- - - DEAD CAN'T TESTIFY

[leila]

SO THEY MARCH ME DOWN
to the center of town with their pirchforks in the air

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• • • • • • • • • • • HAYDEN CALLLAGHAN ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

Looking out over the cafeteria, Leila couldn’t help but feel immense hatred toward everyone she saw. While on the outside she held a rather passive expression, kind of shy and timid, she was wishing death threats on each and every one of them. She sat at a table away from everyone, alone and liking it that way. It was safe to say that Leila hated people, and she especially hated most of the people she went to school with. The only tolerable person was of late was Errol, because even Talia annoyed the piss out of Leila at times. She had long ago accepted that almost everyone in the world was going to annoy the crap out of her because they were all too stupid. All she could think about for everyone who walked past her was a decorative and creative way to off the person, which brought a sweet smile to her innocent looking face. Leila’s cover had yet to be broken. The sweet disposition she had had yet to be questioned. She liked to believe that that meant her acting skills were better than she had originally thought, and Leila thought pretty highly of herself. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t hide the confident air she had when she walked. While her inner demons were hiding, her superiority complex liked to show itself every now and then.

Right now she appeared normal. She sat at her table with her lunch already devoured and the trash neatly piled for when she chose to get up. Her bag rested on the chair beside her and a notebook was currently in front of her, all of the writing in her own mix of Hungarian, Latin and Greek. (She didn’t want to risk a reincarnate being able to read it.) She wasn’t writing anything of great significance at the moment, but there were several death plans and notes on how not to get caught hiding in her coded notebook. She looked normal. She looked sweet. No one was to figure out the things she had written down n this notebook. Memories of her previous life, plans for her future in this life. She needed to keep up her innocent act, which so far was serving her very well. Instead of wearing the clothes she would have preferred she even chose to dress sweetly, though she rarely ever wore pants. Her skirt today tweed and brown in color, matched with a grey spaghetti strap top and a pastel kimono styled blouse that hung loose off of her body. Her shoes were brown and heeled, the only thing that really resembled how she wished to dress. An old cameo necklace hung off of her slender neck and bracelets decorated her wrists. Her dark brown hair was left cascading down her back and shoulders, lightly curled as per usual and neatly kept. Again, the murderous feelings inside of her didn’t show on the outside.

There was so much that Leila wished to do. She wanted to be a few years older and stay at that age, where she would be able to be on her own but young and beautiful. As it was with her previous life, Leila wanted to stay young. She was terrified of becoming old for the second time. She still believed that the blood of virgins would keep her young, but she wasn’t old enough to start with that just yet. There were too many strings attached right now, so she was going to have to wait a few years. For now she settled with animals, but it just wasn’t the same. In her notebook she jotted down a fond memory she had of her first life, sketching out the castle Elizabeth had grown up in. She wasn’t a very good artist though, so the drawing was on the crude side. She would stick to creating art out of body parts and astronomy and science. (The latter of those in her notebook as well.) When she saw a particular boy in her peripheral vision her first instinct was to grip her pencil tight out of irritation, but she loosened her grip and let a smile cross her face when he approached her.

words: 702
outfit: clicky!
lyrics: billy talent, dead can't testify
notes: - - -

[Hayden Connor Callaghan]

...and keeps a list of the

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He saw her sitting alone. She looked a bit younger than him. She had to be; Hayden didn't know her name. But what he did notice was that she was pretty. And pretty girls shouldn't ever sit alone. However, Hayden had to be careful. You never knew when a pretty girl was taken. Hayden had accidentally made a few enemies for hitting on girls that were taken.

So, and this may sound creepy but, he'd watched her for a while. She remained alone for the entire duration of lunch. He always thought the pretty girls had tons of friends...but apparently not. At least not in her case. He arched his eyebrow as she just looked out at everyone. Maybe she was looking for a friend? For company? Had someone abandoned her and left her alone to eat?

Little did he know she was looking out at everyone with a secret hate and pointless vendetta. He had no clue she was a mass murder trapped in the body of a young, beautiful girl. Had he known the trouble he was going to get himself in, he would have run the other direction. Hayden left Illinois to escape killings and murders...not to dapple in them elsewhere. Hopefully, this girl wouldn't literally be the death of him. Hopefully he wouldn't be her next victim due to his naive-ness. Hopefully he could get out before it was too late.

...Unfortunately, hopes don't get you very far nowadays, do they?

He had this dark cloud of bad luck following him where ever he went. ...Mostly bad luck with girls. He always did something clumsy, uncharming or stupid. Or the girls were taken...with big, intimidating boyfriends. He hoped that maybe talking to this girl wouldn't completely screw him over. If it did, he'd lock himself in his dorm and just enjoy his Xbox, Xbox live account, Call of Duty, potato chips and become a shut in!
...Okay not really, but he'd be pissed. He hoped things would be positive, though. Ah...how his hope was in vain!

