St Tibals Acedemy for Troubled Teens (Ic)

nightwolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **nightwolf** on Sat Jan 02, 2010 1:52 pm

ooc needs teachers http://www.roleplaygateway.com/post974050.html#p974050

Alistair grumbled in protest as his alarm clock buzzed loudly. his hand fumbled around slightly before he found the correct button to switch the device off. Sitting up grogily he rubbed his eyes slowly, after taking a moment to finnally wake himself up he walked over to the wardrobe picking out some clothes that he was planning to wear today. Glancing over to the pile of toys he sighed slightly then got dressed.

Ali hummed a random tune to himself and brushed the hair away from his eyes, He didnt really like it in front of his eyes like Alistsair did. Poking his head around the door he smirked slightly. Walking quickly down the hall he entered the living room sitting down on the sofa crossing his legs he tied his laces carefully clearly concentrating.

ladykerosene · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ladykerosene** on Sat Jan 02, 2010 2:16 pm

It was only Sam's second day at St. Tibal's. She'd arrived late last night, being taken straight to her room. There had been stares, of course, but the teenager hadn't been clearly visible as she'd worn her coat zipped right up to her chin and the hood up. This morning was her first time to... explore. And of course, for the others to get a look at him.

There was a soft clunking sound as she unlocked her door, pulling it open a crack to peer out with one enquisitive grey eye, strands of bright orange falling into her vision. Sam bit her bottom lip gently, flicking back her hair, before slipping outside and pulling the door shut again. After locking it behind her, she padded off down the corridor to find the dining hall. Her black canvas All-Stars barely made a sound with each footfall, and she kept her head down, face in the dark, moving like a shadow.

She walked with purpose, not wandering or looking up at anything, moving at a steady pace until she finally located a room with people in it. The living room? Might as well give it a try. Wrapping her thin white fingers around the door handle, she pushed it open and slunk inside, glancing around through her fringe.

nightwolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **nightwolf** on Sat Jan 02, 2010 2:35 pm

Ali looked over to the door as someone walked into the room. He didn't recognise her she must have either just arrived or arrived yesterday. Shrugging to himself he finished fidiling with his laces. Reaching over he picked up a comic book reading it slowly, looking over to the girl he smiled. "Hi! Who are you?" He asked he voice sqeaky, clearing his throat he watched the girl and waited for a while waiting for an answer.

ladykerosene · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ladykerosene** on Sat Jan 02, 2010 2:47 pm

Sam puffed out a heavy breath that wasn't quite a sigh, ignoring the boy who'd spoken to her for a moment as she pushed the door closed and found somewhere to sit. After dropping down into the nearest chair, she kicked her shoes off onto the floor and pulled her knees up to her chest, curling up. Her chin rested on her arms, which she folded over her knees, and she stared over at the boy expressionlessly. Glassy grey eyes gave nothing away.
Finally, after several full minutes, Sam licked her pale, dry lips and spoke in a very quiet, low, slightly rough voice.
"...Sam..."
If you weren't listening close enough, her gravelly word would've faded away as soon as it left her tongue. It was barely a whisper. She said nothing more, simply answering the question. While she sat she was completely still, giving her an eerie, statue-esque appearance.

nightwolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **nightwolf** on Sat Jan 02, 2010 3:26 pm

Ali smiled widely "Hi Sam, i'm Ali. Alistair will like you you looks about his age" Just then Ali ucrossed his legs as Alistair resurfaced. Stretching his legs he coughed deeply clearing his throat, looking over to Sam he brushed his hair over his eyes. "What you in for then? if you don't mind my askin'" Alistair said folding his arms, his tone and voice completely different.

ladykerosene · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ladykerosene** on Sat Jan 02, 2010 3:36 pm

This odd change in the boy's personality didn't earn a reaction from Sam, although she picked up on it immediately. She listened in silence to what was said to her but kept absolutely quiet and unresponsive until asked a direct question. Spreading the fingers of her left hand, she looked down at the strips of white bandage around her wrist, thinking for what seemed like a long time before she answered.
"Arson..."
Just as quiet as ever, she spoke slowly, still churning over what to say in her mind. The circumstances under which she had arrived at the Academy were far from simple.
"Attempted suicide..."
She pulled her gaze up from her hand, curling her fingers into a fist and instead focusing once more on the male.
"And mental instability."
That was how they'd described her - mentally unstable. Because there wasn't a set condition that she fitted into, but clearly, there was something 'wrong' with her.

nightwolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **nightwolf** on Sat Jan 02, 2010 3:50 pm

Alistair didn't say anything he didn't know what to say. but Ali was drawing different conclusions "oooh thats strange, she's the Pheonix from X-men!, she was ' mentally unstable' and she could set things on fire, im not sure about the suicidal thing though." Alistair was shaking his head lightly trying not to laugh. "Don't worry i'm not laughing at you Sam, Ali seem's to think you're the Pheonix from the X-Men comic books." he said with a slight smile on his face.

ladykerosene · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ladykerosene** on Sat Jan 02, 2010 4:00 pm

Sam showed her first hint of expression for the day - just slightly arching her right eyebrow.
"Comic books..."
She sighed to herself, looking down again, this time at her feet. She was wearing stripey socks, black and grey. Those were the colours she wore most of the time; she thought that her hair was the only bright colour required on her person. Wriggling her toes a little, she put her head to one side and shut her eyes for a bit, swaying slightly from side to side. So far she'd gathered a large handful of information about her new aquaintance; he almost certainly had split personality disorder, he knew X-Men, and he was fairly friendly.

nightwolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **nightwolf** on Sat Jan 02, 2010 5:23 pm

Alistair smiled again standing up he, well he was now Ali, and walked over to the window looking out at the wide grounds. Seeing a squirrel he pressed he face against the glass. "Thats looks like Buizel, but Buizel is a water pokemon so i supposed it'd be a Furret" He said stratching his head. He watched the squirrel for a while then picked up the comic book again.

nightwolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **nightwolf** on Sat Jan 02, 2010 5:23 pm

(ignore this rpg posted double)

Tyle Kalrian · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Tyle Kalrian** on Sat Jan 02, 2010 6:02 pm

Jaysóne rolled out of his bed, the covers wrapped around him like an intricate cocoon, and landed on the floor with a loud THUMP! "What the?! Huh... How'd I get here?" He looked around slightly startled, as he began to break free of his Cover cocoon, wondering how he'd ended up on the floor. Looking at the clock that he had sitting by his bed the expression on his face soured, he'd planned to wake up early today, and yet the alarm that he'd set the night before had gone off two hours ago. "Useless piece of crap..." He muttered as he stretched, slowly waking himself up, and then walked off to his dresser where he pulled out a plain black shirt, followed by a surprisingly white t-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans which were beginning to fray at the hems. Quickly dragging on his t-shirt and jeans to keep himself from being susceptible to someone walking in whilst he was only in a pair of boxers. He tidied up and sorted out his bed, smoothing out the cover, and then sat down on it as he pulled on a pair of socks and ran a comb through his hair. He'd had a shower late last night before he'd gone to bed, meaning that his hair was one big mess, still all it took was a comb through his hair to get it back to normal. "I'll probably be back up here soon enough to have yet another shower."

He slowly closed the door behind him as he left his room, struggling to pull on the right arm of his shirt, he had found by now that slamming his door made people come and investigate, and then they'd end up asking him how he was feeling. As he slowly strolled down the stairs he looked around, and noticed Alistair reading comic books. "ALISTAIR!" He yelled as he went charging down the stairs and across the room. Slamming into Alistair and grabbing him in a head lock, "Who's in there? Little Brother Ali? Or Alistair?" A big toothy grin was forming on his face by now, he hadn't actually known Alistair for more than a few weeks, but he already thought of him as family, and the formal way to greet family was with a head lock. He quickly scanned the room, checking for who else was up, and noticed Sam, if you could say he noticed her, his gaze only stopped on her for about two seconds before it went back to scanning the room. Then as he finished his scan he finally let Alistair breath again and slumped back in one of the seats of the Living Room.

nightwolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **nightwolf** on Sat Jan 02, 2010 6:19 pm

Ali jumped as Jay slammed into him putting him in a head lock. "It's Ali" he squeaked. When he released him Alistair returned "you know i don't like you doing that,Jay. give me a bit of a warning next time yeah?" he mumbled folding his arms. Yawning he rubbed his eyes slowly, flicked through the comic he found the page he had lost when Jay had jumped on him.

