the smell of decay, [o]

[»PANDORA!]

Ash floated gracefully into the sky, white specks floating gently past her face as they already began to disintegrate into nothing. As the heat began to tingle against her fingertips, she gently let the butt of the cigarette go, moments before the heat became too much, and cause an unbearable burning pain. She looked around, scanning for any traces of life, before harshly lifting her foot and twisting her toes against the paper, squishing the edge of the cigarette, stealing the life of the fire away, claiming it for herself. Pandora knew it was a bad, filthy habit, but the smooth burning sensation and the nicotine hit was too tempting to resist. Far too tempting. She would deal with the consequences and effects later if she had too, and only then would she regret the decision. Until then, she was quite content with her actions.

Sure she was only seventeen years of age, but she felt she was old enough to understand what she was doing. Smoking was a choice that she had made, and addiction was a path she had taken. The past three years, since she was fourteen, it had been a lifestyle thing, and she just started. It wasn’t as if she was addicted to marijuana or cocaine, although, it was undeniable she had delved into the more hardcore side of drugs, legal and illegal, so she wasn’t pushing her body as far as some people. Her lungs weren’t giving way, and the young female felt as healthy as she did all those years ago, so the crime she was doing, wasn’t punishing her internal system at all, as far as she could tell.

As she glanced down towards her shoes, she saw the butt, melted within the dirt that lay beneath her body, the mud of the park. Unknown grains and material had flowed out of the brown paper, the tobacco spoiling the floor that nature had created. She looked up, towards the unusually empty park, which was usually teaming with life and energetic spirit. She remained leaned against the fence, her back slouched against it, as she placed her hands in her pockets. The navy blue, puffed up tracksuit pants moved slightly with the breeze, the cool air accompanying the hour of the late afternoon. Night time was coming, soon the pitch black horizon would consume the area, and compress the souls of the living to houses and apartments, all but the rebellious ones who dangerously roamed the streets at night. She breathed in the night air, the smell of the fresh cigarette smoke still lining her white singlet. She smiled as the familiar scent entered her nose, the delightful smell of smoke warming her system once again. She bowed her head momentarily to soak it in.

She closed her eyes, letting her surroundings melt away. She thought of her life at home, and her new start at arrowfield equine centre. Why did her parents have to be so annoying? Sure she had pushed the boundaries, and done some fairly foolish acts, all against the law, but her parents didn’t have to be so over dramatic. She could recall the words of her aggravating father extremely clearly, ‘Your criminal record is already taking up three of the police file cabinets, maybe a fresh start will set your mind straight, and all this illegal activity will come to a halt.’ As if, he must have been crazy, either that or dreaming. Like sending her to a new location would change her personality. It was out of the question, she would never let herself change, she would try everything. She would stay the rebellious, outgoing, life of the party girl that she was back home. Take that family, and suck it.

Opening the lids of her eye, she pushed her body off the fence, with almost an over strenuous effort having to be required. She was tired, not only literally, but sick and tired of her life. She hated the fact that her parents sent her to here of all places. She didn’t even really like horses that much. Sure, she didn’t hate them, but it wasn’t like she rode them or anything. Her mother had a strange obsession with them however, and ever since she was a little girl had rode them, every day, apparently. So now, she wanted Pandora to ride them, live her dream through her own daughter, in hope she would become a famous equestrian rider, and enjoy it. Pandora snorted aloud at the mere thought, dumb slut. She thought her mum was sick for trying to force her into a riding career, by sending her to this deranged school, and could only wish her luck, that Pandora would actually try.

Pacing ahead, she kicked the tan bark into the air slightly, watching it soar, float temporarily and then plummet back to the floor of the playground. As she walked through the equipment, her legs began to flop around, and her lazy attitude kicked back in yet again. As she passed the slide, she could vaguely see the swing set in her sights. Perfect, a free seat, she thought to herself, before slowly plodding over toward it. She smiled as she yet again relaxed into the position of happiness, seating herself down into the plastic swing, the structure sinking as her body made contact with it. She gasped aloud, as if shocked by the swing. “I’m not that heavy,” she exclaimed to herself, thinking that if no one was around she could be rhetorical and mildly idiotic to herself. The wing insulting her, stayed in the same position, much to her surprise, as she began to rock forwards and back, slightly enjoying the moment, relishing the thought of her childhood returning, in a subtle unrealistic mist.

