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Does a lot of reading turn you off from roleplaying?
Yes, I don't feel like reading a whole story before I can get the idea of what the Rp is about.
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Yes, I get intimidated by them. o.o;
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No, I just skim through them and pick up the stuff I deam important from it and base my posts off of that.
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No, I read the entire post and make sure I completely understand the plotline before I post.
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Total Votes : 28


Immortalatheart

PostPosted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 6:17 pm


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"Your grades have been slipping drastically, Tristan..." The guidance counselor left the statement open ended, waiting for an explination from the young man sitting (or rather slouching) infront of her. His only reply was to lift his distant gaze from the floor and meet her own, apathy clearly shown. She sighed and looked at him with concern, her voice dropping low as she peered at him cautiously. "I understand what happened has effected you greatly and I wish I could change everything for you...but you have been given a brilliant mind! Do not just throw your chance away at making things better for yourself again." She was almost begging him and he could no longer look at her, pretending to find some interesting pattern in the floor to follow with his eyes as he thought about what she was asking.

A joyless smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he sighed, shaking his head. "You don't understand." He stated, his tone so blunt that his counselor could not disagree, but instead looked at him in sadness.

He had been a handsom kid. He was tall, physically fit, had a pretty boy face that all the girls constantly cooed over, and had bright blue eyes that seemed to stun everyone. But now, as he sat infront of her... fatigue seemed to pull at all of his muscles and his once alert eyes were dulled from sleep deprivation and possible intoxication. In the past month it seemed like he had aged ten years infront of her, though she could not find any reason to try and hold him accountable for his actions. Not after what he had been through.

"Tests are tomorrow." She reminded him gently. "Why don't you go home early and get some rest? You look exhausted."

At her offer, Tristan stood and slung his backpack over his shoulder silently, though he paused, still looking at the floor. "Thank you, Ms.Kayne."

"You're welcome..." She sighed as the boy pulled the door closed behind him and she placed her fingers up to her forehead wearily. Her eyes then wandered to the newspaper, where she brought her hand to turn over the page. In broad lettering across the top of the newspaper read "Murderer of two still on the loose..." Right below it, were two pictures. One of Tristan's mother, the other of his younger sister, who had been a sophmore in highschool. Both had been murdered on their way home from his sister's horseback riding lesson. His sister, only 15, had also been raped. Their main suspect, Tristan's stepfather, could not be found for any questioning and was still at large.

Serious counseling and mental therapy had been considered for Tristan, however Ms.Kayne had convinced the doctors that Tristan was a sensable kid and that too much attention would not allow him to cope and that if he needed it, he knew enough to ask. Now, she wasn't so sure. Instead of getting better with time he seemed as though he was getting worse... and she worried about his future.

(Less than 24 hours later...)

Ms.Kayne stood horrified infront of a gleaming mass of 'crime scene' tape and the flashing lights of police cars and ambulances. Rushing over to one of the policemen, she was almost turned away before one of the men recognized her and walked her over to a quieter spot.

"Where is he? Is he alright? He's not hurt is he?" She asked quickly, nearly tugging off the man's sleeve in her urgencey.

He frowned and then glanced over to an ambulance, which he then motioned to. "He's... fine. We are just treating him now for shock." Though, by the tone of his voice, she knew something else was eating at the police man and she fearfully looked at him, almost not wanting to know what else could have happened.

"Tristan's stepfather is dead.... Tristan killed him."


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"For some people, time heals. For others, a stronger remedy is required... either through revenge, love, or other self created methods. Sometimes people even resort to self destruction to ease the mental pain they feel. People have yet to find a cure for their pain...and so some end up in jails, others in asylmns, hospitals, or sometimes they drop off the face of the earth, never to be seen again.

The point of the Remedy Rehabilitation center, is to provide care, protection, and help to those who are what society considers 'special' cases. For those who do not belong in jails, or in mental hospitals... but cannot function in society as they are.

