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[Harlequin Ilya]

it's the same thing everyday.
because we've run out of things to say.
if you're gone && me: not here,
it kind of sheds a different light on the whole year.

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The Kate Wollman Ice Skating Rink was probably a deathbed to girls and guys like Harlequin Ilya. Honestly. When was last time you saw a scene kid at an ice skating rink? That's what I thought. Most people would've thought she had better things to do, like tease her hair all day or accept friend requests on myspace. Unfortunately, the girl had done all of that by three PM, no matter how astonishing that feat was. Yes, folks. Harlequin was magic.

She even cleaned her little corner in the dorm, which she never did. Not that she didn't want to. It was just that she "never had the time to get around to it". Ahem. After going on a massive cleaning spree, answering 1000 emails that either went something like "HARLEQUIN HATEBREED, YOU'RE MY FAVORITE SCENE QUEEN.", "U R SO PRETTI!", or "U REALLI NOE JEFREE STAR?" -which was something that came along with being an internet celebrity, and emptying her pockets by ordering a bunch of clothes off the internet, she really had nothing better to do. Yet somehow, she found herself in Prospect Park at the ice skating rink.

Funny, 'cause she doesn't know how the Hell to iceskate.

Her T.U.K.'s Skelanimal flats with skulls and red heart prints laid lifelessly on the floor, since she'd taken the unfortunate opportunity to put on her iceskates. Chains hung from the side of her Tripp black street pants, forming crosses out of pyramid studs on the front pockets. Above that, her black t-shirt read "MOSH AND ROLL" in metallic silver lettering, with a silver pair of brass knuckles above the words. Her blonde with a black streaked hair was accompanied by a Tarina Tarantino tiara, which one of her friends bought her for her previous birthday. A black bandanna with cute imprints of a fish's skeleton hung from around her neck. She held her Hello Kitty customized Sidekick III in her black fishnet armwarmer-clad hands, replying to her other internet-famous friends's text messages.

Message from Audrey Kitching
Message from Zui Suicide
Message from Izzy Hilton
Message from Dani Gore && Melissa Marie
Message from Matthew Lush
Message from Jeffree Star
Message from Kiki && Dakota
Message from Corey Pattakos
Message from John Hock
Message from Miss Mosh
Message from Jac Vanek
Message from $cruffie -Racquel
Message from SJ Whiteley



The list continued on and on. Harlequin groaned, quickly closing her Sidekick. She didn't feel like answering a million texts. Most of the time, she'd delete the non-important ones and carry on. Now, she didn't even feel like scrolling to the delete button. Oh well. Shoving it back inside her pocket, Harley looked back out to the rink. Her blue eyes watched several people bust their asses, along with a few amazing iceskaters. However, she was too afraid to step onto the ice, since she knew she was going to fall. She just knew it. When you were there with someone, you could play it off and laugh about it as they stood in front of you, so people watching from the outside couldn't see you. It wasn't that she was afraid of getting seen falling. It was more of the fact that her body was colliding with the ice that freaked her out. Harlequin frowned slightly, clacking the heels of her iceskates together, as if she was Dorothy.

Until she suddenly stopped being such a pussy, or found something better to do, her ass was staying put.

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[Kipper Stevens]

Stuck in another world. This is realistic; not fake. You are loosing anything. You are spiraling downwards. You are just like your father. Leave your problems for other people to take. Loosing two people in one day. Something was wrong with him. Why was this happening. He needed wake up call. He needed something to take away the pain. He watched two guys shake, and then sticking something in their pocket. Maybe that was what he needed. Just a little. Just to try it. No Kipper; you do not want shivers, and shakes, and what not. He was not going to let his pain get the best of him.

He was going back and fourth in his head; in weather he should skate or not. The scarf wrapped around his neck did not help the cold. The hundred dollar coat around him did not shelter the pain. He was stuck with pain, grief, and misery. That was his business . Misery, pain, and grief. He should have just given up and killed himself on the spot. Maybe he still had common sense left in him. Maybe. Possibly. Doubtfully. Kipper was slowly dieing of a broken heart anyways. Everything goes downwards after hell.

