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[charlotte alba lilly carter]

The lonliness had become overwhelimg in the past few days. The world had been passing in a daze, moving so quickly all around her. Each word seemed to drift into space, each step felt soft and slow, as if she was floating. A tender thumping in her skull as she looked every which way, stumbling a few steps before regaining balance and continuing on her way. She'd kept to herself, cooped up on her bed with the television playing old movies on a low volume and the wind whistling outside her window. Painting, drawing and creating a variety of other creative works to minimize the empty feeling in the pit of her stomach. When she'd first arrived here, she'd tried her best to be social...to make friends and be social. But her attempts always seemed to fail, and slowly but surely she began to retreat away from the others. Her bed becoming her studio, her pink blanekts covered in paint splatters and chalk pastel. Her fingers and legs looking like dusty rainbows from her current project. An array of colorful flowers on the decorated page in front of her. She stared at it, head tilted and eyes thoughtful. After ten seconds of inspection, she'd decided the colorful doodle was finished...which meant she was left in a silent thought until new ideas would spring to mind. How long that would take? She wasn't sure. In a hope to hype of her creative process she lifted herself from her bed, turning to look out the large bay window. Her head rested in her hand, her darting from side to side as they took in the wide and magnificent landscape.

Without any real reason, she suddenly started to move swiftly around her room. Collecting all of her paint supplies and stuffing them inside her canvas page covered in pins, patches and splatters. (nearly everything she owned had paint on it somewhere.) You can't think about art,she thought as she pulled on something more comfortable to wear before she ventured outside. You just have to act on impulse..create art from the inspirations around you. And as it seemed, her current inspiration was the musty skies and sweet smiling winds on the other side of the glass window. Within less then six minutes, she was leaving her dorm room. An easel tucked under her arm and her bag bouning off of her leg as she walked towards the door leading to the grounds as quickly as she could. It was getting later in the day, and she knew if she was caught going outside she'd most likely end up with someone watching her every move as she found the perfect place to just relax and paint to her hearts desire. The last time she was outside she'd had a little...incident. She'd been stressed out from taunts from fellow students and she hadn't slept at all the night before, needless to say she was in a fragile state...and when she was spooked by something she may or may have no seen she snapped. When they found her she was sobbing and hidden in a tiny cove between two large rocks and a tree, her knee bruised and bleeding.

Who knew it would be so easy to get outside without being seen, well...rather easy actually. With one last look over her shoulder she continued on her way across the strech of land. A faint smile playing on her lips as she admired all around her. The tall trees, the dew on the grass and leaves, the sweet smell of the earlier rainfall and the way the cool breeze numbing against her bare skin. The amount of time that had passed by the time she finally found the perfect place she was unsure, but it didn't really matter. She had found her desired hideaway, and that was all that mattered. Her hideout was near to where they had previously found her two days earlier, only a bit father down a shallow heel. She set up her easel on a very convient flat boulder, her paints spread on on a higher rock next to it. She didn't get straight to work, instead she became much like the child she was. Her fingers running tenderly over soft, green moss. Eyes inspecting wildflowers and patterns in the tree bark, giggling as drops of dew splatted against her cheek from a high branch. Finally, with a great crooked and toothy smile she rolled up the sleeves of her jacket, picked up her paintbrush, created a soft mossy green with her paints and within seconds the thin bristles were dancing down and across the canvas.

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[ava renee spencer]

The school was like a rock that Ava lived under.
The buildings were so degradingly confining that
even breathing was a chore. Confinement was
not something Ava liked at all. She liked to think
of herself as a free soul, even though, at the moment,
she was far from freedom. It was quite alright for now,
but she wondered how long it would take before she
broke and actually did become insane. At the very
second, she was not insane. Everything was, alright.
However, getting out the building was probably best for her.
After all, fresh air never hurt a god damn soul. So
before Ava left her intrusive dorm, she grabbed a
pack of cigarettes and lighter. She stuffed it all her
items into her dark skinny jeans, accompanied by
a dark blue cardigan. Ava didn't really care about
what she was wearing as long as it didn't show
anything.


