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Fantasy Insanity (PLEASE JOIN)

Alexandra smiled and nodded "well my brother was the one that got here first i cam along with him because he put me in the same situation as him" she sputters.
 
Lacey wonders around, silently. Looking around in every nook and crany of the large building, finding the best places to hide and the best places to sit and spy on on others. He sees everything, from a make-out session to two girls making awkward conversation to adults making folders for everyone in the house. It all goes over his head and he moves on quickly disappearing into the background again.
 
Alice sat in the backyard in complete boredom, watching the clouds float by slowly. She kept mostly to herself, not really talking to anyone other than Savannah occasionally. She needed to raid the kitchen and find a lighter or something.
 
Lacey watches the girl for a moment, on his way into the small wooded area near by, arms full of paper, candles and other random items. She looked as bored as he always felt; he felt a pang of sympathy for her.
 
Alice suddenly looked away from the sky and saw a boy, his arms full of random things. She tilted her head and watched in interest. What was he planning on doing in the forest? She stretched her legs out in front of her on the grass, sighing. Twirling her hair around her finger, she idly wondered if he was an artist or something. They usually liked to draw and nature and stuff.
 
He isn't used to others watching him back, under her gaze he twitches a bit and looks down at the various things in his arms. He was going to sculpt trees from the wax of the candles, any maybe find out how hot wax can get, another random thing he has been wondering about. Yet now he feels unsure, he likes the feeling a bit, being unsure and off balance. Kind of like a roller-coaster.


"People don't usually look back." he comments, voice light.
 
Alice sat up so she was on her knees, raising an eyebrow at him. "Why not?" She questioned. He didn't look entirely comfortable under her probing eyes so she looked to the sky again, squinting against the sunlight.
 
He shrugs and looks at the sky as well wondering what is so interesting about it.


"I'm...odd." pausing he tilts his head, "What is so great about it? It's only pretty when it rains. "
 
She shrugged back. "I don't know, I just like watching it change color I guess." Alice smiled lightly, nodding toward all the stuff in his arms. "Got plans?" She asked, her tone amused.
 
Examing the things in his arms he nods slowly, new ideas sparking in his head. "I was going to carve...I like to carve. Then I was going to see hot hot melting wax can get. " He tosses up a thin lighter and aves it a bit, "It seemed like a fun idea, and less painful than finding out how fast flesh burns." He almost regrets saying it only moments after, now she will run like everyone else.
 
"Sweet," she says lightly, leaning forward. She could tell by his expression that he thought the whole burning thing would freak her out, but he obviously didn't know why she was sent to this house- for pyromania. "And flesh burns fairly fast," she added casually, her blue eyes locked on the lighter. "Smells horrible, though."
 
He looks at her curiously, noting how she watches the lighter. She likes the look in her eyes, shiny and interesting. He smiles a bbit and tosses her the lighter. "I've smelled it, I kinda like it. "
 
She catches the lighter and lights it immediately, holding the flame up dangerously close to her eyes. A dreamy grin comes across her face. "Also depends on how hot the fire is," she says happily. "Super hot flame doesn't even burn flesh, it melts it."
 
The image that forms in his mind is one that should disturb him, yet all he conjure for it is a sense of longing to witness the event.


"My cousin likes fire. She burned her moms vanity table...then blamed me. That's why I'm here." hums softly "I kind of wish I had gotten sent away for something I actually did."
 
"Sucks," she said, lifting her eyes from the fire for a moment to look at him sympathetically. "I'm here 'cause I burnt down my stepmother's stupid house," she muttered. "I actually did do that, though. My dad was pretty pissed," she added in amusement.
 
"Sounds fun. You're the first person I've talked to for more than a few seconds besides my family in 8 years." Lacey blurts out the fact without pity for himself. He was never wanted, he knows he is strange. It stopped bothering him long ago. "Why did you burn it?"
 
She chews on her bottom lip for a moment, finally letting the flame go out and pressing her thumb into the hot metal. "We didn't get along," she says, leaning back on her elbows. "She told me that she was getting me "help" to keep me "safe" from fire, and so I burnt her house down. Fair trade, huh?"
 
"Sounds fair enough." to him it does. He has lived with people constantly paying him back for his strangness with violence or pain. Her logic makes more sense than anything the adults here have told him so far "If you loose the lighter there are matches under the third stairwell."
 
"I can keep it?" She asks, tossing it expertly from hand to hand. "Thanks." She looks him over obviously, not hiding her stare. "I don't know your name," she realized.
 
He blinks and tugs at the red and black hat on his head, "Lacey. My name is Lacey." He holds out a hand, a long scar running over the back and vanishing under his sleeve, "And you are?"
 
"Lacey," she repeats, shaking his hand. She looks at the scar in interest, then down at her own bare arms that are dotted with burns. They weren't on purpose, but when you had a passion for fire you were bound to have some burns to show for it. It didn't hurt her, anyway. "I'm Alice."
 
"Nice to meet you." He sits back and rests his hands on his knees as he sits down softly "You are very interesting." He toys with one of his candles, the red wax leaving splotches of orange on his fingers.
 
She blinks in surprise, resting her chin on her knee. "I guess," she says, sounding unconvinced. "I think you're more interesting, though. Not talking to anyone but your family for eight years is pretty impressive. Don't blame you," she sighs.
 
"The last person I talked to for a while tried to see how many of my teeth he could knock out." Lacey shrugs casually, touching his jaw, "I only told him I had seen his girlfriend with some other guy. I never told anyone anything I've seen while spying around again." He looks at her ,"And I think you're very interesting."
 

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