` a shot in the dark (o)

[JUDE KATIE GILES]

jude k a t i e giles

"you break things when you get mad, eat a box of chocolates when you get sad, paint your toes cause you bite your nails. who are you when i'm not around?"

So far everything had been quiet and uneventful. For her anyway. Of course there were others here who were worse than her and had daily outbursts that needed to be quieted. Her therapy was boring and she often had to told to sit up straight so she wouldn't fall asleep. At the moment a yawn was dominating her features as she walked slowly down the empty corridors. Not even the sex addicts were taking advantage of the emptiness and she was greatful. Sex in public was disgusting, she wouldn't stoop to that sort of level. Lip curled at the thought and she made a low noise. Checking her watch to see that she only had ten minutes until she had to go to another therapy class she simply stopped. The fact that the corridor was quiet was making her peaceful, something she relished and took advantage of every time she could.

She didn't hate therapy she just already knew what she did was a mistake, a big fucking mistake, and she didn't want to have 'happy time' with someone who didn't know jack squat. Rolling her eyes at the thought of her therapist she rolled to have her back against the wall, sliding down slowly until she plopped herself on the hard floor. Digging around in her jacket to find her Ipod, she stuck the green earphones in and turned the music up. Biting her lower lip gently, she nodded her head along to the metal beat, the drums making a perfect tempo to follow. She had been to a few concerts in her life but she would have loved to see A Day To Remember in concert before being locked up in this godforsaken place. She leaned her head back against the wall, her pale throat a beacon as her raven hair curled widly to frame her oddly peaceful features.


•• jude giles
•• done and open. listening to song
•• light bootcut jeans, orange tank, white DC jacket, white and orange plaid DC shoes.

[CUPUN ATANEQ YAZZIE]

(CUPUNataneqYAZZIE)

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Cupun stared blankly at the food that was set in front of him. The doctors, therapists, his mother, everyone had been trying to get Cupun to eat for years. He frowned slightly, sighing. Why couldn't they just leave him alone? Leave it at the simple fact that he didn't want to eat. End of story. He didn't think he was fat. Well, okay, maybe a little. But, geez, no one was ever completely comfortable with their bodies. Why was everyone constantly bothering him? Besides, meat? No. Cupun would eat all the apples they threw at him, but he was not touching the steak that was on his plate. Never. Hoping to satisfy the staff and at least make them somewhat happy, the boy took a few bites of the asparagus. It was poorly cooked, and the sudden food caused his stomach to begin to ache. Shaking his head, he set the fork down and stood up. One piece was good enough. And now, the brunette needed out. Where? He didn't really care. He wasn't too concerned about where at that moment.

Dark, nearly black eyes looked around his room, looking at the clothes strung across the room. They needed an OCD person who liked to clean. Badly. But, that wasn't Cupun. Nope, nope, this young boy was too lazy. He was usually tired with little energy, though he continued to be happy and cause others to be happy around him. Perhaps he should see if there was any therapy sessions open? Even though most of the kids hated therapy, Cupun quite enjoyed it. Even though he didn't have any real problems, it felt nice to talk about the teasing he used to get, and about the discomfort he felt wen he ate. It was such a strange thing, but meat was something that sickened the male to the core. He just... couldn't eat it. Not now, not ever. Not even with a fox in a box.

So, therapy it was. Already dressed, Cupun slid on his jacket and shoes, and walked merrily down the hall. His thoughts, of course, traveled to other things, such as whenever the hell he was gonna get more weed. Probably not for quite sometime, which was fine. He could live without it. Unlike most druggies, Cupun didn't need to smoke to feel good. He always felt good. Smoking his weed was just his way of feeling relaxed, not just happy. And relaxation was something that was desperately needed in this jail-like shithole. Upon entering the corridors, his dark eyes caught sight of a raven-haired girl sitting down against a door. Which, more than likely, meant that she was there for therapy. Well, might as well ask, right? Walking up to her, Cupun pulled out one of her earbuds. Though he was a genuine sweetheart, space was something he rarely respected. "Hey, are you here for a therapy session?" He asked her, giving her a bright, kind smile.

