Lennon Alder's Story

There was this new girl, she'd moved in just today and Lennon had watch her bring her crap. The girl had tried to run away, ha sucker. She didn't make it very far though and was dragged back into the orphanage. Now only a few hours later Lennon had given her space and was preparing to go give the girl a little visit and see if she had any possession Len might want. It wasn't up for discussion, if Len saw something she wanted she would take it.

She padded down the hallways past tons of kids all in the way. "Hey watch it!"She snapped moving them aside. Lennon adjusted her sweatshirt and counted off the room numbers. But as she reached the room another girl had beat her there. This one looked new to. Hmm she must of slipped in when Lennon had been busy. The girl had already made it in the room before she could and Lennon walked in behind her revealing a young girl, Lennon's age sitting on her bed playing a guitar softly. She leaned against the door frame waiting a second. Wondering how that girl got here and what her story was. Len knew everyone had a story. She naturally choose to ignore them though. Too much sadness she thought. Lennon wasn't planning on taking the guitar, she didn't know how to play and didn't want to either.

Caramia frowned a bit at the girl who had pushed past her and walked over to the girl on the bed, giving her a kind smile and taking out a notebook, flipping it to a certain page and taking a pencil out of her satchel bag.
'Hello, my name is Caramia Addio, I'm 16 years old, I can't speak, who are you?' she wrote and smiled again, handing the notebook to the girl to read.

Bailey got a little confused at first about the note pad. But then she lightly grabbed the note book that the mute girl gave to her. She looked at her and said, '' Thanks. '' That time she said it a little louder than she was previously talking. She read the note and then looked back up at Caramia, Bailey handed the note pad back to her and said, '' Uh, it's nice to meet you Caramia. '' Bailey then took notice to the other girl sitting next to her. Bailey just looked at her and gave her the stink eye. She then looked back at Caramia and said, '' My name is Bailey Johnson. You can call me either B.j. for short, or you can just call me Bailey. I really don't care.''

She then got off of the bed and looked at her two guests. She stood up to her full five foot, six inch height and said, '' Do one of you know where and if I can get something to drink around here? I haven't had something to drink since 5:00 this morning. And it's 10:00 now. If you don't it's fine, I can always do it myself.'' She said that as she grabbed her guitar and put it on her back. She then just stood there waiting for an answer.

"Do one of you know where and if I can get something to drink around here?" Len sighed "There's a drinking fountain down the hall." She gave a careless wave to the left. The girl had stood up about two inches taller then Lennon is. But she was all skin and bones so nothing to fear here. "You gotta bag Bailey?" She asked Bailey before she could leave the room. There was nothing more fun than getting a new gift every time a new child came into the orphanage. It was Lennon's little way of forgiving the people who left her there her whole life. She was usually able to collect 2-3 gifts a year, sometimes more.
The other new girl moved closer to Bailey and had wrote something down on a pad of paper. Nothing interesting.

Bailey looked at Lennon, and just lightly laughed to herself. She then said, '' Thanks, I guess.'' And before she left the room she said,'' If I find anything of mine missing, I know who to blame. And also Lennon was it, if you don't want to get on my bad side. Then stay away from me.'' Bailey looked at Caramia and said, '' You can come if you want. Ya don't have to, I was just offering.'' She gave her a light smile then walked out of the room, with her guitar strapped on her back.

Len is bored by this girl, her threats seem empty, all she's got is a guitar and didn't even bother locking her door before she left. So with that she sighs turns in the doorway and begins down the hallway again. In the hall area was a group of teens and Marmalade. Lennon could barely stand having the tiny thing around, most days she could deal with it today was a day like that. Also by Marmalade's side was a guy, Len heard him ask where his room was located and she decided there was no better person to show him to it then herself. She walked up to the 2 and said "Marmalade..." Singing each syllable. Lennon crossed her arms standing tall over the girl. She wasn't looking to scare the little thing today, just wanted to talk to the new guy.

Besides those two Charlie was on the ground picking up legos and Caramia was standing there. Lennon pursed her lips, so many new people today what is with that.

Sam couldn’t hold back his laughter as she asked what those two horrible words meant. He had to admit this little girl was amusing and really making him feel better. He patted her on the head, “My mum named me after her favorite cat.” He said with a scowl, cracking his knuckles. He smiled at the clear pops that echoed through the air.

“And you’ll learn those words when your older, just don’t repeat them now.” He said with a small chuckle. When she dragged him over to two girls, she began rambling about how he was going to be her best friend. Sam narrowed his eyes at the girl who walked away, “Nice to meet you too.” He called at her, his voice laced with sarcasm. He really didn’t care if she talked to him or not, but it was always nice to at least say ‘Hello’. Eh, who was he to judge?

