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"I can call him whatever I want." Justin declared after he took a sip from his drink calmly. "Whether I have the right to or not doesn't really matter now does it?" Justin referred to the fact that if they were all crazy then in fact, the were all 'psycho' and therefor it didn't matter. His logic was hard to understand and who could tell if Justin even made sense of what he said before he spoke it. He didn't seem like the calculating type.

Seeing that Aiden was obviously upset, Justin sighed and then motioned for Aiden to go after Tristan. "...At any rate. I know for the fact that that kid has a warning in his file for being a suicide risk." Justin said casually, though he knew that this would only further frighten and upset Aiden. "You should go make sure he doesn't do something stupid like loose it and kill someone again or himself."

Justin had a bad habit of making bad situations worse and by the way he was acting it almost seemed like he enjoyed it. Despite his demeaning tone, he spoke truefully when he said that Tristan had been labeled at risk for suicide in his file. Justin had came across Tristan's file when Abby had spoken to him at the main cabin and he had snuck a peak at it while Abby had left the room.

Justin's eyes narrowed slightly and he shrugged. "Who knows what could set him off."


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Tristan walked past Allumen and Liam as he headed towards his room. He glanced at them briefly as he passed but did not stop to speak, only wishing them a good night and then a mumbled 'I'll see you in the morning."

His exhaustion had finally put a damper on his mood and he could not rid himself of the tight feeling in all of his muscles no matter how hard he tried to calm down. Sleep sounded like the most wonderful escape to him. He wanted to just go to sleep and forget everything that ever happened. He wanted to wake up and not be able to remember his name or where he was... things would be so much easier then.

Despite his desire to go to bed, Tristan paused and stopped on his way towards his room. The dirt path leading from the cafeteria forked, one way leading back to the dorms while the other led to a building that looked like a stable. He just stared, his eyes half closed. His younger sister used to ride horses.... before....

[[Yar, I've been instructed to throw an OOC blurb up here before posting. So, yes, here it is. Amazing, ain't it? Just look at the brackets! 8D

Er, the important part, right. I know Iah in real life (yeah, she IS that weird) and so I get to post now! Nice meeting you all. <3]]

And what a... "pleasant" surprise would be awaiting Kindred once he did decide upon retiring to his room. If he had thought a double was bad, well then, what about a triple?

A soft sigh passed, unhindered, over Gabriel's lips as he dropped his body down to the unoccupied lower bunk. Was it his? No, but he'd be damned if he was going through the trouble of climbing that ridiculously angled ladder one more time. In fact, for a moment he debated the thought of using furniture as a stepping stool from this point out to avoid having those slabs of wood digging so unforgivingly into his feet. The blankets crumpled beneath the weight of his body as his rump landed heavily upon the mattress, ruining the work of whom ever had so tediously made Kindred's bed. White paint was splattered over the surface of the boy's pants and, idly, his fingernails began to pick at the hard dried splashes in efforts to remove them. Too many times had he fought with those stains, and even now he really didn't anticipate them peeling away from his leg. It was a battle he and the washing machine had lost plenty of times - and it serves him right for wearing the form-fitting jeans while he worked. Giving up, he slid his arms forward, elbows resting upon his knees and slender arms draping between his legs as he surveyed the room. Nothing special, but he certainly wasn't fond of the idea of being packed inside like sardines. Bad enough this was like camp; one of those annoyingly social efforts. He'd half-expected inspirational happy faces to be plastered on the walls. Or, maybe hearts and peace signs. Love, happiness, whee! ... Ugh.

Gabriel had a lanky figure, and his long legs were slowly stretching out before him to point black sneakers into the center of the room and the area rug that stretched over the wood floor. Neutral colors, as opposed to the peppy shades he'd been anticipating. A frown tugged upon his lips, shifting the ungauged ring that looped over the center of his lower lip as he eyed the wooden furniture and the clear distinction between where Liam's belongings ended and Kindred's began. He'd had quite the time determing where to put his own things, struggling with the task of making sure he wasn't intruding on anyone else's personal space while still sectioning off enough room for his own personal needs. Abby hadn't mentioned anything about what drawers he should or shouldn't use, if there was any distinct line that seperated "his" side of the room. In fact, while she seemed a very nice young woman, she hadn't said much aside from that typical welcoming drivel that went in one pierced ear and straight out the other. Welcome to... to a place he really didn't want to be. Perhaps the bitterness would fade with time, as he got to know the other boys and became familiar with the location. Isn't that what they always said? Frankly, he could see no therapeutic value in being distanced from his already established social life and surroundings to be placed amongst a bunch of "mentally unstable" strangers.

