darling, i want to destroy you. (MAX)

[KATRINA ROBYN MATTHEWS]

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school…really? fuck that, any classes she attended were spent daydreaming of ways she could possibly murder the few teachers or at least make them that little bit more entertaining. she would spend the time plotting, daydream and more commonly remembering. it was a pathetic past time and kat absolutely hated it when her mind continuously burdened her mind with memories. all the terrible things she had done, all the lives she had affected and ruined, she figured it was her mind’s attempt at making her pity her test subjects, her toys, to feel something for them. honestly though she felt fuck all, the girl was lacking in empathy. many of those who murdered, who harmed others would be constantly haunted but kat was exempt, she had no conscious and therefore was able to do these cruel acts over and over again. were they for the sheer fun of it, for entertainment sake? partially yes, she couldn’t and simply wouldn’t deny that but there were deeper causes, causes for her annoyance and frustration with absolutely everyone. though she did not appear an emotional teenager, you could even hazard a guess that she had little emotion but kat was in fact a very emotional individual; too emotional even. was anger not an emotion? she showed plenty of that and yet professionals had the cheek to tell her she had little to no emotion. people were paid to evaluate her yet produced absolute bullshit. this whole place was bullshit.

she may have been sadistic, masochistic, power hungry and obsessive but she was far more sane than half the staff here, they were absolutely blind. that was why she liked to keep away from them, they only served to irritate her, she always felt a great need to talk some sense into them but seldom did it work. what d’you think she was trying to do before she got annoyed at her previous therapist? he wouldn’t listen to her, he like many others would pass her off as some little nut who liked to lecture others. despite class being well and truly over, kat stood on one of the desks in the deserted classroom. peering around the classroom as if in search of something, her search though seemed to come up with nothing and the girl’s fingers found her hair. her arms delicately raised to knot into her messy brown locks, tugging her head back and closing her eyes for a moment. the poor girl’s head was fucking swimming, she thought too much at times, her head deserved a break. what was meant to be a sigh slipped passed her lips however it escaped as almost a growl. maybe this was what happened after she went a few days without hurting someone. her current method of avoiding the human population of this place was going to fail at some point but right now she liked the solitude, before arriving she had been alone for over a week.

grey, lifeless eyes snapped back open and she leapt gracefully from the table top only to sit against it. her slender form was clothed by it’s usual style of dress, a pair of dark jeans sat low on her hip, far too worn to possess any grip upon her thinning waist. an old, wrecked ramones shirt clad her upper torso, material that was once black was now almost grey and as lifeless as the flesh that housed her body. the girl’s shoes were just as worn, the laces undone and folding down the shoes, trailing on the floor. she was surprised she was even allowed laces, saying that the asylum had yet to discover just how creative the girl was in her methods, it was a pity they hadn’t been warned. Her current position, her currents thoughts became stale and she pushed herself back onto the desk, dropping slowly to lye across it’s cold surface. knees slightly bend they were pulled up only slightly, her hand drifted beneath the barrier of her shirt to trace scars across her stomach and her eyes closed again but still the motion of her fingers continued to idly play. this was her usual past time when she had nobody to provide entertainment, she was absolutely terrible at entertaining herself and thus seemed to simply sit around and wait for company, company almost always came to her.

whilst one hand traced her stomach, the other slipped up to tug against her hair, her palm resting over her eyes. the room was already darn enough, she had failed to put on the lights for want of a bit of rest, her eyes were sick and tired of the harsh lighting, to the extent where she craved the comfort of darkness. her hand only served to block out the dull room and instead allow her to see no light, to sense no light. the girl’s lips moved, almost as if talking yet nothing was mumbled through her lips, it was perfectly silent until one line was muttered quite bitterly, questioning. “don't tell them you can walk on water or they may drink your blood.” a faint smile crossed her now still lips and she silenced to listen to the quiet room, her hand slowly dropping to rest against the desk.

