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Post by FLOPSAY, on Mar 7, 2012 18:23:28 GMT -5
The tall girl sat huddled on her bed, her blue eyes only slightly opened. She had just woken up from one of her naps, something she did often. Mostly out of boredom. Nothing exciting was ever going to happen here. Of course, unless you count the experiments. That's not something she looked forward too.
Ever since they started, her back problems simply got worse. She couldn't see very well in the dark. She didn't know her own strength anymore and last but not least...
Captain had not gone away yet.
She slowly sat up, looking around curiously. She had made a deal with one of the guards. She was one of the more well behaved patients, so as a reward she got different candies, books and cigarettes. She was also given a small box of matches. They had nothing to worry about. Ziggy was nowhere close to a pyro. She just wanted a fag every now and then.
She lit a cigarette, exhaling happily as she cracked open the book she had been reading. She had been reading some book that would never interest her, but reading was reading when you were stuck on an island. It was some viking folklore fiction book. Interesting, just not something she would read normally.
She wasn't very picky now a days though.
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Post by ~~Fleur-chan~~ on Mar 7, 2012 21:23:14 GMT -5
The smell of smoke had drawn the young pyro out of her room. What could be producing such a lovely thing in this horrid place? She had to find out. Even if this was one of her darkest days, fire never lost its destructive appeal.
Slowly, she made her way down the hall, face half covered by her messy, matted hair, leaving it in black, bottomless shadows. Blood tricked from fresh wound on her arm. Her footsteps were slow and deliberate. It almost looked like something out of a horror film.
Finally, she found where the smoke was coming from. The young woman peered into the room, just barely looking around the door frame. Another woman, maybe the same age as herself was sitting in the room, smoking a cigarette. That was not near as eventful as she had hopped, but the didn't stop her from watching.
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Post by FLOPSAY, on Mar 7, 2012 21:40:23 GMT -5
The dark haired female licked her thumb, turning the page. She read along the pages quickly, her blue eyes completely focused. Her cigarette in her free hand came up to her lips every once in awhile, allowing her to take a relaxing inhale of the sweet, cancerous smoke.
She smiled slightly, not at the words on the page but at the curious soul that lurked by her door, watching her cigarette smoke. She sighed, taking another inhale. "I know you are there, sweetie. You can come in if you want." She said with a soft, kind tone.
She then read the last sentence on the page, bookmarked it then put it under her pillow for safe keeping. She hide everything in safe spots, all of them changed. Though, her books always went under the pillow because books weren't as big as a deal. Now matches and cigarettes? That was a big deal. "What's your name?" She asked, cigarette hanging from her mouth.
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Post by ~~Fleur-chan~~ on Mar 7, 2012 21:49:23 GMT -5
Her eye twitched when the woman spoke to her. Still, she needed to try to be friendly. Slowly she stepped in, letting the room's occupant see her in the eerie state she was in. She never spoke, or moved far from the door. She just stood there, staring out of one eye at the cigarette.
Finally, it dawned on her that the woman had asked her name. Though she never moved her eyes to meet the other woman's, but she answered nonetheless. "Fleur." Came the dark, simple answer. She didn't speak anymore than that. After all, with this personality, talking was a no-no.
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Post by FLOPSAY, on Mar 7, 2012 21:54:35 GMT -5
She smiled and crossed her legs. Her hair was brushed, but still tangled. Her hair was so thick that it was hard to managed. It had also grown longer with her stay at the island, causing her to have many split ends as well. She looked as kept as she could at the moment. She finished her cigarette, putting it out on the wall. She then hide the cigarette butt somewhere in the room. This time she put it in a crack in the wall. She was very paranoid that she would be chosen for testing again, so she tried to make it look like she didn't need to be here.
Maybe she would get sent home.
Ziggy smiled at the name, trying to push away the awkward feeling. "I'm Ziggy. You have a beautiful name, Fleur." She commented, looking away for a moment. "I was just named Ziggy Janis. What a strange name for a girl. I suppose that's what happens when your parents are old heads." She shrugged.
She wanted to say something, but she thought it wasn't the time. Fleur and Ziggy were very similar.
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