You Wouldn't Believe Your Eyes // OPEN

[catelynnross]

YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES

if ten million fireflies lit up
THE WORLD AS I FELL ASLEEP

The garden could be considered romantic, given certain circumstances. Like, say that it was autumn out, and you were here with a lover... that would be most definitely romantic. But Cate was alone, and she was sitting on a bench, near a huge bush of roses. The strong scent filled her nose to the brim, almost making her gag. It smelled quite like too much perfume on a person, or just very strong perfume.

Maybe the ferocious scents that filled Cate's nose were making her nauseous. Or maybe it was the fact that all of her other personalities were pounding against her brain, making it difficult for her to think. She hadn't even started school here yet (it didn't start for another week) and yet she felt as though she was being pressured into perfection. She wanted to skip all this and go back to before she had these idiotic personalities always competing for control of her body. It was ridiculous how little control she actually had in her own body's functions.

Her voice was serene as she spoke, "Calm down, Cate." Softy the words left her lips, as though the light breeze that tugged at her hair would carry her voice anywhere. That was ridiculous, even for her. She knew that it wouldn't, but she feared that if she spoke just an ounce to loud, she would be called out on something stupid...like she always was. Earlier she had moped about in her room listening to loud music. One other girl lived in there, but she hadn't been there when she had turned up the music and moped. It wasn't any different from any normal circumstance; she did it at home too. Ignored the world with her music at her side.

With the light breeze blowing on her, the strong scent of roses blew away with it, bringing it the light, springy smell of tulips. Ironically enough, that was Cate's perfume stinking up the area. She loved the smell of spring, and this scent reminded her of spring so much that she couldn't go anywhere without spritzing herself with it.

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status: COMPLETE
tagged: OPEN
words: A FEW
outfit: BLACK TANK TOP AND BLUE JEAN SHORTS
notes: EH, NOT MY BEST.
lyrics: FIREFLIES, OWL CITY
credit: TEMPLATE BY SHAZI ?! AT CAUTION 2.0

[connor davis jean]

if you got bad news you want to kick them,

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connor davis jean hadn't been very happy recently. then again who in his situation would be? his sister was raped and in the hospital, his child was now dead and he couldn't go after the boy who did it all. he promised hope that he wouldn't do it, and well he was kind of upset with himself for promising that. all he wanted to do was hurt that boy like he hurt everyone around him. he had pretty much ignored everyone other than hope because amanda was just being a bitch. but she had her reason's of course. she watched a boy almost kill her boyfriend the love of her life. and then her child died. who would be happy after that? connor got it, he did. the child was his too and they had kind of gotten used to the idea of having it. even if either of them didn't care to spend their lives together, they'd work something out for the child. now he didn't have to worry about it and neither did amanda. which was why she told him to fuck off and never talk to her again. and he was fine with that. because she was just a reminder of what he didn't have.

so was his room. he had some simple baby things in there that belle had bought him when she was shopping for willow but he hadn't thrown it away yet. not that he was keeping it because of some reason that nobody could fathom. he just hadn't taken it to the trash. it was also where the child was concieved and many talks with amanda happened, she was always there anyway with adrian. hell she still came in there, though he was in the hospital. she was there right now and he just couldn't deal with it so he left, though he did give her the teddy bear that belle bought the baby. maybe she'd like it, he wasn't doing it for any other reason then amanda was still hope's best friend and well he shouldn't be mean to her because she was a bitch. she was grieving and he understood it was her way.

he had pretty much walked all over the school and made it to the gardens. it kind of smelled nice and he didn't mind it at all as he noticed someone. now connor wasn't an asshole like you'd think. yeah he could be, and well he didn't know this girl and well any communication with a human being right now seemed like a good idea. yeah he could be jackass and well it was usually to people he didn't like and well at sometimes his sister though those times were kind of behind him for now. he walked up to the girl that was seated by the roses, "hey." he was also a man of few words or he could be, depending on the situation laid out in front of him. sitting on the bench next to her, well he just ran a hand through his already tossled hair. "whats up?" he kind of just wanted to talk, do anything but sit and think about stupid things.

