FALLEN-CAM THE DEMON-RP discussion

((Design it how you what))

Miabelle dropped her bags at the foot of her door. This needs work. But how? She is at a reform school thanks to father. She hates him with a pure fiery passion. She is glad he's dead. For now he can never come back. He never come back to hurt her... and her mother. Her poor mother who will never feel pain ever again. By him or anything. A tear rolled down Mia's face. Her poor mother... and her sister. Who knows what ever happened to her baby sister. Will she ever see her again? Probably not. Miabelle wiped her tears. "Get over it, Mia. They are never coming back. You have no family." she said to herself. It's easier to just pretend the never existed than to live with the memory of what happened to them. she thought to himself as she wiped her hand over the picture of her family. Frustrated she pulled it out the frame, crumpled it and ran out her dorm, picture in her hand.

"What?!... what happened to my room?" Miabelle said. Her mascara smeared around her eyes from crying. "Who?" When had left her room it was a dull standard bedroom. When she came back... it was this. Yes it wasn't extraordinary... but it was something. She walked forward to the bed. And sat on it. It sunk with her weight. When she looked towards her open door she saw Darien leaning against her doorway. "YOU!" she accused.
"Me." Darien said. "I heard you were here, thought I'd stop by and do something nice, haha."
"GO AWAY!" She said shoving him out the door. Darien frowned as she pushed all her weight against him. He let her have her moment... so he let her push him out the room. Right before she slammed the door in his face he was able to say "Im sooo sorry --" SLAM! Too late. Mia sunk o her knees back aginst the door and let the tears she thought she cried out already side out.

*Kock Knock*

"Plz open the door Mia i need to talk to you"

"Huh?" Mia woke with a start.
Had another dream of that dreadful night. She looked around at the unrecognizable room.
"Darien." she said aloud. Get a hold of yourself she thought to herself.

*Kock* Tilly knocked 1 last time

Mia heard someone talking outside her door. Mia jumped up and scrambled to the bathroom. She looked like a mess. She grabbed her hair tie from her wrist and tied her hair up in a messy bun and rinsed her face. Then she poked open the door a crack.

"Mia, can i talk to you?"

"Uhm..." Mia said reluctantly.
"Just what about?" she said through the crack of the door. "am i in trouble?"

"No, no not at all. i just wanted to say sorry for not being a good friend today"

Mia opened the door a little further so she could she her full face. "What do you mean?"

"Me and Angel we were being such shitty friends today"

Mia was both too exhausted and rattled to understand or even remember what she was talking bout. "Uhm... do you want to come in?" She asked opening the door further. Her head felt dizzy a little bit an she thought maybe if she sat down she could be more helpful...er, less dubious.

"oh nar its ok ill just go back to my dorm now and leave you in peace"

"You sure? Come on, I insist"

"Ok" Tilly steped inside

"R U feeling ok?"

((BTW Im now following you on tumblr))

"Yeah, i'm okay. It's been a tough night," Mia said as turned and walked to her new bed. ((yeah me too.))

((KKOOL)) "Do you what to talk?"

((G2G now))

((Ok))Mia knew she was trying to be a good friend. And she wanted to tell her... wouldn't he love to tell anyone. But there is so so very few people she could tell. Maybe if I am not that specific... it'll be fine. "I was just thinking about my---" BEEP BEEEEP BEEEEEP!!! "Oh my gosh! Is that my alarm for school already!? I got to get ready! Take a shower, etc"

*Kock kock* "Mia"

"Tilly"

she opened her door a lttle

"Thank you"

"it's ok how are you?"

"I'm okay..."
((wait who are you talking to? Or who is talking right now?)

((Is this mia? its Tilly))

((I knew it was Tilly, I just didn't know who you thought was talking))

Darien snuck into Mia's bedroom, she was in the same position he had last seen her, sleeping peacefully in the mess of covers on her bed. He glanced at her before creeping to the bathroom. No words could describe the emotions Darien felt right now, there were no emotions to feel. He was completely and utterly blank, numb, empty of emotion. Even as Darien looked at his exhausted face in the mirror no spark arose. It was a relief though, a bittersweet surprise. A relief from overthinking and gloom. A break from an endless stream of frustration, guilt, and hopelessness. As Darien washed his hairs he felt the troubles wash from him as well. He was relieved. He was free. It was his appreciation for the numbness he felt that caused him to question... Are the good emotions he feels, happiness, joy, love worth all the suffering of his less likable ones such as guilt, self-loathing, jealousy, and anger? Is it a fair trade to sacrifice these good feelings in order not to feel negative ones? Darien changed into his black tank top and pants looking completely renewed and rejuvenated. He brushed his teeth and packed this things to get ready to sneak out. Darien poked his head out of the door before completely walking out. He walked to Mia's sleeping sighs. He paused. "Why are you pretending to sleep?" he asked. Mia's eyes popped open and she looked up at him. "What are you doing here?" she replied. "Nice, answer a question with another question." Darien said and half smiled. Mia looked up at him without saying another word. "I'll be back soon ," he said and patted her head. He went back to his dorm to cleanup whatever was left there.

