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 Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 6:01 pm
 Sit Down and Listen Up!You are at the Abigail Detention Center. Unlike a normal school, where you feel like you are in a prison, this is an actual, legal prison for adolescents. This means any criminal and law-breaker under the age of 18. Any robbers, violent offenders, pick-pocketers, or any other offense under the law will be sent here to fulfill their sentence. This is no walk-in-the-park, either. You will keep up with your studies as well as behave or else face the rigid punishments set down by the center. Family visits--if anyone wants to see your sorry face--will only be on Sundays. Don't hope to see anyone, since the center is located in an isolated mountain hundred-twenty miles from the nearest town: a two hour bus ride.
Like I said--this isn't your typical high school "prison".
But what you don't know... is that students are disappearing. Fast. Something criminal is going on at the detention center. Are the guards and teachers to trust? Are they the ones behind it? Are even students behind it? Who knows...All that is known is that certain students disappear for weeks when being "detained" for ridiculous reasons. A detainee is taken away after not recycling, or talking at night, or bad-talking another student. Perhaps it's a more serious reason, like a fist-fight or vulgarity. Whatever the reason, the result is the same. They don't go through normal punishment, but instead, are put into solitary confinement for weeks. Then, the adolescent is released from the prison...or so says the teachers and guards. No one sees. No one knows for sure. But everyone can sense something is wrong...even those who are new to the system.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 7:49 pm
This Is Your New HomeClothing/Items
Gray button up shirt, white under shirt. Gray pants.
Laundry Monday, Wednesday, Friday.
Items can consist of any personal items from home that are not weapons, containing vulgarity, or electronics.
Dorms
One set of bunk-beds per room.
One desk. One chair. One toilet. One barred window that looks into the court yard or the forest outside the center.
Walled with a door that opens outwardly. White walls. Tile floor.
Panic button on the left of the door (alerts guard that the room needs immediate assistance).
15 feet by 15 feet.
Prisoners of similar ages and of the same gender will be bunkmates.
One trunk per prisoner for their personal belongings. Tape if they wish to put up pictures on the wall.
Doors are locked from the outside from nights-out until morning roll call, otherwise inmates can visit each others' rooms.
Classes
Each student takes a general studies class. There are three divisions: A, B, or C. "C" is the lowest education, mostly for the younger inmates (13-14). "B" is the average education, mostly for the intermediate inmates (15-16). "A" is for the higher education, mostly for the older inmates (17-18 ). However, the actual level of intelligence matters more than age, (ie: an 17-year-old who had little education may be placed in the C class)
An application test is given to the inmate before placement.
Additional to these general classes, each student is required to take an elective. The following are the classes they may choose from:
- Art (drawing, photography, painting, clay, etc)
- Gym (Soccer, basketball, football, etc)
- Creative Writing (poetry/fiction/nonfiction)
- Computer sciences (Programming, Java Script, Photoshop, etc)
- Music (Instrument playing)
Area
These are places/rooms of the detention center.
1st Floor- Mess Hall, Inside Gym Room, Auditorium, Visiting Rooms
2nd Floor- Art Room, Computer Lab, Library, Class Rooms, Counselor Rooms
3rd Floor- All Delinquent Dorms
The court yard enclosed by the detention building is accessible on the first floor. This court yard has basketball hoops, one soccer net, one tree, a small garden, play-balls, and a few picnic tables.
Daily Schedule
Monday through Saturday Schedule:
8:00-8:30AM: Morning Wake-Up and Roll Call.
8:30-9:15AM: Breakfast in the Mess Hall.
9:30-12:00PM General Studies Class.
12:00-12:45PM Lunch in the Mess Hall.
1:00-3:00PM Elective Class.
3:00-6:00PM Free Time.
6:00-6:45PM Dinner in the Mess Hall.
7:00-9:30PM Stay In Rooms/Homework.
9:30 PM Lights out.
The Sunday Schedule:
8:00-8:30AM: Morning Wake-Up and Roll Call.
8:30-9:15AM: Breakfast in the Mess Hall.
