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AcidCupcake---x Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 2:40 pm
Welcome to the Unique Academy. You were sent here because to others you appear "corrupted" and you most likely are. This is a school for any teens who have problems, sorta like a boot camp. There are dorms that hold two people each. There can be a boy rooming with a girl or a boy rooming with a boy. It really doesn't matter. This is a very small academy so we can only hold up to twelve kids. (six girls, six guys. This may change later.) Some of you are just trouble makers others are drug addicts etc etc. There will be 8 classes:
+ Science
+ Literature
+ Pre-Calculas
+ French, Spanish, German etc
+ Language Arts
+ Art, Music, Gym, Band, Drama etc
+ History
+ Lunch
No one is allowed off campus with out adult supervision. The campus consists of a pool, small park like area, and multiple pathways you can walk along. Now that that is cleared up, Enjoy your time here!
- The Headmaster
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 3:16 pm
~ No Cybering
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AcidCupcake---x Vice Captain
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AcidCupcake---x Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 3:51 pm
 Character Positions: wahmbulance PM me to make a reservation on a position. Girls:
The Cutter- Taken/Open/Reserved
The Drunk- Taken/Open/Reserved
The Troublemaker- Taken/Open/Reserved
The Violent- Taken/Open/Reserved
The Smoker- Taken/Open/Reserved
The Runaway- Taken/Open/Reserved
Boys:
The Cutter- Taken/Open/Reserved
The Drunk- Taken/Open/Reserved
The Troublemaker- Taken/Open/Reserved
The Violent- Taken/Open/Reserved
The Smoker- Taken/Open/Reserved
The Runaway- Taken/Open/Reserved
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 4:01 pm
→Plot← Twelve kids have been sent to a special academy made just for them. They all have their problems. The cutter is depressed and, obviously, cuts his or herself. The drunk drinks achohol constantly. The troublemaker does things like pulling the fire alarm and stealing cars. The violent gets in fights all the time. The smoker, smokes weed, cigarettes, and maybe even some other drugs. And last but not least, the runaway who ran away from home and was found. All these kids are what you call "Corrupted." they have been sent to the Unique Academy to resolve these problems, either against there will or not. Maybe this school will help them alot more than they expect. They might find their true loves and will make life-long friends who understand and don't judge.
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AcidCupcake---x Vice Captain
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AcidCupcake---x Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 4:12 pm
❤ ♥ Dorms ♥ ❤ Dorm one~ Wynter Marie Valentine - Prudence Elisa Faber
Dorm two~ Azizi Muhammad Hassan - Berlyn Ahren Trϋmper
Dorm three~ Zoe Dawn Payne - ????
Dorm four~ ???
Dorm five~ ???
Dorm six~ ???
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:07 pm
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AcidCupcake---x Vice Captain
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AcidCupcake---x Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 10:39 pm
┏XXXll ━━━━━━━━ XXXll┓
╰☆╮ ωynter Ϻarie Ѵalentine ╭☆╯
┗XXXl ━━━━━━━━ XXXl ┛ Wynter Marie Valentine now being shipped off to some weird school for corrupted teens, what next? The multi-colored girl thought sarcastically and got out of her mothers car. "Be good, Marie. . . I know you'll have fun!" Her overly perky so called mom called out in a disgustingly cheerful voice, also happennig to use Winnie's least favorite nickname. "Yup, tons." Wynter turned and said in a flat voice as she rolled her amenthyst eyes. "This place appears to be just overflowing with joy." The statement was just dripping with sarcasm. Of course her mother ignored the comment and waited till Wynter had her bags out before speeding away.
With a sigh, Winnie turned back towards the school. "Here it goes. . ." She started forward with a bored expression on her pearly white face. Once inside, the lady behind a desk handed her her shedule and dorm number along with the key. Wynter murmured a small thank you before heading down the hallways.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 8:57 am
 ↪XXX℘ я υ ∂ ℯ и c ℯXX♠XXℰ ℓ ι s αXX♠XXℱ α ß ℯ яXXX↩ The Silent Observer "This is only temporary," her "father" had said."Soon we won't have to worry about it anymore." At the time, she couldn't even have guessed at what he had meant by that.
But, two weeks later, just after she had turned seventeen, she found herself being dragged to the car. It was strange. For the last two weeks, she hadn't been allowed to leave her room. Her food was brought to her, and an hour later her "mother" would come to take the plate away. Where were they taking her now? And why? What was going on?
None of her questions could have been answered before she first laid eyes on this school, several hours of driving later.
"They can help you here," her "mother" said, almost as if trying to make things better. You will never be able to fix this. Try all the hell you want. "I don't need, nor do I want, their ******** help" she growled after a moment, her arms crossed over her chest. Bitter. Pru was definitely bitter.
She got out of the car the moment they had come to a stop in front of the school without saying another word, grabbed her bags from beside where she had sitting in the back seat, and slammed the car door. Her "father" started away. Pru didn't even glance in their direction. The bastards. What the hell had they been expecting me to do? How did they want me to react? It didn't matter anymore anyway. Here she was, and here she was apparently going to stay for who freaking knew how long. What other kids would be here at this...school? It was only her first day; she didn't much care to find out just yet.
