Realistic or Modern Riverbrook Academy For Talented Juveniles

[Alvaris]

Desmond
Interaction(s): Lizy Gomenesigh

Desmond shrugged. "That'd be nice. I need something to do with my hands or I'll go crazy." He chuckled, but it wasn't funny. "Maybe they'll have something good enough." He slid his hands into his pocket as they made their way down the hallway. The only thing he was actually looking forward to was swimming. His eyes focused on the hall in front of them. There were a few signs he hadn't noticed before. Some had rules and the curfew time. How had be missed it earlier?

Desmond nodded. He got it. He liked guns, cars, swimming and drums. Aside from those four things he didn't care or do much else. "Maybe learning to swim will begin an undying love for the water." He looked over at her with a smile. "If anything, it's a great pastime and exercise." Not that he was implying she needed it because she didn't. She was fine the way she was. At the mention of his name Desmond stopped walking and looked back.

He wasn't sure who she was, but she certainly knew him. He took in her outfit, definitely someone with authority. Maybe the principle. Desmond looked over at a girl as she out from behind the woman. Her dark hair contrasted against her pale complexion and her bright blue eyes stood out against the short black hair that rested above her shoulder. She was stunning. As Desmond took her in, he noticed a mark close to her lip, a scar? It looked fairly similar to teeth marks. Everyone here must have gone through hell and back.

"Hey," he said, giving her a small wave. "You can walk with us." He glanced at Tori. "We're just heading back to our rooms," he added looking over at the woman beside Anabelle.


Harper
Mention(s): sox turtlepancakes

The sound of people talking made her stir. She opened her eyes and sat up, she must have dozed off. A yawn escaped her mouth as she slid off the bed. She was exhausted, still in her clothes, and had to use the bathroom. Opening her drawer she pulled out her pajamas and left the room. She'd passed the bathrooms on the way in, but she couldn't remember where. With uncertainty, she stalked down the hall before spotting the bathroom. A small smile tugged at her tired lips as she pushed the door open.

When she returned to the room Spencer was tucked in her bed again and June stood by the window. She moved toward her dresser and prepped an outfit for tomorrow. She was starting to feel a bit nervous about what tomorrow would bring. This place was nothing like a regular school. Everyone here would have done something pretty bad to end up in this place. Calling it a hellhole wasn't appropriate yet because nothing bad had happened. This place didn't suck yet.

Satisfied with her outfit tomorrow she slipped back in bed. "Night," she said softly before pulling the covers over her. Her hand reached up and touched the bandana on her forehead. She wasn't sure she wanted to take it off, but it would probably fall off during the night. She bit her lip and turned to face the wall before slipping it off her head on onto the pillow. Her fingers brushed lightly against the horizontal scar that ran across the hairline of her forehead. The indented skin was her haunting reminder to be careful. People are not what they seem. She closed her eyes and quietly hummed.​

 

[Lizy]

Tori
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Tori let out a small laugh. "I don't know about that, but it'll be nice to get to know you more," she smiled. She wasn't sure how she felt about going swimming, but in the back of her mind she knew that she mostly agreed so she could spend more time with Desmond. She didn't want to admit it to herself though. She was going to have enough do deal with in this school and catching feelings was something she didn't want to add to that. Still, unbeknownst to Tori, feelings couldn't always be controlled. She was used to burying everything deep down and never letting it come up.

She turned around when she heard a familiar voice speak. It was the principal. It surprised Tori that she knew both of their names, since she had a whole school to run. "Hi," she said pretty dully. As much as this girl looked decent, she didn't want to have to get to know someone else at the moment. She just nodded with a straight face when Desmond suggested she walk with them, not wanting to seem like a mean person.

Alvaris Gomenesigh

Gabe
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Gabe smiled at his new roommate, he seemed nice enough. In addition, he was very cute. Everyone here seemed to be though. He nodded at Leo's remark about rather being at home. Gabe would rather be at home too, but he pushed his luck a bit too much and got himself thrown into this school. He hopped it wouldn't be that bad though. Maybe it wouldn't, especially if everyone looked this good. "You think you talk too much? Wait until you get to know me," he grinned, "You haven't missed much. But I'm just saying that because I probably have. I showed up late. I went into some random guys room, he was cute, got threatened by his roommate, and now I'm here." He shrugged, as if this was just a normal thing for him.

Kisaki

 

[sox]

june malik​

June hummed in appreciation of Spencer's insightful comments, seeing the woods in a more complex light than he originally had. A rebellious part of him had just wanted to explore it to break this shitty prison school's rules, but the more he thought about it, the more he longed for the peaceful mysteries of the towering trees. He hadn't expected Spencer to talk so comfortably from the get-go considering the track record of the students. It was like a breath of fresh air.