9:30-12:00PM Meeting with Counselor (Meeting varies with individuals)
12:00-12:45PM Lunch in the Mess Hall.
12:45-6:00PM Freetime/Visiting Hours.
6:00-6:45PM Dinner in the Mess Hall.
7:00-9:30PM Stay In Rooms/Homework.
9:30 PM Lights out.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:03 pm
These Are The Rules[1] Obey the TOS and Guild Rules. [2] I am the main guard of this thread so what I say is law as well. [3] Proper grammar. A decent three-paragraph post that moves the plot along. [4] No Godmoding. [5] Before your profile in the PM, write the the time lunch is for the inmates. [6] Post frequently, and if you are going to be gone for an extended time, let me know ahead of time. [7] Versify your character and make him/her unique. A typical bad-boy is boring, or a typical "I was framed!" character is bleh. Make them 3D and realistic. They are better that way, I promise! [8] I'm in control of the time and day. I'll post updates of this as the roleplay progresses. [9] Make your post pleasing to look at, but not distracting. [10] I may/can add more rules later.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:21 pm
Admissions...You know what you did to get here, but let us in on it too. Student Profile[imgleft]YOUR CHARACTER PICTURE[/imgleft][color=POSTCOLOR]
[b]UserName:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Alias:[/b] (optional)
[b]Age:[/b] (13-18)
[b]D.O.B.:[/b]
[b]Blood Type:[/b] (Use Google if you need help)
[b]Crime:[/b]
[b]Sentence:[/b] (how many years are you in for?)
[b]Time Spent:[/b] (How long have you been in the prison?)
[b]Biography:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Family/Friends:[/b]
[b]General Studies Division:[/b] (A, B, C)
[b]Elective Course:[/b] (Art, Gym, Creative Writing, Computer Sciences, or Music Learning)
[b]Hobbies:[/b]
[b]Theme Song:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b]
[/color] Fill out one (or more, if you can handle more than one character) and send it to me in a PM. Title your PM with "Student Records" or "Teacher Application". Include in the subject header the title of the center as well. Student Dorms Match-UpGirls' Room:Room 311: Angela Rose Wazelewski / Naomi Renee Stanton Boys' Room:Room 313: Daniel Jackson / Felix Regi Room 315: Derek Hastbenner / Jacob William Anderson Teacher SectionGeneral StudiesMiss Roberts -- Division A Mr. Patterson -- Division B Electives:NPC.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:26 pm
The Student Enrollment 
UserName: The Twinge
Character Name: Daniel Jackson
Alias: Danny, Pro
Age: 16
D.O.B.: January 2nd
Blood Type: Type A
Crime: Rape and Assault
Sentence: Originally three years, but year for assault
Time Spent: three years
Biography: Danny is the youngest of three children from a well-off family in the suburbs. In 9th grade, he went from the scrawny Mario-Kart player to a hot stud without even realizing it. Still in immaturity, he dated around the numerous of girls who popped up with crushes. One of which was Jessica Hess. He dated her for only a week when she became to profess feelings of love. He broke up with her as soon as he realized she was way too crazy for him to handle. A week later, he was called down to the principal’s office. Apparently, Jessica accused Danny of raping her at a party the weekend before, a party Danny was not at. An escalating of events bring Danny to the court, where fake-evidence planted by Jessica and her loon friends begin to convince even Danny’s supportive parents that he committed the crime. The judge, pitying Danny, sentenced him to the minimum of three years in the juvenile detention center. Six months into the program, Danny started a fight with a gang of boys who mocked Danny for the rape he didn’t even commit. This added on another year to his sentence. Since then, he’s been known as the isolated and angered loner who strikes out if you accuse him of his crimes.
Personality: Despite his developing temper, Danny is a normal teenage boy. He wants to fit in, but lost hope of finding a place in the detention center. From his family and friends, he feels abandoned. He is extremely sensitive and distrustful because of this.
