i'm flesh and bone , -marcus

[victoria hope jean]

the past week had been... dramatic, to say the least. poor hope just gave up and began to push people away; alex had finally got to her, he had broke her from her strong facade. she was going through her self destructive stage before she actually tried anything to herself. it pissed her friends off, to say the least. people had gone so far to make sure that she wouldn't do anything, from yelling at her, to saying that they were moving out of the room. izzy was the one that seemed to care the most. it broke her heart to know that she was hurting her friends, but she would hurt them even more if she stayed close to them. she just wished that they would forget about her, so she wouldn't hurt them in the end. obviously, that wasn't happening anytime soon.

she didn't know what to do anymore. she had alex to worry about, she never knew what he was going to pull. he was always messing with her, messing with her friends, it was pissing her off. it was breaking her. then there was marcus, who she had made a 'date' with. that was what started this whole fight between her and her friends. she would taunt him and bring it up, which only made izzy and her friends mad. she couldn't help it, she wasn't going to act scared, even though she really was. she wasn't when he first got here, but when she found out what happened to cobi and ty, well.. it made her freak out. she asked willow what was up with him, when she found out, it didn't calm her nerves at all.

but she just had to shake it off. when that day comes, it comes. there was nothing that she could do about it.

hope let out a sigh and threw on her clothes, fixing her curls a little bit, before she walked out of her room, with her guitar in her hand. it was a nice day, she was going to make the best of it. when she walked outside, she took in a breath of fresh air and smiled to herself. Hope didn't really know where she was headed, but she knew that she was going to take advantage of the cloudless, warm day that was ahead of her. Finally, she stepped into the green grass, walking to wherever. She didn't really know. Watching as other students walked past her, she smiled when she realized that people had the same idea as her. Then, all of a sudden, she seen the cutest thing dash across the field. Her eyes widened and she walked closer to the small animal that had stopped just a few feet in front of her to rest. She crouched down and let her arm out, letting the small animal sniff her before she hand her hand through its gray fur, "Yes, that's a nice kitty," she said with a grin. She played with the kitten for a few minutes, before she heard a teenager yell out that was close to her. The kitten scratched her hand and ran away, making her upset. She sucked on the scratch for a moment, before standing up and looking over at the teenager with a glare, "Are you a fucking idiot!? Quit acting like your five years old and you want a juice box," She said, placing her hands on her hips. She just stared at the teenager for a moment, before walking off, towards the lake.

"Ow, that hurt," She muttered to herself, looking down at the scratch as it started to swell around the edges of the scratch. She let out a sigh and placed her hand by her side as she finally made it to the lake. She took in a breath of the smell of the water, before sitting down close to it. She leaned back onto her elbows and closed her eyes for a moment, allowing her body to relax as she soaked in the sun that was beating down on her naturally tan skin. She then let a relaxed smile come to her lips, before laying back in the grass, letting her brown hair spill behind her.

word count: seven hundred seventeen.
outfit: click!
tag: marcus
notes: here ya go!

[marcus lukas flynn]

"Oh...don't you worry Nik. I have everything under control." Marcus purred into the phone, before hanging up. He was always suppose to check in with Nik, tell him how things were going, what he was planning on doing next, taking orders. One may think Marcus Lukas Flynn would get tired of taking orders, doing as he was told. But to be honest the boy didn't mind. The job he had was fun. While Nik was acting as security, giving Marcus all information he wanted on who he wanted it on. His job was to get Ty back into the gang. Yes he would convince Nik that he was doing that, but there was no way he was letting Ty back into his world...the world where he was feared. Ty was worthless compared to Marcus...at least in his mind. He would rather die then see Ty as second in command again. So he wasn't going to bring Ty back...no...he had an entire plan of his own..one he hadn't told Nik.

