let the wind of yesterday fade into tomorrow;

[Carmen. Downs.]

Carmen shifted uneasily under the weight of the stares that strangers gave her. Her unruly clothing that was well worn, but yet trendy, at least in her world, clung to her skin as she seemed to melt under the heat of their eyes. All she wanted to do was escape at the moment. She was an emotional wreck and worst of all Andrew had began to pry his way back into her life. She couldn't handle that and moving into a new city. No one understood her though. That was the problem right there. When you aren't understood you cannot be accepted. Her hair was a mess and the dye needed to be redone. Criticising herself was something she knew she shouldn't do at the moment, but she didn't care. Her hair was undeniably untamed, her makeup was probably tear stained, and her clothes were tragically old. For once she didn't care though..

She quietly took a seat in a corner of a quieter part of the mall. Carmen knew the people that looked at her probably thought she was insane or mentally disturbed, but who knew.. maybe she was. Her mind started to get away from her. His image slipped into her thoughts. She couldn't fight it. Tears slowly began to pour. "You stupid whore. You will never amount to anything. Get up and let me teach you a lesson about coming around here and disobeying me." His hand raised above her as she slowly stood up. Her hands pressed against the wall behind her. Her back inching towards it. His strong fist hitting her pale skin, smashing into her cheek bone. Tears flooding her eyes as her whole face fell numb. Her heart shrinking and breaking, crying out for help. Slowly sliding down the wall, he grabs her arm and shakes her violently. Her head slams against the wall. His fist finds her eye. Everything is slipping away. Darkness now hangs over her.

Carmen pulled her knees up to her chin. She hated remembering moments like that. She slowly moved her forehead to her knees and wanted to scream out right then and there. Let go of all the rage she held inside of her. Her legs were beginning to throb when she realized that her nails were digging into them. A dark spot appears on the fabric. "Damn." She mumbles and pulls up the leg. A few places were bleeding and she shuddered and quickly covered them again. She wasn't insane, but misunderstood. No one seemed to know the difference anymore. Of course, who wanted to even talk to her to find out the truth anymore? She was such a fuck up in so many ways. Gently wiping away the tears she looked up, but avoided eye contact and kept her eyes low and her head bowed. No one cared obviously. Not even the kids that looked like her, but then again, who could blame them. Who wanted to talk to an emotionally disturbed person anyways. Autumn was a friend, or maybe a one night stand. She didn't know. She didn't know anything right then and there.

[aiden jacobs.]

head like a hole,
black as the soul.
i’d rather die, than
give you control.

Well, it’d been a pretty shitty day so far. He’d been fucking sat on, and now his ribs throbbed with everything they had every time he tried to sit, stand, bend—hell, if he took to deep a breath they sent pain waving through his body. Of course, it wasn’t as if he could really do anything about it—Michael was a bitch about that; if he was told that he was wrong, it was almost the end of the world. In Aiden’s case, anyway, and so he’d kept his trap shut—though he couldn’t have helped but give a squeak as Michael finally got his fatass up—and got a shower before he was told to do the fucking dishes or something. Which was bogus, he didn’t even fucking eat there. Truthfully, he hardly ate at all. The mall was a better place to be than that hellhole of an apartment—which was actually pretty nice until Michael got home—and he’d been walking around aimlessly inside the huge place for nearly an hour. Hey, he had barely anything better to do, I mean honestly. The Linkin Park hoodie he’d jacked from Brendin was huge, but it was warm, which made all the difference—plus, it was a pullover hoodie, which meant it was warmer. Pfft, duh. A bottle of Ocean Spray Cranberry juice resided in his left hand, which was an odd sight—Aiden had never really liked to drink anything other than water. After taking another drink from the bottle, he capped it and put it in the hoodie’s pocket, tugging his jeans up and giving a soft squeak before looking around as he heard someone say a depressed-sounding curse.