Family/Friends: Two older sisters, Rebecca and Lisa. All his friends haven’t contacted him since he entered the center. He made good friends with his counselor, however, and is probably why he hasn’t tried to kill himself in the desolate place he is in.
General Studies Division: Division A.
Elective Course: Art Classes.
Hobbies: When he was out of the jail, he played a lot of Nitendo video games, such as Mario-Kart and Melee. He also played computer games. But since then, he’s taken up art to release his inner stress through a paint brush instead of through his fists.
Theme Song: “Hello My Name Is Your TV” by Ludo
Other: He’s extremely soft spoken, or he’s screaming. He doesn’t have a middle ground or build up.
UserName: Mad Hatters Revenge
Character Name: Angela Rose Wazelewski
Alias: The Hare, Angel, Rose,
Age: 18
D.O.B.: April 1st
Blood Type: O positive
Crime: I was accused of 2nd degree murder.
Sentence: 5 years, they never had solid proof that my story was a lie.
Time Spent: 1 year
Biography: My younger years aren't important. They don't matter anymore, and anyone involved other than one good friend, likes to pretend I no longer exist. So in my mind, they don't need to exist either. Last year, I turned 17, it was a great day. My mother, father, sister and I all went out for dinner, to the movies, it was nice, it was normal. What you don't know is that my sister was older than me. She hated being older, she hated that I was smarter, she hated that I had so many friends, she hated everything about me. What she hated the most, was that I was daddy's girl. He took me out fishing, played catch, soccer, football in the backyard with me, we were best friends. She was mommy's little girl, but apparently not having both of their affection anymore wasn't enough. The day after my birthday, I went to school, my sister stayed home sick. Mom was working late, dad got home early to make sure dinner would be done for everyone and that my sister was okay. I walked in the house to a blood bath. She'd offered to help him cook dinner, and apparently he told her to just relax and feel better, that he'd have me help when I got home. So she took a butcher knife, and she stabbed him, I don't know how many times, all I know is most of the kitchen floor was covered in blood when I walked in. So much that I slipped and fell in it. She was just standing there, covered in it, staring at me like I was horrible. The knife was still sticking out of my dad’s back, and without realizing what I was doing, I pulled it out and did what she'd done to our father. By the time my mother got home, I was curled up in the corner, sobbing, carving lines into my forearm. To everyone else, it looked like I'd slaughtered by father and sister. However they couldn't disprove my defense because my sisters prints were on the knife. So they negotiated, I was a minor, I wasn't crazy though, I passed all their tests, so instead of getting an insanity plea, I got landed here. In this place that feels like hell. This place that keeps me from harming myself farther. The place that keeps me from facing what happened.
Personality: Outgoing, smart, blunt/straight forward, closed off; I find it beyond difficult to trust anyone, could you after your own sister killed your father and then your mother doesn't believe you?
Family/Friends: I had some, but they're all convinced I'm insane and guilty. Except one, he still loves me, he still write me letters, he's in the army so he can't visit. But he knows I'm didn't lose it. He knows I'm innocent. He'll accept me back when I get out.
General Studies Division: A
Elective Course: Gym
Hobbies: Exercising,listening to music, singing, sports.
Theme Song: Lights Out - Breaking Benjamin
Other: I have an anger problem. Mostly when people accuse me of things I didn't do. When people refuse to believe that I'm telling the truth. It's why I don't like going to the counselor, I have to fight not to start screaming at her.
UserName:Lady Elizabeth Greyfox
Character Name: Naomi Renee Stanton
Alias: Nay
Age: 16
D.O.B.: Jan. 13, 1994
Blood Type: O+
Crime: Heroin Possession
Sentence: 5 years and a $35,000 fine
Time Spent: 6 months
Biography: Naomi was the perfect daughter until her father committed suicide. The trauma of watching her father blow his brains out sent her from straight As and Honors society to straight Cs and various trips to a mental hospital. She developed a severe case of schizophrenia. Though she was on Geodon, she used Heroine to help her through the hallucinations more often than not. From the time she was 13 she was an addict. That was until the day she couldn't get any and her mother witnessed her worst hallucination yet coupled with a withdrawal. The police were called, and there was no question as to whether she was doing it or not. They found her stash in a box under her bed. Naomi was convicted, but this being her first offense, and her need for her Geodon, she was sent tho Abigail Detention Center.