(sorry, i'm not too skilled at starting things off lol)

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[max]

Max had been having a terrible week until lunch. His doctor had suggested switching his therapist not just to another therapist but to her. He could deal with her. She was one of the few people around here he actually liked. Max was best known as an asshole. He didn't try to make friends with the people here. He wasn't here to make friends. He had made a few lady friends but in his eyes they served one purpose. And it sounded horrible. But he couldn't live without sex. And the girls here were good for sex. He couldn't have a relationship with someone who was more fucked up than he was. It just wouldn't work. He'd been trying to avoid them at all costs lately though. Sometimes they got too attached and he would end up getting caught and pushed down to the bottom of the behavior chart again. Which meant the assholes wouldn't let him do half of the things he was allowed to do now. He liked his freedom and didn't want to fuck it up just to get off with some girl who wanted to be loved instead of taken advantage of. Now he was only paying attention to girls who enjoyed being taken advantage of. Freedom was too nice to play around with.

Being able to go to the art room all by himself was one of those freedoms he was allowed. The one he absolutely could not lose again. Art was his outlet. He loved to draw and paint. He descended a set of stairs, the second set he had descended since he had left his dorm to go to the art room. A bunch of people were going into the living room for movie night. Max didn't much care for movie night so instead of going straight and joining the crowd, he turned right and took the long hallway toward to the school wing. The art room was the last classroom on the left. All of the classrooms had their lights off. The teachers had gone home or down to their rooms in the basement if they lived in the building. Most of them lived outside of the building. Teachers were a bit too normal to live in a place with a bunch of crazy people. Max had always wondered what people would think of him if he ever became a teacher. He'd have to tone his style down a lot. Otherwise he'd never get hired. Which was exactly why he didn't become a teacher. He'd had his fair share of interesting jobs though. Selling drugs, being one of his favorites. It was by far the most challenging. And exciting.

When he entered the art classroom and turned the lights on he was surprised to see a girl laying on the table. He knew who she was. Her name was Kat. He'd talked to her a few times. He liked her take on the world. She was very violent and he couldn't help but be entertained by her. He felt like she was seriously misunderstood. She wasn't crazy. Just really violent. He was sure she probably belonged in a jail cell not an asylum. He smirked at that thought. "Well, hello Kat. Is that desk comfortable?" He asked in a smart ass tone. Where many of the other patients avoided Kat out of fear of being attacked, Max didn't fear her at all. He had laughed when the staff had held a meeting with the patients to warn them about how Kat was very violent and to be careful of her. Max had immediately made a mental note after that to strike up a conversation with her at some point.

[KATRINA ROBYN MATTHEWS]

clearly she hadn’t been paying attention enough to notice the door open, she was usually rather alert of her surroundings but the dimly lit room was far too comfortable to make her aware of everything that was going on. instead she had withdrawn into her own thoughts, not many enjoyed her company, she herself was probably the only one who truly valued it and at times she even scared the shit out of herself. it was all so humorous to her though, like everything it was all unimportant and some big, cheap game. kat wasn’t aware of any meetings though saying that she would have probably shown up to them and publicly damned herself for the hell of it, she was a brat although most would probably pick slightly harsher terms to describe her but she knew herself to be a nuisance and equally took it upon herself to do so. it was the only thing that kept her so damn cheery these days, doing things that were considered completely insane kept her sane…though that didn’t make all that much sense. she didn’t jump at the sound of the voice, it was far too smooth to cause fright but instead the girl smiled a strange little smile and opened her eyes to squint across at him. “maxxie.” lazy tones almost chimed though there wasn’t quite enough enthusiasm to be classed as a chime, only that moment had she decided that his name was maxxie. she liked it, it didn’t suit him and seemed like something that would probably irk him a little, causing a small annoyance through a pet name was tame enough to withstand surely. she was still constantly testing her boundaries where he was concerned.

despite finding so much interest in the boy they were very different people, usually she would bond with like minded folk who enjoyed the same past times as herself but max was an exception. he himself seemed pretty sane, she could even see him getting a decent job and all that jazz. kat on the other hand had no hope unless they allowed her to work in a slaughter house…she’d probably find that quite entertaining actually until she would turn on the people working there as well and it would turn into some mad horror movie, a pretty good one at that. never having a job she had no intentions of getting one, well strictly speaking she had never had a job, at the age of sixteen and when in a relationship with jason it was always down to her to get the drugs and make the money for the drugs which was considerably harder. the girl had no skills to mention and a paper route just seemed a little below her, she sold the one thing she actually owned and was confident in it’s abilities. prostitution at the age of sixteen was hardly glamorous and it was bloody hard work trying to keep her want to physically hurt these people but it worked for a brief while and it got them the stuff they wanted, she wanted. she had no intentions of working again, be it a proper job or something more unskilled.