The RRC is located in the rural area of Nevada state in the U.S. Its huge campus covering over 300 acres, supporting a highschool and undergraduate college education level as well as a full rescue center for animals. The theory behind the center is that the kids who come here are given a fresh page to start with... a new chance. Completely experimental, the program is taking in its first batch of 'students'.... 10 in total. It is an alternative to prison and mental hospitals and students can only go there by choice but cannot leave once there until after one full year and an evaluation by a professional. The young men that come to the RRC are typically between the ages of 16 and 20 and share bedrooms with one - two room mates. Each student is assigned a task every month. The tasks are designed to build character and teach the students life lessons...most of these tasks involve working with their peers as well an assigned animal."


Tristan read over the brochure and then glanced up through the metal bars off the police car, eyes calculating. "This sounds like summer camp..." He said dryly, though his sarcastic comment was rewarded with silence in return. They had been driving for hours and the most either of his 'escorts' had said to him was to 'Calm down' or ask him if he was 'alright'. He stared at the back of their headrests as if they would light aflame if he concentrated hard enough. Ever since the incident, they treated him like a bomb. Overly nice as well as overly cautious. He even had to convince them to let him use the restroom by himself. He could barely stand it. He had overheard them call him a suicide risk because of what he had done... at the time he had found that assumption odd. But by now, his patience was wearing thin and if this was the way people were going to treat him from there on out, he might just consider it.

After what seemed like hours, they arrived at the 'RRC', what he had already nicknamed in his mind and assumed to be his own personal hell even before he got there. To his surprise, there was no huge brick building without any windows like he had anticipated. Instead, there were four log cabins strewn about the area with fancy little gardens infront of them. Confused, he looked back to the police officers and wondered vaguely if they had just stopped to ask for directions because they had gotten lost.

His eyebrows lifted as he glanced from one person to another and shifted his hands behind his back slightly, which were very sore from being in handcuffs most of the trip. His eyes lifted quickly to one of the officers when his cell phone rang and he listened as best he could to hear what was going on. He smirked triumphantly as he heard the orders given to release him from his handcuffs and he turned around, obnoxiously posing himself to be let loose as the officer argued with the person on the other end that he didn't think that was such a good idea. Finally, the officer gave up and unlocked Tristans hands and sighed in frustration as the teen streached his hands way over his head and then cracked his knuckles.

"He's all yours." The officer said into the phone before he hung up.

Tristan placed his hands behind his head and then looked at each officer. When one of the men turned around, Tristan stared back before he turned and started shuffling in a circle, having enough sense not to wander off.

A few minutes later, a women looking around the age of 30 walked out of the what looked to be the main house and approached the trio. "Welcome to Remedy." She said warmly. "You must be tired from your trip."

Tristan was still staring out into the distance when a feminine voice adressed him and he snapped to attention. She had been talking to him too?

The women, who insisted on being called Abby, placed a hand on Tristan's shoulder and then motioned towards the Cabin. "We don't bite." She laughed, though the officer's standing next to her looked pale as ghosts, as if she had just stuck her hand into a lions mouth instead of onto the boy's shoudler.

Tristan, unsure about how to handle the situation, nodded akwardly and then started walking towards the Cabin. Everything he had thought prior about the place...started to melt away. And for the first time in a long time, he felt at ease.

"Wait 'till you meet the other boys." She said. "They are eager to see the newcomer."
PostPosted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 6:26 pm




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Fun little words you should know:

Where 'Seme' and 'uke' originate from. (....I think...don't kill me if I'm wrong.)

Semeru-To attack
Ukeru(?)-To receive

Seme: Can be described as dominate, masculine body type OR masculine way of thinking, Taller, etc....

Uke: Submissive, feminine body type OR feminine way of thinking , shorter, petite, etc....

Seke: Umm.... means 'switch', dule roles I guess?


Immortalatheart


Immortalatheart

PostPosted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 6:46 pm


The Basic Character Sheet:

Name:
Age:
Physical Description:
Summary of History: (Keyword:summary!)
How long they have been at RRC: (6 months being the max)
Other:



Approved Profiles:


