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"Understandable." She remarked and then pocketed the medicine. She turned to dispose of the cotton and then laughed softly at Kindred's question. She turned to him with a soft smile and then placed her fingers on her chin, as if in thought.

"You tell me." She replied in an open ended tone. Kindred could tell her anything he wanted or nothing at all. "I'm not sure if you are familiar with this program at all but... I have a feeling that you will find yourself with many more liberties than at any other treatment center... and also more privacy." She explained.

"You are going to be the one who helps you the most.... and the other boys will help you to learn as well." She paused, always finding it hard to explain exactly how her program worked. "I feel that we help you better adapt to society.... though we never ever say that society is 100% right.... and we do not make you conform to any sort of 'perfect' standard."


"My goal is to have you and all of the other boys to leave here as people who can fuction in society and be comfortable and happy." She smiled gently at the end. "...which leaves a lot of room for how each of you will turn out."

((I finally scanned all the old crap art for this RP. xD;;; It's soooo bad.... >>

drawn at 2AM... >>
*cough* fugtacularly ugly pic of Aiden
chibi ;^;
Orpheus and Aiden


Ohyah... and I'm too lazy to PM (which is a bad thing), so....

Merry X-mas, DC
Merry X-mas number one for Immortal number two ))

Orpheus watched the other tack up pictures with minimal interest, his amber-toned eyes glancing back towards the book every few seconds. His gaze finally rested on Seamus as the question was formed. And he replied with a shrug.

"Nnn... not more orientation... some meetings, I guess... but they're usually optional and... Most of everything here is just... boring, I guess. Some stuff happens and there's things to do... but....." he explained rather unhelpfully. Orpheus was almost painfully vague even at the best of times.

He had, of course, noted that Seamus seemed to be quite a bit of a talker. Orpheus didn't overly mind it - at least it was better than sharing a room with a chipmunk - but it could get annoying.... Not that he generally showed his anger, but....

Grabbing both sides of his T shirt with opposite hands, Tristan lifted his hands over his head, stripping himself of the T shirt he felt like he had been wearing for much too long. As he did this, he absent mindly chose his favorite band T shirt and unfolded it in preparation to put it on. Not realizing the condition his body was still in, he had forgotten to mention to the people at the RRC that his stepfather had put up a good fight before Tristan had managed to kill him. On his torso, were old bruises that were so large that one might have thought that maybe ribs had been broken or that organs were damaged underneath the skin.... however Tristan had lucked out and only left with 'beauty' marks from his ordeal.

Placing the shirt back over his body, he turned to look at Aiden.

"So, do you know anything about this 'Orientation' tomorrow?"

As he asked, his eyes traced the room and all of the things in it. Aiden deffinately was odd... but Tristan couldn't understand why anyone would consider him a "menace to society" or whatever label you had to have in order to be sent to a place like this. In his sleepy state, he had forgotten that Aiden was a prostitute. and was having a hard time keeping himself coherent. With a yawn, he stretched and then rolled his shoulders before his hands ran over the only familiar thing he knew in the room. He took the guitar out of the case and looked at it for a moment, however his hands made no efforts to play or even tune. He was just content with having it with him, the sounds it made to be saved for a time where he could actually put energy into playing.

((WARNING: Long a** post but its getting out why Kindred is here >.>; wink )


Kindred sighed and looked up at her. Am I going to be arlight? He almost laughed. "There's only one way to find out." he replied. Kindred opted for the single room, enjoying his privacy. He also wasn't much of a social butterfly. He left the small meeting room and followed the hall to his room. He found it with ease and went in, closing the door with a soft click. The boy looked at the arrangements; a dresser with the promised clothes, a simple cot with a pillow and blankets, a desk and chair with a lamp nestled under the window in the corner. It was simple and it was enough for the boy.

Kindred didn't have much time before there was a knock on his door. A man entered wearing a brown suit and holding a clipboard and notebook. Before he introduced himself Kindred knew who he was. "I'm the RRC's pyschologist." he said. "I'm here for just a quick prelimanary examination." Kindred nodded and seated himself on his bed. The doctor smiled and took the chair by the desk.

"Now um... Kindred. Why don't you tell me about yourself and why you think you're here." Kindred repressed a sigh. To the other boys and Abby, yes, talking about what he had done and why he was there was a subject he wished to avoid. But he had jumped through this hoop several times and knew what to say to get the guys off his back.

"Well lets start at the beginning." Kindred said."

"When I was 7 my dad disppeared. He didn't walk out on me and my mom and he didn't die. Just went to work and never came back. Apparently he worked for some sort of governemnt crap but I don't know the specifics. My mom remarried two years later and had twins, Marieanne and Kenneth. When I was thirteen I ran away from home. I was the black sheep and figured they wouldn't miss me.
There was a big manhunt for me but I just avoided people, lived out of dumpsters and stuff. Eventually made it across the state, made some friends and moved in. I enrolled in school but eventually had to leave. My friend's parents kicked me out. I was a burden that they didn't need. I was 15 by then. Thats when I met Jack who introduced me to the wonders of heroine. Didn't take me long at all to get addicted and for a year I lived in a crack house, stealing money when ever I needed a fix.
That was until I woke up to find Jack rooting through my pockets. He grabbed a wad of cash, only about fifteen bucks and I tried to grab it back. We struggled over it for a minute or so and then it got serious. A few punches and kicks, he knocked me back and grabbed the nearest thing he could; a needle I had made ready and then passed out before using. He musta been doped up to because he jammed the thing right into my chest and hit an artery. I had a minute or so to stare at the saringe and watch the drug slowly drip in before I passed out. Well, actually I died. My heart stopped and so did my lungs. If it wasn't for the raid on the house I'd be dead...still.
Cops found me and called in the paramedics who ripped out the saringe and jammed their own in; a nice shot of adrenline. Waking up from being dead to a needle in your chest is not the best expierence. They rushed me to the hospital and kept me there for sometime. I lost track of the days. I have some minor brain damage from being dead; bad head aches, trouble remembering simple things. Also spurred my Nosocomephobia and Trypanophobia.
I kinda escaped from the hospital; they didn't want me to leave. I couldn't take it anymore so I ripped my IV out and kncoked down any nurse, doctor or orderly that got in my way. During my new stint of being homeless I met a...very good friend. He took care of me, got me off all the drugs and helped me get my high school diploma. And so it was devestating when he had to leave, he went back home to Europe, and had to leave me behind. It would have been impossible to get me through customs without some realizing I was the missing kid from a few years back.
So I was on my own again... and ended up in the hospital. I passed out in a cafe`, another lovely side effect from being dead for five minutes. I woke up in the hospital, freaked out and ended up breaking the arms of two orderlies and giving a nurse a serious concussion. The courts looked at my record and sent me here. Peachy?"

