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Post by mason alexander garner on Jul 14, 2011 2:57:59 GMT -5
  
the dorm room with the numbers two hundred and four plastered on the door, was a rather silent dorm at the moment being that mason was the only one that occupied it. he wasn't sure why he signed up to live in a dorm with two other guys rather than just get a single dorm, but he managed to be swayed into it by his mother. she wanted to make sure that someone had an eye on him even when the staff and teachers weren't watching him. the truth was that no one could really stop mason from feeling like he was a mistake and from his mood swaying. no one could change mason only mason could change mason and anyone with half a brain could tell you those were cold hard facts, but he loved his mother and despite trying to spill his blood on his floor after of course spilling his fathers blood in self defense mason alexander garner agreed to attend this school that his mother found for the troubled youth. the idea of being locked behind closed gates with security watching him and other students with troubles had him highly amused. no one in this place could watch everyone at every given second. it was highly unrealistic and he was sure people would act the way they wanted regardless, but he was here and he was hoping this place would some how give him the answers he needed, because a cure was impossible in his opinion. you can't fix someone that is not how life was brought about on this planet.
being cooped up in a room for the last week or so mason grew tired. the majority of his time was spent in his bed with the night replaying in his head over and over again. it was suggest he go and attempt to talk to the therapist, but that thought just made him angry. he didn't have any sharp objects in here to end i all, and well suicide though he thought of it often it pained him more knowing that his mother and sister would have yet another loss. their father and or husband was an absolute ass, but he was still blood and at one time the love of his mothers life. it was funny how things fell short when someones true colors came out. he had managed to crawl out of bed for showers and food, but he had reported to his room again post those moments.
the guy was supposed to be making friends at his new school, but it kind of feared him to kind of get to know the people here. though he was in the same boat as most of them he didn't want to have to answer their questions or say too much and make himself uncomfy, but saying too little can really bring suspicious eyes in his direction and he hate when people looked at him in such ways. who wouldn't? he was crazy, but h had been through a lot. harrasment, confusion, controling moments, and moments where he had to fake it all, but now that the past was behind him he really didn't know how to define the future or himself. he was kind of a like a lost puppy in such a big world. sure, that may make him weak in many's eyes, but it was his life and he'd come to terms with it eventually.
exploring a bit outdoors he decided to venture into the halls of the school itself. they were silent and completely perfect for just kind of chilling in. though he could do that in his room he figured maybe someone might walk through and he might get a chance to make a bit of contact with someone, because while he wasn't fond of it at the moment a simple hello might do him some good. possibly snap him into the reality that this place would not be so bad after all once you kind of ventured off a little. he had brought his keys, his phone, his wallet, his journal, and a pen. the journal was his own personal way of dealing wih his problems. paper didn't judge you it just heald your words forever and unless someone got ahold of you then they would actually keep one's secrets.
today....he managed to write that across the paper before leaning his head into the locker he sunk down to write. today he what? he went for a walk that was such a clever thing to put in a journal. he shut his eyes as his journal ly open in his lap letting his thoughts consume him again. he was sixteen, oh so young, and he felt oh so ruined. sure, he wasn't the only sixteen in the world to feel this way and he probably wasn't the only sixteen year old that killed their father in self defense, but he felt so alone and so broken. he felt invisible even to himself as he took up space in the hall of hawthorne high. his phone went off and the hall filled with acdc's hells bells. yeah, it was probably typical to most, but he was into all kinds of different music it just so happened that this sone happened to be one of his favorites. he let hells bells call and then subside as silence filled the halls he also let the lonliness sink in, but someone didn't see him as alone...someone was their all along in the halls amongst him.
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M U S I C * yourmuse ;;the silence
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Post by florencia erin reiner on Jul 17, 2011 9:55:18 GMT -5
 school was out, so why was flo in the hallways, that was a good question. she had no reasons to being in the hallway, just trying to keep moving. summer was off doing summer things, and zofia was off on vacation. which was lucky her, not that flo hadn't enjoyed herself since coming back. actually, she was overly excited for being back, especailly after meeting mason. this was the greatest vacation of all time.
so she was moving, trying to keep herself from her thoughts.she failed, because as she moved through the school, the thoughts she was escaping came right to her. 'summer's not in the room cause she doesn't want to hang out with you,' she thought to herself. was that true, no it couldn't be. 'mason doesn't like you either.' that was when the tears came, of course no one likes her. she knew this, knew all of this, but it didn't mean she didn't hope for something else. for someone to walk up and whisk her away to happiness. that was her dream, and so far it hasn't came true.
letting the tears fall, she closed her eyes and wiped them. 'oh god. i can't believe i got so fooled...how could i believe mason liked me...i'm so stupid...no one can like me. i'm so fat and gross and ugly.' shaking her head at her stupidity she continued to walk, wondering why mason would lead her on like that. he seemed so nice and sweet and caring. maybe that was all a front? maybe he really just has some selfish reason to be doing this.