He picked up his shiny, red apple and stood up from his table. He gave his friends a quick good bye before carefully walking over to the girl's table, watching her as she wrote. He stood behind her, wondering if he should say something or wait for her to notice him. Before he could make up his mind, she was smiling up at him. Hayden smiled back at her, "Hey..."

Wow. That was intensely lame. Hayden's blue eyes looked into hers, trying to find words to say so he wouldn't look like such a lame-wad. "I...kinda noticed no one was with you..." He said...stating the obvious and feeling foolish. He scratched the back of his head with one hand and stared down at the red apple in his other hand.

He cleared his throat and looked up at her again, a small, charming smile on his face. "Could I sit with you?" He asked, trying to regain confidence. He really could he quite charismatic when he was confident...

"I'm Hayden, by the way," He smiled at her, "Hayden Callaghan."

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WORD COUNT: 525... -.-'
LYRICS: toxic valentine - all time low
COMMENTS: i am so sorry. this completely sucked

[leila]

SO THEY MARCH ME DOWN
to the center of town with their pirchforks in the air

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• • • • • • • • • • • HAYDEN CALLLAGHAN ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

Leila was a people watcher. She loved to observe the people around her and try and piece together their lives based on their body language and habits. As her pale grey eyes looked out at the cafeteria, she did catch that someone was watching her. It didn’t bother her much at first, and she made sure not to let the boy know she was aware of him. She simply continued to watch the people around her, taking no interest in anyone in particular. She simply watched them. She tried to guess what the groups of people were talking about, which she concluded was nothing of any significance. Leila hated human kind, but they were interesting to watch. She thought of most of her peers and class mates as little sheep that needed to follow the leader around. She hated followers, but she had to play the role of one. She hated that it was socially unacceptable to be who she truly was.

Returning to her coded writing, Leila started ignoring the people she was so fascinated with. She loved watching them because she wasn’t anything like that. While they worried about clothes she worried about how she would settle the dark passenger living within her. They stressed about homework and she was too concerned making sure her inner demons were calm and her thirst for blood and murder dealt with. Leila was far from your average fifteen year old girl, though she played that role amazingly well. All of that people watching paid off for her in that sense. She used what she saw of her peers to know how to act to keep her innocent demeanour up. When a male voice sounded from behind her she slowly turned to look up at him, seeming disinterested for a moment before putting on her act. “Hi,”

[/color] she returned in a friendly tone, giving him a small smile.

On the inside she was wondering that the hell has possessed this guy to come up and talk to her, though on the outside she seemed interested I his company. Really, Leila couldn’t care less if he turned up dead tomorrow, but she had a reputation to maintain. “No one is stopping you,”[/color] she pointed out with a small laugh, closing her notebook and putting it back in her bag. “I’m Leila, Leila Washman,”[/color] she returned, having to force herself to use that name. She always had an overwhelming urge to introduce herself as Elizabeth contrary to the name she had been born into this time period with. “What brings you to my lonely table?”[/color] she inquired, turning so she was facing him. Her dark hair swept over her shoulder and rested down her chest, her hands folding in her lap. She looked polite and harmless enough, and she certainly didn’t feel like her mask was cracked. She was Leila, a sweet and harmless fifteen year old girl as far as Hayden would ever know. She doubted anything would come out of him talking to her today.
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outfit: clicky!
lyrics: billy talent, dead can't testify
notes: - - - [/blockquote]

[Hayden Connor Callaghan]

...and keeps a list of the

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He was completely oblivious to the fact that she really didn't wish for his company. He had no idea she didn't care if he was hit by a truck right now. He didn't know that to her, he was just part of a species — a disgusting, yet fascinating species — that she wanted to destroy, yet she enjoyed watching and toying with it...not unlike a cat and a doomed mouse. Hayden saw her as the rest of the world did. He saw her as a shy and beautiful young girl who, at the moment, appeared to be quite lonely. And Hayden was determined to remedy the situation. Surely she'd like that.

Oh the irony.

But can you blame him for not being suspicious? She did play her part amazingly well. She didn't act the way she felt. She was amazingly polite. “Hi,” she returned in a friendly tone, giving him a small smile. She was innocent. What on earth could have been suspicious about that hi? Nothing.

“No one is stopping you,”

"True," He said with a slight chuckle. Hurray for not being rejected by a girl! That might actually be a first for Hayden. ...That was kind of depressing. She was the first girl who hadn't sent her large intimidating boyfriend after him or simply ignored him. He really had to work on that. However, Hayden tried to think positive. At least the girl who had let him stay at her table was cute. He gave her a smile and sat beside her. He rolled his apple back and forth between his hands on the table. There was really no particular reason he did that...it was just habit. Mrs. Callaghan had never told her son not to play with his food. Then again, Mrs. Callaghan barely raised her son. Hayden's brother, Bronx, raised him while his mother ignored him. Bronx obviously saw no objections with food-playing.

