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I know deep down no one is perfect


Angel hadn't noticed the boy who had pushed by her until she heard his stuck up, cold voice over the violin. Angel's eyes snapped from the boy and the istrument to the snotty boy. She looked at him dead in the face with a look so bitter it was frightening. Her, fat? ? Yet another imperfection to face? No. She notcied the boy's skinnier than normal appearence and snorted. And anyways how dare he inturrupt the other boy who was making such beautiful music. The world didn't revolve around this kids boney a**. "Listen here skelly-boy, just because I'm not a walking stick figure who looks like they should be burried in the ground rather than walking the Earth doesn't mean I'm fat. And just because you asked, yes I ******** do thanks for asking!" Angelle shouted, forgeting about the music. Her escort was too late to react and couldn't catch her to hold her back as she stompped right into the break room.


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                                                Yet another day without her beloved high. Tea grumbled under her breath as she walked the hallways, her escort close at her side. The escort had learned he needed to be close to her in case she tried running. She had already tried too many times to count. It was surprising they didn't strap her to her bed and not let her out. The girl rubbed her tattooed arms lightly. It was a little chilly today, if she were high she wouldn't feel a thing. Another grumble at that thought. She decided she'd go to the break room and doodle a little. As they neared the room she could her some soft violin music. She glance at the male playing without a word, she didn't acknowledge anyone until the thin boy called out the black haired girl peering in the room. Tea glared at him fiercely. "Hey! Go be a douche bag somewhere else, twiggy!"

                                                Teagan rarely defended anyone, but him calling an obviously thin girl fat was uncalled for. At least her criticism was something she thought was useful. Shaking her head she sat down at one of the tables, grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil she began scratching out a picture. Tea looked up at the clock, almost dinner time, thank god. If she couldn't get high, she at least needed to munch on something to get her mind off it.

                                                The reason Tea was here was because she got into the wrong crowd when high school came around. She didn't want to be little miss perfect any longer. Her parents were too pushy when it came to her having to go to dance recitals and art fairs. In their eyes she had to be perfect. In her eyes, everything she did was out of fun and it was annoying they had to ruin it. So to push away from them she started smoking weed and going to parties. At first it was just to rebel, but then she got hooked. When he parents discovered what she'd been doing they immediately sent her here and made sure no one knew. It'd ruin their reputation if anyone in the neighborhood found out their daughter was a pot head! But in such a small neighborhood where everyone knew each other, things were sure to slip up.

                                                Tea was pulled out of her thoughts as the girl snapped at the rude boy and came storming into the room. What would happen next, Tea wondered. A smirk on her face as the kids glared at each other. Who cares if the guys music was interrupted, things were getting interesting.

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Pash wasn't sure how to take it when her dad sent her to rehab or the asylum as they said it. She told him she wouldn't drink anymore and he didn't have to worry but her father didn't want to hear it, none of it, nothing. He simply told her that he wouldn't even give her a chance of being anything like her mother. Pash thought that it was pretty crazy to think she would be like her mom was back in the day. The teen imagined she had much more control. She only blacked out once and woke up in the police office. That was about all that happened. Wasn't like she had some sort of seizure or worse a heart attack. Pops was tripping she laughing when her friend came over. The laughter didn't last long when her father came to take her to the car and told her friend to beat it and come back some other time. Before she knew it Pash was at the treatment center kind of miserable. She didn't realize they'd make her go cold straight out. There had been a hope in her mind she would start with three drinks a day and go down step by step. Kinda like smokes went pack by pack but there was no chance of that. She got nothing not even a sip or stupid cough syrup. Roling about in bed the teen was a bit hesitant to leave the room. They would probably sniff her mouth trying to see if maybe she had gotten something from her friends outside. Truth be told by now Pash wanted it bad, however, she did not want to betray her dad. She did have respect for the man, he raised her and she owed him a lot. Getting clean was something she would do to make her relationship with her dad the same way it was before.

Even if she wasn't in the brightest of moods at the moment she made herself move. The teen was convinced that maybe some contact with her own kind could do some good and she could actually talk to people who weren't hammered. They would still be fun right? that's what the young woman questioned in her own mind. People with a little alcohol were just a bit less concerned with the world around them and what other people thought. That care free attitude was always appealing to Pash and that's how she ended up hanging out with happy drunsk and becoming one of them.