the next thing she heard was someone's phone going off, and she jumped almost scared out of her mind. she didn't realize anyone else was around her, and that's when her eyes landed on mason. she wasn't sure if she should walk over and say something, or hide. she decided to walk over and did just that. her makeup was smudged, and her eyes puffy. but if he kept hanging out with her after he see's this, that must mean he cares? 'no cause he's going to bail.' she fought to keep the tears away again, and forced a smile on her face as she grew closer. "h.hi mason," she said, praying he won't blow her off. 'oh maybe he doesn't like me...'
words: four hundred and fourteen
outfit:here
tags: janet with mason
notes:awwww she so saddd :c
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Post by mason alexander garner on Jul 19, 2011 20:14:19 GMT -5
mason alexander garner, came here just in time to not have to go to classes. he liked being able to kind of just wonder around and not do a thing, but well his mood about being here wasn’t too bad at the time. he didn’t have roommate which was amusing to him, because he was suppose to have one so he wouldn’t try to kill himself again. no one would have noticed if he had, but he couldn’t do that to his mother or his sister. the life being ended would be purely selfish now, and well his father had been selfish and well he didn’t want to be anything like his father. though the man was dead mason couldn’t be happier that he was out of his life. he had lost touch with himself. he had experimented and done things he wanted to do but mason was kind of starting over and finding himself. he dropped most of his sports well except pitching, because he liked america’s pass time and playing the game it was the one sport his father did not have to push him into doing.
so she was moving, trying to keep herself from her thoughts.she failed, because as she moved through the school, the thoughts she was escaping came right to her. 'summer's not in the room cause she doesn't want to hang out with you,' she thought to herself. was that true, no it couldn't be. 'mason doesn't like you either.' that was when the tears came, of course no one likes her. she knew this, knew all of this, but it didn't mean she didn't hope for something else. for someone to walk up and whisk her away to happiness. that was her dream, and so far it hasn't came true.
the hawthorne high school had a chat room that kept him kind of in the loop and it was nice, because he got to talk to the other people that were around this school. one in particular was just beautiful online and in person apparently her name was florencia reiner, but she went by flo because she didn’t like the name fllorencia. he was cool with that whatever she went by he was taken aback by here and she seemed to like him. he couldnt’ believe it because honestly he did not think he was anything special, because he kind of found himself to be kind of cheesy and boring. the two had cooked together which was fun, but his personality was nothing compared to hers. she had a cute little dog named Nola which he took a liking too. he liked animals and did not know that they were allowed to bring them here which was interesting to him. she seemed like she kept flo entertained. he didn’t know what she was here for, but he didn’t really want to push it. if she wanted him to know she would tell him. mason did want to tell her about his father and all of it, but that would come in due time, because they had only just met and he got a date with her and a kiss and he really liked her and he didn’t want to scare her away, but hiding things never worked out.
mason’s motives with florencia were pure. he hadn’t had a relationship relationship in some time. he had seen both males and females, but he had never really tried the romance part in some time or felt it and well she made him smile. she was cute and kind of tiny and he could wait on all the other stuff. he didn’t need it to keep him going. sure he was a teenage boy, but it would do him good to slow down. his world hadn’t ended and though he thought about it sometimes it wouldn’t kill him to pass off without being considered a man whore. the brunette girl she seemed perfect for this lunch dates...walking her dog...getting to know her would be purely innocent and he liked that part the most.
he shut his phone off instantly when he found it to be disruptive to his writing. the school, is not so bad..there are people here that are rather disturbing, but there are other people that seem rather nice. i met this girl her name is florencia reiner. well flo...she hates the name florencia. either way she is beautiful beyond belief. my mother wouldn’t believe it...and my sister would be happy for me. i miss them terribly, but pursuing whatever it is between the two of is on my mind in a heavy manner. alright i am rambling. the door she hides behind is two fourteen, but she the door opens just find exposing a pretty picture of a petite brunette young lady and her cute little puppy and her oh so funny yet crazy roommate. she is welcoming and her company excites me immensely. i can’t help but get distracted when she is around. the girl is absolutely beautiful.... and then he heard her voice and smiled looking up. but she head a tear stained face and he instantly stood up and he looked at her with worry in his eyes. ”flo what is wrong?” he asked her as a natural reaction his hand went to her face and wiped away a small damp area off of her cheek. he wanted to pull her into a hug, but he didn’t know how fragile the moment was and he didn’t want to further upset her, so there the boy stood in front of her waiting for an answer and hoping that it was nothing he had done.
