we don't fight fair, open

[danni havok]

THE MEDIA IS THE SEDUCTION OF HUMAN DESIRE
if you try to sell me the truth then i know you're a liar !

Danni darted through the halls, expertly dodging people who got in her way and avoiding the lump of a boy who was on her tail. One of the new ones, he was currently in level three however Danni had made attempts to rile him, to get him to lash out on someone however she didn’t think herself quite so clever when the sod turned and darted after her. Luckily this wasn’t exactly new for the girl, despite being the sweetest person around those she actually liked she could be the most annoying person to someone she didn’t know. It was a popular past time of her own to attempt to get people down levels. Sure, technically that would make her able to beat the crap out of them but really…look at her. She had about enough strength to defend herself and the rest of that energy and strength was spent running away.

Yes, she was a coward. You wouldn’t catch her arguing that point but she was a damn fast coward as this poor boy had just found out.

It would have been easy to get away considering there were many other people about the halls wearing green shirts and tan shorts however that bright hair that the girl sported seemed to act as a beacon, directing the bumbling idiot her way. Really…they should at least have hoodies of something, that way then Danni could easily disappear. Oddly enough there weren’t that many people with various reds, oranges and yellows in their hair. But hey…it looked good with her green shirt. Maybe she could drag her shirt over her head to hide but then that would leave her flesh exposed and that was a dazzling pale shade of ivory. Seriously, there was no winning with this girl, she stood out in every aspect of her appearance. This was what Danni used to pride herself on but here it just cause chaos for her.

Distracted by watching out for her most recent victim, Danni slammed into another figure. Looking a little startled and glancing at the person she had ran into, she didn’t give it second thought before running down a hall she knew lead to a dead end. At least she had that advantage over him, she knew her way about. There wasn’t even a pause for thought as she sprinted off, no apology, she was far too concerned for her own safety for that. Yes it would be amusing if this person was sent to level one for laying into someone he wasn’t meant to but it would be far less funny if it was Danni. For her anyway, the wayward girl probably deserved a good kicking if you followed the laws of karma. Lucky she didn’t believe in any of that, eh?

Racing to the end of a hall she turned off down a dead end and slid to a halt. Jamming her fragile form against the wall her breathing stopped as she heard the footsteps follow her with a heavy stride. Instead of turning down the way she went though, he jogged off in another direction, his wheezing breath overshadowing Danni’s grateful sigh. With her form still in tact she slipped down with a distinct lack of grace to sit on the ground. Now her chest was able to rise and fall rapidly, searching for precious breath that she had lost in that blind panic. Really, Danni should have probably moved, if any of the staff picked up on her running down the hall with no authority figure she would be in a little bit of shit. Hopefully the motion detectors picked up that the tubby boy was doing the chasing, maybe they had already gotten to him. That would be awesome.

Her head tilted back to lean against the wall, closing her eyes she rather enjoyed this privacy however short lived it would be. Her breathing halted once more to the sound of more footsteps wandering her way.

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[Valissa Dragonais]

I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by

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A girl sat in her cell-like room, on the higher bunk. She bit her thumbnail and glanced at the roof. A thin scar traced her cheekbone and a slight tremor of fear seemed to vibrate through her frame. She moved silently off the bed and out of the room, the sound of silence taking over her mind. She moved quickly down the start of the hallway. The pale green polo shirt hung from her small, feminine frame showing the size was too large, and the khakis on her legs seemed to be barely fitting. The feet that where over her flipflops where crusted slightly to blood and bruises. Her eyes shifted as she watched down the hallways. She was in deep shit if she did or did not cause some mischeif, so it seemed almsot fitting to just do her worst while she could. Some had whispered among her that they would kill her before she was given the chance to go, like the rumors had with others before. The girl felt a shudder down her spine as she moved quicker down the halls, the vauge idea of someone following her seemed to tug at her mind. She turned around to see a pudgier male walking behind her, his darker polo showing his higher level. A swear crossed her lips and she moved quicker.

