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Jun 29 2014, 06:08 AM
generally, those are four of the women that have been in a mental facility at the time that shannon was there. why am i writing this wanted? of course, to mess with shan a little... ;)

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playby: anna christine speckhart<p>
if you ever told a lie... and enjoyed it.<p>
'anna' is a pathological liar and that's quite helpful in her chosen career as a lawyer. she spent some time at the hospital after having been put there, similarly to shannon, by her parents. they kept in contact over the years and 'anna' is one of the people shannon could never bear to part ways with and considering how many people she purged from her life that's an achievement in itself.<p>
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<h1>the sociopath</h1>
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playby: claire holt<p>

there isn't a day in her life that 'claire' doesn't push people away. while she can be a delight, she knows exactly what buttons to press and half the time she doesn't even mean to press them. she learnt to keep her mouth shut at work, after being fired from a prestigious company, now working for a small office in london. she came to the hospital of her own accord, about a month into shannon's time there.<p>
this character is human.

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<h1>the eternal child</h1>
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playby: debby ryan<p>
if you ever wished... you could be a child forever.<p>
'debby' and shannon were never really friends. to shannon, 'debby' seemed like a doll, pale and fragile. after getting out of the hospital, 'debby' works in the emergency room of one of the london hospitals part time.<p>
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playby: gemma arterton<p>
'gemma' is the person that shannon always felt the most protective of. she reminded her of the friend that managed to get her into dom's little inner circle. it was something about the bags under her eyes that made her look like a junkie. 'gemma' is one of those skilled people that managed to sneakily supply shannon with alcohol and drugs, though it had to be in really small portions. that managed to keep shannon going. 'gemma' now works as a bartender in one of soho's gay bars - so at least she doesn't have to hear the name calling as to her sexuality anymore.<p>
this character is human.

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<h1>WANTED</h1>
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Shannon has lived in London all her life but never once has she visited Buckingham Palace. She never saw the point of it, never really thought much of it. It was just some old building with historical value. The Queen wasn’t even there half the time and it wasn’t like Shan could blame her – Buckingham Palace was slap bang in the middle of London, while the other place was in Windsor. She imagined Windsor was much, much quieter.<p>
When she was a little girl, she used to fantasise about being a princess, she used to wish that she was born to the royal family. They had beautiful clothes and never had to work so she could see her dad all the time – unlike how it was for her. But she was a grown woman now and she hasn’t seen her father in years, hasn’t spoken to him or her mother. While he wasn’t really to blame as it was her mother’s decision to get her into 24/7 therapy, he didn’t say no, either.<p>
Of all things she would ever regret, she never regretted meeting Dominic. Yes, that might have been the thing that set everything off but every moment with him was cherished. Once she managed to fall into that circle; that was that. And even though she was a problem teenager, at the time, it seemed like the best thing in the world.<p>
She was on a bus, deep in thought when the building caught her eye, making her decide to get off. The streets were swarmed by tourists, but then again, when were they not. After living in London for thirty years you got used to that sort of thing.<p>
She walked towards the gate but stayed at a reasonable distance from the guards – she didn’t trust them.

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you can trust me

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trust nobody

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Some days were a little easier. Sometimes, Shannon could trust the world enough to go out by herself, do things that she hasn’t done in a while – that probably would have been done with someone, ideally – to try and have fun.<p>
Yet another heatwave in London this year made her dress in clothes that were a little more revealing than the usual choice of a long sleeved shirt and jeans. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun, mainly to keep it off her neck. Really, she probably should have chosen to go to a pool. Here’s an idea for the next time that she felt like she could come outside. Nervously, she played with her ring as she made her way to the zoo. It really has been a while since she last visited it. A good few years.<p>
The queue wasn’t very long, surprisingly enough, but then again it was kind of early. She was almost forced to take a couple of days off after helping out throughout the half term and she wasn’t sure as to what to do with herself at first, but then she remembered that a co-worker has mentioned that they’ve been to the zoo with their kids and there have been tiger cubs that were born recently. Shannon had a love for cats ever since she could remember and that definitely included the bigger cats, too. She had also previously brought up a house cat from a kitten back when she lived with her parents.<p>
Shannon stopped briefly, her expression dropping as the thought of her parents entered her head. She hasn’t spoken to them since she was about nineteen, maybe twenty. Even though she knew that they did what they deemed best for her, it still hurt to know that they thought she required to go a hospital.<p>
If anything fucked with her head, it was certainly the years she spent there. They visited her, yeah, but with every visit it seemed as if they were more and more convinced that it was better if she just stayed there. She couldn’t really blame them, though. Most of the time that she spent there she tried her best to erase from her memory but there were still bits and pieces that she remembered, even though she’d much rather not.<p>
She took a deep breath before pulling out an electronic cigarette from her purse and taking a couple of deep pulls. It has been a while since she has even touched a regular cigarette and she was finding herself closer and closer to buying a new packet. But it wasn’t something to worry about for now.<p>
Today was a good day. She had to believe that.