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M U S I C * yourmuse ;;the silence
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Post by florencia erin reiner on Jul 22, 2011 15:16:24 GMT -5
alex. that was the boys name who put these ideas in her head. who made flo believe that she was worthless. not that she didn't already feel worthless, but he made it worse, adding to the fact that her ex-boyfriend used her for sex. well, there goes any relationship flo might of ever had. she couldn't even stand here near mason without wanting to curl in a ball and hide. though the moment his fingers touched her cheek, butterflies began to form in her stomach, her eyes widened and a small smile spread on her lips. then she remembered alex's words, the words that repeated over and over in her head. 'he only wants you for one thing,' and automatically she backed up. yes she lost her virginity, yes she had to admit sex was good but she wanted something more.
she thought she could have that with mason, but alex could be right. maybe sex is all guys think about, maybe they were unable to feel love. 'no don't think that. how could mason be like that?' she didn't know, and at first she didn't believe alex, but more and more what he said made sense and more and more she became hurt and sad inside."its..its nothing," she managed, turning her head away from him and staring at the ground. why did all guys have to be like alex said, why couldn't there be one guy in the whole world who really cared, and why couldn't that guy be mason? but as she kept on thinking about it and staring at the ground, she decided maybe it wasn't important. everyone had to find out someday, that all they though was lies. maybe it was good she found out early, she'd stop looking for a perfect fairy-tale and just stick with what she could find. mason was that. but he was her fairy-tale, just she couldn't help think otherwise.
and with that thought,, she stepped closer to mason and gave a soft smile. she was trying to go back to the flo that mason knew, and not be the sad mopey flo that was in front of him now. "it's really nothing i promise," she said softly, though her eyes still held tears and her body still ached from the feelings of self distaste. "can..can we just go do something? i need to get my mind off of..um stuff." she hadn't been able to tell him why she was here, it was too much trouble for her. she was too afraid that he'll think she was a freak and want nothing to do with her, so she kept it all too herself. no one other than her family knew of that, and that was how she planned to keep it. not even summer or zofia knew, and they were her closest friends here, she just couldn't help feel that they would all hate her.
words: five hundred and six
outfit: here
tags: janet with mason
notes: none
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Post by mason alexander garner on Jul 23, 2011 12:57:16 GMT -5
alexander james cavalier was just one of those big assholes who had to make an example out of men to kind of feel better about himself, but aslo he was using flo, because he didn’t want to just pick on victoria jean only he had to find someone else to kind of make a model of. see there were some guys out there that could do without sexual relations and mason well he had his fair share of sexual experiences, but he wasn’t a sex crazed animal or anything like that and he wasn’t expecting anything from flo. when the smile crossed her lips a smile crossed his face was well. he liked it when she smiled it was one of the most beautiful things that he saw more recently. well, she was one of the most beautiful girls he saw ever, but he didn’t want to kill her smile by sounding like a complete cheese ball or anything like that so he kept that simple fact to himself for the time being. then she shied away and back away from him a bit and he raised a brow. had he done something wrong? was it something he said? his heart and mind began to race for answers, because he really liked this girl but she was acting rather strange. ”flo, is everything alright?’ he asked letting his hand slowly sink back and pushed it into his pocket to resist the urge of reaching out again and well making her uncomfortable, because she seemed rather upset about something and he did not want to be the one to push it any further.
mason stood there and read into her body language her sought into her silence. when she spoke and said nothing he was hurt that she was kind of lying to him. in the last moments, days, hours, minutes, seconds, one of those time holding pieces the girl had change her mind about him he was sure of it. it kind of pained him but he understood. if she didn’t like him like that alls she had to do was tell them the truth and the two of them could be friends and not put any strain on that. ”if you don’t want to talk about it its okay flo, but there is obviously something going on...I wasn’t born yesterday.” he said in a rather depressed kind of tone and he crouched down picking up his stuff. he put his notebook, phone, and ipod away in his backpack. everybody lied and this was her lying point...if it had to do with something about her disorder he would understand, but he knew it was him, because well people mostly girls would do this to him back home. he never really had a steady relationship with a girl for a long period of time ever if that. he stood up and he put one strap over his shoulder looking back at the girl so much for his little romantic biddings. ”sorry that was rude its okay you don’t have to tell me.” he said flashing a smile pretending he was okay so it didn’t further upset her, but he was slowly growing miserable about the matter and his mind was running a mile a minute with negative connotations. she’s too pretty for you, maybe your dad was right sports get the girls, she knows you killed your father, give up buddy its never going to happen anyways. stuff like that was circulating through his mind.
then she stepped to him again he was oh so confused! his heard kind of raised a little though and small smile crept up on his lips, because he really did genuinely like the girl and he liked being close to her. kissing, holding hands, talking, any of that.... when she said she promised he kind of well buried the disappointment because it wasn’t just nothing and she had promised. he hated when people would make promises that weren’t truthful his dad use to do that with him and he thought it was different with flo. sure she wasn’t trying to control his life and every move, but it was still untruthful. he saw the tears in her eyes and when she asked if they could just go do something he had half the mind to tell her no and half the mind to tell her yes. when she said she wanted to get her mind of um stuff he wondered what stuff meant. it echoed in his head driving him insane. ”yeah, sure lets go to... let’s make a stop by the art room...i want to get a sketchpad and a pencil.” he said and smiled her direction. he was going to draw her art let him release some of his negative energy in a positive way. when the pencil moved across the paper and ended up showing such beauty at the end mason would find himself feeling a lot better.
