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[BAYLEE MARIE HARLEY]

( she will go and set the world on fire )
----------------- NO ONE THOUGHT SHE COULD DO THAT

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"fuck this shit." that had been the last thing she had said before she walked out of the classroom. all she had done was walked in, took one look at the teacher, and decided she didn't want to be there. now she'd walked out of the school, throwing her books in the locker and then going out off the grounds. where was she headed? now baylee hadn't gotten that far ahead of herself. she'd gotten to the part where she was almost sure where she wanted to go, before everything seemed to go black shortly. it was only for a moment, nothing longer. though, who's to say that was a good thing? well, for anyone who ran into baylee it was. but not for her. having a split personality wasn't great (though, she didn't believe she had one) but that was what she had apparently, and it was so strange for her. she'd go from a complete bitch, one that people avoided, to someone who was so kind, so cheerful, so full of energy. the funny thing, she had a different name with this one, she didn't always answer to baylee after a small black out like such-- holly had been so kind to give her another name, one that made it simple to tell each half from the other. she'd answer once or twice, if someone said it enough, but if she met someone knew, she'd introduce her self as such. well, holly called her molly. but that rhymed, she thought maybe that was why she called her molly, because it fit with holly. but she wouldn't complain.

some people said it was because of all the drugs she seemed to take most of the time, but that couldn't have been it. her mother had thought she was always a little off, baylee could remember since her freshman year all the break outs. then again, she did start taking drugs in middle school, but that still couldn't have been it. there was ore to why she had such a problem. why there were two sides of her. baylee-- her given name, was basically the side she let everyone see, the side that as created over the years. growing up, she was nothing like she is now, actually she was more like "molly" than anything. molly's the side she's trying to hide, basically her other half, is the side of her that she wants to put under lock and key. but can't accomplish that. now, why did this happen? baylee, wanted to be like a rock, something you can break. she just got tired of being hurt, and if you put on this armor, then you can't get hurt. it was that simple. only, no one, not even her, had figured out this much. but, this isn't baylee. this happened to be molly. pushing the door open, the senior walked into the museum. art was something she liked looking at, had always been even if it were molly. baylee in general, liked to look at art work. she couldn't figure some out, but she saw what some people were trying to do with it.

skipping down the walk way, she found her ice blue eyes being caught by some piece of work, that just drew her legs toward it. and before she knew it she was staring at it tilting her head, a stupid grin on her face. someone could think she was high, or on an acid trip at the moment (she actually could be without even noticing for all she knew). but she was taking the time to look at it. it made no sense. her head kept tilting to the side, as if she were going to turn her head upside down. and the grin n her face, looked bigger than it should have. to molly, yes molly, nothing should have been as it seemed. this made her think more about what she was looking at, and then, it came to her. it wasn't meant to be what it said it was, at least the title had nothing to do with it. the title made it nonsense, which meant it had nothing to do with the actually art work. maybe she was making nonsense, that wouldn't actually be far fetched, not for this dark haired teen. not at all. when it came to art work, it was always the weirdest of things for her, she saw things other people didn't. but didn't most people here? after all, look where she attended school! half the student population saw things differently then a normal person. it was because they were different. she wouldn't say insane, because in reality no one is really sane.

( words ) 785 ( tag ) anyone and everyone who feels like joining with that oh so amazing baylee/molly. haha ( notes ) god, this post is such an epic fail. but what ever. so sorry it's a bit rambley, and all over the place, forgive me? ( credits ) asking gisela?! for graphics, and kerli -- walking on air for lyrics.

[AIDEN LEE WREDE]

He was the kind of boy to have an explanation for everything, an excuse for why he was disinterested in company at whatever moment it may be, even the glimmer of a reason why he was or wasn't doing, saying, or thinking something. But for the moment, the one thing he couldn't really offer an explanation for was the fact he wasn't in class, because there was no reason in particular, nothing to justify his absence. Just the desire to sleep in a little bit late, to avoid the sunlight and to skip walking through crowded hallways to go to classes full of crazy ass people who chose to act indecently because their illnesses gave them leeway to. There were too many druggies and addicts trying to offer him something to smoke (which was the last thing he needed with his addictive personality), too many angry crazies who would try to take a swing at him if he said the wrong thing, too many emotionally unstable whiners, too many sluts and sex addicts trying to get a piece of him There was just too much for him to deal with for yet another day, so instead of pressing the snooze on his alarm clock, he'd just shut it off completely. Later, he'd wake up later. He'd get around later. He'd shower later. Who cares about class, who cares about truancy, who cares about graduating. It's not like he was going anywhere in life. Everything you do in life will be insignificant anyway, once you die. Those were the thoughts he'd drifted back to sleep with, but they were gone now.

