over &&over again --open

[oliver marcus wright]

One minute you're on top •••

••• Next you're not, missed your shot

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"I don't belong here," the eighteen-year-old brunette grumbled to himself for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. Oliver didn't think he was insane, no way in hell he was. Perfect, that's what he was- what he had to be, wanted to be. All of those psychiatrists were wrong, so, so wrong. He would be able to tell if there was something wrong with him, wouldn't he? They just called it 'denial', the bastards. Why wouldn't they just listen to him- believe him? After they started thinking he was insane, no one believed what he said anymore. Though considering how much he lied, it was probably a smart of them. Not that he'd ever admit he lied, he'd never admit anything if he could help it.

Where he should really be was home, helping his father. Then again, his father had been the one to send him there. But it didn't matter, the man needed help because of his mother's- no. He wasn't about to start thinking about it, what had happened to his mother. That was the reason he was here actually, in the library. The teen wanted to get his mind off of things and away from people, this seemed like the perfect place to do just that. Not many came in here, and it was relatively easy to avoid any that did.

Currently, Oliver was just walking along, looking at a row of books full of titles he didn't recognize, one or two weren't even in English. Sighing, he picked one up at random and held it in hand as he went to sit at one of the few tables that were set up. Although as he got close to them, he paused and frowned at seeing a very thin layer of dust across the surface. "This place is so filthy," he muttered beneath his breath. As usual, he was wearing clean clothes and his skin had practically been rubbed raw in the shower, cleanliness being one of the things he values most. It was a bit of a hassle really, considering how disgusting the institution was. Sighing, he decided to just remain standing, cautiously brushing some imaginary dust off the books cover as well. Looking around, he spotted a portion of the wall that at least looked clean. He made his way over there and leaned against it, opening the book so blue eyes could begin to read over the boring lines of text.

Oh well, a distraction was a distraction, after all.

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Notes, Wanna play?
Word Count, 418
Lyrics, Linkin Park[/font]

[dane ryan bradshaw]

causing problems makes you famous

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allthis VIOLENCE makesastatement[/size]

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Wandering around the asylum grounds didn't really make Dane any happier to be here. So what if it was 'the best place to send your crazy kid'? Nothing seemed very special. And he didn't enjoy how many people seemed to look his way. He didn't want anyone looking at him, and he was getting extremely tired of walking around in the sun. This is a goddamn mental house, why is the sun shining anyway?! Dane wanted to be out of here. Where was somewhere that all the quiet people who didn't like the outside went? Not the roof. Or the basement, ew. Wait...the library, of course!

When the realization of it hit Dane, he practically sprinted to the library. There had to be something to do in there, right? There were tons of books to look at, and he's in love with reading. But the second he opened the door, cold air blasted him in the face and his eyes had to adjust to how dark it was. Why the hell was it so cold in here? Did they not have a heating system or what? Wow, what a great place to spend thousands of dollars on just to have a cold library! Of course, he's so underweight that he's cold no matter what the temperature, so he really couldn't complain.

He shuffled toward the back, shivering and rubbing the sleeves of his sweatshirt. All the books looked nasty and dirty, so he didn't really feel like picking them up to be showered in gross things. Dane continued to look at the ground and walk along slowly until he came to a pair of feet in front of him. He blinked and slowly looked up to find a guy standing in front of him reading a book while leaning against the wall. He immediately wanted to just turn and keep walking, but would it really kill him to try to start a conversation? The guy looked normal enough, and everyone here was crazy anyway, so there wasn't that much room to judge. "Uh, hi," he said, "I'm...Dane?"

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WORDCOUNT;; 353
TAGS;; oliver!
NOTES;; uh-oh spaghetti-o.
CREDIT;; Credit for this template goes to
CASEY is CHTHONIC ! at CAUTION! 2.0
Don't remove it, or I'll have to eat your soul.

