Walking Contradiction {open}

[annabel noir chessire]

The minutes ticked away on the small electronic clock in Annabel's room, the whole house was quite, and the only light in the house was coming from her room. The small lamp made just enough light to show though the crack of space between her closed door and the wood floor. However, she highly doubted her grandmother would be awake now, as it was well past midnight. Sleep would not come to her, the insomnia lately was getting worse, not that Anna was doing anything about it. The months pills still sat untouched in the bottle hidden behind books on her desk. It would only be a matter of time before her grandmother asked why she hadn't been asked to get another bottle sent from the doctors. But, until that time, Annabel would just let things be. The pills didn't subside her fears, they only took away the nightmares. At least the nightmares while she was asleep, they didn't have pills to cure day dreams. The re-occuring thoughts inside her head, the painful memories she wished were dead inside her mind. So now she was stuck, sitting in the quiet room in a silent house, no better no worse than any other day. The cold mahogany floor she sat on was becoming comfortable to her, a friend, after a summer of sitting on it quite a bit. There wasn't much to do in a town where she knew almost no one and preferred it that way. The less people she talked to, the less she would have to wonder. Wonder, were they just trying to find the secrets she held so that they could punish her, or did they actually want to help. She would rather not take the chances and it was one of the reasons she was so untrusting, one of the lesser reasons, but a reason all the same. The biggest reason was her family, all that time she had thought her brother and her were the closest thing they had to each other when their mother past, but it was not long before that theory had crumbled, becoming no more than a memory, a constant reminder in Annabel's brain that she could trust no one at first glance. Everyone had something they hid, and everyone had the ability to be cruel and hurt others, even herself. But, Anna knew she couldn't hide from herself, she had tried and failed miserably many times, it was just impossible. Humans had to notice themselves, think about their actions, anticipate what was going to happen next based on their actions. It was just natural instinct and Annabel was no different from any other human.

When Annabel had finally accepted that was when she was forced to move overseas to this forgotten place. Her grandmother had moved from France to America, for what she will never know. Originally they lived in England, but a while before her parents had conceived Chad, they moved to France where her grandmother had been raised. But then four years later her grandfather died and within a year her grandmother had packed up and headed across the ocean for America. Maybe to escape the anguish of his death, or maybe just to start a new. For all Anna knew her grandmother could have found some younger male for a while and moved to be with him for a few years, even if the picture in her mind of that made even Annabel crack a smile. There was just no telling the reasoning behind another persons actions, and that was the scary thing about the human brain, because although they are all alike in structure, the procedures and mentality of each individual is completely different. No single person is hardwired exactly the same as another, and because of that no one had ever fully been able to grasp the concept of how our thoughts are made. If someone can't even figure out how their own thoughts are made, only why they chose them, then how is another being supposed to understand anything relevant when their thought process may take a route completely different from the others. It scared Annabel to think that the way she mourned for her mother was exactly what her brother did in attacking her on many occasions. What if that was his way of mourning, what if he did not actually want to kill her, but just his thought going hay wire. The exact thoughts are what the doctors had told her father when they said Chad had been 'cured' but Anna had been more weary. The look in his eyes was pure rage, he had never seemed anguished by his mother's death, for the longest time he had been a shadow in the house until his anger finally showed. If it was really just his way of mourning, than Annabel was even more frighten by just how disfunctional his brain really was hardwired. What would happen the next time she saw him, would he go crazy again, the next time would he really kill her? That's what she saw in her nightmares, a knife coming so close to her, she would swear she would die, and then immediately as the metal was coming down onto her she would wake up, in a pool of cold sweat and trembling all over. She hated it, and that was why she was still sitting on the floor quietly contemplating things.