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when your day is done and you got to run,

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words: five hundred and fifty
outfit: here
tags: mirage with cate
notes: not that great
music: cociane by j.j. cale
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c:

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[catelynnross]

Sept 12, 2011 16:08:54 GMT -5 @catelynnross said:

YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES

if ten million fireflies lit up
THE WORLD AS I FELL ASLEEP

Cate jumped when a random strange boy sat beside her, asking her how she was doing... er, whats up, truthfully. She didn't know how she felt, but she was probably going to answer 'good'; a normal response, no matter if it was a lie or not. She turned and looked at the boy, and saw that his hair was neatly tousled, and he looked strong... not to mention cute! she was such a girl sometimes. It was ridiculous. if Rose was a real person, and Cate and she somehow became friends, she could tell that she'd be mocked endlessly about how she acted towards some things.

She mumbled, "Not a lot...you?" Her melodic voice ringing in her own ears. The scent of the roses numbed her brain, making it difficult for her to think. She knew that it was ridiculous to feel threatened by this guys presence, he was probably a student, just like she was. With just as many problems as she had. She sighed and turned to look fully at him, one leg ended up folded on top of the other one and she faced him, her blue eyes not nessicarily glaring at him, but giving him a gaze that would seem one of judgement. She wasn't judging, just, taking in his whole appeareance.

"I'mCatelynn...but you can call me Cate." her voice still quiet and humming, almost. She looked at him, her eyes full of wonder. Since when did people talk to her? She was the weirdo, the one people avoided... then she remembered. She was surrounded by weirdos, some weirder than she. So she accepted this as a new friend, someone she should care for..or actually care about at all. She was pretty numb in that area, given her circumstances. She had had very few friends before everyone knew about her MPD, and now that everyone knew, even the few friends that she had before that strayed a little bit farther away from her then usual.

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status: COMPLETE
tagged: CONNOR
words: A FEW
outfit: BLACK TANK TOP AND BLUE JEAN SHORTS
notes: EH, NOT MY BEST.
lyrics: FIREFLIES, OWL CITY
credit: TEMPLATE BY SHAZI ?! AT CAUTION 2.0

[connor davis jean]

if you got bad news you want to kick them,

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now the boy could not help but notice that the girl in front of him was hot. yeah it was definitely something connor would pick up on. what could he say? he liked woman and he didn't care what people thought of him. of course he was careful when choosing he didn't go around screwing sluts or people with diseases. he wasn't a moron, just a boy. so when she said nothing how about himself he kind of just shrugged at her, "a lot and nothing all at the same time."

yeah there was a lot going on with him, a lot that was up. but then again nothing really was happening at the same time. he kind of felt like he was just existing, that he was numb. he hadn't cried but he felt sad. he felt kind of angry but not enough to do anything about it. even if he wanted to, he had promised hope that he wouldn't. he wouldn't break a pinky promise he made his sister. but he wasn't going to talk to amanda about his feelings either. though she'd be one to understand. it was her child too. hell she was the one carrying it, the one who didn't have a little child growing inside her anymore

the fact that she was being kind of quiet didn't seem to register as anything major. she could just want to be silent because of the place they were in. it kind of had the aura of serenity and silence. maybe it was why he had ended up here, cause he needed to be in a serene place. "i'm connor. it's nice to meet you," he said before flashing that award winning smile that usually got him everything the boy desired. not that he was using it to get anything now. "what brings you here," he said, letting her take it as she wanted. either the garden or the school. either answer would intrigue the boy.

