don't say a word[laiso]

[hunter caiden jones]

drowning deep in my sea of loathing,

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hunter caiden jones hated being stuck in that damn school with those damn people. honestly, who thought it was a good idea to put a guy who was angry at the world in a place with people? at least they were damn smart enough to give him a single dorm or he'd have roommates who had constant hospital visits. cause it seemed no matter where the boy was at that school, someone pissed him off. on chat, well that little bitch abi kept pissing him off. he broke his computer and punched some holes into his wall. better than someone's face right? then that casstle or cass something bitch had to go and talk about fucking trains. she wouldn't leave him alone and well he punched her. not hard enough to do anything but leave a bruise and well he honestly didn't care. then there was that blaire chick, fuck her man.

now it was the middle of the afternoon and well, and hunter was naping. cause he sure the hell wasn't leaving this school. it was a peaceful nap until it all changed. he was in that hall again, with that castle bitch or whatever. she was talking about allie, how the fuck did this girl know about allie? did andy that fucking tranny tell people? no cause that boy would know fucking die and he knew it. but as the boy began to get angry and reach out to punch castle, well the scene changed. he was still going to punch the girl in front of him but it wasn't castle it was allie. and when his fist met her face she cried but hunter just hit her again and again. then she was on the floor bleeding, the ambulance, the cops, his parents were all chanting 'murderer murderer' then he woke up.

sweat was rolling down the boy's body as he just shook in fear and he wiped the tears from his face. no, the boy was pissed and punched the wall again. his hand began to bleed, but he just wrapped it. he probably did this way too many times to even care that it stung a little. he grabbed a change of clothes and took a quick shower before dumping the dirty one's in a pile and grabbed his bike key. then he headed out. he didn't want to be in this school or around these people. he was hungry but the food at this school was shit. actually everything to this boy was shit when he was angry. before when he was looking up things to do there was some diner out in town. when he got to his bike he turned the key and drove. the wind against his hair and body felt good.

when he found the diner he pulled up shut the bike off and ran a hand through his hair before kicking down his kickstand and heading inside. he cracked his knuckles as he scanned the diner. sitting down he ordered a burger and some fries. they took to damn long to bring it to him and he just threw it on the ground when it was on his table. "i don't want this shit," he said before storming out the door again. really that was a waste of his fucking time. it was just fucked up service and fucked up food. he wasn't paying a dime for the shit. though he sure the hell wasn't going back to the school and his empty dorm or those fucking people. he just sat down on the curb and stared into space.

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it seems what's left of my human side,

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words: six hundred and twelve
outfit: here
tags: laiso
notes: i love this boy<3
music: down with the sickness by disturbed
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c:

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[laiso jade skelton]

A long day at work was an understatement. There she had been, all dressed and ready to leave after seventeen hours work when a patient was rushed in from a knife injury. His mother was crying and demanding to know if he was alright and they needed urgent assistance. Witness to this all, Laiso had ran into the patient's room pronto. She didn't regret it, she loved helping people, but the splatters of blood that had tainted her nice purple blouse weren't a particular highlight. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten, maybe a salad before that half hour nap she'd helplessly succumbed to. So she stopped by Betty's diner, where they'd seen her so many times now that her order was in motion as soon as she stepped through the door. It was nice to know that some people noticed her, even if it didn't feel like it at times.

She gasped, wide-eyed as she heard the clutter of food and plates being mercilessly shoved onto the floor from the table opposite hers. Her heart raced, she could sense an air of danger about the man. Something that told her to avoid him at all costs. Her gut though, was always that everyone could be a good person. They just needed help. Hungry, she tucked into her ham rolls and drank her juice, set on at least finishing up before she did anything else. Her entire body had been put second priority to work, therefore it was deprived of a lot of things that were basic necessities. Never mind loneliness, lack of family, lack of sex, lack of social conversation. She could survive without all that. Every once in a while she needed to eat and drink though, occasionally sleep. For her babies' sake if not for her own.