On his off times,, when he wasn't speaking to Nik, making plans, or taunting Ty and his little boyfriend. He would gladly enjoy taunting the little people of this wonderful place. It was full of teenagers. Some like him, some addicted to drugs, sex...Oh it was like his dream world. Causing so much harm to others, and not getting caught. Having them stuck in this cage, not being able to leave until they were old enough or better. Marcus had taken a special liking to taunting a specific group. If you could call it that. Miss Victoria Hope Jean, and her little friends. He had found it amusing, how she thought she could take him. How she didn't believe he could harm her. Oh she was a joy in his eyes. He would ruin that happy facade she always had on. He had found a soft spot of hers, that little Izzy. His new found Poppet. Why had he started calling her that? Well it was just another nickname he used. He enjoyed the idea of watching her squirm in his grasp. You may call him sick, and perverted for thinking about that, but it was only in his nature. He was taught to be like this at a ripe age. His father showing him right and wrong. Only his right, was another's wrong. He didn't give a damn about others. Their thoughts, feelings..it was all useless to him. He was self centered, and he was the best in his mind. He didn't need all these pathetic people around him, why not get rid of them, drive them to insanity? It would amuse him, and get the job done. Hitting two birds with one stone. He was found of that saying. Always finding a way to harm two people by doing one thing. Driving them mad, breaking them to pieces, where it would take ages to put them back together. It was all too fun. It was his hobby, and his job to cause so much pain. Nik's warning still fresh in his mind. He was to do what he wanted, he just wasn't aloud to kill. Shame. He didn't say anything about causing one to commit suicide though. So Marcus took that as a free pass.

After Marcus did his daily routine of exercise, he stepped into the shower, then dried his hair giving it that up dew he always had. He never did much to his appearance, not seeing any use to. He was naturally attractive. Strong, muscles, thin..sharp features. So many girls would die to be with him, that is until they knew what he was like. To be honest..he could care less who wanted him, and who didn't. It all mattered on if he wanted them. He slipped on a white button up, leaving it open to reveal his abs. He finalized everything with a pair of jeans before walking out of his room. He wasn't sure what he would do today. It was nice and sunny, meaning many people out and about. That could be a good, or a bad thing. As he reached the doors, he made his way out. The sunlight shining down on his bronze skin. He walked around for god knows how long, not really paying attention..and thinking of what there was to do, or better yet. Who there was. That's when he heard her voice. It was so sweet sounding, so innocent. He stood out of the way, and watched the scene. He'd never actually seen hope in person, but he knew it was her. A sly smirk spread across his lips when she began sucking on her scratch. You could say his thoughts got somewhat perverted after that. He watched her walk off again, and followed her at a slow pace. She was lying on the grass, just waiting to be touched..just flaunting what she had. He took this as his chance to strike. He silently made his way to her, crouching down, hovering over her. Her legs between his. He let one arm hold himself up, while the other hovered above her through. So that if she tried to get up, he could pin her down.

He grinned down at her, before pecking her lips. "Hope love..I'm so sorry for the delay on our date...How can I make it up to you?" He asked sweetly his German accent thick. Looking at her with hungry eyes. He could not wait to hear her scream..plead..it was all so good. Just the site of her made him a bit horny. He brushed his lips against her cheek seductively. "Was zarte Haut haben." He whispered joyfully in her ear.

words: 986! =D
outfit: here
tags: Krista with Hope
notes; That was fun. AND the translation should be 'What soft skin you have.' Cause i know it's wrong

[victoria hope jean]

the young latina girl wasn't really all that interesting, to say the least. atleast, she didn't think she was. she was just being herself, twenty four seven, she didn't see it any other way. she was just a sweetheart with a fiery side; she wasn't afraid to voice her opinion, whether you were here for adhd or some type of psycho personality disorder, she was going to say what she felt. she knew that sometimes she might regret it, but she didn't think about it at the time. the words just flew from her mouth sometimes, without her even thinking it through. it got her into trouble a lot of the time; it would get her into huge arguments, fights. she wasn't one to really think things through, she just kind of.. did it. the only thing she thought out was her suicide attempt, but fuck, even that didn't work out well. someone still found her. so, usually, she ended up fucked either way. she didn't want to believe that, that was what happened, but it was the truth. most of the people at hawthorne didn't know what her deal was, they just knew that she was here. obviously she was here for a reason, but she refused to tell the people that she didn't trust. they could turn it around on her, some how, some way. she wasn't proud of herself for what has been going on in her head, but it was there. she couldn't help it.