The male caught up to her, though. You see, Valissa Dragonais had feet covered with blood and a limp. From..From her escape. Lissa squeezed her eyes shut tightly for a moment as she tried to shuffle away. Lissa didn't seem to apply to many rules,she knew that the Mothers and Fathers just told everyone Lissa was a liability, therefore they where allowed to do whatever to try and beat her into submission. Try to make her become one of the zombies like the others, try to make her believe that her parents saved her by sending her here. Lissa let otu a soft scream from a raspy, unused voice as the pudgy male caught up to her and grabbed her waist. He leaned closer to her, blowing hot air into her ear. Lissa's pale brown eyes widened as he blew in her ear as his voice spoke. "Well well, If it isn't our escapee." He murmered into her ear. Lissa did what anyone would do, kick her foot hard into his groin and sprinted down the halls, her face set in a stone sheer look of terror. Lissa finally moved slower as she moved farther in the hallways. A predator, searching for prey, that was what the male was, along with many of the other higher levels, and of course, the Mothers and Fathers.

Valissa felt a vauge wonder cross her mind. Why did her parents send her here was a question she hadn't really thought of for a while, yet it crossed her mind now too. Her parents wanted her to be perfect, a little perfect blonde child like her sister, they didn't want her to use fists to finish questions, they didn't want a clever child who could talk back. So they had hired bounty hunters to drag her out of bed and bring her here. If they did so much trouble to change her, why didn't they just kill her? Lissa shook her head and banished the thoughts from her mind. She moved down the hallways until she vaugly noticed a shadow on the ground a bit infront of her. Curiosity covered her brown eyes and she moved forward. hey, you'd be itnerested too. She moved closer until she realize it was a girl, one who seemed flat against the wall. The girl's bright red hair seemed to stand out against pale skin and a classic polo and kahki outfit of all the residents. She glanced around down the hallways for a sign of a mother or father, but with none, Lissa moved forward. Her eyes cautious, as if wondering if the girl who just push her off, or even worse, hurt her.

Lissa ran a hand through her hair than mvoed to the spot on the wall next to the girl. "I'm Lissa." A ghost of a smile flickered to her features. Lissa kept her space, though, for the worry of being hit.

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[danni havok]

THE MEDIA IS THE SEDUCTION OF HUMAN DESIRE
if you try to sell me the truth then i know you're a liar !

Danni jumped, started by the voice of the girl. Of course she had actually heard the approach of another but she hadn’t expected to be spoken to. As a level three most would leave here alone, it was one and two that were most fun to mess with. This of course didn’t apply to Danni, hell no. Anything equal or higher to herself was seen as being interesting. She took it upon herself to force others to react to her poking in such a way it got them pushed back to the first level. This, to Danny was brilliant, harmless fun but not that many people saw it her way. She was seen somewhat as a troublemaker among others here though with the staff, she was usually nice as pie to them flashing brilliant smiles. She just couldn’t bring herself to do what was needed to actually get to the fourth level. Too much pride maybe. She was quite happy at three though, a level she had been at once before and was rather enjoying. It gave her a sense of security, being higher up in the chain but the sheer amount of glares she would receive from others was shocking. It was times like that she was grateful for the mothers and fathers being around.

Her eyes narrowed into a glare, the girl had startled her however seeing the state of her, her eyes softened into something that could only be described as intense pity. She had heard a rumour that a girl had recently tried to run away, that must have been her. Ok, so now there was a slight twang of guilt in her stomach, from that one incident where she had persuaded a girl she hardly liked to run away. She never actually saw what happened to her though. Would this stop her playing her cruel games? Doubtfully, she had her reasons for doing such things and they seemed to come above the physical evidence of what may happen to those who got in trouble. Looking at her, Danni had no interest in playing games, she was clearly level one and the girl had some morals. She wasn’t going to get a girl already in a bad shape beaten more.

Tilting her head curiously, her hand drifted to the side and patted the floor next to her. Her posture resting a little bit she relaxed and sat a little more comfortably.

You look like you need a sit down. She offered a gentle smile, as if somehow that would convince the girl she was friendly. What else could she do though, she didn’t exactly scare her off. Watching her closely she couldn’t help but allow her eyes to graze over her, besides the terrible beating she had clearly suffered she was pretty. A trait Danni always took into note when she first glanced at someone. Never really doing much more than appreciating with this little bit of information. Despite being a little more relaxed she still held her knees to her chest. Besides being simply comfortable it was also a sense of security. Funny that, they both expected to be attacked by each other. This girl, Lissa, she was a level one and came with the stigma of being within the group containing the ‘worst’ people here. Danni was obviously going to be cautious, put with the simple fact that she had no idea exactly who she had played with in the past. Maybe it was all a trick to get back at her!

Calming her nerves, and suddenly developed paranoia her smile grew a little as she offered her name in return, her accent lined rather thickly with her southern roots. I’m Danni. She couldn’t help but become curios by this girl, and the question was really unavoidable. Try to run away?