“mmm, very.” pushing herself from her position she gave a rather arrogant smirk whilst brushing fingers through her hair with absolutely no effect. it was a habit and an utterly useless one at that, one of her mothers though which she couldn’t remember constantly scalded her for it telling her that if she played with her hair so much it would all fall out one day. fucking idiot, despite being a child kat wasn’t naïve to those tales and continued to play with and chew the crap out of her hair. maybe it wasn’t the healthiest of the fullest set of locks but that wasn’t from it’s constant attention, simply from a slight case of malnutrition. her flesh had suffered equally at her crummy food intake growing sickeningly pale although kat quite liked it. it made others constantly question if she was feeling unwell, which of course she found funny like any feigned sympathy or care about her. sitting at the edge of the table she peered at the male for a moment as she always seemed to do, even if she knew a person well she always took a moment to observe them. She didn’t even know the reason for it, maybe it was just another habit ‘cause half the time she would take very little from her observations. he was attractive in quite a strange way, not your typical tall dark and handsome type that was for sure, kat was far too intrigued with him mind though to consider him a play thing. different people had different uses and max was certainly one she liked the company of, he gave decent conversation for the better part.

she wasn’t talkative at the best of times however her current company usually managed to draw out a more social side to her, the side that wasn’t just interested in physically damaging people though she would never say no if the offer was there. few people were able to entertain her for long enough to keep a conversation going, she would usually get bored of their company and freak the hell out of them to the point where they were sidestepping out of the room. even if she attempted to do so to max she wasn’t sure if it would be taken seriously, he’d probably just take the piss out of her…which would annoy her more. she was quite fond of the odd challenge and undoubtedly would have a good shot at hurting him at some point but for now she was content in remaining a small distance from him with sharp objects. stretching out, her back clicked rather awkwardly however she took no note and instead tilted her head and peered at max quite harshly before her pale features broke into a smile. “tell me something interesting.” it was a demand and quite an odd one at that but she liked asking vague questions especially to people who had a mind of their own. the variety of answers she could get were mind blowing unless he decided to be all boring on her and refuse to play this little game.

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[max]

Max wasn't bothered by being called Maxxie. His mother called him Maxxie so he didn't mind it at all. Since he knew Kat was probably saying it to try and tick him off. She'd have to try a little bit harder than that if she wanted to piss him off. He knew she fed on that kind of thing. He just smiled when she said it and started rummaging through the art supplies in one of the cabinets. He was looking for the assortment of things he needed to paint. He never used any really light colors. Most of his paintings focused on black, gray and red tones. He pulled out a few bottles of paint and a handful of brushes. "My mother calls me that."

[/color] He mumbled as he spread out the supplies on the table. When he'd set up an easel and everything he paused and took a seat on the table where his supplies were. He hadn't quite found inspiration yet so he had a minute to just carry on a conversation. He had never been very talkative until he had come here. It was like he felt more comfortable talking to people who were fucked up in the head. It was like they had similar minds. They were easier to relate to. It was like someone who knew a lot about cars could have a wonderful conversation with another person who knew a lot about cars. It went the same way with people whose minds were a little bit messed up. Max felt more comfortable speaking to people who knew he was fucked up and were just as fucked up as him, if not more. He didn't have to worry about them thinking he was a freak or being intimidated by his appearance. It didn't seem to bother anyone here at all. It was like they were untouched by the views of society. Not being scrutinized was a lovely feeling.

Max was smart enough to know that even though he admired Kat's take on life and he enjoyed her company, they were very different. She had an even more difficult time being in the real world. He could see where her violence could cause a lot of problems for her. Max himself wasn't very violent unless provoked. He was more of a verbal person. He'd rather hurt someone with his words than his fists. Words harmed the soul, hands harmed the outside. He'd rather get to someone's head because that would tear them apart more than any flesh wound. But everyone had their own way of expressing their anger or pain. He didn't know why Kat was so abusive and violent. But whatever her reason was it was her own and he respected her, violent or un-violent. Max had always been a very sane insane person. Although, technically speaking he wasn't really insane. He had depression. Just a small chemical inbalance in his brain. He didn't see things, he didn't feel the need to hurt anyone, he didn't hear voices, he didn't have multiple personalities. His worst crime was hurting himself and trying to kill himself. Sometimes the realizations of how much he'd fucked his life up came tumbling down on him and he just couldn't take it anymore. Those were the times when he wanted to die. To just end everything because he felt like he had nothing left. He'd destroyed everything and couldn't fix it. Medication helped. But not entirely. He had always been told that he really needed outpatient therapy to be able to function in life. He'd never taken his life more seriously than he was now. He was almost thirty and still had nothing to show for it. His friends were married and had kids. He had nothing. And when he got out of here he'd probably end up moving back in with his parents. There was nothing left for him in the city. He'd worn out his welcome there. He'd considered staying in Benson. Maybe finding a job. Getting an apartment. He had a lot of goals. He had no clue how he was going to do it but he figured he would find out.