He looked at the other girl, who he assumed was Charlie. He tossed her a smile before removing himself from Marmalade, “So, what do you guys do around here?” He asked, turning in a full circle on the heels of his Converses. Can’t possibly do anything interesting. He lit another cigarette, trying to stay calm.

On the outside he was being rather nonchalant but actually he was stressing out. If he was alone he’d probably break something, but he kept his composure around the girls. The fag was helping calm his nerves too. He took a drag before blowing the smoke out of his nose, watching it in idle curiosity.

He remembered when he told his parents he smoked, they weren’t very happy. His mum began cussing him out, saying he needed to be a better son and his dad had threatened to kick him out. Who cares anymore, they’re dead.

Sam looked over at a new girl, scowling instantly. “Who the fuck are you?” He asked, his question not at all hostile but not exactly friendly. He looked at Marmalade again, “You didn’t hear that.”

Lennon scrunched her eyebrows instantly. "Geez chill out, I was just going to ask if you wanted to be shown to your room." Lennon grinned. This guy was funny, overly mad at the world, smoked, tattoos the whole deal. "Since Marmalade can give you little to no help in finding your room I thought I'd help." She needed to be patient with these new people, something she wasn't good at.

Lennon sighed, he had sworn and she hated that kind of stuff (surprisingly). "So do you want me to show you or not?" Lennon asked one last time. She was about a foot and a half away from his face and little Marm stood in between them, it looked funny from a distance, almost like to adults battling over child custody. But that wasn't nearly what they were talking about.

(OOC:Lennon's not new to the orphanage she has lived there her whole life.)

"That's Lennon." Marmalade said with a slight hint of fear in her voice. She slowly stepped aside. "This is Sammy, he's knew and he's already my best friend." She added trying to be braver than how she felt around Lennon. "He's new." She added.

Violet had left the old timey room as she always did, putting the chain back around her neck and hiding the key. The last thing she needed was for someone to find out about her private room. She was thinking she should probably properly introduce herself to the new girl but if she was anything like Violet thought she could start trouble. Plus the girl looked emotionally drained about something, and usually Violet was the only one like that. She figured she'd give the new girl her space for a while. So that left finding out whatever trouble Marmalade managed to get herself into. Hope she's not still hunting down that poor new girl.

Violet found herself in the living room, where she found Marmalade and Lennon talking to someone she didn't know. Jeez another new person? She walked up to him. "Hey, um I'm Violet, I see you've meant Marmalade."

He didn’t like this girl; he didn’t like her at all. He took a drag as he thought it over, taking his goddamn time. He blew the smoke in Lennon’s face before answering, “Sure, why not.” He said. He gave her a coy grin before grabbing his duffel bag, throwing it over his shoulder with his hoodie and backpack. He looked down at Marmalade and smirked, she seemed to repeat herself on multiple occasions.

Before they could go off to find his room, another girl made her way over to them. She introduced herself as Violet. So far he hadn’t seen one guy; everyone here was a fucking girl. Not that he was complaining, he just found it odd.

“Hey, I’m Sam.” He said, “Yeah, I’ve met her.” He said, tossing Marmalade a glance, “But if she starts cussing don’t blame me.” He shifted impatiently, looking at Lennon. She reminded him of a bitch at his school, major bitch at that. Violet seemed okay, but he didn't know her and he was still pretty pissed off at being abandoned in this hell hole.

Lennon frowned "No need to blow your smoke at me..." She smirked comparing him to a dragon in her head. Lennon showed him down the hallway "Bye for now Marmalade..." She looked back at the little girl and after stopping to talk to Violet they were on their way.

The floors creaked but it didn't bother her she wondered if it bothered him at all. The two of them walked down the hallway to the very end where a window looked out on the streets below and a door was to the right side. "This is it." She turned the door handle and it creaked open as all the other did. The room was bare with one cot on a metal frame in the corner. Cobwebs in the corners of the room. the paint on the walls were perfectly peeled to give the room a creepy feel. "Hey, look there is no reason you should be mad at me..." She looked at the ground for a second before looking up. "Yeah I give the kids around here a hard time but what's the fun if I don't" Then she added quietly "Just lay off a little" This guy was a creep to her and she'd seen it all. I guess the emo type didn't enter the orphanage often. She wondered how long it would take for him to realise no one would give him attention for his darn emo stuff. Len sighed as all this ran through her head. "So I'm guessing you don't want me to call you Sammy" She looked at him.

In the world, there's many different possibilities of how a given situation can end. Take a teenager who's tipsy and driving. They could lose control of the stirring wheel and crash into a tree and get themselves and everyone else in the car killed. They could lose control of the stirring wheel and crash into a tree and live but end up getting one of the other people in the car killed. They could lose control of the stirring wheel and crash into a tree and be the only one to get killed. They can lose control and crash into an incoming car, getting someone killed. The possibilities are endless. This is how Maxwell Burling's mind worked. He was always coming up with different possibilities for different situations. When people ask him what he's thinking about though, he doesn't speak known of the good outcomes.