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[Brandon 'Ghost' O'Connor]

Hey now, all you sinners,
Hey now, all you lovers,
Hey now, all you killers,
Put your lights on

Standing at the end of the hall, leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed, left leg thrown over the right, with his ankles crossed, a young man seemed more like a statue rather than a human. Chestnut brown hair, but in army fashion barely covered his head, while hidden behind closed eyelids, rested light hazel orbs that seemed colder than ice. Ears atuned to hearing all, but never betraying that he was listening, heard two people being chased, but both games of cat-and-mouse ended as quickly as they began.

That was how things got started around here. A game of cat-and-mouse one day, the next a sighting, and on the third day, a fight. It was bound to happen, and hopefully, this time, Brandon wouldn't be in the midst of the new fight. His ribs still hurt from a Level Four thinking him an easy target.

A Level Three rushed by, sliding to a halt and turning on Brandon quick, before looking this and that way, hunting for whoever he had been chasing. Slowly, Brandon opened light hazel orbs to glare at the Level Three that had intrupted his quiet time.

Granted, Brandon 'Ghost' Harper O'Connor was only a Level Two, and having only been such for a week, it was a surprise to watch the look of slight horror that passed over the Level Three's face. It earned a twitch of the right side of Brandon's lip. Stories of his past and such had trickled over the walls of Lake Destiny and into the ears of the residents, though Brandon was curious as to who knew so much about him, but he never found any leads. As time went by, more and more started to pick fights with him, hence his lenghty stay as a Level One, rather than moving up faster.

"Where did she go!?" the Level Three growled, eyes flashing with evil intent, while he continued to search for whoever he had been chasing. Brandon simply thingyed his head at the Level Three, pushed himself off the wall, and started to turn away from the boy. His strap on yellow sandels made a slapping noise against the tile of the hallway, as he slowly, and purposely walked away from the boy, not even bothering to answer his question. Of course, a few steps away, he heard the boy following him, then a hand placed on his shoulder. It was rather commical, mainly cause the Level Three had to be at least two inches taller, but twice Brandon's size. "I was talking to you!" Brandon heard.

The hallway got silent.

Slowly turning, Brandon placed his fist into the boy's gut and quickly withdrew his hand, watching as the Level Three's eyes got really big with surprise, then slowly drop to the ground. By the time the Level Three was clutching his stomach, Brandon was walking back down the hall, stopping when he passed two girls sitting against the wall, down a short hallway.

Looking from the beat up girl, to the other who seemed to either be resting, or actually talking to the Level One, Brandon simply paused. It was an interesting sight, those two girls from different levels.

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[Valissa Dragonais]

She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
"A joke of a romantic" or stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "it can't get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like.."

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Vast memories of the pole haunted Lissa's mind as she glanced at the ceiling for a quick moment. She had probably been there longer than most. The touch of pain from the memories that suffocated her seemed to never leave her hardened features. Even with the signs they put on her neck and the attempts to humiliate and break her spirits, the energy still lingered in her eyes. The bright, curious look in her pale eyes never left. She licked her chapped lips and the edges of her mouth seemed cracked also. If you asked her, you could see her pale eyes fill with pain, pain of being transported back to Lake Destiny. The memory stung her everyday life, even with all her energy and willpower, the pain of the memory always filled and shadowed her footsteps. The day was painful. Lake Destiny wanted her back... bad, they had a perfect record, and if it wasn't going to happen, they killed the child on the week before their eighteenth birthday. Milk the cow to the very end. Of course, all the autopsies and words just listed the death as heatstroke, but that was unlikely without some help. Lake Destiny wasn't going to let a two-year-more cash cow get out of their grip. Of course not.

Lissa winced as the girl spoke. Try to run away... those words stung, more than imaginable. It stung because true memories would hit her mind at full speed if she thought about running away. She managed to regain her strength and bright eyes, banishing pain to the back, and glanced at the ground warily. If you where as beaten as she was, as hated, you would be casting wary glances to the Level Three who was talking to you. Her usual bright and rebellious spirits seemed almost dulled from where she had been, the rounds of the Poles and TI that had lately worsened since she came back, even after it was so long ago. Lissa glanced at her for a moment, judging with pale eyes if the girl was just luring her into another fucking trap. She gave a half-hearted smile. "I'm Lissa. Although its probably already known" She glanced at the cieling than finally brought herself down. She glanced up at the sound of footsteps nearby and her body tensed, it was unhelpable, if your eyes had seen what hers has, you would wince too. Hell, it was surprisng she just didn't hide in a corner and cry. She watched as a male moved forward, well, more of a man than a boy.