"I love tea," he replied softly, the small smile returning. "We should have tea parties. But yeah, I'm exhausted. We all gotta get up nice and early tomorrow. Love that." With a jaded scoff, June hopped back into bed and shimmied under the covers, feeling his muscles all give in at the thought of finally being allowed to rest. If everyday was like this day had been, he might actually never sleep peacefully again. He closed his eyes and breathed out a deep sigh, clearing his mind in a pitiful attempt at meditation to help him slip into unconsciousness quicker. "Goodnight, kiddos."
Interactions: turtlepancakes Alvaris

 

[Gomenesigh]

[div class=container][div class=image] [div class=title]Anabelle Crane [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]The Artist[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] The principal smiled at the two, clapping her hands together. “That is a very generous offer of you, Desmond. But, unfortunately, I’ll have to escort Miss Anabelle here to her room. We can’t have her be in there all by her lonesome.” Her smile grew bigger at that, but it stiffened at the corners. Clearly, there was an alternative reason behind her words.

Ana on the other hand hadn’t done much except stand there and wait. She had kind of waved at the guy when he spoke, but could tell he was probably looking at the scar on her face. It took everything inside her not to reach up and cover it with a hand. It wasn’t something she was proud of. The girl’s response made her mask come back up. The standard look of boredom that she wore and looked at a random spot that only in their general direction. Clearly they had just interrupted something. She did flinch when the principal used her full name, but she made no move to correct her.

The principal looked at her watch and tutted softly. “Oh, let’s be getting back to our dorms now. Curfew is almost upon us and we can’t have you out of your rooms on the first day!” With that, she ushered them all into the hallway. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]Indifferent| N/A | Alvaris Lizy
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[sox]

the next day​

By 10:30, all students had made it back to their rooms and settled in for the night. With the hours passing by in silent tension after the events of the day, the morning came around far quicker than anyone had hoped. At precisely 6:00 AM, a sharp knock echoed throughout every room, jerking the kids from their slumber as a loud voice announced, "All students must wake up! Classes begin in one hour!" A sliver of light peeked over the horizon through their windows, providing an eerie ambiance to the dismal energy radiating from the desolate prison. Their first day had officially begun.
Interactions: Alvaris turtlepancakes rennuelaw Lizy Gomenesigh Kisaki

 

[turtlepancakes]

Spencer Jennings

Spencer looked up at the ceiling with an annoyed glance. An alarm clock would have been much better than assholes banging on the doors. She sighed and got out of the bed, stretching for a few seconds before putting her suitcase and backpack on her bed. Fuck whatever the dress code is, I'm wearing what I want. After rummaging for a minute (she could never keep her suitcase clean and orderly), she settled on a cropped black sweatshirt with white drawstrings and some high-waisted denim shorts. She changed quietly, not paying much attention to her roommates at first, and pulled out her old Doc Martens from under the bed.

"I've still got those tea packets if you guys want some. Chamomile and hibiscus help with anxiety and stress if you're nervous," she said, slipping on her socks. "Hopefully they'll have a way to get hot water. If they allow care packages I'm sure they will." Spence sat on her bed, brushing her lopsided hair. She tried her best to look as nonchalant as possible because she was anxious as hell. She hated people asking her if things were 'alright' when she was obviously not. She preferred to be left alone in those cases.
Interaction(s): sox Alvaris

Spoiler: Spencer's outfit

Dennis Hartmann ​

Dennis silently placed his jacket over his desk chair and took a sip from his coffee. As much as he appreciated this job, he hated waking up so early only because he couldn't say goodbye to his daughters. It was too early for them, and he knew that they need more sleep than he did. That morning he had kissed their heads goodbye and left them in the care of his sister, just like always. I just hope that they never end up being my students here... he thought, adjusting their picture on his desk.

Sighing quietly, Dennis set his mug down and stretched his arms. He was on breakfast watch today, and all he wished for was that it would be an easy day. Despite what these kids had done, he had hope. He always had hope. He believed that these kids could have second chances. Maybe he was biased, but whatever. He picked his mug back up and headed to the mess hall. Here we go.

 

[Lizy]

Tori
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Tori looked up when she heard the knock at the door followed by the voice. It didn't wake her up, she'd been awake since 4am. She was currently sitting at her desk, fiddling with the old phones, with only her small reading light for a source of light. She'd managed to completely fix two more since she'd given up on trying to sleep more and got up. She was already dressed, it was the first thing she did in the dim light when she got out of bed. She stood up to turn on the light, her roommates were probably woken by the noise. "Morning," she said emptily. She wasn't very warm with her roommates. Devon was cold when they first met and she'd never spoken to the other one.

She glanced at herself in a mirror. Her outfit was simple, a black tank top and blue jeans. She pulled a brush out of her luggage and ran it through her hair. She put on her black tennis shoes and stepped to the door. "See you guys at breakfast, I guess," she shrugged, opening the door and stepping out. Maybe some time she'd have a conversation with her roommates, but now was not this time. She started walking down the hall to get to the cafeteria.

sox rennuelaw

Gabe
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Gabe opened his eyes to the noise of knocking. "Jesus christ," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. He was not used to waking up this early. Typically, he stayed asleep until 8, missing his first class of the day or so. It would take some getting used to the strictness here. He stared into the mirror. His hair was a usual mess so he just yawned and ran his hand through it. He opened up his luggage to find an outfit and pulled out a blue button up shirt and grey pants. Good enough. Although he liked clothes, he knew he didn't have to count on them to make an impression, his personality did that all for him.

