Jason didn't know who had opened the door, but before he could have second thoughts, he walked in. He was shocked at what he saw. He supposed he had been expecting something more confining or hospital-like, but this was just a normal house. He looked around, and saw a large dining area with a bunch of teenagers sitting at a table.

Just as he was about to introduce himself, when a stunning girl walked downstairs. Her long dark brown hair swayed behind her, and when it caught the light, Jason saw a glimmer of blue.

"Good morning! Good morning, everyone!" she exclaimed. She saw Jason staring at her and lifted an eyebrow. He just stood there, awkward and embarrassed, not sure what to say to these people.

Then one kid, a tall, dark-haired guy, said, "Hey Wanda, that's no way to eat toast. Your hands won't eat it for you, just saying. I'd be careful about Belial. She's... odd, if you get my drift. I don't like her. Then again, I don't like people in general. You and my sister being the exceptions, besides Fenix and Lakesha."

Jason guessed that Belial was the beautiful girl. What an odd name, he thought.

Belial stepped out of the doorway as another girl walked past her, heading to the fridge and then sitting next to the dark-haired kid.

"So, I see you made a new friend," she said.

"And I bet you just made about ten enemies, am I right?" he retorted.

"Of course," said the girl, grinning. "It's what I do best.

Jason stepped forward.

"Uh, um, hi. I'm Jason? I'm new here?"

Wanda jumped, falling out of her chair. She got up and sat down, brushing herself off, and setting the toast on the plate. "I'm not really all that hungry," Wanda said quietly, staring at the toast. "Just said I'd eat..." Wanda's issue with food wasn't generally her weight, but that it had a strongly negative connotation to her. To get things like food she often had to earn it, which was just as terrible as it sounds.

"Hi," Lakesha said. "I'm Lakesha, and this is Fenix."

Fenix watched the new arrivals, trying to scratch down some names of the list.
"Oh, please do come in. Breakfast is out at the moment, so come in an help yourselves, it'll be a good opportunity to meet the other residents." she added, holding the door open to let the newbies in. She was rather concerned about the disapproving looks she'd received from the cab driver...disapproving looks from the new intake she could handle, as she had plenty of time to try and change their minds, at least. She quickly shrugged it off and adopted her smiling demeanor again.

Belial pulled out of the way to avoid gettign run down by Mickey, before drifting over to the table and grasping an apple from a bowl of fruit, rubbing it on her sleeve before biting into it. It was that point that she lifted her head to regard Jason, putting on the most convincing smile she could muster at that point in the morning.
"Hello there, you're one of the newbies?" she asked.
"I've only been here about a week myself, still kinda getting used to the place. As you can see....not exactly conventional."

Steven the cabbie sighed, decided that this place was a shambles and the woman clearly incompetent, and pushed the letter firmly into her (Fenix's) hands. He felt very, very sorry for the poor kid he was handing over, but what could he do? “I’ve been told that these letters are very important, so please read them, and- ” He looked after the second woman (Lakesha), who appeared to have wandered off after asking her question. “The animal in my trunk is a cat, apparently his arrival was pre-arranged.”

That said, he patted the boy once on the shoulder and turned around, heading back towards his cab and leaving Max, momentarily, alone with his new keepers. Max, needless to say, glowered. “You don’t seem very professional,” he said bluntly. “Are you a social worker, a manager, or a carer? And why, exactly, do you keep dotting around all over the place; are you incapable of organising your time, or are the others here so out of control that you are required to constantly run around?”

He had promised himself that he would behave, but really! What did these people expect after leaving him outside for ages; Max was not impressed. “Quite frankly, I worry about your competence as my new care-giver, and I’d like you to know that I have the number for Child Services in my phone in case you get any strange ideas about how you’re going to look after me.

“Thank you,” he added as Steven returned, complete with cat-box and a rather irate looking ginger tom. He took Simon’s carrier over his suitcase, already confident that someone else would take care of that.

“I’d like to see my room now, please, and I’d also like to be shown around so I know where I’m going. I want to know what the time is, exactly. I want to know when meals are served, what you expect me to do in terms of education, the rules of this house and the other occupants names. I don’t expect to have to fish around in the dark on my first day, thank you very much.”

