Thoughts from a girl.

THURSDAY - Courtesy of a few resourceful boys, the Bakery has no supervision whatsoever. A few cases of beer will be available. Enjoy, relax, and hope it can last.
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Dude, I've been super busy so sorry y'all!
I'm back now to write so... what should I include?
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Dylan lifted the tasteless mush from her plastic bowl to her mouth. She stared off into space thinking about the past couple days. Her roommate was trying to kill her at times it seemed.. She thought she was getting a handle on the whole Cherry Cherie sh*t but then she comes back with a passion which lead to more visits to Dr. Kent's lab.. and painful shocks...
 
"Helloooo?" A hand waved in front of Dylan's face. She shook her head and focused on the person in front of her. It was Elsa
 
"Oh hey. Sorry."
 
Elsa just dropped into the seat across from her. "So how is the whole Felice thing going?" Dylan gave Elsa a look which spoke volumes of how things were going with Felice.
 
"I swear she is now the cause of Cherry Cherie coming out when she does. I'm practically seeing Dr. Kent every other day while trying to keep distance from Felice, whom I swear is trying to kill me. Did I mention she was standing at my bed staring? She had a wild look in her eyes..." Dylan shivered at the memory. After that night, she lifted a sharp object from the lab after a rather grueling session of "treatment." She kept it hidden in her pillow case in case Felice tried anything, she wasn't going to be defenseless.
 
"Oh... Have you ever tried just talking to her, getting to know her? Maybe she'll want to..kill you less?" She shrugged. Dylan just gave her another look and that shut Elsa up.
 
"Well, miss b*tchy pants, just trying to help" Elsa replied, standing up and stalking away.
 
Dylan sighed, knowing she was being a bit nasty lately to the closest thing she called a friend in this sh*tty place. She looked down at her food knowing she would not stomach anymore of it.
 
"Hey gorgeous"
 
Dylan's stomach did somersaults at the voice. She looked up to see the handsome older Gallagher.
 
She tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled shyly. "Hi. Where's Greggory?" He hadn't talked to her since the dance.
 
He shrugged, "Probably off trying to set fires to everything." He sat down too close to her. "So you'll be at the shindig tonight in the bakery yeah?" He slipped his into her oatmeal and licked it off seductively. He grabbed her chin softly and held it for a moment. Dylan couldn't speak. She could... but nothing would have made sense so she just kept quiet and nodded instead. He leaned in to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. Goosebumps raised the hair on the back of her neck as he whispered, "I can't wait"
 
and he was gone. Dylan just gulped trying to calm her erratic heart beat. Thats when she noticed a brooding figure across the room, an angry pair of eyes staring straight at her. Greggory. She moved to go over to him but he didn't give her a chance. He got up and stalked away. Dylan was just confused.
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Dylan could hear hushed talking and laughing as she neared the bakery. She played with the dress she was wearing, nervous as hell. She walked in, averting her eyes, suddenly even more nervous than before. A commotion made her look up from the ground to see her roommate laying on the ground, blood rushing from her wrists. What the f*ck?!
 
A couple of people grabbed her, wrapped her wrists and whisked her away. She was a danger to the sisters from coming to break up the only fun thing that had happened in this bleak place. Elsa, who was the first person to respond to Felice came up to her.
 
"Well f*ck, Felice kept muttering your name as she passed out...maybe she is trying to kill you" She laughed dryly.
 
Dylan just stared at the girl, "I am not dying without escaping this hell hole first!"
 
"Agreed" Elsa replied, raising her beer in cheers.
 
Dylan went off to find herself something to drink, wanting to take her mind off everything. She downed the first cup and refilled it and then downed that one too. She repeated this process a couple more times till she was feeling really free. She floated around the room dropping into conversations for a few moments, laughing here, a quip there, before a hand spun her around. It was Greggory.
 
Dylan stumbled from suddenly being spun around and she ended up pressed up against his body. She just looked up at his face, not even attempting to move. His eyes were dark but there was something toying at the corner of his mouth. He pushed the hair away from her face and kept his hand there. He didn't say anything, but he looked at her with intensity. She squirmed under his gaze. Her head began to swim and she saw spots of light. Greggory looked concerned, catching her as she slumped against him. He helped her walk in a quiet corner of the bakery. He set her down and went to fetch some water for her. Dylan came to a cup of water in front of her. She drank it, waiting for her eyes to focus. Greggory stared at her.
 
"You can --hiccup-- stop staring at me." Dylan replied weakly.
 
"Your alcohol tolerance is worse than a babies.." Greggory stated with a snort.
 
"Whatever." Dylan shot back. "Why have you been like ignoring me --hiccup-- and acting all moody?" She slurred
 
Greggory looked away. Dylan pouted. "You're seriously going to just be weird all the time?" She threw her hands up in the air as he continued to look away. "Your brother doesn't ignore me..." she whined further. That struck something in Greggory because he snapped back to looking at her. His expression was unreadable. He quickly leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She was frozen since this was her first kiss. Sh*t! Dylan thought, what am I supposed to do! Greggory stayed connected to her lips. He must be waiting for a response, dylan thought. She pulled away. He looked blank, guarded.
 