Mie-tanuki

Character Name: Aiden ("aye-den")
Age: seventeen
Sex: male
Weight: about 120lbs - he's very skinny
Height: about 5'7"
Appearance: He has short, mussed hair with overly long bangs that he parts to one side, although they still end up getting in his way. His hair is currently a bright, bubble gum pink with dark red tips - but his natural color is platinum blond. He dies his hair a lot and is very good at it. Before going to the RRC, he worked in his family's line of hair dressing and was an expert hair dier. He has pale blue eyes and died pink eyebrows. His skin is incredibly pale. He always wears eyes make-up - mascara and eye liner - and likes to make fasion statements with his clothes. He has a belly buttom ring as well as quite a few peircings in his ears. He wears all sorts of accessories and rings.
Picture: none yet
Personality: He is hyper active and was diagnosed with ADHD as a child. The truth is that he has an exceptionally brilliant mind that could never focus on school long enough because the topics were just so... under him. He aces all academics with a superb ease - he has never studied for anything in his entire life. He had a photographic memory. He is very fickle and gets with people easily, although he is not often emotionally attatched. He hardly has any friends that he hasen't been involved with sexually in some way, but he has always had many boyfriends and flings. He is a people magnet.
History: His family was always poor. When his mother was diagnosed with cancer at the same time that one of his older brothers found out he had HIV and his fourteen-year-old sister ran away from home to live with her boyfriend, his very large family (a mother, father, three grandparents, four boys (not including Aiden), five girls and quite a few of the older siblings' children) became desperate. Aiden began to sell himself out as a whore - it was a pretty natural transition. RRC found him and is currently trying to solve his uncontrollable hormones. (( xD;;; ))
Position: seke
Amount of time spent in the RRC: a little less than a month

Name: Orpheus Oriel Cartte
Age: fifteen (yes, he's amazingly young), but he looks like he's about eighteen
Physical Description: Tall - about 5'11" - and lean are the words most fit to describe him. His skin is paper pale and silky smoothe. He has short, slightly mussed, black hair that is never neat. He has hazel eyes with a bit more gold in them than brown, although it's not apparent from a distance. He has a peircing in the side of his lip as well as peircings all along his ears and a belly button ring. He wears many many rings on his fingers and usually wears a couple chains and a belt or two (or three) both around his neck and waist. The term 'goth' comes to mind the moment one sets eyes on him. He wears very thick, black mascara and lots of eye liner. He actually needs glasses, but more often than not wears contacts.
Summary of History: To put it shortly, he's a sadist. He's what one might call a 'relationship breaker.' He enjoys starting relationships and then ending them quickly and usually brutally, just to see other's pain. He is also a physical sadist. Quite a few times, he has caused others physical pain to the extint that it was more than just cruel - it was brutal. He almost killed one of his lovers - a high school senior. He always had a thing for older guys and had no trouble fitting in with the older crowd (he himself if only a freshman). Finally, in his last relationship, he finally took it too far. He met his match in pain and was raped by his boyfriend and two of his friends as well as beat to quite a considerable extint. He is currently in denial of the entire event and keeps begging to be let out. His father, however, is adament in his decision that he stay. He has slight memory supresion - quite often, he can't remember things that happen. Not just with the rape, but common place, day-to-day events. He sometimes wakes up on Thursday convinced that it is Tuesday because he forgot the previous two days.
How long they have been at RRC: about five months
Other: seke
Surprisingly enough, he is very quiet. He's not exactly shy... but, even if he denies it, the event did make quite a difference in him. He used to be much more relaxed and... natural. He is now quite closed up.


Decadence Chemistry

Name: Lafayette, Allumer (('light' in French))
Age: 16
Physical Description: He has a pale complexion, long platinum hair that never seems to tangle and pale grey eyes; almost blue. He's petite, 5'6 maybe, and slender. He usually has his hair pulled back by a faded red ribbon and he always wears a silver cross around his neck. He's very quiet and seems to shy away from the other boys, though he likes Abby and the other adults who work there.
Pic: Allumer Lafayette
Summary of History: He was brought to the RRC after physically and sexually abusing a minor, though he himself was a minor as well. Apparently he'd also been abused by his father, his only parent at the time, but he wouldn't speak of it. The only information they have of him so far is what the cops managed to find out, and it couldn't be the whole truth. His father had been murdered in the parking lot of his offices and Allumer was attempting to commit suicide when they took him in. He was sent here by the court; A choice of this, or Juvy.
How long they have been at RRC: almost three months
Other: Seke/Leaning Uke


