Realistic or Modern Riverbrook Academy For Talented Juveniles

[Gomenesigh]

The principal was very aware that most students felt uncomfortable around her. Especially given the type of school this was. But, her smile relaxed as she walked over with Mr. Carter and with a quick glance around, checked on the rest of the students. "Now, Mr. Carter. You're not in any kind of trouble, so don't you worry about that. Although from the looks of it, I may have come at an opportune moment." The principal almost smirked at that. While she couldn't be everywhere at once, she very much knew all the things that went on.

"I wanted to discuss your living situation for just a moment. As of right now, you're in a room with Gabriel and Leonard, but with our new student having just registered yesterday, we made roommate assignments a little too soon. She doesn't currently have anyone else in her room. Would you be interested in switching rooms?" The principal waited patiently, although she had a sneaking suspicion of what his response would be. There had been a reason she had asked him and not another student.

Alvaris

 

[Alvaris]

Desmond
Interaction(s): Gomenesigh
Mention(s): Kisaki

The smile on her face seemed positive and he felt less jittery as he waited for her to speak. He felt relieved knowing he'd done nothing wrong, that was a first. He gave her a small smile and a short chuckle at her comment. He was easier to read than he assumed or she was just that good. Somehow he got the feeling it was the latter. At the mention of 'living situation' he perked up. Could he be moving to a single? He knew that was wishful thinking. So that's what that other kids name was, Leonard. Sounds nerdy.

Would he be interested to get away from Gabe? A resounding yes was the only answer rocketing through his mind. Desmond cleared his throat and tried not to sound too desperate. "Yes, I would be interested," he said, keeping his cool. He was thrilled at the idea of have only one roommate opposed to two. He glanced at his watch, breakfast wasn't quite over yet and he probably had enough time to switch his things over before his first class. Then he wouldn't have to face Gabe when the day was done. "It won't take me long," he added. Desmond hadn't brought much with him.​

 

[Lizy]

Tori
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Tori looked up as Devon sat down across the way from her. She gave a nod in greeting. It looked like he wasn't going to make conversation, which she was glad for. Although she did wonder why he didn't sit at one of the empty tables. It would probably fill up more soon though, and she'd rather be sitting with an antisocial than someone who would be chatting her up. She glanced up as the girl from last night come over to him. She kept her head down, eating her food. She'd rather not be involved. She glanced up when Devon said that he'd killed someone. He said that they were hurting someone so she figured she didn't have to fear for her life. She wasn't a violent person by any means.

She watched as the girl ran out of the room and Devon followed. She shrugged, it wasn't her business. Tori finished up her food and then got up. She left the cafeteria, heading back towards her room. They had a bit of free time left and it would be a long day, so she was trying to just chill out as much as possible.

Gabe
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Gabe just watched as the two at the table interacted. He didn't want to say much more, especially when the girl was pretty much ignoring he was even there. They both left barely a moment later, looking relieved to escape him. It amused him slightly. He'd grown so used to people being annoyed with and hating him that he'd made it a game for him, a fond hobby. There was no real chance that people would ever like him for who he was, so why bother trying? He ate some more of his food then threw away the rest. He briskly walked out of the cafeteria, exited for the day ahead.

 

[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] It had taken all of her concentration to keep herself together; to again push the memories away instead of dealing with them in a healthy matter, to keep her fluttering hear from overriding all her senses, to keep the tears from falling, to keep as much of the stress away as possible so she didn’t have a full blown seizure on her first day.

When the bag and notebook slid across the floor, she instantly flinched, her body almost violently jerking as much into the corner as possible. The reaction wasn’t to anyone specifically, she hadn’t even realized anyone else was here.

It took her a moment to even fully comprehend someone was there and talking to her. Even when she did finally realize what he had said, all she did was shake her head and squirm in place. She hadn’t felt safe in years and being at this school didn’t change anything.

But, she did open her eyes enough to see her notebook and backpack, which she almost snatched off of the ground. She didn’t read what he had written, but instead clutched it to her chest. It was one of the notebooks she often drew in and art was one of the only constant things she had in her life. Having it close was enough to calm her down a little, just enough that she could focus on her breathing. Breathe. She repeated the word, over and over in her head.

At some point she had closed her eyes again and was rocking in place while her fingers brushed the edges of the notebook. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there for, but eventually she was able to open her eyes enough to look around. Devon was sitting there, although she wasn’t completely sure why. But, he seemed calm, which helped if only a little.