The noise of people talking in the room across from his brought him out of his thoughts. He stood and trudged to his door. He swung the door open to see Lennon showing so emo looking kid to a room. Max listened to Lennon as he leaned against the frame of the door and crossed his arms. He raised an eye at the girl as she talked. It was slightly amusing to Max, but he dared not say a word as he watched the to, a dark and blank expression on his face.

Sam’s mood took a turn for the worst when he saw the room, his scowl twisted into a snarl and he glared at Lennon.
“Just lay off a little.” She said to him, causing him to bark out in harsh laughter. He tossed his belongings onto the cot and crossed his arms, leering down at the girl. She was certainly someone he was going to mess with, just because he had the fucking right.

“Not at all,” He growled in response to the ‘Sammy’ thing. He could imagine how he was coming off, a dark cliché that seemed to be in all fantasy romance novels girls at his school read. He shook his head, narrowing his blue eyes at her.
He looked over to see a boy watching them and flicked his cigarette at the boy. He honestly didn’t care if the orphanage burned to the ground, save for little Marmalade. He had taken a liking to the little girl, which says a lot since he hates most people.

He returned his attention to Lennon, ignoring the boy, “Listen,” He said, “I don’t give a fuck about you or your little group of friends. I certainly won’t lay off because you’re a bitch and I can do whatever the hell I want, just because my parents are dead doesn’t mean another has control over me, they didn’t and neither will someone else.”

He then flashed her a grin, “Oh, and if your just as judgmental as everyone else and think I am ‘emo’ you can fuck off.”
He then shoved her out of the room, slamming the door in the girls face before walking over to the cot. He sighed, sitting down and putting his head in his hands.

Lennon glanced back at Max who was in his door way listening. Lennon smirked "You think I have friend? You think people want to be around me?" With that she was pushed out the door and he slammed it shut. "You can't be mad at the world forever!" She yelled at the door and kicked it. She might have taken a swing at him, maybe. But it was his first day so decided against it.

Then she turned back to face Max, a boy she actually liked. He was strange and Lennon took to him nicely. "Hey Maxwell" she walked up to him and ruffled his hair. "Don't talk to him okay?" She pursed her lips looking back at the door. This guy is going to be harder to break then other new kids with problems.

Charlotte lowered her hand with a blank expression on her face. Maybe he just needs....a little time..? She questioned in her mind. She turned around and glanced at Lennon. Those two will definitely not get along anytime soon... She thought as she gave a small smile to Lennon and began to walk away. She had seen enough drama for today.

Charlotte than walked past the new girl's dorm, only to hear the sound of a guitar and somebody singing along with it. She's heard that song before...but can't quite put her finger on what song it was. She turned around and slowly began walking back to the girl's dorm. She stood in front of the door and hesitated to knock at first, but than she gave a quiet few knocks to the door.

Caramia smiled and bobbed her head a bit to the music, also lip syncing to the Lyrics that Bailey was singing. She glanced outside and noticed that one girl... Lennon. She shuddered a bit, that girl scared her. However she decided to shove those thoughts out of her mind and enjoy the music, more people joining in the room made her feel a little uncomfortable. She moved a bit so she was more in the background of this little party thing going on.

((Gtg for the night, sorry for short post. I'll be here tomorrow at around... 8:30 PM, you guys are great roleplayers :) ))

Huhmm...how amusing. Max thought as he watched the scene in front of him. He thought that was going to happen, and he thought about what's going to happen because of it. This is going to be interesting. He thought again. He looked up at Lennon as she came over to him after yelling at the door. He didn't even give a hello before saying "Yelling and kicking a door is suppose to do what exactly?" He asked in a monotone voice, his face as emotionless as ever. He never really understood why people would yell, though it made since to some situations. But defiantly not a situation like this. Plus there was no reason for the guy to blow up like that any way.

He looked at the door as Lennon told him not to talk to the guy. He narrowed his eyes slightly. "He seems angry." Max said bluntly stating the obvious. It was always an odd time when something made Mac curious. He remembers a time when he was slightly normal, like other children, and was curious. But now, it was strange. All that was going through his head was the possibilities of what's to come. "Huhmm, why would I talk to him? He seems like an ass." Max said looking up at Lennon with the faintest smile on his face. He then went blank and started down the hall. "I need a pencil." He said blankly as he walked to go find one.

