Realistic or Modern Juvenile Academy for the Malicious (JAM)

[Tempestral]

"We're sorry to inform you that your child's mental evaluation was concluded for them to have some complications with their mental state. We would like to offer you a free of charge opportunity for them to attend our facility and give them a chance to reform, and to avoid any future occurrences. Please consider our offer; thank you for your time."

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[Tempestral]

So today was the day that Kael would officially be recognized as a "juvenile delinquent" as most others called it. Normal- what was it like to really be called such a thing? His whole life he'd only thought that whoever you were and whatever you did was only normal, yet different from the actions of other people. Nothing too bad, right? He walked up to the prison-like building with no hesitation, since not fearing any future events that awaited him and everyone else who planned on attending.


He swung open the doors only to be introduced to a clean, and rather empty hall. It was silent as well- odd. "Have I taken a wrong turn and made a stop at the local institution?" he thought to himself with a genuinely curious tone. The only way he could disprove this irrational thought was to search for the classroom number that him and all the rest would be attending- 36A. His eyes wandered and searched for the sign as he made his way down the seemingly endless corridor, but he eventually found it.


He entered, expecting there to be numerous people sitting at the tables, flinging their school supplies around- that's what people like him were made out to be, right? Even so, the classroom was empty. What a surprise, he would now be known as something he'd truly come loathe in a normal school. Teacher's pet. Maybe the others wouldn't take notice of his early arrival.






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@Gilmoregirl12

@DranboltSAS97

@Ghost

@mikaluvkitties

@khloerose
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[mikaluvkitties]

Conner opened one of the doors to the 'school' just enough that he could slip in without making this much noise. He said 'school' because sure, it was a place to learn, but it was also going to be full of kids who had mental issues and had done criminal things- they'd be trying to rehabilitate them and all in all the scheme sounded a lot like a long term mental facility- he wondered if he'd have to attend group while he was here. It was still steps up from jail, though, and as much as he wanted to bitch about being here it was his fault for getting caught.


He'd arrived early, he knew, but only because he'd decided to get up early to see his last free sunrise for at least a year. At least he wasn't in jail, though. As Conner began the search for room number 36A, he repeated internally 'better than jail, better than jail ', decidedly his new mantra. By the time he had found the classroom the words had lost all meaning, but he was feeling calmer. He was early so he just allowed his face to relax, positive that nobody else would be at the school at this godawful hour.


He opened this door in a similar manner to the entrance door, ready to find a seat in the room, and noticed almost immediately a fellow student in the room. At least, he thought they were a student since they didn't look old enough to be a teacher. He decided to file away that tidbit of information in case it could serve a purpose down the line. He slipped on a smile, and tried to relax so he wouldn't look as defensive before moving to the middle of the room to take a seat.

 

[khloerose]

Serenity had a complete mental conversation with herself as she pushed open one of the doors to the 'asylum', as she saw it as. She looked down at her hand which had 36A written in red pen that was slowly fading away. Serenity followed the numbers on the door; 35A, so that means that 36A should be right across the hall, she thought, turning her body so she was facing the appropriate classroom.


Before actually entering, she inwardly groaned and ran her fingers through her hair, thinking things through. It wasn't my fault, I don't belong here.. I'm not crazy like all these other children. Speaking of which, where is everyone? She assumed some to already be inside the room and ran her fingers through her hair once more, a nervous habit of hers. Serenity sucked in her cheeks and finally made the choice to go through the door.


She eyed the two in the class already suspiciously, per say she did have PPD. Not wanting to give away her disorder, Serenity smiled at the two. If she was going to be here for some time, it was at least a good idea to make friends, or if not friends, acquaintances. Her eyes went to the front of the classroom, where no one stood. It was just the three of them. She found a spot in the back by the wall, smack in the centre where she would be able to see everything. Serenity propped her head up with her elbow on the desk, unconsciously spinning one of the rings on her left hand.