The man who always followed her was there as well, although two other people had joined him. Both in medical attire, one woman had an air of authority and when she looked over at Ana, quickly turned to hide something behind her back. The other was a much larger man and Ana instantly knew why they were there.

It was enough that a single sob escaped her, a shaky hand moving up to cover her face for a moment. But then she looked up at them, shaking her head and signing PLEASE. The woman had a syringe and she knew there was some kind of knockout something in it, but the last thing she wanted was more drugs in her system.

She hated the feeling of being helpless, powerless from the effects of the drugs that put her to sleep. The tears started to flow, which was probably for the best. She had never really dealt with the trauma.

She pulled her bag closer and then moved closer to Devon, although she wasn’t really sure why. She was frantic at that point, not really sure what to do. She looked through her bag until she found something to write with.

Please…tell them I dont want it

Her writing was sloppy at best and she wasn’t even sure if it was completely legible, but she was too scared for anything else. She pushed the notebook towards Devon and pulled the sleeves down over her hands and covered her neck. She half buried her face back into her legs, but really didn’t want to look away from the nurses.

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[turtlepancakes]

Spencer Jennings

Spence smiled as her roommates responded, glad that she was with kinder people. "Roger that," she said, throwing June a chamomile packet. She picked out a hibiscus packet for herself, she quite liked the sourness of it. It woke her up in the morning. "I'll walk with you guys if you want." She slipped on her socks and boots. "I've only got a vague idea of the layout of this place.

She sat up and began lazily putting her stuff back in her suitcase. Granny would kick my ass if she saw this mess, she thought to herself as she picked up her backpack. After debating on whether or not to bring her guitar case, she decided not to. It would be too heavy to carry around all day. She could just come back and get it. "You guys ready to go?

Interaction(s): sox Alvaris

Dennis Hartmann ​

After walking silently for several minutes, Dennis suddenly came across a young girl on the floor and a boy near her. She was obviously having a panic attack, it wouldn't be the first he'd seen at the school. He walked over to the pair quietly, not wanting to scare the girl. "Is everything alright over here?" he asked not exactly softly, but low to where he wouldn't be very loud.

He set his mug on a nearby table and stood in front of the two. Dennis directed his gaze to the girl. "I'm not going to do anything, I just want to make sure- that you are alright." His voice had screwed up, he almost switched to German; it made him cringe internally. He turned to the boy. "What happened?" He shot a glance at the others present and knew that he might be getting into some deep shit. Not that he wasn't used to that.

Interaction(s): Gomenesigh sox

 

[Kisaki]

Leonard

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The next day, Leonard unwrapped himself from his blanket cocoon and whinned as the sunlight hit his face. "Morning already." Leo stood up and stretched his arms out. He opened his suitcase and grabbed a simple outfit then headed to the shower. He was used to getting up early as his career kept him busy for the most day. Now that he thought about it, the school is like a vacation to him. Well, except for the fun part but it's still is something.

After dressing, Leonard waltzed out the room with a bag slinged over his shoulder. "Where can I get some food." He looked around and spotted a vending machine. Leo decided he was going to rebellious and eat chips for breakfeat even though the cafeteria was serving food. He looked at variety available to him, tapping his foot against the floor as he took his time to decide.

 

[Alvaris]

Harper
Interaction(s): sox turtlepancakes Kisaki

Harper nodded. "Same. I got here late too," She said with a small smile. She was eager to get going and to eat. Her main goal at this point was sustenance, which was the most essential things at this point. Her gaze rested on June and she hoped he knew the way. Harper opened the door. "So ready." Her stomach rumbled again. "So hungry." She added with a chuckle as she scanned the hallway. This place was big.

Not as big as her old school. Well, actually, it was way bigger than her old school. She glanced back at the room. "Come on, move those legs, I am fading away here." She pressed her hand on her stomach. They might as well know how much food motivated her. With a yawn, she stretched her short limbs and stepped into the hallway. It was quiet. Was everyone else already at breakfast? They better have something good. She glanced down the hall and spotted a guy. They had vending machines!

"Anything good?" She called to the boy.​

 

[Kisaki]

Leonard
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Leonard frowened as he found that the vending machine mostly held healthy stuff. ' Oh god, they don't even have potatoe chips' He thought. He wondered what kind of school invest in veggie chips.

