Living Dead girl (open)

[SYN LACUNA ROJO]

It was her second day in Iowa youth detention center, and already she was feeling like crap. It wasn’t because she felt trapped or anything but because it was her first 24 hours without consuming any drugs or alcohol. Syn who lived a life of anarchy of sex, drugs and alcohol was sober for twenty fucking four hours, the clock seemed to mock her pain by going slower every time she was able to count the second slowly crawling away, tick………..tock……….tick…….tock. Yesterday she felt fine, she was outgoing and loud as always but now that she was getting up from her small and blank cell she felt so blank, depressed anxious and angry all at the same time. Withdrawal was a bitch, she went to the bathroom, the only place where she could look at her reflection and found a blank pale face staring back at her. It had only been a day and her hair seem to have lost its shine, there was no lustful smirk or evil smile, her plumped lips were in the state of a permanent pout, the gray eyes that had once been full of shine were blank and almost glassy, her face was pale and with no glow. However that didn’t prevent her from dressing as her normal slut self.

It was still the weekend so she was allowed to wear whore clothes that her aunt brought her, she wore short shorts that were dirty and obviously look like they could cost less than $5, a plaid yellow bra, black g-string with hot pink and a black and white plaid crop top that didn’t cover her shoulders so her star tattoos were visible. Her belly button changed from a red playboy bunny to a baby blue one. Syn washed her hair and was too lazy to dry it off and make it straight so she allowed the dirty blond hair to take its natural wavy shape. She wore cheap silver flip flops that normally would give a loud clack as she started to walk around, but today she didn’t even seem to take steps more like just allowing her feet to drag her around the juvenile center. Even if she didn’t feel like wearing makeup she wore black eye shadow and blood red lips. Her entire being was feeling sick, she felt isolated and paranoid but at the same time she wanted to go outside and beat up whoever dared to talk to her.

Before she left the bathroom the door was pushed open and in came a girl running at full speed towards the nearest stall were she puked all over the bathroom tiles and herself. Syn couldn’t help but make a disgusted face, the smell was horrible since the only think the girl had puked was bile and blood. The girl seemed week and in excruciating pain, her thin arms hugged the toilet seats as she threw up once more, not caring about the vomit she was sitting on or the one running down her shirt. Syn knew she might be next, she really wasn’t a full blown drug addict but she had been drinking any type of alcohol, homemade or store bought since the age of five. She sniffed heroin, smoked pot and cigarettes as if it was a normal daily thing. Her gray eyes settled on the girl’s right arm. It was bruised, Syn could tell she injected heroin, and that was the reason why Syn was not in her position. It was easier to not become a heroin addict when you just sniffed instead of injected it straight into your vein. Nevertheless she felt just as miserable.

Not being able to stand the smell anymore Syn left the bathroom in a sluggish manner and walked around the juvenile, hoping she would be able to find comfort somewhere. She would’ve gone to the lounge but the human interaction was too great, plus she was in no mood to ear people laughing when she was feeling so ill. Her entire lower body felt weak and her knees shook with each step she took. Her eyes played tricks on her, slanting the view every five second or so and then making a copy of everything she saw. After a few failed attempts of trying to open the main door, Syn was able to grab the handle that wasn’t an illusion and with the little strength she had she opened the door to have the sun blind her sore eyes. Closing them and opening her eyes for a few second she began to see black spots and continued to walk. She looked dead, and some of the other juvies, and even some of the guards knew what she was going through. Detox was never fun, but she figured she could get clean so when she started to look for the people that had drugs, no one would suspect her. She had that trick all figured out…and so did the half of the druggie juvies, the other half didn’t even bother with the detox.

Syn found herself in the garden; her face looked around hate burning in her eyes. Was it suppose to be a happy place? Fuck no, it look cheap and fake, even for Syn’s low standards it was a repulsive way to try and make this place not seem like the hell hole it really was. To give the juvies some false hope that one day they would get out being a better being, but Syn wasn’t buying no one changed their ways that fast without having the revelation of some divine being appear in front of them, or having their lives flash in front of their eyes. Even then some people didn’t change, Syn knew she wasn’t going to change…And why? Well look at her name, she was named after sin, as all her siblings were. She was marked as a bad kid since the very beginning so why should a fucking center change that in a couple of months? Yeah she wasn’t buying that one bit.

