the night before last[addy]

[amanda katrina tumlin]

why should i care cuz you weren't there,

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amanda woke up in an unfamiliar room, there was only one bed. was she home? no cause it wasn't her room, then she saw addy next to her and the empty bottles on the floor. that was when what happened came rushing back. alexander, that fucker. she couldn't believe that she went there, and froze. she couldn't believe that she went there and FROZE. it upset her and when she finally got out of there, she hid in the music room and cried for almost an hour before she could see straight enough to log on to chat. then her heart broke even more cause she had to let izzy and hope know that she failed them. she didn't remember much after that but hugging addy, then drinking with addy and then she remembered sleeping in addy's arms.

he was the only person she wanted to see, after what happened he was who came to mind. him and alcohol. which was why she drank so much, wanting to forget that she screwed up everything. earlier in the morning she traded james' some alcohol for a way to get rid of her hangover. she did what he said and curled back next to addy and slept some more. all of that coming back to her, well it hurt her brain and she felt worse than she had earlier.

she kissed addy's cheek and looked at the time on her phone. crap it was already around one. she shook him lightly, "addy wake up. it's one in the afternoon and my head is pounding." leaning her head against his arm, she closed her eyes. "god it hurts."

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you need to listen i'm starting to trip,

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words: two hundred and eighty two
outfit: here
tags: wolf with addy
notes: say what
music: smile by avril lavigne
credit: gabs of a different color; of caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c:

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[adrian william miller]

Looking around, Adrian wondered why exactly he wasn’t in his room, then he remembered his new roommate. Apparently he was Hope’s brother or something. He pushed himself up from the bed and looked around the seemingly normal room. Nothing seemed to make it apparent that someone was living in it and he decided it would be a good idea to crash here with Amanda for the night. Now that it came to his mind, where was Amanda.

Adrian pushed himself to his feet as he got out of bed. Unfortunately for him, his pants were still on, so he guessed he didn’t get laid yet. He accidentally stepped on one of the random glass bottles scattered around the floor; luckily he was wearing his sneakers. A movement in the corner of the room caught his attention and he turned to face Amanda, who was crouched on one knee. “Good morning?” He said in a confused tone. Her head bolted up and her eyes pierced his. Rising, Adrian was surprised to discover that she wielded a fairly sharp looking sword.

“Ok, you’ve got a sword. It’s a nice sword. Very shiny. Why do y-“ Adrian was cut off as Amanda suddenly sliced at him. He ducked just in time to avoid decapitation and rolled to the other side of the bed. “Amanda, what the hell!” He yelled as he looked around for something to defend himself. Spotting a second identical sword under the bed… Wait, what the fuck was going on? Pulling the sword out, he barely had enough time to block Amanda’s second attack, but got kicked in the chest and crashed through the closet door. “Can. We. Talk. About. This.” He said, blocking repeated attacks. He spotted an opening and elbowed Amanda in the stomach. She dropped her sword and fell to her knees as Adrian pointed his sword at her neck. “Addy, why would you hit me?” She sobbed loudly, tears streaming down her face. He gasped and slightly lowered his sword for a split second. Amanda’s tears instantly faded as the second sword turned to dusk. An evil grin spread across Amanda’s face and her eyes turned darker before she leaped at Adrian and bit a chunk of flesh out of his cheek.

Adrian woke with a start and immediately noticed Amanda hovering over him. Still very confused and disoriented, he bent her arm at the elbow and rolled over so he was straddling her waist. Quickly producing a blade from its sheath on the top half of his arm, he pressed the cold steel against Amanda’s throat. Suddenly realized his mistake, he slipped the knife back into its protective guard and lightly kissed Amanda on her cheek. “Good morning to you too.” He responded casually. Rolling off her, he sat up on the bed and looked around the room. His hangover probably wasn’t as bad as Amanda’s because he hadn’t drunk as excessively as her.

