Pretty little friend? {Kolby}

[Lynnette Chevalier]

Lynnette giggled as she walked down the street with a hop to her step. She had been loving the outdoors lately. Being out in public to see people look at her weird. It always made her smile. Laughing insanely, she spotted castle. Large and she could see things walking around. "Are they real," she questioned the broken doll in her hand.

She had brought Alice along this time. It had been such a long time since she had been out in London, why not bring the closest friend she had had for the past few months out? Putting the doll on her head and holding her arms out so the doll would not fall off, she skipped to the castle, her eyes interested in the people and beings around the place. Why did you come to a place like this Lynnette? It is rather morbid. The oh so familiar voice that she heard from her doll. Lynnette laughed and walked up to the doors. "Morbid? Oh my Miss. Alice, you know I like places like this," she grinned.

Her knowledge of the place was vast. Well her knowledge in general was vast. The voices only reminded her of things she knew when. Giggling and skipping again, she pulled Alice off of her head and led her by the hand, letting her dangle beside her as she walked through the place. Pictures of fights and other things were up on the wall. "Oh me oh my, so much blood," she laughed, running her hand down the wall as if there was blood on it and pulled it to her face and licking her finger, "tastes good."

A couple of people walked past her and gave her looks that were less than to be desired. She sure did know how to stand out in society. Skipping down the hall, she waved her hand to a couple of figures that had walked past. She was sure others did not see them and she smiled before trying to talk to them. "Where are you going?" she questioned cutely before looking back down the hall at the doors.

There are so many things around this place that you can explore you know? Why are you just standing there looking like a freak? The side of her lips perked up only slightly as she heard the voices. Look like a freak? She was one beyond the way she looked. Twirling around and dancing on her spot, she dashed down another hallway, looking at the historical items that were lined down it.

[KOLBY MARINAZA]

KOLBY MARINAZA

I h a t e

therefore I a m.

Kolby was sitting inside the Tower. Bored to death. And exhausted. She had just endured a heated conversation with an Aristocrat boy. He was about her age and they had almost gone to throwing fists at each other in an argument about how the Orphanage should be run. Being the die-hard derelict she was, Kolby had been stubborn as a donkey and had put up a good argument. And if one of the older Derelicts didn’t pull her away from the fight, Kolby would’ve been victorious. The older derelict told her to go out into London to cool her raging head. Kolby normally came down here to the Tower to cool down after heated arguments. It was like a place where she could just stare at the bleak London sky and breathe.

Then, a sound made itself noticeable in Kolby’s ears. Turning her head towards the sound, she saw a girl. A girl from St. Anne’s. Kolby had seen her before at meetings. She was a Derelict. And one of the most inane ones. Talking to her doll all the time. Sometimes, Kolby envied her because of her ignorance towards the world. Never really having gotten the chance to speak to the girl, Kolby had just assumed her mentality was like a five year old’s. Ignorant to the cold, corrupt world around her and thinking everything was fine. Smirking, Kolby watched as the girl kept skipping and speaking to her doll. It was the like the doll was actually saying things that no one else could hear. "She really should see a doctor about that problem. She’d be much more suited to live in an insane asylum than at St. Anne’s. Come to think of it, anywhere would be better than St. Anne’s." Kolby thought to herself, wishing she could be as lucky.

Kolby’s mind was soon incapacitated with her long mental list of places better than St. Anne’s. It was such a long list and Kolby despised that she was forced to stay at St. Anne’s. She was responsible enough. She could work at a place, make her own money and live somewhere other than St. Anne’s. Although, Kolby didn’t hate it there. But, she didn’t adore it either. The only thing that kept her from going completely insane was Edward and all the other Derelicts. She looked up to Edward like he was the lord. He stood for everything right. Kolby once had feelings for him, but soon grown out of it. She could tell Lily liked him. And that he liked Lily. She never said anything about, because it would cause an absolute war between the Derelicts and Aristocrats. And she could never hurt Edward like that. Although, she could hurt Lily. She wanted to be exactly like the grownups had been. Scoffing at the though, Kolby folded her arms and looked at the painting hanging on the wall across from her.

Suddenly, she remembered the other girl’s name. Lynette. Kolby’s mind rewound back to when Lynette was talking to her doll during a meeting. One or two people had told her to shush and listen to the debates. Instead, she whispered to the doll and no one cared t stop her again. Pulling her hair up into a messy bun and letting her side-swept bangs cover half her face and her ears, she looked at Lynette with the one eye that covered her face that was towards the older girl. Although it looked like she was staring straight ahead, Kolby was staring down the other girl. Analyzing everything she was doing. Kolby gave people the impression that she was hostile, which she was, sometimes, but she was really just very analytical. She would make a great police officer. The petite brunette could read people like an open book. One of the habits Kolyb endured through her life. Her conclusion was that Lynette was not a threat to her and Kilby continued sitting and staring at the painting which was placed smack dab in the middle of her line of sight.

