` we left without questioning

[Jaqueline Mars]

I'LL GO WITH THE IGNORANCE - EAT, SLEEP FUCK AND FLEE
( IN FOUR WORDS THAT'S ME )

beep beep beep beep!

A loud, rather obnoxious alarm clock rang through Jack Mar's head, her bright red hair buried beneath black sheets as she tried her very best to ignore the fact that it was time for her to get out of bed. She groaned out of laziness, her hand coming out from under her blankets as her fist slammed down on the alarm clock, killing the god awful sound that was coming from it's speakers. Her hand dropped to the side of her bed, arm hanging over as she lay still for a few more minutes before sitting up. "I hate that fucking thing," she murmured to herself, her hair a mess and her clothes wrinkled. It was 8AM, Jack knowing it was time for her to get up and go for her morning run but dreaded every minute of it. Summertime was off season for hockey, not to mention school in general. It made Jack want to do nothing but go out and party, which she did the night before ( probably why she had such a hard time getting out of bed this morning ). But she knew that if she didn't at lest run every weekday morning she was going to get out of shape, and when tryouts came around again for the school's hockey team she would be a step behind everyone else.

Swinging one leg over the side of the bed followed by the other Jack got to her feet and went to her dresser drawers, pulling out a pair of boy's basketball shirts and a white tank top that read 'Lucford University Hockey' in blue print on it. Not the most fashionable clothes but Jack was never one for fashion anyways. Besides, she was going to be running not making a fashion statement. She got dressed quickly, putting on her socks before heading into the bathroom and brushing her teeth, pulling her hair back into a neat ponytail and catching her reflection in the mirror. She looked alright, she supposed. She was going to be in public but if they didn't like the way she looked then they can go to hell. Jack grinned to herself, remembering the rather attractive girl who normally runs around the same time as she and in the same area. Last time they ran into each other she managed to get her number (score!) but never actually called. She hoped today wouldn't be the day she ran into her, that would just make this morning suck even more.

Putting on her shoes Jack exited her dorm room, grabbing a bottle of water she had by the door she ran down the stairs to the first floor, passing by a few of her friends on the way out. She lived in a co-ed dorm, so all the athletes who were up doing something similar to her were leaving or just coming back to shower. Jack got a few high fives, a hello and even a slap on the ass - something she was use to with the football players - and started on her way to the park, her favorite running area. She jogged most of the way there, only picking up the pace when she actually reached the Park. She stopped when she felt the need, taking sips of her H2O as she saw fit. The more she jogged/ran the more she woke up, the warm summer air filling her lungs.

Jack's run lasted for about an hour, she finally calling it quits when her legs just didn't want to run anymore. She stopped near a bench, bending over so that her hands were resting on her knees. Sweaty and tired, Jack let out a yawn as she took a seat on the bench, enjoying the scenery around her. A few people continued to run their own routes, as well as some college students doing their walk of shame. She spotted one girl in particular who was wearing a Balston University shirt. She gave a disgusted look, her competitive nature getting the better of her. She thought for a moment, trying to think of what to say or do. Picking up a small rock Jack grinned. "Fuck Balston!" she called in her direction, throwing the rock and hitting her in the back of the head. The girl turned immediately, looking in Jack's direction. She scowled, started shouting at her as Jack just mocked her, moving her hands as if it was talking rather than her, making a stupid face as she did so. The Balston-ite, as Jack liked to call them, got fed up and continued walking. Jack laughed to herself. "That's right, keep walking!" she called after her, the girl paying no attention as she continued on her way.

What a successful morning.

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`status; Done! Closed for Kain with Kovu! <3 kinda crappy haha sorry ;__;
` lyrics; the futile - say anything

[Kovu "Archer" Xavier]

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AND WHEN THE DEAD WALK THE EARTH.