TAGGED: Amanda
OUTFIT: This but more dirty and burned up
WORD COUNT: 500ish, bitch
NOTES: Lolololololol XDDD

[amanda katrina tumlin]

why should i care cuz you weren't there,

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amanda froze in fear when he grabbed her and bent her arm back. why did she have to leave her knife lying there in alex's room, this was a good time to have it. her heart beat faster as he straddled her. was he going to...no he couldn't..it's addy he wouldn't. but before she could stop them, the memories rushed back. every single one, the fear, the pain and the aftermath. all of it flooded back to her,broke down the wall she kept hiding it all. she could remember everything, the feel, his dirty smell, and just the pain emotional and physical. and she didn't want to think of addy like that, she thought he was different. that's what she got for believing and thinking, she got this. "addy. what the fuck," she managed when he pulled out a knife. "what the fuck do you think you are doing?" she could feel her body trembling as she looked at him with pleading eyes, tears forming. "i thought you were different."

cringing when his lips touched her cheek, she watched him roll off and her eyes were wide. "what the fuck was that about," she said, pulling the covers around her and sitting up as far away from him as possible. she didn't know how to take this in, she wasn't used to this feeling. of being betrayed by someone you thought cared about you, well not in this way. her mom betrayed her, yeah but well she thought addy was different. again with her thinking. she wasn't as smart as she thought, cause she kept letting people in and well that couldn't be smart. she made a mental note to start pushing hope and izzy a little further away from her. she couldn't handle this betrayal by one's you thought cared for you.

then she could feel the need to drink, drown her sorrows in the bottle. too bad she gave the rest to james, fuck. she mentally cursed at herself for doing something so stupid and idiotic. for believing that people could care, that a man could not want something. she thought...fuck with the thinking. she didn't want to think anymore, she just wanted to get rid of this pain and staying on this bed with adrian wasn't helping her at all. she got up and slid her shoes back onto her feet before turning towards adrian, "i thought i could love you," she mumbled, the tears finally falling down her face. why did she have to cry infront of him, now she looked weak and vulnerable and even worse? she couldn't see to even leave, so she was stuck until her fit was over, and she could go crawl in her own bed and well sleep.

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you need to listen i'm starting to trip,

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words: four hundred and seventy seven
outfit: here
tags: wolf with addy
notes: 1. you upset amanda! <.< not that i don't like it 2. dfjdfjdjdfjd! that's it.
music: losing grip by avril lavigne
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c:

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[adrian william miller]

It was that fucking dream again; Adrian had gotten different variations almost every night. One night she had tried to rape him, which hadn’t been that bad, until she turned into a 6’7” body builder named Bruce. Another night, her and Hope had eaten his arms and legs and then started chopping off his penis with a butcher’s knife, inch by inch. He shuddered as he remembered the horrible details before Amanda brought him back to reality.

Her words made Adrian’s blood turn to ice and his heart sunk to his toes. He tried to remain calm as he stood up and kicked a few empty bottles aside. Slowly walking over to Amanda, he embraced her tightly and slowly rubbed her back. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. “It was an accident.” He let go of her, backed up a couple feet and unstrapped the knife from his arm. “Here.” He said, re-strapping the knife to Amanda’s arm. “You keep it.”

Sitting down on the bed again, Adrian put his shoes on and tied them up. It hurt a little; knowing that she didn’t trust him enough to think he would slit her throat, but panicking at Alex’s had probably set her way back in her ‘rehab’ or whatever. “Sorry again.” He said, standing back up and putting his hands in his pockets to make sure it was still there, which it was. “Wanna go get breakfast… or lunch… or whatever?” He asked, looking out the window at the rain outside.

TAGGED: Amanda
WORD COUNT: 250ish
NOTES: P-p-p-penis

[amanda katrina tumlin]

why should i care cuz you weren't there,

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amanda resisted the urge to pull away from him, and sighed when the knife was now on her. she felt more secure, a knife was always the thing that made her feel safe. knowing how to handle a knife, was important and usually amanda was really good with one. but last night, all her precautions she always took, well they went out the window and that was a bad thing. it caused pain to be caused, immense pain, for both her and her friends. she felt horrible for allowing her fear to take over, twice in the past twenty-four hours. angry at herself, she looked at adrian and sighed. she had to give him another chance, she liked him too much to walk away now. just cause he pulled a knife on her. hell she had threatened him god knew how many times to chop his lovely penis off. she felt a brush rise remembering calling his penis lovely and she looked down, allowing her hair to fall over her face.