You could say she was cynical and a pessimist. But Kolby just called it being knoweldgeable about the world around her and the corrupted people in it. There few people in Kolby's mind who weren't tainted from the sins that the world has stained everyone of it's people with. Very, few.

[Lynnette Chevalier]

Lynnette paused in her skipping and looked around amused and curious. So many things she could do in such a huge place. A huge grin found its way to her face as she spotted a girl. Her familiar looks confused her. Had she known her? She must have, well at least seen her somewhere, but where? She is a derelict like you; that is how you know her. Lynnette smiled happily and held Alice up to her face by one hand. "She is? What is her name?"

Lynnette already knew, but she always had the voices tell her. She lowered Alice again as she looked over to the brunette. What was her name? She questioned in her mind as she stood there like a statue, her head cocked to one side. The girls eyes were fiercely fixated on her. Lynnette mad a saddened face and spun around, hoping that she was not the the thing the girls look was directed to, but alas it was. What had she done now? She always got in trouble. Talking to much or spacing out or just being somewhere she should not be? What did she do? You talk to much. Why are you just standing there letting her judge you. Kolby is like you, yet she stands there cynically looking at you. Lynnette mad a more depressed face as she looked down away from Kolby. The voices were always so mean to her. Called her names and told her that she was stupid. "I don't talk too much," she defended herself, her face with a more angry look to it now, "she has done nothing to me. I have done nothing to her. There is no judging."

She heard laughing inside her head they mocked her. You are truly a disappointment. If you will not stand up for yourself, then just leave or die. Lynnette's look changed again to a more happy look. Kill herself? She may not have many friends or many people liking her, but she sure as hell was not going to kill herself. She was to good for death, at least she liked to think so. Striking a pose that was random, she skipped over to Kolby. The name rang in her head. She hoped she would remember it this time. "Hello," she stated, her rather heavy French accent laced through her words.

What are you doing? Being friendly to this critique? Just leave now. Lynnette laughed like a crazy person for a moment before going back to her normal happy composure. "She is like me. I will not treat her badly because of things you say," she absent mindedly talked to literally nothing that was there about Kolby before her light Hazel eyes looking back to the girl.

[KOLBY MARINAZA]

KOLBY MARINAZA

I h a t e

therefore I a m.

The petite brunette was deep in thought when she was interrupted by the other girl‘s, Lynnette, voice. Looking up at the girl, she sneered. Not on purpose, but just out of pure habit. She had done it to so many adults when she grew up that is was just her default facial expression. And of course, her eyes were filled with hostility. Before Lynnette had waltzed over, Kolby had though she heard the girl talking. To her doll, no doubt. With an uninterested tone, Kolby spoke. “Hello, do you need something?” Lynnette started talking to her doll. Kolby gave the girl a confused look, then a half disgusted, half hurt look mixed in with the confusion. Was this girl talking about Kolby right in front of her? Kolby was about to go off on the girl when she realized hat she had said. So, Lynnette wanted peace. This immediately made Kolby‘s expression change to her normal, bored-to-tears face.

This girl was odd, but Kolby saw no reason to be antagonistic with her. But, still, Kolby was not going to be overly sympathetic to her, either. It was in Kolby‘s nature to be sympathetic as least as she can. Sympathy doesn‘t change anything. She sees no point in comforting someone by saying “Oh, I am so sorry about the passing of your mother.” It won‘t change anything. It won‘t bring said mother back. And Kolby learned that the hard way. When her parent’s died in a fire, everyone treated her like glass and chose their words carefully when they tried to answer her questions. It drove Kolby absolutely mad. That’s when she swore never to be too sympathetic to anyone. She’d rather pity them from afar. Looking at the doll and then to Lynnette, Kolby said the first thing that came to her mind. “Why do you talk to that doll? You do know she’s not really answering back?” Folding her arms, Kolby turned her gaze back to the painting.

