POISON ME BABY // wynter

[ALICE MARIE CUTTER]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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Alice was bored to say the least. The day had been much too uneventful for her taste. The young girl had began noticing small little things, things like un-healing bruises and strange spots on her pale white skin. Those things that had led her to believe she may or may not be relapsing. Her soft blue eyes where completely filled with mischief, her bony hands holding the bottle of alcohol she'd kept so well concealed for so long.

She took a long swig from the bottle, "HOW DO YOU FUCKING LIKE ME NOW!" she spat, dropping the bottle to the floor. She giggled drunkenly as the bottle broke into a million and two little shards. The idea of broken glass seemed oddly funny as she was completely drunk. Her eyes scanned the crowded hallways, a few others laughed and snorted while the antisocial brats squirmed and ran for classes. Her soft giggle floated through the shouts of the guards, and her boots clunked against the floor as she turn and ran the other way.

Now, Aly never claimed to be an athlete, nor an explorer, so when she came into a wall she didn't exactly seem suprised. She continued to giggle, sliding down onto the ground. One rather large boy approached her, his broad shoulders slouched over in an angry expression. When he got close enough she spit. Luckily, it landed on his boots. She very much wanted to know whether or not the cancer was back, and the best way to do that without a doctor was to see if she bruised. Without it, she very rarely got so much as a scrape, with it...she bruised if you touched her too hard.

The guard was one she was certain she’d seen before, Wynter. She giggled and hicupped, her hands fumbling to pull herself up. “Why hi there, ugly” she snapped, shuffling to her feet. “You here to arrest me?” She couldn’t help the aimless giggles that kept escaping her thin lips. She shuffled her tiny feet slightly and kicked the guard gently in the shin, “What ar eyou, a Robot?” the rambling continued like this for a while, her eyes staring curiously up into those of the guard. What awaited her, she wasn’t sure. Punishments where always the fun part.

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mwah? | notes |
HERE | outfit |
murder city - green day | lyrics |
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[WYNTER MAXIMUS SHADDIX]

The day was shockingly normal. No outbreaks of fights no upsurges and no schizo's trying to run frantically away from their meds or the offices of the various doctors. He'd roamed all day, itching, silently begging for something to do. But, nothing. Until he heard a shout, followed by more shouts and the sudden rush of the innocent fakers and the kids who hated conflict. They were the ones he never had trouble with, dammit. He recognized the voice, for sure. Cutter. Alice Cutter. That woman caused more trouble than most, and she kicked like a mule. He smiled a little and waved off the other guards. Lucky for him she wasn't the smartest cookie when she was wasted. And judging by how much liquid was in the broken bottle, she was faded.

He cornered her, or rather she cornered herself, down the hall and in a dead end of empty classrooms. He rolled his eyes as she poked fun, he was used to her games by now. His hand didn't flinch away as she kicked out at him, but it didn't really hurt. She usually hit a lot harder. He expected her to bite, scratch, kick, scream, and flail violently, like usual. It was fun.
"Yeah if I'm a cop you're a fairy princess." He commented, grabbing her roughly by the arm. If he was lucky he'd have to get her in a straight jacket, forcing her into one of those was always fun.

"Come on, get up you little psycho." He growled softly as he dragged her the rest of the way up. He didn't have to worry about being tough with her, she often fought harder than he expected and it took more effort to restrain her than one would think. He wasn't kidding when he called her crazy.
"Are we going to have to search you again? You know you're not allowed to have alcohol, Cutter." He gripped her firmly by the upper arm and started to lead her toward her room, ready to lock her in for her bad behavior.

[ALICE MARIE CUTTER]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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Alice sort of smirked and winked at him. “Search me if you Want, Shaddix.” She purred, sure she was drunk, but she was really only sort of wasted. She needed to know, she needed to watch him tighten his grip on her arms and form a bruise to know for certain. What if her worst fears prove true? Then what? She swallowed hard and continued to put on her brave face. “I mean, C’mon, aren’t you bored of just looking?” she was tempted to snicker, or maybe even scream at the top of her lungs. Instead, she just spit at his face. “Dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me” she sung innocently, tugging her arm from his. She writhed and turned and tugged as hard as she could, begging silently that her hypothesis was wrong. She’d find out when he drug her back to her room.