the apology made her smile slightly, but she wasn't going to let him get off that easily. forcing a frown, she looked up, running a hand through her hair to get it all orderly before shrugging. "yeah yeah. sorry. whatever." she had to go back to being slightly distant, from everyone, she just couldn't think why she let them all in to begin with. but now? now it was time to push everyone away, or as far away as she could let herself push them. she grew very fond of izzy, and hope, she wasn't sure she could live without the girl. adrian, well she wasn't sure how she felt about adrian, her feelings were jumbled and confused, but she knew she wouldn't want him gone forever.

when he mentioned lunch, her stomach growlednand she mentally cursed for not eating when she got up the first time. letting her usual glare settle onto her face she shrugged,"sure. whatever."

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you need to listen i'm starting to trip,

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words: three hundred and thirty-six
outfit: here
tags: wolfie with adrian
notes: i cracked up
music: losing grip by avril lavigne
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c:

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[adrian william miller]

Adrian smiled a little as she agreed to breakfast with him; she couldn’t be that mad at him. Even so, he decided that he should give her ‘it’ before she got even more pissed off. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small black wooden box, barely bigger than his hand. “Here, turn around.” He whispered, walking around her. He opened the box and pulled out a silver moonstone pendant with a small button on the back. “I was going to give this to you last week, but then I got thrown in iso, so…” Reaching over Amanda’s head, he hooked the necklace together so it hung around her neck. “I’m still not exactly sure what happened while I was gone, but I know it isn’t going to get much better soon. So I stayed up late making this.”

Adrian pointed to a small pile of tools on the desk, which he had brought over from his room. “If you ever need me; if your ever in trouble, just press this button.” He gently flipped the pendant over to reveal the small button on the back, the flipped it back. “And I’ll be there to help.” He turned her back around and lightly kissed her. “Common, let’s go to the mess hall and see what they have left over from lunch.”

TAGGED: Amanda
OUTFIT: Here
WORD COUNT: 240ish because I said so.
NOTES: This is the necklace, but silver instead of gold and a thin silver chain

[amanda katrina tumlin]

why should i care cuz you weren't there,

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amanda had taken extra care to hide the hickey from adrian, making sure her hair was exactly where it needed to be throughout the night. but now it seemed her efforts were now useless when he pulled out a necklace, it was pretty and she couldn't help but admit that. even if she hardly ever wore jewelry. she had to move her hair to the side for him to put it around her neck, leaving the hickey to be viewed as he did this. she hoped he wouldn't overreact, or go after alex. she couldn't have that, alex wasn't one to mess with, amanda knew that now. she planed to never do something like that again, put herself in a position like that.

then he told her she could press the button and she would be safe. now she planned to never take it off, a feeling of safety seemed to wash over the petite blonde. then she felt like an incompetent idiot for thinking she needed someone to watch over her. she was amanda katrina tumlin and she sure the hell could take of herself. 'then why didn't you,' she thought to herself, because that time was different. but she knew, that she would probably have to use that button at some point in time. after last night, she wasn't sure what was going to happen. "thank you," she finally managed with a slight smile before quickly covering the hickey again.

she kissed him back lightly and felt another calm rush over her before nodding at him and heading out the door.

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you need to listen i'm starting to trip,

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words: two hundred and sixty nine
outfit: here
tags: wolf with adrian
notes: say what
music: losing grip by avril lavigne
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c:

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[adrian william miller]

Adrian looked at the mark on her neck uncertainly. Had he done that accidentally when he attacked her this morning? He sighed an rubbed her neck a little before pocketing the few tools he had used last night and opened the door for Amanda. Following her out the door, they made their way down to the mess hall. The halls were quiet and empty, save the couple souls scattered here and there.

