Celebrate Achievement || Emaleah Rayne

[MELISSA FRANCIS CLARK]

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[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Melissa was an active girl, always wandering around the asylum or talking to people. She could usually be found lurking in the dorms with people she wasn't supposed to be sitting with, or scurrying the halls with a friend, giggling girlishly about one of the new inmates. What I'm trying to say is she was able to entertain herself. But sometimes she could get something new to do, and that often meant being able to head outside and experience the world. Well, the limited and restricted little world that she had been locked away in for so very long and with so many other people. Crossing her arms loosely over her chest as she walked, the trails surrounding the asylum were cold. Her jacket didn't do much for warmth over her typical inmate outfit, but she supposed she didn't have anything else that she could do about it. Besides, she was just focusing on enjoying the time she had before she was confined to her little room. Footsteps sounded casually as Melissa wandered along, enjoying what time she had. Eventually she came upon the fence that held everyone in, and stopped anyone from making an escape. She watched it for a long few moments, before moving back and leaning against a nearby tree. She had to wonder if the fence would kill her, should she decide to jump over it. But what reasons did she have to do that? Her dad was most likely getting over her 'death', so what was the point in emerging and ruining all of that for him? Her mum didn't want to know, and she was fairly certain she didn't have any siblings. She would be fine here, she supposed. Melissa kept her arms crossed as she contemplated whether or not she'd ever see the real world again. Her fingers felt smooth against her flesh, but it wasn't long before she was distracted from this fact by the sounds of someone approaching, or the noises of walking nearby. She moved a little, trying to spot the source of the noise.[/style]

[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Bare feet moved gently across the layer of multi-colored leaves that lay on the ground. Leah had to admit that the outside of the asylum was beautiful. She had asked one of the nurses to let her go outside and had been surprised when the nurse smiled at her, told her to stay away from the fence before opening the door for her. Emelia had decided to go to her room for a while. Ema was a little worried about her. Still, she had to remember that her little sister wasn't so little anymore. She was almost a woman. It filled her with rage to think that she would become a woman in this prison. The real reason she had wanted to come outside was to see if she could catch a glimpse of this fabled electric fence. Ema deserved to be in asylum. She hadn't killed her mother; she knew that, but she hadn't done anything to save her either. That was just bad. Now she had gone and gotten her little sister stuck in this hell hole. Seeing Emie cry a week earlier, when they had first been committed, had torn her apart. It was then she decided that she had to figure out some way for Emelia to get out of Candel Heart. It had be fool-proof and as safe as possible though. Leah died a little inside at the very thought of Emie getting caught trying to escape this place. She might even have to try to escape with her. Of course, this would be far more risky. The nineteen-year-old young woman shook her pretty little head softly. Before she drove herself mad with planning she had to see if it would even be possible to escape this place. Maybe it would be best if she just took her own advice; made the most of the situation. After all, wasn't it enough that she and Emie were still together? Leah felt, though, that her sister deserved more. Besides one wrong move, one misspoken word, and who knew what could happen. She had heard patients rambling on about everything from shock therapy to lobotomies. What kind of place was her father funding? Not that it surprised her really, that he would support such a place. That was just how her ruthless, cold-hearted father was. That was when she saw the fence. It was huge, probably seven feet tall, made of black chain-link. There was an ominous looking sign at about eye level declaring that the fence was electrified and that it was a hazard to staying alive. She turned to the right and began following the fence, taking it in, looking for any type of weakness. She became so focused on it that she didn't notice anything around her.