Strolling into the hall Pash was stopped for the first time and had a little check up. When she was deamed perfectly sober the girl was allowed to start walking again. The minute she got to the common room of sorts she could see angry people. "Hell has begun."she said seeing three people going at eachother like it was jerry springer she hoped that unlike on the show things didn't get physical. Glancing about the room she saw a tatted up guy sitting alone with and instrument within his arms. She figured no artist would want their instrument destroyed so it was safe to go sit beside him. Stepping over she sat down beside him. "Hey you know what the hell is going on here?"she asked before staring him down. She was a tat studier it came from daddy dearest no doubt. "By the way i really dig your ink, some of them really remind me of my dads work. got a couple of my own just aren't showing."she explained trying to drive away the negative aura in the room with kind conversation.
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                                                  Monday was tired of being stuck in the hospital. She thought it was low of her father to call the cops and have her removed because she always came home drunk. She didn't think she had a problem seeing as how she was only seventeen years old. Currently she was in the gym running on the treadmill. Her hair was pulled back into a slick ponytail, her spandex shorts clung to her legs and her oversize t-shirt was making her hot. Luckily she had a sports bra on underneath it. Yanking the t-shirt off quickly so she wouldn't fall over she quickly turned off the treadmill. She had ran for forty five minutes and it was time to give her legs a rest. She used to be a skateboarder and that just meant she had to have the leg muscle and frame to do it. Now, she quit doing that and took up partying instead. None of her friends even bothered to return her phone calls, and her father wouldn't even speak to her. Grabbing a small towel she dabbed the sweat from her forehead. She had some free time still to spare before dinner time. She was starving and these schedule meals were not cutting it for her. [********] she mumbled underneath her breath before walking out of the gym and towards her room. Her throat was on fire but she didn't dare drink water. She couldn't stand much of any liquid if it didn't have a little alcohol in it. As soon as she reached the room she hopped into the shower. After that she stepped out smelling like vanilla. Towel drying her hair she walked into the room and made sure she was alone before dressing herself quickly. Running a brush through her hair she yanked on her beanie and tied up her vans before moving out of the room.

                                                  She wanted to go drum for a while so hopefully no one was in the room. Putting her hands into the pocket of her hoodie she continued moving through out the hospital quietly. As she approached the music room she frowned at the commotion going on. Looking at everyone as they all seemed to be ganging up on this one boy she rolled her eyes. "Excuse me, coming through, outta my way," she started off as being polite but fighting in the middle of the doorway wasn't the smarted thing these people could do. Rolling her blue eyes and with a small smirk on her face she ended up going over to the drum set. Shooting her eyes over at the boy who seemed to have a violin in his hands she grabbed a pair of drumsticks before sitting down behind the drums. 'One, two, three.' Tapping them together she ended up slamming the sticks against the drums in a beat that seemed to her to be very off. Getting angry and frustrated she started drumming harder but her eyes were on everyone who seemed to be arguing. She wondered if the nurses would come break it up before the fists started flying. Dropping the drumsticks on the floor and getting up rather quickly she dashed from the room. She was not going to be caught in the middle of this and she wasn't going to end up getting into trouble for something she didn't even want to be apart of. It was childish. "Well there goes my drumming session."

                                                  With a shrug of her shoulder she wandered around not very sure of what to do or who to see. She hadn't made any friends inside here yet, and she wasn't so sure she would. Everyone seemed so keen on fighting with each other it made no sense for her to try and make friends. She was supposed to be straightening up so she could get the hell out of here, and return home to her life. She had plans to leave her fathers home and never return to it again. Finding her mother may even be a good idea at this rate.

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I know deep down no one is perfect


                                                          More and more people began to collect into the break room, one girl shot a nasty comment at Riley that made Angel smirk. Angel's escort tried, unsuccessfully, to pull her back out of the stick boy's face, but Angel fought back and stood her ground. Then a girl marched in, shoved her way through the crowd and began beating around on a set of drums. Angel covered her ears for the length of time the girl played. It was unneeded noise, the least the girl could have done was play something nice sounding. . . like the music the kid WAS playing on the violin before the a*****e-ish stick figure marched in and the girl started playing the drums.