Personality: Quiet, but curious. She has an observant eye and a slight disregard for rules when she can get away with it.
Family/Friends: Her mother, Jenna Stanton
General Studies Division: B
Elective Course: Art
Hobbies: Drawing, she likes to draw comics.
Theme Song: Savin' Me - Nickleback
Other: She enjoys writing, as long as it's her own ideas. She also supports almost any rumors that come her way, just to get a kick out of them.
UserName: x Second Setback x
Character Name: Felix Regi
Age: 18
D.O.B.: March 10, 1992
Blood Type: A-
Crime: Breaking And Entering - 3rd offence.
Sentence: 2 years
Time Spent: 8 months
Biography: Felix doesn't know much about his past, other than he was raised by his father only. Records show that his mother did not practice safe pregancey practises and caused slight errors in Felix's brain when it was developing. Due to this, Felix now says he has 'duo personalities'. This isn't another person, but another personality that surfaced in Felix when he was a child and has remained to cause conflict between who he is as Felix, and who this other voice is that he has named Robert.
While his father has struggled all life long with taking Felix to numerous therapists, he just could not stop it. Now, confused with who he is, Felix has managed to stumble into three different homes in the middle of the night claiming that these houses are his home. Normally, a person with Felix's mental issues would be removed from normal society and placed in a place more suited for him, but his father is on his last hope. So in desperation, Mr. Regi has decided to let his son go to 'jail' to try once more to save his son and help him find who he is as only Felix.
Personality: Since Felix has duo personalities (his second being Robert), it's hard to classify him. Normally he's talkative and obedient; however, Felix is known to be more upbeat and friendly while Robert is found sarcastic and bitter.
Family/Friends: Matthew Regi: his father that is trying his hardest to help his son get through this.
Samantha Doe: His mother that left him as soon as he was born.
Laura Smith: A childhood friend who still visits him time to time and brings him small drawings as gifts.
General Studies Division: A
Elective Course: Creative Writing
Hobbies: Writting fictional stories, Tapping out beats with his finger...something about the rhyme calms him, and he loves to play volleyball even though he can't serve at all.
Theme Song: "Who I Am Hates Who I've Been" by Relient K
Other: To help Felix deal with the second voice, he uses a stuffed bear that he calls 'Robert' as well to put a face to the voice. This bear is always carried around by Felix so he doesn't feel so alone and like a freak. Also know that Robert's voice is slightly deeper than Felix's. 
UserName: Leid
Character Name: Derek Hastbenner
Alias: N/A
Age: 17
D.O.B.: March 10th
Blood Type: AB
Crime: Possession with intent to distribute [Marijuana, and Lysergic acid diethylamide], aggravated assault, petty theft, and breaking probation.
Sentence: 4 years
Time Spent: 6 months
Biography: Coming from a broken home, Derek, was raised mostly by his older brother while living in the care of his elderly grandmother. They had visits with their parents, but none of them were all that pleasant or interesting. Most days Derek would cut class to go smoke and drink with other students, with his brother, or sometimes just by himself. At first this was only met with a stern warning, but when he was caught in possession of and distributing illegal narcotics he was given a strict Probation. His teen years were a downward spiral of heavier drugs, shop lifting and frequent violence. Multiple accounts of breaking his probation and continuing to go about his life as if the punishment placed upon him didn't have the desired effect he was sentenced to several years at the correctional facility.
Personality: While he isn't a particularly mean young man, Derek, can be rather catty when he feels he needs to be, when he's not catty and cold he can be clingy and overly affectionate.
Family/Friends: He sometimes gets visits from his brother, John, but his grandmother is too feeble, and his parents are too pissed off to visit. Any friends that he had on the outside were never close enough to have the friendship survive something like this.
General Studies Division: B, because he doesn't apply himself.