Lynnette was probably very nice, but Kolby was stubborn and barely ever took the time to get to know people. Never really having the patience and determination. You could say that she was more content being alone. Which, at some moments, she was. It all was the result of Kolby’s childhood. When she was five, her parents had died in a fire and Kolby was sent to St. Anne’s. Instead of growing up to be scared of adults and a coward like all the other children at St. Anne’s, Kolby grew up to be biter and untrusting. That’s what abuse does to someone like Kolby. She always wondered what she’d be like if her parents hadn’t died. She’d probably be a lot nicer than she was now. Her anger towards the world kept her from being hurt though. It helped her through all her years of suffering at St. Anne’s. Even though it had vexed her so, she had with held from crying all those years. Not showing weakness, sympathy or wanting pity at anytime.

Watching Lynnette with a certain skeptical look in her eyes, she grew tired of looking at that doll as well. The doll managed to somehow irritate Kolby just by sitting there. It reminded her of being a child and childhood all together. She managed to take her eyes from glaring holes into the dolls porcelain head and back to Lynnette, waiting for the girl to say something. Another reason why Kolby sometimes never took the time to befriend people was because they took too long to answer something. If you don’t kno what you’re going to say ahead of time, or you can’t think on your feet, then don’t bother with talking to Kolby. She definaely didn’t have to patience for those kind of people. Not at all.

(sorry it took so long to reply.)

[Lynnette Chevalier]

Lynnette furrowed her brows. She never wanted anything from people, yet this girl thinks that she wants something? Lynnette felt a tad bad. Had she put out the persona that she was needing something? She was never sure of what she needed so she never asked for anything. What would be the point? Just walk away. She has no intention of talking with you. Look at her, she is so bored out of her head that she can't even look at you long enough. Her face went to a more sad expression before she brightened it up. She was not going to be a depressing person right now, well not ever. Kolby already seemed to have the lack in caring about her, so she figured she could lighten the mood, at least for her anyway. "I do not need anything. I just wondered if we could... talk..." she stated, a little hope in her words.

Her hope was always something she liked about herself. It was the only thing that got people to like her. To think they could accomplish things even if things around them are bad. She was always like that. Even when she was younger and not at St. Anne's she had hope. Sure her parents had been murdered in front of her along with her siblings, she still found hope. Hope for what? Well anything really. She liked to let anything come her way. See, she mocks you! She says that I cannot talk, yet I do. She dislikes you and the way you are. She does not understand so she mocks you. Why would you stay around her? Lynnette sighed softly to herself with a small frown on her lips as her eyes went down to her dolls. She knew some where in her mind that the doll did not talk. "I talk to her cause she is the only one who talks to me. It is not a pity thing for myself, but rather a comfort thing. Talking with someone, whether in my mind or not, that is sometimes better than the other people we converse with on a daily basis," she retorted back with a small smile.

Her remark was rather intelligent and not crazy like her normal remarks. Lynnette was smart, but no one looked beyond the fact that she talked to herself and her doll and was insane in the head. It was not her fault that she was like this. Traumatic experiences as a child changes someone, especially someone like Lynnette. Her parents dying in front of her did not help, and then going to St. Anne's where adults tortured her? Well how was one supposed to turn out? She doesn't like me you know. Look at her glares at me. She wants to burn me. Kolby has the look like she can't face her childhood and that is why she hates me. Lynnette hit the doll against her leg. "Shush. Kolby has done nothing to you so be quiet," she remarked rather annoyed like before tossing the doll in her pack that she had on her back.

If she was gong to at least talk with the girl, she would have to be rid of her doll for the time being. She could tell Kolby had a dislike for the doll, but that was nothing new. No one liked the doll. In fact she had spotted a few children trying to burn the doll or destroy it many times over when she did not bring Alice with her. The doll always seemed to be an obstacle in getting friends. Always.

[KOLBY MARINAZA]

KOLBY MARINAZA

I h a t e

therefore I a m.

Kolby was slightly taken by surprise when Lynnette spoke. No one ever really wanted to talk to Kolby unless they wanted to start an argument. For a moment, she didn’t know how to answer Lynnette. Shrugging, her bored expression changing just a smidge. It was a much more softer expression. Less hostile than before. “Alright then. Start talking.” Again, Kolby hadn’t meant her words to sound so harsh. They just did. Then, Kolby noticed something. Lynnette’s voice was tinted with speckles of hope. Well now. This gave something Kolby could admire. Lynnette’s determination to meet people and make friends was apparently a strong point in her personality. Smiling ever so slightly, Kolby directed her gaze back to Lynnette.