                                                          Angel was happy to see the other girl storm out and she took a few steps back from Riley. She had said all she needed to and anyways the kid wasn't worth her breath. She decided to head for a sofa behind him, pushing him out of her way (which wasn't hard since the kid weighed next to nothing) she took a seat and pulled her iPod out of her pocket. She unwound her headphones and placed them in her ears, she clicked play after turning up the volume to tune out everyone just so Riley couldn't reply. . . and if he did she wouldn't hear it.
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Blah blah, ********, blah, Cook thought as he listened to his escort and a nurse talk. Rolling his eyes, the young boy looked down the narrow hallway and watched as a few people passed. This place was literally hell on earth. He couldn't think of a single thing that was worse than this lifeless pit. No actually. It was worse when I had to run from the bobbies after Seth's party right into the freezing lake. But at least I was high then, he thought bitterly as he shot his escort a glare. The petite woman nodded almost nervously and said goodbye to the nurse before continuing down the hall with Cook. The sober boy could tell that this woman found him to be attractive but he knew she wouldn't act on it. Too bad.

Walking slowly down the long hallway, Cook could begin to hear a boy shouting and girl shout back at him. He was surprised to hear that there was a fight going on in this hell place. Smirking, Cook walked into the moderately large room and glanced around just in time to see a young girl storm out and another girl yell at the boy. When the young boy finally realized they were talking about their weight, he rolled his eyes and scoffed loudly. "Really? You're bickering about your weight? Shut the ******** up you t**t," Cook said, his eyes fixed on the skeletal boy. Cook stared him down, not blinking but instead watching intensely. He didn't understand what this boy was trying to prove to anyone but it entertained him--gave him something to do. Who knew, maybe if he was lucky a fight would break out between him and this boy.

Finally turning his gaze, he sat and let his eyes drift back to the boy for a second before looking around the room again in disgust. Cook needed to find a way out of this insane asylum and he needed to do it soon. Shaking his thoughts away for a moment, he looked over a few seats away from him and noticed a young girl with tattoo's and dark hair; the same girl that had also yelled at the skeletal boy. She was rather beautiful and Cook could feel a smile begin to play across his lips. Perhaps today was going to be a good day after all.


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                                                    Gail had been sitting on the couch, quietly observing everything for the past few minutes. She drew her knees to her chest, putting her feet on the couch, now trying to hide her size. Remaining quiet was her best defense, the last thing she wanted was to be called out for what people said was an unhealthy weight, and end up in the middle of this. She wasn't underweight, she was gorgeous, right? People used to say say she was pretty sometimes... and now she looked even better!

                                                    She had been listening to the music but now she stared at her hands, resting on her knees. The nail polish was cracked, oh well, she would have to fix that later. Gail laughed to herself, blood red, no wonder people thought she was violent. But how could she be? She was always standing in the corner, watching everyone else fight... well, until someone hurt a friend of hers, then she would get involved. Luckily she didn't know anyone here, and she didn't want to, she wouldn't be here long enough to be friends with anyone. At least she hoped she wouldn't. She would rather die than be here very long.

                                                    Trying her best to keep to herself she stared even more intently at the nail polish as a girl sat down next to her. 'S***, what if the boy follows her to get the last word?! Then I'm screwed...' She frowned, her concentration on the nail polish was ridiculous. Of course she probably looked like she belonged here, but the only obvious problem she had was her weight, and that she was doing her best to hide at the moment, now she just looked like she belonged in the looney bin. Continuing her concentration on the redness, she began to consider leaving, and heading back to her room.



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                                                    xxxxxFingers glided across the neck of the wooden violin as a bow wiped back and forth across the strings. The music. It was sad and gloomy yet at the same time beautiful and moving. Jo opened his eyes for a moment and noticed a dark-haired girl looking at. He felt his cheeks redden and his heart speed up. He wasn't use to an audience. Closing his eyes, he tried to forget that she was watching him. It wasn't long before the music had drawn his full attention and he was drifting along music notes. The a voice startled him making him jerk the bow sourly across the strings. He opened his eyes to see a boy sitting next to him. The boy seemed to request him to play a song for him to dance to. "Um-" he began feeling his face turn red. Just then, the boy unexpectedly insulted the girl who had been watching him. It was no surprise that the girl snapped at him and stormed in. Then another girl snapped at the boy. Jo felt his heart racing and his foot tapping to the pace as his eyes rushed from one angry face to another.

