TROUBLE THAT CAN'T BE NAMED.

[imogen ellis waller.]

confusion that never stops,

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GONNA COME BACK AND TAKE YOU HOME, I COULD NOT STOP WHAT YOU NOW KNOW. [/color]

she was infamous for not caring. anything that happened to her wasn't even relevant, because she honestly couldn't care less anymore. so what if she wasn't technically allowed in this part of the castle? hadn't stopped her before. her parents barely even knew she existed - they didn't even know she was a witch, though, imogen suspected her cover would be blown the moment she left hogwarts to spend the holidays with her mum and dad - and carlie and her mum. part of the reason why imogen despised going home so much over the christmas, easter and summer holidays was because carlie was practically there twenty-four/seven. along with all the fake love in the room - her mother and father acting cutesy when her dad knew exactly what imogen's mother had been doing in the bathroom for the last ten minutes; going to retouch your lipstick doesn't take that long, nor is it that loud, nor does it involve moaning mrs. dyer's name out as you orgasm. imogen's house was more like an insane asylum, and imogen was the only sane one there. she was fast losing her sanity, what with turning a blind eye to her father's incestuous relationships and completely ignoring her mother's lesbianism, making sure bradley was okay and chasing carlie out of her room yet again as she seemed to have the idea in her head that they were sharing a room.

she'd always done exactly what she'd wanted, when she'd wanted. she'd had no one telling her that she couldn't, or shouldn't do something; it had always been up to imogen to decide whether what she was doing was a good idea or not. if she wanted to drink on a monday night, then she damn well would. if she wanted to take e to school and get high in potions, who the fuck was going to stop her? if she wanted a quick fuck in the girls bathrooms with whomever she found or managed to coax inside, then there was fuck all stopping her. she had no boundaries, no limitations. she could risk it all on a quick high with no consequences. she had the means necessary; it wasn't like she couldn't afford it now. before it had been harder. before she hadn't had the cash spare. now she could buy whatever she wanted, do whatever she wanted, without anyone giving her a second glance. and that was partly what she hated.

she wasn't noticed. wasn't paid attention to. if she was just at home being relatively well behaved - and by that i mean not taking something or drinking something or fucking someone or fighting someone or anything that could actually be construed as bad - no one gave her a second glance. no one looked over at her and included her in anything. it was as though she was just there. like a piece of furniture. like all she did was exist. imogen wasn't the type of girl to tolerate just existing. she wanted to be noticed. she wanted people to know her name. and if that was all for the wrong reasons - being an addict, drinker, smoker, slut - then to hell with it. she didn't care, as long as people knew her.

remembering the password to the prefects' bathroom took far too long for imogen to be happy with - in the end she gave up thinking and just went and accosted a prefect. she happily told her the password. happily because imogen had just fingered her and was in the process of making her come. imogen knew how to get what she wanted. just fuck the right people and soon enough, they all started doing whatever she said. now she had plans every thursday night - it wasn't like imogen had anything else better to do. if she could spend it getting fucked, then all the better for her. she stood up, gave up the hunt for her underwear and pressed a swift kiss to the girl in front of her's - didn't catch the name - lips, before wandering off, smirking. she pulled the strap of her bra back up onto her shoulder, and pulled the hem of her dress up - not enough to show that she wasn't wearing her pants, but still enough to get people wondering.

like i said, imogen knew what she had to do to get what she wanted. but what the hell; sex is sex. she isn't going to complain.

she muttered the password - though to what or whom she didn't even know, and let herself in, walking slowly around the perimeter of the oversized bath until she reached the tap. twisting the faucet, she let the bath fill up, watching it aimlessly until she heard the door handle unlock and turn. standing up - because in the position she'd been in, her lack of pants had been very prominent - she tilted her head ever so slightly to the side, a playful half smirk plastered on her face. should be fun.

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[/i][/color] vinny. haha.
HOWMANYWORDS ! eight four four.
WHEREAREWE ! sa great big pool, haha.
NOTES ! idek. someone join and start shit and then fuck her. whatever.
ROLLTHECREDITS ! TEMPLATE AND BANNER CREDIT BELLA ELLA EH?! @ CAUTION. IF YOU TAKE THIS OFF, SHE'LL MURDER YOUR FIRST BORN CHILD AND YOUR CAT.
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[vincent james deranges]