Elective Course: Music
Hobbies: tba
Theme Song: Shut Me Up by MSI
Other: tba
UserName: The Twinge
Character Name: Jacob William Anderson
Alias: Jake
Age: 17
D.O.B.: April 15th
Blood Type: Type O
Crime: Arson
Sentence: Until he’s 18
Time Spent: One day (and counting)
Biography: Jake grew up in white suburbia, miles away from the juvenile detention center. He was the only child of a prestigious mother who gathered her wealth from a rich ex-husband, Jake’s “father.” They lived in the better-off of the suburbs, but Miss Anderson brought home many male suitors and went out nearly every night to get high with different groups. This was always the life for Jake. But, Jake found that he could be take the attention of those around him. When he was in third grade, he made a short story about a spider that spun webs so high in the air that the webs captured blue birds and other fowl. The teacher was impressed by his imagination. In his art class in fifth grade, he made a charcoal picture of a very detailed toenail. It is still on the wall of the art room. Jake found that he could excel in almost anything he tried. He loved the attention. He found he could charm the girls in middle school. He saw his first “female privates” when he was in the seventh grade, and you don’t want to know what he did in the eighth. In high school, he found he could do the same with guys.
The feeling of empowerment just escaladed. He excelled in all his classes. Everyone loved him or hated him, there was no in between. He eventually cultivated his love of fire. Burning something was the epitome of overpowering and destroying something. He started his habit his freshman year, but like everything else he did, it grew and grew until it was too much for the law to ignore. The small paper fires he made in his trashcan was ignored by neighbors, friends, and his mother until he took his mother’s pampered Siberian cat and burned it. Not just light it on fire, but tied the cat’s legs to spikes in the dirt of his backyard and put a wood fire under the cat. And he watched the cat burn and cry throughout the night, while his mother was busy in the city. When she came home….she called the cops. And now, he’s at the detention center.
Personality: Charming, yet manipulative. He enjoys grabbing the attention of others and drawing them into his vortex of a soul. He is actually very loyal to his friends too, if you can get close enough for him to call you a “friend.”
Family/Friends: Miss Jessica Anderson, his not-so-motherly mother.
Ashley Long, his very loyal courtesan (who doesn’t realize that’s what she is)
General Studies Division: A
Elective Course: Musical Learning
Hobbies: Aside from setting fires? It varies so much…he has too many to name. If he’s without anything but his person, he tends to go into intellectual conversations. If he’s by himself, he’ll tend to hum himself songs.
Theme Song: “There Is A Reason These Tables Aren’t Numbered” by Panic! At the Disco
Other: Therapists at the detention center are beginning to think he is Narcissist and/or a Psychopath.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:31 pm
School Rumors(Real or Fake? These are just things said in the hallways, scribbled on the walls, or passed in notes...could be just talk....could be something big.) The cafeteria cooks spit in the soup!There is a book in the library that has a note that tells you how to escape the detention center. Apparently in some history book.The guards are kidnapping the hottest students to sell them on the sex-market. Spread the word.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:34 pm
UPDATESMay 2ndPosting has begun! March 25thRoleplay is open! Send in your application ASAP. (Because you KNOW you wanna go to kiddie jail)
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 7:18 pm
ATTENTION!
It's Monday October 4th.
Time 1200.
Get your lunch or else you wait until dinner.
Listen Well, Work Hard, and Always Obey.
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 7:34 pm
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Three hours of intensive Trigonometry...what the hell? It wasn't Danny who was failing to get the math, but the rest of the class. Especially the three boys in the back, who just make passes at their teacher--Miss Roberts--the entire class session. How these idiots made it to Division A classes. It was annoying. Disgustingly annoying. And it made him uncomfortable. The teenage boy scuffed his hair with every little, "I woulda done that to her..." remark or the "I bet Miss Roberts likes to..." sneer. It was getting ridiculous. She was a new teacher this year, which pleased Danny--since he's been there for three years. He had grown sick of Mr. Bruno last year. Agh. That man was annoying to listen to speak. Luckily, Miss Roberts is a nice woman. Who seems to care. Not about what those idiots in the corner think, but about the education for the inmates.
