- - - YOU TRAMPS AND LUNATICS

[leila]

SO DROP YOUR PISS AND ROOM BAIT
and make sure you’re not late

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• • • • • • • • • • • RAVEN KASS ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

It was always nice getting the house to herself, especially lately. Her mother was always a rather busy woman, almost always at the hospital working on saving lives while Leila planned on destroying them all. Leila had grown used to her mother being at work more than at home from an early age, actually cherishing that quality about the woman. It just made hiding her true self from her all the easier, since she didn’t know Leila at all and even admitted to that. They had never had that strong mother-daughter connection at all, which she was more than okay with. Leila’s father was usually around though, in his study working away at his latest novel. Her father wrote, coincidentally, wrote horror stories. For about six years now he had been writing an ongoing series about a rather decorative serial killer who had no plans on getting caught. She had always used her father’s love of writing horror as a reason for her own interest in serial killers when she was younger. Her mother had found it twisted for a little girl to prefer reading stories of murderers over stories of princesses, but she had passed it off as being a daddy’s girl. Her father liked to say that Leila was his favourite critic, always reading his books before anyone else got to them. She would often give him tips based on her own personal experiences but passed it off as “reading it in a book somewhere”. It worked like a charm. Her father wasn’t around right now though, on a book signing tour that left her home alone most of the time.

Well, not completely alone. Her brother came to visit every now and then to keep her company, and she had her dogs as well. Leila liked having the house to herself, as any teenage girl would. Especially now that she was dating Raven. Her parents certainly couldn’t find out about him, so having them gone kept keeping him a secret pretty damn easy. It was just a matter of him coming and going without the neighbours getting suspicious now, since some of her neighbours happened to be people she went to school with. As of yet, she was sure no one truly suspected her of being anything but what she claimed to be. Despite having to struggle to keep up her kind and selfless image, she liked to think that she was doing a damn good job at it. She had, of course, been questioned about Dane’s attack by the one teacher who knew who she truly was, but why would she attack a boy when she was after girls? She teacher ended up admitting that it wasn’t her usual target, and that the smiley face burn wasn’t something she was particular of either. She was off the hook, which was where she planned on staying. She wasn’t going to get caught, and she had Jack the Ripper to help her out with that. Jack, who should be on his way now.

She was dressed no different than usual, always formal and polite about her clothing. She still preferred the old gowns of her time period, but made due with skirts and dresses that were modern so she blended in more effectively. Today’s skirt was a soft brown color that fell a few inches above her knees, two large pockets and a thin belt for decoration. To go along with it she had on a creamy colored oversized sweater that hung off of both of her shoulders, revealing the dark brown straps of the bra she had on under it. The sweater made her appear more petite than she already was, matched with a creamy cashmere coat; she was cold. Curled up on the couch with her two dogs asleep at her feet, she read a book about a serial killer she couldn’t help but admire: Luis Garavito. Convicting of killing one hundred and thirty-eight people but suspecting of murdering over three hundred, she couldn’t help but hold him in high regard. Still alive at fifty-something, she hoped that she could meet him before he died.

words: 689
outfit: clicky!
lyrics: marilyn manson, the golden age of grotesque
notes: - - -

[Raven Spencer Kass]

So let the record show
That you murdered me

In your coldest blood
With your own two hands

So Raven did not like spending time in his dorm mostly because his one roommate got on his nerves to no end. After all he had been formally dissed in a duel of sarcasm, but still would not just accept defeat. Ah well, at least the red stuck to his hair so he didn't have to dye the blond part black again being that it would simply be annoying to do. Though it was growing out a little. It just looked like he missed spots or something. Ah well it was all over his head as it was and so a bit missing was no big deal. Not like anyone would notice unless he was in sunlight anyway, and being that he was wearing a hat that was no issue. Also, he doubted anyone would stop him on the street to tell him that his hair was fucked up. Being that he was slightly intimidating at times and would actually probably punch them for it simply because they were annoying. Anyway he basically just needed out of his dorm which meant he should probably grab a coat. Or, to hell with it he didn't need a stupid coat. If he got cold then whatever no big deal to him. Just so long as he didn't have to be in his dorm it wasn't important. Though hours of being outside in this weather didn't exactly seem like the best of ideas either. So thus he was glad that he was going to Leila's instead.

Apparently her parents weren't home and so she had the place to herself for the most part. Lucky her, he wished his roommates would drop off the face of the Earth so that he would have his room to himself. Ah well, whatever he should leave before they show up because if they showed up now he would just end up in a verbal battle and thus late. For which Leila might just very well kill him. So he picked up his backpack that he carried with him at all times and scuttled out of the dorm. Sure he got a few odd looks for not wearing a coat by adults around town, but they could shove it. Which is obviously what his face suggested being that none of them bothered him. It also probably helped that he was wearing headphones despite the fact that his music player wasn't actually turned on. People were more likely to talk about you while standing next to you if they thought they couldn't hear you. Which he definitely learned some interesting things about what might have happened to Dane on Halloween. Probably a good decision to keep his headphones unplugged then being that he didn't want to draw suspcion to himself by asking about it. Most of the kids at school had pretty much never heard him talk, so asking what happened would be out of character. So thus he just walked slowly and listened to the different variations to stories that seemed to be made up. So really they had no idea who had attacked the boy, and obviously the boy had no idea either. Made things easier on him and Leila that was for sure. Though he was finding it rather hard to not burst into laughter. Thus he lit up a smoke so that it wouldn't be obvious that he was smiling. After all it's not exactly easy to smile with something in your mouth anyway. Besides, it would also calm him down to keep him from killing something out of amusement.