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Post by florencia erin reiner on Jul 28, 2011 13:20:20 GMT -5
florencia erin reiner had no clue what to do, she wanted to just hug him and tell him all her doubts and insecurities. she has had the urge more than once to tell him about her cutting, her family, her bulimia and her personality disorder. she wanted to tell him everything about her, but she kept it to herself, never finding the right moment to say something, not having enough energy to try and force it out. but she didn't want to screw up he relationship with mason, even if sex was all he wanted, she was glad he wanted something out of her. being used was better than not having anyone at all. that was her opinion on a lot of things, she could care little about what mason wanted to do with her.
cringing at his next words she closed her eyes and frowned. she didn't want him mad at her, she didn't want to lie to him. "i'm sorry. i want to tell you so bad," she managed before looking up at him. "its just a long story and its hard for me to tell it." she gave him a small smile, one she hoped was reassuring. she gave him a shake of her head, but didn't say anything. she needed that, that push from him. maybe he did care, and maybe she wasn't as bad as she thought she was. that was when a real smile danced on her lips, "i'll tell you when i can. i promise." she kissed his cheek softly before wiping the remains of her tears away. "i probably look a mess," she said with a slight frown before sighing.
when he mentioned the art room her smile grew, her mother was an artist. her mother made her a picture, of her and ash when they were little. gave it to her before she left, telling flo there was no point in being in maine, if both her daughters were back in florida. and she understood that then, she took the picture and it was now hanging next to her bed. "i'd like to go to the art room with you." she said. "i haven't told you yet, but my mom. she liked to paint and sketch and well do anything really. she was..i mean is an amazing woman." she knew that it sounded like her mother was dead, but well to flo she was. she hadn't talked to her mom since the day she left hawthorne, and she didn't expect to anytime soon. sighing she started to walk and looked over at mason, "afterwards can we go eat?" she was starving, she needed something to fill the void that was now her heart. thinking about her mother, it just made her want to puke and she didn't want to puke without eating. it'll hurt too much and she didn't like that much pain.
words: four hundred ninty seven
outfit: here
tags: janet with mason
notes: none
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Post by mason alexander garner on Aug 3, 2011 21:28:12 GMT -5
the sudden change of heart really puzzled him. she was oh so sad and well he did not mind seeing the sad side of the girl, but the thing was he much rather see the happier side of miss florenica erin, because he liked the bright white smile flashing across her face and that sparkle her eye. she truly made him forget about his family and all the troubles that he had to deal with in reality. though he was not using her for that purpose. she was the first girl he had seen or spoken to in a long time with sudden interest. sure he was not a stranger to the female and he preferred them, but he had more experience when it came to men? though that was not a detail he flaunted, because it tended to kind of get him in bad situations. his father did not approve of it and well it landed him dead and mason here. though soon enough he was going to have to tell her, because he tended to shut people out for periods of time when it came to thinking back on his normal life. some would say he was dramatic like a little girl, but he just felt that he was being real. he felt hopeless and useless to other beings including himself. he didn’t want to screw anything up with her though. he liked feeling comfy and excited and this nervous feeling it was different. he wasn’t looking for anything like what alexander james cavalier, was letting on. what guy didn’t like sexual relations, but his intent was a relationship.
the fact that he made her cringe made him feel like shit. he felt like his father...though he would never lay a hand on someone in a negative matter. he shut his eyes and tried to relax though he was tense and he felt like such a jerk. he opened them when she started to explain and apologize and he put a finger up to her lips after she said it was hard for her to tell him and the small smile pushed forth. she would tell him on her time. he lightly moved his lips closer to hers and planted a small kiss on her. ”its okay flo, i understand when you’re ready though...you can tell me and if it hurts you don’t have too no pressure alright?” he said leaning his forehead on hers looking into her eyes. ”you probably look...” he moved his head away to and laced his fingers in hers. ”...just fine to some guy named mason...but what does he know?” he taunted so he could turn that frown upside down. she didn’t look bad at all. sure she had tear stains and her nose was a little red...she looked cute to him regardless.