My nature of sleep was something that I needed probably more than air itself. Either way, I knew that I should have probably stayed home and slept, but no. I was out pretty much all night and spent the rest of the night that I couldn’t sleep, sitting there and worked on some little issues about the cocaine addiction I had. And I sat there with slight curiosity all night about working on a new little poem. Yes, I did poetry. And I did know that most guys thought that I was a pansy or some shit like that. It’s not like I was nervous about being a poet, it was just the baggage that came with it. It seemed like poetry was something that people considered to be lame in our day in age. Yet I could sit here with little to no inspiration and have a paper and pencil in front of me and just start writing my soul out in simple ways. In more than one way. The best part being that no one had to see it, no one had to understand it in my own way because everyone else would understand it and apply it to themselves instead of me. That was what I loved about poetry. That and I could write something and leave it taped to my walls. Then again, that was probably why I had over three walls filled almost entirely with poems I had written over a year.

The newest one I had I named “Keeper” etching it huge in the huge margin of the lined paper. The rest of the words simplifying what I felt like. “Keeper of Saints, Keeper of Sins; revolutionize the way we live. I lost my love to the devil.” It was something simple yet something so powerful to me. To the point that when I finally felt satisfied, I took a deep breath, left my paper and pencils scattered around everywhere and stepped out on my porch of my apartment; looking out across the rooftops along the city lights and simply took the sunrise and warm Outlier air to rid me of my sleep deprivation. After a few minutes, I grabbed my Zippo lighter and a Marlboro Smooth cigarette, and began to down just one for the small buzz. After a few minutes, I felt fine. Not tired, not hungry, nothing. Just a slightly lightheaded feeling because of the smokes, but that wasn’t anything unusual. It was all part of my morning routine, I guess you could say.

Once I was done with the whole cigarettes and enjoying the outside air, I went ahead and started a pot of coffee before slipping into the shower for a bit to clean up myself from the night before. After getting done with the shower; I went ahead and got ready. Letting my hair air dry, since it dried semi straight, I added some eyeliner to my eyes to hide my dark circles, and I proceeded to do my horrible habit. Going in and finding my cocaine in my hiding place; I took a bit longer getting ready to get my addiction underway. It didn’t take long at all, but I was done and I felt almost three hundred percent better. I lightly smiled to myself before making a cup of coffee and taking the next ten minutes or so to tape the poem to my wall and finish my cup of coffee and get dressed entirely. Then, suddenly I had the urge to go take a walk. Taking a few moments, I looked down at my dog that had been sleeping the entire time since he was up all night with me; and I proceeded to grab his leash and collar. At the little jingle of the chain against the collar and leash, his ears lifted and he instantly jumped up to me. I couldn’t help but to laugh. He was a big tan/chestnut Pharaoh Hound. I named him Anubis because of the fact that he was Egyptian and all. I loved this little guy. He was the only family I really had that I could consider mine and be happy.

It didn’t take long to get Anubis and I ready. We headed straight for the park before spotting some people walking along. I kept to myself a lot, mostly for the fact that I didn’t want people to get to know me too much. I loved people, but only a certain amount of people could I handle. Anubis was juts like me in that way. He was content with people but wouldn’t run up to meet them. He stayed by my side. If it wasn’t for leash laws, I could have him off a leash and he’d always be next to me. Just goes to show who your owner and life resides on, right? I had always taken care of him since we ran from Chicago a while ago. Anubis was going to be one of the fight dogs that my parents also did. But he was my best friend at the time, and I couldn’t leave him to be killed. So here he was with me, content and happy as could be.

My attention got drawn back to me as Anubis slightly growled. My bright grey green eyes flickered up to see some girl wearing shorts and looking all Luxford-y with the whole attitude toward someone I recognized that went to my college. I raised my little eyebrow, letting the girl continue to taunt the poor little Balston girl before she left and the red head commented on it. “Wow, kid, you’re seriously mature. School doesn’t start for another few days. Can’t we just walk in peace, there Missy?” I asked calmly, my gaze residing on the girl. I wasn’t too far away from but not too close to either. Anubis had calmed down and just stood with a cautious gaze. Keeping his bright golden eyes on the girl, not even taking them off for a bird like he usually would. My words had a gentle tendency to them until the end when it became a playful mocking, in a sense.

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ALL THE LIVING WILL FILL THESE COFFINS.

tagged; Jack Mars
notes; sorry for the crappiness <3 oh, and here’s a picture of what Anubis looks like! clickmeh! :3
translation; --
inspiration; London in terror – motionless in white.