She winced lightly at the grip he held on her, her sharp nails digging into his skin. She sort of shoved her boot into his shin and pressed her hips up against his provocatively. “Comeeeee on Wynter” she hissed, calling him by his name. She knew most of the guards by their first name, considering she was around them more so then most. She winked again, her eyes shining with mischief. They’d both pretty much decided they liked to play, it was never any secret that Wynter and Alice where the same. Aly enjoyed causing large commotions, and he enjoyed cornering her and fighting until she was bound and gagged. One in the same, right?

She freed one of her hands and brushed her hair from her eyes, “So, you gonna give?” she asked teasingly, shoving her tiny hand into his pants, jeeze that boy should invest in a few hundred belts. She winced lightly as she spotted a slight bruise forming on her wrist. Fuck. So that was her answer. She sort of gave up fighting, removing her hand and staring at him with an empty look. “You going to take me to my room then?” she asked quietly, chewing on her lip.

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take it off? | music |
wynter? | tagged |
mwah? | notes |
HERE | outfit |
murder city - green day | lyrics |
holly @ caution 2.o | credit |

[WYNTER MAXIMUS SHADDIX]

Wyn had been right in assuming Alice's level of intoxication. She wasn't out of her mind, like most people thought. She was actually moderately sane, she just liked the attention and atmosphere, he reasoned. She was crazy, in that way. This place was her version of sunshine and rainbows. He shook his head a little at her as she started to struggle, feeling her pressing herself to him. Of course he liked it, he wasn't a unic. But he didn't expect her to grope him and find out or anything, that would be stupid on her part. He tightened his grip as she sang and struggled harder, obviously trying to get away.
"Knock it off, Cutter!" He growled, pushing her back but still keeping his hand on her arm.

He managed to get her down the hall, her tiny form struggling recklessly the whole way. He didn't expect her to shove her hand down his pants, and as a result, he jerked violently as he felt her fingers brush against him. He had a good reason to not want her near there, she was nuts and would do anything to get away. Including, he would bet, rip it off. He liked pain but not THAT much!
"I ain't giving you shit, you little bitch." He didn't notice at first when she looked at him, but it occurred to him a moment later that she'd stopped fighting him.

"What, disappointed?" He teased a little. He would be slightly confused if that were actually the case, he was rather proud of his size and had never disappointed. But who knew, with a nut like her. He wondered why she was suddenly so compliant though, she'd never just given up and let him drag her away.
"Since when are you so obedient?" He asked as he opened up the door to her room and pushed her in without much force. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, raising her arms and spreading her legs before giving her a quick pat down for more contraband.

[ALICE MARIE CUTTER]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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Her eyes are sort of watered as he shoved her back into the room, her tiny frail hands rubbing her wrists before he spread her. “No.” She muttered, he’d been fairly large in her hand from what she’d felt at least. She didn’t expect anything really. Though, judging by the way he’d reacted he thought she was a complete nut. That wasn’t the case, all she really was, was an alcoholic. But clearly he didn’t read the charts. She shrugged lightly at the next question, “Since I realized I had no reason to fight anymore” she grumbled.

And it was true. From what she’d gone through, why bother anymore? She’d fought all her life and it just kept beating her. Time and time again it came back, each time taking small parts of her. Alice Chewed on her lip, so tempted to break down crying. It was back, she had no doubt in her mind about that. She sort of had the undying need to spill to him, to explain herself. To explain why she’d caused such a riot. “Its back.” She grumbled, looking up at him with saddened blue eyes, “The damned cancer. Its back.” She felt a few tears slip from her eyes, her hand sort of catch his, “I have nothing else on me, stop searching.”

Aly was insane but she’d never lied . Not a day in her life, sure she hit swore and cursed. But lying was just too low on her list of morals to break. She sort of shoved him away and wrapped her arms around herself, almost wishing he’d wrap his obscenely comforting looking arms around her. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall, her eyes opening only when her bottom hit the ground. “It fucking came back. All these years and it just decides I need another dose of fuckign chemotherapy.” She mumbled, digging her nails into her skin some. “Ive done this all my fucking life alone, but I really didn’t want to have to do it alone here too. “

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take it off? | music |
wynter? | tagged |
mwah? | notes |
HERE | outfit |
murder city - green day | lyrics |
holly @ caution 2.o | credit |

[WYNTER MAXIMUS SHADDIX]

Wyn glanced up at the back of Alice's head from his place on the floor, his hands feeling up her ankles. He didn't have to check all of her, her clothing was rather the revealing kind, he's only have to search what was covered.
"You always have a reason to fight me," He reminded her quietly, standing slowly, his hands dragging across her pockets and butt to make sure. Well it wasn't the only reason, but he didn't typically feel up the psychos. She just struck him differently. Probably because of how much he had to be around her, he was always dragging her back to her room or throwing her in solitary. Most of the other guards hated their jobs and really didn't want the conflict, so they got sick of her trouble making fast. He didn't care.