He picked up his notebook paper, which was filled with delicious doodles of those three boys being eaten by snakes or Sirens. He would rip up the paper at lunch, to avoid any punishment that may befall him for such a piece of art. He stood up just as the announcement was made for lunch, but because he seated him so far in the back of the classroom, he didn't leave the room right away. He was small, too. A weak boy. His thin frame made it easy for the bulky boys in his class to push past him. Even some of the girls could walk all over him. He didn't care. He kept his scowl on his face; his only defense.
He got to the cafeteria last, once again. Everyone was finding places to sit, with a possy or gang or circle of friends...depending on the people. Danny didn't have any of that. None of that would do. He just found a table, sat down, and if he was kicked out, he would glare. And glare hard. With his dark, dark orbs of hate and brown. And they left him alone. He was so small people wondered how he got into the prison in the first place. He was sixteen, honest, but he looked fourteen or even thirteen. Being so small meant that if you could look mean and tough, people believed it. Because you were in the prison for a reason. And if you looked scary, most likely, you were.
Still, he never sat with girls. And today, every table seemed to have a table with some female at it. Agh. He would sit against a wall, then, which wasn't uncommon. Many newbies did it on the first day or week, too afraid to assimilate with the social life. And though he wasn't a newbie, he didn't mind acting like one if it meant he didn't have to go near one of those...things.
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BOOM
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Posted: Sun May 02, 2010 8:28 pm
 [ [ Say it to me and I'll leave this life behind me. ] ]
Heaven's gates won't open up for me.
With these broken wings I'm fallin',
And all I see is you. Naomi itched to be out of her general studies class. Next was lunch, which was never good, and then came her one joy. She loved her art class. It was the only thing that kept her sane in this wretched place, besides her Geodon that is. She frowned at her paper as she glanced at the clock out of the corner of her eye. She knew if Mr. Patterson caught her looking she'd be in trouble.
Patterson was a doddering old fart with a mean disposition. He made sure to torment them any chance he got, though he did play favorites. The sad thing was, Naomi could have been in A Division, had she not let her grades fall to Cs in regular high school. But, such was life. Or such was her lot in life. She stifled a sigh and went back to drawing in the margins of her scrap paper. A battle between a Cerebrus and a girl was depicted. In her hand was a mere sword as she dodged the three headed mutt.
Naomi had had practice drawing ever since her father died. It was her medium to put her feelings out there. Only one of her shrinks had ever figured that out. Unfortunately it was the one she'd been switched to just before she'd been arrested for heroine possession. It would figure that once she found someone to understand her, she was caught red handed with the one thing she regretted.
Finally the signal for lunch sounded and Naomi was free to leave her darkened memories. She threw the scrap sheet away and headed for the mess hall. She let out a long breath as she grabbed something to eat and found a seat in an area that was relatively vacant. She sat down and began to pick at her food. It wasn't that she was antisocial, she'd talk if spoken to, it was that she didn't want to fall in with anyone here. She had full intentions of doing her time and going home to be a better person. She wanted to be clean. She never wanted to touch heroine or any other drug ever again. Detox was hell and she couldn't imagine doing it over. So she sat on her own, minding her own business as usual. These city walls ain't got no love for me.
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story,
And oh I scream for you.
[ [ Say it if it's worth saving me. ] ]
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 11:41 am
~I am the venom in your skin~
One thing Angela hated more than her trigonometry class, was the guys eyeballing and mumbling about the new teacher. For a girl who has no problem looking at both sexes equally, it made it very difficult for her to actually pay attention and take notes when all she could think about was whatever the boys behind her were thinking about doing to the teacher in front of her. More than once she messed up an equation on the board and had to go back and start all over. The bell for lunch couldn’t ring fast enough, not that she had any strong desire to be in that crowded cafeteria, but at least she could ignore what anyone was saying around her much easier than in this quiet classroom.