Classically he was a dance record. Mentally, he was hardcore, scream-o, Manson crap. He was a walking disaster. World to pieces, and slowly dieing. That was him. He wasn't soft core like Killswitch Engage. He was like what the fuck are you saying. Suffocation, no breathing, he didn't give a fuck if his heart stopped beating. Sure, his life was a mix C.D, but that was the only way to describe it. Both people he liked were gone, in one way or another. One left almost dead. Kipper was too busy thinking of other things when he bumped into a girl on skates. He put out his hand when he realized it was Harley. Uh, Harley, I...um. He said studdering.

Fuck High School.

[Harlequin Ilya]

it's the same thing everyday.
because we've run out of things to say.
if you're gone && me: not here,
it kind of sheds a different light on the whole year.

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Harlequin sighed deeply as she looked down at her phone, which she unwillingly had taken out again. Judging by the massive IMs from unknown classmates, she just received notification that "Elizabeth McIaian" was presently in the hospital. She cradled her head in her hands, shaking her head to herself. It seemed like her world was falling apart. If not, then life was doing a pretty good job at tormenting her ego. She'd only been at Crescent Hill for a couple of days, and all of this was already happening?

Silently in her bed last night, Harlequin lashed out at people mentally. She yelled at Kipper for not telling her about the other girl, and having the audacity to even invite her on the date. Not that he actually invited her. It was her who had came up with the brilliant idea. But he did accept, so it was partially his fault! She screamed at Elizabeth or Alexis Hollywood or whatever, for ruining her night. Of course, she wished that the girl woul fall off a bridge, but never expected this to happen. Great, Harlequin.. She thought. You're a motherfuckin' jinx. Harley even yelled at her mother, blaming her for running off with some guy and not being there to help her cope with her problems. That's what mothers were supposed to do, weren't they? Harlequin didn't have her. All she had were two amazing fathers. She loved Peter and her father dearly, but Peter still couldn't replace the special place in her heart that a "mother" was supposed to occupy.

She looked out to the ice floor, watching people skate. Some skated solo. Some skated as couple, having their partner pick them up whenever they fell. Some of them were masters at iceskating already, skating backwards and spinning and such. Kipper was gone and if she was lucky, he would stay gone. Some girl nearly gotten killed because of Harley, her mother was a bitch, she was stuck in a new school, and she didn't know how to iceskate. How brilliant.

"This is way too depressing.." Harlequin mumbled to herself. Right now, the best thing for her to do was go back to the school, make a nice cup of hot chocolate, accept friend requests, write a blog on how shitty her past few days were on Myspace, have her friends console her and sulk. Maybe even watch Moulin Rouge, the mother of all tragic romance movies. I mean, screw Titanic. It sounded like a good plan to her. Just as she bent down to untie the laces of her ice skates, she felt someone bump into her. Of course, bumping into someone on iceskates isn't that brilliant of a thing to do. And naturally, she fell.

Her blonde strands of hair fell into her face as she shielded the fall with her hands, her blue eyes burning with anger. It wasn't her day and someone was about to get their throat torn out. "Watch where the fuck you're goin-"

[/color] She lashed out as she turned around, pointing a convicting finger at the person. Harlequin blinked several times. She couldn't believe who was standing in front of her. "Kipper, what the hell are you doing here?"[/color] She asked, trying to ward off the surprised tone in her voice and replace it with bitterness. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She ignored the hand he extended to her, grasping onto the bench next to her and pulling herself up. She shut her eyes as he stumbled along his words, rubbing at her temples. "If you got something to say, spit it out already before I change my mind and just punch you in the face for knocking me down."[/color] This better be good..[/size][/font][/blockquote]

[Kipper Stevens]

Life. Spiral downwards, killing all the helpless victims just like a venomous spider. Kill me already. He said in his head. He had no way out. Life was becoming an empty bag of twizzlers. Kipper closed his eyes for a brief second. He saw her smile. The way she looked at him when she saw the rose. The things she said. This was not a look back at everything. This was more of a look back at the everything at 1000000x fast forward. His eyes opened and he still saw her standing there. She didn't care about him before, she just saw him as whatever. He just knew it.