Tyle Kalrian · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Tyle Kalrian** on Sat Jan 02, 2010 6:32 pm

"Sorry Lord Alistair." He replied in a posh tone, which he followed up on with a mock bow and a sly smirk. He lifted up his hands and opened the imaginary book near the end before he actually realized that he didn't have the book he was reading with him. "Oh, forgot the book." He mumbled as he got up off the seat with little to no effort and walked off out of the living room, leaving Sam and Alistair alone in the room. Closing the door behind him, he set off at a slow pace up the stairs, strolling like an old goat trying to get to the last bits of green grass within reach before it died. It took him at least ten minutes, if not more, to clear the stairs and make it to the door leading into his room which was painted a dull white. "May as well have my shower before I go back down." After he'd gotten into the room and closed the door he stripped off and had his shower, then got redressed and grabbed one of the many books that he'd stockpiled in the room. He headed toward the kitchen with his head in his book and the bookmark hanging from his mouth. When he arrived he closed the door behind him and sat down on his own to read, nobody else in sight to bother him.

SexyBabe16 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SexyBabe16** on Sat Jan 02, 2010 11:51 pm

Rachel Emily Harrington's eyes flew open and blinked a couple of times, trying to adjust to the light. She sat up, brushing a couple of strands of hair behind one ear. She got off her bed, and went over to the pile of blankets on the floor. 'You awake Rosie?' She giggled as she looked down at the pile of blankets. 'Good!' She left her imaginary friend and made her way over to her purple dresser. She opened it and pulled out a blue dress and black leggings. She dressed in them then made her way back to her bed. She picked up a blue hairbrush. 'Rosie! I'm doing your hair!' She smiled and moved the brush up and down through the hair. People would have thought she was just moving it up and down but to her she was brushing Rosie's hair!' Your done Rosie Posie.' Rachel said, as she quickly brushed her hair. She tied it into 2 pigtails with pink ribbions twisted through them. She reached under her bed and pulled out her white sneakers. Slipping them on she grabbed her favourite brown bear and headed out of her room and down the hallway. She walked up to the living room and slipped inside, beaming to her self. She took a seat in a beanbag and looked at the two boys sitting on the couch. 'Morning,' She said slightly giggling. She diddn't notice the other girl and continued to look at the boys.

SexyBabe16 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SexyBabe16** on Sat Jan 02, 2010 11:51 pm

Rachel Emily Harrington's eyes flew open and blinked a couple of times, trying to adjust to the light. She sat up, brushing a couple of strands of hair behind one ear. She got off her bed, and went over to the pile of blankets on the floor. 'You awake Rosie?' She giggled as she looked down at the pile of blankets. 'Good!' She left her imaginary friend and made her way over to her purple dresser. She opened it and pulled out a blue dress and black leggings. She dressed in them then made her way back to her bed. She picked up a blue hairbrush. 'Rosie! I'm doing your hair!' She smiled and moved the brush up and down through the hair. People would have thought she was just moving it up and down but to her she was brushing Rosie's hair!' Your done Rosie Posie.' Rachel said, as she quickly brushed her hair. She tied it into 2 pigtails with pink ribbions twisted through them. She reached under her bed and pulled out her white sneakers. Slipping them on she grabbed her favourite brown bear and headed out of her room and down the hallway. She walked up to the living room and slipped inside, beaming to her self. She took a seat in a beanbag and looked at the two boys sitting on the couch. 'Morning,' She said slightly giggling. She diddn't notice the other girl and continued to look at the boys.

dig17 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **dig17** on Sun Jan 03, 2010 10:31 am

(Lol shoop da whoop wrong posted in wrong thread I will put one here soon)

nightwolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **nightwolf** on Sun Jan 03, 2010 12:56 pm

Alistair looked up from his book as Rachel walked into the room, gving her a slight smiled he closed the book placing it on the table. Folding hs arms he sighed quietly to himself, resting his elbow on the arm of the sofa he rested his chin on his hand. Ali's head lifted up and he slid off the sofa getting out a pack of cards from one of the drawers he started to stack the cards carefully on the coffe table. His tounge was half out of his mouth as he concentrated.

