Makedamnsure; -- [Eboni/Dessa]

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ALL OUT OF FUCKS TO GIVE TODAY

As Emoris Blakewood strutted down the hallways of Dynasty Prep her smoked out blue eyes her a glint of mischief in them. Her exaggerated hip shimmy had the eyes of all the boys trained on the ghost of a tattoo peeking from her pelvic bone, and a bra with a lacy, see-through shirt was all that covered her upper body. Her layered black hair floated gently behind her as she wove her way through the crowds of students. A few girls spiteful glared at her, and one went so far as to slap her boyfriend. She flipped off that particular bitch and continued along her way. She was supposed to be having a class soon, but instead she had plans to meet her brother in the basement of the school. Her lips twitched in the hint of a smirk as she skirted the teachers in their doorways and headed down the back staircase.

She hid in the girl's bathroom and lit up a cigarette as she waited for the late bell to ring, standing on a chair by the window to allow the smoke to flitter out of it instead of looming in the room. She leaned against the wall and made hearts and rings with her mouth as the smoke curled from her deep red painted lips. By the time she'd finished her cigarette the late bell had rung and she'd timed five minutes, enough time for all the teachers to shut their doors and get in front of their classes.

She sprayed a little perfume which more or less mingled with the smoke scent on her skin instead of covering it up and made her smell eerily similar to a florist on fire. She leaned over after tossing her stubbed out cigarette out of the window and pulled her hair into a messy knot piled on her head. After checking out her appearance in the mirror she headed down the hallway and took a left at the end, coming to the second set of steps that led to the basement. The cool air wafting up made small goosebumps appear on her arms and chest, though she quickly shrugged off the nervous feeling she seemed to get in dark, dark places. Rolling her eyes at her own stupidity she quietly walked down the steps that seemed to creak and moan with every click of her heels.

It didn't take long for her to realize she was in sheer and utter darkness. Feeling her way along the walls she couldn't seem to find the damned light switch. Finally her fingers touched the face plate, and what do you know, the stupid light was burned out. She sighed and tripped over something, slamming her elbow into the wall.

"Son of a bitch! Ow!" She hissed irritably under her breath as she turned around in a circle, momentarily confused when she heard breathing nearby.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #002436 8px solid; border-bottom: #002436 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/pattern3.gif);] [atrb=width,400] I doubt i'm alive, I'm faceless Dynasty was chock full of filthy little vermin. Eboni felt like he was wading waist deep in a junkyard full of insects each day he awoke in the four walls that confined he and his sister Emoris. The disgust for humanity was so profound in his head and it clouded the tugging notion that he should have probably shown up to class today. Class? Eboni scoffed at the idea. Only plebians subjected themselves to the horror that was public school education. That was another reason why Eboni had to rid his parents of their pitiful excuses of lives they shared together. If they didn't love the twins enough to ship them off to a school that would really challenge their egos instead of stroke it with a pinky finger, why should they have the right to breathe? A harsh heat rose up into Eboni's throat and out burst a cough. They never loved you or Emoris. A voice had said, the voice raspy. He had come to refer to that voice as 'Reginald'. King Reginald on a good day. Louis was a very... bad, omnipotent being that lived in his head. You see, Reginald could do anything he desired, really, and he was so god damned good at it. Reginald's ability to manipulate Eboni was so profound. It was quite amazing. At a young age Eboni had requested Reginald should teach him to do the same. Reginald had told Eboni that he would as long as he should comply with every single thing he had asked of the boy. Eagerly, Eboni agreed and became submissive to the demon inside of his head, ignoring one of the other beings that he had dubbed 'Kitty'. Kitty wanted him to do good things, but Reginald's grip on his reality was too hard. Kitty was always in the back of Eboni's head, and he rarely listened to her when she told him to go to class or to take his medication. It had been weeks since Eboni had taken his medication last and he was beginning to lose grip on reality. The faint sound of a child giggling made Eboni twitch in the darkness of the basement that he had been inhabiting most of the day. Every now and again his phone vibrated and showed little streaks of light through the fabric of his jeans. Alas, Eboni had ignored it all day and smoked cigarette after cigarette in the darkness. He would recite poetry by William Blake every now and again when the voices and sounds subsided, allowing him some to mull over his brooding insanity. He had been cut off in the middle of the last stanza in 'Ah Sunflower', ears perking at the sound of the creaking door that marked the one and only entrance to the basement opening. Company. How fun. Eboni had gracefully maneuvered through the shadows and to the exact place of where the only light switch was, which is presumably where the person whom had just entered the basement would go towards first. Eboni hadn't needed the light for ages, as he had memorized the layout of the basement to the fullest degree, as he had most of the school. The soft clicking of high heels tapped against the floor for a moment before a dull 'thunk' slapped the air. He snickered and pulled out a box of matches from his pocket (his preferred method of portable fire) and lit one. Now faced to face with his sister, Eboni smirked, head bobbing side to side. "You are so fucking clumsy, Emmy." tag: rennies word count: 593 outfit: here! notes: eboni

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ALL OUT OF FUCKS TO GIVE TODAY

Emoris had hated the dark ever since she was little. The dark was a loss of control she couldn’t accept and all the bad monsters came out in the dark. Her brother would often beat and molest her in the dark, too. Which only heightened her anxiety until that fear turned to blind passion somewhere around age ten. She absolutely loathed small, dark places. And the basement was the smallest, darkest place on this whole damn campus. She felt a twinge as the hair on the back of her neck stood up. It would be okay. There were no monsters down here to eat her face or anything. She would be okay so long as she kept her focus on her breathing. In through her nose one, two, three and then out through her mouth one, two, three. Careful, measured steps as she grappled helplessly in the dank, blackness of the basement. Damn her brother! He knew how much she hated these places. But none the less she’d agreed to meet him down here.

When she heard the breathing it didn’t equate to her brain that it was her twin. It only sparked memories in her of the shadow creatures that stalked her before she completely lost her mind. Things with sharp teeth and glowing red eyes that smelled of sulfur and brimstone. As she stepped off of the final step she could smell the sulfur and feel the heat that wasn’t actually there. Smoke clouded up her vision and strangled her as she began flailing around to try to get away. A pathetic, child-like whimper escaped her as she tried to claw her way towards the light switch. Sheer panic was inflating her and making her feel like she was either going to pass out or throw up. And then she banged her elbow and it seemed to jar her out of her waking nightmare. When she swore she heard the familiar laugh of her twin and smelt the burning of a match as he struck it. She was almost nose to nose with him.

When he insulted her she narrowed her blue eyes at him and crossed her arms. Trying to shrug it off like she hadn’t been terrified ten seconds ago. But as soon as her eyes settled on her brother’s pale face she felt at ease. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in the hollow between his neck and collar bone. She breathed in his spicy scent and felt her body relax immediately. She grabbed two handfuls of his jacket in her hands and closed her eyes for a moment to gather her thoughts before stepping back a little while still hanging onto his wrist with her hands.

”I swear to god you mean fuck, I get to choose the meeting spot next time!” She said with a hurt, nervous tone that she couldn’t hide.

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