Realistic or Modern Guilty

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Welcome to the main thread!
Remember, keep all drama IC
& out of the ooc.

Beginning setting:
Current year
Middle of October
The weather is cooling off
It's a Friday afternoon
Classes for the day have just finished
What will you do now?

 

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LISTENING TO:

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SMILE

avril lavigne

― you know that i'm a crazy bitch !

▌TAGS: no one yet!

Although schooling in the outside world had to be different, Lissa wouldn't know-- or at least didn't remember. She'd been here at Lorelai's Group Home ever since she could remember. This was her home now, and that's just how it would be. It was rare for someone to be retested, though it did happen. And it was even rarer that your number went down, though that did happen as well.

Lissa didn't hold out hope that it would happen to her. To her, freedom was a moot point, and she was comfortable behind the walls-- er, barbed fence-- of Lorelai's. It kept the world out-- it kept unknown danger out. You see, to her, the world was full of the unknown. At least here, she knew what people were capable of. Maybe it was wrong, but it's what she thought.

She'd already dropped off her books in her room she shared with another female. She was technically a senior in high school, so this would be her last year of 'school'. There were a few college type courses offered here, though she probably wouldn't indulge. Not if she'd just be sent off to real jail upon turning twenty one.

What was the point?

Currently, Lissa sat outside, in the gazebo in the back of the home. She was writing in her journal, in which she kept a hodgepodge of notes, writings, lyrics, and poems. She wasn't shy about what she wrote, though she did enjoy the peace and quiet she felt outside. Legs crossed at the ankles, she settled back against the seat and looked up, at the others enjoying the cool air like she was.

She wasn't exactly the most popular girl at Lorelai's, though she was well known, mostly because she put herself out there. Usually in a friendly manner; rarely did she lose her temper. No, that was TJ's job. He held onto anger like nobody's business. Smirking a little at the thought, she returned her attention to her writing.

Spoiler: Current Outfit

i do what i want when i feel like it.​

coded by nymphadora. ©

 

[apolla]

LISTENING TO:

THE KILL

30 seconds to mars

― look in my eyes

▌TAGS: no one yet!

Thankfully, being nineteen, TJ didn't have to attend the classes or have to worry about this shithole for much longer. He'd been here long enough, he felt, and maybe jail would be better. He didn't like alot of the people here, and though he didn't fool himself into thinking he'd like inmates much better, at least he'd be out of this place. He was sick and tired of Lorelai's.

Leaving behind the girl he'd come to think of as a sister would suck, and there were a few other people that he would miss. Not that he'd admit that out loud, of course, but there were some okay people here. Most of them were shit, though.

He had spent the day in his room, only venturing out once or twice to use the bathroom. As the day went on, though, he found himself bored, and decided to venture out again. It was almost dinnertime, anyway, and he was starting to get hungry. As he left his room, he shut the door behind him, hating that he shared a room with someone. Thankfully they weren't there, at least not right now.

He found himself in the music room, and plucked one of the cheap old guitars off the wall. Sitting on the steps in the room, he started to strum quietly.

Spoiler: Current Outfit

you're killing me.​

coded by nymphadora. ©

 

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[div class=container][div class=image][/div] [div class=blk][div class=title]Rowan Reed [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]seventy-two percent[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] Rowan sauntered passively down the corridor, his right index finger tucked into his front pocket, the middle and ring fingers twitching to an unheard rhythm. There was a loud looking amber 'caution' sign posted at the front of the men's bathroom, coupled with a rather clunky looking cleaning cart. Must've been a custodian in there, scraping shit off the walls from the supremely pissed off and resentful patch of teens that knocked it a level higher than the regularly ticked off crowd. He wrinkled his nose and bumped the edge with his thumb before hitching a right at the hall intersection. It was more crowded around the common area today. Normally outside was the big favorite among the others. Today didn't really seem to attract any flies at all.

Was it due to the more frigid weather? He couldn't help relishing the feeling of cool gusts against his face. Most nights he woke up sweating like a cracked container of water, flush and burning hot with a fever that didn't exist anywhere aside from his mind. Rowan sniffled nonchalantly as he reached for the handle that would free him of recycled air, the cloudy window carved into the door showing the explosive colors of autumn. Swinging it inward, Reed slipped out and planted his feet in the crunchy grass.

His honey gold iris' skimmed the layout, subtly sifting through the movement of vegetation in the wind for signs of life. There was a girl not far off. Pale. Dark hair. Vampiric. There wasn't a damn thing about her that cried out for the joy of conversation. Yet, he still felt his legs carrying him on toward her, expression chummy and non-threatening. As he drew closer, it dawned on him that she was one of the newer take-ins, likely still coming to terms with the absolute annihilation of freedom. It's not like everyone here went around introducing themselves with a chipper demeanor until they were amply known. It wasn't what occurred naturally to you when you were impounded like a crappy car.

Though knowing nothing about what she had on her mind, or what type of personality she held, he extended a general offer of conversation.

"Think you'll still be out here when it's snowing?" He simpered casually, knowing it wasn't a very substantial inquiry to give. However knowing himself, it was apparent that not everyone wanted to be ridden upon with questions about the recesses of their darkest intentions. Despite knowing that's what everyone was here for, it didn't make it free game.[/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]feeling - curious | talking to - Dani | where - outside
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"i feel bad for you spiritually but like, physically, not really."​

the sound of a yawn permeated the silence in the now empty classroom. iona stretched her arms in the air, as though her goal was to somehow not just touch the ceiling but to also grab at some invisible item there. she lowered her hands to the surface of her table before looking at it.

it was empty.

she saw it as a dumb coincidence of metaphors but she fisted her hand once before letting it go. deciding it was definitely time to get back to her dorm, she haphazardly shoved her books back into her backpack before leaving the empty classroom.

the day was going to be the same for her- go back, do her laundry, keep herself occupied until dinner before maybe crashing at someone's dorm. she got into trouble for it several times but it wasn't as though she was murdering anyone.

as she walked down the corridor, she found her occupied thoughts shift to a soft melody that was developing. iona walked herself to the music room before peering through the small window on the door- tj. of course.

iona was familiar with him. they weren't the closest but she'd say they got along at the very least. iona only knew that her personality made others think she hated them when she never really gave them a thought. she just carried on with her life.

"did someone look your way and you snap at them again?" she asked as she made her way into the music room, not bothering to ask whether he minded her there or not. he'd probably at most yell at her to get out but would continue his strumming, she figured.

iona then pulled a chair up in front of him before taking a seat. she had nothing to do anyways. she might as well see what mr gloom and doom was doing. [/div][/div][/div] [/div][/div] [div class="codetag"]coded by ukiiyo[/div]