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[MELISSA FRANCIS CLARK]

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[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Though Melissa Clark wasn't incredibly observant, it wasn't hard for her to miss the blonde girl walking along the fence towards her. It wasn't hard, either, to know who this girl was. The daughter of a very rich man, a man that knew how to get things dones. Melissa recalled her father talking about how much he respected that man for what he was doing to improve the lives of the crazy people. He had been saying that before she was admitted, of course. If only he knew what was really going on in the asylum. Of course she didn't think it was her place to tell him. He thought she was dead. ... Anyway. The girl walking towards Melissa had her attention. She was watching the fence, and every now and then Melissa had to wonder if she was going to reach out and touch it. The blue eyed girl watched in silence for a long few moments, hoping that this person wasn't going to do anything stupid. Because she had a reputation to go with her name Melissa knew of her personality, just some of it, at least. She didn't think that Ema was going to be the sort of girl to go running head first into a fence. She seemed much too... Well, she just didn't seem like the type. When Ema, pretty and bright eyed walked close enough to her, Melissa took a step forward. It wasn't sudden, and she did make sure to avoid the cliché stepping on a twig to announce one's presence. Instead, she slowly moved to stand by the fence, just enough so that she was in the way of Ema. She would have to look up and spot Melissa in order for her to move on, so it seemed like a good enough reason to do what she was doing. She turned to face her fellow inmate and smiled a friendly enough smile. "Hey." Her voice came out in a cautious drawl. She had never spoken with Ema before, but she was one of those girls you didn't seem to want to tangle with. But Melissa had said something now, and didn't want to paint herself in a weak image. There was no running away now. "How's... Life?" Melissa asked, and as soon as the question was out of her mouth she felt like she was an idiot. What a stupid thing to ask to someone in a place like this. "Er.. Well, considering the circumstances at least." Melissa never had been very good at meeting new people.[/style]

[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Leave it to her father to fund a crazy farm with a perfect fence. There was no way she was going to try to send her little sister over this thing. Emie would never survive. The fear alone would kill the sixteen-year-old. Leah adored her little sister, more than anything in the world. However, her sister was not the strongest hammer in the tool shed, either emotionally or physically. Over the years Leah had evolved into a creature that was strong enough for both of them. That was one thing her strange and dramatic life had taught her; even humans evolved into what was necessary for survival. The horrible thing about this was that you never knew the nature of that evolution, what you would be afterward; good or evil. Leah figured she had more darkness harnessed inside her than either she or Emelia realized. Anyway, the point of the matter was that there was no way they were getting out of there. At least, not over or under, the wall. It was at about this moment that Leah caught some movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head, causing her blonde hair, which shone in the sunlight, to fly gracefully about. She stopped about ten feet away from the girl who had been the source of the movement. Instantly Leah's demeanor changed. She became far more closed, less approachable, more suspicious. Emaleah knew that anyone who knew her father or her background would think she was being a snob, wondering why this girl, who was beneath her, was speaking to her. This, of course, wasn't the case. She didn't think she was better than anyone. She just didn't trust anyone. This stranger included. Like being a tiger in a zoo. Who did you have to screw to get out here? Okay, so maybe that was a little...mean? It was just a defense mechanism though. A lot of people saw her and they saw the daughter of the mayor, who, in the eyes of the public, was the kindest, most perfectly loving man ever seen in politics. They saw the 'trouble' child of the mayor, who had made him cry in a public statement a week earlier. He had told his people that his eldest daughter was ill and his youngest had died in an accident. What conclusion would you come to? Emaleah had killed her little sister. Poor Mayor, the public cried. Still, she was pretty and when she was younger the public had seen her as polite, sweet. She knew many still saw her that way, only more dangerous and prone to mood swings. This wasn't who she was. She was intelligent. Insane? Yes. However, she was still very much intelligent and very much willing to protect her little sister and herself. She figured if someone realized that she wasn't all fluff and cotton than they'd back off. She figured anyone in the Asylum would realize she hadn't murdered her sister, who was alive and well within the Asylum. They probably came to a conclusion that that meant she was harmless. Well, she wasn't and her defense mechanism was to prove that.

