--let the flames BEGIN ((TJ))

[--eisley domonique harlow]

--*what a shame we all became*--
[[such fragile broken things]]

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[/color] she told the girl behind the counter at Baskin Robins. Ice cream just sounded rather yummy at the moment and it wasn’t like Eisley had anything else to do. She didn’t have ballet practice for another 3 hours and she would much rather be out of the stuffy dorms. She really had issues with being cramped into a tiny room for a long period of time. Well, she had issues with it when she wasn’t high or wasted at least. She shook her head at the thought and brushed her hair back with a smooth pass of her hand. She had way too many thoughts running through her head these days. Never any fun to be thinking that much.

She could feel heads turn as she sat down and crossed one slender, toned leg over the other. She was a pretty girl after all, her hair and eyes always helping to attract attention to her. She smiled, loving the looks the guys a few tables away were giving her. It was something she enjoyed and she’d admit. Attention was always nice when given at the right time. It was something that she had become accustomed to and damn, did she ever enjoy it. She smiled as she looked at her ice cream, her tongue snaking from between her pale pink lips to give it a smooth and happy taste. She smiled as she tasted the cool flavor. Glad to have a bit of a treat, she settled within her chair. [/size][/color]

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[T.J Merrit]

TJ walked threw the door, and sighed. He had a major headache. Every light hurt his eyes, head pounding like no tomorrow. Walking to the counter, he looked at the flavors. "Just mint chocolate chip." He said, in a rather rude tone. He wasn't in the mood for anything, and he knew what was coming. He would loose control over himself soon. And he knew it. The girl behind the counter made a face at him, snobby looking one to be exact and got him his ice cream. He handed her a ten dollar bill, and walked away, not caring about the change. She could kept it for all he cared.

Noticing a bleach blond girl, his lips pressed together, making them a fine line. He smirked a bit. She looked rather pretty, she has to have plenty of friends, and more. Walking over, he asked the girl, "Is this seat taken?" The words calmy coming from his lips, moving eith such ease, like he has nothing to hide. When he had a lot to hide.

Before she could say anything, he sat himself down in the chair. She was pretty, he would give her that, but Tyler wasn't the kind of guy to fall for someone just with looks. Strange wasn't it? Most guys looked for how pretty some girl is. Not him. He wasn't normal.

He was far from normal.

[--eisley domonique harlow]

--*what a shame we all became*--
[[such fragile broken things]]

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[/color] she said with a blinding smile, her lip ring gleaming against the pale glistening pink of her lips. She examined the boy sitting before her. She was sure she hadn’t seen him before. And usually, Eisley saw EVERYBODY. Ah well, a new face was always good to throw into the mix of things. He didn’t seem at all affected by her looks and though it was a changed she kind of liked it. Change was never a bad thing these days and it always seemed to work out right to her advantage.

She eyed him, taking another taste of her ice cream and licking the flavor that remained from her lips. ”so what’s your name? im Eisley.” she said, her bit of a southern accent coming out as she spoke. Her eyes scanned their surroundings before falling back upon him. He seemed rather calm and collected but she knew that could very well just be an act. Wouldn’t stop her from becoming interested though. Very few things did actually. To her, that was a great thing but in all reality, it was probably a horrible thing. She really seemed to be attracted to the wrong types of boys, always thinking that she could work through it and make it all better. She liked her share of projects and boys were always a top priority within her eyes. She batted her full lashes once and then took another bite of her ice cream, her pale eyes falling upon his.
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listening to;; new divide && faint by linkin park
lyrics by;; paramore[/color][/ul][/center][/blockquote]

[T.J Merrit]

T.J just stared at her. Saying nothing. Did he want her to know his name? Who he was? No. He didn't. Pressing his lips to his mint ice cream, he looked at her. "Sure was." He said, with no emotion at all in his voice. His head was pounding.Taking a rather large bite from the ice cream, he sighed. His teeth cold from the ice cream.

