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Tristan glanced to Aiden before his gaze fell to the floor once again, too heavy to connect with anyone's eyes for too long. There had been other people who had said the same thing to him... that it wasn't his fault and that if he had been there at the time of their murder then he might have lost his life as well instead of stopping it. But something preventing from him thinking that way.... he told himself night and day that he had seen the warning signs but had ignored them, never thinking that anything this horrid would happen. His face remained sullen as he looked at the ground, however his lips quivered as he thought of how to answer Aiden without seeming too harsh.

"It makes sense...what you are saying. But at the same time... in my case at least, I knew that there were warnings signs.... I knew that he was sick in the head.... but I never thought it would have ended like it did. I never thought he would actually go that far. I didn't listen to the warning signs like I should have. I... could have prevented it. I know I could have."

Abby listened to Tristan speak however she didn't interrupt the boys, feeling that despite the few flare ups in personality, the boys were actually doing rather well. She could tell that most of the boys here were hardened to the pain of others and even their own pain. Naturally, they just wanted to shut out all the troubles and not aknowledge them. She expected Tristan's more emotional speach because his tragedy had just occured and the pain he felt was still fresh in his mind. She could only hope that as the boys spent more time here, they would open up more and not be so cold.

Her eyes flew to Jeffery and the guard who had just walked in and she quickly moved to greet them. In a whisper she briefly spoke to the guard about the note before she turned her attention to the new boy. Not wanting to interupt the rest of the boys, she moved over to Jeffery's side and quietly spoke to him seperately, her eyes wearily watching him play with the lighter. Fire made her nervous in general, and for the student to walk in and instantly play with one, a warning flag went up in her mind.

"Hello Jeffery, I'm Abby. Would you like me to call you Jeffery or do you go by something else?" She asked with her usual warm smile she wore every time she met a new student.

Tristan stole a glance back up at Aiden and then simply shrugged his shoulders in reply. He thought for a moment and then placed his elbow on the table and cradled his head in his hand. His blue eyes seemed to lose their painful gleam and once again took on the dullness of indifference.

"Don't worry about it, Skittle. Its just the way I am. " He said in a calm tone and ironically, the shadow of a smile seemed to tug at the corners of his lips. He yawned and then covered his mouth with his hand, his nonchallant mannerism returning. "I just hope that there is a hell.... and that Gordon is burning in it."

Justin, who didn't seem to catch on when was the proper time to speak and when wasn't, smirked and looked around the room as he chuckled. "See? Burning father figures seems to be a common theme around here."

Tristan glanced at Justin but remained silent. The look on his face that was given to justin said it all: 'idiot' .

((sorry to have taken so long to post again...just had to finish up my attempts at NaNoWriMo. And Immortal, maybe if you posted the pic at photobucket and added a link to the picture, so we could all see it? Please?))

During this entire conversation, Seamus had been slouching in his chair with his legs sprawled out in front of him. Letting the stories of the others sink in.

He wondered if he had made a mistake in coming here after all.

From the description of RRC, he knew that troubled teens came here....but.... he guessed that he hadn't expected anyone with issues like these. With any serious issues, anyway. Maybe an eating disorder or two, or maybe some goth kid that wrote angsty poetry and "cut himself to feel the pain, and oh is that My Chemical Romance on the radio?"

Seamus had grown up like a normal teenager. Nobody he had known had ever been molested, let alone raped. He got into fights with his friends against assholes from other schools, but had never seen death like some of the other boys in here had. And his father would cut off his own hand before using it to harm him!

He guessed that it was about time for him to speak up, since he was the only one aside from Jeffrey that had yet to explain his situation. Seamus just hoped he didn't sound like some sort of wuss.

"Then I appear to be the exception to this 'Flaming Father' theory of yours, Captain Retard. It's called 'tact'. You should try it sometime," he drawled in Justin's general direction.

Sighing and running a hand through his hair, he put on a front of being unashamed and stated, "Well, I guess it's my turn to share. Obviously from my little performance in the caf earlier, I have issues. -It's called Narcolepsy, which means I randomly fall asleep during the day. I'm usually only asleep anywhere from a few seconds to a few minutes. Earlier was one of the few times it's been over that.

But obviously this has made my schoolwork one huge crapjob, since I'm always sawin' logs, so I'm hanging out here so I can redo some of my high school classes. Hopefully after a year or so I'll have done well enough to hightail it out of here and go off to college."

After finishing his speech, he tilted his head slightly up and to the side and
added in a serious tone, "I don't give a flying ******** about what happened in the past. Yours OR mine. If you guys respect me, I'll respect you," at this point he playfully smirked, "and if you piss me off, I can be a helluva an annoying b*****d."

((Nah, the drink is fine. If you want to lend it as sense of irony, you could make it a coffee cup (lol). But having him hold something balances out the picture, since the others are all doing actions that reveal some part of their personality, y'know? Ultimately, it IS your decision, as the artist. ^-^ Maybe I'll try to cook up a doodle of my own for everyone....))