Crumpled Snorkack

Name: Seamus Esposito
Age: 18
Physical Description: With his short tawny brown hair, caramel eyes, and fair skin, he reflects every bit of his Irish/Italian heritage. He has a lanky body that stands at 5 feet and 7 inches. He can usually be seen wearing gag shirts (like "Boys Smell Nice" or "My Pets Don't Like You") and jeans with well-worn sneakers.
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Summary of History: Ever since Seamus was a kid, he has always been "out there" and "spacing out". Due to his constantly falling asleep, he has never done well in school, although he is very intelligent. His 'sleepiness' has also impaired his relationships, leaving him close to nobody except for his father (his Irish mother died when he was four). A recent medical examination at his school led him to a physician's office, where he was diagnosed with acute Narcolepsy. In order to give him a chance at making something of himself, he and his Papa decided for him to apply to RRC.
How long they have been at RRC: a few days
Other:
-As he spends a lot of time asleep, he is inspired by the dreams and hallucinations that accompany his Narcolepsy. Someday he wants to become a widely-reknowned author.
-He is bisexual and a seme.
-He is indifferent to most things, but if it interests him, he becomes very passionate about it (Italian temperment, "Que sera, sera")
-He likes to cook
-Although he is Irish/Italian, he pretty much knows nothing about being Irish and basically everything about being Italian

Name: Liam Ashton
Age: 18
Physical Description: With a body willowy and lean, Liam stands at a height just a little bit above six-foot-three, although he tends to hunch his shoulders. He’s often unkempt and wears clothing that is both bland and at times doesn’t fit. His long hair is a soft black color, almost silver, and is often worn down to hide his face. Above his belly button, he has a three inch scar that is barely starting the healing process.
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Summary of History: He had always had the dream life, living in a Beverly Hills mansion as the only son of popular television director Greg Ashton and former teen idol Hannah Blake, but it was always hard adjusting to the world of flashing lights and red carpet galas. At eighteen years old, Liam could no longer be considered a boy, but was far from becoming a man. Soft spoken and reclusive to a fault, he found himself constantly used and abused by his more aggressive (and unscrupulous) peers all through high school, a pattern that continued even after graduation. Conned into assisting his “friends” with a series of back alley muggings, his participation came to a grinding halt when a woman plunged a knife into his stomach. After being sent to the hospital, he confessed everything to his parents, who in turn thought that it would be best if he was sent to the Remedy Rehabilitation Center to both help their family avoid a public scandal and help him become a man more befitting of his fiscal position.
Position - Uke
How long he has been at RRC: 2 months
Other: Since coming to RRC, Liam has rarely talked to the other boys, and is even suspected by some to not be a patient at all, but an eccentric staff member. At the moment, he considers his best and only friend to be Freckles - the brown speckled rabbit he takes care of.

Name: Jeffery
Age: 17
Physical Description:
(Blunt and unprettified because I'm dying of sleep deprivation...I'll make it better for my intro post, if you let me in)
Jeffery has sheeny jet black hair past his shoulders, perfectly straight (naturally or by straightening? He's not telling). His body is thin, and would be best described with the term 'wiry' - his strength is visible, but not overbearing. His clothing tends to bring a dual layered effect in - often one nearly skintight layer, to show off the well defined shape of his body, covered by an extraordinarily loose layer, some sort of jacket that's too big for him. He has an odd assorted collection of jewelry, which will change almost daily (pending me remembering to change it, of course.) His body, when it can be seen (his clothing may be skintight, but it covers everything pretty well...roommate might notice, or potential love interests...who knows?), is covered with scars, though they have more of a positive than a negative effect on his appearance (I think...) That should cover it, for now...
Summary of History: Again, shortened by lack of sleep...
Jeffery was almost a textbook example of a cliche angsty teenager, rebelling against his parents, messing around with drinking, sex, drugs, and anything else he could find to make people in authority wince. That is,until his home burned down with his family in it. This happened when he was 16. The loss...well, it didn't devastate him nearly so much as it should have, at least not outwardly. He continued his addictive, pernicious behavior - now living on the street, and funding his life by whatever means possible. For months after the tragedy with his family, there was a search for him, but they never could find him. The closest they could have come wouldn't have done it - for he hardly ever responded to his name anymore. Jeffery had developed what is known as a dissociative disorder - separating himself from reality to the point that who he was had changed on a fundamental level. Theoretically, at the very least, his original self was embedded somewhere inside him - however, in control, the director of all actions and outward appearances, was this new alter persona. He called himself Maniac, and needed no other name. Maniac was far more criminal than Jeffery ever had been, and because of this he was eventually arrested. Because of his...peculiar mannerisms, he had a psychiatric consultation, and it was there that his dissociative nature became known. After some weeks of therapy, Jeffery came back into control, but disoriented - and at risk of needing to struggle with his alter self. So it was decided that the best thing for him would be a rehabilitative community - The Remedy seemed perfect.
Nota Bene: Jeffery is not amnesiac, but he often will not know what happens when Maniac is in control, and vice versa. Hence, all he knows is what he has been told, which may or may not be accurate. In any case, both personae are quite rebellious, so issues should follow him.
Position: Jeffery: Seme...very, very, seme...enjoys being with other seme's though. Only likes guys
Maniac: Complete seke...bisexual
How long they have been at RRC: 5 minutes? I plan to arrive during the meeting, if at all possible.
Other: Depending on how well he is searched before coming, he'll try to bring things like matches, lighters, cigarettes, or blades with him. While I'm sure most of this wouldn't get through, I'd appreciate knowing if possibly a pack of matches or a thin blade could be slipped by security. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill the other characters in their sleep. Just trying to make the character full.


