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[DAHVIE XAVIER MONROE]

THE WORLD IS SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND

OUT OF CONTROL AGAIN

Making his way to the playground was Dahvie Xavier Monroe. He had his usual box of crayons and his favorite Hello Kitty coloring book. A watermelon flavored blow pop was placed in his mouth, and silently he continued to walk until he had reached his destination. He wasn't really sure if he was supposed to be out here. But frankly, Dahvie didn't give a damn. He was going to do, what he wanted, when he wanted, and no one was going to stop him. Well thats how Dahvie thought of it anyway. He was sick of rules, sick of listening to other people, and he was hungry. He knew they wouldn't give him the kind of food that he wanted, so he had two options. Starve to death, or find his own way to get the food that he had longed for. Now which option do you think he was going to go for? If you answered; find his own way to get food, then you were correct.

When Dahvie finally reached the playground he sat in the direct middle of it. No one else was there but him, so he opened his coloring book up to a random page and began coloring. Some may think it was childish, but to Dahvie coloring books were the only thing that could hold his attention for more then five minutes. He watched as the colors formed on the paper. Different shades of purple and blue, pink and green. He loved this. He loved being by himself with a coloring book and his favorite lollipop. Blow pops were actually the only "normal" kind of food or candy that Dahvie would eat. He loved the watermelon ones, but it was actually rare for Dahvie to eat one. His head shot up when he heard a noise in the distance, but when he didn't see anyone he put his head back down and concentrated on the coloring book again. He wondered if someone else was going to be showing up at the playground. He doubted it though, whenever he was around something other people tended to avoid that area until he left. He sighed, he knew why people were afraid of him. But if they really got a chance to know him they'd know he wouldn't just attack them for no good reason. Even though he was a cannibal, Dahvie didn't really like attacking just random people. He would if he was hungry, but he mostly planned on attacking the guard there. Just then the noise he had heard before happened again. The sound of leaves crunching filled Dahvies ears and he looked up. But again, no one was there. He figured it was just his imagination. But was it his imagination, or was someone else coming?

words » 4 6 2
tagged » anyonee
outfit » clickyyy
music » Perfect Weapon - Black Veil Brides
notes » YAY BLOW POPS!
lyrics » homecoming - green day
credit » holly @ caution

[FRANKLYN ANTHONY IERO]

Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe just need some sleep.

The trip here was probably about as uncomfortable as Frankie could stand. Of all the things he'd experienced over his lifetime, he could never have thought his best friends, his band mates, would put him in a nut house. It was pretty obvious part of it was for the place's publicity, when he'd learned of it he'd offered the owner double to refuse him. But a rockstar here would be great for their image, so she hadn't taken the deal. It was a load of shit. He'd been forced to sit between his bassist and fellow guitarist in a bus and then, adding insult to an injury, they'd all held him by the arms as they walked him in. Like he'd run! What was he gonna do, hijack the bus?! Not a bad idea actually, he should have. After being checked in and going through his first strip search of the year, Frankie was allowed out. His first therapy session was this afternoon too. Ugh.

Not only was the doctor a quack, he was younger than Frankie, and a drug addict as well. He hadn't yet figured out how he kept it but he recognized his own kind when he saw it. Eventually, he was allowed outside. He guessed because there was no way out. He headed for the nearest place to ease his anger and betrayal at being committed, and found a rather deserted little playground. It looked like something off of a slasher film, he expected a little girl in white on the swing, or the little ones playing jump rope while singing the Freddy Kreuger song.

But the only person here he could see, was a slim dark haired, boy? Yeah, boy, sitting on the ground coloring like a child. In a place like this, he was willing to bet there were actual people who believed they were children. He didn't at first realize that he was probably working the guy up, not until he was very close anyway. He cleared his throat as if announcing his presence, but he really just didn't want to scare him. Not bothering to ask permission to join him, Frankie flopped his short self in the dirt across from him.
"Hi. Mind if I join you?" He gave a half smile as a greeting and looked down at the pages. Hello kitty. Oh dear god, but he'd suffer. He was bored.

TAGGED || Dahvie
WORD COUNT || 450
NOTES || I haven't finished his app love, so basic rundown, he's the actual MCR frank, but mid 20s and he's an alcoholic/drug addict. Friendly guy, hates meat. Lolz. Dahvie can recognize him if he likes them, but it's not a 'have to'.
OUTFIT || CLICK
MUSE || Pretty fair
CREDIT || ME. In yo' face.