 

[Brainess]

Alayna, being in her cheerful state, freely and happily entered the school-- the school for mentally ill (?) people. She didn't care though, everything she cared about was going away from those people, no numbers, alphabets and other 'weird' stuff. With her auburn hair swinging freely, she walked in the hall, it was quiet, she can only hear her steps. "Am I already late?" she talked to herself. She then started finding her first class, 36A. "34A .... 35A... 36-Ahah!" she grinned as she found her room. Smiling, she opened it and saw 3 people inside. "Hi everyone!" she greeted and get inside the room.

 

[Tempestral]

Kael tapped his finger harshly on the desk before him, the girl that had just entered the room was rather peppy, and he despised it. "Do you have to be so loud?" he questioned with an agitated tone, him having tried his best not to slam his fist on the hard wooden desk that was provided for him as well as all the other students who would soon arrive in the classroom. This wasn't the only thing he didn't like, he also wasn't very fond of the fact that people were smiling his way when they entered the room- were they trying to provoke him? Yes, smiling was a simple greeting, but he hated it.

This was going to be an absolutely horrid year if all he was met with were smiling buffoons who decided to make their emotions prominent to everyone around them. It was a foolish thing to be irritated by, but after all- he did have slight anger issues. He'd been provoked for most of his life, and having people shout and scream was most certainly not the first thing he wanted to hear especially at this time.


Kael usually wasn't one to express his anger so freely. Maybe he did so because he knew he was surrounded by people who have done the things that he has? Maybe not exactly what he did, but have at least broken some part of the law to have been sent here.
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@Immortal Pizza

 

[spectro]

Luna FenderTerrified


Luna stepped out of the cab. It was a rather windy day, and her slowly fading purple coloured hair blew into her eyes. She tucked it neatly behind her ear and made a mental note to tie it up later. On the outside, the building looked almost intimidating. Of course she was scared. She had regretted everything she had done to get herself in there. Couldn't the Jury see that? She blinked before the tears came again. Or maybe she should let them come. No one cared who she was in here. No one.


Once inside, Luna was taken aback by the pristine cleanness of the place. She expected it to be dirty, grimy and scary. But, how could she not? This was her worst nightmare, and she expected nothing short of a mythical mental asylum. Blinking at white walls, which matched her own outfit, she stepped forward. Before she had left, her Mother had given her a set of instructions. Don't talk to anyone, don't draw attention to yourself and for God sakes Luna, do as you're told. Luna didn't intend to break any of these rules. She wanted to be out of there as soon as possible, and showing good behaviour was the best way.


36A was where the God-awful journey would begin. With strangers and madness and humiliation. She shook her head of the daunting thoughts as she stood outside of the pale room. She breathed in a desperate breath and walked inside. The room was pathetically empty. Silent. She gulped and took a seat by herself. She didn't want to talk to anyone; not yet. Maybe not ever. But the least she could do was put on a smile and pretend everything was okay.

 

[mikaluvkitties]

The other boy in the room sounded pretty peeved- he said it was about the noise level, but the girl hadn't really been all that loud. He thought about what else had occurred in the room after he had entered and couldn't think of anything that could cause any annoyance- all they'd done was smile. Maybe that was it. He let his smile fall at a slow pace, slow enough it would hopefully not be noticed.


A girl entered silently and smiled. That, he thought, could be bad. Hopefully it wouldn't cause any unfortunate events.

 

[spacepossum]

Austin Garrett Reinhardt

With his backpack on his back of all necessary items that they weren't going to take away, a male in his mid teens cautiously made his way down the hall, his hands holding his elbows in a semi-crossed arms position. This place was very unnerving to him, as the filter cartridge of his e-cigarette bobbed on his tongue. Ever since the arson-related accident, he had disposed of any use of traditional smoking, both for his throat as well as them now bringing back horrid and scarring memories that had earned him some small jail time of mere accusations. Anyways, e-cigarettes were better for you, and they came in a wide variety of colors and flavors. Today's cartridge was strawberry and probably one of his favorites.


