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 Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 7:53 pm
Jackie just sat there on the couch in the movie room her eyes wide. Andy had simply walked out on her, not even a word was given to her... Was she really nothing more than trash to him? She was completely offended and now she internally hated him with such a passion... Oh man... The next time she saw him she was going to hit him in the stomach so had he wouldn't stop pucking his guts out until his year here was up. She swallowed and tried to breath deep and calm down. Slowly she got up and walked to her favorite room in the building, the gym. She turned up the tunes and kicked off her shoes before strapping on five pound weights to her ankles and hopping on the treadmill.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 10:15 pm
 Aislin happened to look down at her watch. Great, she had only five minutes to get to her therapy session and she was lost. She dashed back the way she came. Luckily the place had one of those directory things posted up on the wall. Aislin followed the directions she hastily memorized and ended up plopping down into the patient's chair just in time.
After hearing all the questions, and giving all the right answers, she finally decided to speak up. "Look, not trying to be rude or anything, but my parents wasted their money sending me here. There is truly nothing wrong with me besides a wicked step mother. And before you go pulling all that mumbo jumbo about me thinking she is trying to take my mothers place, I don't mind that my mother is, for the most part, out of my life. My step mom just doesnt like me because I see through her bs, and I skullf**k her every chance I get. So, good luck trying to solve me." She said in a pleasant tone.
All she got was a look of shock. and a dismissal from the office. Aislin thought she did a pretty good job. She wasn't going to let herself be treated as if she had something wrong with her. And truly, if there was anything really wrong with her, it was that she didn't go down without a fight and refused to compromise herself. That was why she and her step mom never got along, she didn't let herself be pushed around.
Aislin started walking randomly again. This time she found the stairs that headed to the roof. Without a second thought she headed up them, and pushed open the door, and walked into the frigid air of a wintry New York. She instantly regretted the moment she did. All she had to keep her warm was a frail hoodie. She shrugged and started walking around. She noticed two others up there, and kept clear. To avoid hearing their conversation, she headed to the opposite side of the roof and began to pace to keep warm. .
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 11:58 am
 Pheebe Elise Magrill Pheebe looked at Andrew. "Hey." she said smiling. Then he made that comment? Which made no sence. But it was funny. So she giggled, not having an answer. "Soo, i'm guessing all three of us had have thrapy." Pheebe said, not positive if Joseph had, but he nodded yes, giving her her answer. "How was it?" Pheebe asked Joseph. She would of asked Andrew, but she already knew his answer.Nathan Joseph MagrillJoesph smiled at Andrew and Pheebe. "Eh, it was boring." Joseph said. Therapy wasnt fun, but it was bearble. Group therapy would be worse. Not to sound vain or anything, but he didnt want to listin to everyones problems. Even worse, having to explain his problems to the crowd. "Whats next?" Joseph asked. Blues Clues was almost over. Pheebe clicked the menu button, revealing that Dora the Explora was next. Joseph didnt like that show.
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 12:34 pm
Sarena nodded her head slowly in the chilly breeze as she listened to Lysander. She felt as though she had made a friend in him, but there was the possibility that he did not think the same. Either way, she now considered him one whether he liked it or not.
She was curious as to what his various mental problems were but she had a feeling she'd find out eventually. Sarena's blue eyes followed the cigarette he had carelessly thrown behind him, amused as he grabbed another. At least someone was making use of them. She sighed softly as she realized they would all return to therapy soon for group therapy. A frown etched her face as she spoke. "How do you think group therapy will go?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 11:38 pm
At the mentioning of more therapy, Lysander groaned.
"Oh bloody hell, they're making us do group therapy? Hell... well that's going to be interesting..."
Lysander was of course referring to the incident earlier of him cutting the one girl. That would surely cause a scene, cause drama, and cause other various things that Lysander didn't care for.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 11:35 am
Sarena shrugged as she shoved her hands into the front pockets of her jeans. "My thoughts exactly. I'm not sure when it's supposed to start, but I've heard many rumors about it." She took a long sigh as she lolled her head back to gaze at the sky. "It might be interesting to hear everyone else's stories."