Actions. Thoughts. "Speach."

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WORD COUNT ??490
OUTFIT ??Click
TAGGED ??THE LOVELY JUDE
STATUS ??Doneeee
NOTES ??<3
CREDIT ??This lovely template was made by yours truly, Syllvie (on proboards) aka daidai of Caution 2.0. These amazing lyrics are from Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace. If you steal this template, I will personally send my amazingly crazy Terrance to skin you alive with a butter knife. ^^ Love you! <3

[JUDE KATIE GILES]

jude k a t i e giles

"you break things when you get mad, eat a box of chocolates when you get sad, paint your toes cause you bite your nails. who are you when i'm not around?"

Slim fingers drummed in rapid repitition against her knees, the denim fabric letting no noise come forth. If she could she would find an actual drum set worth her time. She could play the drums alright though the fiddle was her life. If she could just get some sort of instrument, well, no one would ever find her. The indoors would never see her as she much preferred to stay outside because of the hiding spots she could find to keep away from the more annoying aspects of asylum life. The song ending slowed and a sigh slipped from her pale pink lips, for only a second was she able to hear the corridor sounds. Still nothing yet. It surprised her that not even a therapist was making their way down the hall, she knew they would at least interrupt her though. Not a good idea.

The next song blasted into her ears and she winced once before getting used to the sound again. The band name always made her smile and it fit the place she now called home so well. Humming along with the lyrics, she whispered them to herself briefly before one side was suddenly yanked out of her ear. "What the mother-..." Voice loud and surprised her body reacted by jumping up, hands curling into fists to defend herself. Earbud hung comically down as her hair was in a wild frenzy, like the eyes that fell upon the guy before her. Narrowing her eyes at him, she watched him a minute before completely registering that he'd asked her something. Clearing her throat loudly, body jerked itself out of the defense position. Her head dipped down a little, hands shoving themselves into her skate jacket. He spoke of therapy, was he really that eager? "Um no, I went earlier this morning and I'm not going this afternoon. I can only take so much damn sharing in one day. Who are you?" She wasn't going to exactly open up with someone she didn't know.


•• jude giles
•• done and open. listening to song
•• light bootcut jeans, orange tank, white DC jacket, white and orange plaid DC shoes.

[CUPUN ATANEQ YAZZIE]

(CUPUNataneqYAZZIE)

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Cupun jumped back when she jumped. He took her in, watching her as her body went into a defensive position, which made him want to laugh. Nobody needed to defend themselves again Cupun, because he'd never hurt anyone. The male cared too much about peoples' feelings to ever hurt someone. Instead of defense, he positioned his own body in one that spoke of a "white flag" so to speak. His hands went up and he crouched slightly, just enough so his body was somewhat bent back. When she relaxed, so did he. Sighing in slight relief when she didn't attack him, he smiled at her, listening to her words. She was clearly agitated with him, perhaps for interrupting her.

He kneeled down beside her, staying far enough that she wouldn't feel crowded, but close enough that he could talk lowly and not have to worry about anyone listening in. Cupun gave her a small reassuring smile. "Oh. I don't mind sharing. There's not much about me to share." He laughed slightly, shrugging his shoulders. After she questioned who he was, Cupun held out his hand for her to shake. "Cupun Yazzie. You can call me Coal." Lips were still pulled back in a friendly smile, and he was ready to pull his hand back if she didn't want to shake his hand.

Cupun would understand. He was a strange person that had invaded her space. Most of the inmates around here very much liked their space. Cupun didn't really care, though. He was a physical person, enjoying knowing that someone else was there. However, he didn't want to anger this girl, and so he would respect her boundaries. Angering anyone in this place was a pretty bad idea. This chick looked like she could hold her own, and he certainly wasn't looking for a fight. Though he wore clothes that were too big for him, his small physique was weak with little muscle, since his body usually ate that away when he starved himself. Cupun, unfortunately, probably wouldn't be able to withstand fighting. Against this girl, sure, he could hold his own, but it was better to just not fight.

