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SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE; WHO AM I TO DISAGREE?
There was no one at the beach. It was cold, and quiet. Gwin liked the quiet and the emptiness of the sand. And despite the lack of warmth in the air, Gwin was in her underwear, emerging from the freezing waters. Dripping, shivering, but clearly calm.
She slumped down on the sand, wrapping a towl around her shoulders quaking shoulders. There was a light tune eminating from her phone; Should I Stay Or Should I Go by The Clash. She bobed her head to the beat, hummed along as she lit a joint and placed it to her lips.
LAIKA OF THQ
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
Gwin Cooper and Taylor I dont know where this could co, but Gwin needs to meet more people her age and possibly someone to be her friend! Its also a possibility for a relationship down the line; whether it be serious or just sexual
Christopher Moore x taylor Well Chris is a history teacher... not really sure if there is a plot her,e but they could thread
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
Gwin suddenly felt just a little bad. Gina, after all, was someone she didnt hate. She didnt quite like her yet, but she didnt dislike her. She took a step back, fingers running through her tousled hair, taking in a sharp breath of smoke before flicking away her cigarette. "Sorry..." She said in a whisper, slumping down on the pier again and leaning back on her hands.
She shook her head slightly at Gina's comment. "Don't tell anyone." There was something almost vulnerable in her voice for just a moment, before she pulled another bottle of beer towards her and placed it to her lips.
SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE; WHO AM I TO DISAGREE?
Gwin chuckled a little at Alice's approval. In truth Gwin thought the beer she had brought tasted like piss, but alcohol was alcohol right? The cigarette went to her crimson painted lips, smoke flowing from the cracks between her lips.
The woman listened to the other's short story about attending BA. "Lame?" She scoffed. "Its a piece of shit!" A short pause, another lungful of smoke. "And its only free if you willing to give up your life, friends, home. If youre not ok to give that shit up, then you pay for the fucking school with all you got." She sucked in another almost angry mouthful of smoke.
LAIKA OF THQ
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
Gwin had paused her singing to do her own rendition of the guitar solo, mimicking the heroic chords of Brian May, strumming an invisible instrument with all the gusto she could manage. She seemed so free and almost happy and relaxed, until she saw Gina's reflection in the still water.
"Shit!" She exclaimed, dropping her beer bottle, which rolled along the wooden slates before coming to rest upon the edge. Gwin promptly grasped it again, flicking away her cigarette. "How long have you been fucking standing there?" She hissed, feeling like her alone time had been invaded. There was a leap up of fire within her eyes which hadn't been there seconds before, but that seemed to at home within her irises.
Gwin sat with her bare feet dangling from the edge of the pier into the freezing water. Her dark jeans were rolled up to her knees. She watched the surface ripple as she swirled her ankle. She seemed to be in a good mood (something which was rare for her). In one hand was a bottle of beer - and other empty bottles in a line beside her - and in her other hand a cigarette. Loud music blasted from her phone, and Gwin sang along without restraint. It seemed to be Queen who was playing out loud today.Â
"Adventure seeker on an empty street, Just an alley creeper, light on his feet A young fighter screaming, with no time for doubt With the pain and anger can't see a way out, It ain't much I'm asking, I heard him say, Gotta find me a future move out of my way, I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now, I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now"
She paused, taking a swig of her beer and a puff of her cigarette, closing her eyes for a moment to soak in the coolness of the breeze and the thrill of Freddie Mercury's voice. It was a little known fact that Gwin was an avid Queen fan. She resumed her singing, proud and free; if only for as long as she was alone and out here.
Her toes had turned a rather pale sahde of alabaster, but Gwin was to absorbed within her own mind. After all, alcohol and music made you invincible.
Gwin knew what it was like to be ignored by one's own family. At least the teacher had something she could relate to. There came a point when she stopped looking at the teacher. Instead she stared into her lap or at the wispy smoke from her cigarette. "It was a piece of shit. I woke up in hospital being told that I couldn't go back to my own life." She breathed, stubbing her joint out.