[Jaqueline Mars]

WHERE'S YOUR GRAVEL? YOUR JURY?
( WHAT'S MY OFFENSE THIS TIME? )

It was no secret that Jack Mars had an attitude problem. She liked to cause friction, not to mention she was going to do what she wanted when she wanted and no one was going to stop her. She's been judged, she's been hated and she's been on the receiving end of hateful words and gay-prejudice acts just as much as she has been dishing it out (well, not the gay part). Right now wasn't going to be any different, not to mention she has had her own friction with the Balson-ites before. She was that stereotypical jock, something that some people loved and most people hated about her. Picking fights with the competition was just something she enjoyed doing and she'd be damned if someone was going to scold her for it.

As she sat on the bench her attention was caught by some guy walking a dog. When he said something to her about her taunting and rock throwing she snorted - literally snorted - and was trying to figure out why he was the one judging her for her actions. She blew a piece of red hair out of her eyes while she brought her hands up and made her hands in the shape of 'guns,' her pointer finger pointing at the Marilyn Manson wanna-be while her thumb was straight up. "RAAAAAAAAAAANT," she said - more like made a sound - while her hands moved like she was 'shooting,' him with her finger guns. She didn't give a flying fuck what he thought or said to her, only letting her hands fall back down to her lap as she grinned, obviously not taking him seriously at all. He must of been a Balston-ite too, which meant he wasn't really worth the time of her putting him down. But she was going to anyways. "Cute dog," she grinned cheekily, eyeing the rather nasty looking dog. She definitely wasn't a dog person.

Sighing, Jack finally spoke something that was somewhat important. "Listen Rocky Raccoon, keep walking," she started, motioning her hand as if she was shooing him away. She wasn't even looking at him, her eyes staring focused on the other people who were walking by. "Explain to me how this concerns you in the slightest. Cause' I don't remember throwing a rock at you. So beat it," she snapped, eyes finally floating to him as she smile sweetly at him, getting to her feet for a moment and doing some stretches. She was loving every second of it. She wasn't scared nor was she going to back down. But she should get back to her dorms soon, her getting up and stretching made her eventual departure evident.

The fire red head looked back to him, knowing he would have something to say no doubt. She did just verbally insult him and pick a fight for almost no reason. What other reason does she need other then he being from Balston? Pulling out a quote from a long lost friend, Jack put her hand up in attempts to keep him from saying anything before she could get her last insult in. "And please, before you start to say anything just realize that Your shallow ideals are about as useless as the gnats in my eyes" she quoted, wishing that her old pen pal was around for this. He would have loved his work being used in a battle like this, though she was sure he wouldn't approve of her picking fights.
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`status; BAHAH. This is so much fun <3 sorry it's short, but I like it haha
` lyrics; ignorance - paramore
`inspiration; ignorance - paramore
` quote; Your shallow ideals are about as useless as the gnats in my eyes. - august burns red, speech impediment

[Kovu "Archer" Xavier]

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OUR WORST WOUNDS WE INFLICT UPON OURSELVES.

Mimicking Anubis, I allowed my grey green eyes to scan over the girl with slight hostility. Her actions of the little finger guns were almost amusing. Her little noise, whatever you wanted to call it, was way too entertaining. “Raaaaaaaant!” was all I heard before I let a calm laugh escape my pierced lips. “You’re cool.” I cocked my eyebrow playfully, almost completely amused that this chick was trying her hardest to hurt me. I couldn’t be hurt. I was way too strong on the outside, I had to be. I was almost positive nothing would get under this thick leather layer of skin. “Cute dog.” Her voice was mocking, and I knew it. I just shrugged it off. “Yeah. He’s great at eating cats.” A small smirk lined my lips, letting my lip rings glint in the light.