Leonard turned as he heard a girl call out to him."Meh, they don't have much except for sun chips." He answered. Leo pulled out a dollar and placed it in the machine. " My breakfeast is going to be somewhat healthy." He picked up his chips from the vending machine's container and opened it. " Soooo...First day here?" He asked, popping a chip into his mouth. He needed a conversation mto distract him from being mildy upset because of vending machine food.

Alvaris

 

[sox]

june malik​

June cracked his knuckles and lightly flicked Harper's forehead as he entered the hallway. "Patience, child," he chided before starting down the path towards the cafeteria. He pulled up the mental map he had created of the school, picturing the exact route to get to the dining area in question. It wasn't far, but all the hallways looked similar enough for anyone to get lost in. "I'm kind of nervous to meet all the other kids, to be honest. You guys are the most chill people I've met so far, especially for a bunch of scary teenage delinquents."

He wouldn't have noticed the boy standing ahead at the vending machine had Harper not called out to him, catching his attention. The guy didn't seem too reticent, or at least not as reticent as some of the other kids he'd come across the previous day. "I think we're all in this 'first day' shit together, my dude," June greeted, walking over and extending his hand for him to shake. "June," he introduced with a smile.
Interactions: Alvaris turtlepancakes Kisaki

devon lee​

Devon almost groaned in frustration when Ana didn't seem to hear anything he said, but he knew how it worked. She couldn't help it, and he couldn't force her. When the trembling girl scooted next to him, however, his eyes widened imperceptibly in surprise until he read what she had written for him. A flare of protectiveness rose in the boy's gut as his jaw tensed, examining the syringe with narrowed eyes and a cold glare. Like hell if they'd use that shit on her.

The lanky boy whipped out his phone and headphones, setting the song to something slow and calming before handing them both to Ana. He guided each ear bud into her hands, nodding for her to use them, and stood up to face the man that had approached them. "She's not hurt. She just needs space and privacy, so if you could tell your little horse tranquilizing buddies to lay off for a damn second, she'd greatly appreciate it."
Interactions: Gomenesigh turtlepancakes

 

[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 sat there staring almost blankly at Devon, wringing her hands as the anxiety escalated again. She started shaking and her eyes kept shifting towards the group of adults. They weren’t making any moves to get closer to her, but they all stared and they were all tense, as if waiting for her to do something.

Then someone else walked up. It was another adult, but it was apparent he wasn’t someone aware of the situation. Still, it made her cringe and she ducked her had back down so it was against her legs, her arms folding back against her chest.

She turned her attention back to Devon, silently pleading that he would tell them. She’s not sure why she expected it, considering they didn’t even know each other. She just felt so lost and so helpless. She watched as he pulled out his phone and headphones.

She momentarily pulled away as he offered them to her, but she apprehensively uncurled her fingers and took the ear buds, her eyes nervously glancing between him and the group as she put them in. She put her hands over her ears and closed her eyes, trying to block out the world.

The music helped, but she still couldn’t focus enough on it. Her eyes would flutter open every few seconds, glancing at the group as if she expected them all to converge on her at once and put her to sleep. It was enough that she could at least calm her breathing a bit. It was easier now, although she still felt a tightness in her lungs.

The adults all turned their attention to Devon and the Head Nurse stepped forward. “We are here for her safety, young man. As well as the safety of the other students. We’re not going to harm her and we’re not going to touch her unless things get out of control.” She smiled at him, although there was no warmth in it, no compassion in the slightest.

“She is a very troubled young girl. We’re only here to do what’s best for her.” Her words at that point had changed tone to a more condescending one. The nurse was not known for her empathy and frankly did not care much about the students themselves. She was there to do a job and that was it.

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[turtlepancakes]

Spencer Jennings

Spencer followed the two quietly, not really up for making conversation while she was so nervous. She didn't really want to eat, but she wanted some tea. Maybe something small... but I'm too anxious for a lot, she thought. When her roommates stopped to talk with another student, she wasn't that interested. After looking around for a few seconds, she located the cafeteria and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, I'm gonna go on ahead..." she said quietly before walking off. As much as she appreciated having such nice roommates, she just wanted to relieve her anxiety. She entered the room silently and located a table that had a box of tea packets. Jackpot! Spence smiled softly, looking over the table. It had hot water, mugs, and generic brand tea packets. "Ew," she joked, pouring hot water into a mug. "Generics." She placed the bag into the mug and sat down at a table by herself.