She twisted the tiny metallic ring on her middle finger with a silver barn owl sculpted onto it's band, waiting for her bill to come. It was soon done, now all there was left to do was walk on the tightrope that was an easily-angered man and hope that she didn't lose a limb. At least she was a nurse, she'd know how to treat it. Holding her breath she slowly walked out of the diner, quiet as she could. She didn't say anything, she really didn't know what she could say to diminish the bursts of anger seemingly flooding through every vein of his, making his muscles throb and his face tighten. All she did was take a seat on the same curb, though a few metres away from him for personal space.

[hunter caiden jones]

drowning deep in my sea of loathing,

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now it wasn't that hunter wasn't good with civil conversation. he hadn't lived his whole life with nobody. he had relationships, bad ones but relationships none the less. all were built on pretty much lies or the fact that the girls were addicts in some way and he supported that for a little bit until it started to piss the boy off. he was the center of attention kind of guy and if you were giving that attention to somebody or something else, it kind of fueled the boy's anger issues and pissed him off.

the boy knew when to act nice and when to act like a complete dick. he had control over it sometimes, other's not so much. right now he was a little bit too angry to control his tone and he turned to the girl who sat down next to him. was she a fucking idiot? he just threw shit and kind of said fuck it and almost cut someone with the glass plate. why would someone really want to sit near a boy that could explode on anyone for the smallest thing. he kind of just glared at her, though he wasn't so sure he was going to tell her to fuck off. not until she said something that angered him.

his tone was kind of filled with anger, "what do you want?" it was as nice as hunter could get at the moment. now it was was better than telling her to fuck off and shove whatever she wants to say where the sun doesn't shine. now that would of been just rude and he wasn't all that bad of a guy when he wanted to be. plus the girl was hot in a kind of i could care less kind of way. the blood on her shirt kind of added to that and it made the boy smirk at her.

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it seems what's left of my human side,

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words: three hundred and twenty five
outfit: here
tags: laiso
notes: sorry..this kind of sucks..my brain turned into mushiness
music: down with the sickness by disturbed
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c:

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[laiso jade skelton]

Laiso could see variance in his reaction to her sitting down. Definitely some blatant anger, though realistically the curb didn't belong to him. Then he smirked, which she assumed was his laughing at her. Perhaps if she was to be analytical, which she preferred not to be, she could presume from his attitude that lashing out was easier for him than facing whatever it was that triggered his frustrations. It was nothing that counseling sessions couldn't eventually teach someone to improve. Laiso wasn't naive enough to think that anyone gave a damn about making themselves feel better through trials of therapy. It was far easier to throw yourself into drink or one night stands. Even after her divorce she never found the solution to be in whimsical fixes. Her eyes wandered to his hands, all wrapped up.

Ignoring his question she became fixated on the injury, the blood stained wrap that covered it. Her soft voice let herself open to be chastised and scolded but she just had to ask. "What happened to your hand?" tucking her hair behind her ears she inspected it from a distance. She couldn't help but care about people. It was who she was, whatever trails she had to face to get to that person. Even as this man obviously wished her away with his eyes she found herself concerned for him. For sure her attention wasn't going elsewhere, though he could always turn on his heels and leave if she was bothering him so much. She hadn't moved any closer to him, her big brown eyes were empathetical but she was determined not to overwhelm her chances of speaking to him by prying.

With a small inaudible sigh her eyes quickly looked up at a cab that was entering a lane outside the diner. Well I could use a ride home she thought to herself, eager to not be a bothersome character to this man's quiet contemplation.

[hunter caiden jones]

drowning deep in my sea of loathing,

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hunter wasn't one to trust people easily so when she started to question him about his hand, well he got a little nervous. who the fuck was this bitch to ask him questions? it wasn't any of her business what happened to his hand. then again, it could easily be of usage to the boy. maybe she'd get scared and fuck off finally. "i punched a hole in my wall. again," he muttered, keeping his eyes on her, hoping she'd freak out like some people and start stuttering. but she wasn't a student in the school, so she probably didn't know how bad things could get. hell just recently people were injured and stuck in the hospital. ever sense it was like crazies were taking over the school. which at least left him plenty of time to not be bothered by the idiots who pissed him off.

now this boy didn't mind the girl sitting there, or he wouldn't of on a different day. but just today it was way too much for him to handle. after that dream. well he didn't trust himself around anyone. and if he killed someone, well he'd never get better. hell he would probably go into some form of depression but he didn't plan on killing a person. so he decided to scare her off. like he did everyone who tried to talk to him. "if i were you i'd leave. don't ant me to hit you instead of a wall" he said. just hoping she was one of those easily scared people. unlike that gril in the fiftness center. she had put up a fight. he liked it, but he hated it all in the same.

he usually had some control, but he didn't trust it right now, and he didn't want to hit a pretty girl like this. especially since she didn't say or do anything wrong. at least not yet. but he was certain she'd say something wrong and he didn't want his fist to hit her pretty face at all.

