Realistic or Modern Penzington-Hale IC

[SomebodyElse]

1952, April 3rd

Coming to Penzington-Hale wasn't something Timothy was too excited for. The idea that he was to be sent to a boarding school wasn't appealing to him.

From the sound of it, it was a large mansion-like home that schooled and accomodated for people with disabilities. It sounded like it was quite prestigious but why would a school for people with disabilities have such high standards? Still the carride was met with silence between him and his mother. He didn't want to say anything. He already didn't get along with his mother that well. He knew she meaned well but there were just too many things that drove them apart.

From the backseat he heard his mother speak up.
"I'm sure you'll get along just fine with all the other kids." She said trying to break the silence.
He sat still ignoring her, folding together a piece of paper into a crane. Whatever this school or house or whatever it was hopefully he could atleast try to figure out his own problems without anyone bothering him too much.

They drove and drove. He drifted asleep and woke up several times before they seemed to arrive. It was an old looking mansion with black gates and a cobblestone driveway. From their approach he could see a girl around his age peering through one of the windows on the second floor. She seemed to examining them. He could see that she wore a black sweater and had blonde hair before she stepped away from the window out of view and the window blinds closed. Another one sent to the school most likely. However he had such a weird feeling like he was entering a mad house.

The mansion itself was well secluded from society. Nothing but forest and grass could be seen aside from the long cobble road that approached the mansion. Upon arriving he and his mother exited the car. Other cars were already present in the driveway.

He and his mother arrived into the mansion and were greeted by the same girl he saw from the window sill on the first floor. Other teens his age arrived as well entering with their respective guardians or parents.
"Hello! I'm Elsa Dean. I'm one of the students here at Penzington-Hale. We're excited to have you all here." The girl spoke up cheerily, but timothy almost sensed a fakeness to the greeting before shrugging it off.

They were handed pamplets which detailed their stay at Penzington-Hale. A long introductory speech about the secludedness of the program which only allowed letters to be sent out into the real world. There would be no phonecalls until they progressed further into the program. They would get rooms individually until they progressed and were allowed to dorm together.
The day had a school segment with professors and afterwards the rest of the day would be broken into segments of free-time, chores and dinner and minor therapy time.
The girl explained that they could play outside, there were kites and other recess equipment like balls, jumpropes and more. Some kids apparently liked to try to pass the time by reading or writing.

After what seemed like an eternity of explanation one of the professors showed up claiming he didn't realize everyone arriving as he had been flying a kite in the backyard.
"Glorious weather too, I'd say." He proceeded to make a joke and everyone laughed politely. The day proceeded with parents eventually leaving and the kids were free to introduce themselves to one another while exploring the house on a tour guide by the professor who introduced himself as "Aurelio Sanderson" and the Girl "Elsa Dean"

 

[SomebodyElse]

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[Vexumin]

Rauiri stared out the window of the car as the scenery rolled on by. The rumble of cobble beneath the wheels comforting in its own way. He and his mother were on the way to this school of sorts. It had been a long discussed topic within the family, and anything long discussed in an Irish family usually gets a bit loud. Thankfully it was just the natural way of things and his parents loved each other very much. Honestly, it made for an interesting sight. The heavy debate, the yelling, everyone expressing their love and care for each other. A whole other spectacle you might not see in many other households.

The idea of a new school came up after Rauiri was found soaking wet beside the pool at his previous school. He had been out there all night, thrown in the waters and having only enough strength to paddle his way to the waters edge and drag himself out. It was a day he certainly wouldn't forget. A day his pride was tested amongst all odds. However, even if his life was threatened by the merciless pursuit of bullies, he would not let that damage his overwhelming spirit.

Penzington-Hale, the name of his new school. He had previously just attended an average school for other teens life himself. Though after the swimming pool incident, it was clear from his mothers ceaseless worrying that he simply wasn't going to be able to make his own decisions on his matter. Not until he reached the age of eighteen. Though he doubted that he would get anymore free reign even as an adult with the eye of his mother always on him. He would just have to be content with this new school. Supposedly it is a mansion of sorts. Lots of ground to explore, plenty of space to find a spot for himself at the end of classes. He had high hopes. Apparently the school catered to all sorts. He didn't know any specifics, but he had hope that he would find at least one friend that wouldn't mind his antics.

After another hour passed, the school appears in the distance. Despite not having use of his legs, it didn't stop Rauiri from wanting to jump out of the car and explore. As the vehicle came to a stop, his wheelchair was taken from the back and brought to his door. Once his only means of mobility was in range, he grabbed it and proceeded to throw himself into it. Perhaps the one benefit to not having his legs was that his arms got all of the workout from day to day life. He was a strong kid despite the circumstances. Helped him win plenty of fights that he might have otherwise lost. Not that he actively sought conflict of course. It just always seems to find him at the most inopportune of moments.

He wheeled himself right through the front doors of the building, not needing any help from anyone else and often getting a bit defensive is someone did try to lay their hands on the push bar on the back of his chair.

"Hello! I'm Elsa Dean. I'm one of the students here at Penzington-Hale. We're excited to have you all here."

Rauiri just seemed to stop in place as the girl addressed everyone present. There was a plethora of other kids and parents gathered around, standing beside each other much like his mother standing beside him. She was an interesting sight, but Rauiri felt like there was something a bit off as he looked the girls way. "Elsa Dean," the lad mused over quietly to himself, likely a bit thoughtful towards this new encounter. He soon turned his attention away from those thoughts. Best not to think poorly of someone the first day you have met them. He was never a judgmental person, but one just can't help but have those initial opinions about another. Needless to say, he was likely about to have plenty of bad opinions about himself from others.

His mind soon wandered to the explaination of activities and play that could be had with various equipment. He was always one to make his own fun where he could. Despite being bound to a wheelchair, he didn't let that control what he could or couldn't do... aside from walking or running that is. What intrigued him the most though was the building around him. It seemed old and old buildings tend to have lots of secrets within their walls. Well, sometimes. He ends up slowly reversing himself away from his mother before turning and, with utterly surprising stealth, wheeling himself down a random hall. No time like the present to become more familiar with his new home, right?