Ayemi:

Name: Kindred Thompson-Ather
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5’10” with a sturdy build but not extremely muscular and/or bulgy. Auburn hair cropped at his jaw line and light brown eyes. He wears simple clothes, plain t-shirts and blue jeans. On his left forearm a scar drags half way to his wrist. On the right forearm and shoulder are small scars left from needles.
Summary of History: Kindred ran away from home at the age of 13 and from there bounced from different towns and states. He’s had many run ins with the law and has been in the hospital many more times than he ever wanted to be. He was sent to RRC after a rather severe incident in a hospital ER.
How long they have been at RRC: New arrival

Gaia Name: Zvee
Name: Gabriel Amherst
Age: 18 years
Birthday: January 16th
Sex: Male
Height: 5'11"
Nationality: German
Physical Description: [Picture Reference One] Gabriel appears thin, perhaps even underfed, suggesting he spends more time doing other activities which he deems more important than eating. However, despite his extremely thin build, that does not mean he appears unhealthy. Muscles are lean and slightly pronounced upon his limber form, canvased by pale flesh. Dark circles commonly run beneath his blue-gray eyes, covered by thick charcoal eyeliner. He has a pretty face - sharp features and an angled jaw - and his lower lip is accented by an ungauged ring. Ears are pierced as well, twice each, and similarly ungauged. Black hair hangs shaggily before his vivid eyes, in what one might call an "emo" style. Clothing generally looks worn, either splattered with paint or other stains, or ripped at the knees. He seems fond of jeans and studded things - belts, bracelets, etc. With him, two pair of sneakers, both black. Tops are generally tight-fitting and short-sleeved, covered by a black blazer if necessary. Commonly, he wears a number of necklaces, rings or bracelets to accessorize the punk look.
Summary of History: "Daddy once told me that when mommy passed away, she was taken by the butterflies into Heaven. From that day forward, I swore that I would torture and kill every last one of them until they would reveal to me the location of this so called 'Heaven.'" Gabriel's mother was murdered when he was only seven years old, and the event was horribly traumatizing to him. In efforts to make the brutal homicide less horrifying to Gabriel, his father constantly came up with new stories and explanations as to what had happened after his mother's death. In fact, his father was nearly obsessive about it, healing his own pains by concentrating on Gabe's. However, this constant repetition and reminding of his mother's death took it's toll upon the youth's mental state and one story in particular would lodge itself in his mind. Butterflies. Beautiful, free-flying and unhindered; he became ridiculously obsessed and vengeful towards the creatures. What started as an innocent collection of the beautiful insects quickly turned into a horrendous habit of torture. It wasn't uncommon for him to catch them and tear their wings off or maim them in other cruel ways, muttering to himself all the while. Other than being a less than average student with a strange tendency to be very introverted and quiet in groups, he seemed rather normal, if not "shy." However, no one can ignore the vicious biting glares that creep into his vivid eyes whenever a butterfly nears. He went through years of therapy, but no amount of the various medications they attempted to administer to him seemed to help and, at the end of his rope, his father sought new means by which to cure his son - whom, truely, didn't belong in a jail or an asylum. After all, he'd never hurt a human... though, who could say how long it would be until that happened? Soon after, this fear of Gabriel's condition worsening caused his father to enroll him in the Remedy Rehabilitation Center...
Time Spent at RRC: None; Newcomer
Other: Reluctant Seme ... He doesn't like being touched.
PostPosted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 7:21 pm