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[MELISSA FRANCIS CLARK]

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[atrb=valign, top, true][atrb=cellpadding, 5, true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=width, 400, true][atrb=border, 0, true] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -5px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px;][/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px][/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px][/style]

[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Melissa's lips threatened to turn up at the corners when she got an answer. She had never meant to startle Ema, but considering that had been out of her control, she wasn't going to say anything about it. She had tried to avoid making her jump, but it had still happened. Surely it was out of her power by that point. Regardless, this star of the asylum was talking, and Melissa hardened herself to the remarks she had learned to expect from nearly everyone in the asylum. "A tiger? Fancy yourself as a bit of a predator, then?" Asked the woman, loosely looping her arms across her chest. Her words didn't sound malicious or spiteful, just smooth and testing. She wasn't a button pusher, but she liked to see the extents of a person. It was interesting to see their reactions, and even more interesting from a crazy person. A smooth lick of her lips prepared her to keep talking, and after a moment or two she was saying something that perhaps did have some spite to it. "I suppose it'd be innapropriate to say your dad so.. I got out here like any good patient does." A warm and friendly smile smeared across Melissa's face. She had some bite, but she wasn't much of a threat. "I think I know your sister," said Melissa, her voice calm. She changed the subject smoothly. She knew what she was doing, she had been here for years. It wasn't hard for people's weaknesses to be exposed, and Emaleah's seemed to be her younger sister. The smile on Melissa's face remained in tact, breaking the calm doll expression she managed to maintain even in a place like this.[/style]

[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Leah's attention had slowly turned back to the fence she had been thinking so hard about lately. However, when the woman spoke it caused the mayor's daughter to turn her attention back to her. Did she actually think of herself as a predator? Was there actually some subconscious reason she had chosen a tiger in her sarcastic remark? She supposed it was possible. She had never consciously thought of herself as a predator before. Maybe a dog; loyal and protective. Not a real predator though. Her mother had always liked big cats though. She said they were majestic and elegant. Emaleah had always wondered what her mother could have been if she hadn't chosen to throw her life away by marrying George. I fancy myself...angry. Leah replied, somewhat distractedly. For a moment Emaleah glared at the blonde in front of her. How dare she talk about things she had no idea about. Having had to screw her father on one occasion Ema took offense to the girl's statement. Still, for some reason the irony of it had a strange affect on her. It made her want to laugh. After a minute of starring at the girl like she was getting ready to murder her on the spot Leah burst into a fit of giggles. She placed her hands on her hips, looking down at her feet as she giggled. Her blonde hair fell in her face, creating a barrier between her and the real world. It's more appropriate than you realize. Leah replied, still giggling some. At the girl's statement about knowing Emelia, Emaleah's giggled stopped instantly. She suddenly went on high alert. She could feel Rage rattling in her cage in the corner of Ema's mind. It was like having a very unhappy Pit bull trapped in your mind. It made her head hurt and she reached up to touch her temple, still looking at the girl. Who are you? Maybe she's mentioned you.

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[MELISSA FRANCIS CLARK]

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[atrb=valign, top, true][atrb=cellpadding, 5, true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing, 0, true][atrb=width, 400, true][atrb=border, 0, true] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -5px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px;][/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px][/style] [style=border: 7px solid #191919; width: 80px; height: 80px; margin-top: -7px; -moz-border-radius: 5px 5px 5px 5px][/style]

[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Melissa's lips continued to threaten to turn up into a coiled smirk as Ema answered her once more. Her arms remained looped across her chest, and she thought that fancying yourself as angry was actually quite comical. But she wouldn't voice that opinion. She needed more friends than she did enemies, especially in a place like this. Instead she just shook her head, smoothly dismissing the subject. Melissa's expression didn't change as Emaleah laughed. She watched in quiet and calculating silence. She had grown accustomed to people bursting into laughter before her, and it no longer phased her. Instead she put her hands behind her head and looked up at the fence. Leaning back against the tree she had been resting on moments ago, she watched for the next words to leave the woman's mouth. When she was greeted with a bland remark, Melissa's shoulders rolled in a smooth shrug. She was very sure of her movements, knowing when to and when not to move. "What ever you say," She said, lifting a hand to peel away skin from her lower lip. This slight movement halted when the change in Ema was made obvious. It wasn't an abrupt halt, but it was there. She lowered her hand and looked over to the girl, smiling brightly. "Who? Me?" Smiled Melissa. "I'm the girl that looks after you're sister if you're spending time with your.. Doctor. I'm Melissa. Melissa Clark." She explained, her voice coming out in a subtly careful tone.[/style]