Dylan looked down, fumbling with the hem of her dress. "I uh. I... don't, ugh, okay, I don't know how to...kiss" she could barely utter the last word. Her cheeks were flaming red and she felt miserably awkward and dumb. He lifted her face up by her chin, keeping eye contact the whole time. He leaned in slower this time until they were connected once more. He worked her lips open with his tongue, tasting her mouth with his. He pushed her farther into the wall, pressing himself against her. Dylans world was spinning with tingles and new experiences. Growing up alone in the basement, she never would have thought that she would be with a boy, let alone kissing him! She smiled into the kiss and Greggory put his hands on her body. Her body was on fire as she felt his touch through the many layers she was wearing. Their tongues danced as she grew less unexperienced at the hands of Greggory's seductive skill. He slipped his hand under her dress. She pulled back suddenly.
 
Breathless, Greggory asked "w--whats wrong?"
 
Dylan felt like a child but was able to tell him, "it was too fast. I--don't--never-- have done anything...I don't know what to do or how to do it." She felt so juvenile and scared and so afraid of being judged by to first guy to actually kiss her.
 
Greggory just smiled and grabbed her hand, "It's okay Dylan. I like you. Doing anything with you is exciting." As he said that she glanced down and the big bulge that strained against his stressed denim. Her eyes widened and she started blushing all over again. When she was younger, she would sneak out of the basement when her parents were asleep. She would look through her distant and unknown lives of the two who didn't show her any love. She came across books and videos that were only meant for adults eyes... She learned a lot and so she understood what was going on with Greggory.
 
Her eyes snapped back to his face. He grinned boyishly and gave her a peck on her forehead. "Soon." he whispers before getting up and grabbing her hand. Dylan was just in awe as they joined the rest of the people back in the main area of the bakery. Soon somebody sprung the record player from the other room and music poured out. Everyone was dancing provocatively, and Dylan smirked at the little F*ck you they were giving to the sisters with this "Devilish" behavior.
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@catknap @ocean-blue-xo

TUESDAY - Dr. Kent and Nurse Russo are conducting checkups on each patient through the form of group therapy. All girls will meet in the medical offices and are free to express their feelings.

SUNDAY - [reusing it since no one got to it] Sister Catherine and Sister Corinne are giving an educational lecture on proper conduct between the sexes after Wednesday's intermingling with the boys. Attendance is mandatory.
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Story is coming, have to write a page for my paper before I can do more polyvore :'(
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Dylan walked down the dreary hall to her cell, humming a familiar tune from where she wasn't sure. It had been a while since Cherry Cherie made an appearance and it made Dylan positively happy, she actually smiles now. She passes Dr Kent's lab and she sticks her tongue out at the door. Dylan smiled at the thought of Dr. Kent not having any reason to use his favorite form of therapy on her. He must be itching for a relapse, she thought. Well, f*ck you. She was finally doing semi-okay. She wouldn't admit it to herself but her progress might have to do with a certain brother duo. She blushed just thinking of the older one.
 
She was so deep in thought she did not realize a blonde sitting on the lower bunk. The girl cleared her throat and Dylan shrieked.
 
"JESUS, you scared the sh*t out of me!" she exclaimed.
 
"Oh I'm sorry. I'm Felice.. I'm your new roommate?" She replied, eyeing Dylan. "I don't mean to be rude, but you shouldn't use the lords name in vain."
 
Dylan just stared at her. Great, she thought, I'm stuck with jesus lover barbie. She sighed.
 
"Okay, look, I'm not a bible toting heels to jesus kind of girl. Could you keep it to yourself"
 
Felice narrowed her eyes but didn't say anything. Finally she shrugged her shoulders and agreed to keep it to herself.
 
Dylan stood a few moments more before leaving the room. She really did not like the idea of having a roommate, realizing she had grown accustomed to having it to herself.. well to themselves. Dylan walked back to the common room and decided to read one of the tattered hardbacks that were on the shelves. She was soon joined by Elsa who dropped into the worn chair next to her.
 
"What are you reading?" she asked. Dylan just showed her the front of the book but didn't say a word. "Okay...? Someones in a bad mood.." Elsa replied, rolling her eyes.
 
Dylan sighed and closed the book, got up and returned it to the shelf before rejoining Elsa. "I'm Sorry" Dylan replied, giving her a half smile, "I'm just thrown off by the arrival of my new roommate."
 
"Ohh you mean Felice Foncesca?" Dylan nodded.
 
"You know her?"
 
Elsa shrugged her shoulder, "yeah just a little bit, well I basically just know of her. I heard my brother talk about her"
 
"please tell me what you know." Dylan pleaded
 
Elsa pitied Dylan because she knew what exactly she was up against with her new roommate. "She's the devil." Dylan's stomach dropped, "Supposedly she killed her entire family and is now possessed by a demon." Elsa stated matter-of-factly.
 
