn't frustrating when people looked at her as though she was a weird animal that had escaped the zoo. Seriously. It was the 21st century, you'd think that people would be used to seeing different kinds of people, right?
"I'm sorry," Sonja said sort of uncaringly. Hell, she didn't know the person the Taya was talking about, so why should she care? Also, it seemed that Taya didn't care about it too much, either, so there was no need for a dramatic, sob-inducing "I'm sorry", was there? Also she could have said that she'd made it to 25 without any trouble (besides the urgent need to commit suicide she'd been plagued with), but she figured it wouldn't be a nice thing to say.
Sonja had to smile when Taya described the reason she was in Eden for. "In my opinion, those who steal from the rich should be celebrated and not punished," she said. "After all, the rich steal from the poor." She knew her way of thinking was a bit twisted, but that' how she saw it. Most of the rich people were rich only because they were uncaring enough to exploit the poor. And if someone was good enough to steal from the rich, well, good for them. Knowing why Taya was at Eden made Sonja respect her. Perhaps she wasn't such an ordinary, boring girl, after all?
She glanced the camera and let out a frustrated sigh. "I wouldn't be too surprised if they were in the bathrooms as well, to be honest. Who knows what kind of a pervert runs this place?" she said, smiling wickedly. She knew it wouldn't be too much trouble to tear down the cameras, but she also knew it would have consequences. She didn't know if she would be punished or if her stay in Eden would simply be extended, but neither of those options sounded good. She would rather pee in front of cameras than stay in Eden longer than necessary.
Sonja's thoughts were interrupted by another girl greeting them. She looked at the girl, and smiled. She was relieved to see that the third girl wasn't a monster-looking creature and didn't seem like a total creep. "Yep, we're your roommates," Sonja said. The thought of introducing herself didn't even occur to her.
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Post by Taya Ryan Wolfe on Dec 6, 2012 19:30:19 GMT -5
She was starting to think that this was going to be a piece of cake. I mean, if this was all there was going to be to her "punishment," then she might actually consider forgiving their methods of bringing her here while she was out cold. She still didn't fully understand how they drugged her drink in a room full of so many people, but it wasn't the worst thing to have happened to her. As far as she could tell, she hadn't been raped like was reassured on her welcome paper, so that was also a nice bonus. The thought of being helpless and under someone's jurisdiction really pissed Taya off. No matter, maybe this was better than jail. Time would tell.
Her eyes were neutral as she watched Sonja's face as the roommate praised her for her thievery. Taya felt a mixture of pride and, yes, a mild feeling of shame, though it was short lived. She would never forgive the people who'd denied her sister treatment that would help rid her of cancer. Taking from them to give life to Wynter was the only option that had made sense. It was that or they would have had to waste more and more time trying to raise charity funds and look for support groups.
She smiled. At least she could say she'd done all she could to help Wynter. The teenager had finished all of her treatments successfully before Taya had been caught.
She left the subject alone for now, addressing instead the bathroom/ camera issue that she had brought up. She wondered just has serious Sonja was and cringed.
"How disgusting. I'll tweak with them if they're really there. I'm great with electronics."
Her mouth moved as she was ready to speak again, but something seemed to have caught Sonja's attention. In the same moment, the girl at the door spoke, and Taya turned to stare.
Wait, hadn't she seen this girl before somewhere?
"Wow, I feel like I'm in summer camp again," she said in a tone of voice that was hard to differentiate from unease or actual enthusiasm. Her eyes were generally kind as she sat with her hands still in her lap, watching the newcomer.
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Post by Viola Rei Nox on Dec 7, 2012 18:44:48 GMT -5
VIOLA
When the curtain's call
Is the last of all
When the light fades out
All the sinners crawl [/size][/center][/color][/color] ---------------------------------------------------- She had to admit, these girls were giving off rather good vibes. Even the girl with the slightly terrifying appearance. She had gotten a friendly greeting from both of them, and they didn't look like they hated her and were plotting to kill her or anything. A nagging thought tugged at Viola's mind as she wondered what they were here for. Not that it should really matter; in Viola's opinion, judging someone for what they had done wasn't something she wanted to do, it seemed wrong. They all did something bad to get in here, so why judge? It's not like anyone could talk.
A benign smile swept across her face, and she nodded gently at the two of them. The room had a rather friendly vibe and slightly enthusiastic, much unlike the atmosphere of her former home, which was a mixture between shady disgust and dislike between the inhabitants. She had hoped that it would be different here, so at least something about this place would be good, and it appeared as though her prayers had been answered. Hopefully. Viola pushe the door open a bit more and entered the room, so her entire body was inside, rather than just her head. With a light tap she gently pushed the door, and it closed with a lazy click.
Viola walked over to the empty bed that appeared to have not been claimed yet and took a seat, feeling slightly awkward, as though she had just barged into a conversation, which, most likely, she had. An uncomfortable moment followed her action where she pushed a lock of white hair from her face and glanced around the room, before she finally decided to open her mouth and utter something to, hopefully, disspell the awkwardness that she had felt settle around her. Of course, whether the other girls felt this, she wasn't entirely sure. Half the time Viola felt awkward around people she didn't know, so it wasn't an unusual feeling; but this time, she couldn't just ignore the world around her. She actually had to talk and make acquaintances. It was clear by the slight discomfort betrayed on her face that she wasn't entirely new to this, but she tried her best to cover it up with introducing herself to the best of her ability, "I'm Viola, nice to meet you both." she stated simply, another shy but now slightly distant smile on her face.
[/font] ---------------------------------------------------- So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
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At the mess you've made Tags: Sonja and Taya. Words: 402. Outfit: Clicky Notes:Took a bit longer for me to post this than anticipated, but I'll be able to post a bunch more over the weekend and the next weeks to come ^.^ [/b] |
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Post by Sonja Maaria Harmaja on Dec 7, 2012 19:11:53 GMT -5
"My name's Sonja," Sonja said as she suddenly realized she hadn't introduced herself to the newcomer. Viola. What a beautiful name that was. Sonja had dreamed about being Violet or Viola or something similar, but she'd buried those dreams and decided to learn to live with being Sonja. A nice boy had once said that every single Sonja was a pretty girl, so Sonja had learned to accept her name. Compliments made her purr. "It's nice to meet you, too!"
Sonja watched as Viola sat on the bed. She wondered if the three of them would become friends or if they'd just remain acquaintances. That would be a shame - she was really starting to like these girls. Then again, she was notorious for starting to like people too much. At first, she despised them and thought they were the worst, but once they'd exchanged a few words, she liked them. It'd always been like that, and it was probably always going to be like that.
She sat up and stretched her arms above her head. Her upper back gave a nice crunch, and she smiled. Her muscles were a bit tense, she'd probably been in a bad position when she'd been out cold. But it would get better, eventually. She should just stretch and perhaps talk someone into giving her a massage.
"So, how long have you been here, Viola?" Sonja asked. She wanted to ask the girl dozens of questions but figured it'd be for the best if she first found out if she could answer them at all. Perhaps Viola would know if there were cameras in the bathrooms?
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