His hands fiddled with one another as gray-blue eyes moved from Kindred's rather lacking personal belongings and to Liam's far more impressive collection. Things looked richer, more expensive when they belonged to the one boy and already he was starting to note the distinct differences between his two new room mates. He was willing to make bets on what belonged to who at this point... and he was probably right considering the drastic differences between the two boys. Right to a point, of course, deciding what name applied to which boy was a different story. Kindred sounded like an uncommon name, and some upper class people sought that sort of thing to distinguish them. Then again, Liam had a certain ring to it. Hmm.

Plucking a silver band from his ring finger, he rolled it between his fingertips, the metal chilled to the touch. And... what now? He was unpacked, his bed was made, and it was silent. He could have tried to go to the cafeteria and meet up with the other boys... but... no. Knots in his stomach prevented him from doing so and as such he opted to remain in the room and wait it out. Surely those two boys would be back sooner than later and he was in no rush.

... However, he did rise from Kindred's bed after reconsidering. That was rude, wasn't it? He'd gone and rumpled the blankets! Smoothing them rather begrudginly, he turned afterwards and approached the ladder to his little niche. The upper bunk it was, and those damnable steps. Ouch.

((Welcome, Zvee! 8D Gabriel seems like much fun. <3


@Iah: D: Nuuuuuuuuu~! Aiden needs people. Lots'a people.))

((So that's how you spell it xD I could have just gone to dictionary.com and not be stupid but meh... *kicks wireless connection*))

Allumen nodded. "I don't think it's just curse words." He smiled softly. "They repeat phrases randomly or when they get nervous. Usually something they were talking about at the time. I haven't really done a study of it or anything, but there was a kid in one of my classes that had it. It's pretty easy to cure I think. Just some medicine, but I don't really know. You probably don't have it..." He stopped talking abruptly as Tristan passed by to say goodnight. He murmured something unintelligible and moved to stand in the shadows again. Three was definately a crowd. Then Aiden shot by and he rolled his eyes. And now there was drama involved as well, by the look on the kids face. Then again, he couldn't exactly expect the place to be normal now, could he?

The frantic sound of footsteps rushing towards him caused Tristan to snap to attention and turn around. He put out his arms to catch Aiden and steady the skidding boy. Blue eyes wide and confused, Tristan looked to Aiden with a truely perplexed expression as the boy blerted out how sorry he was.

"...I shouldn't have joked and then I wouldn't have-- but you're okay? I mean he - that guy said you might.... I...."

Tristan's eyebrows furrowed in futher confusion and his first reaction was to calm the boy down with a steady but gentle "Shhhh...." He removed his hands from Aiden, feeling the body was steady enough to stand by himself before he shook his head faintly. "What are you talking about?" He asked first but then he realized what Aiden had meant by 'that guy' and slowly the pieces of the puzzle came together in his mind and he could guess what had happened.

"... I'm fine... and you have no reason at all to apologize to me. You didn't do anything wrong." His confused look softened slightly and he sighed. "....Don't let that a** hole get to you..." He paused and then offered a fragile smile to prove to Aiden that he was okay. "... or else I'll have to kick his a** if he bother's you again..." He said quietly, though by his tone it suggested that he was kidding... but who could tell? He was tired and therefore his emotions were dulled and unclear. Chances were he probably would have liked to go back and tell off Justin if wasn't so tired.

((^^;; I can be such a blonde sometimes though...))

He hadn't meant to offend. Allumen didn't think of tourettes as being that big of a problem, but then again, some people could be embarrassed by it he supposed. "I'm sorry, I really was just trying to help..." he only hoped he wasn't making the situation worse. He should probably just go back to his room now in order to avoid trouble. "I uh... I'll see you in the morning then." He said hastily and left for the dorms abruptly. Allumen did most of his thinking in hs head, so it was often hard for people to follow or understand his actions. He wasn't used to communicating with people and being social wasn't just a problem because he was embarrassed, he just didn't what to say or know how to act acceptably.