[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Leah was really starting not to like this girl one bit. Emie never mentioned this girl to her. She would have, right? What reason did her little sister have to keep things from her? None. Right? Of course. Besides Emie knew that Leah lived to protect her. She knew that Leah couldn't do that if she talked to strangers. She had explained to her that these people, they were sick. Her little sister was far too trusting and it would be easy for these people to take advantage of her. She couldn't have that. No, she couldn't have anything bad happen to little Emelia. She was all Leah had left. A vicious look came into her eyes, which narrowed as she took in this girl before her. Yeah, she certainly didn't like this girl. She was overly confident, even arrogant, and she seemed to think that she had Emaleah by the metaphorical balls because she knew her little sister. Well, everyone in the asylum knew that Emelia was Ema's little sister. Hun, I should warn you that I tend to be rather protective of my little sister. Leah's voice was not threatening or rude. It was as if she were stating the length of the Nile or the President of the United States. Just a regular, everyday fact. She shrugged her shoulders, as she scanned the girl in front of her. She didn't look like much of a threat but then in a place like Candel Heart you didn't have to worry about someone being a physical threat. Usually. What you really had to worry about was the brain in their head. This girl before her was starting to look less and less insane.

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[MELISSA FRANCIS CLARK]

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[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]Melissa's attention had drifted away from the conversation. It had drifted quite far in fact. Pale haired head looking up towards the sky, admiring the clouds that smeared the sky in painterly swathes. Had she been able to fly she would have been embracing the sky right there and then. With her chin pointed up to the sky, Melissa barely registered that she was being talked to again until her mind, a warm sponge, took in the words of the other blonde in the area. Her head rolled, as if it was no longer connected to her body, and had just fallen limp, but it stopped sharply when her eyes, cold blue orbs, met Emaleah once more. "In comparison to the other people in the asylum, I'm a considerably nicer one. You should be thankful, I've steered her away from creepy offices, and places she could get herself hurt. I wouldn't push her in front of a bus, I assure you." Though Melissa's last statement had been metaphorical, there was a weirdly realistic ring to it. As if anything figurative in her voice might have been a real term that could have been used by anyone to state a fact. There was also a crispness to her voice, as if every word was a leaf being stepped on. It felt now as if there was a weight in the air, an elephant in the room. Melissa let one hand rest against the tree beside her, and her fingertips slowly and carefully ran across the bark. Ridges and dips had her fingers unbalanced, but that didn't stop her. The sensation beneath her flesh was strange, but it was real and she kept her fingers against it to remind herself that life was still life. No matter where she was or what it was she was handling she was going to be alive. Even if she was pronounced dead. Melissa was quiet then, letting the girl in front of her take in what it was she had said. She felt like she should have been saying something else. Her tongue ran across her lips in a smooth movement, but she decided to remain quiet.[/style]

[EMALEAH VICTORIA RAYNE]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Leah looked at the girl, blinking silently. Why did that metaphor sound so...realistic to her? It bothered her. Made her not want to trust this girl. Especially around Emelia. Of course, she didn't trust anyone around Emie. In fact, most of the time she didn't even trust herself. She smoked, she drank when given the opportunity. She wasn't afraid to put out a little when she was in the right mood. Or higher than a kite. Whichever was the case at the time. In other words, she didn't seem to be the best role model for her overly innocent little sister. However, when she was around Emie her need to be a protective big sister that she could be proud of took over. Emie didn't know the true side of her big sister. For the most part. For example, at that exact moment Leah's brain was craving nicotine, making her more cranky than normal. If her little sister had been around she would have given some excuse for being cranky, if it had shown at all. However, her sister was not about. She shook her head softly, her blonde hair shivering. This really wasn't the time to be contemplating the morality of her somewhat double life. She looked at the girl before her but, in all honesty, she didn't really know what to say to her. She wanted to tell her to stay away from her sister and walk away. Go find her sister. Ask her if she knew this girl. What did she say her name was? Meredith? Not that wasn't it. It had definitely started with an 'M' though. Oh, drat. She really was so easily distracted. So forgetful. It would come to her. Eventually. Look, I'm sure you're a nice gal...or whatever. Her tone made it obvious that she was sure of no such thing. Still she smiled as she spoke. But I'd really appreciate it if you would just leave my sister and I alone. As she spoke her smile quickly faded. She turned her head back toward the fence. It was obvious she no longer had any interest in the other blonde. Melissa! That was her name. She whispered it gently as it came to her, but her focus remained on the fence.