though art seemed to draw and interest to the girl. he had no clue why, but he loved being an artist it showed a lot of emotion and it was just perfect to him. he could tell a story with what he drew and he did not want to toot his own horn, but his art was rather good. he entered competitions back home and it was a true passion to him though his dad use to put him down and face him in the path of sports. it was hard to make a living being an artist. awesome he said when she said she would like that and then she went on to tell him that her mother was an artist. that was appealing to him. it meant that maybe she had an eye for good art and she’d give him an honest opinion. ”takes an amazing woman to make an amazing woman..” he said letting a ’sly’
[/b] yet not so sly compliment that was supposed to be a thought slip. ”I mean...i like sketching...paintings not something im fantastic at but I can tryyy.” he said as he began to blush, because he kind of barely knew her, but he found her to be rather amazing and it was an honest comment/opinion he shared with people. ”after yes we can go eat.” he said smiling at her. ”i make a killer sandwich i hear, but if the lady is tired of them i make plenty other killer dishes...figuratively speaking.” he said looking back over at her with a wink. . [/size][/blockquote] [/center] W O R D S * noofwords ;;seven thirtyT H O U G H T S * hi gabby:);;
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Post by florencia erin reiner on Aug 5, 2011 10:06:42 GMT -5
florencia had only had two relationships, in her whole entire life. both hadn't been good for her, or her self-esteem, and well the first time she ever thought she had someone who cared for her, he only used her for sex. the same thing alex said mason was going to do, because all guys did it. that relationship was a recent relationship, that sent flo looking for some way to feel connected to someone for just a small bit of time. which was how she ended up in her second ever relationship, that based only on sex. then she was sent here, and then there was mason, sweet and caring mason. he cooked pizza with her, spoiled the crap out of her dog and just took her on cute tiny dates. they weren't official, but she enjoyed his company, that was why it hit so hard. the thought of him using her and tossing her away, she didn't want that. because she wouldn't be able to handle that, it would be too much for her. to see him everyday, to know he never really cared, it would hurt her enough to make her harm herself. something she always hated doing out of fear of dying, but still did when the pain was just too much.
she nodded at his next words, happy he wasn't mad anymore and just glad to be standing here with him. even if she looked like crap with her smudged makeup. even if he really did want her only for sex. even if all of that was true, she still enjoyed his company and was glad she could at least fix the small part that was her own fault. she wold be happy to let him in when she knew it was real, and that doubt that she wasn't good enough for him was able to disappear. she'd tell him about alex, and her past and her problem. until then she needed to forget about alex, and just be happy with mason for just a few minutes, to softly kiss him, she could stay like that for hours and be content with herself and life. his next words made a soft blush rise to her cheeks and she couldn't help shake her head lightly. "i think this guy named mason knows a lot," she said, letting him take her hand before kissing his cheek. "this guy is very smart if you ask me."
art was something she was born around, her mom had painted and sketched. but she was always busy when the girls were children, she didn't do much of it. flo had always wondered if she continued to do it after the girls were taken, her father had pretty much kept the girls away from their mother, until florencia found her, and reconnected. then she ended up having a million paintings and sketches of herself and ash.it was nice, but ash never wanted to share in flo's joy, and she was fine with that. then his next words caused her blush to deepen and she couldn't help smile at him. "i think anything you try would be just perfect for me," she said honestly. when he said they could eat, she was relieved, she was starving and she could eat a horse right about now. well if she wouldn't of felt bad afterwards. "i don't know if i want to die today," she said with a soft laugh. "i think we have eaten enough sandwhiches to last us awhile." not that she didn't love mason's sandwhiches, or anything but she wanted something sweet, maybe cheesy. she really had no clue what she wanted at all, just that she wanted food.
words: six hundred and thirty three
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tags: janet with mason
notes: none
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Post by mason alexander garner on Aug 9, 2011 3:02:09 GMT -5
mason alexander, was a relaxed kind of dude trying to find himself in the midst of all the crazy he he been through in his life. being sweet to a woman as beautiful as flo came naturally fun came naturally with her and it was a buidling block in the right direction. he was not sad when he saw her, but happy he didn't think of having to please anyone or protect her from anything though he didn't know her story yet and he didn't feel like he wanted to die when he was around her. if that was a bad thing then someone should explain to him why because he was a blind fool if it was. this flo thing was going slow, because he was nervous not because he wanted to have sex with her. he would make that meaningful when he did. though she was older and if she somehow like tried to get in his pants he was a teen boy he wasn't sure how he'd be able to hold out, because he had never had sex with a girl, but he would try becaues his mama taught him better then that. he didn't know her history with relationships alls he knew was that she was nice and sweet and liked to be gooshy, which he didn't mind because it was cute and made him happy, but he knew he wanted her and his aim well was targeted in a rather perfect matter, because she stuck around.