He completed the rest of his morning routine in a daze, seemingly too tired to speak to his roommates. As soon as he put his shoes on and stood up he snapped out of it. He was all ready for the day, so he felt ready to wake up completely. "How's everyone feeling this fine morning?" he grinned, "I'm feeling just great!"

Kisaki Alvaris

 

[Gomenesigh]

[div class=container][div class=image] [div class=title]Anabelle Crane [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]The Mute[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] The knock on Ana's door came as no surprise. She hadn't slept at all the night before, instead perching on the tiny sill next to the window and staring out it for most of the night. She was not a very trusting person and while she could see that this was in fact a school of some sort, she really still had no idea where she was or what this place was. That and the fact that she had some stranger in her room the entire night didn't help. There's no way she would risk falling asleep in that kind of environment.

So, when the banging began at the end of the hallway, she was pulled out of her stupor. She slipped from the windowsill, flinching as her muscles strained. She had barely moved all night and her entire body was super stiff. She was used to things like that, though. Before the wake call had even reached her door, she had already changed her undergarments, but pulled on the same black pants and hoodie from the day before. The last thing she did was grab a backpack. It had been packed for her by someone and had standard school supplies, but she added a couple personal notebooks and her sketchpad before leaving.

She was thankful that she made it out before anyone else in the hallway and quickly made her way to the cafeteria. It was easy for her to remember the path, as it's where she had come from the night before. She took a table in the corner and folded one leg under her while pulling the other one up, her heel resting against the edge of the chair. Her hands tucked themselves inside the front pockets of the hoodie and now she just waited, staring at nothing in particular in the distance. An hour was nothing compared to the entirety of night she had spent awake.

At some point a hand had unconsciously moved up to trace the scar around her mouth. It was one of her more recent ones and the most visible and it was difficult not to drift off back to the day she received it. She was always self conscious about it. She knew what it looked like and she knew people would stare, which is why she sat alone. The cafeteria had some people, but was pretty much empty save for her, the new guard who stood against the wall some feet away, and the cafeteria staff. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]Tired AF| N/A | Interactions: OPEN
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[Alvaris]

Harper
Interaction(s): turtlepancakes
Mentions(s): sox

Harper opened her eyes as the noise blared through the room. She was clutching the bandana she wore yesterday. Frowning, she slipped it on before stretching her hand, it was stiff and sore. She slid off her bed and grabbed her clothes. Quickly she pulled on jeans and a striped shirt before walking to her desk. She looked through her bandana's and changed the one she wore for a darker one. Yawning she pulled her hair into a pony.

Harper glanced over at Spencer. "Thanks, but I'm going to pass for now," she said with a small smile before pulling on her white Chucks. She wasn't that nervous, but she was sure it would hit her later. This place was all new and nerve racking, but she didn't care at the moment. All she wanted was something to eat and then she'd be ready to tackle the day. She prayed that had good food here or at least something decent enough to consume.

She walked over to the door before looking back at her roommates. "Want to walk together?" She asked. She wanted to walk with them and hoped June knew where to go because she didn't have a clue. Her stomach quietly rumbled and she pressed her hand against it. If they weren't going to eat right now she'd grab one of her snacks and munch on that. Maybe she should bring a snack with. She reasoned she probably shouldn't on the first day.


Desmond
Interaction(s): Lizy Gomenesigh
Mention(s): Devon sox

Desmond rolled out of bed. He'd been awake for a since 5, which was his normal time. He used to work on his car before he headed off to school, but he didn't have that anymore. He pulled on dark jeans, a dark button up, before running his fingers through his hair. Desmond looked over at the blonde boy and frowned. His pep was irritating and he hadn't even had a conversation with him. Was it too late to request a roommate? Devon seemed more likeable now that he had this blondie to live with.

Desmond walked over to the door. His brown narrow gaze rested on the boy. "I don't care," he said before walking out. He'd passed a cafeteria sign yesterday when he was walking with Tori and he was pretty confident he was heading in the right direction. When Desmond entered the cafeteria he spotted the scar girl from yesterday. He grabbed a plate and sat at the opposite side of the table she was at. He was contemplating starting a conversation, but he couldn't decide if he felt like talking yet. That roommate of his put him in a bad mood and the day had barely begun.

He ate some of his eggs before glancing at her. He was curious what she was in for. Everyone always said to watch out for the quiet ones and he wondered how true that statement was. Desmond yawned and scooted a little closer to her. "Anabelle, yeah?" He asked looking at her, careful not to stare at the scar on her face.​

 

[Gomenesigh]

[div class=container][div class=image] [div class=title]Anabelle Crane [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]The Mute[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] Ana had expected to sit there in silence, but being approached by anyone until it was time to go to their first class. So, when the boy from yesterday sat down across from her, she was shocked to say the least. It even manifested physically, her body jumping a bit as he sat down.