Dylan wide eyes conveyed everything she was thinking but couldn't say because she was speechless. F*cking great, Dylan thought, I finally get better and am now going to die by the hands of my roommate, the devil. She didn't have any time to speak after that because Sister Catherine strode into the room a long with the over residents of Sacred Cross. Dylan curled her fists when Felice walked in, her skin so taut over her knuckles that it turned pale white. Sister Catherine quieted the room down and started talking. Dylan usually tuned Sister Catherine out, but today it was a welcome distraction. Half way into her speech, Dylan could feel someone looking at her. It was Greggory. He was staring at her even when she made eye contact. She blushed under his gaze and forced her gaze somewhere else. After Sister Catherine was done, everyone got up and made their way back to their rooms. Greggory fell in step beside Dylan.
 
"You look scared" He stated
 
Dylan looked away, catching glimpse of the back of her roommate. She frowned. "I'm just not happy with my new roommate." Greggory slipped his hand around hers, startling her out of her thoughts. Dylan's heart raced and she looked up at him in confusion. He just looked straight ahead and didn't say anything. They walked hand in hand for a little bit before Sister Catherine came up behind them and cleared her throat, "Did you not listen to a word I said? NO TOUCHING" she separated their hands with her cane. Dylan winced and Greggory curled his fists in silent rage but neither of them said anything. Sister Catherine walked away with a satisfied smile on her face.
 
"I can't wait to use that cane on her for a change." Greggory growled. Dylan smiled slightly because she was thinking the same exact thing. They parted ways, going to their respective halls. Dylan hesitantly walked back into her room. Felice was on the bed reading the bible. Dylan rolled her eyes and laid down on her bunk. A few moments later, Dylan felt the bed move as Felice sprang up and ran to the sink, throwing up. Dylan looked over at her roommate and saw how pale she was. Felice had beads of sweat forming on her forehead and she looked miserable. Dylan was about to get up and help her when she saw her start to twitch. Dylan backed away and crawled back onto her bed, holding her stuffed animal tightly. The light in the room started to dim and Dylan's mind became foggy. It felt like someone was turning a light switch off on her mind.
 
Felice started screaming but Dylan couldn't hear her because Dylan wasn't there.
 
Cherry Cherie opened her eyes.
 
"Why are you bloody screaming!" She cried out before noticing it wasn't Dylan. "Who the 'ell are you!?" Felice's eyes rolled back into her head and she slumped against the sink. Cherry shrieked. Sister Catherine came running in. She took in the room and immediately ordered Dylan to get the guards.
 
"Excuse you, my name is Cherry Cherie" Cherry grumbled as she got up. Sister Catherine just gave her an exasperated look and started attending to Felice. Soon a bunch of guards were in the room, syringes ready. They gave Felice something to stop her hysterics and then carried her out of the room. Cherry watched in disgust as they took her away. The nerve! she thought, they couldn't expect her to room with THAT. She sighed and went to grab her brush when she noticed what she was wearing. What the 'ell! Cherry was enraged, ripping off the drab clothing and putting on something fresh and pretty. Dylan better not pull a prank like that on her again, Cherry thought.
 
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WEDNESDAY: To kick off a fresh start, Father Nick is hosting a jubilee, reminiscent of a grade school dance. For the first time, the Commons' record player will be updated so all can enjoy themselves.
 
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anything yall want me to write specifically about?
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Dylan rubbed her tired eyes, straining to see through the sunlight streaming from the cubby hole window in the corner of her room. She was never a morning person. Hell, she was never a person. She sighed, throwing back the covers. She immediately inspected her wardrobe choice and heaved a sigh of relief. Cherry Cherie did not make an appearance last night. Which means Dylan did not have to wake up yet again in Dr. Kent's lab. She shivered at the painful memories of what private midnight sessions with the doc were like. They call it therapy, she called it H to the E to the double L. Dylan giggled to herself, thinking that would make a perfect start to a song. Where's Cherry Cherie when you need her. Dylan snorted at the thought.
 
"Miss Brookhaven, what a lovely surprise to see you awake before 2 pm." Father Leon quipped. He strode into her cell without hesitation. He walked around the tiny room, eyeing a few drawings she hung up, various knick knacks that were hers from childhood.
 
"Glad to see you've finally settled in, made this place your own." He picked up a stuffed animal that her grandmother had given to her when she was three. He smirked and set it back on the bed.
 
"I realize that you have become accustom to having your own room. Unfortunately, it is the norm that two people share a room and therefore you are breaking said rule. So today you get a roommate" He clapped his hands together with a satisfied smile.
 
Dylan looked anything but happy. "It's not like I don't already have a roommate.." she motioned towards a pile of bright pink outfit in a rumpled heap on the floor.
 
"That is not funny. Do I need to call Dr. Kent in here?" Father Leon asked stoically.
 
Dylan shook her head profusely. She shut her mouth after that. The father said a few more words before he made his exit.
 
A few moments later Sister Catherine came. She clucked her tongue at the mess in Dylan's cell. She went around scolding her for various things before announcing that having all of the personal items would have to go. She grabbed the stuffed animal off the bed before Dylan could react.
 
"WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING?!" Dylan screamed. Enraged, she launched herself at the sister, grabbing the stuffed animal and practically pushing her to the ground.
 
It took Sister Catherine a moment to recover from surprise, but when she did, she was not at all happy.
 
"Young lady, how dare you assault a sister of the faith!" She exclaimed as she smoothed out her robes. "You will be escorted to Father Leon's office immediately." She stomped out of the cell. Dylan looked at the stuffed animal she was still holding limp in her right hand. Oh sh*t. The words the sister last said sank in. Oh double F*cks, father Leon's office...
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Both of Dylan's arms were in the grasp of the guards as they escorted her to Father Leon's office. Some of the girls watched her pass them, an expression of "thank the f*cking lord that is not me" on their faces. Dylan saw Edith peek out, sheer terror on her face, she began fidgeting. Nyasha looked bored, muttering a "good luck with that." The rest of the girls were probably at lunch. No doubt they would hear about this by the time she would be released from Father Leon's office.
 
Her heart started beating double time and her hands got sweaty. She didn't know what to expect, just that it would be worse than visiting the doc. The guards opened the door and pushed her inside. Sit, they said, pointing at a chair. Dylan did as she was told. "Father Leon will be here in a little bit, he is busy at the moment" one of the guards uttered. They left without saying anything else. Dylan was afraid to breath. She waited. Wiped her hands on her pants. Waited some more. Relaxed a little in the chair. Waiting still. She began to look around. Then she got out of the chair and started walking around the room, looking at whatever caught her eye. She waited some more. She started opening drawers, apprehension at what she would find. All the while she still waited. Something caught her attention. A locked drawer. Dylan looked around, to see if anyone was somehow hiding, watching her. She tried opening it but it wouldn't give. D*amnit, Dylan thought, its locked so where is the key? She looked around the desk, checking under papers and such. With luck, she came across the key. Her hands were shaking with adrenaline as she unlocked the drawer. The final click noise meant it was unlocked. She peered inside the drawer. Her brow furrowed when she realized they were all tapes from an 8mm camera. Each little tape was marked with just the date. A noise from outside made her jump, she grabbed one tape, locked the drawer and put the key back on the desk. She barely sat down when Father Leon strode in.
 
"So. I fear you're outburst and attack on Sister Catherine was unacceptable." Father sternly said. He walked out the room and a few moments later, he was back. He immediately closed the door. Dylan was scared.
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Dylan woke up from a horrible nightmare. But she soon realized it was not a nightmare but rather a memory from earlier that day. She vowed to never get herself in a position that would land her in Father Leon's office. If it was the last thing she did. Shuddering the memory of it all away, Dylan got up. She realized from the lack of sun that it was evening which meant one thing. The jubilee event was in full swing. Normally Dylan hated being girly but something about getting dressed up appealed to her. She adorned a long chiffon dress that she had stashed away. One of the many perks of knowing the hook ups in the joint. She put it on, twirling around feeling like a princess. Dylan actually smiled. She called out to a guard who would escort her to the common room where the jubilee was to take place. As she expected, everyone was already there. She felt self conscious in her dress and kept her head down for fear of others seeing her heated blush spread across her cheeks. She walked to the back wall. From that spot she watched the girls and boys interact. Dylan actually kind of wished Cherry Cherie would make an appearance because she wouldn't have been standing on by the wall. No, she would be the center of the party, talking to everyone and trying to put on a short notice 3 song performance. Dylan smiled to herself. She still hated her, but she had to admit that Cherry was better at being a girl and dealing with social interaction. She was deep in thought when a familiar girl came over to the wall she occupied. It was Edith. They avoided eye contact and stood in silence for a while. Finally, Dylan took a deep breath and turned towards her.
 
"Hello Edith" She half waved and instantly regretted it. Edith looked skittish. Sh*t, Dylan thought, she f*cked up the one time she tried to be friendly and outgoing.
 
Finally Edith got her breathing under control and replied with a mousy "hi." They lapsed back into silence. Dylan noticed a group of girls standing a little bit too close to each other. It was Maria, Mildred, and Nyasha. A couple of girls were dancing by the record player. The boys watched, smirking.
 
Elsa walked by the two wallflowers so Dylan said hello.
 
"Oh hey guys" Elsa replied. "Why are you two standing over here. It's kind of weird.."
 
Edith practically fainted by her side. Dylan realized the more people around that girl, the worse she faired.
 
"Lets go get some punch?" Dylan proposed, looking only at Elsa. They walked away and as they did, Dylan looked back at Edith. Her face was filled with relief as she caught Dylan's eye, she gave a tiny smile before swiftly looking away.
 
"I'm glad the record player was fixed, I was so not about to spend my night listening to one french song played over and over." Elsa rolled her eyes. She handed Dylan a cup and got one of her own. She pulled Dylan away from the table and over to a secluded area of the room. She whipped out a flask and poured a clear liquid into her cup. She held it out for Dylan to take. Soon the girls were laughing and feeling good. Someone tapped Dylan on the shoulder so she turned around. Although not drunk, she was tipsy and so she stumbled into the person's arms, seeing spots of light. It took a moment for her to focus her eyes. Elsa just laughed.
 