The mess hall was almost the same, except with a few more people. Adrian noticed Nico and his dog sitting at a table, nibbling on a soup cracker. He also noticed Nicole and Gabriel jumping from table to table, throwing dishes at each other. Sighing, he walked over to the food line and picked out a bowl of tomato soup with a couple pieces of toast. A bottle of Coke was also thrown onto the tray and he went to go sit down at a table. He swiped a couple of broken plates from the table before sitting down with Amanda. “So, care to explain what happened last night again? I didn’t really get the just of it.”

TAGGED: Amanda the skank
WORD COUNT: 200ish
NOTES: DadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadaBATMAN

[amanda katrina tumlin]

why should i care cuz you weren't there,

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amanda sighed when he rubbed her neck and she just couldn't think about alex right now and that mark. it was too soon and as they walked towards the mess hall her hand was clutching the necklace around her neck as she glared at everyone she passed. she wasn't going to let anyone mess with her anymore, she was done with it and even the people who seemed nice were going to get her glares and bitchiness from now on. she was sick of people taking advantage of her and that was her thoughts as she walked through the line grabbing some soup and a mountain dew. she wasn't sure if she ate actual food what would happen so she stuck with something like soup.

when they sat down and he asked the dreaded question she knew she had to answer. "alex," was the first thing that came out of her mind and her hand automatically went to the mark on her neck. "he..he hurt izzy," she said softly, "so hope told me to go..do my thing." she closed her eyes and took a deep breath,"but i couldn't...i couldn't do it..and he..he did.." she remembered him pressed against her body, kissing her neck, taunting her, and no one being there to save her. "things," she finally managed.

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you need to listen i'm starting to trip,

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words: two hundred and twenty nine
outfit: here
tags: wolf with adrian
notes: she's never going to take that thing off
music: losing grip by avril lavigne
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c:

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[adrian william miller]

Adrian calmly sipped his soup as Amanda started to explain what had happened. He had heard about something happening with Izzy and Alex from the guards that gave him his meals. Apparently, they kept an eye on everything pretty closely, but did really do much about it unless it directly involved them. Something to do with helping them learn how to deal with problems in the real world. Which sounded like a bullshit excuse to not do anything and get paid for it.

Adrian ate a piece of toast as Amanda mentioned Alex did something to her. “What exactly d-“ He was cut off as Gabriel landed on his table and knocked his bowl of soup all over Adrian. “Dude, what the fuck.” He yelled, grabbing a steak knife from a nearby table and threw it at Gabriel, who effortly dodged it and bolted from the room, followed my Nicole. “Fucking asshole.” He muttered, realizing everyone was now staring at him. “What, you’ve never seen someone in a murderous rage?” He yelled again. “Come on.” He mumbled to Amanda, before walking out of the room, but not before grabbing a second piece of toast from someone’s plate. “So what did he do.” He asked as soon as they were away from the cafe. They were headed to his room so he could change his clothes.

TAGGED: Amanda
WORD COUNT: 240ish
NOTES: What actually happened was he knocked the bowl of soup onto himself and went batshit crazy.

[amanda katrina tumlin]

why should i care cuz you weren't there,

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amanda felt her body cringe away when adrian began to yell for what seemed like no apparent reason. she didn't speak though, and she glared at everyone around them. she didn't know why adrian did what he did, but she didn't want people staring at them. that was for sure. she looked down at her still unfinished food and pushed it away. she couldn't eat it even if she wanted to, because at that moment she felt like barfing her guts out. so she grabbed her mountain dew and followed adrian out the door.

she felt her hand go straight to her neck when he asked his next question. she didn't want to think or talk about what alex did to her, but she would because he asked. she remembered everything, from freaking out when she got there. his smell, his body pressed against hers on the door, on the bed. him kissing her, touching her. she could feel the tears and she sighed, "he.." she didn't know how to continue this. how to explain what he did. "well at first nothing. i just.. freaked..then he touched me and kissed me." she closed her eyes and stopped moving, she couldn't walk, she needed to keep herself from crying first. "i was so scared," she admitted, looking up at him through teary eyes.