Aiden tipped his head to the side curiously as he spotted a girl sitting by herself in one of the more secluded places in the mall, furrowing his eyebrows as he watched her wipe off her face. Yeah, he felt like a stalker big time now, but he didn’t care; he made his way over to her, a questioning look on his slightly boyish face. He hated seeing people depressed. Aiden reached out a hand slowly, shakily touching the girl’s shoulder lightly before bending down a bit—yet another squeak leaving his lungs as he did so—and speaking. “Hey.. Are you okay?” He asked softly, biting his lip and retracting his hand in case she decided to flip out. Which, Aiden probably wouldn’t have blamed her—some weirdo coming up to you, asking if you were okay? Yeah, he would’ve flipped out, too. He just hoped she didn’t flip out—that was all he needed to make his day oh so much better. Glancing around, he wondered why no one else hadn’t stopped to ask her what was wrong, although he wasn’t surprised—people this day and age were fucktards. Aiden was one of those people who actually cared. He looked back down at her and noticed the small, circular stains growing on her jeans, furrowing his eyebrows once more as he bit his lip and tried to speak again. “Yeah, I’m Captain Obvious, but you’re bleeding..” He said, nibbling at the inside of his lower lip after he’d spoken. Aiden was one of those types of people who didn’t let up until he knew what was wrong—and this case was no different, but it wasn’t as if the girl had to speak; he couldn’t make her.



[ ooc. uhm. yes. i'm very much so aware of how much this sucks. please forgive mehhh. next post will definitely be better, and i'm sorry it took so long for such a sucky fucking reply. <333 ]

[Carmen. Downs.]

Carmen tensed a bit as someones hand touched her shoulder. She looked through her hair and bangs and saw a boy. "Hey.. Are you okay?" He said and she fought with herself over whether she should say what was wrong or not. She didn't even know why he had stopped. Most people weren't that nice. Actually, maybe ten people out of the whole world were nice. She of course never had the luck of meeting them. In general she was a nice person. It took a lot to really make her mad and mean. The last time she had been mean to anyone was when Andrew had pissed her off beyond belief by making fun of her about how her parents died. That had hurt her more than anything though. No wonder she was such a big fuck up. Everyone always tore her down no matter what. She never knew why either. It wasn't like she tried to do anything to make people hate her, they just did. Maybe she should die, maybe she should go back to her old ways. The blood from her nails against her skin felt kind of good. "No, I am not okay.." She bit her tongue and cringed. Her teeth had always been sharp and damn had that hurt.

Tilting her head towards the ground she closed her eyes almost wishing she would disappear. What was she doing anyways? What was she doing with her life even more so. Everything she did always turned upside down and got messed up. It was the story of her life. "Yeah, I’m Captain Obvious, but you’re bleeding.." Carmen almost smiled at that. She smirked a little and looked at him. She knew her eyeliner and mascara would be messed up beyond fixing, but she didn't care. It was a material thing. Something no one should judge you for. "I know.. my nails are quite a bit sharp, and I have a bad habit of squeezing a little too tight.." She breathed out deep. Her voice was cracky and her tone quite distant. She knew he would probably pick up on everything easily, but she couldn't hide it. One time when she wanted to so that he wouldn't think she was a freak and she couldn't. Life was really fucked up. You couldn't control it no matter what and you couldn't even mix the good and bad instead of all bad at once. It was pretty messed up really.


[OOC: it was fine. bahaha. you used fucktard and i laughed really hard. geez.]

[aiden jacobs.]

best of cruel intentions.
finding what they failed
to mention. no truth, all
pretension. raise your
hand to give attention.

Aiden watched the girl closely as she looked up through her pink and black bangs, remembering just yesterday when he’d had almost the same style—although, his black and pink hair days were over, replaced now by shiny black laced with brown undertones that were hardly even noticeable. He felt like commenting her on it, but he decided against it—yeah, walk up to someone, ask if they’re okay, and then comment them on their hair? Pfft, that would’ve been totally weird, don’t you think? Just a bit. Aiden continued to nibble at the inside of his lip, and when she spoke, he gave a slightly confused look as he sank to the floor beside her.* “Well.. Care to tell me what’s wrong? Don’t worry, I’m not some psycho stalker, I just don’t like seeing people cry..” He said, and he bit his lip. Oh yeah, way to go, genius! Now you sound like a stalker and an overemotional idiot! the voice of his conscience hissed, but he ignored it as he watched her cringe. She looked like a nice girl, but, obviously, she was having a few issues right now. That was okay, it happened to everyone—and Aiden wanted to help her out a little. He didn’t know her, no, and he wasn’t even close to being able to qualify for a job as a shrink, but, when he said that he didn’t like to see people cry, he’d meant it. Even if he didn’t know them, it hurt him. Odd? Maybe. Or maybe he cared a bit too much for others, and a little less for himself. But that was okay.