Interaction(s): sox Alvaris Mention(s): Kisaki

Dennis Hartmann ​

"I understand that; believe me, I do, I'm just making sure everything is alright," Dennis said to the boy before turning to the other adults. The nurse hasn't changed much. "Most students here are, as you may know. However, this is a matter where the best thing to do is to do nothing at all. If you do not believe that, I am afraid I cannot change your mind." He looked sternly at the nurse. He knew some of these kids weren't that bad, and that the biases that some faculty held were bullshit.

"That's just a suggestion, of course." His tone was bitter this time. "From my experience that is the best course of action." Turning back to Devon, he tried to come off calmer. "I'm sure she would appreciate the comfort of a friend, over some strangers." Dennis stood firmly in his spot. "Again, suggestion," he remarked, giving a sly smile to the nurse.

Interaction(s): sox Gomenesigh

 

[Kisaki]

Leonard

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Leonard turned his attention to the boy next the girl he was talking to. He hadn't notice his presence until he spoke."You too? Aww, but I really wanted the new kid status." Leo pouted, stuffing the last chip into his mouth.

"My name is Leonard but just call me Leo," He shook June's hand, smiling back. "I guess we will have to survive this hell hole together." He crumbled the empty bag then threw it in the trash. The two seemed to be chill. They didn't seem to be the 'I'll stab you' type unlike the others he seen the hallway. Either way, he wasn't scared to aggravate the 'stabby kids' since he's a knowingly stubborn idiot.

sox
Alvaris

 

[sox]

devon lee​

Devon watched as the German man interacted with the nurse, warning them away in a surprising turn of events. He couldn't have been an administrative head, and he definitely wasn't a student, so the boy figured he was probably a teacher or some other similar staff. When he was addressed yet again, Devon straightened up and glanced back at Ana, mulling over his words before giving the him one curt nod of appreciation and plopping back down next to the panicked girl. Her breathing had seemed to calm down the slightest bit, but she was still completely curled in on herself, not making eye contact with anyone except the nurse with the syringe.

He shifted so he was directly in front of her, his broad shoulders blocking her view of the authority figures nearby, and debated on what he should do next. He could just scoop her up and run away, at least not without freaking her out and warranting a flock of security guards on his tail. He also couldn't just sit there idly and wait for the situation to worsen. 'Ah, fuck it,' he resigned, making up his mind.

Devon was never one to initiate physical affection; hugs weren't his forte, and anymore more was completely out of the question. For now, however, he could put his own comfort aside and help the girl before him. Careful not to startle her, he reached out to tuck her hair behind her ears, wiping her tears with his thumbs as he did so. He let his hands drop down after that, not wanting to touch her any more than necessary. "Hey, chicky," he called out, tapping his ear to signal through her headphones. "Wanna get some fresh air?"
Interactions: Gomenesigh turtlepancakes

 

[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 principle smiled at Desmond and clapped her hands together. “Well, that’s good to hear. I’m sure Miss Anabelle will be delighted to have a roommate.” She turned just enough to face the door leading to the hallway and waved him in that direction. “Of course, there’s a little bit of time before your first class. If you wanted to go now, I could show you which room you’ll be moving into.”

But really, her main concern was making sure everything happened smoothly. The principal was one of the few staff members who had chosen to work at that school voluntarily. She knew all the kids had troubled pasts to some degree, but they also had talent and potential. She was determined to help these kids reach that full potential too.

But, she would be foolish to completely ignore the fact they all had been on the bad side of the law. Plus, she was already privy to the fact that Desmond and Gabe were not on the best of terms. She would rather not risk something happening on the first day of classes.

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[Alvaris]

Desmond
Interaction(s): Gomenesigh

Desmond's eyes widened for a moment. Anabelle...Ana? The girl that fled the table? At least it wasn't because of him. "Yes please," he said, not forgetting to be a well mannered little criminal. He pulled out his room key and smiled a bit. At least his roommate wouldn't be the most aggravating person he'd met here. "Thank you," he added before running his hands through his hair. He somehow managed to get away from the bobble head.

Maybe first days weren't as bad as he thought. So far it was going well. He had breakfast, avoided a twerp, and got a space away from said twerp. Desmond walked toward the hallway, feeling a bit lighter than he had an hour ago. As the walked toward the dorm area, he hoped his room was some distance away from Gabe; though he'd managed to score a new room, he was pretty confident Gabe wasn't done pissing him off.