"Ew, no!!" the vibrent-haired teen exclaimed, pulling a rather disgusted face as he looked down at his plate. The RRC usually had descent food... but not after they had been mixed together with twenty other different unknown materials, baked and called "casserole." "How can you honestly expect anyone to eat that?!" The lunch lady raised an eye brow. Aiden leaned forward over the counter, pouting softly. "Oh, come onnnn.... I know you must have some sandwiches or somethin back there..." he pleaded, managing to look both discontented and seductive at the same time. Aiden was good at that.

He looked up as the door opened, expecting one of the other kids. What he found, however, was Abby and... a new kid. He smile and strode over to them, all thoughts of lunch and the mystery casserole forgotten. "Hiiii," he chorused, looking the new guy over. He couldn't help it - it was habbit. He smiled and ran a hand through his bright hair before adding, "My name's Aiden, who're you?"

Mint Thimble
Crew


Immortalatheart

PostPosted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 7:44 pm


((OOC: All better. ))



It took a moment for Tristan's eyes to adjust to the brightly colored hair of the person standing before him. After seeming to come to terms with the hair, Tristan's gaze floated down to the persons face. The look of puzzlement on his face couldn't be consealed no matter how hard he tried. He had never seen a boy with that color hair before and it took him a moment to cope.

"Confused..." He answered in an undertone with blunt honesty as he looked from Aiden back to Abby. I thought this was an all boys school.... His mind tried to comprehend why the person infront of him was dressed the way they were. His bright blue eyes caught hold of Aiden's for a moment however the look Aiden was giving him automatically made him look back down at the ground. This was NOT the type of person he had expected to meet here.

Abby smiled back at Aiden and then motioned to Tristan. "Aiden, this is Tristan. He's had a long trip...." Abby explained warmly, used to the cold treatment she first gets from the new students.

Tristan's gaze flickered between Abby and Aiden for a moment before he rolled his shoulders uncomfortably and sent a chilling glare in the direction of the police officers. "Don't you officers have better things to do than to stand here and walk me around by the hand ?" He snapped at them. He could visably watch the officer's lips sneer at him however he somehow knew that Abby would support his request and so his demanding tone was not repremanded.

Abby looked to the police officers, her kind eyes asking for their patience. "Would you gentlemen talking with me a moment? I think Tristan will be alright on his own for a few minutes..." She proposed and the officers both seemed to react as one, looking at her with pure disbelief.

"You've got yourself a handful, Abby." The first officer spoke while the other very roughly looked through Tristan's file for all of the paperwork.

"If this kid gives you any trouble... you let us know and we'll find a nice cell block for him."

Tristan shot the officer a challenging look, his blue eyes ice cold. He need not say anything however, since Abby only shook her head politely and looked back to Tristan with a welcoming smile that he could not help but trust. "I'm sure he'll be fine.... Won't you Tristan?"

Tristan glanced back to Aiden alittle wearily before looking at the officers and then back to Abby. "Sure... so long as I don't have to dye my hair." He mumbled, though his comment was good natured and not ment to offend Aiden..... it was far from the humor that he normally achieved.

Rubbing his wrists constantly, the dark haired boy then flexed his arms up over his head and stretched. Out of the corner of his eye he peered at Aiden. "So, do you like it here?" He asked quietly as he took a step towards the strange boy. He figured he'd ask while Abby was busy dealing with the cops.
PostPosted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 7:56 pm


Aiden watched silently as the other's cuffs were taken off. He felt rather fortunate to have not had to wear them in his own long ride. He had been dubbed exceedingly sexual, not dangerous. Prostitution was illegal... but he was at least considered less of a menace than most of the boys at the RRC had been.