Wyn knew Cutter was a cancer patient, but he'd been told she was in remission. At first when she stated 'it's back', he didn't understand. But then it was clear. His hands were about her chest level when she caught them, and he didn't stop her. He lifted a dark brow as she tried to push him away, but only succeeded in pushing herself backward into the wall. He didn't know what to say to her. Anything? What could someone say to that? He wasn't going to lie and say everything would be fine, he didn't know. He wasn't the type to give false hope, even if he wanted to.
"At least you're already in a hospital," That sounded harsh, even for him. He sighed a little and reached down, grabbing her hands and pulling her up by them.

"Cutter," He paused and chose, for once, to be somewhat helpful. Or try to be.
"Alice," He corrected, the word from his lips feeling a little weird. His comfort might not be the best for her though, death didn't scare him so he wasn't sure what to say.
"Crying about it isn't going to fix it. We're all going to die." He shrugged a little and glanced at the closed door, the tiny window barely offering any view to anyone locked in here. He could swear these conditions were part of the problem with the patients here, they threw claustrophobics in solitary on a regular basis for freaking out, he was sure it didn't help.

"You're surrounded by doctors and other people, Alice. You're not as alone as you think you are." He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so nice to a person, other than his closest friends anyway. He put a hand under her chin and lifted her head in an attempt to make her smile. As if it would help, he gave her one as well. A rarity in itself, his own smile.

[ALICE MARIE CUTTER]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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She definitely noticed his eager hands stay a few minutes longer on her ass, but she never minded. Not with him anyway. The other guards maybe, but she didn’t care where Wynter touched her...she was happy with any of the slightest touches. “Maybe because I like keeping you busy” she grumbled, her blue eyes trained on the carpet before her. She let her arms sort of fall to her side, on hand moving back up to comb through her wild, filthy hair. Most of the guards hated her constant outbreaks, Wynter adored it. She just knew that, she knew by the look of adrenalin in his eyes that he enjoyed chasing her almost as much as she liked running.

She sort of shot him a look at that statement, this was not the kind of hospital she normally visited. “Like I’ve ever willingly stayed in a stupid hospital. Doctors don’t know shit.” She sneared, her eyes sort of narrowing. There it was, that familiar spark of annoyance that enticed her so much when it came to their interactions. She bit her lip lightly at the sigh, letting him tug her back up to her feet. She sort of stumbled and fell into him, but almost immediately straightened up. “Guess you won’t be able to beat on me anymore” She teased half heartedly, “There’d be proof...though I doubt anyone around here would give a flying fuck.” She scoffed very quietly, biting her lip.

Her first name sounded strange coming from his lips, “yeah Wynter?” she grumbled, his response sort of shocked her. But what did she expect? Did she honestly expect him to love a fucking psycho back? Hardly. She rolled her eyes slightly, biting harder on her lip to suppress tears. “We’re all going to die, yet we’re forbidden from ending our lives.” She was of course referring to her alcoholism, she’d used it as a sort of escape—a way to pretend everything was okay. She pretended, but she knew her body was slowly rejecting help, that the alcohol would soon stop her liver, than her heart. But she didn’t care. She wanted to die happily, not on some hospital bed without any hair. She preferred the idea of dying peacefully, willingly, a champion on this great roller coaster as opposed to its victim.

And thats why she ended up here. That and the fact that she was entirely on her own and she was evicted from her trashy apartment when she refused to fuck the grease bag that ran the place. She looked up from under her wet, dark eyelashes and shrugged. “Yeah, I’m surrounded by people who only care when their next pay check is, Wyn. I don’t have friends here, hence the vacant room. I don’t have a life anymore, I don’t have a family, and I sure as hell don’t have a boyfriend to help. So as far as im concerned, I’m alone.” She knew it was mean. She knew if she needed him winter would be there to hold her hand, just like any of the nurses would. But with Wyn it was somewhat different; she enjoyed his touch more than the others. She bit her lip and sort of nuzzled into the feel of his large, warm hand touching her face. She leaned forward and pecked his cheek, “Watch it big boy, people will start to think you like me” she teased softly, only half joking.

