I Know They're Bad for Me, Okay?! (OPEN)

[Elysia O'Broin]

She knew they were bad for her the moment she lit up her first at ten; those tiny little death sticks that were oh so deceptively innocent in looks and cheap back home, but cost an arm and a leg here. Usually she smoked the good ones, but her lack of money had forced her to quick almost as soon as she'd gotten here--something she could maintain for months at a time depending on her stress level. Currently she was breaking a one year streak; she'd been good for almost twelve months, only to be shot down by one phone call from her sister.

"Collin's coming to visit for the summer," Juliet's soft voice informed her through the reciever. "He convinced Adrian to take him up there to visit you."

Fan-freaking-tastic wasn't it? She'd gone this long without seeing the shit and now he was seeking her out to laugh in her juvie-bound face; just the thought had sent her scrambling for the carton hidden under her bed.

Sickly smoke billowed above her as she blew out another puff, twisting and contorting into nothing until it was just the smell that remained. "Ah cannae take this," she muttered around the cigarette dangling from her rouged lips. The blonde took another calming puff before removing the stub and rubbing it out on the step she leaning against. Usually she spoke in the harsh American accent she'd forcibly taught herself instead of the soft lyrical accent of her beloved homeland, however she dropped it when by herself like now. It took too much concentration to hide her accent and right now she just wanted to be blissfully brain dead.

Booze would help came her amused thoughts, but to get that would mean her sneaking out and she was too emotionally exausted to think of a plan full proof enough to get her in and out before she was noticed.

"Ugh, if they do let the feckkin' arse in, Ah hope they poot a shock cahlor on 'im," she muttered before lighting another.

[kisa]

The tiny Russian drug dealer made her way through the center, ignoring most everyone around her unless she felt that they were worth her attention. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail on top of her head and she was dressed in a short skirt and a white shirt, ignoring what anyone thought or looked. She didn't hold her tongue, even to the teachers and people that were supposedly above her.

Kisa was not a fan of people, but she held a bit of patience for her Irish roommate, who she was currently looking for since she had a spare package of cigarettes. The Russian had one tucked behind her ear and a water bottle in her hand, which was full of vodka. For some odd reason, she always had those two commodities and shared freely with her roommate, but charged others for anything else that they wanted from her.

It didn't take long to find the Irish, arching a delicate eyebrow as she listened to her roommate talk to herself. "Put a shock collar on vho?" she asked, her Russian accent coming out, making her seem far more exotic than she felt she was. "I hope zat you are not plotting zis for ze annoying child," she said, pulling her own cigarette down and lighting it, blowing a perfect smoke ring up, pale eyes watching.

Kisa settled comfortably down, screwing the top off her bottle and taking a swig, before holding it out and offering it to her roommate, knowing that she would need it to talk. It always paid to get her roommate drunk, funny things happened, but never sex. You didn't sleep with your roommate unless you were planning on marrying or staying together for a long time.

[Elysia O'Broin]

The grin she gave the Russian was almost impish, a result of the playfullness her people were famous for. "Nah, iffin' Ah did that, we'd neva' hear th' end of it," she replied lightly and took the bottle from her. The swig she took was long and deep, but the face she pulled after lasted only a second before taking a smaller, shorter one. "Vodka? Ye know Ah don' usually drink th' stuff."

But it was certainly better than nothing, and so she was able to do two of her three favorite things: drink and smoke. She handed the bottle back and took a long drag of her cigarette, blowing smoke out her nose.

"Me brother is who it's fer," she informed her. Her tone was unusually dark, but it was understandable; he was the reason she needed a nightlight after all. "Ah was thinkig it'd keep th' dog from makin' any stupid remarks aboot why Am here and heading straight ta pris'n after."

Because that's what they all expected to happen; she would get out, relapse, and get put away for something even worse than arson or assault. Even her sisters gave her a wide berth now whenever one was in town and came for a visit--the very same sisters who she had loved more than her own life before everything went down. Figured they may as well kiss her goodbye now before she was gone forever. Elly snorted at the thought; she was going to be gone forever, all right, but not in some maximum security prison.

She was gonna make a name for herself in the literary world and never see them again.

The blonde looked down at the fag between her fingers thoughtfully while a small buzz began kicking; vodka was some strong stuff.

[kisa]

The Russian hummed, taking a drag on her own cancer stick, and blowing the smoke skyward. She listened to her roommate, mostly because she wasn't bothered by the accent and her roommate was amusing. That wasn't to say the girl would bat an eyelash at whatever happened, she learned to seal her emotions away, to become a sociopath, per se, to survive. And Kisa hated males.