"i hear he's very smart...trying to win over some girl named flo, but thats all in planning she'll love it." he said and he leaned up kissing her forehead. mason, knew how he was going to ask flo out already he was going to send her on a hunt for him. see the first obstacle of the hunt was going to be loggin on to chat...then the next part was in the kitchen...see she was going to have to find her clue in one of her favorite pizza ingrediants..then she was going to have to go to the lake and find the star with her name on it...and there was going to be more, but he had to plan more, because he wanted it to be super perfect and awesome and for her to mush over it and it was all part of the plan. he had summer to help and nola, but he had to get a lot more idea out of the girl fom getting to know her better and get to talk to her more.
art was something she was born around, her mom had painted and sketched. but she was always busy when the girls were children, she didn't do much of it. flo had always wondered if she continued to do it after the girls were taken, her father had pretty much kept the girls away from their mother, until florencia found her, and reconnected. then she ended up having a million paintings and sketches of herself and ash.it was nice, but ash never wanted to share in flo's joy, and she was fine with that. then his next words caused her blush to deepen and she couldn't help smile at him. "i think anything you try would be just perfect for me," she said honestly. when he said they could eat, she was relieved, she was starving and she could eat a horse right about now. well if she wouldn't of felt bad afterwards. "i don't know if i want to die today," she said with a soft laugh. "i think we have eaten enough sandwhiches to last us awhile." not that she didn't love mason's sandwhiches, or anything but she wanted something sweet, maybe cheesy. she really had no clue what she wanted at all, just that she wanted food.
art was something his father shunned him for. he did not like nor approve of it. mason was not allowed to really do too much with art, because his father didn’t exactly approve of him doing it and wanting to perfect it, because he wanted him to become a pro baseball player, and though it was the one sport he liked and enjoyed to play, mason did not want that for himself it was just something fun to pass the time and take part in. an experience if you will. he smiled when she blushed and then said anything he tried was amazing. he was glad that she got that from him, because he was trying hard, but then it came so easy to him. ”...hmm really what about this..?” he asked stopping stepping behind her and wrapping his arms around her. ”lets walk like this it feels kind of perfect you just in my arms..” he said just so she didn’t think he was being some perv boy, but he also thought it would be amusing for them to try and walk like that, because well it would end up in a waddle and he was okay with that, because it would be fun and pry make them laugh and what not. when she said she had enough sandwiches he nodded that was understandable. ”make our famous pizza again your recipe?” he asked raising a brow smiling at her. he was down for that it sounded so good.
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Post by florencia erin reiner on Aug 10, 2011 12:22:48 GMT -5
florencia was relatively happy around mason, or well as happy as she could get. usually she was able to forget about the small things and just be happy until she was away from him and the doubts came back. she knew she was a horrible person, knew she was fat and ugly and just plain selfish. all those thoughts consumed her, even though she was super skinny, majorly beautiful and well the most unselfish person on earth. she'd stop and give a homeless person money, even if they were only going to buy alcohol. at least she helped, because shed feel horrible letting that person starve if they were really getting food with it. but still even then she'd feel selfish because she did it to make herself not feel horrible, but she just cared and she didn't like seeing people like that.
this joking around with mason made her feel ten times better about herself, and well she felt special and that made her want to be gushy and cute. times like these, she felt like mason really enjoyed her company and that alex was a liar, which everyone but her knew and believed. she bit down on her lip as she wondered what he had in store for her, and now she was super curious and she wanted to pull him close and beg to know. "i heard he won that girl flo over along time ago," she said with a small smile as she bumped her hip into his. that was the truth, she was won over the moment he was nice to her. she liked having late night snacks with him, or what was more like late night binging for her. even though she was happy with him, after eating she still felt fat and she had to get rid of the food as fast as she could before mason could notice. so she excused herself after every meal and made a bee line to the bathroom to puke it all back up. after she was able to relax and be happy again and just joke around and be kind of mushy like she liked to be.
flo couldn't help but giggle when he stopped and wrapped his arms around her. no thoughts of him being a perv came to her mind, she just thought it was kind of funny and made her want to giggle and turn around and kiss him. she felt a small blush rise when he said it felt perfect with her wrapped in his arms. "well i think its perfect just being in your arms." she knew this was going to fail horribly and she was going to feel like a big idiot, but at least she wasn't doing it alone. "our fabulous pizza sounds good," she said, as she started to walk, laughter starting to escape her lips as she did so.
words: four hundred eight seven
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tags: janet with mason
notes: haha the pizza was spinich, pinapple, chicken, ham, and tomato right?