In all the time Ava had been at the school, she
had never taken a second to enjoy the beauty
of where she was. In fact, she didn't even care
to, since she didn't think Russia could be as
pretty as it actually was. Yet now she was face
to face with the beauty of the outdoors. Ava was
jealous. Why couldn't she be that beautiful. Right
then and there she realized why she wasn't as
beautiful as she was when she was younger, that
was all the years off abuse that she inflicted on
herself with countless remedies over the years.
And with that, as Ava stared into the distance,
she light up a cigarette with a crisp reaction.
She smiled disappointedly at how ironic she
was being. What a hypocrite. Ava turned
the cig in between her fingers for a moment before
taking that long anticipated drag she had been
waiting all day for. At least it wasn't meth, which
now the drug was influencing her mind more then
ever that day.

As Ava moved along for the sake of her sanity, she
looked out and spotted a silhouette of a person.
There was not many people out enjoying the outdoors,
so it was a special surprise for Ava. Curiosity always
got the best of her, so Ava slowly wandered over to
the figure. As she got closer, Ava realized that what
she was seeing was a girl painting by some rocks.
She laughed. Ava never underestimated what people
found fun and what she did not. Painting was one of
those things that could make Ava so upset she would
just start throwing stuff, not like she ever painted before.

Ava just stood quietly behind the girl a few feet
away, careful not to disturb her. She seemed peaceful,
unlike other people in the academy. She took a drag
from her cigarette and carefully tapped out the ashed
onto the ground. She got some on her shoes, but kicked
them off so the ashes wouldn't burn into her shoe.

After getting too bored of just standing there, Ava
walked closer to the girl to see what she was painting.
She couldn't really make it out as Ava tilted her head
to the side. She wasn't artsy-fartsy, but she could
pretend to be a critic for the moment. "Looks...
interesting." She commented with her head still
hung to the side. Ava inhaled her cigarette one more
time. "What is it?" She asked, not afraid of
her ignorance when it came to the field of art. Hey,
she could be friendly. Friendly was her middle name.
Kind of.

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[charlotte alba lilly carter]

She stared at the canvas in front of her, the image finally starting to come alive. She'd choosen to paint the landscape in front of her, but adding a few of her own creative adjustments. Before her she saw a monochromic sky, no other colors besides shades of grey and even all the trees and things on land appeard grey. The atmosphere, although somewhat sad, was greatly calm and inspiring. It was strange, how such gloomy weather such as this made Lottie feel at peace and happy, and yet hot days with the blazing sun just made her tired and cranky. In her painting, the trees were stringed with shades of blue and green, the ground not scattered rocks and clumps of dirt and fallen leaves but of soft soil and sprouts of green grass, wild flowers scattered across the ground in vibrant purples, yellows, red and blues. The sky, although grey before her was still unpainted on the canvas. She was undecided on how it would come up in her painting.

Finally, after a well earned break she picked her paint brush up again and continued to paint the landscape, well as she saw it anyways. She didn't sense the present of the girl standing behind her, until she finally did spoke. The stranger's voice made her jump, her head snapping to look behind her with wide curious eyes. She hadn't expected anyone else to be out here on a day like today, oh well...at least she had nearly an hour to herself to paint without any distractions. Despite this new addition to her surrounding, she attempt to keep painting...to stay calm and feel happy for once. The girl's thoughts that she was peaceful were true, for the most part. Charlotte rarely felt calm, she often felt a little scared and nervous. Always worrying about homework and what would be talked about in therapy that day and if she'd even sleep when nightfall came, the nightmares giving only a small alotted time of sleep before whriling into her unconcious vision and jolting her awake at the sound of the first gunshot or the first sight of blood.