                                                    xxxxxJo watched all the angry people and felt a fight coming on. Then a girl sat next to him and began to speak to him. He looked at her with a shocked face. Why was she speaking to him? It seemed she was wondering what was going on. "H-he insulted her, and s-she insulted back." he said softly and quickly. "T-thanks." he said feeling his heart slow a bit but not enough to be back to normal. "W-who is your f-f-father?" he asked. If you hadn't noticed already, he has a terrible stutter which got worse when he was nervous. Then came in a British guy shouting for them to shut up. He looked at the male for a little bit but then his attention was grabbed by the sound of the drums. He looked back to see a brunette girl playing. She played for a bit but got frustrated and leaved. It was then he realized how many people were in the room. His grip got tighter on the violin, so hard that the strings cut into his hand and drops of blood slid down the strings. Jo didn't notice for he was more concerned with whether his heart was going to explode or not.

                                                    xxxxxJo stood up and looked at all of them. "N-n-now calm down." he said, his voice shaky and quick. "W-we just need to k-k-calm down." he said. He was already a nervous wreck that public speaking wasn't helping. He looked from each person to person. He felt small compared to them but in fact he was one of the tallest in there (six feet and three inches). He bit his lip and looked down. This is when he realized he was bleeding. He released the neck of the violin and looked down at his bloody hand. A nurse rushed over and wiped up his hand and bandaged it. She tried to get him back in his room but he said no. He grabbed a wipe and cleaned up the violin back to new. Jo felt like a fool and quickly sat back down in his seat. "D-do have a specific song i-i-in mind?" he asked the male. His voice was soft at first but he got a bit louder so he could hear. He remembered the boy had asked him for a dance song and he was trying to be kind to him. He knew what the boy had said was mean and wrong but there was no need for all the fighting. "M-maybe a song w-w-we could all d-dance to?" he suggested. He actually knew how to play recent pop songs on violin too. Jo also thought they could have fun while dancing.

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Asmin rolled her eyes as she walked slowly into the break room where they were all to meet before dinner that night. It was a regular day. Everyone she couldn't stand sitting in the same room together. She was starting to think she was the only one to follow any of the rules. She wore black flair jeans with her fave come to the dark side hoodie with bright purple cheetah socks. She knew no jewlery, peircings, necklaces, rings, shoes, laces, or strings on jackets were allowed. How everyone else got away with it she had no idea. Her Dr. Martains were taken upon arriving at the institution. She'd taken out her nose ring and the only thing they had let her keep was the pentical necklace she had worn her entire life. She had cried and begged until they said okay. She was sick of this place, but she knew she was safe so she almost liked it.

"Cook! Shut your trap you ignorant fool!" She let the words slip before even noticing that she had done so. She couldn't always control herself. It was one of the hardest things for her. She was here because she was psycho. No joke intended. She was crazy. Her PTSD had made her nuts. She had cut her wrists so bad she had huge bumps covering her arms. She had been trapped here for about two months now and still looked like s**t. She never showed her arms and never said anything nice to anyone. She had bashed in all the car windows at her home and drank herself sick, hacked up her arms and run away from home. She was crazy to say the least. She hated it. "Can we go eat now? Some of us DON'T want to starve to death." She was smart enough to say the last bit a tad under her breath. She was seriously done with all the childish issues. 'I drink to much, I don't wanna eat, I'm not perfect, No one likes me.' it really just made her sick. She really had issues, they were all just whiney in her opinion. She was busting her butt to get out and follow the rules. They had to monitor her meds, make sure she was stable, and understand what caused her to black out. She wasn't leaving any time soon. She was hardly making progress.


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"So it's really just a festival of fools?" Pash said hearing the explanation from the man sitting beside her. He was chocking up but she wasn't too bothered by it. The teen figured it was a symptom of withdrawal. He had to go without his happy place which was usually produced by some kind of substance. Going out of a comfort zone was harsh especially when you got kicked out instead of doing it gradually. Pash felt pretty bad for tensing him up but since she already did it there really wasn't any turning back."Your very welcome, have always preferred pieces that have color black outlines has always been the easy way out when it comes to tattoos in my opinion."she explained to him. As he asked about her dad Pash wasn't surprised. The girl didn't much look like dad and wasn't a man so family resemblance was always difficult."My dad is Edward Evans tattoo artist to the stars as some call him. Although sometimes he still spray paints murals in skate parks . He always tells me it's hard not to when he sees a great canvas." Pash said with a smile trying to show that not everyone in the room was ready to throw a rock out of the glass houses they all clearly lived in. She could only shake her head at them all. The more they attacked each other the longer they would be stuck here. Getting clean and away from the addiction wasn't the only thing, they had to become good members of society. Weren't they paying attention during orientation? Looking back to the guy sitting beside her Pash cringed a bit he was gripping onto his instrument real hard core. "Relax a little bit or your really gonna hurt yourself." she said just in time so see the blood drops from his cuts. Her own finger tips hurt at the thought of those thin strings digging right into them.