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it seems what's left of my human side,

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words: three hundred and forty eight
outfit: here
tags: laiso
notes: sorry..this kind of sucks..my brain turned into mushiness
music: down with the sickness by disturbed
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c:

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[laiso jade skelton]

Laiso definitely wanted to leave, she wanted to go. At the same time though she knew that all she would do when she got home was throw herself to sleep before she had to head back to work. Even if it was abuse, listening to any human voice was better than solitude. "Oh" was her response to his admission of punching a wall. She nodded along like he'd said something completely normal, eyes interested rather than scared. She'd heard it all back at the health center she worked at and even more now she worked locally. It wasn't as if nothing shocked her but this certainly didn't. Especially since he had already displayed many of the tendencies that came from those with everything from minor anger issues to serious disorders. She was hardly expecting him to be sprouting sonnets.

She rubbed her eyes a little, the way a person only does after severe deprivation of sleep, yet she knew even if she put her head on her pillow she'd be up for hours. She hoped dark circles hadn't formed, she wasn't vain about her appearance but she liked the pride of knowing she had some attractive qualities, even if men tended to disagree. His threat did little to coerce her into moving. "Why do you have to hit me? Why don't we just talk or both sit silently on the curb until one of us walks away?" she queried, trying to understand the man's need for violence. She'd seen it many times and it was always attributed to something different, though more frequently some kind of childhood or teenage trauma.

Her brain was so logged with questions and thoughts about the guy that she'd actually missed the most obvious point about him, that he was a good looking guy. Then again she hadn't thought of any man like that since the divorce which basically left her self-esteem in tatters.

[hunter caiden jones]

drowning deep in my sea of loathing,

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hunter of course wouldn't hit the girl next to him, because she didn't do anything to him. of course he was pissed off, but honestly who wouldn't be pissed off? come on. it was how he coped with everything. he just remained pissed.it kept people at a distant, it kept him from caring and then hurting those he cared about. people didn't try to get to close to the boy who could hurt them in an instant. not many people at all. of course the boy wasn't some guy sitting in the back of his class punching his desk. no he had friends and girlfriends and things of that nature. but never had he fallen in love with anyone. or cared too much about them.

but the girl just asked too many damn questions and her next one just seemed to anger him more. why were people so fucking nosy? people needed to learn to mind there own fucking buisness and stop asking shit. though the boy did always seem to have a soft spot for females. at least until they upset him. which was why he planned to answer the questions, as long as she didn't try to get too personal. do a therapist thing and dig deep into his mind and want to know what made him hunter caiden jones. cause the answer would be the same he gives to them, 'bones and blood and muscle.' but she only asked why couldnt' they talk, that wasn't that bad a question. "cause talking means caring and i just choose not to care."

if he cared what someone thought, then he just might talk to them. if he cared to get to know them, then just maybe he'd talk to them. now he wasn't going to deny that the girl was hot, and she wasn't scared. so maybe she was worth talking too? well he'd have to give a few more minutes to decide. if she was gonna try to dig into his past, he was gonna have to walk away. cause that would only make him angry, and he wasn't going to get to know someone who would obviously anger him easily. that was an idiotic thing to do or even attempt to do. befriend people who can put up with your bullshit(and she seemed to be able to do that) and people who weren't small, frail and either can put up their own. those were his ways of finding friends. keeps from people getting hurt.

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it seems what's left of my human side,

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words: four hundred and thirty two
outfit: here
tags: laiso
notes: sorry..this kind of sucks..my brain turned into mushiness
music: down with the sickness by disturbed
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c:

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