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you need to listen i'm starting to trip,

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words: words go here
outfit: here
tags: wolf with adrian
notes: say what
music: losing grip by avril lavigne
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c:

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[adrian william miller]

Adrian opened the doors to the school grounds as Amanda quietly followed him. He could tell that she was thinking hard about how to answer his question, but he felt that his act of random violence deserved explanation. “Sorry about all that.” He mumbled. “They’re really weird and make me look like an idiot sometimes, but I don’t know what I’d do without them.” He noticed tears brewing in Amanda’s eyes and turned to look at her.

Rubbing her shoulders gently, he listened to what Alex had done while Adrian had been in iso. “Oh dear…” He whispered, pulling Amanda into a hug. “I’m so sorry.” He knew that Amanda probably wouldn’t approve of what he was about to do, but he decided that he wanted to do it anyways. After embracing her for a couple more seconds, he swiftly yanked the knife that he had strapped on her arm earlier from it sheath and started quickly walking towards the dorms. “Which room was his again?” He asked casually as he twirled the knife in-between his fingers.

TAGGED: Amanda
WORD COUNT: 185ish
NOTES: Sorry, couldn’t think of much to say D:

[amanda katrina tumlin]

why should i care cuz you weren't there,

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amanda wasn't sure why he was explaining himself, cause right now she didn't care. actually she rarely cared about his random outbursts, as long as he didn't get violent with her. which usually didn't happen, until this morning but she wasn't going to think about that right now. she didn't want to think about that right now, and well when he pulled her towards him, she didn't make a move to stop him.

she hated this feeling of being useless, but being close to adrian and feeling like someone cared. well it was better than anything else she could think of. but when he let go and took the knife, she knew what he was going to do, and it made her stare at him with wide eyes. she grabbed his hand and shook her head over and over. "adrian don't," she wasn't sure she wanted adrian to go after alex. it would be nice, for alex to have pay back of some sorts, but she couldn't let him go to alex, and risk something bad happen. or risk alex saying something and him getting thrown into iso again. "don't do this please," she pleaded with him.

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words: words go here
outfit: here
tags: wolf with adrian
notes: she doesn't want him to go
music: losing grip by avril lavigne
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c:

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[adrian william miller]

First Adrian was going to cut off Alex’s fingers, then his lips, then maybe his penis if he was still conscious. Suddenly he felt Amanda grab his wrist and he whipped around, eyes ablaze. “What!” He yelled, wanting to go maul Alex. Amanda’s eyes melted his a bit and he lowered the knife. “Fine!” He spat out, thrusting the knife into her hands. “Can’t I at least pluck his eyes balls out or something…”

Adrian turned and punched the three beside him, causing the skin on his knuckles to break and blood started dripping out. “I hate that guy so much though!” He whined, before turning back to Amanda. “Did he… Please tell me he didn’t… Did he?” He asked while flicking his eyes downwards, hoping she got what he was trying to say.

TAGGED: Amanda
WORD COUNT: 130ish
NOTES: Holy crappy post, Batman

[amanda katrina tumlin]

why should i care cuz you weren't there,

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amanda flinched slightly when he yelled, she wasn't used to seeing adrian like this. she didn't want to see him like this, which meant she should of kept her little trap shut about what happened. she hadn't even told him the worst part, just that he kissed her neck, and well the way he reacted. well it was the reason she hadn't told hope, and hope would understand. but no, adrian's reaction gave her the answer she needed, that she had to keep her mouth shut. then he asked a stupid question and trying to contain her laughter she snorted slightly, "no. because. well i don't know why. but no you can't."

she pocked the knife, cause at least he wouldn't go in her pocket, or well she hoped. if he did she'd just knee him in the balls and walk away. she backed up as his fist hit the tree then she moved closer and shook her head. she didn't care that she was lying, as long as she protected the feelings of those she cared about. "no..he..he didn't." she took his hand in hers and examined it, the bleeding was bad. "we need to stop the bleeding. take off your shirt," her voice was neutral and she just wanted to stop the bleeding, and that required his shirt fabric. "you should also go to the infirmary. but its not necessary."

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you need to listen i'm starting to trip,

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words: two hundred and forty five
outfit: here
tags: wolf with adrian
notes: so is mine
music: losing grip by avril lavigne
credit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c:

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