The doctor was silent through all of this, scribbling notes like they always did. He looked up and smiled, like they always did. Kindred didn't return it, like he always did. "Well I'll compare my notes to your record and go over it with Abby." he said and stood. That was not normal.

"Why are you going to go over it with Abby?" Kindred asked. "She makes many of the evaluations. Is there something wrong?"

"Uh... No." Kindred sighed. "I guess not." The doctor nodded made one more note and then left. Kindred rubbed his forehead and then his hand drifted towards his right arm. His fingers scratched at the old scars from the many needles. Great, just great.

Allumen gave him a shy smile and took his hand. "Allumen." He did his best to smother his French accent, which was sometimes hard when he spoke his own name. "Abby isn't so bad really..." He shrugged and curled his legs up and under himself, putting his arms back to support his weight when he leaned on them. "I'm sorry we have to share rooms. I don't suppose anyone was too pleased." He said after a moment, just watching his new roomy. This was his way of trying to start conversation. He hadn't had much practice after all.

((Okay, I've sort of figured out this whole personality thing finally... Allumen's father was religious and all that rot, but Allumen doesn't share his veiws. So up until his father died *cough, was murdered, cough* he was told he was evil, forbidden to talk to his peers, beaten when he misbehaved, and forced to pray, etc. so Allumen isn't used to being free to be himself... Yeah... Okay... Don't mind me... -_- *dies* And he has a split personality which didn't have much time to present itself during the meeting and is currently nameless.))

As soon as Liam trailed off, he grew distracted as his watch began to jingle a little melody. “Oh,” he murmured, then stretched his arms out wide. “Well, I guess we can talk about all that later. I’m gonna go watch my show, you can uh... stay here and settle in. Yeah, I guess that would be... fine.” Every word was soft and carried a hint of nervousness, but no matter what his new room mate thought of him, there were more important things to do - such as watch prime time television. Slowly, he began to shuffle backwards, his hands clasping behind his back so he could deactivate the alarm on his watch.
“Okay so... um.. If you need me... Though I guess you won’t... I’ll be in the rec room, bye.” Slam. The door closed behind him, and he let out a long, deep breath. Other people made him nervous, and Jeffery was no exception - mostly because Jeffery would be sharing close quarters with him.
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“How dare you. How DARE you. Don’t you know who I am? It’s because of me that your paychecks are signed, that you have a place to sleep at night. And yet you come to me, with what? With THIS? Pathetic.” As the woman spoke, she gestured with a stack of papers, love letters between her and a certain someone that was not her husband. As she finished, her eyes, vivid, blue and familiar, flashed with anger, and the stack of papers fluttered into the roaring fireplace to make her statement loud and clear. The maid, however, had a look just as ferocious and predatory as she responded, her lips curled in a smug smirk as she barked back at her mistress in a thick, heated accent.
“Oh, I know who you are, all right. How could we forget the almighty Mrs. Pepper Lanigan? You have everything you could ever want, but that’s never enough for you, is it? You have the husband, the house, the car, the pretty jewelry with the big diamonds, but it is never enough, is it? Well, you think you are so smart. But I have copies of those letters, and that means you’ll have to pay unless you want Mr. Lanigan to see-“ Suddenly a brisk slap struck the dark haired maid, and she and the platinum blonde woman began to tussle.


Liam was glued to the screen, entranced with the image of that classic beauty Hannah Blake as she gave the cat fight scene her all, wrestling and rolling across an elegant Persian rug as her French twist came loose. As it cut to commercial, he settle back down onto the rec room carpet, appearing much calmer and satisfied than he had in weeks. It wasn’t until he heard the voice behind him that he realized that someone was in the room with him.
“Oh, that must be that Another Tomorrow show, huh? Big hit, that one. On the cover of all the scandal sheets. Shouldn’t you be showing your new bunkmate around and playing nicey-nice?” The older woman smiled softly as Liam sat upright with surprise, then turned around to see her. Sighing a deep sigh of relief, Liam returned her smile, albeit a bit awkwardly.
“Fanny, all done for the day, huh?”
The cook nodded, then began to take her apron off. “Yeah, Miss Abbey’s gone and ordered pizza for you boys, so no need for me. And don’t give me that look, I’m taking care of you.” From the pocket of the apron she had balanced over her arm, she pulled out a cellophane wrapped square and offered it down to the waiting hands of the young man, who cheered up slightly as he set it down in his lap.

“Thanks Fanny, it looks delicious.”

((Cute pictures Mie, smile They're aaaaaaaadoooooorable!))