"Are you okay?" An extremely handsome face asked.
 
"Uh yeah.. just a little -- hiccup -- light headed.." Dylan swayed. The boy grabbed her hand and pulled her deeper into the alcove and onto the window seat.
 
"Better?" he asked.
 
"Much." Dylan looked up at him. He was beautiful. She grew nervous, never really had experience being around a guy since she was never allowed to be around people anyways growing up.
 
"I've heard about you. You're the crazy with split personality" he stated.
 
Dylan just stared at him. His words stung. No one had ever just come out and said what she knew they were all thinking. She liked it and didn't like it at the same time.
 
"Sh*t, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said tha--" Dylan cut him off, "It's fine and definitely new to me" She smiled slightly.
 
He grabbed her hands and brought them up to his lips. She started breathing heavily thinking he was going to kiss them. But instead, he took a sip out of the cup she had forgotten she was holding.
 
"Mmmmm, that's strong. No wonder you're drunk." He replied, closing his eyes as he swallowed the burning liquid.
 
"So who are you?" Dylan asked
 
"Oh. I thought everyone knew everyone around here." He stated. Dylan shook her head no so he continued, "I'm Greggory." He took another gulp.
 
"Well, I'M the crazy with the second personality. But I do have a name," she raised her brow "It's Dylan."
 
He nodded his head before chugging the rest of her drink. He looked down into the empty cup. "Where's that girl you were with? Let's get some more to drink" He didn't wat for a reply. Dylan followed wordlessly after him. Elsa was dancing with some other boy but Greggory seemed to know him so he stopped to chat. Elsa and Dylan went to fill up their cups and headed back to the boys.
 
"Dylan this is my brother, William" Greggory motioned towards the taller boy. William grabbed her hand and kissed it and gave her a gorgeous smile. She was speechless for a moment and he took that time to twirl her around. He started dancing again and Dylan just went along with it. She had no idea what she was doing but since everyone else danced, so would she. She was definitely feeling more open and bubbly than she ever felt... William moved closer to Dylan, almost to the point where their bodies were touching. She flushed at the newness of being this close to the opposite sex. Usually Dylan felt like a bad*ss with a f*ck this attitude but tonight she was feeling dorky. Childishly naive and dorky. William put his hands on her body, her skin raised with goosebumps everywhere he touched. One of the sisters abruptly pushed them apart, scolding them for the proximity of their bodies. William smirked as she walked off, giving Dylan a wink. He continued to dance a "safe" distance away from her but he held her gaze. Dylan turned away from his intensity and smiled at Greggory. He didn't look too happy and she frowned wondering what was wrong. He narrowed his eyes at his brother before stalking off. Dylan stopped dancing and just stared at his retreating figure. What the h*ll?
 
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MONDAY: The good Cardinal Robert of the state of New York has decided to pay a visit to his beloved sanitarium. An annual press junction will be hosted at Sacred Cross with reporters and photographers. Plaster on a smile and remember, leave the talking to the staff.
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I'm going to try this new thing where I somehow include every person in the rp every story, but comment below if you have something in mind that you want me to write for your character, cool?
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Oh for f*cks sakes
 
Dylan looked at what she was wearing, dreading what she would find. She hated regaining consciousness after Cherry Cherie and seeing what ugly pepto-pink outfit she had on. She ripped off the ensemble, cursing the entire time. She donned her usual dark clothes, tossing cherry's crap aside.
 
Suddenly the room went dizzy and Dylan stumbled over to her bed. As if a loud speaker was inside her head, a voice rang out, drowning her eardrums in deafening volume.
 
"How dare you toss my clothes aside! THAT IS BURBERRY YOU LITTLE BUGGER!" The irritatingly british accent pushed her over the edge
 
Dylan balled her fists into her ears, trying to silence the voice. Her head physically started aching to the point that she starting talking back, to do anything to make her go away.
 
"This is my body you b*tch, now leave me alone!"
 
"How could I when everyone wants Dylan to disappear and Cherry Cherie to take her rightful place!"
 
"That's not true. F*ck you!" Dylan grabbed the nearest sharp object. A makeup brush. If she hadn't been so distraught and in pain, she would have laughed at the irony of it all. She took the brush and jammed it in her ear, stabbing over and over again. Cherry's voice faded with every jab. When she was completely gone, Dylan dropped the brush. She felt light headed and an even more intense pain erupted. She felt blood trickle down her neck from the wound in her ear. She didn't care. Cherry was silent for now and that was the best relief. She laid down on her cot, feeling her soul drain along with the blood gushing out of her ear. She thought it would be a wonderful time for a nap seeing as how she was suddenly really sleepy.. Maybe she could dream of a better place, with a puppy and endless shelves of books. She closed her eyes but could hear someone screaming, although it sounded foggy and muddled.
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Dylan enhaled the sweet aroma of her hot chocolate as the fire crackled. Her lab puppy snoring adorably beside the fireplace, moving its little puppy legs from dreams that Dylan was sure were wonderful. She turned the page of her worn copy of Wuthering Heights, delving deeper into the world of Heathcliff. She read a couple more pages. Her puppy awoke suddenly, growling at nothing. Dylan looked up and noticed how all the books were sort of vibrating...was it perhaps an earthquake? And who was calling out her name?
 