The tall male slipped out a small piece of paper from his pocket, and it read 'classroom 36A' in a sort of standard printing. His destination to an eternal hell was probably 10x worse than juvenile hall, because this was just full of all people crazy, and he wasn't crazy. He had told himself this many times, and he had eventually forced himself to believe as such. Deep in his mind, the male with the mohawk had obtained a couple disorders from his time at his foster home facility as well as after the flaming event that resulted in his sentence, both related to serious nightmares and an able to be easily provoked panic.


Soon enough after being previously lost in his thoughts, the rather tall and slender male approached the classroom door of total damnation, grabbing hold of the tightening strings connected to his black and pale green backpack with anxiety. His bicep muscles stood out like cords as the pressure of his grip had increased enough that his knuckles had turned white. He bit his lip and fondled his multiple loop piercings with his tongue, as he reached a hand out to grasp the door handle with shaking fingers. He turned the metallic jut out sideways, and the door creaked open with light spilling out from the crack in the doorway. A couple students were already present, but no teacher.


The male pulled out the e-cigarette and stuck his nail under the power switch to shut the device off before really stepping into the room. The majority of individuals in the classroom were around his age, if not most being older, with one more female present than males. Now he made it even. Fucking fantastic, he thought, letting out a small cough as anxiety gripped him for accidentally making a noise to stand out. Asthma wasn't his fault, but the aftereffects of his flaming accident. Without a word, not like he had planned to speak anyways, he took a seat nearest the back of the room, forcing himself not to look at anyone or provoke anything.


He sighed and placed his backpack in his lap, thus resting his angular chin on it, awaiting for class to finally start, probably being so just to brief on why everyone was here, etcetera. The lanky male wasn't interested. He just wanted to leave as soon as he had entered, just wanting to shut himself into his dorm room here and be away from everyone and insert himself back into the life of a mute computer freak. That was what he did, or rather that was his life and what he did for a living at the age of 15. Not old enough to get a job, yet old enough to serve a couple months in juvenile hall as well as some sort of schooling institution for criminal teenage activists with psychological issues.

 

[kibou]

Orion Blackburne


Completely Pissed


Orion shoved the doors to the school prison- schoorison? prisool? no, both of those utterly sucked- inwards and strode inside, refusing to turn his head around and look back at two that had brought him here before they drove off. They didn't deserve any indication of love from their son, not after they made the decision to remove him from his home and restrict all activity that could possibly be considered exciting.


Head held up high and hands in his pockets as he stroll through the bare halls, Orion's frustration and resentment kept him alert as he looked around and took it all in, looking for anything that deviated from the complete barrenness of the dull building. He also occasionally glanced at the room numbers, keeping track of them and using them to guide him to room 36A.


Soon enough he came upon it, the fateful door. Here his destiny began, his quest to lead a ragtag band of fuck-ups and freaks in a rebellion against the maliciously cruel system and set the institution ablaze before running free into a new, lawless country!


...Would that even make a good story? Maybe. Maybe it was a little overdone, but then again certain ideas were overdone for a reason.





Orion grasped and turned the door handle, then turned around and leaned back against the door as it swung, swinging into the room with it. When the door started to move too far away for him to keep grasping, he stumbled in farther but quickly regained his balance with a twirl. The cheap, bright yellow, plastic star-shaped sunglasses on top of his head threatened to fall or fly off, and Orion put a hand on his head to stop them as he gleefully greeted the small audience.


"Heello, hello!"


He ended his showy stumble in the middle of the front of the room with a massive toothy grin on his face.

 

[Brainess]

Alayna titled to the guy "Aww, I'm sorry." she said in a sweet tone, trying to piss him off. Alayna walked inside the classroom and sit down at the nearest chair.


@Tempestral

 

[Tempestral]

Kael Kantit


Kael let out an anxiety filled sigh once yet another screaming student entered the room smiling. Unlike the last one, this one was stumbling around like a drunken goose. He shot daggers at them, and tried to resist the growing temptation to just straight out scold this cheerful individual for simply being themselves. Instead of doing so, he began scratching the wood material to at least try and vent out some of the infinite anger he now held captive inside of him. It wasn't working, and the only way he really knew how to vent was to either ignite some inanimate object for his own pleasure, or to simply let out a flurry of curses and combinations of words that could also be used to express a specified amount of anger.