Watching as she tipped her head toward the ground, Aiden scratched his cheek, a genuinely concerned look on his face. She looked really tore up. He bit his lower lip lightly after he’d spoken, watching her give a smirk that lasted only seconds before looking over at him and tipping his head to the side once more. He saw that her make-up had been smeared by her crying, but that was okay, it didn’t really matter—smudged make-up looked all the better, and plus, Aiden was the expert of fixing make-up. One of the perks of being gay. ;] Joking, but he was actually pretty good at applying and even fixing make-up that was nearly ruined, and, although he was OCD, he wouldn’t dare try unless she asked. I mean, that was only fair, right? Maybe she wanted her make-up running down her face. He didn’t blame her, sometimes it looked amazing. Although when it the tears dried and it caked, it felt horrible. Trust me, he knew how it felt. “I know how that goes, hun, just.. Maybe try and not squeeze yourself so hard? I’d have to cry if you ended up with more fingernail wounds, ya know.” He said jokingly, trying to get her to laugh. Well hey, all he could do was try, right? And that’s what he was doing. He wasn’t very confident that he’d get her to feel better, but he’d damn sure try. Aiden ran his fingers downward through the freshly dyed black fringe covering his hazel eyes, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at her and waited for her to speak again.



[ ooc. * she's sitting on the floor, right? if not, ignore this, and just replace it to wherever she's sitting, like a chair beside her or on the bench she's on. x3 finished, but it still sucks. i sorry. ]

[Carmen. Downs.]

Carmen watched him through the corner of her eye. He had the qualities of being gay, but she didn't mind that. Gay people were all the more better than the stuck up straight people. Not to mention the fact that she was bisexual and that didn't give her room to talk. She had gotten harassed for being bisexual all her life, and she really hated it all. So what if people like the same sex. Who died and gave them the right to judge others? Straight people are too careful. They don't risk it all to be with the same sex. She was the only one that probably thought of it that way though. Her thoughts were always so different from everyone else's. That didn't bother her too much though. At least she was semi normal, right? Wrong more than likely but oh well. She had fun with her life too. That was a major plus. Well, she tried to have fun with her life. At the moment it wasn't exactly going as well as planned. It sucked really. “Well.. Care to tell me what’s wrong? Don’t worry, I’m not some psycho stalker, I just don’t like seeing people cry..” The psycho stalker made Carmen smirk a little. Most people were psycho stalkers to her in a way. Mainly the ones that stared uncontrollably though. She couldn't stand people to stare at her. It made her even more paranoid than she was. Maybe she needed to go to a hospital and get major help. That sounded about right at the moment. Here she was crying in the middle of the mall all because of a memory attack. It literally was that; a memory attack. It seemed that when something was going good she would falter and fall because of a memory. Yeah, that's the gayest thing ever said, right? That doesn't matter though. Nothing matters anymore. Everything was fucked up enough already so why should it matter? Carmen knew that everything for the rest of her life would be fucked up and she couldn't change that. No one could change it really. That scared her too. Why did everything scare her?

She bit her lip and let go in fear of that starting to bleed too. She thought about what she should say. It would be kind of crazy to say an ex boyfriend used to nearly kill me and that memory floated back to me and it made me want to die again because i was so scared. Oh yeah, that would make a great impression. That was just what she said though. "My mind tends to wander and it ended up with the memory of an ex of mine. He used to nearly kill me and I get really scared because I feel like he is here watching me. It seems so real too. I am a freak. Simply a freak." Carmen put her hands together and laced her fingers together. She undid it and redid it several times and shook her head. She was nervous and didn't know why. It really wasn't like her to be nervous. In fact at the moment it was really strange and in a way frightening. It was probably just the whole memory coming back and all. Yeah, that was it. It had to be it. Unless he was here and somehow she could sense it. That wasn't it though. He didn't know how to find her. No one had ties to her there that knew him or he knew of. She was safe there, but she couldn't quite accept that yet. It never felt like she was safe from him. It always felt like she was in great danger of being killed in a moments notice. Okay, that was a little strange, but again, it doesn't matter. Nothing really mattered. Why should it anyways? It always went down the drain and could never be saved. Her life couldn't be saved. No one's life could be saved. They were all damned on this earth now. You couldn't even talk to someone without risking the threat of being shot. It was sad in a way. People used to live happily ever after, but now you couldn't hardly walk through a mall without getting someone after you. Maybe the world should just hurry up and end already. Put everyone out of their misery and let them be free for once. The new humans would be able to learn from their mistakes and damnation. What was her mind talking about? She had to be going insane. There was no other way to explain it.