“I’m Leila, Leila Washman,”

Leila. That was a pretty name. Leila...
Hayden grinned again and politely returned, "It's nice to meet you, Leila." The next line that would follow would generally be "are you new around here" and Hayden thought about saying it for a minute...
But if she wasn't, he'd look like a dumb ass. Also...he was the new one around here. That line wouldn't be good on any girl until maybe next year. So he just didn't bother.

“What brings you to my lonely table?” she inquired, turning so she was facing him.

He saw the way her dark hair swung over her shoulder and rested on her chest. He saw the way her hands were placed in her lap. I know that sounds creepy and in now ways did he intend on creeping on the girl...but...she was pretty. He couldn't help but notice that she was pretty in his personal opinion. "Well, I guess the fact that it's lonely," He replied with a shrug. His blue eyes met hers for a moment before he admitted hesitantly, "I couldn't help but notice you were all alone during lunch...so i thought I'd come over here and keep you company." He gave her a sheepish smile, "I'm all for meeting new people, y'know?"

Then he paused. What if she didn't like meeting new people? Aw shit. Was he bothering her? He didn't mean to. "Unless...you want me to go away," He added. He wasn't going to be a burden. If she didn't want company, he would depart. She probably didn't since she'd been alone all hour. She had probably only let him sit down simply to be polite.

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WORD COUNT: 606
LYRICS: Toxic Valentine - All Time Low
COMMENTS: FINALLY GOT IT DONE *dances*

[leila]

SO THEY MARCH ME DOWN
to the center of town with their pirchforks in the air

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• • • • • • • • • • • HAYDEN CALLLAGHAN ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

-Leila would never be able to understand why people insisted on approaching her. She never really intended to come across as friendly, even when she was trying to keep up her innocent image. She didn’t want people to try and be friends with her. She didn’t want people to trust her and ask her to hang out. However, she did need it. She needed those foolish people to assume that they were her best and most trusted friend so that she didn’t get caught. If the world knew about the darkness and bloodlust that lurked within her all times of the day they would send her to an asylum for the criminally insane in a heart beat, and Leila wasn’t about to let herself get locked up again. Her fear of being locked away sprouted from the punishment her past life had endured and was evident in her every day life. She couldn’t stand to be in a room if it didn’t have windows, and she especially couldn’t stand it if the door was shut as well. She had actually had panic attacks in class because of her fear of being locked away, but people just assumed she had severe claustrophobia. She wasn’t the only one in the school with irrational fears; get Isa in front of a candle and see what happens.

To be honest not many boys had ever approached her before, and if they had she hadn’t been paying attention. The closest she had gotten to being approached by a boy like this was when Raven saw her in an alley way downtown. That was the extent of her boy experience, because she had never gone to the school dances in her first year. Leila tried to keep herself unnoticed to boys. As much as she loved toying with them, a fake boyfriend seemed like far too much trouble. She couldn’t date someone who knew her real self, because it would be far too obvious, but she didn’t have the effort to date someone for image’s sake. It was just too much of a pain. Romance wasn’t on Leila’s to-do list to her real or fake self. She was too shy and modest for a boyfriend with her fake self, and her real self doubted she would find someone who wouldn’t be terrified of her. “Nice to meet you too,”

[/color] she replied automatically. She was all too familiar with this process and it felt almost robotic to her because of that.

She could definitely notice the look in his eyes as he watched her, but paid it no notice. While she wasn’t used to it, she didn’t care enough to react to it. Nothing would ever come of it anyways. Leila, murderer of hearts and of virgin women. She gave a small nod at his reply to why he was approaching her, her outer self understanding while on the inside she didn’t want him here. “Well that’s nice of you,”[/color] she smiled, forcing a small blush to her cheeks. She was trying to play shy and modest, and she certainly hoped it was working. So far so good she supposed. “New friends are always welcome,”[/color] she agreed, though she was nearly choking on her words. She made herself sick with how kind she could bring herself to be to people. There was a lot of juxtaposition going on with Leila right now; she was bring so nice to him while thinking of ways to kill him. “No, no. You can stay,”[/color] she protested, again with the juxtaposition. She really wanted him to just leave, but she couldn’t very well tell him that.
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outfit: clicky!
lyrics: billy talent, dead can't testify
notes: - - - [/blockquote]

[Hayden Connor Callaghan]

...and keeps a list of the

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The conversation thus far was...pretty one sided. But Hayden woudn't let himself get discouraged. At least not yet. It was far too early to give up. Hayden had some flirting left to do. He would get conversation out of her yet. He was very determined. He didn't know how this girl ticked, but she was pretty and he would get her to talk and smile, somehow.

