secret police! `ciel

[JOSEPHINE ATKINS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=width,400,true] Two things were on her mind at the moment. The first one - wow, how do people even afford all of this? And the second one - I obviously don't belong here, what the heck am I doing here?! Unfortunately, Joze knew all too well what she was doing here, scowling as she realized that there was no way to avoid this fate any longer. Today was the day her parents were out of town and the house was in utter chaos. As a result she couldn't get a ride home, and much to her disappointment, she couldn't even get a ride to school. This morning was utter hell for her. To start things off, her brother had been none too generous by dashing out of the house when she had woken up - not even bothering to ask Joze if she wanted a ride since the both of them knew how that would turn out. Not that she thought he would do anything to help her predicament, cold hearted as he was. Her younger sister's school was only a few blocks away so Joze didn't have to worry about her - but as for herself? New York was huge and she didn't have much time in the mornings to even get to school. Usually she took her parents car since they were more than happy to drop their child off to school (and nearly make them late for class because of one moody teenager getting begged for hugs and kisses goodbye). The bus was one option, but she hadn't any spare change on her, and to spend more money just for something she could get for free by just walking (albeit, walk for a long, long time) was a waste. Although their financial situation was improving, Joze was wary of what was absolutely necessary to buy, and what was just for comfort. That was this morning. She had ended up taking her bike (which she had to dig out from her parent's mess of a garage, and looking for a helmet was also hard as well), but it wasn't pleasant and to her dismay, she had actually been early to school. A couple of times on the way there, she was afraid she was going to get injured and fall over. How long had it been since she had last ridden this bike, it had to be like at least a year. Her mind set while riding the bike was a continuous stream of commands directed towards her feet, and making sure she had enough balance. Right, left, right, left, right, left... Joze really didn't want to go through that again, so she had taken her bike and was walking on the way home. Of course, the shortest way there was to go through the incredibly prestigious neighborhood in Uptown, and it was slightly unnerving. Sure, she had passed by in the morning, but she was so focused on not falling down that she barely paid a second thought to what was around her. Now looking around, she felt utterly under dressed and out of place. Of course she should feel that way - it was only natural. She didn't really belong here - in fact she didn't really belong to her school as well. Everyone knew it was only because she was smart - she really didn't fit in with most of the people - all of them too caught up in the now of their lives. And don't even get Joze started on all the habits - high school was hell. She knew one day she would look back on this and laugh at how idiotic and stupid she was, but that hardly mattered, as it was going to be eons and eons away. The high end stores she rolled her bike in front of were displaying stuff that she beyond her wildest imaginations could not afford. Damn you rich people... Honestly, she would like to see them live one day in her life. Work until her feet hurt, plastering a fake smile when all you want to do was strangle the person next to you. Her peers definitely had it easy. But being spiteful wasn't going to solve any of her problems. In fact, it probably just fueled them on. With that same scowl on her face, she wheeled her bike, helmet on the handle, towards a nearby cafe. Thankfully she would save the trouble of having to find a place to put her bike, as there was a bike rack (thingy), right next to the cafe. Rest her tired feet for a little. Locking her bike onto the rack, she settled down. She wasn't going to buy anything - she'd be grateful if she could just find some pocket change at this time. She sighed, then took a seat. Just five minutes. Five minutes and then she would head to work. It wasn't such a long time. Thankfully, bottled water was her friend and she had made sure to pack some this morning in her bag. notes || i was unsure if they went to the same school... they're in the same age group though, so maybe? i guess that means joze attends elm brook! tag || ciel! word count || credits || template by onigirishi of OTE border from colorlovers

[CIEL MONREAU]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=style, background: #323232; margin: 0px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #ababab;] FALLING[/style] [style= background-color: #323232; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #ababab; margin-bottom: 26px;] DYING WHILE I WAIT TO DIE [/style] [style= background-color: #323232; height: 100px; text-align: center; width: 425px;] [/style] [style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px;] THE FEAR OF SOMETHING OR NOTHING [/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px;] LONELY EMPTY LIE [/style] [style= overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 400px; background-color: #202020; color: #949494; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #949494 solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;] Ciel was in a bad mood...of course. It wasn't his fault, nothing was his fault, it was Aunt Rose who