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[WYNTER MAXIMUS SHADDIX]

Wynter smirked a little as Alice stated she merely liked keeping him busy. Fair enough.
"We both know you're the only one who's any fun around here," He commented softly, knowing it was true. Sure he had a couple friends, but Zack rarely put up a fight and Matt was too sensitive and caring to be any fun in a fight. Not to mention he was a doctor and didn't 'lower himself' to chasing down the delinquents unless he felt he should. Wyn didn't care if he was lower on the chain, he didn't want to be a hot shot. He wanted to be on the bottom, he'd probably never admit it to anyone but Matt's version of anger management was his favorite. This. Getting to drag a kicking and screaming Alice away whenever she made a fuss. That is, when she felt in the mood to fight back.

"Of course I can." He answered offhandedly as she claimed he'd be unable to rough her up anymore. He enjoyed torturing Alice. And she liked it too. He was willing to bet half the time she started trouble was for the rush of being hauled away and fought with. She needed him as much as he needed her. Not that he'd admit that though. He doubted most doctors even looked at her bruises anymore, more or less because she made trouble.
"Besides. You love it when I'm rough with you." He ventured. He didn't know if it was true, but she wasn't insane. Why else would she always cause so much havoc? She wanted to get caught and she wanted to get locked up.

Wyn knew Alice was an alcoholic, and he knew all that entailed. Her depressing words drove him to do something he normally wouldn't. In fact he'd never. He reached into his back pocket slowly and pulled out a black flask, emblazoned on the front by a silver plated jolly roger against the black leather. He himself was never searched, no one knew about it.
"There's no reason we can't try," He undid the top and offered it to her. It was strong enough most people would never drink it straight, in fact he was sure it was flammable. But he didn't think she'd mind too terribly. Alcohol helped.

Wyn wasn't hurt by Alice's harsh words, but they might have stung if he really thought about it. He wasn't easily insulted, and he wasn't really the type to get his feelings hurt. In fact he was usually the one doing the offending.
"I think you know I don't work here for the shitty pay." He admitted, taking a drink off the flask before giving it back. He wasn't saying he was here for HER, persay. But he certainly wasn't here just for the pay. The pay was pretty lousy anyway.
"Liar," He called her out, she wasn't alone. She was never alone. The only time she was ever alone was when he had to throw her in solitary, those rare times.
"You'd be surprised how many of the guards sneak into patients rooms at night, Al. I'm betting no one would second glance it."

[ALICE MARIE CUTTER]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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She smirked lightly, nodding her head. “I suppose.” She mused jokingly, she knew it was true. She was the loudest girl around, she hardly ever let Wynter rest. Her eyes sort of wondered down his body in a curious look, chewing on her lip. “But define fun, babe.” She shot jokingly, curious as to how the man would react. With a sigh she crossed her arms; she had fun even when they were just flirting heavily with one another. She shoved her hands deep into her pockets, rocking on her heels. She knew he was right, There was no reason for anyone to give a fuck if she had small bruises. And as much as she hated to admitted, she quite enjoyed the roughness of their relationship. She grinned lightly, a flash of something so close to lust darting through her eyes, “Hmph. You love being rough with me, so don’t pin this all on me, babe.” She teased, giggling softly.

She blinked slightly, was he offering her liquor? She held her hand out and took a slight swig. The burn was familiar, comforting. She sighed and sort of calmed down a little, her hand resting on his shoulder, “Try?” She asked, blinking. She shrugged, “If I wanted to die, than I’d be dead.” She stated simply, and it was true. She’d tie one of those white bed sheets around her tiny little neck and then to something in the room, and die.

She smirked lightly, shrugging. “I know you like beating on cute blond chicks you’d rather fuck.” She nudged him some, putting her head on his shoulder. She blinked slightly at the accusation, liar? She didn’t think she was a liar. She bit her lip some, “What do you mean? If your talking about the men I fuck, they don’t count.” She slipped, she was unsure whether or not the staff knew about her sexual interactions with the patients, not that they’d care.