[DAHVIE XAVIER MONROE]

THE WORLD IS SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND

OUT OF CONTROL AGAIN

Dahvie was lost in his own little world of coloring and lollipops. He didn't noticed anyone coming from behind him, and even if he did notice it wasn't like the person would be going towards him anyway. No one did, Dahvie didn't have any friends here. They all were either afraid of him, disgusted by him, or just flat out thought he was weird. He didn't blame them, a gay cannibal who ate his family was definitely something to be afraid of or grossed out by. But, it wasn't like he planned to be that way. He wasn't a sick person like Hannibal Lector. He actually was kind of afraid of that guy. All Dahvie wanted to be was a normal nineteen year old boy with friends and freedom. Instead he was trapped inside an asylum with no one but himself for entertainment. How fair was that? It wasn't, but it was something Dahvie didn't really have any control over.

Someone cleared their throat behind Dahvie which caused him to turn around instantly and almost choke on his lollipop when he saw who it was. Frank Iero, rhythm guitarist of one of his favorite bands was making his way towards Dahvie. Now, normal fans would probably run up and attack the guy trying to rip his clothes off or whatever right? You'd also expect something like that from a mental patient too, correct? Well Dahvie wasn't going to be like that and just totally freak the guy out, Frank was just a person too. He smiled warmly at him and looked back down at his coloring book, still sucking away on that watermelon blow pop.

"Hi. Mind if I join you?" But before Dahvie could answer Frank had already sat down next to Dahvie. He saw the look that the guy gave his coloring book and laughed. "You probably think I'm some wacko right? Well, I'm Dahvie it's nice to meet you." See, Dahvie could be civil. He really was only a sarcastic jerk when someone was judging him or mean to him. Which would normally happen a lot but most of the time it wasn't Dahvie's fault. Even though he was in a bad mood most of the time. Dahvie closed the coloring book and moved his body so he was facing Frank, he didn't want to be rude to the guy.

words » 3 9 9
tagged » Frank
outfit » clickyyy
music » Believe In Me - Blood On The Dance Floor
notes » hahaha it's all good, Frank Iero is my favorite member of My Chemical Romance actually.
lyrics » homecoming - green day
credit » holly @ caution

[FRANKLYN ANTHONY IERO]

Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe just need some sleep.

Frankie wasn't sure if he was about to get jumped. Fans weren't even a worry here, he sort of hoped to god none of his fans found out he was here, but at the same time, he wanted them to storm the place like an army and bust him out. Like that would happen. He could just imagine a band of teenagers with homemade siege weapons. He was a little wary of this boy, for that reason. He was in fact, in a mental asylum. What sore of people were here? This guy could be a serial killer for all her knew.
"I don't care if you're crazy or not." He admitted bluntly as he flopped. He wasn't a judge.
"As long as you don't kill me I'm cool." He returned the smile. Maybe not everyone here was nuts?

"Frankie," He returned, holding a hand out to shake. He wasn't quite sure it was a good idea, but he'd yet to find a reason to distrust Dahvie. Granted first meetings often didn't reveal much, but meh. His eyes flitted to the book.
"Actually you might be crazy. You realize Hello kitty is a tranny right?" He snagged one of the crayons and opened the book again, tracing a faint outline of boys clothes over the printed image of the kitten wearing a dress.
"See, his real name's Hello Kenny and he's from Vegas but his pops disowned him for wearing his mothers clothes." Completely true. Okay there's a possibility it was simply Frankie's imagination running away with him again.

TAGGED || Dahvie
WORD COUNT || 375
NOTES ||<3
OUTFIT || CLICK
MUSE || Pretty fair
CREDIT || ME. In yo' face.

[DAHVIE XAVIER MONROE]

THE WORLD IS SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND

OUT OF CONTROL AGAIN

Dahvie couldn't believe who he was sitting next to. It was like a weird little dream come true. Although in that dream he never expected it to be in an insane asylum. But you can't have everything in life right? Dahvie reached the end of his lollipop so instead he placed the stick down next to the box of crayons and began chewing on the gum. Dahvie didn't exactly like gum, but he wasn't going to spit it out either. He was weird like that. He looked over at Frank and watched in amusement. He bet that Frankie was waiting for him to attack him or something, even though Dahvie had more manners then that. "Nah I wont kill you, I'm not that crazy." Well, he wasn't totally lying. He wouldn't kill someone like Frank, that wasn't Dahvie. He would only kill people he hated, or people that were close to the people he hated. That's the way it was with his family, and that was the way it was going to be with everyone else. His family wasn't much of a family anyway.

