if there's a rocket tie me to it , jaden.

[ARIEL LILLIAN SLADE]

Sweet little Ariel, she always liked to think that she was just like the Disney character from The Little Mermaid, minus the red hair, fish tail, and adding a bit more.. spice. The classic little doll, sweethearted and all smiles, laughs, and sing-song-y goodness, she came off as someone you'd want to spend time with. That was until she pulled out her straight-forward attitude, or bitched at you for something ridiculous, simply to revert the spotlight back to her, it's rightful place. Call her self-obsessed, an attention whore, needy, obnoxious, whatever name you give the problem she has, it doesn't change the fact that she's so narcissistic that she'll convince herself you're just jealous. Another thing that's a bit of a problem -- one that of course, Ariel is in denial of -- is that she is a little bit of a skank, and her constant flirtation and occasional inappropriate physical proximity was slowly beginning to develop her name into something associated with the word "slut." Nine times out of ten, Ariel would make the score she wanted wherever she went, parties, events, anywhere where she found a potential target. She was what you could call... persistent. This kind of behavior tied in with a possible sex addiction, or that's what her parents had thought, and the behaviors she was exhibiting were becoming such a problem (with pregnancy scares, and major breakdowns when it came to losing approval of other people) that they just shipped her off to get her out of their hair.

Maybe that seems cruel, like parenting gone wrong, but one family of four kids can only handle so much of one drama queen, while all the other three kids are handling their own stresses at a reasonable rate. The parents thought it would be easier to just get Ariel's problems addressed, but were unaware that she now hated and spited their names because they shipped her off. She was no problem child! And she was most certainly not mental, or crazy, she didn't have problems! She of all people was completely normal, and had no reason to be here at this asylum school for mentally fucked up people! Talk about being misunderstood. Or at least, that's what little Ariel told herself, completely convinced she didn't have a problem, that she was normal and just a bit more dramatic than the typical teenage girl. Perhaps the typical outbursts she had, and the manipulation and pathological lies, maybe they were just hormones? Everyone else in her grade was sleeping around... well maybe not as often as she had been, or as habitually, but still. That didn't mean she was crazy! And in this sort of spirit, Ariel sat in thought in the bustling student lounge, watching the others as they drifted in and out, getting snacks from the vending machines, sitting and doing their school work in silence, or playing games with friends. The conversations were boring, the food didn't look at all appealing, and Ariel was quite disgusted with the lack of attention being given to her. So with a sort of pout on her pretty little face, she sat in silence, popping and unpopping a snap bracelet she'd picked up at the dollar store (unlawfully) not long before getting shipped off to this place her sophomore year, and thinking up something she could do to return the spotlight to it's rightful position: right on her.

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( 550+ words, low quality, they'll get better as the thread goes on <3 )

[JADEN KENNETH BASETTE]

I felt I have failed
I was meant to make you smile
I was meant to make you shine

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Jaden just sat there, like he often did. He was a people watcher and with how this boy sees the world why wouldn’t he be? Jaden was a special someone - or so you could say. He could see people for what they were - or so he said. You see this boy did have a reason for being in this school. Well, everyone who went there did real, but he was the more, obviously “insane”. This is said, of course, because he denies nothing of what he sees. He is very open to his disorder and doesn’t see it as a problem, in other words. To him, his hallucinations are the real world. This is also to the dismay of every therapist he has seen. So for Jaden it’s simple, there is nothing to fix.
This boy, to put it simply, is schizophrenic. And unlike other schizophrenics he continually sees his hallucinations, and to anybody this would mean that what you see all the time on everyone must be real. And thus his logic makes it so he is not actually mentally ill. But what is also interesting is what Jaden sees directly correlates with the person’s personality - or more their social personality. In short, he sees people as either angels or demons.
The angels are beautiful, obviously, with wings and a glow about them. The demons are also beautiful, but in a dark way. They are the type you know are bad but their beauty is just so addicting, and so are their habits. And these are the people Jaden has been trying to stay away from. He has had enough with demons and screwing him over, but he has an addiction to that dark, lustful world.
Jaden let his eyes wander from on cross-dressing demon to the angel he was talking to. Tonight an angel was going to lose her wing. That happened a lot here. Then a snapping caught his attention and he turned his head in it direction. The snapping was annoying in its absent sort of rhythm. To him any sort of tap or snap or crack needed some sort of rhythm. Then his gaze went to the face that belonged to this person who was snapping the nineties relic. He knew her, and her reputation. Hell everyone knew her. She was one of those demons too. Her wings were rotting , and her face was dark, but gorgeous, and every movement was sensual. She was one of those people he hated to love. She was the type of person that kept him going back to the land of sin. And he knew that she manipulated him horribly, just like she did everyone else, but he was more mad at himself for being so week. He was looking for his angel right? The way he figured is he had the rest of his life to find her…or at least that helped the morning after go a bit smoother.
He stood and walked over her letting his nerves settle a bit before he talked to her. “Were the hell did you find a thing like that?” He smiled a bit. “I didn’t even know they made those anymore.” His lack of social grace was a bit laughable but his crooked smile was cute enough to let it be looked over.