was pissing him off. First off, she was forcing him to get a job. He was only fifteen! What good job would he be able to get? And she was rich, for crying outloud! She lived in a mansion, why would she need more money? She spoiled her cat, who lives in a large room by herself. Ciel's bedroom was much smaller. He honestly couldn't think of why his aunt would need him to get a job and work his ass off for. She was just a spoiled bitch like everybody else. Of course, Ciel was rude, ignorant, and sarcastic, but he wasn't an idiot, too. He didn't understand why Aunt Rose needed him to get a job. She was filthy rich, bathing in her own money. Maybe she just wanted to get Ciel out of the mansion, or... See him suffer a miserable life, working his ass off day and night. His parents didn't give a damn about him. They hadn't been there for his whole life, the two were going around the world with their new baby. He'd been replaced, simple as that, and he doubted the two were coming back to see him. He really didn't want them to see him... Not after he'd become so...stuck up. "Whatever." he muttered, continuing on walking to the cafe. Ciel had gotten to know his way around New York...well, most parts of New York. And his aunt didn't give a damn what happened to him... He doubted that she would care if something happened. Aunt Rose simply didn't care for Ciel, which had made him into himself. A rude, stuck up, annoying kid. He was turning sixteen, but only looked as if he were thirteen or so. Man, did he hate his aunt... He didn't really fit in with the other kids. He wasn't popular, had no friends at all, and everybody... Everybody hated him. They thought he was some emotionless emo kid or something that just took pleasure in hurting somebody. No! He's not sadistic, if that's what you were starting to think! He doesn't take pleasure in hurting other people...he just kind of...hurts them. Ciel doesn't do it for enjoyment, or for pleasure, or whatever. He just hurts you, he doesn't care what happens after. You can be happy, upset, he wouldn't care. People hurt him all the time. And they never cared what happened to him after... Ciel sighed, his blue gaze looking around. The streets were filled, of course. Taxis were everywhere, he was thinking of maybe taking one to the cafe. People were everywhere, he could hear the chatter of people around him. They were laughing, talking, fighting... Life at New York was busy... "Crap..." he muttered angrily to himself, taking a deep breath. Traffic. he thought, biting his lower lip. Ciel watched as the cars zoomed by him, ruffling his dark hair. Oh, shit! Come on! he thought angrily. Okay, the cars stopped. Ciel crossed the street, sighing deeply. He was annoyed at the moment, in the worst mood...and was really craving a cookie. He was hungry. His Aunt Rose hadn't cooked him anything, and his stomach was growling at him. Did the cafe have good food? Hopefully. He was really hungry, Ciel would probably settle for anything. He thought about the popular kids, oh, how he hated them. Living life like it was full of happiness, they didn't know how sad life could be. They were snotty, acting like they can have everything. Maybe Ciel was like that, too... He wouldn't fit in, but he really didn't mind. Ciel was popular enough with bad reputation of being some kind of heartless jerk. One, he was only fifteen years old. He was young. He was a freshman. Two, Ciel had hurt lots of people. Yeah, he seems like he really doesn't have a heart. But his soul is pure. He's not evil, if that's what you were thinking. He's not sadistic, not emo, not anything like that... Maybe he just hurts people cause they hurt him, too. Ciel believes that nothing will bring him happiness, and that he's doomed with depression for the rest of his life. So, yeah. They hurt him bad. And you know who hurt him? His parents. They left him when he was five, and he can never forgive them for it. Ciel had missed them a lot, and they have missed out on his whole life, leaving him with his bitch aunt. Honestly, if you wanted to know how he feels... He feels like crap. Is that really all he's worth? His parents just toss him in the garbage and dump him off? People don't care about him. His parents had stopped caring for him, and his aunt was never caring for him. Ciel was miserable! Couldn't anybody tell what he was feeling? He felt...just...alone. "Ughhhhhhhhh." he stuttered, his beautiful blue eyes closing for moments. Ciel continued walking towards the cafe. They had cookies there, right? He sighed and started up towards the cafe, but noticed a girl against the bike rack. Ciel stared at her for a moment, what was she doing? Wasn't she going in the cafeteria? He looked over her. She wasn't homeless, she was fully dressed in fine clothes. And she had a bike with her. Should he ask what she was doing? He wasn't in the mood for talking, but... He never was. Ciel sighed and just stood there, staring at her and waiting for her to say something. [/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px; margin-bottom: 3px;] WORDS • ### | TAG • JOZE<3 | NOTES • IT'S FINE. HE IS. =) SORRY THAT HE SWORE A LOT. Cx CREDIT • MADE BY RAVENAL OF OTE. LYRICS BY FLYLEAF [/style]