..."Dylan!" Her eyes flew open and they settled on the nurses face. The light was too bright and her head felt so heavy.
 
"Would you like to tell me why you stabbed yourself earlier this afternoon?" Doctor Kent strode over to where she was laying.
 
Dylan clamped her mouth shut, refusing to look him in the eye.
 
"Not feeling very talkative today? Or is it because you just can't hear me, what with you stabbing your ear.. with what was it? A makeup brush?" He held up a blood caked brush in a plastic bag, "Kind of ironic don't you think. I'm sure Cherry will be very upset."
 
Dylan balled up her fists but kept her silence.
 
"Tsk tsk tsk, I've bandaged you up as well as I can.. oh dear, what will the reporters think!" Dr. Kent murmured emotionless. He turned to Nurse Russo, "I'm done here, please return her to her room and help her get dressed, the men are already here." He turned without waiting for a reply.
 
Nurse Russo stalked into Dylan's cell, grimacing at all the dried blood. She just shook her head, "You can attend to THAT after you have attended todays events." She grabbed some clothes and tossed them at Dylan. "Put these on" Russo barked. She turned on her heels and swiftly made her exit.
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Her face dead panned as the camera men snapped a couple pictures. She refused to smile when there was nothing to smile about. She noticed Edith looking down, picking at invisible lint or whatever, Nyasha just looked bored, Elsa didn't smile. Dylan just kept looking at the people around her, not really knowing any of them. Just like old times. Her head was starting to pound, her pulse practically hammering her cranium. She muttered a "f*ck this" and walked away. She was a nobody and wouldn't be missed. She felt a twinge, it was cherry trying to speak up. Dylan just pushed her deeper into the depths of her mind. She had enough of that b*tch for one day.
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Sorry to everyone else, I have a huge headache and this crap story was as much as I could muster right now, I'll try and include everyone next time

Dylan Brookhaven/Cherry Cherie, 22
Illness- Multiple Personality Disorder with Acute case of Paranoia/Schizophrenia
Hometown- Seattle, Washington
Bio-Dylan Brookhaven was never going to be a housewife or good mother. Her parents knew that right off the bat. So to keep from being shamed by their wild childs behavior, they kept her in the basement of their suburban pad. She was prone to outbursts and seriously delusional. You could hear her through the floorboards, talking as if she were conversing with another person. But she was always alone...her parents made sure of that. Around age 13, Dylan had a nervous breakdown that landed her in the hospital when her parents found their little girl lying still on the ground, a bottle of rat poison and child's teacup near by. While in the hospital, doctors were shocked to see a child in that condition with multiple neuroses without a record. They made her go through all kinds of tests and psych visits where she was ultimately diagnosed with schizophrenia and multiple personality disorder. Her disconnect from the world and deprived of human interaction caused Dylan to create a second personality of sorts. You can easily tell who Dylan is by what she is wearing and how she acts. You could be talking to Dylan Brookhaven and suddenly be face to face with Cherry Cherie, british popstar (at least in her delusional mind). Her parents couldn't handle Dylan and so they looked for somewhere that would take her. Welcome to The Sacred Cross Estate, Dylan, escape while you still are able to...
Model- Frida Gustavsson
@clairedear
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Yeah, I'm Dylan..

(left side is Cherry Cherie, right side is Dylan Brookhaven b-dubs :p)
 
Dylan Brookhaven/Cherry Cherie, 22
Illness- Multiple Personality Disorder with Acute case of Paranoia/Schizophrenia
Hometown- Seattle, Washington
Bio-Dylan Brookhaven was never going to be a housewife or good mother. Her parents knew that right off the bat. So to keep from being shamed by their wild childs behavior, they kept her in the basement of their suburban pad. She was prone to outbursts and seriously delusional. You could hear her through the floorboards, talking as if she were conversing with another person. But she was always alone...her parents made sure of that. Around age 13, Dylan had a nervous breakdown that landed her in the hospital when her parents found their little girl lying still on the ground, a bottle of rat poison and child's teacup near by. While in the hospital, doctors were shocked to see a child in that condition with multiple neuroses without a record. They made her go through all kinds of tests and psych visits where she was ultimately diagnosed with schizophrenia and multiple personality disorder. Her disconnect from the world and deprived of human interaction caused Dylan to create a second personality of sorts. You can easily tell who Dylan is by what she is wearing and how she acts. You could be talking to Dylan Brookhaven and suddenly be face to face with Cherry Cherie, british popstar (at least in her delusional mind). Her parents couldn't handle Dylan and so they looked for somewhere that would take her. Welcome to The Sacred Cross Estate, Dylan, escape while you still are able to...
Model- Frida Gustavsson
@clairedear
 
@ocean-blue-xo I think its all here? let me know what you think! Oh and I'll add the link to the boys I have reserved for her
 
top 3 model choices (besides the one I chose)
-Vlada Roskaya (I def. did not spell it right)
-Ginta Lapinta
-Josephine Skriver
 
Story:
 
"Dylan, my dear, where did my rhinestone pumps go? I simply must find them for my interview later!"
 