in a way, she was glad that her mother sent her to hawthorne. she didn't know what it was like to have friends that really.. really cared. the only friends she knew were her brothers. they only liked her because she took care of them, hung out with them. they easily turned against her when all of those lies were spread about her. it was a nice feeling to have people believe her, care about her well being. she now knew that she wasn't alone, she would have these friends for life. well, hopefully. she knew that it would be hard to keep up with all of her high school friends when she graduated, because they were from all across the country; but she'd be damned if she didn't try. she didn't want to forget her friends.. maybe forget some of the things that have happened while she has been here; the whole.. being stabbed thing, the name calling, alex, her brother, and whatever may happen in the future, because she knew there would be. she still had time here, she knew she would still mess up somehow.

people at hawthorne have recently found out hopes weakness; her roommate izzy. the young girl was so innocent and sweet, hope wanted to keep her that way as long as she could. she didn't want izzy to hang out with the wrong people and get sucked into the wrong things like she did. no, hope didn't drink or smoke, but the fact that she was in the presence of that kind of stuff was bad enough. she was only a freshman, she didn't need to know. besides, most of those people were bad news; she found that out the hard way. it wasn't only izzy though, it was all of her friends. she would do anything to make sure that her friends were okay. yeah, that also got her into trouble, but she didn't care as long as her friends were okay. she was scared, because alex and marcus both have been messing with izzy. she really freaked out when they talked to her, and of course.. she talked back. she made sure to bring up that if she couldn't talk to marcus in a rude way, that neither could izzy. izzy was afraid of alex, because of him touching her, so izzy really needed to be afraid of marcus. she knew about him, because of willow, ty, and cobi. she now knew what she was getting herself into, she really didn't need izzy in the type of situation that she was in.

hope let out a content sigh, with her eyes closed. she was really enjoying this, no one bothering her. it was like she never got a moment to herself anymore, but that's what you get when you try to make friends with pretty much everyone. she raised her arms and raised up her head, so that her head was now resting on her forearms, before she began to feel weird. someone was here with her, but she was too relaxed to really pay attention to it. maybe if she just ignored them, they would go away. yeah, that didn't work. before she knew it, she felt someone peck her lips and her eyebrows came together in confusion. she, in no way, reacted to that small peck. she didn't kiss back, she didn't even move. in a way, she was kind of afraid to; she didn't want to know who it was, but then again she did. she only liked one person, alyx, and they had already kissed. she knew that it wasn't him, those didn't feel like his lips. then.. the words that spilled out of his mouth. marcus. her eyes shot open and the brown orbs looked up at marcus, who was closer than she would have liked. fuck, fucking fuck. she knew this wasn't going to be good, but would he really hurt her out in public? no, besides she didn't want to start a scene. she had to play it cool.. she moved one of her arms to his chest and pushed slightly, "you can start by getting off of me," she said, trying to keep her tone relaxed. it worked, for the most part. she moved away from him slightly as he began to whisper to her in german, her nose scrunching up in disgust, "i have no idea what you just said, but i know i didn't like it." she knew that he had said something to get to her, just by the way he was acting. his lips near her.. it made her want to shudder, make her fall over her words. she didn't like it one bit. she pushed at his chest one more time, to try and tell him to move. in false hope, probably.

word count: one thousand and sixty one.
outfit: click!
tag: marcus
notes: you really don't have to match this at all, i just got... carried away. i had to hold my muse in for two days!