Carmen looked at her pant legs again. The blood was noticeable because they were a light pair of jeans. Why did she always pick the wrong outfits for the wrong times? Nothing ever ceased to amaze her. Everything bad that happened always was noticeable to the public whether it be self inflicted or by someone else. People never said much though, but their eyes and facial expressions said it all. It said that they thought she was a freak and that she should be in a mental hospital in a nice padded room. She always put herself in those situations too. The abuse, the drugs, the cutting, the suicide attempts, the overdosing, the alcohol poisoning, the bruises, the cuts, the scars, and anything else. Her life was full of failure and that was simple. She couldn't change it no matter how hard she tried, and if she tried she tended to only make it worse. Making things worse was her major flaw. She always fucked up a lot of things. Nothing made sense. That was simple. “I know how that goes, hun, just.. Maybe try and not squeeze yourself so hard? I’d have to cry if you ended up with more fingernail wounds, ya know.” Now that made Carmen smile. She held back laughing though because she didn't want to draw even more attention to herself by others. At times she feared attention as if it was going to kill her if she let it touch her. That was for sure. Nothing inanimate could kill you though. She knew that all too well, but she couldn't help but think it. She was simply horribly messed up and that was all to that. No, that wasn't all, but it may as well have been. "I'll try not to squeeze so hard next time. Unless I am really upset and then maybe I will just make myself bleed to death." She said in a jocking voice. She wouldn't try that again. Well, not any time soon at least. It wasn't worth it. It really wasn't. Though, at times it did sound quite comforting to either be damned to hell or go to heaven. At least you didn't have to actually live anymore. Why was her mind so fucked up? "You probably think I am mentally insane or something. Sitting here crying in the mall where I know all of one people out of the whole damn place of Seattle. Pathetic really." She glanced at a tinted store window that was near them. Groaning she winced. "I look like I had a fight with water and the water clearly won.. Perfect just perfect." Her voice was a little shaky and she didn't quite know why then. Maybe it was because she didn't want to always look like shit for once. Maybe she wanted to change. She didn't know. Her heart didn't even know.



[ooc;;; holyshiznet. i got over 1,000 words for once. ahaha. i never do that because i am a lazy bum for the most part. it is kind of crappy.. if you want me to change or add anything just tell me.]

[aiden jacobs.]

if everyone shared and
swallowed their pride,
then we’d see the day,
when nobody died.

Aiden furrowed his eyebrows as he watched her drift into space, still chewing nonchalantly at the inside of his lower lip before forcing his gaze away, realizing that she might’ve thought he was staring because he was a freakazoid. Well, he was, but that’s off subject. He just wanted to make sure that she was okay. He drug his knees to his slender chest and began to pick at his chuck taylors, which were obviously worn and scuffed up to hell and back, as he thought, wondering if the girl thought he was some sort of rapist murderer psycho idiot or something. Well, for one, he was gay—for two, he wouldn’t have even thought about murdering anything but a spider; for three, he was, actually, on the verge of psycho; for four, he was kind of idiotic; and, for five, he was too nice a person to be a rapist murderer psycho idiot. Maybe just a psycho idiot? Yeah, that made more sense. He smiled a little at that, shaking his hair out of his eyes and gazing back over at her. Even though he was gay, Aiden found the girl pretty. Well, just because he liked boys didn’t mean he couldn’t see beauty in a girl, did it? As he heard her speak, he bit his lower lip sharply to avoid having the ‘OH LOOK I’M A FREAKIN’ GOLDFISH!’ look of his chin nearly hitting the floor. That would’ve been oh so attractive, hmm? “Holy Jesus Christ on a bicycle. He tried to kill you? What the fuck, is he stupid? Does he have the IQ of a dead goldfish? …Sorry, overreaction there. It’s okay, I’d be scared too.. But then again, I probably would’ve stabbed him in the balls. If he even had any, of course. No, you aren’t a freak. You’re a person. Come on. Don’t make me go ninja on you. Because I’ll try. I doubt I’ll succeed, but I’ll try!” Okay, now that was the most random thing Aiden had ever said. Well, maybe not ever, but damn close enough. Honestly, what the fuck?! Was he on crack? Naw. He couldn’t help but bite back a laugh after that, and he raised a hand to his face, covering his mouth as he tried to sober up and barely succeeding. He hoped the girl didn’t think that he was laughing at her; god no, he was laughing at what he said. Which was really high on the Idiot Scale.