With that, Max walked calmly into the house and stood to one side, clearly waiting for his demands to be met. “Oh, and another thing; I have a computer, I also have my own mobile internet; if you attempt to take it away, you will regret it. I don’t expect anyone to touch my things, for any reason, I expect to be warned and present before anyone searches my room, and if anyone, and I mean anyone so much as thinks of harming my cat, it will be the last thing they ever do.”

Needless to say, Steven, who was still standing beside the door, was rather shocked.

Ali looked over at Fenix and stood up after putting his bowl where other dirty dishes and plates were stacked, Walking up to Fenix he spoke "Erm what happends to like medication and stuff?" he asked shuffling his feet again and looking to the floor before continuing " I'm supposed to take stuff to stop me doing...." he looked down to his bandaged arms "This" He sighed deeply and continued "But i just...hate...taking them" he admited still looking down.

After witnessing Max's scene at the door, Jason turned back to Belial.

"Yeah, uh, I don't know? It seems okay here. Are the people okay? Like... um, crap, this is going to sound rude, but are you guys um, really crazy?"

Belial looked amused and Jason hoped that he hadn't misstepped in saying that. He didn't want her to dislike him when he was so new to the place. He wondered if they were crazier than him or more tame. He wondered what they thought he was there for, what they thought of him.

Shut up, he thought to himself. Who cares what they think of you?

Chi was sitting in the back of his parents' van, the way back, as his parents sat in the front, his father driving rather fast. He found himself looking out the window,smiling innocently for absolute no reason, he could see his mother glare at him, hoping his other side doesn't come out. The little guy knew how to handle his other side, he only comes out when he really wants something or comes in contact with one of his phobias. He held onto his overly large Pikachu tightly against his chest as his parents pulled up to the place they were dropping him off.

His parents quickly slid the doors open and rushed his baggage out, which was very small. He had three duffel bags, one holding clothing, another holding his electronics, and the last one holding his stuffed animals. He also wore his small, pink kitty book-bag and he held his stereo in hand. He watched his parents drive away, getting far away from him as possible. He sighed and started walking up to the house, knowing he was going to be here for awhile.

He knocked on the door rather softly, wondering if the owner or someone heard him. He could feel his other self start to leak out. If they weren't there in five minutes, he was going to leave and live in a hotel. Getting the money for the hotel would be a different story.

Lakesha hadn't wandered off, but had merely addressed someone else while staying in place.

"Excuse me, but that was very rude," Lakesha said, turning back on Max. "You are not prince here. We will not service your every need. No-one here is above anyone else, except of course, Fenix and I are above you all. You need to have forms filled out for animals prior to their arrival, and I might just say no even though I rather love cats, and not just because you are being so rude, but because we may have someone allergic. The cat needs to go outside until we make sure that no-one here is."

Lakesha grabbed the letters.

"Furthermore, we need to look over all your stuff, so you will be taking your items to your room and then you will come back here and eat breakfast while I look over your things. If you are hiding something, I've been through the system myself and I will find it.

"In case you were wondering, Fenix is the nice one. I'm the organized one. Child services is rather fond of us considering the cases we have taken and improved upon, and one phone call from you will mean absolutely nothing. I'd use stronger words but some of the people here get anxious if stronger words are used."

"Computers have their own room and yours will be stationed there. We require the password and we have the right to walk in on what you are doing at any time. So normally, Fenix would be giving the welcome tour, but since you so clearly will not listen to her, let me explain.

"My name is Lakesha. We have three meals a day, plus snack times for those who would prefer six small meals instead of three large ones. This is not a mansion, we are not your servants, and your fellow friends here are not your playthings. You are on a pretty thin line here. This is the end of it. If we give up on you, that's likely your last chance. Don't waste it.

"In conclsuion, this was an example of the first, and main rule. Treat others as you would like to be treated Max. And if you would like to call Child services, please do. I'm sure they would love to hear that recording of you blatantly threatening us."