...Somehow.

His plan of action was still a work in progress. Hayden tried to remember what Cillian had told him. "...To break through to shy girls is to take it slow and be gentle about it...maybe slip in a gentlemanly comment if he wants to flirt with her," Cillian had said. Slow and gentle. Hayden would try that. And hope he didn't fail epically at it. This was a new approach. A new strategy. We'll just see how this goes...

“Nice to meet you too,”

Hayden knew the reply was general. That's okay, though. Ice breakers were always dull like that. He just had to remember to be smooth and suave like Cillian. Smooth and suave. Yeah. He could do that! Or...he could try. Yes. Try was the key word. Hayden loved to believe he was the love doctor, but like any other 17-year-old boy, he was just as geeky, awkward and nervous as the rest of them when it came to pretty girls. He wasn't any different than other boys his age.

“Well that’s nice of you...New friends are always welcome,” He grinned and nodded in agreement, admiring the blush on her cheeks. That shade of red on her pale face...she looked so cute. Had Hayden been speaking, he would have stuttered. So, he was very thankful his mouth was currently shut. He flicked his hair out of his face, trying to make his eye off of her. He didn't want to come off as a creeper.

“No, no. You can stay,”

He smiled, very thankful she wasn't rejecting him and kicking him out. He got comfortable at her table again. He took a bite of his red apple to buy him some time and he thought of something to say. He took another bite so he could form the sentences in his head and not sound like a dumb ass. Finally he set his apple down and looked right at her. With his head tilted a bit to the side, he asked "So what's a girl like you going all alone here?" He paused, "You didn't get ditched, did you?" Perhaps that sounded too harsh. Change of subject time. He pauses as he thought of something and then asked, "What were you just writing about...if I may ask."

That was the polite, suaveness Cillian had spoken of, right? Otherwise, he was being plain creepy. Hayden as going for suave. Not creepy. His thoughts prayed silently as he waited for her answer, hoping she'd still be polite instead of creeped out.

...And maybe she'd talk a little more? It wouldn't kill her after all...

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WORD COUNT: 508
LYRICS: Toxic Valentine - All Time Low
COMMENTS:

[leila]

SO THEY MARCH ME DOWN
to the center of town with their pirchforks in the air

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• • • • • • • • • • • HAYDEN CALLLAGHAN ![/font][/color][/font][/size][/center]

If there was one thing Leila could admire in a person, it was determination. She could respect someone, a little bit, for being a headstrong person. The people who never gave up could be annoying at times, but they were also admirable kinds of people. She could respect a person who didn’t give up on their dreams, herself included. There was no way in the world Leila would let something as small as the law stop her from doing what made her happy. She wasn’t going to let a few police officers tell her what she could do with her life. If she wanted to kill virgin girls for a living she was going to do it, gosh darn it! She had a dream and she was going to achieve it! Back to the point, as annoying and unwanted as this guy was, she could kind of respect his persistence toward getting her to talk. She would humor him, she supposed, because she had nothing better to do. There was no Isabella around to argue with and irritate, and none of her fake friends around to subtly mock without them being aware of it.

She gave him a small and gentle smile, playing a little bit of a shy game with him to see what he would do next. Internally she was a little torn about him. She really wanted him to just go away so she could keep writing about murder plans, though she was pretty sure he couldn’t read Hungarian, Latin and Greek code she used on the notebook. She wanted to sneak out of school saying she was sick so she could go hurt something or someone. At the same time, however, she figured that he could help the image she tried to keep up to the world. She needed more fake friends to cover her ass. He seemed like someone she could easily manipulate, so she would keep him around for now. What a horrible girl she was, leading on some poor innocent and horny teenage boy. “A girl like me?”

[/color] she questioned innocently, tilting her head slightly to the right. She then shook it lightly, her hair flying around her face and shoulders as she did so. “Oh, no not at all. I chose to sit alone,”[/color] she replied with another tiny smile. Her fingers rakes through the front of her to keep and tangles from forming before tossing it onto her back. “Oh, it was just homework, nothing special,”[/color] she easily lied to him.

This was all too easy for Leila. Lying about what she had been doing and who she was was all too simple by now. She had this perfectly carved persona that became easier and easier for her to fake as she grew. Not to mention the fact that she had television, movies and books to help her hide who she truly was. It was so simple to just type in a few words and see the “common signs of a psychopath”. The Leila everyone knew and loved didn’t have any of those signs because she made sure of that. She took lessons from Dexter, reading the books and watching the television show to see just how to fake normality. Media made this all too effortless for a psychopath like her, and they weren’t even aware of it.
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outfit: clicky!
lyrics: billy talent, dead can't testify
notes: sorry it took so long[/blockquote]