He reached over and shook Franks hand politely, although he was surprised someone wanted to shake his hand at all. But Frank was new here Dahvie was guessing, and probably hasn't heard of him yet. "Yeah I know who you are. I'm a fan of your band" Dahvie was blunt with his statement. But still, it wasn't like he was going to tackle the guy screaming and yelling. That would be stupid of him. So, in stead Dahvie just sat there and watched as Frank took his coloring book and started tracing boy clothes over the dress that Hello Kitty was wearing. He was saying something about Hello Kitty being a tranny and getting disowned from his family for being like that. Dahvie sighed and put his attention on the ground. "Yeah I can relate to that." He said quieter then he would normally talk. Dahvie didn't like being reminded of his past, it was a dark place that should remain hidden.

words » 3 5 4
tagged » Frank
outfit » clickyyy
music » ehh i'm listening to the tv xD
notes » (:
lyrics » homecoming - green day
credit » holly @ caution

[FRANKLYN ANTHONY IERO]

Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe just need some sleep.

Frankie' eyes flitted to the lollipop stick as Dahvie set it down, the simple gesture reminding him that this place didn't have to be a prison. It felt like one, but obviously they still allowed a few comforts. He'd been allowed to keep a guitar, at least. He wasn't allowed to take it from his room, but at least he was allowed to keep it.
"So long as you don't kill me I don't care how crazy you are." He admitted honestly with a slight shrug of his shoulders. He'd been called crazy all his life he didn't care how another person acted toward him so long as it wasn't a real danger. Granted Dahvie had been labeled crazy by enough of society to end up here, but so had he right? He didn't think being an alcoholic among other things was enough reason for this.

His dark brows lifted a bit as Dahvie claimed he already knew him, and was a fan of his music. He hadn't seen that one coming. Here seemed like an unlikely place to hear music, let alone find a fan. He smiled a little and slowly pulled his hand back.
"I didn't realize they let you listen t music here. But it's way cool to know I appeal to the crazies like me." He smiled to let Dahvie know it wasn't an insult or anything. It wasn't, half the people here were probably not crazy. Just locked here for the good of the people around them or so they could be ignored. If ever he had a reason to hate anyone, it was now. But he didn't. Not really.

Frankie lifted his eyes to Dahvie's for a second as his tone changed, dropping dramatically and giving a sad vibe. It sounded like he'd struck a chord with that one.
"What, did your parents give you the boot for being a feline tranny in an upstanding hooker town too?" He joked, setting the book back down with a soft laugh.

TAGGED || Dahvie
WORD COUNT || 455
NOTES ||<3
OUTFIT || CLICK
MUSE || Pretty fair
CREDIT || ME. In yo' face.

[DAHVIE XAVIER MONROE]

THE WORLD IS SPINNING ROUND AND ROUND

OUT OF CONTROL AGAIN

"So long as you don't kill me I don't care how crazy you are."

That one sentence wanted to make Dahvie laugh hysterically. But he knew if he did, he really would look crazy. Which he wasn't. Frank had no idea what that sentence did to Dahvie, how that actually related to why Dahvie was in here in the first place. "Nah, I wont kill you." He smiled at Frank and in his head thought I'm not hungry. Dahvie looked down at the stick he just placed on the ground and bit his bottom lip, trying to calm himself down. When he finally did, he looked back up at Frank and raised his eyebrow. "So how long are you stuck in this hell anyway?" He couldn't help it, Dahvie was a curious person.

Dahvie cracked a grin when Frank joked with him about being crazy. He didn't take it personal, everyone was in here for a reason right? His wasn't exactly because he was crazy, but he bet some people in here probably would say different about him. "Yeah, I snuck my ipod in here. I listen to it sometimes when I'm bored." He shrugged his shoulders. There was nothing else for Dahvie to do here, he didn't have friends or anything. So instead he would listen to his Ipod. "I went to one of your concerts maybe like a year ago. Pretty good live." He smiled, going to the My Chemical Romance concert was one of the last things he did before he ended up in this place.

Looking up at Frank, Dahvie rolled his eyes jokingly and cracked a smile. "Yes definitely. I came home one day dressed just like Hello Kitty and they freaked out. So I ate them" He wasn't entirely joking about the whole thing, but he made it sound like he was anyway. He started laughing and shook his head, looking back at the coloring book and studying it. "You just made that whole thing up didn't you?" He looked up at Frank and tilted his head. There was no way Hello Kitty could be a tranny. Even if it was, Dahvie would probably find that amazing anyway.

words » 3 8 0
tagged » Frank
outfit » clickyyy
music » Only One - Yellowcard
notes » (:
lyrics » homecoming - green day
credit » holly @ caution