He'd finally made it to Leila's house and knocked on her door. Not like he had to sneak in the back or something. That would be questionable. Nope, if he went up to the door they might think they were stuck working on some project or something and thus it wasn't like he was there for other reasons. The backpack probably helped with that thought. So now Leila had to simply open the door to let him in. He was pretty much in his typical black jeans and black t-shirt. Nothing odd about that. There was also nothing odd about the fact that he was wearing black gloves and a few punk accessories along with a chain hanging along his left leg from his wallet. Just went with the whole look, and so did the converses he was wearing and the beanie that covered most of his hair. He even had black eyeliner. The only part that was probably a little odd would be the fact that he had muscles. So obviously he wasn't just an emo kid, nope he looked more like one of those people that did drugs, or ran around vandalizing things because it was fun. The fact that he was smoking just helped that. Which he should probably put that out now actually. While waiting for the door to open he put the smoke out on his shoe before sticking the end in his pocket to throw away later. Not like he was going to be littering or something. Leila would probably also kill him for that to be honest. Which he definitely knew she could, it was just a matter of if he could stop her. He thought he might be able to, but wasn't sure so might as well not piss her off beyond reason to be safe.

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words: 919
tag: DEE and LEILA
note: must...catch...up XD
lyrics: Let the Record Show - Emilie Autumn

Don't think no one understands
It happens every day

[leila]

SO DROP YOUR PISS AND ROOM BAIT
and make sure you’re not late

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• • • • • • • • • • • RAVEN KASS ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

Either Leila was really good at acting or her parents were major idiots. Leila liked to think that she was pretty good at reading people, that she was a rather perceptive person, and she had yet to spot any hint of doubt in her parents as to her true nature. The act that she put on with her parents made her rather sick to her stomach, acting as sweet as possible without raising suspicion. She went out of her way to appear like the average teenage girl, kind and eager to help, studious with a bit of an attitude. She couldn’t act completely perfect, so she pulled tantrums about them being in her room or forbidding her to do something. She had pulled one of those tantrums when they had told her that Raven seemed “shady” and “no good” and that she shouldn’t be hanging around with the likes of him. She always pulled the argument that she had to make her own mistakes and learn these things for herself. They seemed to agree with that to a certain extent, reminding her of the lessons she was too young to learn and the “harsh reality” of the world. Oh, she was well aware of how harsh the world could be; they didn’t need to give her any lectures about that. After killing her first dozen victims she had pieced together that the world was a pretty cruel bitch, but at least she wasn’t on the receiving end of that. Leila was planning on keeping it that way, always giving the cruelty and never gaining any for herself. She was going to stay young for the rest of this life, be with Raven and kill for a living and cause misery and despair wherever she went.

There was a very strong sense of satisfaction in knowing that her family had absolutely no idea what she was hiding and how many secrets she kept from them. Raven was far more dangerous than they would ever know. Not even Leila’s brother, who she had actually looked up for a better part of her childhood, didn’t suspect a thing. She had seen brief moments of question in his eyes, but he didn’t seem too concerned. It was more like he just wanted a deeper insight onto what went on in her head. She had an odd sort of fondness for her brother, mostly because he had never judged her interest in dark and morbid topics. He had always treated her with respect, even as a small child, and answered any questions that she may have. He got her books on psychopaths and murderers and let her watch movies like From Hell and Zodiac even though their parents said “absolutely not”. He fuelled her research on becoming a better killer, the best killer, and for that she had respect for him. On the phone he had said that he didn’t see anything wrong with Raven if she had feelings for him, but that if Raven her hurt he would be paying for that mistake. It seemed like a typical brother thing to say as far as she was aware, which she appreciated after the long lecture about how bad Raven was for her.

He dogs were up before Raven had even knocked, well before and all ready at the door. They were protective animals, though she didn’t really like them very much. She was heading toward the front door and was about halfway there by the time Raven was knocking. If her perfect suburban neighbours asked she was being forced to do a project with one of the “troubled” students because they felt that she could “handle him” or something along those lines. She was pretty good at convincing people when she had to, which was almost all of the time. Of course, school work and petty excused were the last of her worries right now. She was more concerned about getting Vlad and Marcea, her to Dobermans, out of the way in case they jumped at Raven. “Go lay down!”

[/color] she commanded in a firm and clearly annoyed tone, causing Vlad to go to the dog bed in the kitchen and Mercea made him elf comfortable between the couches. She opened the door just in time to see him crushing a cigarette with his shoe, stepping aside so that he could come in. She tried to look as uninterested in him as possible, rolling her eyes with an irritated expression in case the neighbours were watching. They were nosy people, obsessed with gossip and anything that went against their idea of perfection. Once he was inside she closed the door, lifting on to the tips of her toes so that she could kiss him. Most girls hated the smell and taste of cigarettes but she loved it. Mostly, she just loved Raven’s taste; she couldn’t get enough of it. “Hello,”[/color] she mused with her arms wrapping around his neck. [/justify][/blockquote]words: 857
outfit: clicky!
lyrics: marilyn manson, the golden age of grotesque
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