Even as disgusted as she was of the purpose of the garden Syn was growing tired of walking, her head was spinning and she felt nauseous. These symptoms she had felt before, when she was pregnant with her kids Luna and Kash, but this time she knew it wasn’t pregnancy symptoms but her body calling for their daily drugs. Moaning softly she sat down on a bench and bought he knees up to her chin and rested her head in them, the dirty blond hair covering her face like a wavy and dirty curtain.

Syn’s outfit

[trixx]

hello world.
suck the life from my voice.
and breathe it back into yourselves.

Today had started out like nearly every other day for the last six months. He was woken up by his block's guards earlier than he ever would've wanted if he had a choice, but that was nothing new. He had almost started to adjust to the early time...emphasis on almost. Shortly after waking up, he skipped breakfast - yet again, nothing new with this. Who in the world would want to eat prison food; it was disgusting - to shower. This was how Trixx tended to do thing; though he wasn't self-conscious of his physical appearance, showering in front of the rest of the guys at this place just wasn't all that appealing. After showering, Trixx had headed back to his cell to change into clean clothes and just sat, staring at the black space on his drab, brick wall, waiting for something interesting to show up. Of course, nothing did. Trixx remained in this state for about half an hour before he got up and decided to actually do something.

One of the biggest problems for Trixx now was exactly where to go. Of course, he could stay in his cell and get high off whatever shit he had on him - cocaine, meth...maybe he had a joint left over? - but he knew the consequences of using his supply, rather than selling it. No matter how tempting getting fucked up off his ass was right now, Trixx forced himself away from his room and began wandering the halls, in search of some form of amusement. On his way out through the cell blocks, he passed the isolation room, grimacing at them. One of the things Trixx absolutely hated was being alone, and being locked alone was even worse. It was surprising that he hadn't gotten used to being alone yet, seeing as he had been locked up alone quite frequently, but no matter how many times he was separated, he'd still hate it. Today was the first day back in his cell after he had last gotten into trouble; surprise of all surprises, Trixx had gotten into a fist fight and tried to his one of the guards that broke up the fight. And why exactly did the teen get into yet another fight? Some kid decided during lunch that it would be witty to publicly call Trixx a 'fag', something that normally wouldn't bother Trixx...on one of his good days, that is. But those good days are rare so, like always, Trixx had to retaliate. 'And is that why I was able to get your girl to bend over for me? was what he had said; though Trixx doubted it would make much of a difference. But apparently it affected the other guy, who attempted to 'kick Trixx's ass'. Silly kid, he failed miserably. Of course Trixx got socked pretty hard in the side of the head, but it was nothing compared to the other guy's black eye. And, from that, Trixx got two days in the isolation rooms. Lovely, right?

After the isolation rooms, Trixx passed the lounge, which was a destination he pondered upon visiting. He contemplated dropping in, just to see if there was anyone to either fuck with or just talk to - though the second was somewhat unlikely. Of course, no one in there caught his interest. So off he went, heading in the direction of the outdoor areas of the prison. A little fresh air wouldn't hurt, right? Well, it was worth a try. Trixx passed by the courtyard first, which was surprisingly empty. From there, the sitting area - though there were several people sitting around and chatting, no one caught his interest.

The garden; that was honestly the last place Trixx thought he would wind up, but this was where he ultimately found himself. He wasn't in a social mood...meaning, he was actually quite pissy. After all, this was his first day of freedom in two days, and he had nothing to do. Of course it was no fault but his own that he was stuck in isolation in the first place; Trixx had made some bad choices since he was incarcerated. But really, what motivation did he have to stay on good terms with the guards and other prisoners? He was already stuck in this hell-hole for another nine and a half years with no chance of parole, good behavior wouldn't change things for him. Even if good behavior would change his sentence, it was already too late for him. Trixx had fucked up so much over the last six months that it was shocking that he wasn't constantly shadowed by guards. Whether it was fighting with both guards and other inmates, selling drugs, or doing drugs, Trixx didn't hold back at all. And the whole 'no boys in the girl's dorms' and visa versa? Yet another rule Trixx completely ignored. After all, he wasn't completely fond of fucking in the bathrooms, and where else was he expected to have sex? Outside in the gardens? Well, that would be a little kinky, but Trixx didn't find the idea of grass stains very appealing. But you never know until you try it, right?