Writer · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Writer** on Sun Jan 03, 2010 2:30 pm

Dr. Kayleen Hines had been awake for nearly three hours, but now she was finally leaving her dorm room because she knew now the children would be waking. After running a brush through her golden hair and slipping on her black flats, she emerged from her room and proceeded down the hallway where the teachers resided. Her first stop was the cafeteria, for Kayleen always needed the boost of coffee in the morning. She took one of the cups filled with the steaming liquid and took a sip of it before walking towards the living room. It was where the children normally went before the day began and Kayleen found it easy to observe their normal behaviors here, if they didn't notice she was watching. However, it was early and Kayleen had left her clipboard in her office, so she had no need to spy on them now. She took a step inside of the room and quickly spotted Alistair, Samantha, Jaysóne and Rachel. Samantha was the newest one, and Kayleen hadn't had an appointment with her yet to get to know the girl, but she knew the others. Alistair or Ali suffered from split personality disorder; Jay has an emotional attachment disorder, and anger problems; Rachel still posessed the mind of a child and still had an imaginary friend, or a few of them.

"Good morning," she announced with a smile as she took a step into the room, running her hand through her hair. She looked around for a moment, glad to see that they were interacting. "Sorry to interrupt you children, but it has been suggested to me that we should start group therapy sessions at St. Tibal's, and I wanted to make sure that all of you were okay with that. If not, you can continue to see me in solo sessions, or both if you would like. Whatever is going to help you best is what we will do. I have an opening at noon, right after lunch if any of you are interested in attending the group session."
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Hazel knew it was time to wake up. She had heard a few small knocks against her door and didn't want to be bothered by having one of the teachers having to actually come into her room to wake her up, so she slid out from under her white covers. The wooden floor was cold against her bare feet but she quickly took care of that by changing into a pair of skinny jeans, a white tank top, a navy blue sweatshirt and a pair of blue Ugg boots. Most of her wardrobe was sent to her by her mother, because she wanted her daughter to look nicely despite where she was. Her mother still believed that one day she would be able to return home as a normal girl and redeem their family's social status. Hazel didn't know why she was here in the first place. Sure, she got angry a lot and did like to take it out on other people but by no means was she mental like most of the freaks here. It was better than school though, and Hazel actually enjoyed pushing the buttons of some of the other patients here.

She slipped out of her bedroom and tucked her hands into her pockets as she made her way towards the living room. That was the hang-out spot on most days, and although Hazel wouldn't consider herself as being friends with any of the other patients, she did join them there on most occasions. Today was no different as she shoved past Dr. Hines and took a seat at the far end of a couch, just in time to hear her announce that there would be group therapy sessions. Hazel rolled her eyes at the idea because she didn't want to be around these strange people any longer than she had to, but she didn't speak. If they were all going to do it, she wasn't going to be left out but she didn't want to be stuck doing it alone either.

nightwolf · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **nightwolf** on Sun Jan 03, 2010 2:41 pm

Ali jumped when Dr Hines spoke nearly knocking over the cards, giving a small sqeak of panic he sighed calming himself down placing the last triangle on top of the cards. Lifting his arms in the air he spoke"yes! i'm a genius!" But his knee knocked the table sending the cards tubling into a pile. "awwww!" he moaned. His head turned to Dr Hines "Hi Dr Hines, i din't hear a words you said" he said putting his hands into his lap bouncing slightly.

SexyBabe16 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SexyBabe16** on Sun Jan 03, 2010 4:04 pm

When Dr Hines came in, Rachel held her bear tighter. She listened to her talk. Then she turned to her imaginary friend. She started to furiously whisper, whcih some people might of heard. 'Rosie? What do you think? Ok...I'll tell her,' She turned back to the group. 'Ok,' She said softly, looking at Dr Hines. She turned back to her teddybear and hugged it, looking around the room again. She diddn't normally agree to stuff like that but Rosie thought she should give it a try.

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