Stuffing her notebooks in her black messenger back, she threw it on her shoulder and made her way out of the room as quickly as she could manage to get away from them before they began going into more detail about what they wanted to do to the teacher. The only rush being that after lunch, it would be time for gym, which meant she could vent all her pent up energy and feel much more relaxed and at peace. It made her feel weird, she wondered if anyone else here had managed to find at least some point of the day, somewhere in this hell hole that wasn’t as bad as the rest of it. Something that actually felt like it was helping them get better. Not that she needed to get better from anything, she just needed to not lose her temper on the students around her.
Grabbing something to eat, she looked around for one of the only people she knew, and could really stand for longer than five minutes. Mostly because she had no choice, if you didn’t get along with your roommate you were miserable. Finally, her eyes found the dark head of hair and green eyes she was looking for. Placing her things on the table, she sat across from her with a small smile. “Hey hun, how was class?”. Normally the question and answers were always the same, but it felt odd not to try and make it seem like maybe someday, one of them would have a happy answer, or find something new to actually discuss.
Before she could hear the girls response, a few of the boys from her class proceeded to seat themselves at their table, since apparently they’d gotten in too late to find a spot with their own kind. She didn’t know their names, nor did she care to find them out. However the one who sat next to her decided that she and Naomi were a much better subject than whatever they’d been rambling about before. “Oh hey, I know these two. The druggie and the psycho killer. I wonder which one will snap on the other first.” She wanted to hit him, but the last time she’d hit someone, she’d spent more time alone in a small room, missing her gym class, which she didn’t want to give up today. So instead, she picked up her apple, despite it being her favorite part of her meal, and threw it at him. He dodged it, which sent it flying past him towards one of the boys sitting against the wall. Cursing under her breath, she glared at them, “Either get lost, or when I get back with that apple I will shove it somewhere you won’t enjoy.”
Standing, she rushed over to the innocent target of her anger, and kneeled to retrieve the apple from him. She recognized him from her trig class, his name something that started with a D….Damien? Dominick? Daniel? She couldn’t remember, so she decided to just not use a name. “Sorry, I was aiming for the a*****e sitting next to me, I didn’t mean to hit you. I didn’t hit you in the face or anything did I?”
~And now your life, is broken~
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 3:23 pm
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Danny sat by his lonesome against the uneven brick wall and on the dirty floor. It was meatloaf today with your choice of a side. He got fries. He was eating them with slight interest, pushing his fork around the mushy meatloaf as if to decide if he really wanted to take another bite. He would, then eat a fry, and return back to the question. Do I really want to eat this? Each day spent in this prison dragged on and on. He wanted to be free. Good lord he wanted to be free.
Sucked in his own thought, the apple that smacked into his knee pushed him back into reality. He stared at a girl he recognized from his class. He had learned everyone's names. "Oh...no. It's fine."
"Oooh! Be care there! Pro is gonna go after you later this night for--"
"SHUT UP!" Cried Danny. He took the first thing he had and threw it at the arrogant boys. Just as he released the crumpled paper, he realized he had crumpled up the paper that contained his violent doodles. Depicting death and whatnot. Oh dear...as soon as his hand released he ran after the paper ball, pushing past Angela as he went. The ball, because Danny lacks any sort of baseball skill, ended up hitting Naomi. He froze. The paper was on Naomi's tray. He stared at it. Then at her. This sickening fear was in his eyes. A fear that was almost indescribable. As if his eyes were trying to burn the paper or command her to give it to him.
[[Short post...meh]]
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 3:58 pm
[ [ Say it to me and I'll leave this life behind me. ] ]
Heaven's gates won't open up for me.
With these broken wings I'm fallin',
And all I see is you. Naomi had looked up and smiled as Angela had come over to talk to her. Okay, she'd lied. She enjoyed Angela's daily questions. Sure their talks were the same every day, but at least she knew she could count on them. It was a slight oasis in the middle of the desperate time she spent between lunch and Art. She thought she'd be okay until they were bombarded by idiocy. She sighed as Angela threw her apple, missing the kid entirely. Instead she hit someone against the wall.
