breaking <<dakota>> rules

[jessica love caper]

jessica love caper sat on her bed waiting for her roommate to return from wherever she went. she was anxious to show her what she got. caper was able to get some alcohol for her and dakota, her roomie. smiling she couldn’t believe that she was able to get it in. she was scared that the teachers would find out. but they remained clueless, like always. caper’s eyes were slightly red from the high she was still in. she was so happy that her contact was still safe. she didn’t know what she would do if he wasn’t. she knew that she could trust her roomie with the secret of getting stuff. life was good right now for caper. she couldn’t think of anything that would be any better.


smiling again she listened for her roommate. she knew that dakota was an alcoholic, but she was a friend of capers. so many people here were going behind the teachers backs and drinking or doing drugs. she knew a few sex addicts that had sex at night when lights were out. but she wouldn’t rat any of them out. just like they wouldn’t rat her out, right? she didn’t know if she could trust everybody.

she did know that she could trust at least two people in kayson. dakota and haylee. both of whom caper had helped break the rules, or was going to be helping. she hadn’t told them her past though. that’s one thing she was reluctant to tell anybody. if she did, she felt like she would loose the fight against the pain. luckily no one really bothered her about it. they wouldn’t ask her about her past, so she didn’t ask them. that’s what was good about kayson. people kept to themselves more. caper continued waiting anxious to start drinking.

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[dakota harlow winters.]

Dakota hiccuped and threw the green tennis ball she was currently clutching in her hand at the wall across from her. She was sat in one of the hallways, throwing a tennis ball back and forth - she had been getting sick of seeing that bloody dorm room. But, even though she was bored; the girl was still excited. In the back of her mind, she knew that Jessica would (hopefully) be waiting for her in the dorm with something to drink. Everybody knew that there was no way she could be holding up so well going cold turkey, but nobody dared to question it or they just didn't care enough to do so anyway. She didn't take well to people constantly poking their nose in her business when they weren't wanted. If she wanted them to know something then she would tell them, otherwise they could go shove themselves.

A pale hand stopped the ball as it ricocheted off of the wall and back towards her at a speed that would probably be pretty painful if the ball had hit her in the face. Now she really needed something to do, otherwise she would go in search of something to do and most people who knew the red head well knew that this usually ended up in trouble. Jessica had to be back by now, surely. Unless the staff caught her? Dakota allowed this thought to linger in her mind for a few moments, before laughing. Somebody could have strolled straight in with a machete and none of them would even flinch. They didn't give a crap what they did, and nobody would listen even if they did try to stop everything that happened behind closed doors. Surely they didn't expect to have a surprisingly large number of sex addicts; drug addicts and alcoholics living in the same buildings, making friendships or enemies out of each other; and not expect something to be going on. It was ridiculous if they actually did.

Dakota dropped the tennis ball into the pocket of her hoodie and got to her feet. She brushed herself down a little, not really wanting to walk around with a dusty butt for all to see, before making her way over to the dorm buildings. It wasn't far, which was good because she wasn't really in the mood for a stroll. She just wanted to get as drunk as sin and forget about all of the crap that she had been through, was going through and will probably go through in the future. That was the beauty of drugs and alcohol, they gave a person to loosen up and lose themselves for a little while. Okay, sometimes the aftermath was never exactly pleasant - but she was used to spending her mornings on her knees with her head in the toilet. That was when she had vowed never to drink again; but here she was. She did drink again. She placed her hand on the handle of the door, pushing down on it gently and entering dorm five. "Afternoon." Dakota grinned when she saw what Jessica had. Forget hangovers. People had always told her to live for the moment, that was exactly what she was going to do.

TAGGED: jessica.
STATUS: done!
WORDS: five hundred and sixty-three.
OUTFIT: coming later, I'm lazy.
IMAGE: mine, oldd.
LYRICS: sick muse by metric.
MUSIC: finders keepers by you me at six.
OTHER: sorry this took so long >.> I've had no Dakota muse.

[jessica love caper]

Caper smiled when she saw the door open and Dakota the one behind it. “Afternoon,” Caper said, smiling as she pulled the numerous alcoholic drinks she had gotten. Her favorite was the Smirnoff. “Whats life with rules?” Caper asked, smiling again, “No fun that’s what.” She enjoyed being rommies with Dakota. She was like caper. Only one rule existed and that was there was no rules. She lived by this saying her whole life. And that’s why she did her hardest to break the rules at Kayson. It made her more fun to be around and more fun to talk to.

Caper opened a beer and took a drink while handing one to Dakota. She relished the feeling that the beer was giving her. But she knew that she wasn’t only going to be drunk today. She pulled out her bag of weed and smiled. She had a pound hidden in a secret place in her dorm. And she had gotten it real cheap. She also pulled out some papers to roll a joint with. She couldn’t wait to light it up. When she finished rolling the joint, she lite it and took a big hit off of it. She loved the feeling of the smoke filling her lungs.

“Want some?” caper asked, looking at Dakota and holding the joint towards her. She loved smoking. It made her feel as if she was flying. Though she was firmly laying on her bed. Her limbs felt heavy. Her mind felt fuzzy. She knew that the stuff she had was good stuff. She simply knew that it was good because after one hit she was getting high. She couldn’t wait until she got so gone she wouldn’t remember things that she would do while high. And the alcohol was just making it even better.

[dakota harlow winters.]

Dakota shut the door behind her and took a seat on the floor. Sure, she could have sat on her bed or something, but she didn't want to. It wasn't like anybody would walk in and tread on her and there were several reasons: a) she was pretty hard to miss, you had to admit; b) nobody ever walked into their dorm room anyway; c) she would get her revenge if anybody did happen to tread on her. Being small didn't mean that she was going to let everybody walk all over her because they were taller . . . Okay, that there was a perfect example of a very bad choice of wording.

TAGGED: jessica.
STATUS: not done!
WORDS: - - -
OUTFIT: coming later, I'm lazy.
IMAGE: mine, oldd.
LYRICS: sick muse by metric.
MUSIC: liquid lives by hadouken!
OTHER: will finish tomorrow, sorryy.