Sometime between now and the time he'd re-awoken from his leisurely sleep, he'd done all the things he'd needed to do: wake up, breakfast, finish a bit of homework, shower, all that jazz. And upon completing these tasks, he'd realized that he had nothing to do for the rest of the day, since going to any of his remaining classes seemed pointless. So without much thought he decided to tour Indianapolis, since the weather had gotten a bit nicer, and he'd still not really looked around too much. Most of the week had been spent getting settled and adjusting to the new environment, not to mention going through his remaining pack of smokes like a whirlwind. Without even bothering to grab a coat or take his phone, which he rarely used anymore, he snatched his keys from the desk by his bed, and evacuated the dorm room, glad to have thought of something to occupy his time other than laze around reading at the library or something completely mundane and boring like that. It didn't take long for him to make it to the city, compared to what it could have been, and the crowding was minor, so there were no problems with his haptephobia, which could also cause further issues if he wasn't careful.

The art museum seemed like an odd choice for the young male, no one would really picture an eighteen year old guy wandering around an art gallery with any sort of interest. But Aiden preferred the arts, or anything really, over social scenes like a club or places like a Starbucks. People weren't his strong point, but it wasn't like he didn't enjoy a decent conversation or the company of someone who wasn't going to annoy the hell out of him, or piss him off. Today was one of those days where he was feeling decently social, so now when presented with the scene before him, he couldn't help but say something. "I think you're putting more thought into it than the artist," he commented to a petite, dark haired girl as he sidled up beside her, crossing his arms and keeping his eyes on the painting she was scrutinizing. What she'd been doing had thoroughly amused him, how she had tilted her head and grinned almost eerily at the piece of artwork, obviously thrilled and curious in a sort of childish way. It would have seemed completely odd to him if it weren't for the fact he'd seen her around Jackson, home of the crazies. That put all the puzzle pieces in place, and it made it somewhat easier to approach the stranger, knowing she wasn't some sort of perfect little saint, completely unlike him.

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( this post is for baylee/molly and is around 750 plus words, it's quality is iffy. sawwy. )

[BAYLEE MARIE HARLEY]

( she will go and set the world on fire )
----------------- NO ONE THOUGHT SHE COULD DO THAT

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she never really noticed when someone stopped beside her. not at the moment, not when it was molly. she was an oblivious one, some things just didn't get to her, while others did. half the time she didn't care if people were around, it was just something she didn't notice often. and as her eyes concentrated on the sculpture her mind seemed to float all about. what had it meant to be when the artist started creating it, she could tell you facts others couldn't. things baylee couldn't. like, the fact most artist have a different idea then what the art it's self gets turned into by their own hands. they start out with this whole concept of what they want, only for it to change into something better, at least for some. molly loved art, and so did baylee it was something they had in common. only molly was the one who would attempt toto create something, baylee would rather observe it. but other than that, it was most likely one of the very few things that both halves had in common, and ever would at this rate. they were so different, and it wasn't hard to tell when something changed. the looks would change-- instead of that "i don't care look" one got from baylee, it'd be this absolute stupid grin, that just made you want to smile and laugh that you got from molly. it just wasn't hard to tell at all.

right at the moment, it wasn't hard to figure out who it was standing there, observing the piece created in front of her. so she wasn't seeing what everyone would see, that could have been because she was over thinking it. some people over thought their art, and some just liked being spontaneous. which in turn, made being an artist even more fun. perhaps that had been what this artist had been going for? getting an idea, and attempted to create it, only for their own art, to become something they hadn't expected. or maybe, they hadn't even thought, and just took the time to let their hands do what they wished.

THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS, BECAUSE I'M A FAILURE.

( words ) 785 ( tag ) anyone and everyone who feels like joining with that oh so amazing baylee/molly. haha ( notes ) god, this post is such an epic fail. but what ever. so sorry it's a bit rambley, and all over the place, forgive me? ( credits ) asking gisela?! for graphics, and kerli -- walking on air for lyrics.