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Post by mason alexander garner on Aug 13, 2011 6:55:44 GMT -5
mason really did not know about the other side of flo, because he had not seen the other side of her the side that hated herself well not hated, but though all these relatively negative thoughts and such. he wouldn’t think it was fake or anything, but he would be thoroughly concerned about her. he never fully understood how someone could well that was not completely true, maybe he would understand her better than anyone. she was trying to make herself feel better, but doing something she thought would make others happy and she’d be fine in the end and wasn’t that what he had done made his dad happy and pretended to be until of course it came to him breaking and his father dead? that result would not be good. he would not want to see florenica dead. it was early in the game, but he really did care about her. maybe it was like a first sight, but it could grow to be something more this he was sure of. she seemed like a really nice girl and to him this meant that she was beautiful inside and outside so if he found out she was harming her insides mason would kindly help her out and get her to stop because he was mr. niceguy.
the whole alex thing well if he found out about it he would be curious to know why she was feeding into that male and his lies? if mason didn’t want flo he certainly would not be trying to keep her affections and attention. he wasn’t a heartless asshole like the rest of the guys played out to be. he knew what having a heart meant and well he didn’t use people for sex though he liked the idea of it... whe she made her little statement about her being won over and bumped him he only smirked. ”Oh really, but I have something that will make her go absolutely crazy...” he said in all honesty it was the cutest possible thing that the guy could think of. he really did have something awesome up his sleeve. ”i mean she’ll probably go insane with suspense in the mean time, but I am sure she will survive.” he said his bright white smile showing now. he wasn’t trying to make her suffer or anything like that he just needed more information on how this was going to go down so he got it just right. each time he saw her he gathered little pieces together so it would be absolutely perfect. mason liked how they could go eat together and converse, but he had been oblivious to the fact that she was puking it all up afterwards. he trusted her not to be the kind of girl that hurt herself if that made sense? he didn’t find her to be the type frankly...
mason alexander began to laugh when she did, because he knew how silly this was going to possibly look, but it did not matter, because the only opinion that counted to the guy right now happened to be flo’s and she seemed rather fin with it. she did not tense up in his arms and tell him to cut it out so it was going to work rather lovely. that response made him blush a little behind her. ”good” he said softly tucking some hair back and leaned over kissing her cheek as they began to waddle out of the hall. it felt nice even if it looked like they were penguins. ”pizza ala flo it is then..don’t know, but hey it has a pretty nice ring to it.” he said with a small snicker. what is so funny?” he asked as she laughed at their walking skills. ”we got this.” he said and laughed as well of course he had been kidding with the question.
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Post by florencia erin reiner on Aug 17, 2011 4:05:06 GMT -5
who says you're the only one that's hurtin'?, [/size] ( TRUST ME THAT'S THE PRICE OF BEAUTY)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] florencia was never one to speak about her feelings, hell sometimes she hated to think about them. but she did, often, and she always rolled around different reasons of why she turned out the way she did. was it because of being taken from her mom. or was it more the fact that ash got whatever she wanted, when she had to beg to get the things she needed. usually she blamed the latter, but the more she thought about it, well the more it seemed to be a mixture of both. she didn't like the friendly reminder, so she decided to usually not think about it.
it was like the petite brunette to let her insecurities about herself, lead to her believing someone she hardly knew. she didn't think she deserved love, cause she was a selfish selfish person. even though she constantly did things to spare other people's feelings, and to protect those she loves. just it seemed like lying or keeping things a secret, well it made her feel horrible. even if she was only think about it with pure thoughts. her eye brows quirked when he mentioned it was something that would make her go crazy and even insane with anticipation. "i heard she was already insane, so keeping her waiting might not be a good idea," she joked, trying to make light of her insanity. maybe it'll make her feel less, insane? cause well she wasn't insane, just misunderstood? no maybe more like she just didn't understand herself or the world around her well enough to get herself. so pretty much she was misunderstood. just not misunderstood by everyone else, but by herself.
she couldn't help but laugh even harder when he asked what was funny. the question should of been what wasn't funny as they continued their walk, with random spouts of giggles from the petite brunette as the finally made it to the art room door. she pulled away from him, feeling kind of bad when she did. it felt good to be in his arms, and well she felt like someone cared. which was usually all flo needed to be happy, at least for the short period of times the brunette could be happy. she opened the door, "we can't carry things like that. we'd drop it." she said with a smile as she walked in the door. this was once her mother's classroom, last year before she decided the settled life wasn't for her. she remembered coming in here, just to get away and be with her mother. ash didn't like it, but it seemed empty and different without her mom and the tears started pouring again. "sorry," she said, wiping them, and letting her hair hide her face. she hadn't expected to react like this, and it seemed pointless. she needed to find her mother's number and call her, maybe the pain would go away for once. maybe not. "its just. my mom teached here last year. and um..i'd come in here a lot," she said, the tears falling faster as she spoke the words. it was like someone turned on a faucet, but it was just tears, no sobbing or anything. which made her feel a little bit better. she didn't need to start sobbing and lose her breath or something. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by mason alexander garner on Aug 20, 2011 5:50:30 GMT -5
parents and genetics had a lot to do with how you shaped yourself and then society was the other half of it. mason could vouch for that. it was a nature nurture cycle and it started at birth and continued throughout time until you were old enough to really comprehend stuff and when you did sometimes you might learn you were living your parents life or they were slowly failing you. either way the two were kind of two of the same in the sense, but they hadn't really talked about it too much. which they should. he really did like her, but he wanted to know her on a more personal level as well besides the fact she was fun, beautiful, and more than he could possibly dream of.