She stared silently for a moment before her eyes broke away and scanned the rest of the cafeteria. There still weren’t any other students here, which meant all the tables were empty save for the one she sat at, and yet.

Yet he had still chosen to sit at the same table she was at. But, he didn’t try to talk to her or anything. He wholeheartedly seemed to ignore her as he ate, which only made her more anxious. But, still not enough to make her start a conversation on her own. She tried to keep herself from staring, but the longer time went on, the more difficult it became. It’s not like he was attractive or anything. That was just ridiculous.

A frown had crept onto her lips by the time he got finished and she was in the middle of mentally berating herself when he finally spoke. She jumped again, having not realized he had moved closer. She looked at him, but quickly looked away, wringing her hands for several silent seconds.

Why? She wasn’t really sure. She was nervous, to say the least. She hadn’t ever really had conversations with kids her own age, much less guys. But, she eventually pulled out her notebook and pen and turned to a blank page.

Ana. I go by Ana.

The first thing that came to mind was that. She hated being called Anabelle. She had hated it ever since her mother died 8 years ago. After that, she twisted the pen in her hand for a moment, not really sure what to ask next, but she might as well start with the basics.

I don’t think I know your name…

Do you uh know where we are? Like what kind of school is this

She turned the notepad in his direction and put it on the table for him to read before sitting back where she went back to twisting the pen in one hand, the other doing its best not to move up and cover the scar. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]Tired AF| N/A | Interactions: Alvaris
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[Alvaris]

Desmond
Interaction(s): Gomenesigh

Desmond watched her as she pulled out the notebook. Was she planning on ignoring him and drawing or writing? Annoyance flickered through him, but he remained silent as she wrote. When the notebook slid in his direction he sat up. "Ana, got it," he spoke quietly as he continued to read. When he finished her looked up at her. "I'm Desmond." His voice rumbled and a small smile crept onto his face. "This is a school for the talented." He leaned back in his seat. "Like a last stop before they're given a prison sentence." He felt like the explanation was a little extreme, but it was sufficient.

"All the kids here have some sort of talent, but they're also criminals." He shrugged before furrowing his brow. "Why are you here? Most people know if they're being sent to this place." At least that's what he assumed. It seemed weird that she was clueless. He ran his fingers through his hair and glanced around the room. People were slowly heading inside and grabbing food. His brown eyes drifted toward the food. Were second plates allowed? He probably didn't need one, but he certainly wanted one.​

 

[Gomenesigh]

[div class=container][div class=image] [div class=title]Anabelle Crane [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]The Mute[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] Ana pulled her other leg up as she watched him read the paper. She was honestly surprised he didn’t say anything or ask why she was writing and not talking. Not that it bothered her. She didn’t really have a great explanation why that didn’t involve half her life story and that was not something she typically told people. She wrapped her arms around her legs, nodding at him as he said his name. Desmond. Interesting. She didn’t know why it was interesting, but she guessed it was a unique enough name.

She leaned forward a bit, her eyes lighting up if only briefly when he mentioned it was a school for the talented. She didn’t think she was special enough to get into one of those, but if she did, she wasn’t going to complain. But then when he mentioned prison, the light instantly died. Her brows furrowed together and she looked away, confused. The people here were criminals? So then, why was she here? She had never had any issues with the law.

The only time she had even had contact with the law is when they asked her questions about her father and his associates. She had never been a willing participant in any of it. She tried to think over the last few days, what had changed. No one had ever given a straight answer even when she did ask something and every other time they talked in whispers or actively left.

They hadn’t told her the reason the foster family hadn’t worked out, but she assumed it had to do with her and just who she was which more or less boiled down to someone no one wanted to deal with. But why here? Why a school for kids who were criminals? She was instantly worried for a few moments, unsure if she was even safe. But, she had to be, right? This was a school after all.

But then, it hit her. She looked around and noticed that the more students that walked in, the more adults there were as well. Some of them sat at tables, but a lot of them stood around the room… with guns. The man behind her was an avid reminder that she even needed some kind of special watcher.

Safety. It had to be the reason she was here. Her father was a dangerous man and she knew it. If they had taken her to a place like this, where there were armed guards, she could only guess what had happened with him after everything came out.

Her eyes briefly drifted back to Desmond for a moment before pulling the notebook back. She wasn’t sure what to tell him. Any kind of lie she made up now wouldn’t be believable, but the truth probably wouldn’t make much sense either. And her truth was really only a guess.

I don’t think… I’m not… The foster family…

They never really told me…. I’ve never been arrested… I just don’t think it’s safe for me anywhere else.

What’s your talent?