[Sorry guys, I'm leaving tomorrow to my sisters. Not sure how long, maybe a week. I'll try to get online, no promises.]
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 11:39 pm
Lysander snarled.
"Eh. Bloody sob-stories... I don't really want to hear them. Let me guess... for you... you couldn't deal with the stresses that are involved being a model with the whole weight thing, so you tried to kill yourself. You got caught, they sent you here. Or some bloody rubbish involving addiction or some rubbish like that. Right?"
Lysander took another drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke twist and rise.
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 2:33 pm
A smirk set on her face at his words. She lifted her hands and slowly clapped, lolling her head to look at him. "Very good. Couldn't handle my father, became bulimic, attempted suicide." She then laughed, thoguh she didn't know what was so funny. "I guess everyoen here is pretty easy to read. Most of them feel 'worthless' or 'unloved'-" She lifted her fingers to do the air quotes. "And attempted to end it." She then looked back at him. "Except you of course. You were more creative."
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 5:41 pm
Lysander popped his collar in a mocking manner when Sarena applauded him. Oh yeah, he was good. Nothing stroked his ego more than when a girl applauded him. Lysander shook his head when she mentioned him, though. He took a drag from his cigarette, and spoke before breathing out the smoke, some of it escaping as he spoke.
"Nah. I was sent here 'cause I'm a bloody nutcase. I took one too many swings at my father, and I ended up here to sort out my anger and problems. Although, no one's really sure what my problems are, they tend to vary. Some say I've got APD, ADD, crap like that. Others say I'm bipolar and just acting out. Others think that I'm just plain psychotic. One thing that's agreed, though, is I've got a bloody problem. They're just not sure what. Hey, wanna see a magic trick?"
Lysander took out a rather large coin, and began rolling it on his knuckles. He loved this magic trick.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 12:29 pm
[Got a bti of a writers block, sorry for the short post.]
Sarena looked over at him with a small smile, nodding. "Sure why not." Her eyes wandered to his hands where he was currently rolling a coin.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 1:39 pm
Lysander grinned and swiftly took off his jacket. He handed the coin to Sarena for inspection as he also showed that, now shirtless, had no sleeves. He put the cigarette back in his mouth, holding it there and speaking.
"Okay, so, as you can see, that's a normal coin. And now, I don't have any sleeves. So..."
Lysander grabbed the coin, rolling it on his knuckles more. He began doing little tricks, flipping it up into the air and catching it with his other hand and various other tricks. Then, the coin vanished. Gone. Lysander held up his hands, revealing that it wasn't just in his fist. Lysander didn't even bother mocking amazement or mystical power, he just grinned. He then put his hand behind Sarena's ear, then put it front of her face. No coin. Lysander frowned, scratching his head.
"Now... where in bloody hell is that coin... wait, is it..."
Lysander took his hand and stuffed it in Sarena's pocket, and dug out the coin, holding it up, scratching his head.
"Why does it always go into their pocket? That's blood bizarre..."
In reality, Lysander knew why it always went into their pocket. Because it was part of the trick.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 2:06 pm
Aislin stopped her pacing after wearing a trench in the snow on the roof. She was going to get sick if she didn't go inside and get warmed up, and some actual pants on. At the moment she was wearing gymshorts. Not an ideal choice for snowy weather She skipped to the door leading downstairs with her numb legs, and avoided the other two on the roof.
As soon as she made it inside, she felt much better. The heat was helping, and she made her way to her room. She closed the door and changed into some 'PINK' sweatpants, and collapsed on her bed. It didn't take long for her to drift off into a light sleep .
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 6:12 pm
Sarena examined the coin before giving it back to him, unable to help herself from quickly taking in his shirtless torso. She giggled as she watched him flip the coin around and making a show. He definitely liked to show off. Expecting the coin to be behind her ear, she raised an eyebrow when it wasn't. Usually that's how the joke went. Sarena chuckled again with a bemused expression as he frowned and murmured about the whereabouts of the coin. A bit shocked when he suddenly reached in her pocket, she smiled when he pulled out the coin. "Very nice Lysander, very nice. I was expecting it behind my ear just like it usually is. But yet again, you've surprised me."
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