She listened as they taunted her. "You should hush or it won't be an apple next time." She said quietly. It was then that a paper wad bounced over her shoulder and landed on her tray. She picked it up before any of the others could reach over and snatch it. Despite the look on his face, she turned and unfurled it. A smirk quirked at her lips as she looked at the rather violent drawings. This was Danny, from her art class. She'd have to ask about the doodles later. She stood, taking her tray with her as she walked over to where Angela and Danny were by the wall. She held out the re-crumbled paper wad to him.
"I've imagined worse." Naomi said simply. She looked at Angela and nodded to her as she let Danny have his paper back. "You might not want to throw that again. It could get you into trouble." She turned and settled down to sit next to him. "Don't mind, do you?" She asked as an after thought. She wasn't too thrilled about knocking up the regular two-some to a three-some, but it was better sitting over here then hanging around with Tweedledum, Tweedledumber, et al. She looked up at Angela to gauge whether or not she'd sit with her and try and make small talk with Danny. These city walls ain't got no love for me.
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story,
And oh I scream for you.
[ [ Say it if it's worth saving me. ] ]
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 9:48 am
~I am the venom in your skin~
Everything happened so quickly she almost had a hard time keeping up with what had happened. He’d thrown a crumbled piece of paper at them, and displaying his own aiming skills, hit Naomi instead. Glad that her roomie understood it had been an accident, and was even kind enough to return the piece of paper to him, she let out a sigh of relief as the problem that had come up quickly simmered down. When the girl settled down next to the boy, Angela shrugged her shoulders, leaving only to retrieve her food and bag, before the boys could go through her things, and plopped herself down on the other side of him. Not before throwing the boys a death glare of course, making it perfectly clear that if they didn’t get the hint, things other than apples and paper really would be heading in their direction.
The boy had two new friends during this lunch block whether he liked it or not, after all, she didn’t feel like fighting for their table back, or even fighting for a spot at one of the others. Brushing off her apple on her sleeve, glad that it only had one small ding in it from the throw, she took a bite, chewing most of it before jumping into conversation. “This is Naomi,” she said, nodding to the other girl next to him, “I’m Angela, I know we’ve got trig together but I don’t pay attention to anyone’s names in there.” There, now he’d know she had no idea what his name was, and she didn’t have to try and act like she did. “Yours starts with a D though I think, right?”
Angela had decided that if the boys were right, and this kid wasn’t someone they could trust, well…she had the tendency to bite back, so she really wasn’t all that worried about it. He wasn’t any bigger than she was, so the last thing she was worried about was him trying to do anything to her, or Naomi for that matter. “Why do they call you Pro?” She asked, figuring it was probably a very stupid and mean reason behind it, but she was curious none the less. Normally nick names here were given based on why you were here. Pro, was one she hadn’t heard yet.
~And now your life, is broken~
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 7:02 pm
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Danny's heart thumped into his stomach. He almost imagined the teacher's response of sending him to solitary confinement would have been more appropriate. He took the paper and immediately torn it up. And torn it up again. Again and again. The paper flakes fell around him, and he left the mess at the table and returned to his lonely seat by the wall. To his surprise, the girls followed him. Agh. He didn't want to deal with this. He didn't want to deal with this.
He fiddled with his fries, squashing the greasy skin to feel the density of the potato meat. They were surrounding him. Agh. The guys were watching him too, making their comments and jokes. He hated them. He hated them all. But still...he couldn't be rude. Not when they had been so nice to him.
And he knew them both. Naomi was on of the many in his art classes. And then Angela was in his general studies class. He seen both of them, but he had kept his distance. But now...here he was. "Danny." He said bluntly. He ate one fry in one chew. "And they call me Pro because I am...ah...popular with girls." He shrugged. The pretty bleeding heart was popular even in the prison. "But I don't, ah, like the nickname. Just call me...Danny."
[[x__x This character is getting so hard to roleplay... Not your faults, but bear with me as I try to settle in with his personality.]]
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