( SHUSH GIRL! SHUT YOUR LIPS! )
do the helen keller and talk with your hips
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Vincent was known for breaking the rules. Be it breaking the rules of normal conduct, politeness and all that jazz, or just breaking the school rules. He seemed to be under the impression that rules really should be applied to him, as if he was better than they were. And wasn't he? Along with Mason, he had been able to pull off a few heists around the school that got everyone talking and no one had been able to figure out who had done it all. Of course, those had been childish pranks compared to what he was planning next, but no one knew about that. Mason didn’t even know all of it. Vincent preferred to keep to himself as much as he could, the less people know, the less they can use/hold against you. At least that’s how it’s supposed to work, but it doesn’t always end up that way. Around this school people were willing to believe anything, no matter how outrageous it was. Vincent chuckled as he thought of a few rumors to spread about a certain D.A. leader and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair as he walked down the corridor. All that rumor spreading was a bit beneath him. Though, it wouldn’t be beneath a few of the people in his group. He did have a reputation to uphold, and going around whilst spreading childish rumors wouldn’t do much to protect it. No, he would have someone else do that. Perhaps that Descry girl.

With a bored sigh, her rolled his eyes. Why wasn’t there anything interesting to do in this castle? There was only so much scheming you could do before you tired of it and wanted to go on with something else. That was the point that Vincent was at now, he had spent most of the day so far planning out future plans that he would go over with Mason later. Or maybe he wouldn’t, he needed some time to be away from his writing before he went back to it and rewrote it so that he could be more thorough. He liked to think of everything that could possibly go wrong and then plan for it. Sure, he wouldn’t mind more of the fame he would get if people knew he was behind everything, not that there weren’t rumors and that most people already didn’t know they just had no proof, but he didn’t want the consequences that came with people watching his every move. Or him getting caught and sent off somewhere, being punished. No, that wouldn’t be fun. It was much better to hide in anonymity than to be punished for all your hard work. And that’s what Vincent had been fearing since the first few ‘pranks.’ He had decided to lay low for a bit, but that time was drawing to an end.

He was interrupted from his thoughts by moaning. He furrowed his brows slightly and sped his walk to see what it was all about. He watched with mild interest as he found two girls in the middle of doing it. He quickly hid himself in the shadows, he wouldn’t want to disturb them, even if he was invited to join. Nearly chuckling, he caught himself just in time to stop from blowing his cover. Lifting his brows, he hear something that sounded like a password come from one of the girl’s mouths. Or maybe it was just a secret word to let the other know she was doing a good job. Though, why she couldn’t just say that was beyond him. Girls these days. They were apparently done now, well at least one was. The other looked like she wanted more. His eyes followed the girl that had gotten up, leaving the other alone. He smirked and after about a minute, he stepped from the shadows toward the direction the girl had gone. He completely ignored the other girl, she didn’t seem all that interesting.

Muttering what he figured was a password to the prefect’s bathroom, this was the floor, right? Apparently it was, as he was quickly let into the bathroom. Not bad. It would be nice if he had his own bathroom like this. He straightened up his robes as he spotted the girl, if only he knew her name. He could never be bothered to remember many people’s names. They just didn’t stick in his mind. Though, after he learned this girl’s name it would probably stick with him for a good bit after that scene he had just witnessed. He smirked as he stepped forward. ”Nice bathroom.”

[/b] He tilted his head as he gave her a quick look over. ”And nice.. Technique.” He let out a soft chuckle as he wondered if she would understand what he meant. Taking a few more steps toward her, he was within a foot or so of her figure. Quickly shedding of his black robes, he smiled. ”Hope you don’t mind if I join.” Even if she did mind, he was going to be here anyway, even if she had other plans. And by all means, if that other girl walked in here he would be fine with that. He could just sit in the corner of the pool and watch. Again. Though, if someone of a different… persuasion walked in, he would gracefully bow out. He wasn’t interested in watching that.
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TAG !? Immy.
WORD COUNT ?! 900.
LOCATION !? Prefect's Bathroom.
WEARING !? School uniform.
LYRICS !? don't trust me;; 30H!3
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0

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[imogen ellis waller.]

confusion that never stops,

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GONNA COME BACK AND TAKE YOU HOME, I COULD NOT STOP WHAT YOU NOW KNOW. [/color]

lalala -_-

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[/i][/color] vinny. haha.
HOWMANYWORDS ! eight four four.
WHEREAREWE ! sa great big pool, haha.
NOTES ! idek. someone join and start shit and then fuck her. whatever.
ROLLTHECREDITS ! TEMPLATE AND BANNER CREDIT BELLA ELLA EH?! @ CAUTION. IF YOU TAKE THIS OFF, SHE'LL MURDER YOUR FIRST BORN CHILD AND YOUR CAT.
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