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[ayden]

I'MFEELINGROUGH

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FORGET ABOUT OUR MOTHERS AND OUR FRIENDS

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WE'REFATEDTOPRETEND

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He wasn't happy about his current situation, but he wasn't completely unhappy about it either. He was safer here, away from his family and with people that can hopefully keep control of his issue. He wasn't even certain as to what he had, all he knew was that they had classified him with an impulse control disorder on all of his paperwork. All he could tell was that he reminded himself a lot like Dr. Jekyll and Hr. Hyde. Sane on side and completely crazy on the earth. At least he only went to the dark side when ever he was truly pissed off, and that only happened when he saw someone else hurting another person or when someone says something to absolutely irk him to the max. It didn't happen often, but when it did, he was always lucky enough to black out during the actual episode. It was more often than not that he woke back up with blood on his hands from punching with such force. He hated himself for it, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. All he could do was thank his mother for sending him to Hawthorne and keeping everyone in the family safe.

Taking out his key that the counselor had given him, he unlocked the door marked with a small 214 and pushed it open. Hoping that the place was empty, he let out a long sigh of relief as soon as he saw the place was empty. He glanced around the place, noticing the two beds that looked good and used and the one lonely one that was near the corner. Figuring that that one was the one to be his, he let go of the leash he had been holding the entire time and let Dante, his giant English Mastiff roam around the room while he placed his giant duffle bag on the fresh bed. He wasn't exactly in the mood to unpack, but he wasn't exactly in the mood to leave it for later either. Glancing over at Dante, who was attempting to jump on one of the other beds, Ayden shook his head and spoke up, "Dante, no. That's not ours." He unpacked the giant pillow from another bag and threw it on the floor at the end of his bed. "That's your's." He narrowed his brow at the dog as Dante lowered his head and moped toward his bed, flopping down on it and sniffling.

Ayden sighed softly and moved to start unpacking, maybe if he pulled this all off he would treat himself to a run on the beach and a good meal. Pulling out a stack of tee shirts, he placed it in a drawer by his bed and went back for another stack. This was beyond freaking tedious. Why did he have to be crazy? And why did he have to attack his sister?! He wouldn't be here if he had been more sane.

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YOU MAN THE ISLAND, COCAINE, AND THE ELEGANT CARS

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»words« I'm too lazy to count XD !?
»comments« Just a starter post. !?
»tags« open to anyone! !?
»status« finished !?
»lyrics« MGMT - Time to Pretend !?
»muse« Law & Order: SVU !?
»outfit« Clickeh! !?
»credits« (c) to rayma of CAUTION 2.0!!?

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[blake caden laurence]

twenty-first century breakdown
[ »i once was lost but never was found i think i'm losing what's left of my mind }
TO THE 2OTH CENTURY DEADLINE

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blake caden jones was here for his own impulse reasons, they weren't that bad of course. mostly he was here for alliya, because he honestly never had much trouble in the control part. okay so that was a lie. he lost control sometimes. it was hard to keep it all in, when he wanted to just punch things. usually always it was when someone hurt alliya, almost always. except once. but that time was behind them now. he wasn't sure they were together but at least they weren't far apart. those times he spent with out allya were the worst of the poor boys life. now he was used to ian and alli both being in the room. but he left to take a shower and well apparently they left for some reason. he would text alli later to make sure she wasn't hurt and that she was okay. cause maybe ian took her out, to get her from the room. he knew that if he didn't leave for fresh air, he'd go insane.

drying his hair as he walked back down the hall, he noticed a shape walk into his room. either they got a roommate, or someone was looking for something. he straightened up, as he slowly opened the door to see a boy and a dog. the dog trying to get onto his bed. blake was most definitely an animal person. that was for sure. he decided to assume this boy was his roommate, so he'd be nice. that was until he figured out if the boy was an asshole or not. if he was, then blake's only goal would be to protect alliya, if he wasn't an asshole. well then he would still try to protect alliya. it was just how the boy was. alliya was vulnerable and he didn't like seeing her sad like that, so he would protect her. for as long as he could manage it.

"hey," he said, before chuckling at the dog as he walked almost like he was sad he couldn't play on blake's bed. "he could go on it. i dont' mind,"he said with a shrug, before sitting down on the edge of his bed. he wasn't positive how he would find out about this boy. he could be subtle and just talk and then figure it there, or be blunt. though blake was more of the subtle kind of guy, this was alliya he was talking about. would he really want to allow this boy a chance to hurt her if he could? no. no he would not. he probably wouldn't be able to live with himself. but the blunt way still seemed to bother the boy, so he decided to do subtle and if it didn't work to blunt he would go. "so what's up?"

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words » 4 8 5
tagged » moose with ayden
music » ten thousand fists by disturbed
outfit »here
notes » gabby decided to throw in blake;pcause i doubt marcie would throw in ian xD
and a little note from eliza since she can edit everything (: I may throw Alli in here half way through it?
lyrics » 21st century breakdown - green day
credit » holly @ caution