It took her awhile to figure out exactly what to write and she ended up erasing a lot. But, she decided on a partial truth. There weren’t many personal details she was really willing to get into then and there. When she was finished, she pushed the paper towards him again. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]Tired AF| N/A | Interactions: Alvaris
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[Lizy]

Tori
​

Tori stepped into the cafeteria and grabbed her food. It didn't look great, but she could grin and bear it. Well maybe not the grin part, but she could bear it. She spotted Desmond sitting in the corner, with the girl from last night. Was her name Annabeth? She didn't really remember. There weren't many other people int he cafeteria yet, so she opted to sit at an empty table, hoping she'd eat her food fast enough that no one else would join her. She wasn't too positive about this first day and she definitely didn't want to kick it off with social interaction. She sat in silence, eating her food and wondering what her day would bring.

Gabe
​

Gabe rolled his eyes at her roommate who gave such a negative response. They hadn't even have a conversation and the boy already was done with Gabe. He grinned a second later, proud of himself. It was very entertaining to get people all annoyed and this roommate seemed to already be very. It would be fun to wear him down more. He sauntered towards the door. "I'm heading to breakfast," he announced loudly to his other roommate. He exited to room and walked to the cafeteria.

He approached the cafeteria and walked in. It was fairly empty. He frowned, an empty room was no fun, but then he caught sight of his grouchy roommate talking to a girl. Scratch that, this should be very fun. He took his food and walked briskly to the table his roommate was sitting at. "Hey roomie!" He said energetically, sitting down, although uninvited. He looked over to the girl and raised an eyebrow. "Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see," he smirked then turned back to his roommate, "Don't get jealous, I have one for you too. What's on the menu? Me n you baby." He chuckled. He knew how bad these were, that was the point. His goal was simply to be an annoying bitch.

Gomenesigh Alvaris

 

[Alvaris]

Desmond
Interaction(s): Gomenesigh Lizy

Desmond leaned forward and pulled the notebook closer. Not safe for her anywhere else? He had the sneaking suspicion that he probably didn't want to know why, but his curiosity was piqued nonetheless. He wasn't surprised by the lack of information she provided and figured everyone would handle the question the same way. His eyes flicked in her direction before he spoke, "I play drums. What's yours?" He hadn't met a mute before, only Deaf people.

The screechy voice returned and Desmond gritted his teeth. It took all his strength not to deck the blonde bobble head. Desmond looked over at him for a moment before looking back at Ana. "I don't know him," he said. It was the first day, don't start any fights, which was a line he was telling himself over and over again. Desmond wasn't going to fool himself into believing this kid was a somewhat decent human, he might be, but Desmond didn't care. The only person he liked here was Tori. He didn't know Ana well enough to have an opinion. Too bad wishing someone away wasn't an option. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Tori. He'd trade this guy he was forced to live with for her in a heartbeat.​

 

[Gomenesigh]

[div class=container][div class=image] [div class=title]Anabelle Crane [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]The Mute[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] She inwardly sighed and could feel her shoulders relax a bit when he answered her question and returned it in kind rather than ask her more questions about why she was there. She always expected people to ask lots of questions. Questions had made up most of her existence over the past few weeks. But, his was nice.

She enjoyed talking about the things she was actually interested in. She reached for the notepad, almost eager to respond when another voice called out to them. Desmond instantly seemed on edge and she saw another guy come up. Her fingers retracted for a moment, but eventually took the notebook back anyways.

She stared at the boy blankly as he started with the pick up lines, but then her brows furrowed together. She looked behind her, almost in disbelief that it was directed at her. She turned back and quirked a brow at Desmond. This was a situation in which she was glad she didn’t speak. She forced a smile and waved, but that was kind of it.

Roommates. They may not know each other well or not at all, but at least they weren’t alone. She spent a few moments scratching out the last few lines until they were illegible before writing again.

He seems kind of annoying, but at least you have a roommate.

I do artsy stuff. Drawing and stuff. Lighting stuff for theatre too.

When she was finished writing, she looked up and followed his gaze. Oh. It was the girl from yesterday. She wasn’t that excited to see her, but then again she didn’t care too terribly much. She had noticed him looking over at the food before and so wrote one more little blurb before ripping the piece of paper out and handing it to Desmond.

You can have my food. I’m not hungry. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]Tired AF| N/A | Interactions: Alvaris Lizy
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[Lizy]

Gabe
​

Gabe gave a hearty laugh at Desmond's reaction. "Claiming to not know me already?" he smirked, "It usually takes longer than that." He was throughly amused with the reactions of his roommate and would keep pushing further. "I'm Gabe by the way," he introduced himself to the girl with a grin, "Pleased to make you acquaintance, Tennessee." He had decided to call her Tennessee for the time being.

Gomenesigh Alvaris

 

[Alvaris]

Desmond
Interaction(s): Lizy Gomenesigh

Desmond didn't look at Gabe, his eyes were focused on Ana. He truly didn't know this kid and the only thing they had in common was the space they shared. Desmond got the sneaking suspicion that this punk was being intentionally irritating. What was it about Desmond that screamed 'annoy me'? Now he'd be trapped with this guy, at least he'd have the pool for solitude. Desmond took the paper and read it. He was definitely aggravating and he'd rather live alone. Artsy, cool. He wasn't skilled in that kind of art, and he'd only been in one play, which was when he was fifteen. The only reason he'd event tried out was because the girl he fancied was in it and if he got the lead, he have a chance to kiss her.