Cherry looked up from her nails to find that Dylan was not even present. Cherry sighed. She could never rely on Dylan to be there.
 
"Guess I must do everything around here!"
 
Cherry grabbed the areosol hair spray and applied healthy amounts of the hair magic, combing and teasing it. Okay so it isn't magic but to Cherry, life was dull, and she was there to spice it up.
 
Footsteps could be heard getting closer and closer to her room. She made a mad dash in applying one final coat of rouge. Dylan's name was being called out from one very familiar nurse. Cherry rolled her eyes and waited patiently for Miss Russo to enter.
 
"Okay Dyla--" She stopped in the doorway as she took in Cherry's appearance. Cherry thought she looked rather quite fetching in her chiffon number, definitely something to wear for the daytime talk show she was to appear on later that day.
 
"Dylan is not here unfortunately. She's probably off with that cute boy, that little tarte she is." Cherry rolled her eyes and stood up, grabbing her clutch, "Okay, well I'd love to stay and chat but I have things to do, toodooloo!" Cherry tried to walk past the nurse but Miss Russo held out one hand, blocking the doorway.
 
"Dylan, let's go see Dr. Kent shall we?"
 
Cherry was starting to get annoyed, "Open your eyes and look around, Dylan isn't here, now move! I have a talkshow to get to!"
 
Nurse Russo just shook her head and continued to block Cherry from leaving.
 
"I am an international singing sensation Miss Russo! My fans are waiting and I do NOT disappoint!" Cherry's voice started to escalate into diva territory. She grabbed whatever object was closest to her and chucked it at the nurse. Miss Russo just stepped aside, poking her head out into the hall to call for some help. Three burly men came in with one long needle. Cherry shrieked and tried to escape but the room was so tiny that she couldn't. A sharp pain shot through her arm and immediately everything went numb, the silence was growing and the light was so much brighter. Cherry's body slumped into the arms of one of the men.
 
"There there, Dylan, get some rest" was the last thing Cherry heard.
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The light was burning her eyes as she came to. Dylan's eyes starting tearing and her head was pounding. She tried to grab something to wipe her eyes on but she couldn't move. As her sight was regained, Dylan looked around. To her horror, she was in the restraint chair of Dr. Kent's lab. Her wrists strained against the leather straps with sudden panic. Dylan knew it was no use but she resisted anyways.
 
"Ah, Dylan, glad you could join us" Dr Kent said as he scribbled some notes onto a folder which Dylan knew was her record and patient file. "Well now, I see you calmer now and my oh my, you look lovely in that color" He smiled a sickly smile.
 
Dylan looked down in confusion. Her eyes widened at the sight of the pink shirt. "What the hell.." F*cking Cherry Cherie. Dylan wanted to yell in frustration as the realization set in.
 
"Now, as much as I like listening to Cherry sing, we need to make sure that Dylan sticks around" One of the nurses handed him some wires. Dylan knew what was coming and started thrashing at the restraints. Dr. Kent just ignored her outburst as he put wires all over her head and upper chest. "Now Dylan, this will only take a minute..."
 
She could hear her heart beating in her throat as she watched the doctor go over to a control panel with all kinds of switches and buttons. His hand hovered over the dreaded blue button and Dylan closed her eyes tightly, anticipating the pain.
 
The room filled with her shrieks and pleas for the doctor to stop. He did not let up the electrical charge, in fact, he amped up the voltage. Dylan's vision started to get blurry. She could still hear the Doctor as he started asking her questions, well rather, asking Cherry Cherie questions. Dylan's throat was dry and she could not speak, the room got colder and colder before she succumbed to the darkness that was creeping up.

Self explanatory, go!

▷ Lady Kataeri
age; 17
house; Greater House of Demeter
bio; Kataeri holds her foot in the court world with little blood, as her father is just a small, powerless lord on the outskirts of the territory, but with as much force as a hurricane. She is a seductive and manipulative girl who’s absolutely fierce in combat and could drink anyone, skinny girl or brawny boy, under the table. But when guys are around her, they don't need any amount of alcohol to feel infatuated. She radiates a sort of beauty that melts anything in her presence, and Kataeri da'mn well knows it. She's putting the stereotype of relaxed, in tune with nature Demeter house to shame as she parades around in her revealing outfits and daring smile. She's the girl to go to for a fun time with anyone because, really, she doesn't care who you are; she hardly cares what you are. Anything that seems to lead to a good time attracts her attention. Tread carefully, because she has no problem with using boys {or girls, even if a lot of them hate her} for her own enjoyment. But perhaps the most scaring about Kataeri is her past. When she was ten, her mother killed herself in front of her, and she's never perceived the world through a positive eye again. For her, there really is a blackened heart that thumps in her ribcage, and she's just getting started.
collection; http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/collection?id=2431113
model; Jessica Stam
taken by; OPEN
 
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story soon.
Top soon.