He raised a carefully died eyebrow at the comment. "Oh, of course you have to dye your hair!" he exclaimed, looking for all the world as if this should be common knowledge. "If you think my hair is strange, you should see the others'," he said somewhat sarcastically with a small smirk. Of course, he was the weirdest (as far as hair color went) of all the boys.

He had noted the other's eyes stray from his eyes... to his chest. He got that reaction a lot. Not many guys had flamingo pink hair. But, then again, not many guys were so overwhelmingly consumed with hormones that they had to be sent to a correctional facility.

He took a moment to think before answering the other's question. "It's... nice here. You kinda get sick of not having very many people around - or at least I do - but it... it's nice here," he said with a slight shrug, his pale eyes fixed on the other's. Apart from being fresh meat, Tristan was quite attractive.....

Mint Thimble
Crew


Immortalatheart

PostPosted: Thu Oct 26, 2006 8:28 pm


Tristan's eyebrows lifted in a look of disbelief. "I hope you're kidding me..." He told Aiden, though his tone didn't sound serious.... it almost had an amused quality to it. However, in Tristan's ragged state, it was hard to tell what the boy was feeling. His eyes held little emotion. The last few days had drained him, both emotionally and physically. He felt numb.

"Eh... getting away from people might do me some good." Tristan admitted and for the first time there was a darker look in his eyes that showed his seriousness. "....at least for alittle while."

He looked up at Aiden, already over the fact that the boy looked strangely feminine. "...How long have you been here?" He asked with a slight tilt of his head, his dark brown locks falling messily around his eyes.
PostPosted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 2:40 pm


Aiden allowed one of his hands to rest on his hip as he leaned to one side, the other arm hanging down by his other side. "Mmm... almost a month, I guess..." he said thoughtfully, ticking of the weeks on his fingers. "Yeah... about three weeks. I used to be the newest, but I suppose now I'm the second newest, huh."

Abby seemed to be having some difficulty with the guards. They would follow her... but they always seemed reluctant to let the boys into her care. Aiden sometimes wondered if they were all secretly in love with her or something. They acted like it, anyway, with the way they were always constantly worried about her. They had been especially worried when Abby had put her arm around Aiden's neck, which he had found rather funny. Aiden was bi, yes... but he didn't go for people that much older than him and generally prefured guys, anyway.

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PostPosted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 4:02 pm


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((Sketch of Aiden.))
PostPosted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 6:57 pm


"You're pushing it." One of the officer's warned Abby in an authorative tone. Abby replied with a patient look in her eyes that was wearing thin.

"Look, I know what this kid's history is.... but I really don't think he's going to be dangerous in this setting." Abby explained, though the officer seemed unconvinced.

"The kid murdered someone at the age of 17 and has no family. Who knows what he's thinking? He could try and take revenge on all of the world for all we know..." The officer replied but then rested his case. He knew Abby was very good with the kids.... but he still worried.

"Its like I said..." Abby started her tone solemn. "He will be the test child to see if I will have any more students enter the program with homicide anywhere in their file.... if things go well, then great. If not... at least we tried." Abby then took the file from the officer's hands and walked back towards Aiden and Tristan, the smile now returning to her face. "Coffee?"

Tristan seemed to perk up at the word and a slight bit of guilt crossed his face. "Yes please....if... that is, its not too much trouble."

Out of nervous habbit, Tristan ran his hand through his hair, causing it to fold back and the messily rebel back into place around his eyes, shading their bright hue from full view.

Abby, chipper as ever, laughed at Tristan's question. "No trouble at all! Oh and if you have any questions at all, feel free to ask either myself , Aiden or any of the other boys. You'll learn not to be shy around here if you want to get anything done..." She explained and then looked to Aiden. "I have to go file all of Tristan's paperwork. Why don't you go to the Cafe lounge and get some Coffee or hot chocolates or something and then show Tristan around, hnmm?"

Tristan turned his head to peer at Aiden. There was a slight trace of amusement in his eyes, though his lips acted as a mask for his smile and refused to show any emotion. "Sounds good. It'll be nice to stretch my legs abit anyway." He added. "You havn't got anything better to do, right? If so, I'll just wander around myself.... I doubt I'll get lost or anything."