Harper
Interaction(s): Kisaki sox turtlepancakes

Harper smiled at the boy with glasses before speaking, "Sun Chips are better than nothing." Her stomach rumbled lightly before she turned to Spencer. "Catch you later," she said before looking back at Leo. "I'm Harper and I'd survive much better with some food." She understood where June was coming from and though she was rather outgoing, that didn't mean she didn't feel nervous about meeting other people. She had run into a guy yesterday, well, he literally plowed into her and he wasn't exactly friendly. She hoped she wouldn't run or be run into others.

This kid seemed nice enough though. "What are you in for?" She asked Leo as she kept walking toward the cafeteria. The distinct noise of chatter reached her ears and she wondered just how many students were in this place. It seemed crazy how many "bad" kids there were. The smell of sausage and bacon filled her nose and she smiled. She was so ready to eat and begin her classes just to get rid of her nerves. First days were always the worse because she never knew what to expect.​

 

[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] “Alright, then after you Mr. Carter.” The principal would lead the way to Desmond’s room in silence, giving him space to unlock the door and go inside before following. She wouldn’t watch directly what he did, but she kept an eye out, just in case he had plans of stealing or messing with the his old roommate’s stuff.

Once he was all packed, she would lead him down the hall until they reached one towards the end. There were a few doors past this one, but none of them were in use as of yet. She unlocked the door and then exchanged it with Desmond’s old one before ushering him inside. “Well, here it is. Feel free to put away your stuff as you see fit. I believe Ana has chosen… this bed.” She pointed to the one closer to the window. It was still made, as if it hadn’t been slept in the night before. There was a small suitcase at the end of the bed, but besides that the room was bare. “Take all the time you need, just don’t be late for class.” She smiled at him and then left him to it.



“Yes, and I’m sure you hold all of the qualifications to make that kind of judgement Mr. Hartmann, but as the medical professional here, I am the one to make these decisions, not you.” Even so, she stowed the syringe in her front pocket, her arms crossing over her chest as the girl was hidden from her sight, listening more than watching now.

Ana had momentarily disconnected from the world, almost like an out of body experience. Her focus on the music had drawn her in so completely, which was really the only thing that was helping.

When Devon sat back down next to her, she jumped, but it still wasn’t his she was worried about. This new guy and the nurse seemed to be talking with the nurse showing visible irritation. The last thing Ana saw was the nurse dropping the syringe into one of her front pockets before Devon moved to sit in front of her.

Her initial reaction was to tense, her eyes frantically trying to keep eye contact on the now hidden group. But, Devon’s sudden touch distracted her enough to look away. She initially pulled away, half concerned it was going to lead to violence and half confused at what was going on.

She wasn’t used to any kind of affection in the slightest. Not that she never wanted it, but it was always associated with fear. Poking and prodding from doctors and the violence her father and his friends brought were the only ways she had been touched over the past several years.

Once she realized that Devon was not in fact about to hurt her, she let him brush her hair back and wipe away the tears. It was strangely comforting, but she was still hesitant.

She saw his lips move, but the sound of his voice was muffled through the ear buds. She instantly took them out and when he pointed at his own ear, she handed everything back to him, averting her gaze to look back at her lap. She looked back up at the mention of going outside, though her eyes immediately shifted in the direction of the adults, even though she couldn’t see them.

She looked back at him and nodded, although she didn’t immediately stand up. She felt safe to a degree, sitting there curled up like that. Standing up meant feeling exposed and she really wasn’t looking forward to it. But, she couldn’t sit there forever. She slowly grabbed her bag and clutched that along with her notebook to her chest, using the corner of the walls to help her to her feet.

Once she was up, her gaze moved back to the group. The nurses and her guard all looked at her carefully, none of them seemed too pleased. The nurse held her look until Ana looked away and then leaned up to whisper something into the guard’s ear before patting his shoulder and leaving, taking her assistant with her. What they didn’t seen is that the syringe had very discreetly left her pocket and been placed in one of the guard’s. [/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 sox turtlepancakes
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[turtlepancakes]

Dennis Hartmann

"Medical professional my ass..." Dennis mumbled as the group walked away. He didn't particularly enjoy working with some of the faculty. He turned back to the students, who were both sitting down. "If you want, I will leave you alone. But if you would like a quieter place, my door is always open. My class isn't until after 10:30." After picking his mug up from the nearby table, he gently smiled at the two. "I hope your day gets better."