Actions. Thoughts. "Speach."

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WORD COUNT ??358
OUTFIT ??Click
TAGGED ??THE LOVELY JUDE
STATUS ??Doneeee
NOTES ??<3
CREDIT ??This lovely template was made by yours truly, Syllvie (on proboards) aka daidai of Caution 2.0. These amazing lyrics are from Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace. If you steal this template, I will personally send my amazingly crazy Terrance to skin you alive with a butter knife. ^^ Love you! <3

[JUDE KATIE GILES]

jude k a t i e giles

"you break things when you get mad, eat a box of chocolates when you get sad, paint your toes cause you bite your nails. who are you when i'm not around?"

He was odd. Point blank. He radiated so much happiness it almost made her feel awkward around him but that fact hat he wasn't screaming insults or having a panic attack was peaceful. They were like mirror images when they relaxed, she could tell he wasn't up for a fight though. She wasn't even sure if he would even be up for a loud argument. The thought brought a small smile, more of a hesitant grimace, to her face. Dark eyes roamed over what she could glean from his body. So far she only got that he was slight, had awesome shoes, and had a cute face. Thin fingers twisted a single lock of hair that escaped from behind her ears, her head tilting slightly as she listened to him.

He actually wasn't kidding when it came to therapy. Face turned incredulous as he said he didn't have much to share. She had plenty, she just didn't like the therapists that thought their shit didn't stink and that none of the inmates could harm them. So much bullshit. The laugh drifted down the corridor slowly, her smile finally taking shape though it was still small. His laugh was sweet. That thought made her shake her head fiercely before looking down at his extended hand. Pale hand grasped it softly, eyes looking up to meet his briefly, before shaking it once and letting go. Straightening to her full, if short, height, she unzipped her jacket and folded it over one arm. Muscled arms, no she isn't manly, wrapped themselves around her waist as spoke. "I'm Jude Giles. My name's kinda short so nicknames are hard to come by." Her smile was actually genuine this time.

•• jude giles
•• done and open.
•• light bootcut jeans, orange tank, white DC jacket, white and orange plaid DC shoes.

[CUPUN ATANEQ YAZZIE]

(CUPUNataneqYAZZIE)

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Brown eyes remained on the girl. She looked almost... Hm. How to put it? She liked like she was nervous, but not? Like she was always ready for a fight, but didn't exactly want one. Cupun wasn't sure exactly how to word it. Well, he wasn't going to fight with her. Nope, nope. He'd rather eat than fight with anyone. He watched her stand up, and so, he, too, stood. He was pretty tall, standing at a couple inches over six feet. And the girl was rather short. Then again, nearly everyone was short when you were tall and lanky like Cupun was. For some reason or another, Cupun felt almost special when she touched his hand. Like she probably wouldn't have allowed anyone else near her, but Cupun had been able to get away with plucking the earbud from her ear and shaking her hand. It was pretty good feeling, actually.

This girl didn't radiate happiness. Perhaps the opposite. She seemed like a bitch, the kind that Cupun usually wouldn't converse with. But at the moment, she seemed more relaxed. Cupun had that way. He had some sort of charisma that drew people to him, made them feel comfortable. He'd had it for as long as he could remember. A smile was brought to his face as the girl introduced herself as Jude Giles, and said she didn't have any nicknames because of how short her name was. Cupun tilted his head slightly and grinned at the girl. "What if I called you Judy?" He was joking, of course. Judy sounded too much like an old person's name for him to ever call anyone that, let alone this girl who would probably claw his throat out for calling her that.

Actions. Thoughts. "Speach."

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WORD COUNT ??290
OUTFIT ??Click
TAGGED ??THE LOVELY JUDE
STATUS ??Doneeee
NOTES ??<3
CREDIT ??This lovely template was made by yours truly, Syllvie (on proboards) aka daidai of Caution 2.0. These amazing lyrics are from Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace. If you steal this template, I will personally send my amazingly crazy Terrance to skin you alive with a butter knife. ^^ Love you! <3