((OOC: Sorry for the crappy post. Just kinda trying to move them into one of the buildings XD ))

Immortalatheart


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PostPosted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 8:11 pm


"Mmkay," he said, nodding, as the older woman left. Abby was almost excessively nice - something Aiden had to wonder about sometimes - but it was... a good feeling. Good to... to know there was someone there. She didn't think Aiden was any sort of freak - that is, as far as Aiden knew - and didn't treat him like he might pull out a luger and shoot himself in the head at any given moment.

Then again, Aiden had never been suicidal. The thought of killing himself was utterly revolting, as well as that of killing others. If he was going to dirty himself, he might as well do it in the most enjoyable way possible...

He eyes the other for a moment before replying, one side of his mouth quirked up in a small smile, "Sure, I'll show you around. As it happens, I don't have anything else to do and you get the very enjoyable responsibility of taking care of that." He grinned, letting the other know that it was a joke, and then grabbed the other's wrists with his thin, pale hand and tugged him into the closest building.

"This is the caffeteria," he explained. "The food is usually descent, but I don't trust the casserole," he muttured in an undertone, making sure the lunch ladies couldn't hear him.
PostPosted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 3:50 pm


Tristan's gaze slid down his own arm to look at the delicate one that had caught his own he seemed more concerned with the physical contant than Aiden's off beat comment. Unsure of how to respond without being rude, Tristan allowed Aiden to lead him a few steps before he casually stuffed his hands back into his pockets. His shoulders were stiff and held back in what could either be seen as an arrogant manner or simply pure tension. Even before the incidents, he had always been a difficult person to read.


As if on cue, Tristan's stomach reminded him that he had only had a buttered role for breakfast and that was at least 5 hours ago. His eyes painfully studyed the cassarole before they gave up and looked around for a vending machine. Luckily, they had one with little assorted snacks and Tristan let out a sigh of relief. A snickers bar was better than nothing. He looked down to Aiden and then motioned with a quick toss of his head to the vending machine. "I'm getting a Snickers, you want anything?" He asked, pulling his studded wallet out of his back pocket. Seemed like all the boy ever wore was either black T shirts with studs or leather. Or a combination of both.

Immortalatheart


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PostPosted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 4:24 pm


Aiden wasn't at all surprised as the other pulled his wrist out of the pale boy's grasp. He didn't seem like the guy that liked physical contact - especially that of another boy. Aiden would have to fix that...

For some reason, he just couldn't stand distant people. It only made him want to be even more in their face than he usually was - which would make it likely that he would receive a negative reaction.

"Mmm... surprise me," he said with a small shrug, not caring what he got as long as it wasn't the mystery cassarole. "It's all about the same, anyway." He walked with the other to the vending machines, noting that the other's hands had returned to his pockets. How annoying.
PostPosted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 9:57 pm


"Hnmm.... you look like a Skittles kind of guy." Tristan said offhandedly as he selected his own chocolate bar, his eyes hopping from one selection to the next. "I'm just afraid to see what I'm going to be up against when we add sugar into your system." Despite Tristan's so called 'fear' his fingers pressed the button to get Aiden some Skittles.

Tossing the bag of candy over to Aiden, Tristan scanned the Cafeteria with mild interest as he ate his candy bar. His poise had relaxed alittle and his eyes seemed abit less wild and rebellious than before.

Glancing back to Aiden, he evaluated his choice by how pleased or upset Aiden looked before he adverted his gaze to the window. "So... the flyer said this place has loads of horses here. Must be interesting." He thought aloud as he looked out at the landscape outside. He was reclusive by nature, although before his family's mishap, Tristan could have always be described as outgoing , funny, and accepting of all different kinds of people.... but now, he was only a shell of what he once was. A tired, defeated shell.

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PostPosted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 9:33 am


Aiden grinned and said, "How'd ya know? My hair colorful enough to even tell you my candy choice?" He took the packet of candy as the other offered it and ripped the small package open. He poured some into his hand and popped an orange one into his mouth with quite a bit of skill. He generally prided him self at being able to catch just about anything in his mouth - as long as it was small enough and not disgusting.

He popped another one into his mouth and chewed, swallowing before he answered. "Yeah. There's horses. And other animals, too. I think out official mouser just had kittens," he said with a shrug.

((Rgggg... sorry for the crap. Dx))
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