There was a slight pain in his stomach after the whole interaction. It wasn't common knowledge that he had some trauma from his time in the police force, and he hated how the nurse used her 'knowledge' against his judgment and experience. She was pretentious, in his opinion. She didn't feel for the kids like he did. Dennis always believed they could have a second chance. Not all of them were bad. The principal had called him the previous night to fill him in on students who weren't at orientation. she mentioned one that the faculty needed to keep an eye on. Was this the girl she mentioned? That would explain the number of people focused on her. Like that would do a damn thing to help this poor girl. He couldn't help but think of his own daughters. He attempted to brush away these thoughts, although to no avail.

Interaction(s): Gomenesigh sox

 

[sox]

june malik​

June grinned back as his greeting was accepted before pocketing his hands yet again. "There's a cafeteria, like, right down the hall, if you want some actual food," he suggested, raising one eyebrow in confusion at his choice to gravitate towards the vending machines. He didn't even know if he had brought any cash to use at this school in the first place. He'd have to check that later.

"Let's walk and talk, yeah? My stomach's running on air, right about now." He gestured towards the direction Spencer had gone, hoping they'd carry the discussion down to the cafeteria so he didn't starve in the middle of a prison hallway. June also wanted to meet all the other kids, since he hadn't gotten the chance to last night. Would they all be as friendly as Leo? Even if they weren't, he wanted to see for himself.
Interactions: Alvaris Kisaki

devon lee​

Devon let out a pleased hum as Ana complied, grateful that she had entered a stubborn mindset throughout this whole ordeal. With one last glare sent in the guard's direction as a silent warning of, 'Stay back at least ten meters or I'll break your knees,' he guided his female companion down the hall, a gentle touch on her lower back urging her forward through the maze of pathways. The layout of the school was complicated to the point of being ridiculous, but he managed to find a familiar landmark and lead them back to the courtyard he had found the previous night.

With one hand, Devon held the door open for her so she could explore the small garden on her own. The opening was well-maintained, with tiny ponds lying between trimmed bushes and a couple benches to enjoy the fresh breeze. It looked far more open in the daylight, inviting and warm as opposed to the cold interior of the school. "No one else knows about this place yet, so you don't have to worry about the other kids seeing you," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. He hadn't planned on showing anyone else the courtyard, but something told him Ana needed the space more than he did.
Interactions: Gomenesigh

 

[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 stood there awkwardly, glancing first at the man who was still there. She nodded, but kept her head down. She was honestly grateful for the offer. There had been many times at her old school where she would find solitude in classrooms.

But then she looked at the guard and the receding backs of the doctors until Devon stood up and while she let him guide her through the school, she was still very nervous. She was constantly looking behind her at the guard, half expecting the nurses to show back up.

Beyond that, she was very jumpy. Every loud noise made her jump and every stray movement that caught her attention made her flinch. She still didn’t stop, though, not until they got to a small garden. Devon had opened the door, but she stood inside the school almost in awe.

It looked so peaceful and so… alive compared to the drab of the school. She almost didn’t think it was real. She looked at Devon, unsure if she was really allowed to go in. Eventually, she went in, small steps taking her over the threshold.

It was instantly warm and inviting and she dropped her supplies to the ground, not even caring about them. She instantly walked over to the water and sat down, kicking her shoes and socks off before pulling up her sleeves and pant legs. Her skin was almost unbelievably pale and it was difficult to make out most of the scars on her limbs, all save for one. One scar stood out with its bright pinkness. It was healed enough that there were no more scabs, but the color indicated it was still pretty fresh.

She leaned forward and plunged her hands in the water, letting the coolness wash over them for a moment before sitting up and scooting to the edge. She put her legs in and laid back, letting her arms sprawl out to her sides as she stared up at the sky. It was bright blue today and only a couple small clouds scattered across her vision.

It was nice. She knew she was being watched, but it was almost as if she weren’t at the school anymore, that she was somewhere she could actually feel free and safe. It was the first time she had really started to calm down enough for her body to relax and her breathing to slow down. Her body still shook periodically and almost looked as if she were being shocked, but it was really only a long term effect of the seizures.

She let her eyes close and though it was small, the corners of her mouth turned up enough to form a smile. The warmth of the ground and the warmth from the sun folded around her almost like a blanket. At this point she didn’t care about the school or about the classes. She just wanted to stay there as long as possible. [/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: sox
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[Alvaris]

Harper
Interaction(s): Kisaki sox

"Likewise," Harper said as she stepped into the cafeteria. Her eyes widened at Leo's response and then she frowned as he laughed. "Funny." Her voice was flat as she spoke, but a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "You're a funny guy aren't you?" She moved toward the line, eager to load her plate with the breakfast goodness before her. Her eyes scanned the cafeteria, she spotted Spencer alone. They had a lot of students crowded around tables. Many were laughing.