Well, that was not accurate. She hated males that were larger than her and so far, only one here had not posed as a threat to her, but however, her roommate's brother was seeming to pose a very real threat and Kisa would not have it. She took a swig of her vodka, feeling the pleasant buzz begin. Now, to say that she was feeling the buzz meant she had already drunk quite a bit. "Zen perhaps I shall do somezing. Ze boy should be taught a lesson. Perhaps I shall show him around," she said, grinning with a bit of malice.

Kisa knew how to work boys and girls, from the years as a prostitute and she knew what to do in a situation, and Elly's brother would pose no challenge. Kisa may have well been a sociopath, for how little guilt she felt for what she did. Oh she knew somethings were wrong, but she just didn't care anymore, after she saw that no one cared about her with her father and everything he had done to her, they believed him, no one could stand against him. However, he was dead and Kisa didn't have to worry about him, Ivan was the one in charge of her now and he was distant, like a dream.

"And Irish, you are too good to be like ze rest of zem. I know you vill not give in, you are stronger zan you believe and zey are unimportant," she said, waving a delicate hand. "Ze did not care zen, why should you care about zem now; why should they care about you. Live for your own and feel no regret," she said.

[Elysia O'Broin]

She took a nother drag, this one longer then the first. "Ah know tha'; Am not goin' ta college fer writing fer nothin' ye know," she laughed after blowing the smoke out her mouth. "But it hurts tha' th' rest 'o them don'. Ah used ta love me sisters ye know--afore they went an' chose th' prick o'er me. Mah parents never had mah love, so screw them anyways."

And really she didn't care about what her dumb shit brother or negilgent parents thought; because they had never cared for her when all she's wanted was that, only to have it blow up in her face. Her sisters, however, she still cared for no matter how angry she was at them and wanted them to understand above all else. The fact that they were basically paying to have her worst enemy come up and visit told of how little they thought of her though and she figured it was time to move on. Elly had no family as of twenty minutes ago.

She stubbed her cigarette out. "Ye cun do wotever ye want ta him, so long as he doesnae die. Ah don' wan' ye goin' ta prison fer murder when yer almost eighteen," she informed her with a bright smile. Kisa may not of thought much of her other then a source of cash, but the girl had basically become her best friend with out realizing it. The Russian put up with her silliness and eccentricities, lived with her without much complaint, and was a good drinking buddy when the situation called for it.

There was also the fact that she never asked why the blonde had to sleep with a nightlight at nearly eighteen, but she figured she had her own reasons. In any case, Elly was grateful.

[kisa]

Kisa grinned, more a pulling back of the lips than a true smile as she pulled on her own cancer stick, sipping her drink and letting the buzz fill her mind, making everything a little bit blurred and a little more humorous. "Zen I shall have my way with ze boy. He'll be addicted and won't even know it," she said, her accent making the words seem less malicious than they were.

She watched the smoke curl up into the air, faint wisps and little marks that would stain for a small time, but the smell, the smell would linger. Much like a fire, these were small fires that could easily be put out, small stains on the world. She was amused, that much was certain, but as to what exactly she would do to the boy, that was yet to be determined.

"Do you have any preferences as to what I do to the little govnetso?" she asked, a darker tone fitting her words as she grinned up at her roommate, a darker sort of impishness across her features. She was not a friendly type, especially since she was indeed fond of her roommate and perceived this brother to be a threat, something that must be eliminated or taught a lesson.

Kisa was a strange creature, preferring women over men, yet not at all having made a single pass at anyone here, despite being locked up for drug dealing and prostitution. She blinked an innocent looking face up at her roommate, smiling slightly as she watched the Irish female with some amusement, hoping she would get the freedom to do what she wanted.

Kisa thrived on doing things that were completely against what should be done, but she hid it well, along with her other emotions, except for a little bit of anger, which mostly turned into irritation.

[Elysia O'Broin]

"Addicted tah YOU mebbe," she cackled. For a few moments the blonde remained silently thoughtful as she snatched the flask from her room mate and took a swig and wiping her mouth on her sleeve. A part of her, the rehabilitated part, wanted her to leave it be and be the bigger person and show him that she was above his crap; but the more vengeful and traumatised side of her was screaming at her to carpe diem, so to speak. "Oh Father who art in Heaven, forgive me for what I'm about to do," she muttered before looking up at Kisa with an evil gleam in her eye.

"Tear him apart," she hissed in her American accent; it was her way of letting the other know how very serious she was. And she was dead serious. "Rip him open and tear out his insides, but don't kill him. Make him feel the same pain and humiliation I felt the night he snuck into my room and raped me. I want him to sleep with a light on for the rest of his life so he knows what he did to me."