Trixx took a deep breath of the mildly fresh air as he took a glance around the gardens, his gaze falling on a dirty blonde. She looked sick, but that made no difference at all to Trixx. He wasn't compassionate, sympathetic, nothing like that. Instead, he only glanced at her with a momentary interest before shifting his gaze to the pitiful, dying rose bushes. Despite the lack of anything interesting out in the gardens, there currently weren't any guards out, which gave the teenager a perfect chance to divulge in one of his habits. Without a moment's hesitation, Trixx slid his hand into one of the front pockets of his jeans and pulled out a cigarette and a slim, disposable lighter. Apathetically, he lit up, savoring the first hit of the cancerous smoke as it filled his lungs. After lighting up, Trixx took another glance around the small gardens, his eyes falling on the blonde girl once more. This time, he actually paid more attention to her physical appearance, rather than the quick glance he had initially done - where his eyes had fallen mainly on her chest, naturally. It didn't take Trixx, who was rather experienced with drugs, more than a minute of staring to take a guess that she was going through withdrawal; after all, he had been a dealer since the age of fifteen. Despite a small amount of interest in the girl - mainly on whether he could find a new client in her - Trixx continued to stare in some form of apathetic interest, switching his attention from his cigarette to the blonde.

ooc: Sorry, it's shit. I promise the next one'll be better.

[SYN LACUNA ROJO]

Syn was experienced something worse than three hangovers and pregnancy symptoms all in one. She was in pain but not really. The physical pain was actually bearable compared to the other type of pain she was feeling. She felt like the world around her was moving, even if her body was still she felt as if she was rocking side to side, at first it started really mellow but now it seemed as if she was on a boat in the middle of a tsunami. It rocked side to side with the occasional loop, her brain spun all around while still rocking side to side, back and forth. Syn had her eyes closed because she knew that if she had them open the spinning and rocking would feel even more real and she was trying with all her might not to throw up. She didn't have anything in her stomach yet she swallowed hard hoping that her saliva would loosen up the big knot in her throat. Her stomach also had a knot but it had this empty feeling which made no sense to Syn since she felt like she had vomit in the middle of her throat ready to come out.

She knew she had a fever because she felt the sweat dripping from her forehead but at the same time she was freezing to death to the point that she felt chills running down her spine and wrapping itself around her bones. Her head throbbed with agony not allowing her to concentrate on something for too long. That was happening on the outside but that was not the worse thing in the world.She felt confused and angry, which got her angrier. The pit in her stomach gave her the sense that she was falling, her mouth craved something. Syn tried to think of getting some water but her mouth rejected the thought of any liquid that did not contain alcohol, her blood was pleading for the drugs. her lung craved the toxins she gave them every day. At some point she felt that she would not live without smoking something, she wanted the pain to stop and she wanted to feel normal once more but there was a purpose for all the suffering. She kept reminding herself that once detox was over she would have as many drugs and alcohol as she wanted.

Her mind started to think of the memories and of events that happened back at Dixie Inn. She wasn't thinking about her family but she was thinking about the time she made moonshine and the taste of it, how most store bought things didn't taste as powerful as Rojo moonshine. Syn tried to distract herself from the thought of any substance that would get her high so she lifted up her head and leaned against the bench. Her head felt like it was a thousand pounds and it just went all the way back. Lowering her legs she used her right arm to support her head.

Her gray eyes slowly opened hoping that she would not be too dizzy to actually see. At first time there was two of everything, but a few seconds of nausea later and she was able to see. Her gray eyes focused on the silhouette that was near her. "watcha starin' at?!" Syn snapped with her thick Louisiana accent in it's full classless and loud glory.Yes there was people in Louisiana that talked normally but given the fact that she was white trash her accent always reflected her lack of education and her wild personality. Her eyes glanced at the person, hatred raising, she didn't really had a reason to be pissed at the person but she was going through rough shit so she had to take it out on someone.

Syn's eyes fell on the cigarette the guy was holding, half her brain was ordering her to just walk up to this person and just ask for a smoke, or better yet just walk up right to the person and snatch the cigarette from his hands. Chances are that if she did she would die, but at this point she didn't care if she died or not. The other part of her brain ordered her to stay and reminded her of the purpose she had settled on, drugs and alcohol 24/7. Her mind pulled a trick on Syn's limbs and started to think if she had booze and drugs all the time that meant that people will either want to buy or suck up to her so they could get drugs. Sucking up to her might mean that some people will sleep with her for drugs, which she was completely fine with. Sex, drugs and alcohol now that was something she could live with.

Having even a better goal to withstand the need for drugs, Syn sat up straight and brought one leg over the other and crossed her arms around her chest as she stared at the person "well you gonna stand there and keep starin' at me?" She asked with curiosity