She walked inside to find a woman sitting at the front desk. Pru was handed a schedule and her dorm assignment, then pointed down the hall. Pru sighed heavily and hefted her bag onto her shoulder. "Thanks," she grumbled before she started down the hall. There was another girl heading in the same direction, she noticed, but quite a ways ahead of her. Pru didn't much want to say...really much of anything at this point. This was all complete bullshit, sending her here. Stupid parents.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 10:06 am
 ணணண ʜɵѡ ɗɵτʜ τʜє ʟɪττʟє ϲяɵϲɵɗɪʟє ணணண  ╔══════════════╗
ϲɑτєяρɪʟʟɑя
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W as it fair? Was life ever fair, was the real question at hand. With a half-heart sigh he glared at his mother from the backseat of the car. She keep jabbing on and on about how much 'he would like this new school'. As if.
His parents believed he had a problem. What a bunch of crocodile tears! He had no problem, he had only found the meaning to life threw drugs. Problem in deed! "Now Azizi-" His mother began before the boy snapped at her."Caterpillar. I no longer go by such a...Vulgar name any longer."
He huffed his arms crossed defiantly over his chest. His mother wanted to cry. How she wanted to. But her tears dried up ten years ago. "Well were here." His mother spoke as calm as she could as the car stopped in front of the new school. Azizi said nothing as he opened the car door and dragged his suitcase out slamming the door shut. "N-Now if you need me remember to call!" His mother called out on the verge of hysterics. Azizi said nothing to her only a cold look in response. "I-I love you!"
She called out once more only to have her son turn away from her and head towards the school. ணணண ɪϻρяɵɣε ʜɪʂ ʂʜɪɴɴɪɴɢ τɑɪʟɁ ணணண 
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 10:48 am
 ΩZœ Dαωη PαyηεΩ
"Remember that one time when I apologized to you?" -Alex Russo The drive to the school that Zoe was now going to start. You're doing this so I could be the "perfect child" you guys always wanted. She thought to herself as her mom pulled up in front of the school, she got out of the passenger side and went to get her suitcases out of the trunk. She wore a black dress, black gloves that go to her elbows, high heel boots that were black leather, a black lace veil to cover her face a messenger bag that had pictures of voodoo dolls on it and a necklace with a red rose on a spider web pendant. She got to the trunk and got her two suitcases, she walked in front of the car's window. "I love you sweetie." Her mom said when she opened the window.
"Later b****," Zoe said to her mother and walked away to the school.
Once she got in the school, she saw a woman at the front desk. She walked up to her and got her schedule, room number and room key. "Thanks." Zoe mumbled and walked to find her room number. Number 3. She repeated in her head and found her room, she saw two girls, but ignored them, she opened her room and walked in. She picked the bed closest to the window, she sat down and pulled out a pineapple flavored Breezer from her messenger bag and started drinking. Now this is what I call home. She thought with a smile.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 8:44 pm
-- [ ❖ ]xxBєяʟʏиxAняєиxTяϋмᴘєяxx[ ❖ ]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅xxxтнє яιᴅιcuʟousʟʏ α ʟ ʟ u я ι и ɢ αиᴅ s o ғ т - н є α я т є ᴅ тяouвʟємαкєяxxx▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁xxxxxxxx xx▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁DENIED because I'll always be here, supporting you, despite my reputation
Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Tap!
Berlyn paused at the foot of the long walkway leading up to the front steps. He pivoted, his heavy leather boots scuffed against the cement sidewalk and he hefted the strap of his black duffle a little further onto his right shoulder. The androgynous teen narrowed his eyes at the looming building ahead, his dark gaze hard and even. He loathed the place already and he hadn’t arrived no longer than five minutes ago; the greyhound bus slowly diminished into the distance, he being the last to step through the sliding door other than the middle-aged, graying driver.
Berlyn grimaced at the smell of alcohol and cigarettes on the older man’s breath and he coughed under his breath. The smoke still clung to his thin, black trench and he raised his left hand to smooth up the high collar of his coat. He circled his wrist, flexing it and feeling the black sleeve slip a little down the back of his palm, inching slowly away from his knuckles. A black onyx ring flashed on his right forefinger and Berlyn scooted his feet out as he rolled his shoulders, his feet a little more than a shoulder’s width apart. His black hair was tousled, the result of a sleepless night on the bus and his own tastes in fashion. A pair of leather collars hung loose around his neck and Berlyn tipped his head back to look up at the sky.
He knew this day was coming and he knew there wasn’t a chance in Hell that he could wiggle himself free from it; so, why try to fight? What was done was done. Berlyn tipped his gaze to the bottom of his eyes and he stared at school, his face still raised towards the sky. He lifted his left hand and pressed his palm against his brow. Sighing, he closed his eyes for a couple of heartbeats, then he dropped his hand away from his face and he righted himself, tipping his head back down to face the school directly. “There’s no use just standing here, now is there?” he murmured to himself, his voice melodious and cold — though the edges were burnt with hidden warmth begging to be released.