It was the only time she would ever ask for anything like this from her beloved room mate, and probably the last; she was all for them all being set straight and moving on with their lives when they got out, but some wounds never healed. Kisa understood that better than anyone obviously, otherwise she wouldn't have offered; it wouldn't make her feel any better, but it would help her get over it someday. Knowing he'd suffered the same way as her...

Elly was going to Hell and she knew it, but there was no way she was going to let the prick get away with what he'd done to her (and probably other girls who had been weak like her) without some sort of retribution on her side.

[kisa]

It was a dark smile that tilted the girl's lips, showing that she approved. Kisa was not afraid of getting her hands dirty and she knew how to deliver the boy exactly how her roommate wanted. Normally Kisa detested getting personal with males, but she could spin a tale and a fantasy if she had to, and right now, she was going to make the boy suffer.

Nodding, she exhaled the smoke, watching as it curled and twisted on itself, much like little dragons eating each other, competing for survival. "Zen I shall deliver him to you exactly how you ask," she said, looking at her roommate with patience beyond belief. "Ze boy shall not know vat he became entangled in," she murmured.

Brushing some hair behind her ear, she tapped some ash off, not really caring to watch it before taking the flask back, tipping it into her mouth, her expression hardly changing as a pink tongue flicked out, licking her lips in delight at the revenge. The girl really was scary when she wanted to be, seemingly so innocent until you really looked at her eyes. She was far older than she should be, at eighteen.

"You vill not recognize ze boy vhen I am done vith him," she said, her russian accent curling around her words, growing thicker with her thoughts. Her accent always grew thicker and harsher when she was plotting something, the only give away that she had when her emotions were running amok and coming out, as they were now. "He vill be naught but a shell of vat he used to be, zen," she said, the only cues as to what she was willing and planning to do.

[Elysia O'Broin]

The laugh she gave in reply was anything but sweet despite it's owner's looks; Elly wasn't in Ridgestone for nothing. Those that had had doubts learned very quickly that she was just as ruthless as the rest of them. Sure, she hadn't killed anyone yet, but she'd been damn close. In a lot of ways she and Kisa were alike because of this.

And then there was the fact that she'd snapped and cut up Ashton's pretty little face a few days prior; suffice to say the boy was no longer her 'best mate'.

Of there was also the fact that she still had that annoying little thing called a 'conscience', and even before the deed was done she was having a few reservations. Ones that needed to be addressed.

"Don't give him anything he can get addicted to," she told the other girl. Sure Elly drank and smoked (and probably would to death if she didn't get a handle on it), but the hardcore shit had never been her thing; the promise of what could happen had scared her so badly she'd had nightmares about THAT instead for weeks. "Use roofies or whatever to knock him out, but, mucha s I hate him, I don't want my brother to turn into an addict. It wouldn't look good if he came here to visit to leave a druggie."

The severity of her words brought out her American accent once more, just so she could be understood. People knew that, while she often used it to mask her Irish heritage anyways, it also meant she was being dead serious. Elly loved Kisa to pieces (which the other girl couldn't quite understand), but she knew how she was; subtlety wasn't what was needed in this situation.

[kisa]

Kisa 'hnned', exhaling the smoke through her mouth for a moment before shrugging. "You know how I am, Irish. He vill get done vhat he gets done and vhat he was begotten," she said, shrugging as she stubbed out the cigarette by her boot. "Boys never listen ze first time, do zey?"

It was pretty well known that Kisa did not like males that were larger or stronger than her, which was pretty much the entire male population. Wren was the one exception, he was a buyer and she could easily take him since he was scrawny and more interested in sex than fighting. The tiny Russian seemed to hold a special hatred in her walled off heart for males accused of abuse and rape, whether or not anyone knew it had anything to do with her was someone's best guess.

She shrugged, taking a long drink of her vodka, letting it build a pleasant buzz in her brain. A little drink was always essential for a plan. "Vhen is ze выблядок going to arrive?" she asked, the Russian word in there showing just how much disdain she had for Elly's brother and how little care she was going to treat him with.

Kisa had her own ways of getting around things, and making it known she didn't care what happened to her was one of them, which was why she never bothered with the teachers and they sort of gave up on her. She was one of those students that seemed to not want to change, and most of them were fine with that; just another statistic when she got out--if she got out.

She ran a hand through her blonde hair before flicking her eyes back up at Elly, as if to say 'well? Are you going to answer?'

[Elysia O'Broin]

But Elly did care, and she didn't want Kisa to do anything that would get her in any more trouble than she already was. Which was why she was setting these ground rules in case she got out of control. Sure, Collin dserved whatever Kisa was going to give him, but not at the risk of her freedom. The Irishwoman would never ask her to do that--she had too much respect for her as a woman.

tbc