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Post by SERAH LIANNE CROSWELL on Apr 24, 2011 6:45:04 GMT -8
It wasn't until Serah Lianne Croswell had been staring at the wall-mounted menu over the sign for McDonalds for a total of six and a half minutes that she realized she wasn't even all that hungry. Spinning around on one heel, she hurried away again, ducking into the bathroom on her way out of the building.
The words carved into the back of the bathroom stall door she just so happened to choose attacked her. DOWN WITH SLUTTY SERAH.
It had been written there by Tianna, she was sure of it. She recognized it; the way that the letters curved and the pressure the girl had clearly put into each and every one of them with her fat black Sharpie. Serah didn't even feel the need to pee anymore; she just stood in the locked bathroom stall, squished between the door and the toilet (these rooms were obviously not made for standing in) and let her eyes wander over every surface in sight. Scratched-in words, written words, they were all there. With widened, horrified eyes, she occupied herself by reading them, unable to leave until she'd read every single word.
DOWN WITH SLUTTY SERAH. Hell to the yeah!! Ew, Serah? I hate her. She slept with my boyfriend. SHE SLEPT WITH MY BOYFRIEND, TOO... I think she slept w/ everyone's BF. She's a whore. I didn't believe that for a while but then I went on a date with this guy & he said she totally is! A LOT OF PPL SAY THAT, LOL. Slutty Serah should go die in a hole. R U kidding? A hole is 2 good 4 her :)
What would it take for people to read between the lines that Tianna wrote on? See behind all the lies she came up with and see Serah for someone untainted by every word that came out of Tianna's mouth? Was that so hard? She was sure that when people saw her on the street, all they saw was writing covering every inch of skin that was visible in any way at all. I'm Slutty Serah. I come onto every guy who gets within five feet of me. I write porn. Tianna told everyone my biggest secret, which is that I peed in my sleeping bag in the fifth grade... Why did people have to be so stupid that they couldn't figure out that nobody risking their social status to talk to Slutty Serah meant that she'd never even been kissed?
To her horror, Serah found that there were tears rolling down her cheeks now. She would wash them away in the sink; there was nobody in here, anyways. She would be able to hear them if there was. Without even bothering to wipe any teardrops away, she snapped back the lock and hurried across the bathroom to the sink, staring at herself in the mirror as she waited for the water to get cold enough for comfort. Desperately, she searched for what other people claimed to see. Where was Slutty Serah? All she could see was just Serah, just her, no extra words.
The door to the bathroom was pushed open very, very suddenly; Serah started, snapping her head around to look at the newcomer. She must have looked very strange, indeed -- perfectly normal, aside from the endless tears slipping down her cheeks.
tagged; open (but preferably a girl because it's a girl's washroom)
word count; too lazy to count
wearing; this lovely outfit here
muse; don't waste your time, kelly clarkson
notes; anyone? anyone?
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Post by SHONA DILLARDS on May 9, 2011 15:16:45 GMT -8
Shona entered the small McDonald's bathroom, struggling slightly to open the thick door. As soon as she managed to shove it open, she was shocked to see. . . could it be? Serah Lianne Croswell? Of course it was. Shona could see Serah's designer heels. Her tearstained face, though, was what really shocked Shona.
"Serah?" She said softly, pulling a crumpled up -- but clean -- napkin she'd snagged from the McDonald's register counters. Shona could see that it had come in handy -- especially for someone who's been teased and bullied by their entire life. At least, it seemed that way to Shona.
Serah was mostly considered a slut in school, and almost everyone (not the cheerleaders or guys, anyways) hated her. They called her several things behind her back. But Shona had always stayed quiet. She knew that there was more to a person than there seemed.Shona always saw the best in people, no matter how 'slutty' or how much of a jerk they seemed. It was easy to just overlook a person's personality or insides and go for the way they looked. Maybe, if Shona was nice to Serah, then they'd get to be friends or something. Her thoughts automatically ran back to everything that the students back at school always said about Serah.
Fuck Serah. She'd a total bitch. she's a jerk, too. There were worse things said, of course. But Shona shuddered involuntarily at the though of reliving everything that the cruel students had said behind Serah's back.
"Serah?" Shona said again. "What's wrong? any bold parts without quotes around them are things that describe Shona's personality <3 word count;; 261 before I edited it. Too lazy to count now <3 outfit;; black skinny jeans, designer brown jacket by chanel, aqua blue aero tank, g-stage heels my muse;; none, love[/blockquote] |
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Post by SERAH LIANNE CROSWELL on May 19, 2011 19:53:09 GMT -8
It was strange, the way Serah's mind worked. The first thing she thought was, I know her. And the second thing that came to mind was an image of the wooden surface of the desk in her apartment, a single piece of lined paper laid out before her, and her pencil whispering over the page, listing everything about her in point form, like she was a character Serah was planning.