Fenix's usual sunny demeaour faltered under a barage of questioning and critiscism. This boy was already manking these judgements based on the five minutes of so they'd known each other? She tried to remind herself that most of the claims were rather unfounded. She was doing everything that needed to be done, but when about three new arrivals appeared to be pulling up at once, the others had needed breakfast, and she'd got all the paperwork to fill out, things were bound to get a little on the chaotic side. The boy had clearly not met many social workers. The ones she'd run into in her younger years had made her look like a neatfreak in comparison.
"I'm the co-owner of the home, along with Lakesha here. Other staff are also employed her,e but we take care of a lot of the day to day work. I am busy becuase we have a large number of new arrivals all being shipped in at once, and we're quite a small place. Everything you'll need to know about the place are on the information sheets on the desk in the lobby." she stated, before a voice behind her caught her attention.

She looked round to address Ali for a moment.
"Residents that take medication are supposed to be monitored to make sure they do take them, but if you don't want other residents to know you're welcome to do it with just me or Lakesha around. We have to uphold that you take them for now, but if you really feel strongly about not wanting them, we can get you booked to be reassessed about your need for them, alright?" she told him.

----

"Oh, no-one is THAT bad." Belial replied, smiling.
"I mean a few people, their issues are more obvious than others, but I mean no-one is likely to knife you in your sleep or anything."
She poured out a glass over water and leaned agaisnt the wall, brushing some of her hair out of her face.
"To be honest I only ended up here because of....well...it wasn't a pleasant thing people accused me of. Then again I suppose if there were people at my last foster home who'd accuse me of things like that, I'm better off here."

Max smiled at that, and decided that he wouldn’t be staying. These people thought that they could talk to him like that when they had been so blatantly unprofessional? Well, they would get a little surprise soon enough, he was sure. He had been sent here, but he was old enough (in his opinion) to decide what he did with his life, and hanging around people who would treat him like that was not on the top of his list of priorities.

“Well, seeing as you’ve said quite a lot, I might as well answer you in order of appearance, rather than in order of relevance.” He began to make a list on the fingers of this free hand. “Number one, in reference to you saying that I’m rude: that is a matter of opinion on your part. In my opinion, and I am more than willing to admit that it is an opinion, I am being forthright. I don’t beat around the bush, and I am a very candid person; I said what I meant, and not in a manner that used rude language or a raised voice. Frankly, for a person in my situation, who has been left outside for a rather long time, I am being the paragon of patience.

“Secondly, in reference to your comments about my being a ‘prince here’ and your ‘serving my every need’: such an attitude when used on me does not work, so do not try. I stated quite clearly what I would like, you do not have to give it to me. Making insinuations about me and being passive-aggressively condescending and demeaning towards me is hardly going to enamour me to you now, is it? I am quite aware that I am not royalty, because if I was, I most certainly wouldn’t be here.

“Thirdly, in reference to my cat: the forms have been filled in, thank you; how else do you think I was able to get my cat released from my previous home? If anyone here is allergic to cats then I suggest they take medication or stay out of my room, which is where my cat will be living. Simon doesn’t go outside, and I am more than capable of caring for him. I will not put him outside; it would stress him and someone might steal him.”

“Fourth, on the topic of you going through my belongings and the manner of your stating it: Do you want me to trust you, at all, or do you want to make an enemy out of me? I suggest you read up on child psychology, or at least talk to my previous carers, who will tell you in no uncertain terms that such an attitude is rarely greeted with success. Clearly, I will be unable to stop you going through my things, much as I would like to, and as such I expect to be present while you are rifling through them.

“If I am hiding something, then of course you will find it; I only have two bags and one cat-box on my person, so unless I am hiding something in my body cavities (which you are not entitled to search), you will no doubt find it quite quickly. Your mentioning that you’ve been through the system? If you are trying to use that to get me on side, it’s not working.

“Next, and quite simply: Good Cop/Bad Cop is for children’s television, not social care, so please stop. Child Services don’t have favourites, that would be dangerous, and saying that my phone calls to them would mean nothing is allowing your passive-aggressive tendencies to show again; it’s not good for either of us when you let that happen. And your comments on stronger words not being used for the sake of others are superfluous.

“As to my computer: I agree to your terms, as I have no choice, but if it is damaged I will expect a replacement. Also, I have seen a girl carrying a laptop around here, and I don’t expect double standards. You either trust us all, or trust none of us if you want us to get along. Obviously you can do what you like about me being on the internet; I have nothing to hide.