Glancing at the girl’s jeans again to find the blood more noticeable, Aiden scrunched up his face a bit, giving a light ‘hmph’ before feeling around his pockets. Usually he carried a shitload of band-aids around with him because he was actually clumsier than he seemed, but apparently, today he hadn’t grabbed any. Well, that was fucking lame. Oh! Wait! There was one! Holy shit. “Heree. Yeah, it’s like.. one, and won’t help much, but it’s the thought that counts? Ahaha,” He said absently, pulling a face and rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. He felt pretty dumb. Which wasn’t exactly an unusual feeling, but meh. As the girl finally cracked a smile after he’d said something about something or other, Aiden barely resisted poking her and saying ‘Yay! I got you to smile go me!’. yeah, he was just that stupid. But at least he didn’t do it, that should’ve made his high rating on the Idiot Scale go down at least half a point. “Good, because I will cry. And it won’t be a pretty sight. No! It’s scary when you’re nearly bleeding to deathh, trust me I know. Do I have to tie you to a chair? I’ll do it, you know. Well, maybe with duct tape, but hell, no one can break through duct tape.” Aiden said as he pointed at her with a mock serious look, his eyes widened as he tipped his head toward her before covering his mouth again, trying to hold back another laugh. Gee, he really was insane today. Telling this girl he’d tie her to a chair if she tried to make herself bleed to death? Oh yeah, try way up on the ten times worse Insane Idiot Scale. Oh yay. He knew she’d been joking, but oh well, ya know? Aiden blurted out random bits of nonsense all the time, he couldn’t help it. “Oh please, I’ve probably got more points on the Insane Idiot Scale than anyone I know, you couldn’t possibly be that insane.” He said with a laugh before adding, “Nah, it’s not pathetic. People have done worse things in malls. And plus, crying isn’t such a big deal. I won’t make fun of you for it, which I know doesn’t sound like much, since a lot of these fucktards around here in the mall might, but what do they know? I really doubt that they haven’t broken down in a public place before.” Shrugging lightly, Aiden glanced down at his knees, which were still drawn to his chest, and plucked absently at the small rip that was across his left knee until he looked up as he heard her speak. “Water always wins. It’s not fair. But, to tell the truth, it doesn’t look that bad, and if you want, I could probably help you fix it.” He said with another shrug, letting his right leg rest straight on the floor as he hugged his left knee to his chest. He felt like a little kid with the way he was sitting, but oh well. He’d be okay, he didn’t really care what he looked like to other people. He’d passed that stage a long time ago. “Oh! I’m Aiden, by the way.

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[ ooc. yeah. really lame, and really, reallyyy random. sorryyyy. v.v
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[Carmen. Downs.]

Carmen waited calmly for the reply. She knew it would be quite interesting being as most people called her stupid and such for it. “Holy Jesus Christ on a bicycle. He tried to kill you? What the fuck, is he stupid? Does he have the IQ of a dead goldfish? …Sorry, overreaction there. It’s okay, I’d be scared too.. But then again, I probably would’ve stabbed him in the balls. If he even had any, of course. No, you aren’t a freak. You’re a person. Come on. Don’t make me go ninja on you. Because I’ll try. I doubt I’ll succeed, but I’ll try!” Carmen laughed at this. He was a sweet boy. She needed some new friends. She really, really did. Her life was crawling into the darkness without them. It was about time she pulled herself back out of it. At least far enough so she could see and think clearly without dying of seclusion. It wasn't fun to be all alone all the time. It really wasn't. In fact it was pretty stupid. Gently cocking her head to the side she smiled at the boy. "You're a pretty cool kid you know that? She took the bandaid as he handed it to her and placed it on one of her injuries. She was disgusted at the fact that she had done that. It really wasn't like her anymore to do something like that. It really wasn't. Carmen pulled her hair over one of her shoulders and fiddled with the tips of it. Her hair had always been soft and she liked it. She liked soft hair a lot just as much as she liked beautiful eyes. Especially eyes that changed colors because that just fascinated her. Her eyes changed colors and she always liked looking in the mirror and watching them change sometimes. It was always amazing in its own little way.

