FAILURE BY DESIGN``{H}

[iris shae allie]

_{THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION}

( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated

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Iris walked stumbled through the alleyway, a long gaze gifted to the huge building in front of her. "Damn dictators," She said, glaring as she looked away. He hatred for GeneCo and it's affiliates went much deeper when she wasn't in a drug-daze like she was. Who cares? She mused, her vision blurry. The street was swimming, as was her mind. Any other normal person would hate this feeling. Iris loved it. It kept her ignorant to the cruelty of the world. She stopped caring the day she had her first surgery.

It was back when the world had first succumbed to Rotti Largo's evil ways. The world thought they'd been saved. Iris knew better. Did she care? Nope. All she wanted was for her heart transplant to go well. And when it did, a whole new life opened up: Surgeries. Zydrate. Parties. Friends. Happiness. And she'd be damned if she wasted a second of it. So she did what any young druggie would do; Take a hit of the glow and party all night.

These thoughts made her smile, her heels clomping down the back alleys loudly. If she was smart, she'd be hiding. She'd lost track of her payments, and can't remember if she was 60 or 90 days late. "90 days delinquent...." Played through her head, and she ignored easily. As the world spun around, she got dizzy and fell to the ground, laughing like a child. "I'm sleepy..."

[/color] She said aloud, pulling a trashbag to her. Iris curled up with it and passed out, the nightly sounds lulling her into a comatose sleep.

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WORDS! 604
STATUS! complete!
NOTES! HAYY LADY.
TAGS! Harold!
INSPIRATION! Ashley - Escape The Fate
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
PICTURE CREDIT! PHOTOBUCKET!
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[harold norton everest]

Harold had the night off, though even if that was in writing, he didn't take it seriously. There wasn't a day off in this profession when you had people running around with past-due payments on things that kept them running. It's not like they took out their fake eyes and hearts for a day whilst the repo man was off duty. No, that wasn't the case. Harold took his job seriously and tonight was no exception. He exited the GENECO doors in the main parking lot, searching for his black 2009 charger, a vintage masterpiece in a world of shit. It was his fathers when he was a teenager, and he'd had it his whole life. The only thing that never quit on him or left him. No, his car was his baby and he made sure he treated his baby with respect.
The other baby left; He thought, lighting a cigarette as he spotted his car.

Harold's wife had left him soon after his murders began to become a real stink in the morgue. He didn't blame her, but he did want her back. Which is why her whole family changed their numbers and moved to California. They even took his only son.
Hope he grows up and kills the whole fucking fam; He thought again as he dragged on his cigarette.

He was close to his car when he heard someone in the alleyway. Curious, he took a peek. She looked familiar. He smirked and raised his eyebrow as he remembered getting her 90 day call from Amber only last night. But, tonight was his night off, right? That means he had 24 hours to keep her alive. But in that time he could do whatever he wanted, and he would do whatever he wanted.

When she sat on the ground and curled up to a trash-bag he could've laughed. It was too easy. His job was too easy for him sometimes. Though, life was too easy. That's why he was always causing trouble with the Largos or everyone else he could get his hands on.
He waited for a good five minutes before he realized she'd completely passed out. He looked around smoothly and took a step into the light. Standing over here he tilted his head to the side and took another puff off of his cigarette.
Come on baby. He said in his husky voice, scooping her up in his arms bridal style.
He walked with her over to his car, opened the passenger door, buckled her in and walked to the other side.
The roar of the engine was comforting, and the slight groan coming from her dreams was even better. He smirked as he turned to her, kissing her cheek.
Dreamin' about me dear? He laughed at his own actions and pressed on the gas, flicking the cigarette out of his tinted black window.