“Your comments on Fenix next, and how I won’t listen to her; don’t put words into my mouth, it’s rude and I don’t like it. If you assume that I don’t like someone, and tell me quite frankly that I don’t, then you are only setting yourself up for communicative difficulties later on. Frankly, I don’t know either of you, and I’m actually more inclined to listen to her than you, given your attitude.

“I am quite aware that this is not a mansion and that you are not my servants. My ‘fellow friends’ are strangers to me, but I would thank you not to vilify me by assuming that I would use them as toys; it’s attitudes like yours that make my life hard, and I’m sure you know that it’s already hard enough.

“Warning me that this is my last chance is hardly appropriate, so please refrain from doing it again. I’m treating you exactly how I expect to be treated: candidly and like an adult. Also, if you are recording my conversations with you, I have a right to know that in advance, and finally: if you’re going to dress me down, please keep it to a private room in future. I don’t like my dirty laundry being aired in front of other people, thank you.”

Finally, Max turned to Fenix again. “I think I’ve been told everything I need to know now, actually,” he said, as softly as he had said everything so far; his voice devoid of any real emotion. “And I would like to go to my room; if my things are going to be picked through with a fine tooth comb, I’d like to be there to see it, and Simon has been in his box for far too long and is probably thirsty.”

After five minutes had passed, very slowly mind you, he found himself back to normal and knocked on the door again, a bit louder this time I assure you. His lips moved into another small, innocent smile as he took his purple cell phone and quickly started to text to his best friend. He hadn't really met this pen pal of his, but the other was so nice to him and understand his dilemmas.

After he was done with his text, he popped a peppermint into his mouth. He started to get slightly bored, standing there with three duffel bags on one shoulder waiting for the door to open. He held his Pikachu tighter, getting slightly nervous. He hoped everyone likes him, he doesn't like it when others are angry at him.

"I'm a little scared, Chu Chu."

Jason was about to ask Belial what she'd been accused of when Lakesha got into some sort of spat with the guy who had come in before him. The boy responded sharply, and Jason's eyes widened. The guy seemed intelligent, but something about his demeanor frightened Jason.

Belial seemed unfazed, merely brushing back her hair amd taking another bite of her apple.

"So, uh, what were you accused of?" asked Jason, hoping he didn't seem too nosy.

"It's standard procedure to look through your belongings," Lakesha said. "You can watch me if you'd like, but as we have at least two self-injurers in the house, and one is prone to stealing, all objects that can and most likely will be used to harm themselves will be removed. It's nothing against you in particular. The phone call would mean nothing because you threatened me. I have it on the cameras, and on my audio recorder. Everyone here very well knows I can be very pleasant, but they also know I tend to have a temper and you have not gotten off on the right foot. The girl carrying her laptop around knows the rules, and that she is currently breaking them. I will deal with her later.

"It's been made very obvious that you don't like her, which is honestly pissing me off. Everyone in this house owes a lot to Fenix Knight, including me.

"If you act like a child, I will treat you like a child. If you look around, I've made signs stating clearly that this is being recorded. We have a good thing running here, but one kid with an attitude will ruin it if everything isn't well-documented. I apologize for being rather cross with you, but I'm only human. Did you have breakfast before you arrived?"

Meanwhile, Priya finally came down the hallway, gripping the wheels of her wheelchair kinda anxiously. "What's all this commotion over? Someone step on your tail Lakesha?"

Rubbing his eyes of the sleep, Gage stepped out of his room and onto the cold floor. Causing him to jump and let out a squeal, his hands grasping the door. A quiet slam would be heard as it smacked against the wall. "Fuuuudge." Every morning he did that. Every morning. "What in the bloody heck.. Why are these floors always so cold!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air dramatically before crossing them over his chest.

Today Gage decided to wear something simple. Consisting of a dark blue cotton V-neck and a pair of black jeans that fit quite snuggly. "We need heaters, we really do." The last comment he made to himself, tip-toeing his way back into his room to snatch his worn loafers and slip them on. He was sure it was noon; Gage never was a morning person. "Muuuuch Better!"

Gage continued his previous journey, towards the kitchen with a rumbling stomach. Like any teenage boy, he had an appetite. Thus, hopefully someone was there to make him something, or he'd go hungry. He didn't like making his own meals, wasn't much of a cook, sadly. Not that anyone other then the staff would know, but Gage had been in the hospital again. Well, hospital as in an Psychiatric hospital. One of his 'episodes' had started, nearly ending in some guy's death. Gage did not like to be judged. No judgement. None at all.