Tennessee? Desmond turned to Gabe. "Her name is Ana," he said glaring at the boy before looking back at Ana. "I'd rather live alone," he said quietly. "That's cool. I was never very good at drawing, but I was in a play once." He didn't get the kiss the girl, but he did get another girl so he counted it as a win. He glanced at her plate. "Only if you're sure." He stood, not sure if he wanted to leave Ana alone with Gabe. The cafeteria grew louder as more students filtered inside and he wanted classes to start soon so he could get away from them. Crowds could be suffocating. Was he really that hungry? He slide back down to his seat. "Thanks. I'm not hungry anymore," he said leaning back in his seat.​

 

[sox]

june malik​

June let out a yawn as he stretched his arms above his head, blinking away the fatigue behind his eyes. He had definitely not gotten enough sleep last night; how had six hours felt like one? The sleepy boy ran his hands through his hair to tame it before hopping out of bed, tank top and shorts ridiculously disheveled. Both of his roommates seemed far more okay with this whole "morning classes" deal than he was, or at least they put on a facade of it better than he could ever pull off.

With a sigh, he dragged himself over to his luggage and changed into a hoodie, light jacket, and jeans, topping it off with a beanie to conceal his hair rather than make any attempt at styling it properly. 'It's way too early for that shit,' he rationalized, figuring he'd get back into the routine once his sleep schedule had adjusted to the new system.

"Uh, yeah, sure," June called back to Harper's offer of a companion, voice scratchy from disuse. "They can't defeat us if we're in a pack. I'll take you up on one of those chamomile tea packets, though." He directed that last statement towards Spencer, sending her a toothy smile for her generosity. "There's gotta be hot water in a cafeteria, eh?"

Spoiler: Outfit

Interactions: Alvaris turtlepancakes

devon lee​

Devon cracked open one, narrowed eye at the intrusive knock at their door, scanning the room with murderous intent for any signs of a familiar, blonde airhead. If there was one thing the man valued more than his private time, it was sleeping during his private time, and very few dared to disturb that without fear for their lives. He could, however, picture one annoyingly caucasian face who might.

He didn't respond to Tori's morning greeting, far too irritable to do anything other than snap if he opened his mouth. Instead, he chose to wave halfheartedly, stifling a groan at the ache in his lower back from the shitty mattresses they'd been dealt. 'Some fucking home,' he cursed, praying that the bad energy emanating off of him was enough to make some authority figure somewhere down there stub their toe. With a highly dramatic sigh, Devon heaved himself off the bed and changed into a black hoodie and jeans, letting his naturally wavy hair fall free as it pleased. He didn't bother waiting for his last roommate (whose name he, quite honestly, didn't even know).

The trek down to the cafeteria was delightfully uneventful, since he remembered passing the massive double doors on their way to the dorms the previous night. Once he stepped inside, however, he nearly broke into a smirk at the painfully dismal state of the place. Despite there being far more faces than he had initially been aware of, the air hung tense and awkward, lacking any sort of inviting comfort at all.

'Better than prison,' Devon reasoned with shrug, wasting no time in grabbing a tray of aroma-less food and heading back out to the tables. There seemed to be a group of students chatting to his left, while his roommate sat by herself to his right. He didn't know what possessed him to not take a seat at one of the countless empty tables nearby, but he found himself gravitating towards Tori, figuring it would be best to let the girl know he didn't want any sort of bad blood despite his cold nature. Not caring if he startled her, Devon popped a squat across from Tori and let one headphone dangle while the other stayed in. He had no intentions of making conversation unless she did. His food would get cold, anyways.

A couple tables over, his ears picked up on the conversation taking place with the remaining students. It seemed like the flirtatious menace of last night had latched onto some new victims, particularly one girl who looked like her life was flashing before her eyes. As much as he wanted to snort at the situation, Devon caught on to the way the girl was scribbling in some sort of notebook and not speaking at all, leading him to put two and two together and deduce that she likely couldn't tell the dude to fuck off.

As non-awkwardly as he could, Devon cleared his throat in an attempt to get the girl's attention and allowed the faintest of smiles to touch his lips, flicking his gaze between her and the chair next to him in hopes that she'd take the hint. He wasn't one to get involved with others' business very often, but he also wasn't a monster. This girl didn't deserve to be subjected to such a vile sort of torture.

Spoiler: Outfit

Interactions: Lizy Gomenesigh

 

[Gomenesigh]

Ana had visibly twitched when the boy, who's name she learned was Gabe, had given her some kind of nickname. She frowned and clicked her pen in annoyance, but she really wasn't the confrontational type. Thankfully, Desmond spoke up for her. But afterwords she stayed silent, only nodding here and there as Desmond spoke. Though, she wasnt sure why she smiled. She definitely envied him. Annoying or not, having some kind of roommate would be better than nothing. But, then again, she didnt speak and so it became a lot easier to ignore people if she didnt want to talk to them.