She wondered how many new students were here. Most of them seemed seasoned, but who knows. "I-" She started and looked at June for a moment before returning her attention to Leo. No lying this time. "I got caught stealing and lying to the police." She shrugged, grabbing a plate before loading it with some eggs, sausage, and bacon. This 'no lying' thing wasn't as thrilling as making up a story. Her reason sounded lame compared to what she'd come up with last night.​

 

[Kisaki]

Leonard​

"Nice to meet you Harper." Leonard started to walk along with her and June. The food in the cafeteria didn't smell half bad. Leo looked over to the food being served. He was expecting nutriloaf and unidentifiable green glob like he has seen in prison documentaries.

"I killed someone," Leonard answered with a stern face. He then laughed, looking for the twos reaction."Nah, just kidding. I just stole some money from a casino and led the police on a wild goose chase because I was bored." He said with acquiesce, waving his hand as if it was nothing. He grabbed a cartoon of milk from the nearby stand. "What about tou two? You hardly seem like criminals." He asked, taking a sip from the cartoon.

 

[sox]

june malik​

June's eyes widened for a split second before Leo clarified that he was joking. Only one other person had told him about something like murder, and he didn't know how he'd feel about interacting with someone of that empathy level. It was one thing to move money around, or hack into a non-sentient program, or to run a drug ring. It was another thing altogether to take someone's life with your own two hands. The boy was glad Leo was the former.

"Nice. Love a good chase," June commented, grabbing his own tray and piling on a la carte items. "I forged a bunch of documents and IDs. I probably wouldn't have been found guilty since I'm really damn good at what I do, but I showed up to the trial crossfaded like it was nobody's business." He chuckled as he explained, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
Interactions: Alvaris Kisaki

devon lee​

Devon watched on silently as Ana let herself slowly, but surely, release the tension in her body. He didn't have anything else to say to her; she was in her own world, clear to the eye. A half-smile touched his lips as he stayed to the side, choosing to settle back onto the bench from last night and not interrupt her time in the sun. The security guard hadn't followed them out, though the boy kept a weary eye on his silhouette through the glass panes in the doors to his left.

To be quite honest, he hadn't expected taking Ana to the courtyard to actually work this well. It was a nice area, but it was small and surrounded by towering brick walls. All he knew what that the halls of that building had the magical power to sap all energy and life out of its occupants, and while he remained unfazed, others definitely hadn't. Devon also felt pretty awful about triggering whatever it was that caused her to enter such an extreme state of panic. He had killed someone, sure. He felt no regret for his deed. But was it horrible enough to send someone running the other way? He shrugged it off and played with the tears in his jeans.
Interactions: Gomenesigh

 

[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 wasn’t sure how long she laid there for, just soaking up the sun. She stared at the sky above, not focusing on the memories or the building or really anything around her. Her mind emptied and allowed her to numb up a bit, at least on the outside. She never believed she would truly be free, but she had the feeling occasionally and latched onto it for as long as she could.

Eventually, she was getting a little too warm for comfort. It didn’t help that she wore all black, but it had still been nice to get outside. She sat up and pulled her legs from the water, letting them warm up for a moment before she looked around. She hadn’t really noticed the intricacies of the garden, but it was detailed and clean enough for her to realize someone actively took care of it. It was full of life and there didn’t seem to be anything else in school like it.

Her eyes eventually landed on Devon, who was sitting a little distance away on a bench. She wondered how he had found this place or exactly where in the school it was for that matter. She hadn’t gotten a grand tour the day before, but still nothing like this appeared anywhere else.

She quietly got up and walked over to her fallen bag and notebook, scooping them up before sitting on the ground next to the bench. She didn’t make any initial attempt to communicate, but instead started drawing the garden in front of her. She didn’t know if she would be allowed to come back so just in case, she wanted to commit it to memory. Really though, she was trying to figure a way to explain what had happened. Did it make some of her anxiety come back? Absolutely. It made her heart race, which only made her draw faster, but she felt like she owed him some kind of explanation.

It seemed as if they had barely known each other 10 minutes and he had already done more for her than most people had her entire life and to react that badly to what he had said… she had to say something. But she had no idea where to begin. How did she explain the reaction without going into detail about absolutely everything, which isn’t something she wanted to do.