He found one that one of the younger kids were using just down the hall. He bent over the kid and the picture the kid was drawing, his hands behind his back and his head tilted slightly. "Huhmm...that is a horrible drawing." Max said coldly and gave the kid a cold look. The kid looked up at him with a sad face and got up to walk away. As he walked away, Max picked up the pencil and headed back down the hall to his room. "Got one. Thanks for the help." Max said in a monotone voice as he walked past Lennon again and into his room leaving the door open to allow Lennon to enter if she wished. He sat down at a small desk and continued to draw what he had began earlier.

Violet was a bit uncomfortable with being around so many people who she feared wanted nothing but for her to disappear. She decided to stay, only because she missed music. It reminded her of home. Real home, the one up town, in the fancy apartment with the spiral staircase and art studio and music, her mother always listened to music while painting. Violet almost faded in memories and a tear fell down her eyes. That place must've changed a lot in ten years. She remembered being six years old and looking at this place for the first time. The girl she now knew to be Lennon had told her to bolt, and she tried, realizing she'd be stuck there forever if she didn't, but it was a stupid attempt, didn't amount to anything.

And then came the day's of acting cute to try to get adopted. But she just wasn't cute enough. She was strange and scared and talked of things that were so deep and out there they scared everyone away. Were all screwed here, aren't we? she thought. And so now Violet was still here, wallowing in sadness and boredom, the only interesting thing in her life the occasional new person and a little girl named after a fruit preserve. Speaking of which where was Marmalade, Violet had been so deep in her thought's she'd forgetting the young girl.

Marmalade had left the room, growing board as she was hyper. Now she was going in room's hunting down 'Sammy'. She really hoped that Lennon hadn't made him turn me too. She had enough of the other kids her age to bully her around which is why she hung around the older kids. Why just a few weeks ago a kid named Joey had given her a black eye for breaking his roller skates on accident and the only one who'd really help her without saying she should have been careful were the older kids. Finally she found a long since abandoned room and knocked on the door and entered it, a habit she picked up from Violet.

"Sammy!" She exclaimed looking around. His room looked very tiny. "Gee you sure you don't want to stay with me and Sally?"

Max was quite the kid. He always knew the right thing to say...kind of. Like asking her what the point of yelling at the door was. "There is no point Maxwell." She sighed "Just to have the last word I guess...and yes he is angry, at the world. Not just the kids at this place like I am." Lennon watched him walk down the hallway and pluck a pencil out of another kids hand and comment on his drawing. Sure Max gave a cold shoulder to nearly everyone here but it was just his personality the brat kids needed to accept that. "Got one. Thanks for the help. He walked past her in with his usual emotionless face and she smirked was he being sarcastic? She could never tell. Lennon followed him and sat down on his bed watching him at his desk draw. There was something wonderfully peaceful about watching Max draw, he was always very into it. It was sweet in a way (and Maxwell Burling was not a sweet boy). "Maxwell have you bothered to investigate the new kids today, there is many." Lennon was almost talking to herself, she didn't want to ruin his concentration but the daily conversation with him was necessary.

Across the hall Marmalade had found Sam's room and she let herself in saying "Sammy!" Gosh, how could anyone stand that girl especially Sam. She would've yelled at Marmalade to shut up but decided against it for now and stayed seated on Max's bed.

As Max continued to draw, he glanced up slightly at Lennon as she enter his room. He immediately turned his attention back to his work. Today, he was working on something he tends to draw a lot. It's a well know and well redone picture all the time it's draw. And it's also probably the most ironic picture to be seen. It's a black and white picture of a lone tree out in a field somewhere. The tree has to occupants. A tall man and a small child. In Max's drawings, the child is always depicted being a girl in a grey dress while the man is always in a black suite. The girl is swinging on a swing on one side of the tree while the man is hung by his neck on the opposite side of the tree. Rather dark, wont you say?

And the darkness continues. Max has a whole pile of notebooks filled to the brim of many different drawings that are known to send shivers down the viewers back. Hence forth the reason why not so many people like poor Max's work. He heard what Lennon said and ignored her for a second as he gently and gracefully drew the rope around the mans neck and up to the tree. "No. Why would I do a thing like that? I don't care about people." Max said to Lennon, his voice ever so monotone as he spoke, his eyes not moving from his paper. He was calm and careful as he carefully started to add leaves to the branches of what looks like a dead tree. But then a loud scream from the 'Cute Little Marmalade' made Max scratch the pencil across his picture. He glared out his door as he crumbled the paper into a ball and trough it across the room. "Why must the people here be so damn loud." He said, his voice taking a slight tone of anger. He reached down and pulled another paper out of his notebook and began a whole new picture of what he has named 'The Hanging Tree'. It's a drawing he does when he becomes angry and he puts everyone he has a problem with at that moment on the tree. For now, that has two occupants. Marmalade and the new guy, though it's for no specific reason.