He snapped out of those thoughts and returned to focusing on Kat. She was sitting now and seemed to be studying him. He didn't mind. He was used to being studied. The staff here had been studying him for almost a year now. When she told him to tell her something interesting he laughed a bit. "Hmmm, there are a lot of interesting things in this world. What kind of interesting something would you like me to tell you?"[/color] Max was full of useless information so of course he knew many things that could be considered interesting. "You never disappoint, I'm always surprised by these demands of yours."[/color] He said as he hopped off the table and starting pour paint into trays. He never really painted anything happy. One of the staff members had told him this yesterday. So he decided he would paint a flower. Flowers were happy enough. Of course he wouldn't be painting it in pretty pink or yellow. Black, grey and red were his colors. He was sure he could paint a good enough flower with those colors. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

[KATRINA ROBYN MATTHEWS]

kat didn’t relate to very many people here however max’s appearance seemed to look just like what kat should have looked like. her persona was far darker than her appearance, at time she could appear sweet even which would fuck anyone over. max on the other hand looked like he would quite freely harm someone, probably what first attracted her to conversing with him when he popped up. a lot of people who approached her were ignored and even though max probably wasn’t the type of guy kat had been expecting she still rather liked him. he had logic, he had sense which was what many of the other patients lacked. her best conversations came from staff and were usually in the form of fierce debated however she could even talk to max without raising her voice. his comment however deflated her slightly yet she was still rather fond of his new-ish nickname. it was sweet. she didn’t often give nicknames to people and most of the time when she had done so it had been because she couldn’t be arsed to remember their names. one stranger she had bumped into through the halls had been dubbed ‘fat scene kid’ because that was exactly what he was, some strange little scene kid that packed on a few too many pounds. it was quite a rarity in their breed and therefore easy to identify. the vast majority of the time though she didn’t even bother to recall the names of people, mostly because she was interested in very few. besides max and ban nobody had yet had the power to captivate her attention for longer than a few minutes.

katrina had always liked to think herself as one of the sane insane lot, that alone though probably made her more insane. people had different interests, different hobbies and just because a few of hers were harmful towards both herself and others she was classed as insane. now that was hardly fair. she slid from her position as he started to assemble paints, her expression formed a pout as she circled behind him and came to a stop, her arms looping delicately around his waist as she peered over his shoulder at what he was doing. Instead of answering his question right away she turned her attention to his choice of colours. “maybe you could create something terrible with stereotypically pretty colours.” she hadn’t seen many do that, she hadn’t seen anyone ever to such a thing. it was rare to find people painting attractive images in dark tones yet the opposite seemed even more rare and quite fascinating. it was a strange concept how emotive colour was considered however it was people who considered it to be so. no other race would probably associate tone with emotion, there was little proof to show that other species even had similar emotion to their superior race. luck of the drawn, that’s what it all was, if someone years ago had said black was a really happy colour, people would have thought of it as such.

still she was testing her boundaries yet with max she wouldn’t mistakenly go too far. allowing him the return of his personal space she paced away from him and instead slipped up, onto the table next to where he worked so she could observe. “oh I don’t know…” pausing for a moment she sighed, he was meant to be her source of amusement and instead she found herself putting effort into it. “the people here, the patients, the staff…who would be fun to play with?” her search for things or people even to keep herself busy was endless however she hadn’t been here long enough to assess many of the people. most of her time had been consumed with getting annoyed at random people and lashing out, she really had to better control herself and that will power seemed to be slowly rising once more. now she was in the mood to fuck with the weak. hell, if he had a few he didn’t get on with she would gladly target them just to maybe give him a little satisfaction as well however he didn’t strike her as the vengeful sort. her fingers brushed against the surface of the table before she smirked slightly. “oh you know me, i don’t like to disappoint by being prediactable.”

