& she's the second best killer i ever have seen,

[VIENNA CHANNARY ROSE]

The room was dark. Blinds closed, no sound. The only thing illuminating the room was the red glow of the alarm clock. The bright crimson numbers read ten forty-seven. Vienna shifted beneath the covers, letting out a small inaudible sigh. The young brunette didn't want to leave the comfort and safety of her bed. One arm reached out from under the blankets and flicked on the bedside lamp. She scanned the room quickly. Door still locked, blinds undisturbed. Instant relief relaxed her muscles and posture. He hadn't found her. Or maybe, he wasn't looking for her - though that was a unlikely fantasy. After all, she did see everything. Vienna's mind drifted back to the day she left California. She walked in the door of her house, back from school, and glanced down. Her mother's body, limp on the floor. Her father sitting on the couch, gun in hand. "Vienna, get upstairs." He said calmly, with a small smile on his face as if he got a joy from seeing his daughter's panicked and frightened expression. As the teen dashed up the stairs, he reminded her of one more thing. "I think you know by now that we don't tell anyone, right hunny?" She slammed the door, and left that night.

The petite teen stumbled out of her bed quickly and straight into the bathroom. She didn't even bother to look at her reflection, it would be horrid. Her hands eventually found the knobs in the shower and adjusted the water to the perfect temperature. She turned on one heel to close and lock the bathroom door, then undressed and stepped into the shower. The hot water was soothing, but Vienna couldn't help but be her paranoid self. She feared her father was looking for her, and not to catch up over a cup of tea. He killed Vienna's mother, and he would kill her. That's why she hadn't said anything to police. If she kept quiet, he had no reason to look for her, right?

Her small figure stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a small towel. The cold air was uncomfortable after the hot water on her skin. She took two steps forward and turned to face the mirror. Vienna assessed her pathetic reflection. Dark circles under eyes from lack of sleep, healing scars and bruises on her arms, her thin face - it was sick to look at. Vienna was repulsed by her reflection. The weak and fragile face in the mirror mimicked her expression. She picked up a comb lying on the counter top and pulled it through her long auburn tresses quickly but thoroughly. He all-one-length naturally straight hair didn't require much maintenance, so she let it air dry. Vienna picked up the concealer and applied it to the dark circles under her eyes, as well as the scars and bruises on the other visible parts of her body. The reflection in the mirror was instantly less weak. Vienna bit her lip. How long could she pretend? How long could she lie? The school didn't know why she was here, just that she was here. Even people that knew the brunette in California had no idea what went on behind closed doors. When she stopped socializing with them, they assumed she was stuck-up. It was better that they assumed that instead of realizing what was actually happening. If they though she was stuck-up, that was okay as long as they didn't think she was weak. But I am weak. She thought before turning away from the mirror and walking out into the main room.

The room was brighter now. The blinds were open, so there was some sunlight filtering into the room. The brunette picked out an outfit and threw it on. She picked out an outfit and pulled it on. Vienna was ready, which means it was time to head out. Was it sad that the worst part of her day was leaving her dorm? Unlocking the door made her an open target. Pathetic and paranoid much? Yes, and she knows that. It would be much easier if she had a dog or something, maybe a friend - someone to witness. She would have 10 guard dogs right now if they were allowed on school property. She could get an apartment, but that would be even less secure than the school dorms. At least here they had security cameras and all that shit in case one of the crazies do something. Vienna grabbed her bag off the table, checking the pepper spray was inside before leaving the dorm.

She walked quickly, trying not to be noticed. Her posture screamed vulnerable - she was looking down, shrunken into herself. Soon enough, she was at Starbucks. The coffee house was comforting. Warm, cozy, the strong scent of hot beverages and most importantly: witnesses and security cameras. Vienna walked up the counter. "A mocha frappachino, please." She flashed a small smile and glanced away. As the cashier prepared the drink, Vienna searched the room - dark brown eyes scanning every inch of what she could see from the counter. The ordered beverage was in front of her quickly. She payed and moved the the most removed two-person table in the room. Vienna sat with her back to the wall in the corner, making sure she could see everything around her. Everything was fine. A small sigh escaped her lips before she brought the drink to her mouth and sipped on the straw, pulling the hot liquid into her mouth.

word count - - 1035
outfit - - CLICK
tagged - - delilah brown. (:
notes - - sorry for this rambling fail. this is my first post in a couple of months. xD
credit - - template, graphic and text @ MOONSTRUCK (me)

[DELILAH MARY BROWN]