"Damnit." He cursed under his breath, not seeing any Staff within the eating facility. Running a hand through his untamed hair, Gage made a move towards the voices. The voices of Jason, and a few others. "Uh.. Hey guys." With a wave, he waited for the replies; Or reply; Or even to be ignored. Either way he would stand at the door, leaning against it's frame with his arms crossed once more, a smile on his lips.

Trying to gather as much professional integrity as she was left with, Fenix hurried back over to the door, pulling it open, being faced with a boy holding some sort of stuffed toy.
"Sorry for the wait." she called.
"Welcome to Bird's Nest, come on in. There are quite a few new people arriving currently so, it's a little on the crowded side in the lobby, but by all means some on in and meet the new people!"

---

"Oh, it's not something i really like to talk about." Belial replied, taking another gulp of water.
"I get worried people might judge me based on what I was accused of...so I tend to only tell people when they know me a little better."

Best to not start things off on the wrong foot, of course. It would only make things so much more complicated.
"Morning Gage!" she called, adopting her usual chirpy demeanor to greet the young man that had just wandered into the door frame.

It was a role Belial had become accustomed to playing since her arrival. Maybe she'd gotten the acting talent from her mother. Her role, the character she played alsways tended to different slightly from place to place, but she really had to lay the 'nice' on for Bird's Nest. I meant people were getting along to beleiving her claims about being framed...and it also kept Fenix, and to some degree Lakesha off her back, and let her get on with her plans unhindered.

Ali nodded at Fenix "Sure i think i'd rather take it when theres no one else around, i'll be unpacking my bag now if you want to check it Fenix" he explained standing there and looking over to her. He had heard from someone else that they searched bags for any objects that could be used to self harm. Now Ali had to admit that he had some things in his bag that could be used to self harm. He had a razor blade tucked into his ipod case and some medical scissors in his small fist aid kit, sure they were dull but with just the right ammount of pressure they could easily cause harm. When he had been putting his dirty dishes away he swiped up a plastic spoon that if broken at the right place and angle could make a nice blade but that was tucked down the back of his jeans close to the seam to it looked like a label or a pattern.

Big Brother and the Big Nurse; Max almost found it fitting, although without his contact lenses he couldn’t see if the signs the woman mentioned were there or not. He was inclined to believe not, as the woman (in his opinion) had dragged the information out of her backside, but there was no doubt that there cameras themselves existed. He was being watched, his every word and gesture recorded, and those words and gestures were being used against him.

Max felt trapped; Big Brother was watching, and this woman was the Big Nurse. He was the criminal now, rather than the silent narrator, and so his path was set. Max’s hands trembled, some expression of distress flaring across his face before being wiped away by his ever-present half-smile. His eyes, however, were still bright with emotion as he stared at Lakesha for a long and distracted moment. Big Brother was watching him, and he was as good as in prison now... the bag fell from his unfeeling fingers, clinking softly against the floor.

The change that swept across Max’s face was very much visible; his expression melting from something controlled to a bridled fury as he lost the war against his emotions. Shock could only hold him in check for so long, and that time was up. He was being watched, recorded, spied on; his possessions were not his own, his words and actions were ready to be used against him and the Big Nurse had already set him up to take a fall. Conscious thought slowly drowned in a wave of feeling.

Almost too carefully, Max set Simon’s box down, his breath rapid and shallow. He looked up again, eyes wild, before gripping sharply at the left cuff of his hooded jumper. One sharp pull and his elbow was freed into the trunk of the garment, hand coming out to repeat the gesture with the other side. He yanked the jumper over his head and threw it on the floor at Lakesha’s feet. Next came his shoes, worn without socks, and a moment later his shirt was hauled off in the same rough manner, revealing a painfully thin, dark torso mottled with red tattoos. He only looked up when he was unbuckling the belt of his jeans, expression incandescent with fury and bordering on wild; he stepped out the last item of clothing, leaving himself wearing only his boxer shorts.