Charlotte inspected the stranger with her head slightly tilted, hands down at her side and the tip of her paintbrush pressed against her leg, creating a tiny green spot. She took in her tosseled apperance, her messy hair and the trail of smoke swirling up into the air from her cigerette. Her face crinkling slightly in disgust as the musty smell drifted towards her. She'd always been fond of the way cigerettes looked, how glamrous they made a person seemed...the way the smoke danced in the air. But the smell and everything else that came from cigerettes repulsed her. A few more long seconds passed before she finally had enough time to take the girl in, and come up with something to say. "Oh, hello and thank you..."

[/color]Lottie began, turning her back to the smoking girl as her eyes landed on her painting. "And it's supposed to be well...this,[/color]waving her hand towards the sights in front of them, "Only, I've added a few of my own...creative touches,[/color]flashing her a toothy grin as she leaned foreward to paint a few wisps of grass. Although shy most of the time, if she was approched by someone she would be as kind as she could be. She hadn't always been that way, at first she'd just smile and say nothing, somewhat afraid of a lot of the people around her. But the therapist had strongly recommended she make an effort to make friends, be social and have conversations. At first it was hard, but now it was starting to come much more naturally.
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[ava renee spencer]

Ava was a little worried if the girl would respond to her with kindness, or just ignore her, as many kids would probably choose to do. It wasn't like Ava didn't know how to act around other people her age, it was just that sometimes it could be hard for her. In some cases she would appear awkward if she wasn't under the influence of substances. When she was sober she was shyer then normal and a little more reserved. However, wasn't everyone? Drugs did help lighten the mood of situation. When Ava was high on something, it felt as if she was looking at the world through a kaleidescope. Everything was different and prettier. But not being high at the moment, Ava appreciated the beauty of the world without the help of drugs. It was a nice thing for once, but not enough of a plus to give up smoking shit all together. Maybe in a later time in her life, she figured.

Right now, Ava had to turn her attention back to the girl. She hoped that she didn't frighten the painter by the expression the girl gave. However, Ava knew that some of the kids at the school were rather, paranoid about many things. Ava was glad that she wasn't one of those people. There was no use in being afraid of things. After all, everyone dies in the end, and there is so much to experience without having the burden of paranoia on your shoulders. But Ava could be a sweetheart to nervous people. Growing up with 3 younger siblings molded her into a motherly figure.

Ava only smiled at the girl when she first looked around at her, but realized that the girl must not have liked the cigarette that Ava was holding. That was a first in this school. Everyone was either high off their ass, or with something in their mouth that created smoke. Ava was glad to see something different. Reluctantly, Ava put out the cig. After all, it was getting down to the butt. She stepped it out in the grass and felt bad for ruining a piece of nature, but she couldn't take back her actions.

"Huh. Well it looks amazing so far, I must say." Ava casually replied as she sat down next to the girl, keeping her distance a bit. She didn't want to totally freak out the chick. Ava could tell that the girl really had some kind of talent. A hint of jealously came over Ava. The only talent she had was lighting a match with her teeth, and that wasn't something to be bragging about.

"So, what's your name?" Ava smiled sweetly, hoping to get the girl on her good side. After all, the girl seemed really nice as it was. She didn't tell Ava to get the hell away or anything. "Do you paint a lot?" It was a dumb question seeing as how good the girl was, but Ava just wanted to strike up a conversation and get her mind off of really wanting another cigarette.

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[charlotte alba lilly carter]

Despite her quitness, and even her shyness Charlotte had always been kind. She didn't feel anyone should be treated rudely upon a first meeting, who knew, perhaps you could loose someone who would have been a magnifecent friend. Lottie watched the girl carefully, her paintbrush sploshing around in jar full of water to clean away the mossy green paint she'd just been using. It hovered over her paint palat, her lips pursed as she decided which color she'd choose next...She decided on making a lovely periwinkle blue. The now blue colored bristles make tiny strokes as she drew an array of flowers in the lower right hand corner.