DELILAH BROWN, QUEEN OF THE WORLD (IF ONLY IN HER HEAD), WAS CRAVING COFFEE. of course this was not unusual. most nights in this place she only got three hours of sleep. of course there were several reasoning’s for this. one being that her room was always cold, so no matter how many pairs of socks she wore, or even if she slept beneath her prized snuggie, she pretty much froze her little ass off. which was one of the numerous reasons she’d been staying at her boyfriend’s room as of late…even if she had to sneak over, and pretty much beg the guy out in front of the dorm’s to let her in. but of course on this particular morning she was waking up alone, her toes chilly due to the fact that she’d forgotten to put on socks, feeling like she could use several hours more of sleep. of course there was another reason she could never get sleep these days. the people in rooms on either side of her were loud as fuck. one of them just listened to music all night, which would be bearable if not for the fact that it was country music. and on the other side was someone who, she was assuming, had many nightmares. at least she was hoping that was the reasons for the screaming, though you could never really tell in this place. not that she really had any room to talk, because when she had her boyfriend over they made quite a bit of…noise as well. but of course one of delilah’s favorite hobbies, along with ordering freshman around, and sketching clothing designs on the back of napkins, was complaining. about anything and everything, to anyone who would take a moment to listen to her.

IT WAS ON THIS NOTE THAT SHE ROSE FROM HER BED. she’d obviously not dressed sensibly the night before, and instead of wearing her usual pajamas that she wore when she didn’t have a boyfriend to cuddle, she was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. and woke up even colder than usual. of course she was well aware that outside, or even in any room that wasn’t hers, it would probably be a lot warmer. walking over to her closet she stole a glance into the mirror, admiring her bed head and making a face as she quickly tried to flatten it using just a brush, before throwing it in a pony tail. one that probably would have been messy if not for the fact that she was delilah, and anything messy, even just her hair on a coffee run, would drive her insane. it was obvious by the looks of her room. while she’d yet to make her bed it was barely out of place…because she had some weird thing about beds, where they had to look perfect at all times. and because of this when she slept she was careful not to move around too much and mess up her sheets…at least when she was alone in her bed, of course. ha.

AND WHILE PICKING OUT AN OUTFIT WOULD HAVE BEEN A QUICK TASK FOR ANYONE ELSE, FOR DELILAH IT WAS NOT. instead she took quite literally twenty minutes ruffling through her closet, which was of course completely organized. they weren’t alphabetized by design or anything, like her boyfriend often times teased her about…rather it was just organized by categories, and how much she wore it and such. it was hard to do in such a small closet, but she could honestly work wonders. and about forty minutes later she was ready. of course as usual she wasn’t completely happy with her look…she knew she was an attractive person, but she also knew there was room for improvement. because in delilah’s head there was room for improvement in everybody and everything. except dallas of course, but she was probably a bit biased. slipping on some shoes, pre determined shoes of course, she picked up her cell phone and checked to see if she had any texts before sliding it into her purse quickly, walking out of her room and locking the door. for the simple fact that she knew there was some weird klepto woman down the halls from her and she was simply not going to take any chances with her valuables she’d collected over the last seventeen or so years.

AND ONE OF THOSE VALUABLES WAS HER BABY. her car. the thing about delilah was that she knew absolutely nothing about cars, but she treasured hers. because like everything else she owned, she’d paid for it herself. she’d saved up for it for two years, and had gotten it by the time she was sixteen…and it was still in perfect condition, of course, despite the fact that a few of her friends liked to test her waters and throw trash on the floors and such. those friends were always quick to learn that that wasn’t exactly a good idea. but nonetheless with the help of her “baby”, which was in reality just a old red convertible with a few scratches and dents, that she’d picked up off the side of the road and bought for a couple thousand dollars and put a lot of work into, she arrived at star bucks. coffee was something that delilah needed every morning to even be able to think…and due to the fact that she’d yet to invest in a coffee maker, and no one could do it like the baristas at star bucks, this was the place she most often went. even if she usually ended up going alone because her boyfriend “fucking hated coffee” and she was usually too irritable to see any of her other friends before her morning coffee. except a select few. even danny had to watch out before she got some caffeine in her system.