Pash scooched over as the orderly came running over to wipe his hands clean. Seemed like some people were having a greater difficulty with this break from their answer to everything than others. Pash could see him trying to play peace maker. It was a fail as her and her friends often said he just didn't have the booming voice and presence needed to convince the others they should listen to him. It wasn't long before he realized there was no soothing the storm and sat back down. He asked what people wanted him to play."Hmmm i always liked panic at the disco, think trade mistakes even has some violin cords in it."she suggested. Pash realized he was probably speaking to the people arguing so she sighed softly."Sorry know your not talking to me."she said raising up from her seat. He'd probably be better off with some space."By the way I'm pash and i think you should mello out a bit. No one is perfect here."she explained before turning her attention to something she had heard."Someone say food? I could go for it. Not a total fat a** just yet."she commented glancing about for a crumb to snack on.


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                                                    xxxxxJo was shocked that she was the daughter of Edwards Evans. "R-r-really!?" he said smiling slightly. "M-my arm tattoos w-w-were inspired by some of h-his works." he said touching his arms lightly. The man was an amazing tattoo artist! He wished he could get a tattoo from her father for a long time. Him and Kat Von Dee. He felt bad for making her worry about his hand. "N-n-no, its okay." he said looking at the bandaged hand. It really didn't hurt all that bad. He had done this before and had felt this pain. It was... refreshing. It showed him that he still could feel, that he was here and alive, that this wasn't a dream. Yet, it was a bit depressing for he knew he could feel. He knew he could feel pain, sorrow, and everything else that the world brought. If only he could have a quick smoke...

                                                    xxxxxJo smiled when she said she liked Panic at the Disco. "T-t-they are awesome!" he said actually smiling now. Before he would only keep a neutral face or a half-smile that would fade. He felt that he and this girl could be good friends. At least he would have someone to talk to if it came to it. He wouldn't have to be alone all the time. "N-n-no, I was s-speaking to everyone." he said. He wasn't sure why she didn't think he was speaking to her. Maybe she thought he was speaking to himself. Curse his stupid soft voice! He felt almost instantly like a fool in this foolish festival as she had put it. Then the girl introduced herself as Pash. Weird name but he wasn't one to speak. "I-i'm Johannes but call me J-j-jo." he said. The next part came out as more of a joke then she knew. Him mello? With our cigarettes? It made him chuckle for the first time in a few days. It was so rare that his nurse made a confused face as if she had just heard a noise she had never heard before. Well, he guessed that was true but he was sure his laugh was like others. Was it? Was he also a weird laugher? Maybe he shouldn't do that anymore.

                                                    xxxxxJo looked down when she said no one was perfect. He had heard this a thousand times, everyone said it. So many people said it that it felt like some pop culture that wasn't true. It actually grew to be quite annoying to hear. He was tired of being told the same thing over and over again. He wasn't stupid; he didn't need people to repeat things a thousand times for him to learn it. No one is perfect, got it. Then a thought came to him. He wondered if she thought he was nervous because of his stutter. "B-by the w-w-way," he began looking up at her. "I-i-i was born with t-this stutter." he said looking down at his violin. He felt a surge of anger. It was weird though. He felt it more towards himself than the girl. Yes, being anxious all the time didn't help his stutter but he was in fact born with it. When he was a kid, he use to do it only once in a while. Then when he became a wreck of a teen, it got worse unless he smoked and toke pills. "I-i know a P-p-panic at the D-disco song." he said. He put his chin on the violin and began to play. The song was missing the back ground violins but the main part was played. Jo wished he could play the back ground music on a computer or something but he didn't want to waste his minutes.