At that point, she was sitting there awkwardly, not exactly sure what to do or say. Desmond had fallen silent and she felt as if any interaction would rile up Gabe. It was then that she heard a noise, although she wasnt quite sure what it was. When she looked around, she found a guy a couple tables over staring at her with a smile on his lips. She frowned back, although it wasnt out of spite or anything. She just felt strangely uncomfortable. But then she followed his gaze, which repeatedly looked to the empty chair next to him. It didnt take long for her to put two and two together as she stared blankly at him. She quickly looked back at Desmond and Gabe. She would feel bad for leaving, but... she looked back over just in time to see the principal walking over, her haze fixated on Desmond. She scribbled a little

Sorry, I think someone's trying to get my attention...and I think the principal wants to talk to you.

And ripped the piece of paper off, handing it to Desmond as she picked up her bag and notebook and scurried over to the table with the Asian boy. She paused momentarily, looking behind her to see the man had followed her, just as he always did. But, when she turned back she saw the girl from ladt night there, but she ended up taking a seat anyways. Ana didnt have to talk to her. She turned her attention on the boy, a tired smile passing over lips. She stowed her bag on the floor and pulled her notebook on the table.

Thank you. You really didnt have to do that...but thanks.

I'm Ana by the way. I'm here for theater and art stuff I think. What about you?

sox



Meanwhile, the principal made her way over to the table with Desmond and Gabe, a formulated smile on her lips and she cleared her throat. "Mr. Carter, could I speak to you for a moment?" She took a couple steps back and gestured over to the side, out of hearing range of Gabe.

Alvaris

 

[sox]

devon lee​

If Devon felt relieved that he didn't have to signal any harder for the girl to take notice, he didn't let it show on his stoic expression. As she stood and joined them at their table, he passively took note of how petite she was. He was rarely one to judge based on appearances, but it looked like this chick could be pushed over by the wind. She made herself comfortable beside him soon enough, and he averted his gaze to the notebook before him.

"Devon," he muttered back, feeling slightly awkward even though he had initiated this interaction. He had never been great at niceties. "I practice martial arts, and I swim." A moment of silence passed while he poked at his miserable portion of mashed potatoes. It had been too long since he last tried his hand at small talk, considering his long term isolation from the world while he battled his case in court. "What landed you here?" he finally asked, keeping the usual aggression out of his voice so she didn't feel pressured to respond if she didn't want to. "You don't have to tell me. I'm just curious."
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[Gomenesigh]

[div class=container][div class=image] [div class=title]Anabelle Crane [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]The Mute[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] Ana could pretty instantly tell that while this Devon had invited her over, he probably hadn’t anticipated much of a conversation. A slow building kind of awkwardness started building and she pursed her lips a bit.

She didn’t want to force him into this after he’d gotten her out of this situation. She had never been much for little conversation or many conversations at all for that matter. No one every really talked to her unless it was about something specific. So, it felt a little weird for her to have a conversation like this.

But then he asked the same question Desmond had, the one she had been wanting to avoid. Her brows furrowed together in though and she frowned a bit, absently clicking at her pen. Even now when she thought about it, she couldn’t think of a viable answer. She supposed she just give the same response. If she said something different now and either of them found out, it probably wouldn’t end well for her.

I’m not sure…I’m not a crim

I mean I never got in trouble…I think I’m just here for the safety stuff…and for safety reasons…

What about you?…You don’t have to tell me either.

She had paused multiple timees, first panicking because she almost called him a criminal and then she was just unsure if she should even ask. Honestly, she was just hoping he wasn’t a serial killer or something. She scooted the paper over to him and waited, her fingers twirling the pen absently.

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devon lee​

Devon read her response carefully, mulling over the words as an odd feeling came over him. There was something strange about her word choice, something that led him to believe she wasn't just a shy mute kid, but he didn't press any further. It wasn't his business, and he wouldn't want anyone else doing the same to him.

When Ana echoed the question back, he stiffened imperceptibly. What was the best way to say 'I beat a guy to death' without immediately driving the other person away? There were only so many euphemisms he could draw from in this situation, especially since he didn't particularly care to divulge his whole arrest story to two people who he had just met. These kids would be lucky if they ever got more than the pleasantries out of him.

"A man was hurting someone important to me, and I killed him," Devon finally breathed out, settling on the least damaging choice of words he could stir up on the spot. For all he knew, his roommate may have done something much worse, but for now, he assumed he should speak of himself carefully. There wasn't a single soul in here that he trusted, especially given their status as criminals. If they were anything like the professional fighter they were eating with, he couldn't place his faith in anyone.
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[Gomenesigh]

[div class=container][div class=image] [div class=title]Anabelle Crane [div class=line][/div] [div class=lil]The Mute[/div][/div] [div class=b][div class=lilimage][/div][/div][/div] [div class=info] [div class=post][div class=scroll] The silence between them dragged on a bit and she was starting to feel more and more awkward. After some time, she didn’t think he was going to respond at all. So, she turned to face the table, lips pursed because really there was nothing else to do. She had considered pulling out her sketchbook, but she really didn’t know how much time before class started and didn’t want to get into an artsy mindset only to be ripped away from it.