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[JOSEPHINE ATKINS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=width,400,true] Her less than friendly demeanor was enough for other people to be driven away from her, as she was practically glowering at the floor. She mumbled quietly to herself, cursing words that should not be repeated, looking like a madman to others. Probably. But who were they to judge? Most of them came from a neighborhood full of mannerism and politeness. But that didn't hide their judging eyes and stuck up, snobby personalities that those stereotypical television shows portray so well. Call her judgmental - but it was true. And it wasn't like they didn't judge her, a smart person in a rich school. And for this case, an angry girl fuming on the street, next to a bike rack with her bike half locked in. But for once, she didn't care. Couldn't see be frustrated just once? Let her stress out. In a few hours she would be free of her typical weekday duties and excuse herself to another weekend full of relaxation for the young girl. I'm sounding like my mother... Only her mother would complain about how stressful her life. Like mother like daughter, right? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. What was happening now - would Joze just list a bunch of cliche little sayings to relate to how she was becoming her mother (a scary thought in itself)? No, she had best not carry on with this train of thought. It would lead to nightmares, for sure. And honestly - Joze could live without them for the time being, as they weren't exactly something that one would enjoy. Just imagine that - Joze being a carbon copy of her mother. But that would take years - her hair would have to grow out and she would have to wear (shiver) those ugly, ugly business suits for women. The thought itself sent shivers down her spine, and she visibly cringed. Joze didn't care if people saw her - let them think what they wanted. A couple of people sent her strange looks, but for the most part she ignored them, fanning herself in a disinterested way. So to speak - it was pretty hot. Maybe I can spare myself a couple of dollars and get some ice cream. But that was silly - she could eat all the ice cream she wanted when she got home (her brother loved ice cream, especially the odd flavor of banana ice cream). Perhaps she should just go into the cafe and sit in the shade and hopefully air conditioned room. But before taking a step, she noticed a guy - no more than her age, if not younger. Not to mention familiar. But the thing was - he was staring at her. What in the world could he possibly want with her? But he looked interesting enough, and Joze figured she might as well talk to him. But she couldn't get the feeling that she knew him out of her head. Perhaps he was one of her peers? She was still in the neighborhood of her school, which was a mere five blocks away. It was entirely possibly too. Joze started to mentally recollect the people in her class. Ciel Monreau. What the heck would he want with her? The normally calm and disinterested kid was here, and he was looking, well, calm and disinterested. "Did you want something?" ____________________ DATE ○ September 7, Friday. TIME ○ It's around three or three thirty. WEATHER ○ The weather is sunny - bright, warm and cheery. It would be a nice day to take a stroll in the park - or something like that. But it's pretty hot too - so make sure to get some ice cream! notes ||i forgot the time stamp, so i put it in this post. i hope that alright with you. and swearing is fine by me. tag || ciel! word count || credits || template by onigirishi of OTE border from colorlovers

[CIEL MONREAU]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=style, background: #323232; margin: 0px;] [style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #ababab;] FALLING[/style] [style= background-color: #323232; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #ababab; margin-bottom: 26px;] DYING WHILE I WAIT TO DIE [/style] [style= background-color: #323232; height: 100px; text-align: center; width: 425px;] [/style] [style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px;] THE FEAR OF SOMETHING OR NOTHING [/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px;] LONELY EMPTY LIE [/style] [style= overflow: auto; height: 200px; width: 400px; background-color: #202020; color: #949494; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #949494 solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;] "Did you want something?" Ciel's gorgeous blue gaze, which was now on his feet, went back up to Josephine and cringed. "Uh-" he started, feeling embarrassed. Ciel tried to catch the words to say, but just couldn't do it. He let out a long, deep breath. "N-nothing." he muttered, his interest fading away as he realized that he looked like an idiot. He crossed his arms, his stuck-up and insensitive side growing in him. "Why are you just standing there? Aren't you going to go inside?" he asked her. Or maybe, she had just stopped here to take a drink. But he noticed that her bike was parked. His gaze went back to the girl. He had seen her before, probably just around the city. She was a freshman, like him, he thought... And she still had that younger look to her, like he did. Ciel sighed and bit his lower lip. Of course, she probably heard of him before. He had a bad reputation of being some stuck-up jerk and all that, but not all of the rumors were true and most were just made up by losers. Oh well, why did he care? He didn't give a damn! He didn't care if they called him anything. They could gossip about him forever and try to tear him down, it won't hurt him. A silence grew between the two. Ciel didn't say anything for moments. His mouth opened after a moment, "My name is Ciel Monreau." he said, despite that she probably had known his name. Silence. He didn't dare open his mouth to speak softly. He simply waited for her response. Ciel's gaze went up as he looked up at the sky. A sky blue color, like