[oliver marcus wright]

One minute you're on top •••

••• Next you're not, missed your shot

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Holy hell, could they make a book anymore boring than whatever it was that he was reading? It actually wasn't so much that it was boring, more like he couldn't understand half of it, didn't have the patience to. Did he pick up the oldest book there? Seemed like it, the text could hardly be called English with the practically ancient dialect it used. No wonder whichever library that used to own it didn't want it anymore. Grumbling some obscenities beneath his breath, he glared at the book as it has personally wronged him, had someone caused one of the problems that he wouldn't admit having. Well, at least he did succeed in one thing, getting his mind off his usual troubles. Now he was just pissed off at this poor book.

Just as he was able to put it down, too frustrated to even try reading any further, a timid voice brought him out of his small slump. "Dane- you sure that's your name?" The brunette snapped back with an eyebrow cocked, as if asking if the other was being serious. It was rude of him really, to make fun of how unsure the kid sounded. His anger that had been redirected to the book was now redirected again to an innocent bystander. Though he quickly caught onto his little slip up, and a sheepish, somewhat fake smile appeared on his lips. "Ah, sorry about that," he apologized while rubbing the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his.

"Oliver's my name, or Ollie. Either works," the teen kept a smile up as he tried to salvage the situation. Being mean to someone that didn't deserve it was definitely against his rather lengthy code of conduct, along with many other things he liked to avoid doing. "What're you doing in here anyway?" Changing the subject seemed like the best thing to do at the moment, he didn't want to get caught up on a little mistake he made. Besides, he wasn't the type to make mistakes, he wasn't supposed to slip up. No surrie, not him. Even if the question was quite obvious, it was better than nothing.

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Notes, Yay for anger issues?
Word Count, 360
Lyrics, Linkin Park[/font]

[dane ryan bradshaw]

causing problems makes you famous

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allthis VIOLENCE makesastatement[/size]

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When the guy looked up at him, Dane automatically wanted to shoot himself for even talking to him in the first place. He had already annoyed the guy and he only said 'hi'! He said nothing for a second, then said very quietly, "I'm sure that's my name, yes." Goddamn, he felt so stupid. Dane felt his eyes water and blinked several times quickly. No way was he going to cry infront of him too! He'd already embarrassed himself enough by asking a question of what his name was. He wanted to escape, but there seemed like nowhere to go.

When the man apologized and introduced himself as Oliver, Dane looked at him strangely for a moment. Was he biploar or what? Snapping at him and then being all smiles was certainly something a bipolar person would do, but he really didn't seem like the type. Oliver looked well dressed and very...what's the word for it...polished? It was kind of saddening just to stand next to him. Compared to Dane, Oliver was like a king. Dane dressed in skinny jeans with holes in them, ratty converse, and a large dark blue sweatshirt. He looked like a homeless person.

Dane snapped out of his trance when he realized that he had been asked a question. 'What am I doing here?' he thought, trying to figure out something interesting to say. But did Oliver mean the library or the asylum in general? Well. If he just told him why he was in the library, he might get bored and walk away. But then again, if he told him about the asylum, he would think he's a fuck up and walk away. It was a lose/lose situation, so he thought he might as well give him something to think about.

"I'm at the asylum because my boyfr-...guy friend ditched me, and I have seperation issues so that didn't turn out so well because it triggered my eating disorder and I couldn't take it so my mom sent me here because she thinks I need it but I really don't," he said in a huge sentence, words tripping into one and another and sounding like a big mush. That actually didn't seem so bad to Dane. It honestly sounded to him like his mother misunderstood how mild the situation was, so maybe Oliver wouldn't walk away after all! "What...are you here for?" Dane asked quietly, hoping that he wouldn't get mad that he asked.

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WORDCOUNT;; 409
TAGS;; oliver!
NOTES;; dane's such a loser. xD
CREDIT;; Credit for this template goes to
CASEY is CHTHONIC ! at CAUTION! 2.0
Don't remove it, or I'll have to eat your soul.