“Good, because I will cry. And it won’t be a pretty sight. No! It’s scary when you’re nearly bleeding to deathh, trust me I know. Do I have to tie you to a chair? I’ll do it, you know. Well, maybe with duct tape, but hell, no one can break through duct tape.” Carmen smiled and her eyes began to smile too. "Duct tape is the shit hands down. Fixes everything. Well, nearly everything." She laughed at herself softly. The kid was great. He really was. She hoped she had a new friend. Oh God how she hoped she did. No one had any idea how hard it was to be an outcast. It was actually horribly difficult. Biting her lip again she studied the outline of her shoes. Her feet were relatively big, size nine, and they were pretty skinny though. Another random time of course. “Oh please, I’ve probably got more points on the Insane Idiot Scale than anyone I know, you couldn’t possibly be that insane.” She smiled and looked at him and said, "You obviously dont know me. I'm pretty damn insane." Carmen smiled again. She missed dancing in Wal-Mart to random, idiotic things, and she missed her old friends. The ones that she had grown up with. They meant the world to her. They really did. “Nah, it’s not pathetic. People have done worse things in malls. And plus, crying isn’t such a big deal. I won’t make fun of you for it, which I know doesn’t sound like much, since a lot of these fucktards around here in the mall might, but what do they know? I really doubt that they haven’t broken down in a public place before.” She nodded in agreeance. That was true. Who hadn't made a scene and who hadn't ever been noticed except by one person? What made them so different? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. “Water always wins. It’s not fair. But, to tell the truth, it doesn’t look that bad, and if you want, I could probably help you fix it.” Carmen noddede and smiled. So kind to offer to help a stranger. "Thanks. That'd be nice." She was about ready to ask his name when he said his. Aiden. Cool name. Like the band. Aiden was a good band. One of her favorites really. "My name is Carmen. Nice to meet you Aiden. Thanks for coming up to a random kid and being nice too. It means a lot." For once in her life she was being serious. That was hard to come across. Really, really hard.

[[ooc;;; pretty bad. eewwiee. okay really bad. sorry.]]

[aiden jacobs.]

"You're a pretty cool kid you know that?" Aiden smirked a bit at that. He was anything but, to tell the truth, but, if thats what she wanted to think, he couldn't very well stop her. He chewed at the inside of his lip for a moment, shrugging a bit as he spoke. "Not really, I'm just one of those people who are everywhere and pop up at random times." He said with a light laugh, watching with his head tipped to the side as she placed the band-aid over one of the wounds her fingernails had made. He felt bad, and scrunched up his face a bit as he tapped his thigh lightly in thought; idea! He could go buy her band-aids! He'd feel better then. Maybe not much, but a little. "Dude, you know what? I'm going to buy you some band-aids. And not those ugly flesh coloured ones, some fucking hella cool CareBare ones. Or fucking Spongebob!" Aiden said excitedly, laughing like he'd just saw the funniest thing ever on America's Funniest Home Videos and was about to go lunatic psycho ninja. What the fuck, where did that analogy come from?! I'm a fucking loser. Anyway. Aiden watched as she played with her hair, which, in turn, made him slightly conscious of his own- he ran his slender fingers down through the freshly cut and dyed strands, mildly entertained for a moment. Yes, only a moment. He rested his elbow on his knee as he fiddled around with one of his lip rings, his attention caught momentarily by the patterns on the tiled floor. Why the fuck did he find them so interesting? Aiden was weird like that; he didn't really find them interesting, but for some reason he liked to look at them. What the fuck, weird much?