As he continued to cause practically no harm on the glazed wooden desk, he stopped moving his index finger up and down, thus causing the minuscule amount of damage he caused the desk to cease growing. Once having stopped, he snapped his head upwards towards the 'delinquent' that had just entered with narrowed eyes. He was about to get up out of his seat, but there was seemingly no need to, unless of course something were to go down. "May I kindly ask you to sit the hell down?" he questioned with a light chuckle manifesting in the middle of his sentence. Small laughter always showed when he was angered- it was an odd way of coping, really.


He wanted to start out with a calm tone, which was hard to make happen in this situation. One false maneuver and the bomb would set off in an instant. Which wire would Orion cut? If he was educated enough to know that Kael was clearly trying to not start something within the first few minutes of what seemed to be homeroom, then maybe he'd leave the situation unharmed. All Kael was relying on at this point was Orion's choice of words. Although, who's to say the teacher wouldn't hear the arising commotion?

It was only a few moments after Kael had asked Orion to sit down, that this other nuisance spoke up, her clearly speaking in a way meant to set him off. He would've replied to her, but he was more focused on the boy at the moment. He would deal with her later.
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@Ghost

 

[spectro]

Luna FenderIrritated


Luna, sat at her lonely desk, turned her head to the side. A lanky boy, with amazing hair, that Luna envied, arrived. He seemed rather unsociable, but then again, so was everyone else. Especially Luna. She leant forward, putting her head on the desk and put her hands on the back of her head. This was torture. The room was awkward. She hated it. She heard the boy walk to the back of the room and she lifted her head again. She had never been more uncomfortable in her life.


That was, until, someone actually spoke. "Heello, hello!" She turned, to see a messy haired boy. His hair was a strange, faded colour. He looked surprisingly happy; happier than anyone else in the room. This made Luna smiled. She wasn't sure why. But this boy, who was freakily exaggerating his happiness in a Juvenile Asylum, made her feel a little more positive. She made a crazy squeak before turning back to the front, beginning to separate her hair into to flowing sections that flowed down her shoulders and flattened out of the table. She began to braid the right section, carefully pulling each piece of hair into it's allocated slot.

 

[kibou]

His smile unwavering and hand still on top of his sunglasses, Orion scanned the faces of the people there before he noticed a boy with a strong face and flipped up hair.


'....If he was wearing khakis, he'd look just like Nick.'





Taken aback, Orion's smile faltered for just a moment, but as soon as the corners of his mouth started to fall they curved up again, and somehow his face-splitting smile grew even more. His new friend was glaring right at him, and seemed to be trying to wear his desk down with a finger.


'You're going to need a few more fingers for that and a couple decades, bud.' But Orion wasn't about to judge anyone. In fact, dedication like that was incredible. He could see it now- desk boy was going to be in the news headlines in the future, with pictures of an almost cut in half desk on the front page. 'Who would try to cut their desk in half and why, and why the hell is it in the newspaper?' readers will wonder aloud, before someone next to them shakes their head and says, 'No, no, you don't understand! That boy, he isn't using a blade or even a sharpened pencil or even blunt force! Nay, he's done all that work over the course of years with elbow grease and hard work, he's a man-made example of erosion and I thi-'


"May I kindly ask you to sit the hell down?"


Orion's train of thought was interrupted by desk-boy calling out for him to take a seat. What, did he want to be a teacher as well as a hero? Tsk tsk kid, you could only ask for so much in life. Though, if standing was distracting desk boy from following his dreams of being a man-made erosion machine, the least Orion could do was comply.


"Why, sure!" Orion plopped himself down on top of the closest table, gazing across the room at his new victi- ....friend. "However, I think it would help if you used more fingers, it'll cut some years off the time it would take to wear that desk down, and then you'll make the papers even sooner!"