his, mingling with streaks of clouds, covered by the bright sun. He looked away, the sun starting to blind him in his other eye that wasn't covered up. He felt quite awkward just standing there and doing nothing. Maybe he should just go away and into the cafe...? Oh, but he had lost his appetite. He wasn't too hungry at the moment, he could wait and was longing for a conversation. Hopefully it wouldn't turn into an argument between the two. He looked over Joze. She had an innocent look to her, he doubted that she would start a fight between the two. Or maybe she would. He hadn't really talked to her much. Well, he hadn't talked to her. Ciel sighed deeply, his gaze still on the sky. Silence. He was starting to think that he should scream loudly just to break the ice, but he didn't want to. One, it would ruin his reputation of being calm. Two, it was irrational and idiot. He would probably end up looking stupid in front of everybody. It would probably be best to keep himself quiet. Crap, is she going to say something or what? I don't think I can keep this up much longer before I explode and start shouting! he thought in annoyance. An amused smirk appeared on his face, but faded away before Josephine would probably notice. "What brings you here?" he asked her, biting his lower lip. "Are you just going to stand here or what?" he asked. Hopefully that hadn't sounded too harsh...? But this was him. He would be who he was, and that was a rude, but calm boy. He sighed softly. [/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; color: #ababab; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #202020; border-top: #c7df5a solid 1px; border-bottom: #c7df5a solid 1px; margin-bottom: 3px;] WORDS • ### | TAG • JOZE<3 | NOTES • SORRY, SHORT! CREDIT • MADE BY RAVENAL OF OTE. LYRICS BY FLYLEAF [/style]

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[JOSEPHINE ATKINS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=width,400,true] Although she had only meant the question as an inquiry, almost like a conversation starter, but more direct and something to sate her curiosity. But she cringed when the words came out of her mouth - it didn't sound like anything. If she had to describe it, she would have to say she sounded like she was annoyed. But she wasn't - although she hadn't expected company to come this way. And it was Ciel. That was what had probably triggered it. Surprised as she was, she didn't show it, although the person inside her that she fought to contain was jumping up and down. Forcing a question out of her mouth. What do you want with me?! But she knew it was probably all by chance and that she shouldn't flatter herself. Was he - was he actually stuttering? For a moment there Joze was taken aback - what happened to the cool demeanor he always wore? Or were her ears faulty and he didn't actually stutter? But she could have sworn... she was positive that it happened. The more she mulled over her memory, the more unlikely it was becoming. It was so out of character for her that she was doubting herself. And the next bit of dialogue he offered to her was so, normal, that she was almost certain that she was hearing things. But I'm not mental - right? But despite the fact that his tone was rather rude, Joze bit back a retort. This was normal - and it was best not to fuel him on. She already had a lot going through her mind and some peace and quiet was appreciated. Although the noisy buzz of chatter never did seem to bother her - it was like background noise that you just learned to ignore. But actually socializing wasn't something she wanted right now. But she didn't even bid him a hello, because she was afraid that if she opened her mouth, something unexpected and utterly rude would slip out. Besides - he hadn't even said hello either, so why should she? They were way past the point of greetings now, anyways. What was Ciel doing here anyways? Sure, it was his neighborhood, and she did look out of place among the people here, as she wasn't wearing anything of new fashion or anything that was stylish. Not that it mattered, of course, but she hated the fact that she stood out - everywhere she went. I wonder if grandma and grandpa could lend us some money... But before she even thought that one thought, she already knew the answer. There was no chance that her parent's parents would ever do that - they were the one that got them in this situation anyways! Anger flared through her eyes, burning with hatred towards her grandparents. How could they... how could they!? Now that she was in the neighborhood, she felt confident and angry enough to storm into their house in a blind rage. With a vengeance. But it wasn't how Joze was. On different circumstances she would ask her brother to accompany her, but it would never work out in this situation. "Ciel. I knew that." She was referring to his introduction. "I'm Joze, by the way." No nice to meet you. Nothing really. She raised her eyebrows. "What brings me here? I'm was walking home from school..." She could have ridden there, she established that. Because of her bike. "But I was tired after studying so I decided to take a little break." It was sort of true, and perfectly logic if one lingered to think about it. "But now it's my turn for questions - what are you doing here? And why talk to me?" notes || yay for cringing - seems like the two really seem to like to do that. haha. tag || ciel! word count || credits || template by onigirishi of OTE border from colorlovers

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(this is unfinished but will be finished at a later date... reminder to myself)