Now this is over and the world falls upon me
I never expected to be here alone
The shadows are forming as we burst into flames
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(556 words. Done. Hope it's okay)

[ARIEL LILLIAN SLADE]

It was disconcerting how the hustle and bustle continued to go on, without so much as a care to her existence, as if she was just some trivial little darling like all the other little wallflowers in this school. Ariel contented herself often to create a little havoc or conduct some sort of outburst to draw attention back to her. But for some reason she was able to settle for people watching, observing the occasional student busting into the lounge for a snack or to settle down and read a book, something similar to that. Often the students spent as much time as possible in this room, procrastinating or skipping class. There were times where teachers came in looking for a missing student, someone who was becoming ridiculously truant. Ariel could never be like that, thinking that no one would notice her absence, so she made sure to appear every day in every class, sick or not. Hell, being sick made it better, the more attention you got from your coughing, sneezing, and retching, the better, in her mind at least. But at the moment no student was being sought for by an angry teacher, and it was generally quiet in the room. Surprisingly, each face that walked through the door she could identify, not that she payed much attention to anyone outside of her little ego-maniacal bubble. She'd listed off a few names mentally, making quick judgments on who they were or whether she'd associate with them.

One of the faces had been Jaden's, and she'd left him as a blank slate for judgment, besides the fact that he was a new kid and oddly good looking for the classic "emo" boy look. She'd had a few classes with him, seen him around, but never spoken with him, much less carried out any flirtatious conversations or made advances on him. That might be a first in Ariel's book, the little skank. It was almost like she'd been born with the genes of a whore, dressing in whatever showed off the right amount of skin, walking in just the way that drew attention to the right assets, and versing herself in the ways of a naughty little flirt. Today was no exception, as she was decked out in a white, spaghetti strap top that showed off her pretty little collarbone and the smooth skin that made up her cleavage, she was even poised in a way that all but screamed for someone to come over and enjoy. It wasn't like she was some sort of sex addict, she just wanted the attention, even if it meant having hands all over her. To her it didn't matter who, either. From freshman boys to her younger teachers, she wasn't partial to any particular type of man, just whichever one would give her the attention she wanted, sexual or otherwise. Even girls, if it was a must, though she sometimes found herself repulsed by this thought, other times enthralled.

What made the case of her renewed and momentary interest in Jaden even more ironic was the way that he seemed to suddenly draw towards her, as if she had some sort of gravitational pull that drew him in, the clicking of her snap bracelet like the drum that beat to signal his march. She watched him come closer, her brown eyes flickering with curiosity to see how he would react to her manipulative behavior. Most people didn't see her as manipulative, since she only let her good sides shine, only let them see what they wanted to see in her, and hell, she was even in denial about being manipulative. Perhaps in that way she was manipulating herself to think she was perfect, because she often believed that delusion. "I found it at a dollar store, it's a wonder what you can pick up at places like that, right?" Ariel's girlish innocence was such a false front, but it was easy to buy. The lack of social graces that Jaden expressed gave him a naivety that told her he was an easy target. This caused her to purse her lips for a moment, before returning her expression to that foxy sort of smile. "Guess I'm just magic like that," she commented on his surprise at the fact they still made them. This didn't seem like an outlandish concept to her. Damn straight she was magic.

She could find a bunch of boys to back that shit up, too.

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( 800+ words, low quality, they'll get better as the thread goes on <3 outfit )