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when your day is done and you got to run,

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words: three hundred and forty one
outfit: here
tags: mirage with cate
notes: not that great
music: cociane by j.j. cale
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c:

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[catelynnross]

The sunshine made her eyelids look bright as she closed her eyes to think for a moment. Catelynn wasn't very poetic, but she did enjoy poetry. She couldn't figure out how people could throw their words together in such harmony, it amazed her. Her dancing was nowhere near professional, but she did dance on a good basis. It was something she enjoyed very much, and something she wouldn't mind taking lessons on. She thought (from a first glance) that Connor would be very poetic. He seemed kind of like the jock-type that Cate avoided at most costs... they normally came with crude jokes and things that didn't make Rose happy. To keep Rose happy meant keeping Cate calm.

"To the Asylum (she called it the Asylum for practical reasons) or to the Garden? Oh, I'll answer both!" She seemed to be in a good mood, but even she herself couldn't tell sometimes what type of mood she was in, "Well, I have multiple personality disorder, level three. And I am at the garden because I needed to relax and ignore the world." A simplistic answer. Cate could tell by the way he acted that there was something. His smile that seemed to light up the garden, the appearance he had. It had rom-com written all over it. Ridiculous, really.

"What brings YOU here?" She asked, her eyes glittering with glee. She knew that he would have a pretty usual answer. Anger management, or something of the sort. He didn't seem like someone with major issues, like Necrophilia or something. She awaited his answer, and closed her eyes once more, letting her thoughts drift.

Being at home was something she always thought of. Not only was it something that she missed dearly even after only a few days of not being there, but also the fact that she hadn't seen anyone she knew in many days. They all had ended up avoiding her at all costs the last few weeks of her being at home. They thought she had legitly gone crazy...or crazier than what she had already been since day 1. But, she was relaxed. It didn't bother her, it just proved that they weren't true friends, no friend would avoid another friend in a time of need... Cate wouldn't have done it if she was in someone elses shoes.

^{STARRING : CATE & CONNOR
WORDS : A FEW
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : SORRY ABOUT CHANGING TEMPLATES, I COULDN'T FIND THE LINK FOR THE OTHER ONE.
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : NOTHING
BANNER CREDIT : TANA}

[connor davis jean]

if you got bad news you want to kick them,

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connor could be poetic if he tried, he wasn't good at making his own song lyrics. now the rest of the song, he could pretty much do no problem. that was NOT the issue at all. no the issue was his brain was so fucked up from the years of alcohol and drug abuse, he didn't have much energy to keep going and finishing a song. but hey? what can the boy say? partying is what stops all rockstars from being great. he just happened to slip right up with them into the same little cliche. but the boy chuckled when the girl called hawthorne 'the asylum.' it was a fitting name. of course not everyone here was insane but hell there were so many, you never exactly knew who was and who wasn't.

the girl's answer made his eyebrows shoot up, he didn't know anyone with that. then again the boy only knew about a total of six people. hope, alex, belle, amanda, adrian, and summer. and only three of them really well. or so he would think, because one of them he didn't know as well as he thought. alexander, his best friend since god knew when. well he wasn't what connor thought, not fully. well he was now. yeah it made no sense, but alex had been acting towards everyone else the way he usually saved for connor or people he was using. but connor just saw it as his best friend being the guy he always knew. he saw nothing strange. "really? that's interesting," then well her garden answer made him smile.

"i'm here to get away from well myself i guess. or well people too," he said with a shrug, like it was normal. cause it was. everyone at some point need an escape. there just isn't going around it in anyway. everyone in the world at some point need to escape from someone. usually cocaine was connor's escape, but he decided to try a new method. "substance disorder a level two. which could relate back to the garden answer in away." he smirked, if she wanted to know more, well connor would tell her. he wasn't some mysterious boy with mysterious purposes. okay so he was in away, half the time he didn't know his purpose. half the time he didn't have a purpose.he just kind of, did.

but with cate here, it seemed like maybe a purpose was necessary. then again when he decided to do something with a plan, it didn't work out. like with belle, and amanda. things kind of went in another direction. he wanted just a one thing with belle, and ended up being good friends. he just wanted to fuck with amanda, and ended up with a child on the way, then a dead child and now some part of him cared what happened to the annoying blonde. so maybe a purpose was a bad idea with cate? oh well, he wanted to at least be the girl's friend. the rest could happen on it's on. no need for planning.