Counting silently each little tick of the seconds on the electric clock, she got to nearly 600 before she felt less, overwhelmed by thoughts. Anna looked at the clock, 1:33 am, not exactly a usual time to be awake, but if she did end up getting question she could always chuck it up to being a teenager. She looked around, not sure what to do with the next three and a half hours before her grandmother usually woke up. So, finally setting her eyes on a pair of gray vans, she got up from her seat on the ground and made her way over to her bed, grabbing the shoes as she went. Sitting on the edge of the plush mattress, she tied up the white laces and sat there for a few minutes before pushing herself up off the bed. Undoing the latches on her window, Anna pushed up the wood frame so that a cool breeze awaited her. With the welcoming new climate, she ventured back towards her bead, grabbed herself the first sweatshirt she saw and turned off the one lamp still on as she headed back to the opened window. Putting one leg through the space, she pulled the other over with ease and made her way out of the house. She turned back to the window and closed it, leaving just enough space for her fingers to slip back under to open it when she decided to come back. Walking along the side of the house, Annabel pulled on the sweatshirt if she went, zippering it up to the top. Finding her way to the front of the house, she walked out onto the street and just started walking on the side of the road before finding the side walk a few yards later. Some of the lamp posts flickered on momentarily as she walked by, but for the most part she was to small to be recognized by the car motion detectors. But, she still kept walking in the dark pulling her hood over her head as she went, not exactly sure where she was headed or when she planned on going back.

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[tyler chance hunter]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

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Tyler sat in his apartment, alone. The usual. He was just in pair of black skinny jeans, no shirt, not even the TV was on. He didn't find anything on TV at one am. There was nothing ever on tv anyway. Sitting there, he couldn't think of anything to do. The boy had the air conditioning off, he hated how cold it made it. He hated cold. He was one of that liked the heat, and would be able to sit in a fire, and be completely happy. He was definitely that weird. After a half hour, he was so bored that he just plan got up.

He walked around his apartment, tripping over his shoe a few times, but way to lazy to actually pick up his shoes, oh no. He pulled a lighter and a pack of cigarettes from his skinny jean pocket, lit it, and put it in his mouth. He took a deep drag of it and let a huge gray cloud escape from his pale lips. He walked around, this time watching where he was actually going, fore he didn't want to burn himself like he did last night. He ran his long cold fingers over his arm, the burn mark making him wince slightly. He hadn't been watching were he was going, and tripped and burned himself with the lighter, not the actual cigarette no. The lighter. He was so stupid sometimes.

He thought about it for a moment, and then walked into his room. He took another long drag of the cigarette, and let the smoke go out. He put the cigarette in the end of the ashtray, well, it wasn't really an ash tray, it was more just a small bowl that he had filled with the butts of the cigarettes that he smoked. He pulled on a blue shirt, he didn't really know what was on it though. He then pulled on a sweatshirt, a black one to match his jet black hair and his skinny jeans. Though, it wasn't that he wanted it to match, it was more it was the only one that he could find at the moment. He didn't particularly care what he wore. He was a guy after all, so why should he honestly care what he wore? He ran his fingers through his hair a few times, thinking.

He pulled some socks and his black high top converse on after a good ten minutes of just staring at the wall. He didn't even remember looking at the wall. Wow. He must be really loosing his mind. Well, more then the four or something murders. He didn't actually know how many people he actually killed, he lost count, and didn't mother to think about it. He put a silver studded belt around his waist and tightened it. He was rather skinny for a boy of his size. But he didn't mind that much, he chewed on his lip rings again. Still just staring at the wall. He shook his head after a moment, just didn't even thinking again..

he walked out of the door and down the streets. Tyler didn't even realize were he was going. He was just really out of it and suddenly just walked into something, or rather someone. He looked down at a very thin blonde girl. ”Shit. Sorry about that. I've been really really out of it...You're not...hurt are you..?'' he said. He looked so out of it, a bit of eyeliner that was actually the only thing that looked fine on him at the moment. But then, his hair was over his right eye slightly, and he actually looked fine, but that was just what he thought.

