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“Hey! -- Hey you!” One of the staff called after her, holding onto his utility belt as he chased after the wild girl. The asylum was changing soon. Under new management or something like that; she didn’t wait around for all the details. The minute the information had reached her ears Trixie knew she had to get out, and so she immediately began the first of three good deeds to get her soul back. Compared to her usual attitude and treatment toward others, it wasn’t hard to find something that counted as an improvement, and with determination and a lot of practising patience, she had become human. She was still quick even running at human speed, but it was nothing in comparison to practically being able to walk on water -- regret was already working its way into her veins. As the brunette burst out of the front doors, she made a bee line for the parking lot where a few patients were making their final exit with their families. There was one, however, that caught her eye. Not too many people surrounding their vehicle, and they seemed rather distracted with moving their belongings into the trunk. Moving quickly, Trixie crept across the concrete enclosed by fence, staying below the windows height as she reached the car. Time was of the essence, and the man was sure to catch up soon enough. “Fuck it.” She whispered through an exhale, swallowing the angst that sooner provoked doubt. She wasn’t afraid. She wouldn’t allow herself to be no matter how much she didn’t understand the world she was jumping head first into. Timing everything carefully, Trixie opened the back door and slipped inside, closing it behind her before pulling a blanket that was lying across the back-seat over her body. The car rocked as the trunk was shut and the girl lay down, listening as the driver took their spot in front of the wheel and started the car.

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Arya Stark | Seasons One Through Five

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His voice was like a horn being blown into her ear, despite him not actually being loud. She was alert and on her toes, metaphorically, of course, but she stayed lying down in the snow with no desire to move just yet. "I'm always okay. I always will be okay." She answered. In contrast to her words, Trixie was feeling quite out of place lately. She loved being dead, she really did, and her hatred for humans hadn't wavered at all, yet she still couldn't shake the feeling that she was no longer living up to her reputation. She was the girl that nothing phased; not personal relationships, nor hurting someone physically or emotionally, not even taking a hit or two herself, but this was exactly how she'd felt when she was alive back in Tennessee; lonesome.

"H-Hey.. Are you okay?"

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01. O'Death † Jen Titus

Well I am death, none can excel, I'll open the door to heaven or hell. Whoa, death someone would pray, 'could you wait to call me another day?' The children prayed, the preacher preached, time and mercy is out of your reach. I'll fix your feet 'til you cant walk, I'll lock your jaw 'til you cant talk, I'll close your eyes so you can't see; this very hour, come and go with me. I'm death, I come to take the soul, leave the body and leave it cold to draw up the flesh off of the frame; dirt and worm both have a claim.

02. Four Things † The Romanovs

I'm real lush deep inside, but I've got some hell to scream. You say I'm tainted within, but look inside; you only recognize your own breed. I'll cram the sin down inside and bleed it out from every pore. I can think of four things I'd like to do; all involve a knife and four different parts of you. Funny how the black shines brighter than the white to your small vicious mind. I'll only remember what's convenient to me.

03. Super Cool † Bang Sugar Bang

You're everything that's wrong with the world, oh yeah, you're everything that's wrong with the world, oh yeah. Sunset, cell phone, trustfund repose, shove your accounts up your nose, then vomit all your vanity all over me. You think you're sweet, well here's how it's gonna go; I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna go, give you a little something to cry about.

04. Teenagers † My Chemical Romance

The boys and girls in the clique, the awful names that they stick; you're never gonna fit in much, kid, but if you're troubled and hurt what you got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did.

05. Black Sheep † Gin Wigmore

Got a pistol for a mouth, my old mama gave me that. Making my own road out of gravel and some wine, and if I have to fall then it won't be in your line ... I'm a bad woman to keep, make me mad, I'm not here to please. Paint me in a corner but my color comes back; once you go black, you never go back. I'm a black sheep, I'm a black sheep.

06. You Know My Name † Courtney Love

Then I woke up, smelled the burning. Yeah, I woke up, dead or winning. Lost the battle, lost the war, that's not what we came here for. Turn me up, my name is never; no my name, my name is never. Never surrender, never tell, won the war, now go to Hell.

07. The Grouch † Florence + The Machine

Glory days don't mean shit to me, I drank a six pack of apathy. Life's a bitch and so am I, the world owes me, so fuck you. Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals, I had a young and optimistic point of view. Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals, I had a young and optimistic point of view.

08. Whoa Is Me † Down With Webster

I try to act like a child born yesterday, but born to be wild. I cheated to get what I got, stepped all over yourself for my spot. I bet you I'm winning, I bet that you're not, I bet you don't see me, I bet you get caught. You just leave the talking to me, I'm dope and I'm hard on my feet; I'm the S to the H, the I to the T, and what you don't know you just gotta believe. Whoa, the more I feel it, the more I need it. You say whoa, whoa is me, I'm so whoa.

09. Blood On My Name † The Wright Brothers

When the fires, when the fires have surrounded you with the hounds of hell coming after you; I've got blood, I've got blood on my name. When the fires, when the fires are consuming you and your sacred stars won't be guiding you; I've got blood, I've got blood blood on my name.

10. Kill Of The Night † Gin Wigmore

The street's a liar, I'm gonna lure you into the dark. My cold desire to hear the boom, boom, boom of your heart. The danger is I'm dangerous and I might just tear you apart. Oh, ah, oh I'm gonna catch ya, I'm gonna get ya, get ya. Oh, ah, oh I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh you're my kill of the night.

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ZodiacChic Post:Scorpio

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"Remember what I said about changing my socks? Still higher on my list than staying here with you, smart ass."