the moment she finished her sentence she had leaped from the table and paced through the room, first searching through the art equipment though it brought up nothing interesting. allowing max to work in peace for a while she paced over to the desk at the front of the class an began to root through the drawers. she didn’t find what she wanted however in the last one she looked through she found an item close enough. her heart had been set on a scalpel blade often used to cut the thicker materials, handy for other uses of course. she had however landed herself a pair of scissors and slipped them casually into her back pocket before kicking the drawer shut. “this place is fucking useless.” it was a comment aimed at well, the inanimate being that was the building itself, cursing it under mumbled tones she then wondered back towards max. she had been careless, sure that max wouldn’t tell on her for stealing scissors. she was bitterly disappointed with the lack of sharper objects but maybe the staff were brighter than she gave credit.

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[max]

Max had always clung to people who were different. It seemed that they responded better with people they could relate to. Although Max was sure his personality was a lot less dark than Kat's, he look as dark as her personality. As if they were two puzzle pieces that linked together. Apart they had half of the picture but together they made a whole. He had the appearance, her the attitude. He couldn't help but think that if they were one person the world would go to hell. He smiled at that thought. Just goes to show looks can be very deceiving. Max wondered if she was disappointed that the nick name didn't piss him off. Most likely she was. He was just happy she had chosen a nice nick name for him. Something that wasn't too insulting. She was famous for rude, blunt nick names and Max had heard a few of them. She'd heard one of the "scene" kids bitching about how she called him fat one night when he was in the lounge on the boys floor. He remembered laughing, thinking that a man should have more back bone than to let such a thing bother him. He knew gay guys who wouldn't be as upset about something like that. Had to be a lame ass if you were more emotional than a gay guy.

He didn't flinch when she wrapped her arms around him. It wasn't odd for Kat to be a bit intrusive of personal space sometimes. Another tactic to try and piss people off. Didn't bother Max though. Not much did anymore. If he were still a drug addicted irritated person he might have pushed her away. Max was learning to control his anger a lot better. He was learning a lot of things. Although he'd been in and out of these places since he was a kid, he had never actually taken in what they were telling him. Now he was. He wanted to be done with asylums forever. He'd spent too much time talking to therapists and dealing with people more crazy than himself. He raised an eyebrow at her suggestion. It was unique. But he like his colors. He didn't like to stray from them. They were his favorite. But he took a mental note to do a painting in such a manner just to entertain Kat.

So she wanted to know about the asylum. Okay, he could do that. He knew plenty about the place. He'd been here close to a year. "Well, for starters, it is rumored to be haunted, but nobody believes the rumors because it is only the patients who claim to see these ghosts. I looked into it though. And did you know that on the same land this asylum was built, once stood a hospital for wounded soldiers during the civil war? So maybe the insane people aren't so insane after all."

[/color] When she mentioned who would be fun to play with he immediately thought of Belle. He wouldn't mention her of course. He was seriously protective over Belle. She was like a little sister in his eyes. But Kat would have a field day with her. Whenever someone was too aggressive toward her it sent her spiraling into horrific hallucinations trigger by her past. Belle had been kidnapped, repeatedly raped for 3 days and then buried alive. She had stopped breathing for two minutes before the police finally found her. Max couldn't believe it when she'd told him. He'd definitely make sure Kat stayed far away from her. She was tormented enough. But then he thought of Abilene. The girl he'd argued with in the library a couple weeks ago. "I say Abi Winters might be fun to play with. She's a real hot head.As for staff members that are fun to play with....you'd get a kick out of Jakob. He has a tendancy to be a pushover. He's too nice. Not to mention messing with Jakob would get all of the girls mad. Most of the female patients have a soft spot for him."[/color] Max liked Jakob, but he also knew Jakob could handle Kat. He was tougher than he appeared to be and when provoked was far from a pushover. But Kat would still have a little bit of fun with him.

Max laughed as he watched her search the room. When she found scissors he smirked. "Exactly how far do you think your gonna get with safety scissors?"[/color] He asked, a smirk planted on his face.[/blockquote][/blockquote]