"I'm new to here." Was about all he said after a moment. His deep voice a rumble from his throat. He didn't care if she didn't like him from just looking at him. No one really did. He strangled a girl once, that was a bad day. She was being a bitch to him, and he was in one of his 'moods' and lost it. She was dead time they got her to the hospital. Her windpipe crushed from his hands. He was tried for murder, but was not found guilty, for no one had bee around to show that it was him. Though, everyone already knew not to mess around with him.

Taking another bite out of his ice cream, his heard the voices again. Aw. Isn't she cute. Too bad she isn't going to be later on. the voices rang in his head. Not now. Just maybe in an hour or so. Enough to get her out of were people are. He thought, telling the voices what his plan was. He thought everything threw, but really never expected the victims response. They would be different every person, every time. Though, most of the time they were rather predictable.

Pulling one hand from his ice cream, he put it in the pocket of his sweatshirt. His hand ran over a cold metal knife. He was always carrying some sort of weapon on him. Weather he used it or not was different story.

[--eisley domonique harlow]

--*what a shame we all became*--
[[such fragile broken things]]

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[/color] She said softly, her southern accent playing across her pale pink lips.

She looked at her ice cream, suddenly rather sick of it. She stood, walking to the trash can and tossing it in. She slowly walked back to their rather small table and looked to him. ”Hey, I kinda don’t wanna be here anymore. Do you wanna just go somewhere and talk?” She wasn’t a smart girl sometimes. Offering to go off with a guy she barely knew anything about. Hell, she didn’t even know his name. What did that really say about her? Not anything good really. She still stood there, patiently waiting to hear his reply. Oddly enough, she hoped that he would say yes. She could use someone to just be with, even if talking wasn’t a part. She just wanted some company.
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listening to;; new divide && faint by linkin park
lyrics by;; paramore[/color][/ul][/center][/blockquote]

[T.J Merrit]

T.J blinked at her, his pale eyes watching her like she was a show. She was something alright. Pretty too. But that just added on to what he was thinking. His insane thoughts, taking over his mind. He had no control over himself most of the time, and it bugged him that he couldn't stop himself. Though, at the moment he could care less weather or not the boy was insane or not. Strangling the poor sophomore in Boston was fun to him though, her screams, her rage against the boy was what set him off. He was only minding his own business and boom, she explodes at him. He was never in a good mood to begin with, and he just snapped after being laughed at, and ignored and just mad fun off. He was very close to ripping that girl's throat out. But he ended up not doing so. "No." He paused. "I don't see a reason why i should talk a lot." He said.

Watching her get up and throw away her ice cream, he blinked when she asked to go somewhere else to talk. Was this girl stupid? You shouldn't ask a guy in mostly dark cloths, with tattoos on his arms to just go somewhere quiet to talk. It was just common sense for most people. "Sure." He said, his low voice passing threw his pinkish lips. Standing up, he walked over to the trash that was next to the girl, and threw out his ice cream. "Where do you want to go?" He asked.

His hands were balled up into fists, trying to make sure that he didn't just take a swing at her now. Maybe around the back of the building would be good, or just out and into a dark alley around here. He needed to calm himself down, and the only way to do that:

Was to hurt someone.

[--eisley domonique harlow]

--*what a shame we all became*--
[[such fragile broken things]]

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[/color] she said with a soft shrug.

She waited on his answer, leaning back against the edge of the table where they had been sitting. She could still feel the burning on her right wrist as she leaned against it, curious to whether the bandage that covered her newest cut was holding or if her crimson blood was spilling onto the sleeves of her newest shirt. She seemed to favor long sleeves, they were much easier to hide all the years of cutting and even a few of drugs. She bit at her lower lip again, feeling a bit nervous. She didn’t like many people knowing about her years of cutting and she did a fair job of hiding it in her performances on stage. She chose to wear decoration upon her wrists sometimes, making her seem unique when it was just a cover for what she hid from the outside world. Poor little Eisley, she just couldn’t think straight sometimes…..
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[T.J Merrit]

T.J looked at her/ "Sure. That will work." he said, hinting nothing of what he was thinking. He put his hands into his pockets and looked at the door . "Come on." He said. Tyler took her right wrist and looked at her. She probably cut herself or something because he was able to feel the bandage and the warm liquid of her blood on his fingers. He started to walk to the door. He didn't understand this girl at all. He sighed a bit and walked out the door. Turning his head back to her, her blood on his hand was not making this situation any better then it was before. He smile an eerie, deathly grin that you would see in horror movies. And not the crappy ones, the good ones.