WALKING INTO THE COFFEE HOUSE SHE IGNORED EVERYONE. she didn’t pay any mind to the little old man who’d held the door open for her, or smile back at the middle aged woman dragging her toddler around…she did take a moment to smile at the child, but that was just her maternal instincts kicking up. the ones everyone doubted she had. they obviously didn’t realize that she probably had the biggest maternal instinct around. even when she was grumpy she could take a moment to smile at a kid, even if she ignored the mother. and with that she quickly walked over to the counter, her shoes clicking on the ground as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill. “Caramel macchiato.” she said bluntly, passing the guy her money. no pleases, no thank you’s, everyone should have known better than to expect such a thing from her. even if it might not have been a smart move because it was pretty easy to spit into the drink of a rude person…although she highly doubted anyone would actually dare to that to her. when her drink arrived in front of her moments later she tossed the barista a mocking smile and walked away, quickly taking a sip of her coffee. there, much better already. scanning the coffee shop for a good seat her eyes were quick to lock on the back of a head that looked slightly familiar. she didn’t even need to second guess to know that it was vienna rose. delilah had talked to vienna only a few times before, but actually liked her well enough. which was surprising, and out of the ordinary. but she wasn’t annoying like some people, she didn’t get in her way, she kind of reminded her of a scared little kid in some ways. which was of course why she made her way over to the table, sitting down without an invitation, despite her slightly irritable mood. “hey there.” she replied distantly, taking a drink of her drink before placing it on the table and raising her eyebrows at the girl. “mind if I join you?” with anyone else she wouldn’t have bothered to ask…she probably wouldn’t have even joined them. so it was only proof that she actually liked the girl even more.

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CREDITS ,,,[/color] NOT IN ON THE JOKE @ caution 2.0 ,, aka me <3
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[VIENNA CHANNARY ROSE]

Vienna hadn't been in Oregon long, so she didn't know many people. Well, even if she had been here for a longer time, she still wouldn't know many people. Vienna isn't the kind of girl who makes friends easily. She isn't spontaneous or outgoing. When new people approach her, she normally pretends to take a phone call and never comes back. New people scared her, frightened her half-to-death – because, at some point, her father had just been a new friend to her mother. The slender brunette combed her fingers through her hair out of habit, breaking her train of thought for a moment. And now she is dead. Her mother trusted her father, opened her heart to him, loved him completely… and now she is dead. Sometime during the long trip from California to Oregon, Vienna promised herself that she wouldn’t let anyone in, wouldn’t trust as easily and wouldn’t open her heart. It was a promise she made, and she would stick to it. There was no way she was going to end up like her mother, even if that meant having no social life and being alone almost all of the time. The teen grasped the cup and sipped at her drink, still hot, then placed it back down on the table. Nobody sat across from her; she was alone, in the corner of a Starbucks. Vienna buried her face in her hands. She could just imagine how other people saw her. People in California thought she was stuck-up, but Vienna knew that the students her didn’t think she was over-confident – they probably just saw her as a weak loner. No friends. No life. Worthless.

Her eyes drifted around the room - scanning the people that came in, finding patterns in the ceiling. Her fingers played with the straw, fidgeting mindlessly. There was the occasional person who walked in and looked over at the teen sitting in the corner. The second that somebody even glanced over, Vienna’s heart began to race in her chest, her breathing became shallow and she tried to remember everything from the self-defence classes she took. And every time she did that, she knew it was an irrational response. But how could she not react that way, considering her past? Her father just looked at her one day, eyes filled with hatred, and beat her, sometimes unconscious. How could you not be fearful of people when your own father would raise his hand to you? Vienna closed her eyes, cutting herself off from the world around her. She was self-loathing again. All the brunette ever thought about was her past that made her who she was now, and how much she hated who she had become. She wanted to be normal, social, outgoing so badly. So badly. But, she couldn’t just change over night, she couldn’t just let go of her past. You haven’t even tried.Her inner voice sneered in disappointment. That much was true. She complained and complained internally, hating who she was – but she never tried to change herself. Again, pathetic.

Vienna saw Delilah walk in, and she was a little bit more at ease. The one friend Vienna had made – Delilah Brown. Delilah was the complete opposite of Vienna. Blunt, loud, outgoing and sometimes seen as a bitch. In another way, the two were similar. Both were misunderstood, like many of the students. Vienna knew Delilah wasn’t intentionally mean. She was the nicest person Vienna had met, well maybe she was just nice to Vienna. Delilah walked over and sat down while exchanging a small greeting. Vienna still didn’t know Delilah that well, so she didn’t trust her just yet. Vienna knew that Delilah was someone she could feel safe around, someone she should be able to trust – but part of her instincts still kicked in with any contact with people. “Hey.” Vienna said quietly, nervously. She glanced down and ran her fingers through her hair, then glanced back up at Delilah through her lashes and flashed a small smile. “I don’t mind.” Vienna stated, “It’s nice to have some company.” She sipped at her drink again, it was cooling down now. “So, how are you today?” Vienna asked, trying to keep conversation. She knew that the answer to this question may be interesting, it was Delilah after all. There seemed to always be something bothering her. Vienna was more than happy to listen – it kept her from self-loathing.

word count - - 738, no coding.
outfit - - CLICK
tagged - - delilah brown. (:
notes - - muse fail.
credit - - template, graphic and text @ MOONSTRUCK (me)