When Lynnette explained her reasons for conversing with her doll often, Kolby was pleasantly surprised. Her statement sounded intellectual, and not one of a five-year-old’s, which Kolby expected. Nodding, Kolby looked at Lynnette with a little more respect. “Ahh, I see. That is very good reasoning you have there. I agree, some of the people we converse with frequently do not hold the best conversations. Thinking of the Aristocrat boy she had almost buried her fist into, she shook her head. Some people were just not worth the time and energy in Kolby‘s point of view. Most of the Aristocrats fit into that category in Kolby‘s mind. Even some of the Derelicts fit into the group. Mostly the younger ones. Even though Kolby had dealt with children her whole childhood, she still wasn‘t very good with children. Nor did she like them all that well. Mostly because she was impatient, could she not stand when children did not understand how to complete simple tasks like tying their shoes. This is why Kolby stayed in the wings with more older kids.

Kolby was starting to understand why Lynnette acted as she did. Maybe a traumatic event as a child had sent her off the edge. And it had triggered something in her cranium to burst and now she‘s mentally insane. She could tell that somehow, Lynnette‘s doll was telling Lynnette negative things about Kolby. This became evident when Lynnette silenced her doll. “What did she say?” Kolby wanted to know what Lynnette‘s subconscious was telling her. If she was going to be negatively described in anyway, she‘d like to know what said person‘s words were. Looking at the doll again, she glared, out of habit. Then, a memory flashed in her head. It was Kolby as a child. About five. She was holding a doll, playing with it’s golden hair. She smelled smoke. And her she heard screaming from the other room. Peeking in, scared to death, she saw that most of the kitchen was in flames. Kolby started to cry and yell for her mommy and daddy. They were both on the floor, in flames and unmoving. Then a man came in and picked Kolby up, whilst Kolby was kicking and screaming for her parents. It was they day they died. Kolby quickly pushed the memories out of her mind, a pained expression flickering across her face as she looked away from the doll.

As Lynnette put her doll away, Kolby felt a small pang of guilt rise in her chest. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the doll itself. Well, she didn’t like the appearance. But really, she just didn’t appreciate the memories it reminded her of. As the doll slipped into the pack Lynnette had with her, Kolby felt more comfortable now. Moving over slightly, giving Lynnette enough room, she motioned for Lynnette to sit down. “Here, sit. You do not have to stand like that all day.” Kolby looked up at Lynnette. Her face was expressionless except for a small quiver of kindness in her eyes that was barely visible.

[Lynnette Chevalier]

Lynnette was taken back by Kolby's response. It was rather, unwelcoming, but that was not going to keep her from leaving. She understood that most of the derelicts were rather... harsh. They did not have ways with dealing with people unless they were harsh to them. Lynnette on the other hand was more welcoming, even if people did not want to be by her. Smiling only so slightly she looked at Kolby. "Why are you here?" the question simple, and she was curious as to why Kolby was there.

She felt rather proud of her comment. Maybe she could get past her insanity and be normal again. The thought made her laugh. Normal. Like she could ever be normal, even without her insane thoughts, she was still not normal. So you want to be rid of me? Not the first time, but you should know by now dear, I will always be with you no matter.

[/u] Lynnette sighed. She knew that it would not go away. Even with her random intelligent spurts and none inane moments, she was still crazy. "Exactly. Would rather talk with myself. Better class of people, or person, to talk to than some of the more... less intelligent children we are stuck with everyday," she stated with another glimmer of intelligence.

She was rather annoyed being stuck with stupid kids. Especially the young ones who had been in the riot. Now they would grow up ravage and stupid and ruthless. Not like those were not good qualities, but they seemed to be the only qualities. You are not one to talk Lynnette. Most people think of you as stupid, so what is your point? You just show the kids what a stupid person is like. Lynnette narrowed her eyes and looked away from Kolby. She did not want her rather hostile look to be directed to the girl when it was not meant for her. Her attention went back to Kolby, a surprised look on her face. Had she just asked what Alice said about her? Well that was a first. Most people just told her to shut up. No one asked what her voices ever said about them. "She said that you hated her cause of the way she looked. That you wanted to burn her cause it brought back bad memories for you," Lynnette said rather oddly.

It only seemed odd cause she had never been in that position before. Though she figured she did okay for her first time telling someone what her thoughts thought of someone. The only person who had attempted to ask was Eowyn but that was years ago. A bright smile went across her face as Kolby offered her a spot to sit down. Plopping down next to the girl, she pulled her pack off and sat it next to her, not wanting anything to get squished. Maybe she was getting through to the girl. Maybe she could be a friend. But that was up to Kolby though. All she could do was impress her or something of the sort to even get to an acquaintance stage. Well she kept hope. Maybe she could make a break though and be friends with the intense girl. Why would she want to be friends with you? Really? What qualities do you have that would make her want to be friends with you? She looks for people more stable and intelligent. You are off your rocker and stupid. So what do you have? Lynnette kept a smile on her face and looked at the painting the was across the way. "Even if we do not become friends, at least it was nice to possibly get to know each other," she spoke as if not only speaking to the voices in her head but Kolby as well. [/blockquote][/color][/font][/center]

[KOLBY MARINAZA]

KOLBY MARINAZA

I h a t e

therefore I a m.