@withlove-kirsten @high-fashionista
 
{yolie mccoy}

did you know yolie used to weigh in at over one hundred and fifty pounds, with pimples and braces and acne?

oh my! hard to believe, looking at the beautiful girl in front of us -- but behind the bright blue eyes, the beautiful brown hair, and bright white smiles; lies a girl with serious issues

the most evident: daddy issues

yolie’s a man eater (make you work hard) and has went from one bedroom, to the next you know, she just wants to feel loved?

or prove that someone can love yolie? who knows?

(oh right, me!)

xoxo
fille de bavardage
 
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Top 3 choices:
-penelope thompson
-ryann ellerbe
-carrie evans
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Story:
 
Yolie scoffed at fille de bavardage's words. Love? She is loved every night by some of the hottest and richest men in paris! Daddy issues? The only issue she has with that man is how disgusting of a pig he is. Yolie tossed her iphone aside and went to retrieve a silver tiffany's frame from the shelf. The black and white photo showed a woman in similar build and looks as Yolie. The only difference was the age. Her mother was a beautiful woman and it took no time at all before she caught the eye of a young entrepreneur. One year later, they were married with a baby girl on the way. Life was great for the first year but happiness doesn't last and Yolie's mother soon found out that her husband's love was being passed around to all the young female coworkers in his company. She left him, took all his money and ran off with her little girl. Two years later, she passed from breast cancer. The little Yolie was sent back to her father who by that time had already married a blonde bimbo with a vast family fortune in tail.
 
Realizing she was crying, she quickly rubbed her eyes and carefully placed the photo back on the shelf. She got up to fix her makeup at the vanity by the window. After applying two more coats of mascara, she deemed herself fit to go out in public. She grabbed a pair of Louboutins and was out the door in whirl of chanel perfume.
 
The only good thing her father ever did was supply her with a vast amount of money. She has two separate inheritances, one from her mother and one from her father. Yolie was on her way to Agent Provocateur boutique to purchase something extra special for her date tonight. She was thinking something along the lines of sheer and black. Or would Josh like something more... virgin. She decided she would get both ensembles and she could choose in the heat of the moment. An hour later, Yolie walked out of the boutique with four shopping bags (she just loves lingerie) and a bunch of texts on her phone.
 
From>> Josh Hollis
So I know we had plans to go see that band but I just realized I have too much homework and need to focus on that tonight. sorry, some other night.
 
Yolie eyebrows narrowed as she read between the lines. The text sounded innocent and logical but she knew better. Everyone knew Josh was still heart broken or whatever. Yolie started on making alternative plans for the night. She scrolled through her contacts until she came across someone who would have to do. She was not about to waste a good day's worth of shopping by sitting in her room.
 
To>> Nathaniel Ardo
Dinner and a movie tonight? ;)
 
From>>Nathaniel Ardo
Your codes are too cute. I'll bring the wine and the camera. wear something hot for me ;)
 
Yolie smirked at the text. She had plans now so she could reply to Josh without sounding upset. She never let the men in her life know when she was feeling hurt. She took a deep breath and assumed her normal nonchalant attitude.
 
To>>Josh Hollis
No problem :) Maybe we could get together and study sometime? I might need some help..
 
From>> Josh Hollis
Yeah sure
 
Yolie frowned. The rejection was seeping through her thick emotional walls and she was not happy about it. The sting was familiar and unwanted. Her father routinely liked to make her feel horrible for being alive. Then would give her an extra allowance of $2,000 for a fun night out. Like Yolie said, he's a pig.
 
From>> BBB
Bon Jour! Mon Cherie! I totally adore the french language! Anyways your father sends his love but he won't be able to visit. But don't fret! The girls and I are making a trip to buy the "perfect" prom dress so we MUST get together for dinner!
 
Yolie rolled her eyes. The Blond Bimbo Biitch more commonly known as her stepmother. The one he cheated on her mother with. And now she has to spend an evening with her and the two demon spawn that the BBB gave birth to. Spoiled twins who always spoke text talk and giggled like the fake teens that they were. Yolie calmed down the rage that was boiling underneath her skin before replying
 
To>>BBB
Why is he not coming, he promised! Whatever. Yeah sure, just call me when you are here. I can't believe its prom season already?
 
Typical of her father, she knew weeks ago that he wasn't going to come but knowing for sure sucked just as much.
 
To>> Nathaniel Ardo
Can't wait for tonight, want to grab coffee as well?
 
From>>Nathaniel Ardo
Sure babe, be there in 10
 
Ten minutes later, Yolie was pressed up against Nate in the coffee shop alley. His hands were all over her body, pulling her pants down to her knees. She was soon seeing stars as she cried out and he finished just as she did. They pulled apart and fixed their clothes. Yolie pulled him in for one more kiss before she walked out into the street. See you tonight, she yelled back and with a whip of her brunette hair, she was gone.