At first Charlotte looked a litte surprise, she didn't get many compliments on her artwork but then again not many people say it. So, as would be expected her lips turned up in a gracious smile, "Yeah, I suppose you're right...Thanks. Sitting up straight once she painted her last periwinkle color, her brush moving in circles on the palat as it made a light pink. "I'm just having a little trouble with the sky...I'm not sure what to do with it,

[/color]her smile disappearing as her lips turned down in the corners. Perhaps she shouldn't ask the stranger for her help, or perhaps this girl would get upset when Charlotte wasn't a fan of a suggestion she made. 'strike up conversation'her therapist voice rining in her ears.

Her head was tilted as she painted her last set of flowers, a small silence before she spoke again. "I guess you can say I paint a lot...I mean, it's one of my favorite things to do,[/color]. She set her paintbrush in the bowl of water, her paint palet next to her on the rock. She finally had to choose how to overcome the biggest dilema; how would she end up painting the sky? In mid thought she seemed to snap back to reality, finally telling the girl her name. "I'm Charlotte,[/color]her dainty and paint covered hand extended to the brunetter, smiling kindly. "But you can call me Charlie, if you want.... Charlotte was known for her large list of nicknames, all which she happily answered to. Some days she preferred Charlie, other days she wanted to be called Lottie, Carter or Lilly, maybe even Mouse...it all depended on her mood or who she was with.

Charlie hoped she make a new friend out of this girl. To be honest in the past six months that she'd been she'd only made a few friends, not very many...but it wasn't much of surprise, Charlotte had always only had a few friends. Never had more then three friends, five at the most. She didn't mind, really she didn't. She'd never been much of a social butterfly, and she didn't plan on changing that just because her therapist encourage her to go out there and make as many friends as possible. It was hard for her, really it was...luckily this new girl seemed to be making it all the more easier.

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[ava renee spencer]

Even though it wasn't particularly windy out, Ava's hair was bothering her because she kept playing with. However, it might have been the nerves. Ava wasn't one to get nervous around people, but then again being half sober was a state she wasn't in often. That could have been why she was nervous, but she thought it could be that this girl was so... clean. The girl's appearance and even her actions of painting. Ava smiled the best she could. Maybe this girl would be just what Ava needed. It would be best to be as nice as she could, but Ava was a nice person to begin with. At the moment, she was just doubting herself. It was deffinatley time to light up, but she figured it would be best to do that when she was in the confines of her dorm.

Ava brought her attention back. The girl was talking about her painting and the trouble she was having with the sky. Ava shrugged, smiled and scratched her head. "Make it- blue. Like... I don't know. Blue!" Ava tried her best, but she never had taken an art class in her life and all colors looked the same to her. "You've been doing good so far... just- follow your heart? Ava wasn't really sure what she was saying, but she figured she had to say something. However, she'd rather not continue to sound like a major idiot. Drugs helped her seem smoother. Oh well, she figured.

"Well that's cool. Charlie. Charlie." Ava kept repeating the name to get a feel for it. She really liked it, even though Ava wasn't one to use nicknames that often. She figured that you got a name and you shouldn't change it. Nicknames usually ruined a name, but this one was cute. Ava smiled. "It's nice. Well, my name is Ava- and you can call me... Ava. I don't have a nickname." Ava shrugged. There wasn't much she could do with her name anyways. It was one three letters and it was impossible to shorten it, unless it was Av, but that sounded like her real name was Avery. Ava shook her head. She was thinking to far into it.

"So... Ava started. She wanted to keep the conversation going. The only substances that made her social were in her room, so she was stuck with being herself. Normally, Ava was blunt. "You don't look crazy." She remarked, then deeply regretted it. "I mean- well, you know. A lot people are crazy here and..." Ava pouted. She was making herself look even more like a fool. "I'll shut up." Ava rubbed her head. "You just seem, nice, that's all.