Gina tried to defend the school, yet Gwin wasn't convinced. She didn't feel in control, at the least. What control did the school offer her? But she kept quiet, and stood when Gina did, smoothing out her jacket. "Bye. Was her simple farewell before she stalked towards the light of the door.
//exit//
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
Gwin rolled her eyes just a little when Gina let out a little snippet of her past. 'Our driver?' Oh great this woman was rich. She cleared her throat a little. "My mum didn't even come down to see me. We were never close. I left home when I was 16 and came down here to live with my friend." She went searching in her bag again. "She sent me a letter. I never opened it. I'm fairly sure I know what it's gonna say... I don't know why I carry it around."She held it out to Gina. "You can have it... Use it to stop a table from wobbling or something"
She inhaled again, exhaled, eyes following the plumes of pale smoke. "I shouldn't have my power. They said I had a dormant gene. But when the car hit me it kicked it into action or some bull shit like that. It was a drunk driver." Luck was a piece of bull shit. Gina seemed to be spewing some crap that Gwin wasn't interested in. " If your gonna preach some shit to me, please leavr me alone..."
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
Gwin scoffed a little. She remembers when she was younger how adamant she was that she wouldnt smoke. How times changed. Instead, she picked up the beer and held it towards Alice. "You can have this if you want... Its hardly got any alcohol in it, but its all i could find" She shrugged, taking a drag from her cigarette.
"Like Alice in Wonderland?" She asked curiously. A favourite childhood book which she had all but forgotten about until that moment.
"Yeah. Part of the acadmey" Was her awnser, and there was no hiding the bitterness in her voice. Was the academy and powers all the fucking town cared about? Thats all anyone asked about. Nothing else. Always 'Are you part of the school?' or 'OOOO You're a mutant? What can you do?' It was bullshit
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
"Trust me... the power doesnt matter." Came her voice again, lower this time, perhaps even a little enraged. And she could most certainly deny it, and she could escape it. Her hand found the joint it sought, and she pulled it out. A lighter suddenly appeared in her other hand, and in all but a few seconds, the joint was lit and in her mouth. Slowly she inhaled and exhaled, trying very hard not to get very very pissy.
There was another lapse of silence as she sucked in more and more smoke. "The schools a pile of shit." She mumbled, eyes lifting to meet with Gina's. "Its like any other school, only filled with freaks." Afterall, thats all they were, wasnt it. Freaks. Sideshow oddities, a theatre of freaks. Only they werent making money off of it. Stupid really. All the school needed to do was host some shows; people were always interested in the macarbe and odd, it would be a money maker.
Gwin sighed just a little when she was thanked. She didn't get it. Why was the teacher not scolding her or trying to at least punish her. She tapped her long finger nail on the floor, maybe just a little nervously. She knew the question of her power was coming; it's all any one cared about here. In Gwins view, that's all anyone summed up to here; you were worth what your power was worth.
There was a long drawn out silence, a hand passing over her face. "My power doesn't matter." She said lowly, a hand going in to her bag to seek out another joint.
Gwin Cooper
SOME OF THEM WANT TO USE YOU, SOME OF THEM WANT TO ABUSE YOU
Oh god. Apparently this was one of those teachers who liked to screw others words around. Gwin scoffed a little, but there was maybe... just maybe... a tiny hint of a smile upon her lips. Gotta love someone who isnt afraid to bat of your own sarcasm. Finally she stubbed out the joint on the sole of her boot, and flicked the stubb into her bag.
The womans power sounded interesting; even maybe a little bit cool. Why did she get such a cool power, when all Gwin was stuck with was painful visions of the future, seizures and a whole load of crap. Wasnt luck a piece of shit. Gwin scoffed a little again, maybe even a little jelous of the woman. How much more simpler would life be if Gwin could just see sound? Lucky bitch...
"Yeah... Been here a few months..." And she still she hated it. And she was an addict (though of course she would never admit it... after all a few joints a day and the occasional hit of heroine wasnt exactly the definition of an addict... right?). Life at the school and life as a mutant was a pile of shit.
