dead mans party

[Kasen Lirit]

All dressed up with nowhere to go.

Kasen sneered at himself in the mirror before smirking, shuffling away. "Eat your heart out, Billyl Idol."

Walkin’ with a dead man over my shoulder.

It was true—sort of. The dressed up part. But hey, it was his Sunday best. And, bored as he was, it was amusing. He wasn’t the suit type of person. In fact, he looked and felt quite awkward in a suit. But hey, he was bored. You’d dress up fancy for no reason and dance alone in the bathroom too if you were that bored.
But hey, at least he was putting those kids from the breakfast club to shame with his classic 80’s playlist and Oingo Boingo. Oh Danny Elfman, you crazy son of a bitch.This was by far the most... dance-able. Well, when compared to, say, Little Demons. The cat is dead, the cat is dead. Yeah right.

I was struck my lightning, walking down the street. I was hit by something last night in my sleep.

Like the uncoordinated klutz Kasen was at heart, the tall boy slid over the linoleum in the bathroom, doing a few stumbley spins before slipping, sliding, and falling. And oh, did we mention jamming his thumb and wrist against the cabinet? “Ow.” Sitting up, he examined it, finding that, “Ow, fuck, I can’t move my thumb. Luckily schools had a little place that could help that. Sorta. Not much, but hey, it was the thought that counted right?

Clicking the stereo off, Kasen headed out quickly, barely stopping to slip the rainbow checkered Vans on. Wow did they clash with that suit. So did his hair. Recently, he’d decided to put a vivid fucia streak in the front. The bleaching had been hell, unfortunately. Arriving at the nurses office (and feeling every bit like the idiot he was) he cleared his throat and knocked at the door frame with his good hand, looking around for a nurse. Or whatever. Great. “Hello, I like, broke my wrist here. Any help? How the hell am I suppose to assist myself now?”

It’s a dead mans party, who could ask for more? Everybody’s coming, leave your body at the door.

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[Isolde Farraday]

"Mhmm, Mum. Riight. Really."

Fliiiick. A paperclip went skidding across the desk and hit the wall, landing in front of her. Izzy cradled the telephone between her cheek and shoulder and crouched down low, eye-level with the desk, grinning.

Aim and flick. It pinged off a cup full of pencils and fell down on the desk. How disappointing. She'd expected it to ricochet off and hit her in the face. Her grin fell into a frown, and she picked up the offending paper clip and was about to toss it over her shoulder, but decided one of her room mates might step on it and... ouch. She shrugged and began stretching it out, until it became one long wire. She mhmmed and hmmed along to whatever the hell her mother was saying, and started chewing on the paper clip without really thinking of it.

She stuffed the whole thing in her mouth sideways and glanced at herself in the mirror. She chuckled through the drool that was forming in her mouth: she looked silly.

"And THEN, Isolde, I caught Siobhan-" Her lips turned down in a frown around the paper clip. Her mother was always catching Siobhan at something...

Probably something stoopid.

She tried to wrench the paper clip from her mouth to say something, but she felt it scratch against her cheek. Blood oozed out.

"Sweet baby Jesus in a bicycle basket to the moon!"

She hung up before her mother could tell her to say hail mary five times fast and ran to the nurse's office. Her mouth was now filled with blood and it was making her sick. It had to be a deep cut. She was going to pass out.

Ah, door! She pushed it open and almost fell in.

"Paperclip... scratched my mouth... bleh! Ahh!" Blood was now dribbling out of her mouth.

Things got a little fuzzy, and she caught herself on a chair.

[Kasen Lirit]

Kasen poked and prodded at his thumb. This was bad. It would make things difficult. Masturbating, namely, but there were bigger parts of the picture. Like, oh, you know, building shit for shameless profit.

With a raised eyebrow, Kasen cought a glimpse of the most hideous awful thing he'd ever seen. Izzy.

Or, you know, not Izzy so much as that thing protruding from her cheek. Seriously, it was probably one of the most grotesque things he'd ever seen. Like a twisted work of art. And, had she not very obviously been gay he totally would have made a crack about how she was practicing for someone. Yeah, we get it, he's pathetic.
Though suddenly his thumb didn't look so bad.

"What the hell did you? I mean, how is that possible in the first place?"

Haphazardly he inched away from her, insuring that no blood would get on his suit. Mommy wouldn't be happy with that at all.
Besides, she might suddenly decide to lunge at him with the paper clip of destruction and like, make him cry.

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