Finally it felt as if she was about to give up. “Listen Rocky Raccoon, keep walking. Explain to me how this concerns you in the slightest. ‘Cause I don’t remember throwing a rock at you, so beat it.” I visibly rolled my eyes. “It concerns me because of a stupid little childish school rivalry could get someone hurt. That’s the last thing this place needs is bloodshed. Trust me. I’ve—” Getting cut off from an important phrase I was about to finish, I let my piercing eyes stick to her when she threw her hands up and went ahead and began talking. My eyes showing slight frustration and emotion in annoyance. “And please, before you start to say anything just realize that your shallow ideals are about as useless as the gnats in my eyes.” I opened my mouth to say something before the last thing she said stopped me in my tracks.

“Wait, what the fuck..? what the hell did you just say? Your shallow ideals are about as useless as the gnats in my eyes?” The phrase flipped over and over in my head, knowing it was something I came up with. The only person I ever shared it with was a friend that I wrote to from high school… Surely no one else had a mind like mine to write that. I was a poet, after all.. every poet is different. I allowed my mind to try and recall that very paragraph… I was trying to put two and two together.. if I said the very phrase that she did, with the ending that I had wrote myself and sent to my pen pal, maybe she would recognize it. If she did, holy fuck. My mind was blown.

I cleared my throat and let my gaze land on the firey redhead with curiosity and confusion as I finished the very poem I wrote and shared with one person. One person alone. “Your shallow ideals are about as useless as the gnats in my eyes. wake up. Put your heart where your mouth is..”

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I AM AS HOLLOW AS MY WILLINGNESS TO LET GO.

tagged; Jack Mars
notes; WOOO. Iloveit. :D
translation; --
inspiration; London in terror – motionless in white.

[Jaqueline Mars]

I WONT BE SPEECHLESS WHEN I
( CONFRONT YOU ON MY KNEES )

As this scary look guy started talking to Jack about violence she merely rolled her eyes, having been far too familiar with it. Some people would have thought that having her history with prejudice and stupid pointless fights she wouldn't be one to instigate them. But Jack was such a competitive person, and proud of her school and the things she did for it. Softball, hockey, volleyball are just some of the sports she plays at the school - not to mention for Hockey she plays on the boys team. She was accustom to breaking balls and taking names. Not to mention Sky, one of Jack's only girl friends loved to play pranks on Balston with her. If she remembered correctly, they spray painted something right on the front of the library last term - hell if she remembered what it was. Either way it was just a way of life, and before this guy started preaching to her about violence against Balston she was ready to snap at him.

When Jack first got to Luxford as a fresher she had a relatively bad experience with some of the students from Balston. She wasn't sure why they decided she was the prime target in their attack but it was something she never forgot. There was a religious group that lived on campus at Balston who caught wind of Jack, the basically lesbian girl from Luxford when she played against their hockey team and didn't let them score one goal. It was the only time she played that season, but it definitely had its repercussion. She woke up the next day with a cross pray painted on the grass in front of her dorm room, the words 'you'll burn in hell, faggot' written underneath it. Jack had been the center of such crimes before, but never something that drastic. It was at that point she was sure to make every Balston-ite's life a living hell if she could get away with it. Not to mention it was a lot of fun.

She snickered when Archer was taken back by what she had said. Looks like those powerful words struck him hard, and she loved every minute of it. She crossed her arms, smiling at him in that 'suck it, bitch,' face that she was so famous for. She only wished her old friend was here - god how she missed him. They have been through so much together, his poetic genius would have came in handy right about now. Jack's smug look slowly faded from her face when this stranger repeated what she had said, only actually finished the poem. She arched her eyebrow, arms falling to her side as she approached him, letting her small figure get to about 5 inches from his. She took in his appearance, trying to cross the image of this guy now to Archie.

She spotted a lot of similarities. She gasped, hands coming over her mouth before she shrieked "GET THE FUCK OUT!" she said, using both hands to push him back out of shock. It was him. It was really him. "Archie?" she questioned, knowing he hated the nickname that she gave him but she didn't really care. She always called him that and she always would. "What the hell are you doing here? Why did you stop writing me - WHERE DID YOU DISAPPEAR TO?" she demanded, asking all kinds of questions. He probably felt bombarded at this point, but Jack wanted answers.
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`status; >:D I love RPing jack <3
` lyrics; sailing - michael greenberg
`inspiration; falling away with you - muse