 

[kira blackthorn]

Crimson Rain


Crimson shot the two cops a smile that was all teeth making them shiver at the sight as he was finally able to get out of the police car. Why the court decided to have him escorted he didn't know. It's not like he will attack anyone that's not armed. The car was off before the door was even fully closed leaving him standing there clutching his backpack and staring at It's retreating form in amusement. Idiots, he thought in amusement. Shaking his head he turned to the play he would be staying at. It was big, and gave off a cold filling. He loved it!


Resisting the urge to let out a B worthy cackle he practically skipped into the building and down the hall. He finally stopped when he spotted the room he was supposed to enter to gather his thoughts and make sure B wouldn't act up. B was silent though which was unusual but Crimson knew he was just biding his time to act. Licking his lips nervously he entered the room and knew his fate was sealed when he opened the door. Putting on a wide smile that didn't reach his eyes he skipped into the room and fell into one of the chairs. "Hi everybody. "

 

[kibou]

Hearing the door open, Orion turned his head to look at the newcomer. It was a pale boy with dark, very red hair that made Orion lonesome for a bottle of hair dye of his own. The new boy skipped into the room and sat in one of the chairs, greeting the room with a "Hi everybody. "


Orion waved at him, then turned his head back to desk boy expectantly.

 

[Brainess]

Alayna observes the people in the classroom and the people that keeps arriving amused. 'Wow. This school or jail or whatever it is is better than i thought' she thought. Delighted, she looked around for someone to talk to but it seems everyone are not in the mood or doesn't like making friends. Sighing, Alayna give up and turned to face in front and waited for the teacher to arrived.


(OH YES I NEED SOMEONE ALAYNA CAN ANNOY AND MAKE HER IN A BAD MOOD OR SOMEONE THAT SHE CAN TALK TO. I'LL BE LOGGING OFF IN 30MINS OR SO... Also excuse me for my spelling and grammar, I'm using my phone.)

 

[Tempestral]

Kael Kantit

Kael's forced (and obviously fake) smiling expression faded away once this kid suggested that he were to use multiple fingers to cut his desk in two. He was in absolute awe of how unaware this kid was of the sarcasm he emitted in his words. Just as Kael was about to go back to his silent habits, yet another kid came in with a smile. This wasn't the damn circus, so why were they so happy to be here? Nothing about this place was happiness and excitement like some of these students made it out to be. "Hey-" he stated, directing his sentence towards Orion. "Looks like you have a friend to keep yourself occupied," he stated in monotone. There was no emotion in his words nor in his eyes, which was in it's own way- creepy. It was almost like he was trying to transmit a silent, and hardly noticeable threat Orion's way.


He sincerely wanted to bring some form of harm to Orion due to his sarcastic manner. He probably never meant for it to be this way, but it sure as hell seemed like it. Although, now that he truly thought about it- there was surely something off about him, whether it were mental or not, there was something off about his manner. What was Kael thinking? Everyone here was strange in their own way.


Kael continued scratching at the desktop, but in a much more gentle manner than before, thus showing that some of the anger he had been keeping hostage had been set free by Kael himself. The only thing that kept some of the hostages left within him was the fact that Orion kept a steady stare Kael's way- just for him, this is one person he would later teach a lesson to. Physically or not.
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[mikaluvkitties]

A lot seemed to happen in the next few minutes, and people seemed to be making a game of picking on the first kid who had entered the classroom. Conner wanted to scowl, disgusted by the lack of unity in his fellow inmates, but decided to focus on the boy who had come in quietly, politely, had long hair Conner couldn't even begin to imagine caring for and- most importantly- was nearly his height. It was nice, seeing as he was used to his fellow classmates towering over him. He ignored what everyone was saying and just gave a light smile and nod of the head to the boy, hoping he didn't turn out to be a twelve year old. . .


It wasn't that he hadn't seen anyone else come in- it was hard not to notice the boy with the star glasses's entrance, he'd just been more interested in the one person who didn't tower over him.