Shrugging as Lynnette inquired why she was here, Kolby answered with a short answer. “I was forced.” Deciding on explaining, since that answer did not really answer her question. Giving a slight twitch of the head, she flipped her overly curly bangs out of her line of sight, giving the wall in front of her an icey cold stare. “I was arguing with one of those inane, foolhardy Aristocrats. Then, one of the older Derelicts forced me to come out here to calm myself.” Rolling her eyes, her folded arms tensed. The brunette absolutely hated those Aristocrats. All they want is to go back to the exact ways the adults had. It irritated Kolby immensely. These children, who had been battered by those who we’ve just conquered, are now wanting to act like those who had previously forced the whole orphanage into fear and weakness. Dimwitted, naïve little hypocrites. Kolby thought angrily. Like said earlier, Kolby despised those damned Aristocrats.

Looking over at Lynnette, Kolby noticed that she had a diminutive glimmer of pride in her eyes. It couldn’t be noticed by the naked eye. Kolby had made herself an expert on reading a person’s body language, eye movement, everything. It had helped her predict when the callused beatings from the adults were on the verge of occurring. The glimmer of pride made it obvious that the last statement, which had taken Koly by surprise, had also taken Lynnette off guard as well. It was clear that Lynnette was glad that her…less inane side was starting to overcome her insanity. But, suddenly, the glimmer of pride turned into a glimmer of self-pity. Or self-loathe. Either way, Kolby reviled both emotions. Self-pity was just saddening. She had never self-pitied herself when the adults were around. It was degrading. And, Kolby never showed any signs of weakness. Or emotion. Always being the rock hard wall with a blank, piercing stare. Pulled out of her thoughts by Lynnette, Kolby nodded. “Yes. I agree. Even the older kids still have their children mentality.” Sighing, Kolby was sure that she had been deprived of any real contact with intellectual people. To be honest, Kolby enjoyed speaking with Lynnette. She was intriguing to her, and she gave Kolby an insight on the life of a half-insane person.

Seeing Lynette think for a moment, Kolby predicted that she was listening to the voice in her head. Looking Lynnette up and down to try and notice any body movements that would signal something, Kolby saw Lynnette give an aggressive glare at her for a split-second, then turned away. Taking this as a sign that the glare was not meant for her, Kolb shrugged and awaited her answer. Then, as Lynnette spoke, the memory of the flames in her kitchen flashed in her mind and a small sting, like she was being burned, singed her arm. On a reflex, Kolby held he arm, taking in a sharp breath. She knew this looked weird to Lynnette so, after the small sting had faded, Kolby dropped her hands in her lap. Covering it up, Kolby started speaking. “Oh…To be honest, she’s right, mostly. I do not want to burn her.” Nodding as she spoke, Kolby bit the inside of her lip idly. She was weakening inside. She slapped herself mentally. Get it together, Kolby. Taking a deep breath and putting up her front, she looked at Lynnette, ready for what she’ll say next.

It looked as though Lynnette was surprised that Kolby had asked her what her subconscious had said about someone. Come to think of it, Kolby was pretty sure no one else at the Orphanage had the guts to. Either they were scared to, or just didn’t care. Well, Kolby cared. The petite brunette disliked being talked about behind her back. It was callused and rude in her point of view. As Lynnette sat down beside her, she saw that Lynnette had a smile of hope on her face. Like she was hopeful they’d become friends. To be completely and utterly honest, she did enjoy Lynnette’s company, somewhat. It was intriguing to have the insight of a mentally inane person around. It made Kolby feel a little less hostile. It would also help stop the rumors that stated that Kolby sold her soul to the devil. Suddenly, Lynnette spoke. Turning her attention back to Lynnette and away from her thoughts, Kolby listened. Blinking, she looked down, then back to Lynnette. “Maybe, maybe we could talk again sometime. Y’know, as…friends?” She was going out on a limb. She saw how hard Lynnette was trying to impress her. And she found it odd that people felt like they had to impress Kolby to be her friend. Although, no one had ever tried. Kolby decided to try to be friends with Lynnette. To make her look less hostile and heartless.
(soooo sorry i've been replying so late!)