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words: five hundred and thirty
outfit: here
tags: mirage with cate
notes: that's okay c: this is kind of rambley sorry
music: cociane by j.j. cale
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c:

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[catelynnross]

Cate smiled as he spoke. His voice wasn't exactly like velvet on her ears, but it was smooth enough that it almost gave her the chills. He was such a relaxed person, and even though he was addicted to drugs, he was still quite kind. But it did make Cate wonder whether the drugs he was using were talking to her, instead of the real him. She wouldn't let it bother her though, it would only wreck what she already thought of him, and who's to say she was any better. She knew that if she sat on this for any longer, either Angel or Jeanette would show their faces and Cate would go MIA for a while. Not something she'd want to happy with her first real conversation with a guy. It'd be kind of.... backtracking any progress she had made just now.

"So, er, Connor, h-" she broke off, thinking on how to phrase what she wanted to say for a moment, "How long have you been at the Asylum?" She asked, giving her voice a lilt.... suddenly though things seemed to be darker, as though she was falling asleep. She knew what was happening, even though the transition was quite quick.

"W-who are y-you??" Angels eyes went wide. She saw a really tall guy sitting beside her, and he looked like he was gonna be mean...or... do what her mommy had said to look out for in older boys. And this boy was MUCH older. She held back a scream, but she did start shaking and tears started forming in her eyes. She was shaken and scared. She sat in silence though, and didn't speak. She was gonna wait until he spoke.

Silently, Angel contemplated where she was. In a garden, but it just seemed kind of weird, because last she remembered..... she didn't remember much. She just wished she could go back home and play the piano a little bit, to calm down. She was young, yes, but it didn't mean that she wasn't pretty mature for her age. But there was an obvious age difference between her and the boy sitting next to her. She wondered what his name was, but she wasn't going to ask, because she was waiting for him to say something back.

The garden was really quite pretty. With really smelly flowers next to her, and a little brook that flowed through the middle of it, it was no wonder that she was here. She loved things like this, they were so pretty, so...special. So sincere. With a sigh, she looked around some more, taking in the world around her.

^{STARRING : CATE & CONNOR
WORDS : A FEW
STATUS : FINISHED
NOTES : HERE YOU ARE. ( =
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
LISTENING TO : NOTHING
BANNER CREDIT : TANA}

[connor davis jean]

if you got bad news you want to kick them,

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connor davis jean was nice. wasn't he? well he could be nice but at times he was the biggest douche in the world. those were usually when he was high as fuck. like back when hope was talking about alex, though she was telling the truth he didn't want to believe her. so he kept getting high to not think of it and well he was the biggest douche bag. the same shit happened with amanda and the baby, he did have his douche moments. but all was better? yeah for the most part. he only got high every so often now, just to feel good. that need to forget what people were saying, well that was kind of gone now. with hope dating alex and amanda not in his life. he was a very happy jean.

he shrugged, that was a good question and the answer? he didn't even know. it's what he got for being high the whole time. it was like the days seemed to blend in with each other and well he honestly had no clue how long he had been here. though it wasn't long after his sister and she had been here about a year? right? honestly connor didn't pay much attention so he shrugged, he didn't want to strain just to figure out how long he'd been here. "awhile i guess? i really don't know at the moment. maybe six months? the days ran together so i'm not sure."

then it was like cate disappeared and someone else was in her seat. yet it was still cate? or the person looked like cate. he knew, because she said so, that she had multiple personality disorder. he knew willow, or well belle knew willow and he only gave her something from belle. but still it was strange seeing it in person. the transition wasn't obvious but here was someone else.

the boy wasn't gonna hurt her, or well not on purpose, though it seemed she was upset so he scooted away slightly. "hey i'm connor. i'm just here enjoying the view. uh..whats your name?" he was confused as hell, this was a strange and he kind of had to deal with it now. "uh..what do you like to do?"

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outfit: here
tags: mirage with cate
notes: bleh this kind of sucks but it does
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