He pulled her around to the back of the building and held her up on the wall. "Your different then others." He said. He had one arm on her and his other hand was playing with a knife in his pocket. Pulling the knife out he held it to her ribs. Saying nothing, he smiled at her and pressed the knife into her, probably cutting her cloths and some skin too.

[--eisley domonique harlow]

--*what a shame we all became*--
[[such fragile broken things]]

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[/color] she said softly, her eyes falling to the ground and her voice barely audible as she spoke. And then, she felt it, the cool knife blade pressed into her ribs. It sliced through her shirt, ripping the thin cloth. She felt it slice across her skin ever so slightly, her warm blood flowing onto the smooth, porcelain skin of her stomach. She didn’t flinch, or wince even. She just stood there, letting him cut her as she stared into his eyes. She wasn’t scared of pain… she wasn’t scared to die. Eisley was merely unaffected… unafraid.
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[T.J Merrit]

Tyler just stared at her. She didn't flinch at all. He made a face at her. She was something alright. He pressed harder, the knife was probably hitting her rips by now. He eased up on the pressure a bit. He looked at her. "Someone is a tough little girl." He said, mocking her. "You can't be that hard to break. I've killed before sweat heart. And I'm not afraid to do it again." He said. He put the knife back into his pocket and pushed her shoulders into the wall. "Care to say anything my dear?" He asked.

His left hand was making its way up to her neck. Slowly and surely it was around her neck in no time. He slowly was tightening his grip. He was going to get a good reaction out of her. If it was the last thing that he did.

"aren't you going to do anything?" He asked, a smirk was on his pale lips. A low chuckle rumbled from his throat. He was having to much fun with this. And the best part was, he has seen other guys that looked like him, so there was no way that she knew exactly who he was, unless they had a class together, with was very unlikely, since she didn't look older then a sophomore, and he was a junior.

[--eisley domonique harlow]

--*what a shame we all became*--
[[such fragile broken things]]

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[/color] she said softly, her eyes falling to the ground before going right back to him.

She felt his hand snake up to the back of her neck, gripping as his fingers wrapped around the slender, smooth curves of it. She could feel the tension and pain building in her neck with each little bit that he tightened but she remained as calm as possible. ”No, I don’t think I’ll do a damn thing.” she said, her eyes still fierce upon his. ”Do you really think this kind of pain bothers me? You felt my wrists… you know. And this, is far less painful from anything else I have suffered. Sure, it hurts like hell, but I feel more pain inside everyday than I have EVER felt physically.” She spoke to him calmly, an odd thing for a girl such as her to be doing in a situation such as this. She wasn’t trying to reason with him, she knew better. His intentions were clear and she wasn’t getting out of the trap that she had oh so willingly led herself into.
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[T.J Merrit]

This girl was really starting to get on his nerves. She wasn't in pain, and this wasn't normal for anyone. "Do I really need to say things?" He asked, his deep voice in a growl.He tightened his grip on her shoulder and pushed her into the wall. He wanted her to do something, scream, cry anything to show that she was in pain. She was reminding him so much like a girl he knew, Annabel. The girl has her problems, but never seemed to hate him. He liked her a lot, but when his mother, Annamarie moved them here, he changed. He was much darker then he was before, like that boy that he didn't know the name of, but was an interesting character.