Lissa eyed him cautiously, although the sound of gasping nearby made her a bit wonderous. She watched him carefully as his eyes danced between her and the other girl, Danni. The sight of men still made her blood chill the smallest bit. Lake Destiny had wanted, as said before, her back, and bad. She remembered how at least three of the transporters came, along with one of the 'mothers' who had some free time. They had found where she was, so they had managed to get their hands on some tazer. She remembered the pain as she walked out of her hotel room, was jumped and tazered on her back, than, as she was inable to move and in intense pain, they had wrapped her up with a thicker blanket, ductaped it shut so it was a full-bodied straight jacket, and has beaten her unconscious and dragged her back. She had woken up a few days later in TI covered in blood. The idea made her shudder as she snapped back in to the real world. It may have been a few milliseconds, but after the memories, she cringed again. Her brown hair tumbled around her shoulders and her thin cheekbones still shown her spirits. She bit her thicker bottom lip and watched him, after another few seconds of analyzation she shrugged and opened her mouth.

Valissa shrugged for a moment and finally spoke, her stronger, yet still soft, but filled with energy voice seemed a surprise from her beaten and bruised body. "Well don't just stand there, it makes me jittery, either go and run to a father to report us so I can have time to leave, or sit down and join the party." Her low spirits of lately never seemed to translate from her attitude as she spoke. Her spunk was still visable, even beaten and broken, and that was what the Lake Destiny employees hated. Lissa patted the ground next to her, than her eyes darted down the hall, as if showing his choices.

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[danni havok]

THE MEDIA IS THE SEDUCTION OF HUMAN DESIRE
if you try to sell me the truth then i know you're a liar !

Unlike…almost every single poor soul here Danni didn’t hate it, in fact she rather liked it. Now in theory this place was perfect for her, all these people cooped up and forced to mix, Danni loved socializing and although her chosen company may not have been so fond of her company she didn’t give a damn. She was like a lion in a zoo, it was just another place that she lived, there was the loss of freedom but if we’re honest here she never had much freedom anyway. Sure, she did the things she wanted to, she went out and saw her friends but she could adapt and that was exactly what she had done. Now this was her home and she spent her time playing with unsuspecting people and finding any form of past time to amuse herself. There was little different. Now there were aspects within her newest home that her ‘hated’ but there was always going to be, getting your butt kicked whenever her poking went a little too far wasn’t fun but she put up with it. Oddly enough she was quite a happy little soul until the wrong buttons are pressed.

With the new arrival of the male’s figure though, her pale hands immediately pressed to the ground, sure he wasn’t a higher level than herself but there were always kids looking to attempt to climb the ladder, maybe he was looking to get some kudos for grassing up other people. Why she had done that though was unclear even to herself. Was she planning on running away, or at him? The first would have probably been the smartest but when it came to rash decisions Danni wasn’t exactly the most rational of thinkers. Though it would be rather an amusing sight to see the level three girl try and put the somewhat larger level two boy in his place.

Then it dawned on her, wasn’t she the one here with the most authority? Alright so she would do nothing about that, she wasn’t into blunt statements of power, Danni was the subtle type when it came to showing others just how manipulative and dangerous she could be.

Leaving all thoughts of who had the greatest power behind she couldn’t help but smile as she caught Lissa’s words. Looking at her she appeared somewhat broken however to hear her she seemed to hold exactly the same amount of spirit she would have had before the incident. Danni probably didn’t help, she had a significant lack of tact in her and was never able to be the sympathetic voice. Instead like a child she chimed questions that if her mother was around she would have gotten one hell of a glare for. You weren’t meant to look at people’s ’disadvantages’ or talk about them and being beaten half to death was a disadvantage right? Ah, Danni’s mind had some naivety left in it after all.

Her lips pursed a moment as she observed the boy, his description, she was sure she had heard some things about him. Those bitter rumours that always circulated the halls with such venom, it was hard to identify which ones she heard about which people. See that was the good thing about getting close to people for a short time, they told you everything they thought worthy to know. All the gossip. Danni had a few of her own in circulation, a poisonous girl who liked to mess with people however looking at her you would never guess to match the person to the actions and Danni liked to keep rumours to a minimum for it made it harder to play her games when others knew what she was like.