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"Yeah he really is sometimes i even tag along to his sessions. Been on the carpet a couple times too but when I'm all dolled up i can look worlds different than i do now."she said patting her cheeks softly where the blush usually went. "I'm sure he would totally dig that you had someone work off his style. Mean mimicking someone is the first form of flattery as some people say."the girl said. Seeing how much the guy actually admired her old man she laughed softly."You know if you want an original from him i could always tell him. Sure that he would give it to you as a right of passage from getting out of here clean and in one piece."she said smiling."I think I'll get another one myself , maybe something to add onto my fantasy scene."she said facing him with her back pulling up her shirt a little she went on."See it's already a pretty big piece but i want there to be something a bit higher up my back. Might hurt but the visual is gonna be wicked." she said before letting it down. "One thing to keep in mind is a friend of mine is a friend of his strange as it is."she added shaking her head softly. The girl was just close with her dad and it was hard to deny it and keep it under ropes. When he told her his hands were fine she gave him a salute with her hand."Alright then , just keep from hurting yourself anymore soldier man is all I'm asking."she told him with wink. This was supposed to be a place of healing so he shouldn't be hurting nore should anyone else.

When it came back to music she could see a spark in him . He really was into it and she could tell with every smile that came from him."Aww yeah they are, saw them for my fifteenth and it made me want to follow them on tour. Of course dad said no. Didn't want his little lady being a groupie but i bet ill be one eventually though."she said with a gentle laugh. It was hard to resist hitting the road listening to music you loved. being told everyone was addressed the girl was pretty happy."Alright I'll call you jo then if it's what you want." she told him. He got to choose his name just like she chose hers. It seemed Pash was pulled into a conversation and so she sat down again. Food could come around later. At the worst they could hang in her room and eat lunch together there."Comforting to know it's natural. Thought i was making you nervous and i have to say i really hate doing that to people."she said smiling softly."By all means a studder isn't horrible to be born with. It's a terrible past that most people have to live with. I got one to be honest but by now most people forgot about it. I'm sure after a little while of hang out around here i won't even hear you studder anymore. Who knows you might even get over it the more sober you get."she said although she wasn't sure.

From there on she let him play. Pash even managed to sing along a bit once she got into the beat. Some of the words were missing but she had the course down like it was nothing. By the end of it she was laughing."Didn't know it as well as i though. Should re listen to that sometime."she said with a smile."So what else you got? songs you have played so far have sounded pretty rad to me."she said honestly. Pash hoped it didn't come as useless encouragement."Real nice to here something different for once. Especially since i can't be getting any new stuff while we are all stuck in here."she said with a sigh slouching a bit.


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                                                All this fighting was rather ridiculous. Tea quietly watched as the kids exchanged words, the girl she defended getting very heated. Eyes roaming the room she noticed a girl who had sat next to the boy who played the violin, acting as if she were better than everyone in the room. Automatically on the dislike list. Teagan didn't think she'd like this place anymore than her parent's. Jeez, she sure needed a blunt. Tea rubbed her temples fiercely. She knew she had to keep her temper down if she didn't want to be tackled down by her escort. A grumble escaped her lips, barely audible, "Shut the ******** up!"

                                                At this time she felt as if she were being watched. By more than just her escort. She looked up from rubbing her temples and noticed a boy looking at her, a smile on his lips. A glare automatically invaded her features as she stared back at him. "What? Take a picture why don't you?" As she said this she closed her eyes, resting her head in the palm of her hand, elbow perched on the table. Yep, she didn't care for making friends at this moment. She just wanted piece and quiet. She definitely wasn't going to get that here. Maybe her escort would let her take a walk outside, or maybe she should just go back to her room for the night. Dinner wasn't sounding appealing at this moment. It had to be one of the noisiest places. Everyone would be there except maybe the kids with eating disorders.

                                                Teagan's eyes fluttered back open, glancing around the room. There still seemed to be a large amount of people. Pushing herself away from the table and getting up she briskly exited the room. Maybe she could get to dinner before the rush of kids. Tea rushed to the dining area and grabbed what she wanted to munch on before planting her butt at a table.

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Cook's gaze soon broke from Teagan and his yes instead danced around the room. People were beginning to speak to one another and were already starting to form their own little...freindship groups. We're not here to make friends. We're here to 'get better' and get the ******** out. Go back to our normal old lives, Cook thought bitterly. His thoughts were interrupted though by Asmin's sharp tongue. Pivoting his head quickly, his brows fell over his eyes and he glared at the girl. Giving her a once over, Cook could tell she was like any other psycho here and it only pissed him off. "Shut the ******** up you ugly bird," his voice was deep and quick, his british accent kicking in and his back becoming more rigid. Cook knew he needed to calm down so he took a deep breath and let his body relax against the hard seat. He'd be lucky if he didn't kill someone by the end of the day.