the insanity statement only made him shake his head just a bit. he just chuckled at it slightly and kept it in faking a zipper across his lips. i was sworn to secrecy, so insanity or not you will just have to wait to see it, but soon i promise soon." and he usually did hold to his word, because he didn't like going back on it like a flake that was not his style whatsoever. "so besides going insane, because of me i think we should play like twenty one questions as we hang out...i like you, but it'll help us get to know each other that much more, and you can ask me anything BUT about my plan." he said throwing that out there, because she wasn't allowed to know about the plan and well with the questions she could have worked around that. "sound good?" he asked her hoping she'd like the idea, because he surely thought it was rather brilliant in the process of getting more familiar with the girl that he would soon make his!
flo so did not answer him but only laughed at his question as they walked like this. he knew it was a hard question to take seriously and he understood. though it felt nice to just have her and hold her with no interruption. not that he didn't love her dog or her friends weren't cool but alone time was much needed and he was just getting more of it. they made it to the classroom and she slid out of his arms, but he wasn't letting her off that easily following her in there, but then the water works started again and she was apologizing. he shook his head some. don't be sorry." he said and then listened to her explain that her mother had worked here in this class and well he did't know much about her parents, but he could tell she missed her mom that much was clear. he pulled her into an embrace and kissed her forehead. if you want to leave i understand we don't have to get art supplies and i can just hold you and we can talk." he said tucking some hair behind her ear letting her know he was okay without doing the whole art thing and he only wanted to make her feel better.
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Post by florencia erin reiner on Aug 21, 2011 15:39:52 GMT -5
who says you're the only one that's hurtin'?, [/size] ( TRUST ME THAT'S THE PRICE OF BEAUTY)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] flo really wanted to get to know mason more, cause he was cute and he honestly made her smile. deep down she knew he didn't want her just for sex, cause he would of already left her. cause she didn't plan on having sex anymore, it screwed more with her head then she needed right now. it was possibly the reason she wanted to come back, not just for her friends but because she knew she was getting worse. and the people who she knew could help and care, were here. which was summer. her best friend and the only person who knew of her bulimia, other than the school staff. she decided that she would tell mason maybe the next time they eat and she feels gross.
she sighed dramatically, "in that case i won't ask again." she couldn't help but think what the surprise is. she hoped it was something fun, and that she'd do and wear the right thing. or not make a full of herself before then so he changes his mind. she listened to him and frowned, but then smiled. it was good, cause she wouldn't lie and they could get to know each other better. "aww darn that was so my first question," she smiled at him. "
flo let her head rest against his shoulder when he embraced her, but she really didn't want to be sad. she had to get over it, because she wanted mason to get his art supplies, and she shook her head. "no let's get you those supplies. then we can eat and you can do your art thing and we can talk." she forced a small smile, "cause i really want you to be happy too. and i can live with staying here a few more minutes." she wiped her tears away and pulled away from him, "i can handle it...it was just a not so friendly reminder. i didn't expect to be sad...or cry." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by mason alexander garner on Aug 26, 2011 5:49:50 GMT -5
mason, was never really a believer or to fond in meeting someone and liking them, but florencia well she changed his mind. she had this light about her and well he was constantly wearing a smile when he was around, her but he did have his doubts, because well he wasn’t the most interesting person out there. in fact he could be rather boring, and he partially wished she would just use him for sex, and be done with him, because a girl like her with a freak like him well it didn’t all mesh up...well to him anyways, but he didn’t want to seem like so unsure of himself. his insecurties would be hidden on the inside and that was that. he really didn’t know what her problem was she seemed a bit skinny, but well he’d have to look into it or wait for her to trust him enough to tell him what she was here for, because that would be the more sensible thing to do. let her come to him.
he smirked at her dramatic sigh saying she wouldn’t ask again. ”okay” he said simply wearing a smile. he was slowly piecing things together with her and he knew whether or not they were dressed up or if this went down after baseball practice and if she was in sweatpants that as long she ended up being his girlfriend in the end he did not have a care in the world about what they were wearing, how they looked, or what went down from there well it would be awesome that was all he knew.. he nodded when she said that was her first question ”i knew it would be.” he said with a laugh. ”alright, so your first question you do not have to answer if you don’t want to, but why don’t you like your full name?” he asked her starting it off and it was the first questoin that came to mind.
this felt so cozy just chilling with her in his arms. was that weird or was that the feeling you were supposed to have? he wasn’t sure. ”alright” he said slowly but surely letting her go and went over getting a sketch pad and some pencils. then he walked back over holding out his hand. ”all done now so shall we go?” he asked it being that simple and she said it wasn’t friendly so he didn’t want to prolong the visit to her mothers classroom.
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