The Beast & the Harlot [Open]

[Holden J. Caulfield]

But can't tell if I've been breathing,
or sleeping, or screaming, or waiting for the man to call.
And maybe all of the above.

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"Hear the sound. The angels come screaming down. Your voice;I hear you've been bleeding. Make your choice. They say you've been pleading. Someone save us,"

[/color] the sixth year sang to himself as he walked the hallway desolate.

"I'm at this old hotel. But can't tell if I've been breathing, or sleeping, or screaming, or waiting for the man to call. And maybe all of the above. 'cause mostly I've been sprawled on these cathedral steps while spitting out the blood and screaming, 'Someone save us'.

"Heaven help us now. Come crashing down. We'll hear the sound. As you're falling down."[/color]

Holden put his hands into his tight skinny jeans which were held up by a three row studded belt. His shirt was a medium black shirt with a white wolf face on it. Then on the back it said,'My Chemical Romance'. His left hand scratched his left cheek and put his hands into his back pockets instead of his front this time.

The sixth year Hufflepuff's hair had dramatically changed in the pass few months. Jeffree Caulfield [Holden's father] said that his hair grew about an inch per month. How his dad would know he wouldn't ask. He really didn't want to know. Holden's hair was now down to his shoulders a bit and cut at an angle. The desolate teenager actually liked his hair this way. It was time for a change after all.

"And will you pray for me. Make them say your name? And will you lay for me? And make a saint of- 'cause I'll give you all the nails you need. Cover me in gasoline. Wipe away those tears of blood again. And the punchline to the joke is asking: Someone save us. "[/color]

Everything seemed to be changing. Nothing seemed as it was when he first got here. Now he had people he liked and couldn't stand. The majority was in the 'I Can't Stand You' category but mostly that was Holden's fault. His personality would probably be his downfall in the end. His left index, middle, marriage, and pinky finger tapped against his bottom lip as his thumb kept his librae in place as his fingers moved against his lip.

"Heaven help us now. Come crashing down. We'll hear the sound as you fall,"[/color] he finished as bent his knees so he could sit on the golden and burgundy colored carpet.

Holden put his head against the floor and spread out a bit. No one was down the hallway that he knew of. He felt pretty forlorn laying on the floor with no one to talk to. "And would you pray for me?," he yelled at the top of his lungs. No one would hear him. The never-fit-in-much-kid didn't care if anyone really did hear him. It was good once and awhile to scream a good random lyric at the top of your voice and scream your heart out.

He put his finger against his lips as he looked at the carpet. His gray eyes noticed the designs on the burgundy and golden carpet. It reminded him of Gryffindor colors. Ew. Holden sighed and moved his right hand under his head. The carpet was soft but not that soft to where he couldn't feel the concrete underneath the fluffy carpet.

"You don't know a thing about my sins."[/font][/size][/blockquote]

[Kamy Shindana]

{sorry it's not my best. =/ hopefully they'll get better. <3}

Lead to the river. Mid-summer, I waved - A 'V' of black swans on with hope to the grave. And through Red September - With skies fire-paved I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones...

"And would anyone bother to care?" Muttering the words to herself as she trailed her fingertips along the wall, a light scratching only to be heard by her. She'd never been one to make much noise in the several terms she'd been here. Roughly six at this time, though she was still a mere fourth year. Still behind, still broken, still forgotten? Most likely. Brayden had disappeared, Conor and Ben were leaving soon - she had no reason to even be here aside from the fact she had nowhere else to go. So what was a girl to do? Sit and twiddle her thumbs as her life passed her by? She'd much rather cause a scene, had she not been so shy.

Bared on your tomb, I'm a prayer for your loneliness; And would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your lowliness, I could always find the right slot for your sacred key

Walking down a burgundy carpeted hallway, adorned with a golden pattern, Kami wondered how the Headmistress could possibly say she didn't favor Gryffindors. That was so irritating - they were always favored. Mihaels were simply ignored these days, but she didn't much mind the solitude. Hearing someone screaming something that sounded familiar - and would you pray for me? - Kami quirked an eyebrow as her curiosity rose. Who would be here now? And as she walked a good twenty feet, her answer was there, in student form - lying on the ground.

Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, And dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days... Christening stars, I remember the way - We were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay...

Skinny jeans, a studded belt, and a black shirt - that's all she saw immediately as she walked towards the students' feet. Pulling her nails from the wall, she brushed her bangs from her face as she looked down at him, recognizing him from a class... or something. From a long time ago. One of the meshed classes. He said something else, something she couldn't make out - ...you don't know a thing about my sins... - and she bit her lip lightly before speaking. "Hi."