• Shona Dillards
• sixteen years old
• brown hair, brown eyes
• black skinny jeans
• designer jacket, ocean-coloured shirt underneath
• high heels
• surprised, very surprised
"Serah?" asked Shona Dillards softly. Like she didn't know who Slutty Serah was. She would have laughed if it had been appropriate in this sort of situation -- not that Serah knew exactly what sort of situation laughing would work in. She wasn't good with people -- she didn't know how to act around other life-forms. All she knew how to do was manipulate them on the page, make them do what she wanted just by simply writing. Words were beautiful things.
At least, some words.
Not the ones that people wrote or spoke about her -- but she thought the ones that flowed from the soft grey lead of her pencil almost 24/7 were. Beautiful, that is.
Shona Dillards held out a crumpled off-white napkin in her direction. Like she didn't care who Serah was. Ha. That, thought Serah hysterically, was funny. If Tianna had been in this crappy little McDonald's bathroom, she would have hurried into a bathroom stall to add a little snippet of information about Shona Dillards, too, and the whole of Pacific Oaks High would know whatever snippet she chose by the end of the day. Shona Dillards' social status of quiet and nearly-invisible would go down the drain, and by Monday she would be regarded as that weirdo who's nice to Slutty Serah.
Wasn't it nice, to have graduated?
But it wasn't like Serah could ever escape. Escape was impossible. Vancouver was like a cage at the zoo, and Serah was pacing behind the bars; the cage door was open, but she was too afraid to step out and get her freedom. She'd lived for so long in that cage, she didn't know how the outside world worked. Not well enough to go there.
"Serah?" mumbled Shona Dillards when it seemed as though Serah wasn't going to say anything. "What's wrong?"
She ignored the crumpled-up McDonald's napkin in the younger girl's hand. If she still went to Pacific Oaks High, this girl wouldn't even be making an effort -- Serah was, at least, sure of that. She shrugged, kaleidoscope eyes glinting a little under the bright fluorescent lights. "Nothing," she said, but her voice came out in a choked whisper. "I'm... I'm fine." With one tiny hand, she wiped away the glittering tear tracks from her cheeks and turned to look at herself in the mirror, blinking. "I don't want the napkin," she added awkwardly.
tagged; shona dillards
word count; too lazy to count
wearing; this lovely outfit here
muse; don't stop believing, journey
notes; finally found time to reply :)
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Post by SHONA DILLARDS on May 23, 2011 15:42:28 GMT -8
 ![]() PICTURE GOES HEREEEg [/IMG] 
Shona nodded and tucked the napkin into her back pocket. The room was starting to get tense, but that didn't matter. . . Shona just wanted to see what was going on with Serah. She had a pretty good idea what was going on inside the other girl's head: what the hell? why is this kid offering me a napkin? doesn't she know i don't mingle with younger kids? seriously! But she didn't care. Besides, if nothing was the matter, why would Serah be standing in a McDonald's restroom, crying in her high heels and fancy clothes? That didn't seem like everything was okay to Shona. "It doesn't look like you're okay." Shona knew she was intruding, of course, but she had nothing better to do -- so why not spend her time standing by the McDonald's bathroom stall with a crying slut of the school? To her it seemed like a pretty easy choice. Besides, her parents were at home, making it even more obvious that going back there was a terrible choice. And she just didn't feel like going back to the hotel. Whenever she tried to fall asleep, terrifying images of her life haunted her -- her parents fighting, screaming at eachother, and little Shona sobbing in the corner. . Shona shuddered away from the memories. There was absoltuely no reason to remember what had happened that day and now was not the time to do it.
[/center] WORDS! words
STATUS!complete
TAGS! serah (:
NOTES! sorry it's a bit shorter than usual; didn't have time to add more to it. had to get to work with my staffing duties (:
INSPIRATION! inspiration need no heed.
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! "Mine" by Taylor Swift
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Post by SERAH LIANNE CROSWELL on May 31, 2011 19:56:21 GMT -8
Nodding slowly, Shona Dillards hid the napkin away in the back pocket of her midnight-coloured jeans, where it was sure to get a million more wrinkles before getting to see the light again. "It doesn't look like you're okay," she said finally. Clearly, she wasn't going to give up.
Serah shrugged, unwilling to admit anything. Reaching over to pull a piece of paper towel from the dispenser, she quickly wiped the tears away from under her eyes, gaze fixed on her reflection in the tiny mirror. It was a long time before she said anything -- she even tried to forget that the younger girl was there, to busy herself with running her fingers through her hair and working out all the tangles, wetting another paper towel to wash off her makeup.
Finally, she turned away from the mirror and was almost startled that Shona was still standing there, watching her. "It doesn't matter," she said dismissively. "You probably shouldn't care."
tagged; shona dillards
word count; too lazy to count
wearing; this lovely outfit here
muse; mine, taylor swift
notes; finally found time to reply :)
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