It was then that Devon responded and it wasn’t what she had expected at all. Although as soon as he said it, she wasn’t really listening anymore. Her hand had instantly gone up to her face, fingers tracing that one scar over and over again. She had tried so hard to forget that day, to forget the last 8 years of her life, which was no small feat. She had succeeded to a degree, but really all she had done was push everything away and do her best to not think about it.

But now, even at that slight mention, it was like the worst of the worst flooding back. Suddenly the room was too small and it felt like she couldn’t breathe. She had started squeezing the pen in her hand until she started to shake and the pen splintered and still she kept squeezing it. When it became too much and she had to choke back a sob, she stood up and practically ran out of the room without a backwards glance to Devon.

The man who had followed her in stayed close by, although she didn’t pay him any attention. Her arms wrapped tightly around herself now and she frantically looked around, for what, she wasn’t sure. But, she didn’t feel safe. Internally she was freaking out and she didn’t know what to do about it.

She walked down the hallway until she didn’t see anyone else around and collapsed into a corner with her head buried into her legs. Her fingers dug into her shoulders as her whole body tensed, even her teeth gritted painfully together as she struggled not to break down anymore than she already had.

Meanwhile, the man who was with her stood off to the side, talking into a radio and occasionally looking over at the girl. His whispers would indicate he was calling the nurse or someone with some kind of authority more than he had. He didn't approach her though or offer any kind of comfort. He was only there to watch and watch he did. [/div][/div] [div class=pos][div class="round1 round"][/div] . [div class="round2 round"][/div] . [div class="round3 round"][/div] [div class=stats]Tired AF| N/A | Interactions: Alvaris
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[sox]

devon lee​

Devon completely froze on the spot as Ana fled from the cafeteria. Normally, such a response wouldn't warrant anything but a dismissive shrug from the older boy, but her eyes... The look in her eyes had seemed so tormented, so distraught, and he had an inkling of a feeling it involved more than just aversion to his crime. He could recognize a trigger when he saw one, and this had definitely done the trick.

Once he snapped out of his shocked state, Devon's gaze turned to the abandoned notebook and bag lying at their table, left behind by their panicked owner. While he knew that he was the last person Ana probably wanted to see, he didn't know if she could sign. If she was already freaked out, not being able to communicate probably wouldn't help.

"Ah, fucking hell," he hissed under his breath before jerking out of his seat, scooping the forgotten items up, and storming out of the cafeteria in search of the petite girl. As he walked, he wrote a message on the first blank page of the notebook in case hearing his voice made things worse. It didn't take long to locate Ana; the guard who was meant to watch over her stood directly in the middle of the hallway, tense and urgent as his attention remained fixed on one corner in particular.

Devon jogged to catch up, slowing to a halt once he got within a couple meters of the body curled in on itself on the floor. Ana was having a panic attack, no doubt about it. He was no stranger to the phenomenon, and he doubted she was either. With a long, knowing exhale, the tall boy slowly lowered himself to the floor and set cross-legged, keeping the same distance as he originally had. He slid her backpack and notebook across the floor to her, leaving it open on the page he had written on, before leaning back against the wall.

"Hey, kid," he called out, tone casual but barely above a whisper. "I don't know what kind of shit you've gone through, or how awful life has treated you, but you're not helpless right now. No one can do shit to you here, understand? No one." A tiny, humorless chuckle escaped him at the irony of his words. "And yeah, I know, who the hell am I to tell you that? You don't need to trust me, but you do need to breathe, Ana. I'm not going to touch you."

Spoiler: Message in Ana's Notebook

"Sorry for triggering this, kid. I know I sound like a villain, but if you want to talk later, I'll explain. If not, no worries. I won't bother you."

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[Alvaris]

Desmond
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Desmond smirked and nodded as Ana walked away. They'd both somehow escaped the lanky blonde beside them. Desmond looked up at the principle and internally groaned. He hadn't punch the boy yet nor had he done anything else that deemed a talk with the high lady herself. Desmond stood and said, "Yes, ma'am." When she moved off to the side he walked over to where she stood. It had only been day one, what was his offense? Maybe she could read his mind and thought to interrupt before Gabe got a pounding.

He looked at the regal woman and crossed his arms. Ready to defend his actions, though he had no idea what they were. Maybe his brother decided to send him home and deal with him old school style, which meant a lot a manual labour. Eh, he doubted it. His brother didn't have time to hover between his business and his business. The silence between them wasn't long, but he felt a little jittery. It wasn't everyday that the principle of the school came to talk to a student.​