A sigh escaped his soft lips. He had no clue what to say. His hands were shaking cold, and his mind was going insane. Let me out of this place. He said in his head; picturing him in an insane house. He was really loosing his mind. He needed a quick something to get out of the situation he was in. He started walking away. He was thinking of her the whole time. What if he told her his feelings? Would he get rejected? Would he live the rest of his life alone? He didn't know, so why chance it? He looked at her eyes. Was there pain in her eyes as well? He thought he saw it when he turned around, but he had no clue. I love you Harley. Thats what I have to say to you. Scold me if you may, tell me your independent. I could care less. I want you to be happy, no matter if it involves me or not. Kipper knew in his heart that he was lying to her. He didn't want to see her with anyone but him. He wanted her.

Kipper tilted his body, and slipped his foot around. He turned his body the opposite way and walked off. He had nothing left to say. She was going to say something to him, but he didn't know what. He didn't know if what he was doing was right. He didn't know if walking away was the answer. He did know that if he walked away, everything would be much easier. He had to stop thinking about it. He kept walking. He tried not to look back. He was telling himself over and over not to look back. Subconsciously he looked back. He didn't know what he saw be he stopped walking. He just stood there.

I really hope that you are happy with whatever decision you make. But if you leave this; what we have going; behind, I will have no choice but to forget everything about you. Your hair, those eyes, your laugh. You will be a figment of my imagination and you will never come back. I will never let you back in. You will be dead to me. You can decide right here, because my offer expires in sixty seconds. Kipper spoke holding back his tears. It was for the best; what he was doing. It will change this horrible ending to the story Kipper. Let it happen. He kept telling himself that the bad will happen, and this will end. Let it end Kipper, just let it end.

[Harlequin Ilya]

it's the same thing everyday.
because we've run out of things to say.
if you're gone && me: not here,
it kind of sheds a different light on the whole year.

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And with each second he stood in front of her, the thing that would be her "heart" increased it's pace tenfold. With each beat, she could've sworn she felt some sort of tearing sensation deep inside. She knew she was in love with him, ever since the first moment she laid eyes on his online photo albums and began talking to him. Not that she really believed in full-on online boyfriends. Who knew if he could've been some forty-five year old rapist who drove a truck. lived with his mom, named George? However, he wasn't. When she saw him in person, her heart nearly stopped. He was gorgeous. She would've mauled him that night, if it hadn't been for Ms. Whatserface intruding on their perfect evening.

"I love you Harley. Thats what I have to say to you." Just like the first time she saw him, her heart stopped dead in it's tracks and froze like it was shoved in a meat factory's freezer, left to die. Harlequin's mouth opened, but she couldn't say a word. No sounds escaped her lips, as if her throat was withholding secrets untold. Even as Kipper began to walk away, she couldn't speak. "W-wait.."

[/color] She managed to squeak out, extending her hand. However, he wasn't in listening distance to hear her. Then again, no one could actually hear her in the soft tone that she was talking in. "You want me to be.. happy?"[/color] Of course, everybody told her that they wanted her to be happy. She was a damn internet celebrity, for crying out loud. Whoever said otherwise would be attacked with hate mail from her fans. However, she somehow knew that Kipper meant it.

"You will be dead to me." Harlequin knew that she'd hate herself for the rest of her godforsaken life is she let something so good go. People always told her that she should go out with someone of her status. It was "good publicity". The last time she actually went out with another celeb, it was because she loved him. However, they decided that it was best to cut it off because of cameras and press folowing them around where ever they went. But Kipper? He was different. She.. well, she loved him. Without second thoughts, Harlequin kicked off her iceskates and pulled on her shoes, getting up and running across the room. Of course, eyes followed her, but she didn't care. Without another word, she threw her arms around Kipper's neck and pressed her lips firmly against his. A smile of satisfaction crossed her lips as the butterflies began moshing in her stomach. His lips were soft and welcoming, just like she imagined. This was for real. This time she meant it. Pulling away, she gave the boy an embarassed smile. "Where ever we go, expect lots of people running up to me and lots of cameras flashing. Expect people following us in cars, just to get an autograph or a picture. Expect tons of people asking you how it feels to date Harlequin Hatebreed. Expect running with me to get away from people. All in all, expect for the worst."[/color] Harlequin inhaled deeply through her nostrils, a grin spreading across her lips. She was doing the right thing. She knew it. "But if you think that you can handle me, then count me in. I love you."[/color] Her blue eyes seemed to glisten brightly in the light as she laughed. God, this was unbelievable. "If you're lucky, we may even get to the part where we use the handcuffs."[/color][/size][/blockquote]