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[MELISSA FRANCIS CLARK]

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[Kayz]

[atrb=style, width: 400px; height:417px; background-image:URL(http://i47.tinypic.com/34et6i8.jpg);][atrb=border,0,true] [scrolly:h(200),w(300),sy]Leah simply sighed as the girl spoke. Of course. It couldn't be that easy. Emaleah wasn't exactly the most social girl in the world. Sure she liked to have friends as much as the next person and she liked to talk to people. She just felt like it was too much of a hassle, given where she was. Now she realized that not everyone there was actually insane. Look at her sister. Emie was quite sane. Yet she was in an asylum. This Melissa could have been just such a case. It wasn't so much other people that made Leah anti-social, though she did have her trust issues. Her problem was really that she didn't trust herself. If that made sense than she would probably think she was sane. It didn't. So, she was reassured that she was, in fact, crazy. The real question is why wouldn't you leave us alone? Being in an asylum we could be rather crazy. Leah replied, laughing softly to herself. She still didn't look back at the other blonde. At least, she didn't yet turn to look at Melissa. She took a few more seconds to stare at the fence and process Melissa's last few questions. Slowly, she realized what the girl had said, the irony of it. Then she turned, patiently, toward the young woman. I'm in an asylum, speaking to a young woman I don't know. Unsettling is one word for it. She laughed softly once more, her hands traveling to her hips and sitting there lightly. Melissa, huh? Well, I suppose it's nice to meet you. I'm Emaleah, but I'm sure Emelia told you that already. ~~ note: i'm sorry this post is sooo sucky. =[

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[MELISSA FRANCIS CLARK]

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[atrb=style, text-align: justify; background: #191919; color: #787883; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 20px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;][style=height: 302px; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;]The twenty one year old smiled a tight smile. "Safety in numbers. I can look after myself, but who's to stop a nasty doctor grabbing her when you're not looking? I could stop that. I have a good eye on me, and I've been around long enough to know who.. Has good intentions." Said Melissa. She felt like she was trying to back up a point, or make someone believe in a pitch she was trying to sell. But she was good at that, it wan't hard for people to see her point once she explained it at least once or twice. Or perhaps she was just very charismatic. Who knew. Melissa wasn't too concerned that she wasn't being looked at. That was probably easier for her. She didn't like seeing people's eyes if she was trying to convince them. If she saw even the slightest look of distrust, she would panic and oversell. She was keeping her eyes away, too. Focusing on the ground, or the sky. Or different parts of the girl she was talking to in such a cold tone. Hands, legs. Whatever. Melissa's shoulders bounced. "It's understandable, but you're not making sense. You're protective of your sister in a place like this, but you're not willing to let someone help when you aren't around." Mel breathed a laugh. Stubborn was not an attractive trait, and she was glad she was flexible when it came to these things. She didn't care for being called unsettling, not really. It was not an uncommon descriptor for the blonde girl. Running her fingers through quivering blonde hair, Melissa breathed in deeply. She let her eyes move to Ema again. An introduction. Unnecessary, but she supposed it was understandable. "Your dad is the mayor, my dad is a police officer. He made sure to check up on everyone before I came here. I know a lot about people. Nice to meet you, Emaleah." Melissa smiled a tight smile, her eyes training loosely on the girl in front of her. "Why are you staring so hard at the fence?" A swift change in conversation seemed to be called for.[/style]