With a sigh, she turned to a blank page and angled herself enough so he couldn’t see what she was writing, although she leaned over the notebook enough that her hair hung down and covered it as well.

I’m sorry you got roped up in all this

My father and his…associates… were not good people. They became really powerful and did a lot of really bad things to other people…and to me. It lasted for a really really long time and I just…haven’t been able to deal with it.

It wasn’t about what you said you did…it was more the other part. The drugs and the scar on my face…its a lot to do with what they used to do.

But also a couple months ago I tried to end…things…I didn’t want anyone’s help and I got kind of violent…they kept me sedated a lot. I think that’s why this guy follows me around. Just in case I get like that again.

She wasn’t exactly sure why she said as much as she did. It was almost as if once she started, she really couldn’t stop. She hadn’t ever told anyone before outside of the police. At some point she had started crying again, although it was really just the tears that fell. Sad tears that barely even scratched the surface of how she was feeling. Mostly nervous and beyond terrified that she was actually telling someone. When she was finished she pushed the notepad over to him and sat there staring at the ground, nervously clenching and unclenching her hands.

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[Kisaki]

Leonard
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"What can I say, I'm not much of a doom and gloom guy," Leo gazed over to the food available. Life was too exciting to be mad at the world all day. "Shesh, they put you in here for that? Usually, they slap you on the wrist and tell you to go home." Leonard said, grabbing a plate of eggs and bacon.

Leo was expecting more from June, but he did seem like the techy forging guy type. "Forging documents, huh. I'm starting to see similarites between us. We're either stealing or conning others." He chuckled, amused by the likiness of their crimes.

Leo nibbled on a piece of bacon. He still found it odd that they'll put criminals like them into a luxurious school instead of juvie. He had guessed their talents had wowed the school enough to warrant their stay. Not that he was complaining. It was better than sharing a cell with no privacy.

sox
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[sox]

june malik​

June grinned and thumped Leo's shoulder in acknowledgement of the comparison. "Great minds, my man. Great minds." He finished compiling his eclectic assortment of food items and joined the others back out in the seating area, wondering where he should sit. Tori was by herself at a table, as was Spencer, but his eyes came across a new face seated not too far away. The guy seemed like he didn't belong there, all smiles and sunshine, enough to make the taller boy curious of his story.

With a shrug and bite from his apple, June sauntered over to the table with the blonde kid and plopped down, figuring he'd introduce himself now while he could. "Hey-o. I didn't meet you at orientation. I'm June," he greeted, waving his apple.
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devon lee​

Devon had just began to doze off when the sound of sudden movement caused his head to jerk back up. The alarm quickly faded from his eyes, however, when he realized it was just Ana making her way towards him. As awful as it was, the boy was grateful for the sound of lead scraping against paper rather than the chirps of a human voice right then; he had dealt with enough people in one day, and classes hadn't even started. This girl didn't seem to care for the overly saccharine attempts at conversation the other students were laying on. He liked that.

When Ana suddenly placed her notebook before him, Devon glanced towards her in surprise. The sight of tears dripping from her cheeks sent a new wave of alarm through him, but he held it in this time as he read over what she had written with a serious knit in his eyebrows. Once he was done, he leaned back on the bench, jaw tensed and eyes hardened. Everything suddenly made a lot more sense; what happened to his sister was a mirror image of what Ana was describing. Those residual traces of rage and hatred reared their heads at the connection, causing him to feel a lot more protectiveness of this girl he just met than he'd originally signed up for.

"Well, damn, chicky. You don't have to apologize for that," Devon mumbled, not good enough at the whole heart-to-heart schtick to be more eloquent with this words. "Makes a lot more sense, though. Thanks for explaining..." He ran his hands through his hair, letting out a long sigh of weariness in the process. What was he supposed to say now? Should he explain his story better to her? What if it triggered her again? He felt he at least owed her as much, even if it wasn't easy. "My sister's ex-boyfriend was a real cumstain," he began tentatively. "Always used to hit her and treat her like shit. I think she finally snapped after two years of it and chewed him out while he was staying over, because the fucker went absolutely apeshit and tried to force her into... doing things. I tried to get him to back down, but he was way too aggressive. So I, uh, I broke his neck. He died at the hospital." The last part came out barely above a whisper, reflective and thoughtful at the heavy weight of the words.
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