PAYNE, Jynx Lita

[jynx]

CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

JYNX LITA PAYNE *

"You wanna know about me? Why should I tell you?Hmm... Well since you asked me so nicely I suppose I can make your obviously pitiful little day by talking with you. For starters, I'm Jynx. No lie, that's my birth name. My mother was none too pleased about my presence in her belly, but anywho, we'll get to that in just a second. I'm 19, fresh outta high school, ready for the real world... No fucking clue what I wanna do with my life, but let me tell you I've done plenty in my short existence. Everyone tells me I look like some chick named Hannie Dropkick, I have no friggin' idea who she is, but obviously she's sexy. What? Does that word embarrass you? You blushin' like crazy. Well, get over it. I'm a sex fiend and anyone will do. By anyone I mean I swing both ways, girls boys either one. I don't do long term commitment so if that's your style, I'm not your girl.

My story? heh, get comfortable, you may be here for a while. I was born in a small town, I haven't always lived in Jersey. I used to live in Colorado. Around Denver. It was never boring there, but anyone I'll try to stay in sequence. I grew up there for a few years. As far back as I can remember my mom has always treated me like she's pissed at me. She never did the motherly thing like shopping with me, or being loving at all. She was cold, the Ice Queen, and I was the princess in training. Her boyfriend, not my dad he was only there for the fun, that's right I'm an illegitimate child, was a shit. He came around drunk all the time, I was too young to notice, but I got older, smarter. Anyways, As I grew up I got treated worse and worse. My mom got more distant and her boyfriend oldly got closer to me. He was a druggie, a drunkerd, and a chain smoker. And guess what else? Yep, mommy dearest had fallen for a pedophile. Around the time I turned 10 he started coming into my room and it started innocently, just him tucking me in and stuff. Around 15, he started getting aggressive. He started telling my to share his drugs, I was a confused adolescent, so I did. Cocaine, heroin, whatever. He didn't give me much, but he got me hooked so it was almost like I was begging him to come around just to get a fix. All he ever really did was touch me, but it was dirty, no gentle touches always rough. This stopped on my seventeenth birthday when my grandma took me away. She was unaware of my addiction and didn't understand why I was having the problems I had. She moved to Jersey and That's where I picked up the drums. I practiced daily and fueled by speed, I found a connection, I had alot of time to practice.

I got pretty good and had mingled well at my new school. I got a job to help pay for my nasty habits and it worked out nicely as it turns out. I met a boy who just so happens to be the singer in our band, Our rise and fall. We hit it off great and things seemed to be amazing until I flipped out over something and he dumped me. It was painful, but no big sweat, I moved forward in life and now I'm in a band with him and all his other exes. It's awkward sometimes, but I just try and stay out of the drama. I have to say, trying to avoid the drama gives me a lot of time, time to practice. More importantly, time to get high."

I COULD USE A

dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'

[*justify]
Hello, I'm Chloe. I'm 17 years young and I live in the central time zone. Live or die.

The new kid. No one ever wanted to be the new kid. You had to weave or force your way into a clique, find someone who doesn't think you're weird, and figure out where everything is. It was stressful. Hunter had managed to find his way to the main office which directed him to his dorm. He put all his suitcases and such on his bed and scattered about. He hated unpacking. He sighed and started to unpack and put things away. He finally managed to refold his clothes, fit them in his drawers and closet, and put his suitcases away. His hygienic items had all been put away and now he was bored. He glanced out of the window and noticed a bunch of people all congregated around what must have been the courtyard. Hunter decided he'd go check it out.

First, he wanted to shower. He felt grungy after unpacking. He went into the bathroom, shed his clothes and cleaned up. Showered and squeaky clean came back into his room and picked through his clothes. He settled on some dark denim skinny jeans and a bright blue plain v-neck t-shirt. He brushed his shaggy hair and slipped on his socks and his white converse. They were a bit grungy and dirty from being worn so often. He checked his hair, which somehow always dried straight. He slipped in his snake bites and walked outside.

As simple as it seemed from his room, the courtyard wasn't all so easy to find. He walked in what he thought was the right direction, but it lead him to a back alley with a large dumpster and some sketchy looking people. People he may need to find later for a bit of goods. He offered a killer crooked grin, his icy eyes remembering their faces. He noticed the girl staring at him. He winked at her and turned away and walked off. He let out a sigh and back tracked and tried another route. He manged to find it this time. He smiled, happy with his personal win. He strutted over the soft, lush grass. He spotted a large fountain and walked over to it and sat himself on the edge. He propped back on his hands and glanced around. His eyes scanning the crowd, mostly looking at the female population. He saw several possibilities, his lips curled into a smirk. A breeze blew by playing with his hair. He flipped it back into place and continued his people watching.[/*justify]

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