Cook's attention was soon brought back to Teagan though when she delivered her snide remark. Smiling some, Cook blew her a kiss and gave her a wink. "If I could, I would love," he said as a toothy grin began to emerge. His interaction with the girl didn't last long though because she quickly got up and walked off down the hall--probably to the dining hall. Standing, Cook flipped of Asmin and followed not far behind Tea down to the empty dining room. Cook watched as the girl sat at an empty table and noticed that she had a good amount of food on her tray. Good, she's not an anorexic. Makes it more difficult to get her though...usually the anorexic's are easy to get, he thought with a small smirk playing on his lips. Pushing himself back up, he slowly walked over to Tea and sat down next to her, his toned pale arm resting on the table.

Cook's eyes flowed along Tea's curves and his mind began to wander. She seems sane enough, she was at least witty and that was something that was always good. She would be fun to try to get. Clearing his throat, Cook's eyes found their way back to Tea's and he smiled once more. "So beautiful, tell me, who are you?" he asked, his eyes shining as his game began to take place. How fun.


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                                                  "Mr. Elliot, you have to get up sometime," Christopher heard his escort say to him as the mad stood inside the room. The boy let out a groan from the position that he layed in on his bed. He had claimed to be feeling ill after lunch, he had been lying of course, and was allowed to rest for the rest of the afternoon. But now that their recreational time was almost over and it was just about time for dinner, his escort had now come back and was trying to get him out of bed. "I don't want to," Chris said with a very distinct grumble in his voice. He was lying on his back staring up at the ceiling of his room. The boy had only been there for about two weeks right after he had gotten out of the hospital from his near death experience so he hadn't exactly gotten used to the routine yet. "Mr. Elliot, you have to get up. It's almost time for dinner." Christopher hated how all the workers around the facility called him by his last name. It felt so formal and he hated formal. He was a nice kid, but formal just wasn't really his style. "I'm not hungry," the boy said as he rolled over to face the wall. "You're already a cutter, we don't need you being annorexic too," the escort said. Chris turned back over and sat up with his legs off the side of the bed and his feet finally on the floor. "Fine," he said, glaring at the man and shooting daggers with his eyes.

                                                  Chris pushed himself up off the bed and slipped his shoes on. He went to go tie them, but forgot that they had taken his shoe laces. Since he had already almost killed himself before coming there, they didn't want to give him anything that he could possibly hurt himself with. He gave a small grunt before pushing past his escort and leaving the room. At first, he was going to head to to break room where he could hear voices and music coming from, but changed his mind, deciding that he didn't want to deal with people. As he reached the hallway that the break room was in, the boy decided to just take a seat on a couch at the end of the hallway. The escort grumbled and rolled his eyes at the boy then took a seat in a chair farther up the hallway so that he could still keep and eye on his patient but didn't have to force communication with him. Christopher shot a glare down the hallway at the man. Normally the boy was fairly nice to just about everyone, but there was something about his escort that just ticked him off. Maybe it was the fact that the man was basically assigned to restrain him if he got out of hand.

                                                  As he sat there on the couch, the boy pulled up the sleeves on his long sleeve shirt to examine the cuts on his arms. Since he had only been there a couple weeks, not all of his injuries had had the proper time to heal, especially because he kept picking at the scabs and making them bleed again. A lot of the cuts on his legs and torso had healed because he didn't pay as much attention to them, but the cuts on his arms were much more accessible to be messed with. Once again, Christopher began to pick at one of the scabs on his arm. Just as he got the edge of it scratched away and the wound started to bleed a little bit, a girl came quickly storming by him. The boy had been craving a little bit of interaction all afternoon since he had basically been alone except for his escort coming into bother him. "Hey! he called to the girl as she wasn't too far away from him yet. Chris waited for her to stop and look at him before continuing to talk to her. "What's wrong?" Chris was a very helpful guy and was always concerned about people who seemed nice. He liked to take care of his friends, and even though he didn't even know this girl, she seemed like someone that maybe he could become friends with from what he had seen of her over he past couple weeks he had been there.



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[ooc: sorry i took so long. btw, he's talking to Monday]

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