No Good Deed

Who: June OTA
What: Trying to draw the rose she found outside her door.
When: Thursday during lunch
Where: Rec room
Rating: G

( A drawing is simply a line going for a walk. )

Who: Sinister, Husk
Where: Secondary Facilities Kitchen
When: Sunday evening, sometime after dinner
What: Baking, the Cure, and the past life of a certain Doctor

( Are you hypnotized, by secrets that you're keeping? )

( The text is the same but the numbers will change )

( Letter to the Editor )


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Who: Lorna, OT Sinister and X-23
What: Most young girls sneak into movie theaters... Lorna sneaks into opera houses. Go fig.
When: Backdated 1/3/11, 9:00PM
Where: New York's Metropolitan Opera House

( The Phantom of the Opera )

Who: X-23 OTA
What: Defiling a church.
When: Dec. 28 early morning hours
Where: Westchester, not too far from downtown
Rating: R for violence and language. And people getting dead. And self-injury.

She'd been waiting for hours, sitting up in the belfry of the old abandoned church. Did they ever leave? These rich families, stuffing their pockets with money and filling their houses with things that only took up space and no one ever really needed. Well, X-23 figured it was her job to help these poor rich families reorganize their priorities. Good thing she could wait and watch as long as she needed to. Fucking holidays and family time. How could they stand being in the same house as one another for so long, staring at the same faces, having the same conversations day after day? The girl could sit in one position for hours but patience was something she'd always lacked. ( Cool and calm on the outside, even close to stoic at a glance, but a raging storm of anger and impatience on the inside )

Who: X-23 OTA
What: Scoping out the downtown area of Westchester
When: December 7, 2010
Where: Downtown
Rating: PG-13 to be safe. Laura has a potty mouth.


It was cold out and getting dark too damn early. Fifteen after four in the afternoon and already the sky was the color of cotton candy from a setting sun. It pissed Laura off, as was evident by her expression as she looked up through the trees in the park. The wind blew strands of her long dark hair across her face. Laughter caught her ears and as she raised a delicate hand to sweep the hair from her vision, she saw three teenage boys walking up the path and in her direction. She moved away from the path, hands shoved into her pockets, and made her way to the swings.

( Stuck inside yourself. )

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