Aiden looked up as he heard her speak again, realizing that she'd finally let a real smile grace her lips and travel up to her eyes. That was more like it. He couldn't stand when people were depressed, although, in her case, he could understand- but, to tell the truth, that was just going to make him try harder to make her laugh. Hah, what the fuck was he, a clown? No, he was scared of those.. More like a helpful, dumbass comedian who couldn't really do anything else. Actually, all Aiden felt he was good for was trying to cheer people up, and, even then, he hardly succeeded. He was glad that he'd made this girl feel better, because in doing so, he actually made himself feel better. A little. "Well, duh! Duct tape works on nearly everything. Except for maybe flesh wounds and broken hearts." He said with a bit of a shrug and a small laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck again. He felt pretty stupid for saying that. It was true, but he still felt pretty dumb. What kind of loser says the obvious about something like that? Aiden, apparently. He gave a little sigh as he looked back at the girl, scratching lightly at the tip of his nose and laughing a bit as she spoke. "Well, no, I don't know you, that well anyway, but you seem relatively sane to me! But then, I probably seem relatively sane, too, which I can assure you, I'm probably not." Aiden giggled lightly, chewing at the inside of his lip once more. He'd seemed to have taken it up recently, and he'd been doing it a lot- his lip was actually almost raw, and it hurt like a motherfucker. Oh well though, right? Hey, he'd caused it, so who cared? And plus, the pain helped. With what, Aiden would never say, but it did. "Okay, well, after I find a place to buy you band-aids I will help you with that. Because there's nothing more fun than flipping people out in random stores! Well, to me there's not, anyway. Can you tell I'm used to getting kicked out of stores? I hope not, hehe." Aiden said with a laugh, licking his lips as she introduced herself as Carmen. That was a pretty name. He liked it. "Nice to meet you too, Carmen! Awh, it's no problem. I just don't like to see people down or crying." He said with a smile, pulling a face as he thought for a moment before moving a bit and giving her a hug. Well, why not? Hugs usually made him feel better, but, then again, he was weird, too, so.. yeah, maybe that wasn't a good idea. But oh well, it'd be okay.



[ ooc. sorrysorrysorryy! i didn't mean to take so long with this posttt. it's pretty sucky, i know, i'm sorryyy. D: ]

[Carmen. Downs.]

His reply to the, 'you're a pretty cool kid,' was not what she had expected. "Not really, I'm just one of those people who are everywhere and pop up at random times." She laughed. Then poked him. "No, you pop up at good times. AND you're still a cool kid." The bandaid of course didn't cover enough area and she sighed. Looking at the boy he seemed to have one of the whole lightbulb idea things. "Dude, you know what? I'm going to buy you some band-aids. And not those ugly flesh coloured ones, some fucking hella cool CareBare ones. Or fucking Spongebob!" That was officially the most random thing she had heard, but it made her happy. She loved CareBare's and Spongebob. Total emo kid, of course. Not really, just had some major kid time issues and was still hooked to the shows. It was kind of amazing, really. "That sounds totally kick ass." She laughed, "I'll be the coolest kid here!"

"Well, duh! Duct tape works on nearly everything. Except for maybe flesh wounds and broken hearts." She smiled at Aiden, "It'd be grand if it worked on broken hearts. They need it the most." Her's wasn't broken, but she had had many friends whose had been. It crushed her to see them like that. No one should live like that. Seriously. Her makeup was bugging her. Of course she was even more killer self conscience than ever before. As she had planned, he had said, "Okay, well, after I find a place to buy you band-aids I will help you with that. Because there's nothing more fun than flipping people out in random stores! Well, to me there's not, anyway. Can you tell I'm used to getting kicked out of stores? I hope not, hehe." She giggled and scrunched her nose. "Getting kicked out of places makes the world all the more adventerous." She had been kicked out of places many, many times. More than she could count really. It was pretty crazy, really. "Awh, it's no problem. I just don't like to see people down or crying." Carmen nodded and flipped her hair out of her face. "I hate crying and seeing people cry too. It kills me pretty much. Just as much as I hate abuse in any way and self harm. Though I have been a piece of them all." Her head was calm then though so she didn't start crying. That was a good thing. No need to flood the stores already. That'd come another day she decided.

[aiden jacobs.]