You’re gunna draw attention to all of us if you jus’ stand there. Danni chimed in fairly light hearted tones. Her accent smoothed over with her southern background. She was oddly calm about getting caught simply because she knew if they were all caught and punished she wouldn’t be the worst off. Could Lissa even handle another beating? If this boy allowed them to get caught then he would have to live with the guilt, terrible huh?

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[Brandon 'Ghost' O'Connor]

Hey now, all you sinners,
Hey now, all you lovers,
Hey now, all you killers,
Put your lights on

Brandon watched with twisted satisfaction as both girls seemed to tense at his arrival, though the satisfaction was put to rest when they both mentioned that he should either join them or leave, least he draw attention, as the girl who had spoken second stated. Not having anything better to do, Brandon slipped into the off cast hallway and leaned against the wall. He could still see down the hall, but he was unseen due to the shadows thrown by the bright lights of the hallway.

After crossing his arms and getting comfortable leaning against the wall, he glanced down at the two girls. The first who had spoken, the one who looked like she had been beaten pretty bad, had offered him the space next to her. He simply shook his head once. He wasn't the type to be caught on the ground, it took too much time to get back to his feet and his legs were too long to get from a sitting position to a standing one quickly. "Thank you, though," he stated, looking back out into the hall. He wasn't looking for anyone, just making sure the Level Three he had punched in the stomach hadn't gotten up and was looking for payback.

The second girl, the Level Three, he had heard about. A girl who was social but loved her games to either piss or knock down higher levels. She was one who tended to leave the lower levels alone, but when he had been standing out in the hallway, just looking at them, she had tensed as if she had actually been thinking about either running or rushing him. The thought almost caused Brandon to grin, but it was quickly pushed away, as it was usless. The girl's head most likely wouldn't even come up to his chest.

"What are you names?" he questioned, glancing back at the girls. He could still hear anyone coming down the hall.

[Valissa Dragonais]

Valissa shrugged as he elected to sit down, she really, truthfully, didn't care a whole lot over weither he was confortable standing or sitting, what she DID care about, however, if he was planning to go tattle off to someone here, she would care quite a bit. She would care a whole lot, truthfully, Lissa wasn't quite sure if she could survive much longer in TI or nights outside on the Pole with men visitors and bloody whacks. She tucked a piece of fallen, messy hair behind her ear, and a thin bruise against her jawbone became slightly visable. She would be whacked, again, if they saw her crazy waves instead of a neat, well-brushed straight look. They where all about uniform and stamping out any individuality possible here, so Lissa's slight 'I-want-to-be-different' attitude wasn't exactially fitting under their code of conduct. She leaned her head against the wall slightly, grateful for the slight peace and calmness that seemed to be surrounding her, even if for barely a few moments.

She jumped at the sound of the male's voice, her eyes blinking open quickly and looking at him. She bit her lower lip for a moment, but than took a breath and managed a shaky smile, she was still wierded out by the fact that two heigher levels where talking to her, okay? Gheez. Lissa ran a hand through her messy waves, however short they where, and brought her pale brown eyes up to look at him. "I'm Valissa, well, Lissa." She spoke, the strength of her voice pushing away any slight worry or curiosity that seemed to take over her mind and thoughts. Lissa glanced up at the horrid lighting above her, the luminecent lights seeming to bring out the pale complection of her face, showing the bruises on her face, the scar against her cheek, any creases of a frown or the possibility of a real, true hearted smile. Lissa tugged against the bottom of her polo shirt so it covered her knees as she curled them against her chest. She licked her lower lip, the chapped texture growing slightly moistened, and for a moment, less painful than usually. She glanced back at the two, the level three and the level two who seemed to be so nice to her. "I have a question, Do you think that this place actually helps people, or its just bull?" She glanced, her brown eyes sparkling slightly.

Lissa could go against this disscussion forever, she believed, truthfully, that this place was full of bullshit. That they just beat the kids until they would be the perfect children and perfect adults and the perfect fucking assests to society. Yeah, we all need some people who just beat until they get what they want, and walk around like they are robots, yeah, so very needed. Lissa shrugged and glanced infront of her, the kahkis of her shorts scratched against her skin as she tucked in her feet a bit more. She traced her finger alongside her cheek, where the scar from coming back reminded her constantly she was here until they made her like they wanted... or just killed her. Lissa closed her eyes and leaned her head back, her ears stil straining for the sound of footsteps.

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Ugh, it's horrible, but my muse for Lissa was lost when I wrote the exam today.