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I'm one part saint

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Shannon didn’t really pay attention to the service. It wasn’t exactly the reason she went there. She just needed a moment. Some peace and quiet. It was only once the word “funeral” struck her ears that she’d even moved, adjusting her position on the bench. It was the first time she felt at peace in five months, the cold stone walls were welcoming. And even though she was closer to a sinner than a saint, it was like a refuge to her, a place she essentially could hide in. Not that she needed to, she was a fully grown woman but… there was still that fear. The crippling sensation that overtook her, that impaired her life in the worst of ways.<p>
Shannon flinched, swallowing over a lump in her throat. She couldn’t remember whether she’d locked the door properly. Panic started setting in, the priest’s voice going over her head as she gripped the edge of the bench.<p>
Calm down…<p>
She had to admit, she wasn’t the best at calming herself down; she never has been. There was a time before when she didn’t need to but that was a good few long, painful years in the past. She still comes back to that one night when she could have changed things, she knew that if she had come in between them it would have been different, it was all her fault and it was just too much, fuck, why is her life so fucked up?<p>
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. In… and out. Steady breaths as her hands still clutching onto the bench for dear life. Safe. She was safe here. She had to remember that. There would be no pre-Dom people here; that’s for sure. Or so she hoped, at least. She was never good at looking her past in the eye – if it wasn’t proven by when she ran into Shane.<p>
Shannon relaxed a little upon realisation that people around her started thinning out, getting up and walking to the exit. Now she could finally do what she came here for.<p>
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…”

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If Shannon had to compare Dominic to a drug, he would be heroin.<p>
“The perfect whatever drug.”<p>
Bringing euphoria back into her life. So addictive…<p>
And when you finally think it’s over, you’re done with it; you’ve been a fair few years clean it crops up again, the feelings associated with it swimming right to the surface.<p>
It has been five months since she saw him last. He changed. Obviously. She wasn’t so stupid as to think he’d forever be that sixteen year old boy. Even though sometimes she liked to persuade herself that it was the truth. That no time has passed whatsoever. That the years that have gone by, without him, walking the line between sane and not, haven’t happened. That she wasn’t fast approaching thirty.<p>
He was taller. His eyes as blue as ever, even in the dim lights of the docks. He had stubble… and looked really damn attractive.<p>
He smelled nostalgic. Like vodka. And cigarettes. She figured he was still… addicted. She chuckled, a hollow sound without any happiness in it. He was like a warped mirror to her – because while she managed to get herself out of it, he fell in twice as deep.<p>
Shannon managed to stay away from alcohol, to cut down to just casual drinking if it was required. But with Dom... it all went to shit. Her eyes were trained on his flask, as if she wanted to ask…<p>
The following Monday, she handed in her notice. And the Friday of that week she got absolutely wasted.<p>
She wasn’t proud of herself. But knowing better than back when she was a teenager, she managed to pull out. She had responsibilities now.<p>
She pulled her hair into a loose ponytail. While glad that this was now behind her, she wanted to see him again. She craved it. She craved him.<p>
She sighed, letting her feet take her wherever. She called in sick into work. She was too out of it, dazed and unable to focus.<p>
Hence the reason why she managed to bump into someone.<p>
“Excuse me…” She murmured, not paying much attention before catching sight of a familiar face. “…Shane?”

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