He then dropped heavily to his knees, ripping open his suitcase to reveal what little he possessed; a set of clean clothes, a spotless cat litter tray, a bag of cat litter, three tins of cat food and a double bowl in one section, and a brush, scoop and disinfectant in the second. He appeared to be furiously showing her just how many prohibited items he didn’t have. Once that bag had been unceremoniously emptied, he snatched up his satchel, emptying out his computer, a set of various chargers, a battered old mobile phone, a wash bag and three cans of personal grooming products; deodorant, body spray and shaving gel, according to the labels. The little bag he kept his wash things in was opened next, showing only soap, a roll on deodorant, an electric razor and a flannel for his sins.

That done, and clearly not thinking at all, he stood, wheeled around on the spot and stalked past Lakesha and Fenix alike, along with the new arrival on the doorstep. The door was already open, so it was easy to make his way back outside and throw himself angrily down a little way from the building, back to them all, scowling into the morning.

Katie finished her toast and wiped her mouth with a napkin to get rid of the crumbs. She stood and walked into the lobby, hearing all the noise and wanting to see what was happening. She almost walked into Gage in her hast. "Hey Gage, whatcha' doing in the doorway? Pining for someone to make you some food again huh?" She grinned at him and walked past. "Not me today I'm afraid, got other things to do." She felt almost jealous of Gage with his total acceptance of his sexuality. She would never be able to tell anyone about her own sexuality, especially her brother... She shuddered at the thought.

Katie walked into a messy scene. Some kid had emptied all his belongings on the floor, and it looked like he had stripped as well, right in front of Lakesha. Katie squatted down to look into the little cat-box on the floor, and came face-to-face with a beautiful but agitated Ginger tom cat. She grinned, she loved cats and was quite excited that there was going to be one in the house. She stroked it's head through the bars and it started to purr softly. She looked up to see a stressed look on Lakesha's face. Katie hadn't been here long, but she liked Lakesha and didn't enjoy seeing her this way.

Gently, Katie stood and turned to face the poor woman. "It might help if I talk to him? Like one teen to another kind of thing? You have a million other things to deal with right now" She spoke softly, making sure her tone was perfect. She didn't imply that Lakesha couldn't handle the boy, just that she didn't need to handle the boy. Katie turned to address a teen standing in the doorway clutching a pikachu cuddly toy she gave him a grin and introduced herself. Then, she stepped out of the house and walked up to the boy standing there.

Katie was slightly taken aback by the tattoos that covered him, but didn't let this show in her expression. Instead, she put on a calm expression. . Eventually, she spoke "I met your cat. He's cute and friendly, but I can tell he needs some food and drink. I didn't come out her to coax you back in. Just to say that I think it would be best to put your feelings aside and give your cat what it needs, and then come out and sulk." Her tone wasn't judgemental or pitying, it was simple and straight to the point. In truth, she had wanted to gain his allowance to play with his cat, and she has yet to make a real friend here, and decided to be forward with someone. She got along better with males than females and she always got along with cats. Plus, he smoked too, she had smelt the faint smell of smoke on his cat. It was perfect.

"Whoa, Max," Lakesha said, stepping over to him. "We don't require a strip search." Before he could throw himself on the ground, Lakesha gripped his arm and restrained him in the way she had been trained, knowing he could hurt himself if he continued. "Fenix, did his papers say anything about medicine for episodes like this?" Lakesha focused on Max, trying to get him to calm down. "You're gonna be ok. I know it doesn't seem like it now, but it will be."

Contrary to the popular and current belief, Max had no intention of hurting himself, and he most certainly did NOT appreciate being unceremoniously grabbed by the Big Nurse. He was, at first, sorely tempted to turn straight around and sink his teeth into her arm; he had spent a long being restrained by people larger and far more professional than she was, and he knew a few tricks. Obviously, he wasn’t going to be able to break free, but needle stick injuries were a bitch when they involved biting rather than contaminated sharps... he could almost see her now, the look of horror on her face. Maybe she would tense and hold him tighter, maybe she would let him go, but either way this would end with her at A&E and Max with a salty taste in his mouth.