She paused, sopping the swing before leaning against the chain on her side. She grabbed her ponytail, stroking the multi coloured strands of hair, wondering what would become of her in this god forsaken area. She thought about the trouble she may or may not get up too, and dearly hoped that she would be getting into some sort of mischief. She was of course, the notorious bad girl where she came from, and getting drunk, high, violent and sleep around with all the lads was part of her ‘glamorous’ repertoire. “This place better have some fun bitches,” she muttered to herself, before staring at the ground, allowing herself to go into a daze.

[El Loco [Jessie]]

.:. J E S S I E -- P O R T E R .:.

» It had been a very boring summer for Jessie Porter. A very dull, boring summer concluding possibly the worst possible school year. Her science teacher had committed suicide, then three days later, the school had burned to the ground. After the police conducted their investigation, they found that her best-friend, or now ex-best friend she supposed, had murdered their science teacher, and then burned down the school. He had been carted off first to the police headquarters, then who knows where. Probably some mental hospital somewhere.

» She found that she really didn't miss him. Even if they had known each other since what felt like forever, his company wasn't something she ever really took for granted. Besides, she had had the whole summer to get over the whole incident anyway. About midsummer, her parents had told her they didn't like her going to school around those sorts of people, in that sort of environment, and had proceeded to ship her off to some school she'd never heard of.

» And it had to be a horse school too. Her parents hadn't known that, of course. They just heard it was really prestigious. She figured they had thought academics, not equestrian side activities. Not that Jessie hated horses, not at all. She had grown up around them, and had been riding from an early age. It was just that as she had gotten older, she had outgrew her horse fetishes awhile back, figuring she wouldn't ever deal with them again, since they had moved from the country to the city when she was fourteen.

» But enough of that, she told herself. The past was exactly that, the past. She didn't like to think about it much, it made her feel depressed. The wind picked up slightly, pushing back her dusty brown hair from her face. She had been walking down after settling in her dorm on campus, and had made a snap decision to check out the park. It hadn't been a very long walk, she supposed.

» Upon reaching said park, she wandered around a bit, checking out the area for good spots to sit in the shade and draw. Not very many. She gave a resigned sigh. The benches looked comfy though. Perhaps they would provide the place to sketch. She smiled to herself. Maybe she would end up liking it here. She walked further, having spotted a playground settled in a sandpit.

»As she drew closer, the acrid stench of cigarette smoke reached her nostrils. Her dad smoked, she knew the smell well. She glanced up, having been walking looking at her bare feet. A girl was sitting on one of the swings, looking downward. Jessie never had been good at taking the initiative and being the one to say hi first. Gulping, she forced herself to walk further, sitting down in the only other swing hanging there.

She breathed deeply, sneaking a glance over at the girl with multi-hued hair. "Hi," she said, voice barely a whisper.

ooc | o__O that was horrible. sorry.. lots of rambling. Haven't role played in two years or so ^^ Really rusty.

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[»PANDORA!]

The rusty noise the swing made as she swung loosely upon it made her feel rather queasy and yet, so empty inside. The incredible screech made her feel so lost, and the cold breeze the brushed past her didn’t help the fact. She looked down at her feet, a blank expression still lining her face, bearing the grimmest of all glances. She couldn’t help but feel low, the corrupt adolescent was out of her natural environment, habitat, if you will. She couldn’t deny the fact that she did indeed miss her life at home, she almost missed every single thing about it. She would have moved out and stayed in the same suburb, but no, her parents had to be extremely difficult and move her into a new, different and icy environment. She knew absolutely nothing about this place, and therefore, dislikes it. As it was a different place. She didn’t especially like new things, except stuff that was on the more, wild, rebellious and illegal side of things. Otherwise it wasn’t especially important in Pandora’s mind, she only liked the risk of taking a chance on something that some would consider, inappropriate. Yet, it was only a crime if you got caught wasn’t it. Yet again, Pandora did get caught, and she suffered the consequences.