The drive to his house was completely silent except for a few groans and moans from his new found friend. A smirked played on his lips every time it happened. must be interesting.
The garage door went up when he entered his driveway and his lights came on. A new installment made by himself. Harold helped his friend from the car, toting her into the house and down another set of stairs. His basement was once a livable place, but now it reeked of blood and guts, and the amount of fire power, and sharp objects could scare a serial killer. But, this was his favorite room in the house.
He placed her in a plush chair that was torn and scratched in the middle of the room. A giant light hung over head, causing only that spot be lit and everything else to be completely black. He smiled and shoved her into it, tying the leather straps around her wrists and ankles. She mumbled in her sleep, but he disreguarded it. In a smaller chair across the room he took a seat, waiting for her to wake up. She couldn't see him, but he could see her like an angel. Her fake brown hair hung in her face as she slept. He read her file as she waited, she had just about everything done. It sickened him, but also excited him.

TAG - IRIS
WORDS - 865 bebeh
NOTES - MMM, HARRY BABY
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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[iris shae allie]

_{THIS IS A LESSON IN PROCRASTINATION}

( I kill myself because I'm so frustrated

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Iris felt a disturbance just beyond her realm of sleep. Her dreams were strange and haunted, and she felt like she was flying. In her head, masked figures danced around, along with various genterns and Largos dancing around her wickedly. Her mind fought, and she struggled to move. "Nmph.." Was all that would break through, a sad attempt at a 'no.' Then her mind went black, and she went back to dreamless sleeping though she moved around as always. Irie was a restless sleeper.

After what felt like hours, thoughts surfaced. A lightbulb popped on in her head. Light... all around. No, in front of you. A car.. a... man? As she thought, her eyes slowly fluttered opened. They adjusted and focused, showing nothing but light. She gave herself another minute, realizing it wasn't all light, there was blackness around her, and her head hurt. Z was still flowing through her system, but not near as much. It all snapped, and Iris realized the terrifying truth. She was strapped down, and this was not her house. Her weak, scared voice called out. "Hullo?"

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WORDS! 514
STATUS! complete!
NOTES! If you feel like dying, you might wanna sing.
TAGS! Harold!
INSPIRATION! Let It Bleed - The Used
TEMPLATE CREDIT! Arro @ Caution 2.0
PICTURE CREDIT! PHOTOBUCKET!
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[harold norton everest]

Harold chopped on an apple as he watched her sleep. It'd been a good hour since he strapped her in the best seat in the house, and read her file. She stirred a bit more, letting Harold know it was almost time for her to wake up. He smirked and took another bite out of his green apple, throwing the core to the side. He slouched in his chair, waiting for his moment to strike. It was a good thing that he was born with patience, or else he could've had her ripped open by now.

When her eyes fluttered open to meet the yellow light that surrounded her, Harold grinned from ear to ear in joy.
He waited a few more seconds, seeing if she'd say anything. And, of course, she did. A meek 'hullo' came from her mouth.
Now, it was his turn to talk.

Iris! My darling, i thought you were never going to wake up! He shouted, his deep voice carrying throughout his big basement. He clapped his hands together and stood up, walking over to her with ease.
Again, his head tilted to the side to look at her. She was all his for a good 24 hours, if even that. And he promised to keep her alive until the clock ran out.
He placed his hands on his hips and whistled a cat call. He was still in the shadows, but his figured could be seen.
You know, they didn't do to bad of a job on those eyes of yours girl. I mean, they look real. Though that hair... He stepped forward enough to touch her silk like hair, twisting it in between his fingers.
You'd be so much better looking as a red head. He smiled, now in the light for her to see him. Harold never bothered with masks. Technically, he was the law. And all he had to do was touch Amber's fake tits and whisper something nasty in her ear to get him off the hook. It was sad how much power he held, but he didn't complain.

Can you tell me how much Z you've got in you right now? He smirked, ready to preform his first act of violence. When she didn't answer, however he knelt down and wiggled himself between her legs.
Fine, i guess i'll spoil the surprise! He said in a very odd voice, throwing his hands up and placing his elbows on her thighs. He looked into her fake eyes.
For every hit of Z you took tonight, i'm going to do something to you that many times. Though, if you lie to me, which i happen to already know the concentration in your blood, i'll do double of the thing that i'm going to do to you. Understand? He acted like he was talking to a child. He smiled and chuckled, lifting himself back up to step back and look at her.

TAG - IRIS
WORDS - 645 bebeh
NOTES - MMM, HARRY BABY
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass , billy talent.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0

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