(TAG ?!)annabelle!
(WORDS ?!)i dunno
(WEARING ?!) outfit
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
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[annabel noir chessire]

The darkness had taken over Annabel's eyesight, so she was moving according to instinct, even though she wasn't even sure if she had human instinct. Sometimes she wondered if she might end up being a pit of emotions but yet lacking the qualities of a human all together. But, who was she kidding even if she wished she wasn't human so that things wouldn't matter, it was way to obvious that she was merely human. Who was she to think she could be anything but? She still had blood, she still had a brain, and she still had the fears. She was exactly what she feared, she was a hypocrite in every way, and she knew it. Everyday her only way of coping was knowing that everyone else had something hidden, their evils tucked away under useless facades. But in reality, Annabel was the same way, she was probably worse. Even though it made her angry to think it, she still thought it funny at the same time. The contradictions she thought were endless in the dark, and she couldn't help but chuckle.

Keeping up her pace as she walked, eventually she stopped thinking all together, just walking the straight path of the street. It was the same as in her room, after she thought for a while, it went silent, a blank mind where she had nothing more to think until the next morning. At least half an hour passed by when she stumbled to the ground. Although, she had not remembered tripping. No she had definitely bumped into something. Something unfamiliar to her, for a split second she had felt warmth of another persons body heat before falling. Why would any other person want to walk at this time of night. Being alone had been the whole point of going out.

Letting out a sigh of annoyance, she readjusted her eyes to the darkness and found a boy staring down at her. She didn't dare have direct eye contact with him. Instead she pulled herself up, using the curb for balance until she was back up on her feet. Taking one of her fingers which had a scrape, she sucked the drop of blood she felt on the verge of the scrape before using it to move her hair behind her ears and letting her hand fall to her side. Avoiding any chance of direct eye contact, she looked at the boy, he looked as troubled as she did, though she was sure it was not for the same reasons. If not for the fact that it was the time of day where she was in her worst state, she might have actually been in the mood to find out about him, he seemed interesting enough at first glance. Not quite as much as the boy at the park, but she still couldn't quite figure out that meeting.

At first, his words came out a bit jumbled in her ears, but she was able to re listen to them in her mind and figure them out. It was troublesome for her to have to talk but, it was more troublesome for her to turn around and go home. Then she would just end up sitting in a corner for the next five hours, at least this would give her some sort of stimulus even if it was just for a short time. Looking at her finger once more, there was still a slight crack of red coming out, but nothing fatal, just a scratch. "Nothing to be worried about, just a scratch. Beside's you have nothing to sorry about, I'm the one who bumped into you I believe." Her accent was clearly audible since she had no reason to hide it. After speaking she just somewhat looked around before letting her gaze veer up towards the stars, naming constellations in her mind giving her something to do while she awaited more conversation while also avoiding glances.

[annabel noir chessire]

Annabel watched him as the guy just seemed to stay silent for a really long time, she was beginning to feel it was not the smartest idea to stay here. She got a bit paranoid at night, and seeing as for a lot of the night she had thought about Chad and death and the human mind, it didn't make her feel any better being with this guy who seemed a bit more than just out of it. It looked like at any moment he could just snap, or it could just be her imagination, seeing she got paranoid at this time of night. Taking a deep breathe, Anna waited to see if he would at least speak once more, depending what he said, she would decide whether to leave or not. When he spoke, she couldn't help but chuckle, he didn't know why he was there? He just wandered here? Who the hell did he think she was, Anna was not an idiot. There was a reason he was here, and it annoyed her how odd he acted about the whole situation.

TJ? Did he want her to give her name to him as well, she hoped not, there was no reason for him to need to know. They had only bumped into her, only just met, and who knew who the hell he really was or what he was hiding, to hell with being interested in why he was here, Anna sighed, and nodded. She looked around quickly, then put a hand up to wave good bye. "Well, bye TJ." She stood there for maybe 20 seconds longer just trying to figure out her thoughts before she walked off away from the lamp post and she was maybe 6 steps when she looked back.

She looked back, hoping he wasn't coming after her, if he did she would probably burst into a run. Anna stopped, she really was going insane wasn't she. Was the night really doing this to her or was it something else, was she really just hitting the edge of sanity. Tomorrow would she wake up and go on a killing rampage, or maybe she would buy a plane ticket back to England and face her brother head on. She really hoped that did not happen or it would be a death wish just waiting to happen. Sighing, she made her steps slower and walked across the street to the other sidewalk, looking once more to see that he was still there.