She kicked the tanbark again as she drifted toward the ground, gravity pulling her weighted spirit to earth. She imagined it was her mother, as she swung hard and fast, sending many shards of twisted bark soaring. Why was her family so rude and cruel toward her? She knew the other day when she had arrived she had thought of a similar thing, her thoughts seemed brutal now, but the truth was concealed within them, although her demonstration of displaying them, was not as subtle as she intended to make them out to be.

Home was too far away now, thousands of kilometres in fact. Her moody mistress of a mother had sent her to the finest horse school in the world, according to her. Pandora never had thought much of her mother, and in her opinion she was a stuck up slimy whore, who could manipulate anything to make it turn in her favour. Everything seemed to fall perfectly in her mother’s court, and when it didn’t, she would start a riot. Pandora remained blank, with a slight frown spread on her face as she came to an understanding. Maybe it was better to be separated from her parents, even if it was in this school of terror. Anything was better than living with them, they probably sent her away because they didn’t like Pandora themselves. They were always so proud of her siblings when they received their report cards, filled with A’s and fantastic comments. Yet, when Pandora got fails and horrifying remarks, all her parents could do was look in disgust and give their own demeaning comments, which drove Pandora in the wrong direction, and filled her mind with negative thoughts about family, love and many virtues which were built within the bonds of a child and their parents. She felt at a disadvantage to other children, who had the most loving and caring parents in the world, whether they were together or not. Pandora didn’t have that, the understanding which a parent needs to share with a child, sort rights from wrongs, and focus on the positives rather than the pessimistic sides of life. She didn’t have that, and deep down, she knew that she never would.

As she frowned she remembered that her thoughts were never going to fade away, and that vital relationship between mother and daughter had actually been truly ruined. She hated her mother for it, and also herself, for not trying to discuss it with her mother, and instead running amuck in the streets at night. She couldn’t help herself however, Pandora loved trouble and it loved her, they were just intensely attracted to one another. Her and crime were just crème de la crème, and could not help but fondle with each other’s buttons. They were in a deep, confusing, but undeniable relationship, and the whole thing had been going on for quite some time now...

She heard footsteps approaching now, but did not dare to shift her head upwards to look at the possibly dangerous face. It was unknown to her the identity of this strangers, so she felt it best not to speak, unless of course, spoken too. She didn’t want to come of rude, and she of course did need to make some friends, but she truly wasn’t in the mood to play the ‘let’s all be happy’ game, because she wasn’t. She was mildly depressed and just longed to have a conversation with her old buddies, and not discuss stuff with new freaks, especially of the horsey nature. Jesus Christ, all she had heard from arrowfield pupils was a continuous flow of horse jargon, and Pandora couldn’t give a shit about them, or there equines. Although her mother had bought her a horse, she had not yet seen it, and doubted she truly wanted too, it was of course the animal that had permanently sent her here.

A voice could now be heard, a simple gesture, an invitation for a conversation, just the plain old word hi. So this stranger was after interaction it would now appear. Well, Pandora thought if that is what’s he truly wanted, then she may as well give it to her, it wasn’t like she wanted to humiliate this poor girl by ignoring her completely, and she didn’t want the sudden reputation of a stuck up bitch. Yes, she wasn’t keen on that one! Pandora was unsure whether or not this girl attended and/or resided at arrowfield equine centre, but she did need to possibly make a friend or two, even in the dark mist of the children’s playground. Pandora lifted her head, brushing the strands of hair away from her eyes, before noticing the girl, standing in front of her, a short distance away. She smiled, giving the soul at least that to go away with, before beginning to open her mouth, trying to portray what she imagined to be a friendly stranger.

“Hey, I’m Pandora, what is your name?”

[El Loco [Jessie]]

» Jessie took the pause to scrutinize the girl. She was definitely weird, but not exactly a bad weird, either. She sighed, mind drifting off. It wasn't allowed to drift far. Jessie dug her feet in the sand, pushing herself back slightly, then letting go, the swing naturally moving forward, then back, cringing as it creaked and groaned rather loudly. She looked back over at Pandora; she certainly seemed friendly enough.

"That's a weird name, Pandora. Is it like that myth about the evil box?" she asked, genuine curiosity showing in her features. It quickly vanished, morphing back into the usual blank face Jessie wore. "Er, I'm Jessie," she added. Her eyes drifted back to her feet. Way to make it awkward.

ooc | GAAH! that was.. awful, and short.. and yeep.[/size]