She winked jokingly, “So does that mean you want to sneak into my room late at night” she teased, a quiet giggle escaping her lips.

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mwah? | notes |
HERE | outfit |
murder city - green day | lyrics |
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[WYNTER MAXIMUS SHADDIX]

Wyn wouldn't deny the fact that he found Alice Cutter incredibly hot. And she was legal. That was just a bonus. He saw her looking, and it didn't bother him. He'd be flattered if he were the type to be that way. It was only fair, he looked her over often enough. A sly smirk met his lips at her words.
"What do you think I'd consider fun?" He challenged quietly.
He was sure the doctors would notice excessive bruises on her, but he doubted they'd do anything about them. Maybe Matt, but she didn't see him more than once a week or when one of the others was busy.

She certainly called him on the abuse, his hands gripped her hips a little and forced them to his, probably not nicely but he didn't think it hurt her.
"I do like it rough, and I'll pin you anywhere I want." He took a couple steps toward the door, feeling her back press against the wall he stopped. He didn't want her dead, and he was sure she didn't want to die. She was simply being over dramatic, and he supposed he couldn't really blame her. She'd just convinced herself that her cancer was back, and that would depress any woman. Anyone.

"What makes you think I want to fuck you?" He asked sarcastically, pulling off of her a little bit to glance out the window again. Still, completely deserted. Her simple question made his mocha eyes find her again.
"Maybe." He didn't even bother hiding it. Most of the guards had or commonly snuck into the rooms of the patients. Either for sex or for the occasional beat down of one of the little assholes, Though he was sure not all of the sex was voluntary. And yet no one asked.

[ALICE MARIE CUTTER]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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What would he consider fun? Alice had never really thought about that. She thought he looked like a drinker, maybe a musician. So she just shrugged and said the one thing she knew almost every guy agreed with, "Sex." she stated simply, her shinning blue eyes sort of looking him up and down. She wondered absently if he would be any good to fuck, ah well. Maybe she'd find out.

Alice smirked lightly at that statement, "Oh yeah? I have hand cuffs and whips under my bed" she teased, sticking her tongue out. She let him push her back against the wall, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck as he did so. It wasn't sexual, more a reaction she'd gone with most of her life. She bit her lip lightly, his breath cool against her skin as he continued to speak. "Easy, buster. Your hot, I'm hot, you've got a penis, I've got a vag. You want to fuck me because we're all animals, and animals in general want to fuck anyone in their species they can possibly procreate with." she shrugged as though science hadn't ever been her favourite thing. It was true though, animals all mate with whatever their bodies think it a good match. And somethign told alice that Wyn's body was telling him exactly that.

Maybe? what kind of answer was that? Maybe? did that mean yes, he would like to fuck her secretly at night...or that maybe he just didn't care and thought of her like a play thing, lots of people thought of her as a plaything. And as much as she played along with it, she hated it.

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take it off? | music |
wynter? | tagged |
mwah? | notes |
HERE | outfit |
murder city - green day | lyrics |
holly @ caution 2.o | credit |

[WYNTER MAXIMUS SHADDIX]

Wyn's dark brows lifted as Alice stated quite bluntly that she thought he'd enjoy sex. Well he hadn't really expected it like that, but she did have a point. He didn't know any guys who didn't enjoy it, even the ones who were too absorbed in pleasing everyone else liked it. He let out a soft laugh and nodded.
"Yeah, that's usually fun." He admitted softly, agreeing with her. She wasn't stupid at least, he always knew she wasn't naive.

He let her slip her arms around him without complaint, still holding her lightly to the wall. He knew the handcuffs and whips was merely a joke, he'd searched this room himself on more than one occasion and found nothing. Then again, he didn't know how she got the alcohol. She could have hidden it in places... But he doubted it. He smiled a little as she finished speaking.
"I'm willing to agree with all of that, but I don't have the want or ability to procreate, thanks." He didn't recall the last time he'd degraded himself by seeing a doctor, but he knew he didn't ever want kids and as a result, got himself fixed.

One of his hands slid from her hip to her knee, hitching up up and resting it around his own waist, giving the pair of them a far more intimate placement as he nodded at her.
"Yes, I've been tempted to take you before." He admitted softly, his eyes drifting down from her face to her neck and chest.