Miabelle finally got up with a grunt. She had slept in all day. She went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She was a total mess. Her hair was piled up on one side, Bags under her eyes, the works. She hoped into the shower and got ready. She had slept all day and now she was restless.

Mia remodeled her room:

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Miabelle made it home ALIVE. She was a mess, twigs and leaves dangling from her hair, dirt and mud on her knees and shoes from tripping over things. She was never planning on doing THAT again. She jumped in the shower and let the hot water wash everything away. She jumped onto the bed when she was done... but she wasn't tired. She sat there wondering what it was that she could do tonight but nothing came to mind. She thought about Darien but she felt bad about how she acted today in the woods. He probably didn't notice but still, she knew. She sighed exasperated. She didn't want to get on his nerves by going to his dorm and visiting him. BUUUUUTTT... if she were to accidently run into him as she wandered the school than there's nothing really wrong with that.

"Knock knock" Darien said as he opened the door. Mia looked up from her bed. She was writing in her journal. "Hey Darien." she said and smiled. She became serious, "You okay?" she asked as she pushed her self up from the bed into criss cross sitting position. "Yeah... no, I got in a fight with my sister." he said looking down. "Aw, Darien," she said getting up to hug him. "You want to go get something to eat?" he said shying away from her. Mia though about the disgusting food at the dining hall this morning... "Sure lets go," she said grabbing her black cardigan, scarf, and beret hat.

Mia rushed into her room and went straight to the dressed without even closing the door. She slumped down onto her knees and began to search. She threw bits of clothes all over the bed, floor, wherever it landed it stuck. Once she finished there she moved to the closet. "I know it's in here somewhere." she didn'tt have much money to go shopping but she stilll wanted to dress nice to that party in the hallway. "Hmmm..." she said to herself, bending over to search under the bed. Her hair swiped the floor.

Mia walked into her room, still smiling. But once she closed the door, her smile dropped. She walked to her bed and dropped to the ground. She stuck her scrawny arm under the bed feeling, looking, searching. She pulled out a wood box. It had a gold key hole and intricate design imprinted on the top of it. Mia put it on her bed and reached down her chest. She grabbed the long chain and pulled out the little gold key. The same design etched onto it. She looked at it, her eyes saddened. With shaky hands she took it and unlocked the little box. Once opened, a slow tear ran down her face. She stared into it not moving. More tears flowed when she reached in and grabbed a photo of her mom holding a little bundle of blankets... a baby. She brushed her flat face. Tears became more constant, one dropped onto the photo. She wiped her tears then the photo. Her mascara now smeared she reached in and pulled out a letter and another photo. This one of her... her and another girl her own age. Green piercing eyes and blonde curly hair. Dark makeup and a mischievous smile on her face. Mia smiled at the photo herself. She looked at her past self. Her eyes were the same but she looked completely different. It wasn't just her younger appearance but her expression that matched her friend. Mia had hard dark heavy makeup on as well, bags drooping under her eyes. Her hair was short in a perfect A Line and completely Black. Mia looked the part but that was never her scene. She took the photo and threw herself onto the bed. The photo held close to her chest, she let everything go. Her tears that recycled themselves everyday on this same day. Her arm drooped over the edge of the bed. Her hand went limp and the photo blew to the front of the room. She had cried herself to sleep. The last thing she said was, "Happy Birthday to me. Happy 17th birthday" in a quiet mutted tone against her soaked pillow.

Darien opened Mia's door slowly to a crack. He poked his head in and saw her sleeping on her bed. He didn't see the photo behind the door. The box torn open on her bed or the smeared makeup down her face. He smiled, not wanting to disturb her he closed the door and walked away.

Darien walked in to check up on her once more. But this time he saw it. He saw it all. He kneeled down to pick up the photo from the floor. He examined it there for a few moments. "Katheryn" he said aloud. Still in his hand, he walked over to Mia sleeping. He put the photo back into the box, as well as the photo of her family laying on the edge of her bed. Darien grabbed the key and locked it. He pushed it quietly back under the bed. He went to Mia's closet and pulled out a fleece blanket. He took off her shoes and softly re positioned her. He then took the blanket and swung it over her. "Have good dreams" he said, kissed her on the forehead and left.

((Omg the drama, ahha whos Katheryn))

Mia screamed. She was sitting up in her bed. She put a hand to her heart and tried to regain her breath. Then she looked around her. Where was her box? The photos? Who brought out this fleece blanket that now laid ontop of her. And where were her shoes? This was not the same scene she had fallen asleep to last night. She got up and went to the bathroom. She washed her face. She was still tired but she was scared to go back to sleep. So she took a shower. The warm water felt good under her skin. She changed into some sweats, boots, and t-shirt. She made her way back to her bed and checked underneath it. Yup still there as if it had always been. No one... who? "Darien" she breathed. With that she left the room.