they know just who we are [marley]

[mason]

Mason walked down the steps and out into the yard of school. He was on lunch and wasn't going back to his crap classes till he had something to eat. With a coke and a bologna sandwich in his hand he stopped and took a look around the yard for an empty bench or table. He spotted one near the far right on the yard. Making his way over there he received some stairs. Was everyone looking at him?. He didn't really feel like looking up, cracking open his coke before he got to the table he took a large sip.

He wore black skinny jeans, large black boots that almost reached his knees with various buckles, and a black some what fitting t-shirt. For make up he wore some eye liner, and shadow, and lipstick, all black. His hair was straight as usual and reached his mid-back. Mason never put it in a ponytail. Both his arms were visable, both covered almost in disturbing tattoos, of things that only made sense to Mason himself. Various cuts littered his underarms, deeper ones at his wrists. But he figured that wasn't much of a surprise here.

Taking a seat at the wooden table he unwrapped his sandwich. Taking a bite from it he realized that he forgot his bag that carried some of his books that he liked to read outside. He swore under his breathe swinging a long leg over the bench he stood to his full height turned and almost fell backwards crashing into someone. "Shit, sorry" he stated running a hand through his black hair. His eyes flicked to the person he had bumped into, hoping he hated knocked them down.

[marley]

I DIDN'T LIKE THE BUSINESS BUT THAT WAS AT FIRST GLANCE
•THE KIDS DON'T STAND A CHANCE•
YOUR PILLOW FEELS SO SOFT NOW BUT STILL YOU MUST ADVANCE

Marley sighed as she looked at the failing grade on the paper she had just been handed back. She knew it was her own fault. She had after all written it 30 minutes before it was due, having fully forgotten about it until the last possible minute. “That’s what I get for being an idiot,” she muttered to herself running a hand through her hair. Her grade was already crappy in the class and it really couldn’t afford to take another hit like this one. At the sound of the bell Marley let out a sigh, she was definitely happy band class was over. Mr. Wylie was still mad at her for missing his class last week, and was determined to make her time in his class was a living hell. It wasn’t like she intentionally missed his class, and she had told him that, she had just simply forgotten to come. It wasn’t her fault; time had simply slipped from her, but noooo, the jerk couldn’t accept that. She really did hate him sometimes, even if he was the best band teacher she had ever had.

Dragging her drum into the percussion room, she gathered her stuff and shoved them into her book bag before heading out of the classroom. Today hadn’t been the best day of her life. It wasn’t the worst day ever, but certainly not the best. She stuck a hand in his pockets feeling around for his pack of cigarettes she kept there. she didn’t feel them. He hopped up and walked over to her her hoodie, hoping to find them there. They weren’t. “Fuck.”Marley said, remembering that she had smoked his last one yesterday. Panic started to settle in as she considered his options. He was in dire need of a cigarette, the stress of the day finally reaching its peak. She had English next block which meant that she wouldn’t be able to find someone with a pack for another 90 minutes. “Fuck,” she said again.

She was halfway through the lunch area, it was a short cut of hers, when she saw him by the sitting by himself at the far end of the grounds. He was the new kid at the camp, and while Marley didn't know him personally she definitely knew he was some kinda of crazy. He looked absolutely insane. Marley knew that she was going to be late for english if she didn't get a move on but in short she didn't care, that and she needed a cigarette like really bad. Walking up to him she smirked, "Please tell me you have a cigarette.”

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•STATUS• done
•WORDS• 437-ish
•TAGS• mason
•OUTFIT• CLICK
•NOTES• sorry bout the wait dude.
•CREDITS• template to LOLLYX@CAUTION 2.0

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