"Oh really? I think you will do something." He said, chuckles escaping from his whitish lips. Why was this girl even telling him that she has been in more pain. If he wanted to, he could snap her arm in half. That would cause more pain. His left hands snaked down from her shoulder to her upper arm. He tightened his grip, enough to make her arm go numb with how tight his hand was on her. Bending his wrist he put a lot of pressure on that one part of her arm.

He waited for her to say something, and he wanted her to scream. Not a fake scream, but a deadly blood curttling scream. He wanted one of those screams. The ones in the very well played movies when some one in a mask with a knife comes from no where. Or just as someone is having there lungs crushed.

[--eisley domonique harlow]

--*what a shame we all became*--
[[such fragile broken things]]

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[/color] she said softly, not looking at him anymore but keep her eyes lowered all the time.

”But,” she stated ever so simply, her eyes never once going anywhere but to look at the ground. ”I don’t want to do anything.” she said, her voice low and soft, probably making it rather hard for him to hear anything that she was saying. She felt his hand move from her shoulder, finding its way around her upper arm and once he applied pressure there, she felt a burning pain shoot up her arm and down her back. She had fallen, only 2 years before, and broken that arm in that very place. It had been a difficult break and it still managed to give her trouble after all this time. She tried hard to fight it, not wanting to show him how bad it truly hurt her but she didn’t think she could hold it in.

Her will had broken… the pain rushed through her body as she gasped hard, feeling her blood pumping hard and fast through her veins. She felt numbed by the pain, the hurt still there but her will to move nearly gone. She looked up, her head moving ever so slowly as her eyes met his. They had lightened, a swirling mist of icy blue. She had a look of defeat, of sadness. A single tear streaked down her right cheek, stinging her pale, porcelain skin as it slowly moved down, rolling across her lips before falling to the ground below.
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[T.J Merrit]

Tyler smirked, happy. He was glad that she was finally showing something. Pushing on her arm more, he wanted to hear her arm break. He wanted her to scream. He watched the tear go down her face and hi moved his hand from her neck and over to her face and wiped her tears from her face. He smiled at her, looking at her. He smiled at her. "Aw. Did I hurt you?" He asked. he never let his grip on her arm loosen at all.

Smiling, he tightened his grip a bit, and looked at her. His expressionless face looking at her, saying nothing more. he didn't need to say anything. Saying more then nessisary would show that maybe his mind was changing, and that maybe he would stop. He wasn't going to. he would never show her emotion, or anything. He just looked at her, watching her every move. Waiting to see what she would do.

[--eisley domonique harlow]

--*what a shame we all became*--
[[such fragile broken things]]

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[/color] she stated, her voice quiet. She was going to talk, she had to. She needed to. Anything to get her to stop thinking about all the pain. She felt his grip tighten on her arm, the pain growing more as she began to speak again. ”I’m a ballerina. Odd thing to be, I guess. But it’s the only thing I love anymore… it’s funny to think of a ballerina with a broken arm…” she added, wincing at the pain she felt but still holding as strong as she could.

”I bet you have a great talent for an art….” She murmured softly, not letting it be heard really. She wasn’t bribing him with compliments, she believed it to be true. She always found, the more heartbroken, angry, and depressed you seemed, the more talented you really were. Seemed to hold true in her case at least, the worse she seemed to feel… the better her art became. She always danced to slow, sad music to begin with but it got increasingly worse during those times. She finally felt it, the worst pain she hoped she would feel in that alleyway. The bone finally breaking under all of his pressure. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t want to but it was too much to take anymore.

She screamed, her cry echoing in the alleyway as burning tears rolled down her pale cheeks as she went numb with pain. Her heart beat fast and the pain of her arm radiated through her body. She slumped back against the wall, finding it hard to stand without support. She could barely breathe it hurt so much, the pain making her feel as if she was about to black out. She struggled, taking in a shallow breath as she looked back up to him. She said nothing, no words leaving her lips as she stared into his eyes. Her eyes glistened, wet with tears…. Tears from the pain he had caused. She knew he didn’t care. She didn’t expect him to. She was smart enough to know that.
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