Berlyn shoved his left hand into his trench pocket, his black-painted nails catching the outer reaches of his sight, and he stalked towards the building, his heavy boots clunked against the path leading to the front steps and the number of chains threading across his black jeans peeked through his open coat and flashed in the dim sunlight.
ooc;; Here's a link to a picture...
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 9:55 pm
ΩZœ Dαωη PαyηεΩ
"Remember that one time when I apologized to you?" -Alex Russo Zoe took another sip of her Breezer and put it in her messenger bag that had voodoo doll pictures on it, she then stood up and put her veil in front of her face. She put her messenger bag over her shoulder, then walked out of her room and locked it. Her boot clunked with each step she took because of the heels, she walked out the front of the school and saw a guy walking towards the building. She pulled out her Breezer and lifted her veil up with one of her gloved hands and took a sip after she opened it. "Nice weather we're having," she said and closed her Breezer and put it in her messenger bag. A light breeze made her hair, black lace veil and black dress flow with it, she smiled even if he could barely see her face. "My name's Zoe Payne, but I like to be called Zo or Royal Payne." She chuckled a little because of her second nickname.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 5:10 pm
--[ ❖ ]xxBєяʟʏиxAняєиxTяϋмᴘєяxx[ ❖ ]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅xxxтнє яιᴅιcuʟousʟʏ α ʟ ʟ u я ι и ɢ αиᴅ s o ғ т - н є α я т є ᴅ тяouвʟємαкєяxxx▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ xxxxxxxxall's well that ends wellxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxso don't allow fear to keep you from tryingxxxxxxxxxxxin the whole scheme of thingsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxhowever, fate can't be helped soxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxbut I know that everything can't be perfectxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxdon't be afraid if you get▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁xxxxxxxx xx▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁DENIED because I'll always be here, supporting you, despite my reputation
Berlyn stopped beside the young woman, though he kept his gaze firmly ahead of him. He tightened his fingers around the strap of his duffle, then he slid his gaze to the far corners of his eyes and looked down at the young woman, his expression stern and humorless. He twisted around, his boots scraped against the concrete path, and he leaned down. He outstretched his left hand and he slipped it into her messenger bag, feeling around for the cool bottle.
He curled his fingers around the long neck and the left corner of his mouth pulled up into a flawless smirk. Shwip! He plucked the bottle out of the young woman’s bag and he dangled it high above his head — probably the only instance when his six foot three stature came in handy.
Berlyn tilted his head to his right, his smirk still in place, then he slowly released the bottle from his grasp. It crashed into the concrete path, shards of glass glittered dangerously and the sticky liquid washed the dirt out from the crevices in the concrete. He dropped his hand to his side and he turned away, glass cracked under his weight as he brushed past the young woman, walking down the path and to the front steps.
ooc;; Here's a link to a picture...
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 5:49 pm
ΩZœ PαyηεΩ
"Remember that one time when I apologized to you?" -Alex Russo Zoe saw the guy drop her pineapple Breezer, she lifted her veil and over her head, then walked front of him. Her magenta eyes shot daggers at the tall guy, she lifted her hand her index finger poked him on his left shoulder. "You're an incompetent, vile person for dropping my alcohol on the concrete. You vex me so," she said as she poked him with every word she said. "Next time you come between me and my alcohol again, I'll kick you in the privates so hard you won't be able to have children." She pulled her veil down over her face, turned around and walked into the building.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2010 6:13 pm
--[ ❖ ]xxBєяʟʏиxAняєиxTяϋмᴘєяxx[ ❖ ]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅xxxтнє яιᴅιcuʟousʟʏ α ʟ ʟ u я ι и ɢ αиᴅ s o ғ т - н є α я т є ᴅ тяouвʟємαкєяxxx▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ xxxxxxxxall's well that ends wellxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxso don't allow fear to keep you from tryingxxxxxxxxxxxin the whole scheme of thingsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxhowever, fate can't be helped soxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxbut I know that everything can't be perfectxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxdon't be afraid if you get▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁xxxxxxxx xx▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁DENIED because I'll always be here, supporting you, despite my reputation
Berlyn chuckled under his breath and he walked up the front steps, urging the front door open with the toe of his right boot. “You shouldn’t even be drinking,” he murmured as he tapped the door shut behind him with the heel of his boot. He gripped the strap of his duffle a little tighter and he rolled his shoulders. “Especially if you don’t want your intelligence to diminish, you dumb swine,” he breathed, shifting his left hand to touch his chest, the spot she had prodded stung and burned, and he grimaced.
He brushed past the young woman and he walked up to the woman behind the desk. She arched an eyebrow at him and he leaned against the counter. “Name?”
Berlyn sighed as he tipped his head back. “Berlyn Trümper.”
Smack!
He glanced down at the counter beside him and a key, sitting on a sheet of paper, glinted at him. He ran the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip and he crumpled the paper around the key and stuck the ball in his trench pocket. “See ya!” he tossed back to the woman behind the desk, raising his first two fingers above his left shoulder in a fleeting farewell; ignoring Zoe entirely as he headed toward the dorms.
ooc;; Here's a link to a picture...
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