 

[Zaffre Blue]

AMARIS CAROLL


Amaris wandered around, puffing on a cigarette with a pissed look on her face. " I hate being lost, now I'm lost in a school of Juvenile Delinquents,robbers and murders and arsonists. My people". Hooking the arm of a girl walking beside her, she'd smirk "Hey, baby, I'm lost. Help a sister out ?". Ignoring the murderous looks the girl gave Amaris, she'd point to a small door then yank her arm from Amaris's hand and run away. Shrugging and waving half-heartedly at the fleeting figure, she'd roll her eyes and take another puff " Cross her off the list". Striding confidently to the classroom door then stopping and standing stiffly as she leaned against it "Okay, okay. I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm a Mafia Princess and a convict, I think I can handle some angsty teenagers". Unbuttoning a large flannel to reveal a black bandeau under overalls and combat boots, she'd quickly asses her appearances. Pulling her green hair down from it's bun, she'd shake her head and laughed quietly " What would Mother think of me now ?". Holding her lip ring in her teeth, she'd push open the door and stride in dramatically as if her weak moment never happened.

 

[DranboltSAS97]

Evie had already been driven to the school earlier in the morning. Her parents dropped her off with her school bag and clothes and drove away rather quickly. She knew they were eager to get rid of her since she wasn't able to meet the standards of her mother. A sigh escaped her lips as she watched the students enter classrooms, screaming and creating a ruckus which echoed throughout the corridors. "Am I the only one who doesn't know where to go?" she covered her face before growling softly.


Let's just enter a random class....


She thought as she glanced over to one of the half empty classrooms since she very much hated crowds.

 

[logastellus]

Jersey enter the academy on her skateboard and her earphones in her ears listening to her music. She went to the office and got the things she needed. She sighed and thanked the person then looked behind her back before getting back on her skateboard and riding to the first class she had. So far...it was alright...there were no students who pissed her off yet. She entered the classroom and got off her board before finding a seat and sitting down.

 

[Zaffre Blue]

Jersey enter the academy on her skateboard and her earphones in her ears listening to her music. She went to the office and got the things she needed. She sighed and thanked the person then looked behind her back before getting back on her skateboard and riding to the first class she had. So far...it was alright...there were no students who pissed her off yet. She entered the classroom and got off her board before finding a seat and sitting down.

Seeing the girl with the headphones enter, Amaris would decide to "socialize". Putting the cigarette in an ash tray and chewing on a wad of mint gum. She'd walk over to the girl and tug on her lip ring and lean up to her " Hey, cutie. I'm Amaris and you are ?". Leaning over the back desk with her feet up in the air and her hand on her chin, Amaris would wink at the girl, guess "delinquents" are my type .

 

[kibou]

Desk-boy's false smile melted away to show genuine distaste, and Orion held back a giggle of excitement.


"Hey," his new friend began, "looks like you have a friend to keep yourself occupied."


Orion blinked. 'Who?' But after a moment of thought, he got it. Desk-boy meant the other person that'd just sat down! That was cute. He shook his head, then dropped the grin and adopted desk's statue-esque expression.


"Of course- I'm looking right at 'em." Orion put his hands on the table and stretched them out, slowly sliding down until he was laying on the table. Then, he grabbed the table in front of him and pulled himself across the gap onto that table, all the while keeping the dead look on his face. After another table, Orion was one table across from his buddy.


Throughout all this, he ignored the sounds of the door opening and closing and the other delinquents walking in.


Slowly, Orion reached into the back pocket of his bright light orange pants and pulled out another pair of sunglasses- these were heart shaped, and pink. Always gotta be prepared. He unfolded them and then pinching the bridge reached his hand out, the glasses hovering in front of his buddy's face. By now he was starting to struggle to keep his face under control, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching upwards.


"These are for you."

 

[mikaluvkitties]

The two up front kept antagonizing each other as another group of students came in and took a seat. One immediately began to flirt. Conner again felt the urge to let show his complete disappointment and irritation show, but with care, he managed to keep his face under control. He let the tips of his mouth tilt up, and just spaced out, desperately hoping no one would do anything that would make him have to talk with them- they were all idiots. He didn't think he'd be making any friends, but maybe they had some skills he could use...