At the poke sent his way, Aiden made a face that closely resembled =O before placing his hand on his hip awkwardly and trying to hold back a laugh. “You poked me! Holy shit you poked me!” He said with a laugh, poking her back and shaking his head lightly as he listened to her speak. “Nahh. Well, maybe random times happen to be good ones sometimes, but meh, whatever you say darling dear. Pfft, I’m not all that cool. I’m actually a loser, although some people confuse me with the ever common, less attractive species of loser, the dorkus! Well come onnn, let’s go get those hipass band-aids! They might have Fairly Odd Parents ones, too! Ahh that would be totally fucking kickass!” He added with a giggle. It was kind of pathetic that a twentyone year old was that excited about buying fucking band-aids, but come on, he hadn’t actually got to be a kid when he was younger—so now was the perfect time. And if it wasn’t, then oh well, fuck society. Aiden wasn’t usually a part of it, anyway, and he was his own person—he didn’t need those society-ridden assholes to ruin his parade. Which was really fun, by the way. “Well, duh, of course you’d be the coolest kid here! But I think I’d have to put one of those on, too, so I can at least qualify against your coolerificness!” Yeah. Aiden knew that he made no sense. But he didn’t care. And it was hilarious. Duh.

Aiden smiled a bit as she spoke, giving a little shrug as he scrunched up his nose and tipped his head to the side. “Yeahh, it would be amazing. Too bad it doesn’t, though. It would make sales a whole lot better for the duct tape people.” He said with a laugh, rubbing his palms on the legs of his jeans and flicking his hair out of his eyes as he inspected the damage to her make-up. It wasn’t all that bad, to tell the truth, but he could understand if she felt a bit self-conscious because of it. He did sometimes, too, so he knew where she was coming from. Well, it was kind of half and half, yeah? “Yes, it does! Except for when they threaten to arrest you, even though you didn’t do anything besides jumping in the bin of bouncy balls and throwing most of them out at people.” Aiden grinned as he spoke, remembering the time when he and Brendin had done exactly that. Oh, to be eighteen again. That had been a really fun year. “Good, at least I’m not alone with that. I know what you mean hun, been there, been through that, have the scars to prove it. As long as you’re at least semi-okay now, I won’t have to duct tape you to a chair.” He added with a bit of a smirk-like smile, standing and brushing off the ass of his jeans before holding out his hand to her. Well, they were on a mission to get band-aids, right? Right.



[ ooc. so, SO sorry it took so long! =X and it's still really sucky. welldamn. >.< i sorry. <3 ]

[Carmen. Downs.]

Carmen took his hand as he offered it to her and stood up. He was crazy and adorable. A new best friend? Possibly. Gently poking him once more on the side she started to run through the mall towards any place that might sell band-aids. "Catch me if you can!" She called over her shoulder, laughing. This is what she missed. Goofing off in the mall with friends. They'd been chased out so many times, but they were always allowed back in because older people would complain about there not being enough joy and happiness in the mall without them. She missed those days greatly. She stopped at a store and stood there at the entrance waiting for Aiden. A couple of people smirked at her running through the mall like a lunatic. Maybe she was a lunatic. That didn't bother her though, she had plenty of time to figure that out. Or at least she hoped that she had plenty of time to figure it out. A security guard gave her a sideways glance as he walked by her. Politely, she smiled and waved. "Good day, sir," She said for good measures. It wasn't like she had been running through the mall or anything, cough, i mean get real. Like she'd do anything bad. That was what she wanted people to believe at least. She was always into trouble though. Drugs, alcohol, and whatever else she could get into. It was sad in some ways. Some ways it wasn't. Waiting patiently for Aiden she looked around at the store. Sure enough there was a sign above an aisle that said, 'First Aid Supplies,' and a ramble of other items and such. The manager smiled at her, "Can I help you with anything?" He asked politely. "No, I'm just waiting on a friend. Then we will be buying a box of amazingly awesome band-aids," Carmen replied with a courteous smile. The manager nodded and headed off to take care of other customers.


[[[ooc;;; stabs it. badbadbad. sorry chels.]]]

[aiden jacobs.]

ohgeez. i'm so sorry i keep forgetting to reply to this. v.v whenever i get muse back for this thread, i'll reply asap. <3

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