Sofia turned back and glared at her. “Go. Away,” she hissed, clenching her fists.

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"Like I said, I don't joke with your kind."

Sofia looked down, closing her eyes for a moment and taking a breath before turning and walking away from Trixie. She wouldn’t let her get to her. She wouldn’t let a child make her feel worse than she already did.

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"Duh. Wow, you were that worthless?" She snickered. "Sucks to suck. I would, but changing my socks is higher on my list of important things to do. Snob? Well shit, you really put a lot of effort into that one, didn't ya?"

"I do need a lot of fixing. But you know what? My 'old man' isn’t going to do shit. The best he did was kick me down until I was laying in my own blood. You need to learn what is proper to say and when to say it, you little snob.”

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"You must be broken then 'cause I don't joke with your kind. Tell your stupid ol' man to fix you 'cause he didn't do so good the first time, obviously."

"You didn’t have to say you were joking. Your thoughts make it obvious enough, little demon.”

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Trixie had made it her business to know who the next patients to leave would be, and as soon as she'd gotten word from one of the doctors -- though not directly as she'd been snooping -- she had gathered up the items she'd hidden all over the asylum, put them into garbage bags and waited until the patient was officially moved out. Now she had every intention of claiming the room as she bumped the blonde hard with her shoulder, dragging her bags behind her. "Move." She said snapped, purposely knocking one of the bags into the girls leg. "This is my room now and if you're gonna be here everyday like that then we're gonna have a problem. And did someone put pepper in your eyes? Because if they didn't then you should stop crying. It's annoying me."

Kira stared into Damon’s room, even though she was avoiding him before he left, she did miss her boyfriend. She also missed Samuel too, he was her best friend. The young girl had been keeping to herself not talking to anymore. Kira did go to her sessions but during the hour she didn’t talk. She started to cry as she kept staring into his room. Kira didn’t get why they had to transfer him. 

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"...Who said I was joking?"

"Ha… Ha-ha…"

"Yeah. You’re not funny and that isn’t something you joke about."

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"Not true." She said, wiggling a finger as she walked the length of the room. "Well, for you, maybe. I guess your only other option is to try and climb over the door. Careful you don't slip."

Hey!

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"I would, but that would ruin the fun. Why don't you make this interesting and try to break it?" The little demon challenged.

Hey!

"This is not a funny joke! Let me out!”

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Wrinkling her nose, it was evident she strongly disliked the idea of it all. Hell, the last time she'd been in a school environment everything that could have possibly gone wrong did. Absentmindedly chewing her lip, Trixie thought back to the day that put a strong jump start to her downward spiral. She'd always been violent, but she'd never murdered three people until that day. Oddly enough she felt a shiver run through her body at the memory and quickly dismissed it, turning her narrowed blue orbs on Zach. As her lips parted to speak, she was about to decline when she realized that not being in school was a big part of the reason she didn't know half of the things most twelve year olds did. Instead, she kept silent, mulling it over for a moment longer until his voice broke her thoughts and a grin presented itself on her lips. "Good 'cause you got a real stupid look on your face." She said, tossing everything in her hands aside. "I know when it is!" She growled at him, the sole of her shoe slapping against the floor as she took a hard step towards him. "Fine. I'll be there -- but if I get bored I'm gonna make it fun."

Zach opened his mouth to answer but frowned. Who said anything about smelling anything? What did she mean? There was no way she was that bad with words. “Tutoring class.” He repeated. “Like… it’s class but not in school. You learn with one teacher… who is a tutor. She helps teach you stuff.” He sighed at the mess of paint she was making. Which wasn’t all bad because creativity to their own, but he figured it was a waste of paint, especially with the end result she got. Zach laughed softly and nodded. “I’ll get heated when you make fun of me. Well I’ve got class tomorrow so… tomorrow.  At twelve to three… That’s, you know,” he began, being completely honest and not intentionally being rude. “When the big hand and the little hand are on the twelve, but obviously not midnight because we have to sleep, so tomorrow during the day.”

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"Whatever. I win anyway for following the rules." For once.

Oh, I didn’t realize.I’m sorry Little Damned.

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Rolling her eyes, the small brunette let out a mild scoff before returning her eyes blue hues to him. Sorry was just something to say when there was nothing else, or what wimps wanted from her with the stupid thought that it would somehow make the pain she'd inflicted recede. "Good. 'Cause that's all you're gonna get." She said with a shrug. Expecting to feel the nails of Scrat, Trixie felt a pang of panic when there was an absence of pain on her shoulders. "Where is that stupid rat now?!" She asked herself through clenched teeth, pride suddenly being replaced with aggravation. She took the mirroring tilt of his head as an imitation, which only had the younger narrowing her large orbs at him as if offended now. "Everyone knows who I am." She said in the same tone she used when she was being threatened. "Well, everyone that matters. Trixie Finnicky. Remember that. And as for you... I'll just call you guy who promised me a slingshot until I actually get it. Maybe then I'll call you something worth remembering."

It amused Ventus when the girl crossed her arms as well. He couldn’t help the slight smile, though he was a little upset over the fact that she’s gotten the bad end of receiving something. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He told her. The therapist chuckled and he nodded. “Alright, that’s good enough for me.” Quite like how she had mimicked him, he mimicked her back by tilting his head at her. His eyebrows rose lightly at her question. This one was quite funny. She didn’t like being wrong, he could tell, and didn’t like seeming small. Knowing people in moments after meeting them was a talent of his, as it would since he’s been around for so long. “That’s because I’m a new therapist. Dr. Vincent Damhain although you can call me as you wish. Which, now that I think of it, I don’t know who you are, either.”