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Good looking out, Aeron. Assembly. Great. Violet hated them. Anyone who decided to come up and yammer about why drugs were bad, or the latest We Shall Overcome bullshit was enough to make her want to kill herself. It was even worse when they sang, or when the principle made endless speeches about being tolerant of bullies. Especially when the bullies never ceased anyway. It was all bullshit. All of it.

“Shit.” the girl muttered with a grumble and idly started to doodle with a pen on the palm of her hand, hopefully distracting anyone from the fresh cut on her wrist. There hadn’t been much time to put a bandaid on it quite yet, that would have to wait until later. “Oh.” Violet replied in a dull tone. “That kind of assembly. Yeah, I’ll pass. What they do on their downtime is of no interest to me. Let alone expect me to give a shit.” finally, her hazel eyes glanced up at him.

“We already raided the burger place the other day, maybe the beach this time?”

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Before Aeron met Violet, there hadn’t been a single person in this school that he felt like he could be himself with. Through his time here, the amount of building pressure he felt to find someone he could mesh with was intense -- and it hadn’t started to subside until he’d started to get to know Violet. But he was holding himself back from really pursuing anything further than something surface level. Aeron didn’t want to overwhelm her, and he didn’t want to ruin the one good thing that he might’ve found in these four walls. If anything was keeping him sane, it was Violet. 

     she folds the paper towel, continuing to put pressure on her wounded cheek. tired eyes stare at herself through the mirror. the girl glances at him and shakes her head,    “  i was just…    trying to help them.  “  robin sighs. it was true, though it always took a toll on her. robin looks back at him and tilts her head.   “ i’ve seen you around before. what’s your name? “

an engine older than she is idles beneath it’s hood. gravelly and gurgling yet you’d swear it was the most pleasant tune to ever grace aly’s eardrums judging by the look now coloring her mien. eyes full and bright , the corner’s of her mouth begin to coil upward , the apples of her cheeks round like two crescent moons. it’s aeron’s mention of his parent’s unknowingness that’s elicited such a reaction out of her. this was all a secret ; some sneaky , FORBIDDEN hobby and she’d eat it up with a spoon if she could. “ that’s a lot of effort to hide a bunch of fireworks. ” a guttural instinct tells her that there’s more to this as the soles of her converse scuff against the concrete , antsy and anxious to see just what he’s been hiding. “ oh. ” curious orbs fall onto the explosive , her gaze scanning the foreign object intently. “ i’ve never seen one in person .. holy shit. ” paw extending , she grasps the homemade dynamite , careful digits raking over it’s surface as if she’s searching for braille. “ how long have you had it ? ” it’s innocent curiosity , can you blame her ? “ i mean , why’d you make it in the first place ? ” afterall , this wasn’t your typical arts and crafts – this was a bomb. brow furrowing , she looks at aeron with confused disapproval , a silence dipping between the duo. …….. “ and why’d you not let me in on it ?  loser. ” hope she didn’t stop your heart there , aeron. rear finding the nearest surface to rest upon , her lower limbs dangle like a ragdoll , extremities swinging back and forth as she carelessly tosses the cylinder between her paws , unaware of the danger she was toying with. “ how does it even work ? you light a fuze or something ? ” in her defense , ’ pipe bomb ’ wasn’t on her google searchlist. sure she had the knowledge that it was used during a colorado masacre but a) she slightly remembers how little damage it had caused and b) surely aeron wouldn’t suggest something lethal for their lil’ homecoming mishap. right ?

     a shaky hand reaches out and she mutters a small  thanks.  fingers press the towel onto her cheek, wincing as the blood seeps through the material.    “  i was..  “  robin breathes out a tiny laugh because she knows how ridiculous it will sound but she couldn’t care to come up with an excuse.   “ i was trying to talk to a ghost..  but then i fell pretty hard. hence the blood. “

Scout rolled her eyes,watching the jocks tease the pour kid with no remorse,it made her fucking sick to her stomach,she had to chill out before she’d actually do something. Nobody else was going to step in,that much was obvious,she watched as the others stood their and either laughed along with the pea brain jocks or looked away,it was fifty fifty on either side. Either you laugh along with them,or you become the target easily. She stopped the growl from erupting in her throat and shrugged,eyeing the pavement beneath her converse,“It appears so. Is it normal for no one do to shit for them too around here?’‘She asks him in a low voice,a frown evident on her features.

’'Guess I’m a natural target then.’'She adds with sad smile,glad they were away from the jocks now,though she could still hear their laughter as they faded away from the scene. God she needed a smoke,but she didn’t know where to go to smoke,she figured she’d ask him later. A grin spreads now at the little jab at her,dimples poking out,she looks over at him,’'Ha,that’s a good one. And no,he would’ve shat himself if I did say it though. People there were very convinced I was the anti-christ or some shit.”

She shook her head,biting down on her lower lip,her lips dry. She’d forgotten her lip balm in a rush to head to this shithole,she’d suffer the consequences later,“Oh,it is heavy,but the bodies never bugged me,strangely enough. I mean,I work on dead animals for fun and make art out of them.”

She responds with a smile,lips dry and dead,the feeling made her wish she had her fucking lip balm,“Yeah,they uh,they let me help out. I wanna do what they do when I’m older. So they let me practice. It’s not so bad,you know? At least the dead can’t hurt you like the living can. In a way…it’s comforting for me.”

“Being the Antichrist would be pretty cool, no lie. You’d have like, all the power in the world -- feared by everyone. You could do whatever you wanted.” Power was something Aeron yearned for -- in every aspect of his life. Home, school, work ... he never felt respected or taken seriously by anyone, and nothing ever seemed to fill that void left inside, even though he didn’t know where it came from. Power seemed to be the only plausible medicine to every ache he had, or at least that’s what he liked to tell himself. It gave him something to work toward. 

“How do you find the animals...? Or do you kill them?” The question lingers as Aeron wanders around the school, trying to find the first class that was listed on both their schedules. Incidentally enough, they shared first period English. It was a bit of relief to know that he’d at least have someone to sit next to -- a familiar face. Plus, English class was his favorite subject, next to history. “Do you practice makeup or embalming? Either way, that’s pretty wild your parents let you help. Mine would never do anything like that.” 

If you looked up the definition of old fashioned, you’d find a picture of Aeron’s parents. Crisp at the edges, they had absolutely no tolerance for bullshit. So Scout interested him -- everything from her hobbies to her lifestyle, she seemed to have a sort of freedom given to her that he was never allowed. "I've never really dealt with death," Aeron admits, "Of any kind. It kind of feels like an enigma to me." 

     " i–it’s just a lil’ blood..        i’ll be fine. “