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[charlotte alba lilly carter]

Charlotte would of laughed if she knew what Ava was thinking. Charlotte, technically, was far from clean. She was taking medication for many of her symptoms. Many which included the sadness, and hallucinations. Both which could point to mild schzophrenia. As far as her doctor was concerned, she was just a damanged little girl who witness the death of her farther. He'd been spared the extra details, the fact that she'd killed one of her farther's murders. More often then not Charlotte seemed as sick as she was, but today just happened to be one of her good days...thankfully.

At the ovelry used suggestion, she shook her head. "Blue would be nice...but I don't think that would work, I'm trying to put a twist on what I, we, see right now. Her eyes trailing up to the sky, her head tilted in thought. Lottie, being the creative soul that she was, often tried to paint and draw things that seemed a little out of place, changing major aspects of what she really saw to make it more pleasing, or displeasing. The whole feel of her current piece of art depended on how she felt that day. And currently? Despite the fact that she felt happy, and awake. Which were shown in the colorful flowers, she also felt a little scared, a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach...After a few more minutes of trying to recgonize on the perfect way to convey her emotions, she finally settled on a color. "I'm going to paint it grey,she stated firmly, starting to mix together a light grey, making sure that to match her's to the partially blue sky. For once, she was painting exactly what she saw..the sky would be the perfect contrast against the rest of her painting. Which, honestly, did have a little gloomy feel to it...the only pops of color, as mentioned, were the flowers.

"It's nice to meet you, Ava,"her lips curling up in a friendly smile. Avashe thought to herself...for some reason, it reminded her of bugs. She wasn't sure why, it mainly made her think of butterflies. Monarch butterflies....As she continued to think about it, a new idea for a painting came to mind. Ava, looking thoughtful and frozen. The style would be a little sketchy and cartoonish, the background a nice emerald green and...her trail of thought being cut of by the girl's statement. Ava must know better then not to judge a book by it's cover, because Charlotte's apperance was very misleading to how mad she really was. "Oh...thank you, I guess...and you don't really seem all that crazy either,"smiling nervously as she turned back to her painting. Her arm raising as she started to paint again. Eyes darting up to the sky every few brush strokes, and darkening the grey a litte as she tried to add depthy to the sky.

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[ava renee spencer]

It wasn't Ava's fault that she primarily judged a person on their looks, or first actions. Growing up in this day and age, that is what was the norm. Judging and assuming were just natural human antics. Sure, they set Ava up for let downs when she found out that a person was much different then what she expected them to be, but she was getting immensely used to this. The sweetest people could be the meanest, and the meanest could be the sweetest at heart. However, Ava still thought that the girl she was presently in conversation with was different. Sometimes judging other then looks is hard and that is the case for Ava, unfortunately. She wasn't like most of the people there and she didn't commit the crimes they did. It felt to her, almost as if people were keeping their convictions a secret. Ava wouldn't blame them, though.

Ava felt incredibly stupid for suggesting blue. She remembered that not everything was based off of what you think something is, rather then what it actually appears to be. At least that the was the only thing she remembered from grade school. She was surprised that that information had even entered her head in the first place. Maybe that was step one to becoming an artist; understanding it. However, she was no one to be interested in art at all.

As the talented girl did her thing with the colors, Ava realized that the painting was becoming more and more like the actually thing, except for a few things that had their own personal touch. Ava could see that and was pretty proud of her finding. Huh." Ava sighed, curiously being entertained. "Like it." She was complementing for the fact of needing something to say. Ava listened to the girl and watched her paint, but for some reason, Ava wanted to go deeper with the situation. Ever since she had been at the school she had been collecting information of how people got in Worden in the first place. Some stories were interesting and some were down right sadistic. All the more fun, Ava assumed.

Ava took out a cigarette, not being able to resist the urge any longer. She lit it and stuck it in her mouth, taking a long needed drag. It gave her the confidence that she needed. "Thanks. So, uh, how did you end up here?" Ava asked with the cigarette between her fingers, while violently plucking grass out of the earth. She twisted her face up to the fact that it was Russian grace, but now wasn't the time to get unethical. "Ya know, if you don't mind telling me..."

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