However, Max was far too shocked at her grab to get a bite in when his position was right for it, and so settled for snarling at her instead. Oh, now this was just fucking rich! He struggled for a moment, aiming to step on her toes out of pure spite rather than any real desire to hurt her as she got him locked into that damnable position. He hissed, hoping she realised that his shoulders dislocated far more easily than they ought to; the tell-tale pain starting up in his grabbed arm suggested she had no idea, but then again, he hardly thought her qualified for this sort of restraint... a regular nurse wasn’t allowed to do this, so how the hell did this woman get the right to manhandle him in such a manner?!

In the end, it was the pain that loosened his tongue; to hell with her cameras because right now they were getting a lovely shot of what she was doing to him. Max remained still and tried to... what was it that Ho said... ‘think of England’? He had no idea why he would want to do such a thing, but the Brit Twit said it helped in nasty situations, and seeing as Max could practically feel his shoulder separating... “I’m not trying to hurt myself, you bloody stupid woman!” he shrieked. Thinking of England wasn’t working very well for him at all.

“Have you never seen a fucking person sit down on the ground before! God! My fucking god do you have any idea how to do your job or not?!” His voice was rising to a near-hysterical pitch because she was dislocating his shoulder and would have no idea; she hadn’t read his letters yet, wouldn’t know about the hypermobility that made Max such a good gymnast and such a poor person to manhandle. Frankly, he had never expected to be yanked around in his own home at all.

“I don’t need the FUCKING crisis team, you ignorant bitch, I need you to FUCKING LET ME GO!” Forgetting himself, Max flexed in her hold, unthinking, only to howl in a mixture of pain and fury as the ball joint in his shoulder finally parted company with its socket.

Ali's eyes widened as one of the new arrivals began to strip off Ali looked at the ground and turned away his hands writhing together nervously he was waiting fo Fenix's answer to wether she wanted to search his room but he could allready feel his chest burning up again. He breathed in and out slowly closing his eyes, he would be fine just a bit of stress.

“I don’t need the FUCKING crisis team, you ignorant bitch, I need you to FUCKING LET ME GO!”

Mickey jumped at the yell, shot a glance at her brother, and with a nod from him, they both bolted to the room where Lakesha was. Mickey got there first. "Lakesha, let him go, you're hurting him!" Damien practicaly yelled, but managed to keep his voice down. Michaline was the one who acted. She imeadiately grabbed Lakesha's wrist. She did nothing more, she just said, "Let him go, he's freaking out. You need to let him go." She gently lifted the womans' hand from Max's shoulder. Then, she said coldly down to him, "You need to shut up. You'll have the whole house in an uproar, and Lakesha was not intending to hurt you. Stop yelling." There was a darkness in her eyes. She had been with Lakesha and Fenix for almost four years now, and she had grown fond of them both. She hated it when people got mad at them for no reason, like this boy was. What was his name? She didn't know, she hadn't met him yet.

"You're getting emotionally out of control. I have been trained to work in a mental hospital before, and I am reacting according to training," Lakesha said, being careful to keep her voice level. "You can insult me all you want, but this isn't going to work. So are we going to calm down? Breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth."

"Katie, as much as I appreciate the offer, you need to leave right now."

Lakesha didn't let go, and in fact gripped tighter when Mickey tried to get her to let go. An error on her part, as she would have loosened her grip. "Mickey, you know very well that I KNOW what I am doing and you need to back off, now," Lakesha said firmly. Her hand was not on his shoulder.

"Fenix, can you get these kids out of here?"

Chi nodded at the lady, getting very nervous and scared, his phobia of women coming into play. Why didn't eooma and appa tell me there was going to be women working here? He sighed as he walked into the place, setting his duffel bags and stereo at a clean spot so he could drop them into his dorm later. He continued to hold his stuffed Pikachu and his pink, bag on his back. He walked into the place where he could hear commotion in there.

His brown eyes widened as he saw what was happening he wasn't very good with fights or yelling. He held his Pikachu tighter, getting a bit scared. "Pikachu, nan geuge nae jalmos-i ani balabnida,"he muttered in his native tongue to the stuffed creature.

Fenix stood in the doorway, hands lifted level with her chest rather awkardly. This was going terribly. Part of her really wanted to just run off to her attic again, but she had the kids to deal with.

"Come on everyone, let's head into the dining room and let Lakesha deal with this." she stated, gesturing that the kids outside and in the lobby should probably follow her and get out of the way. This was the last thing she wanted people seeing on thier first day there. It was frankly, a disaster.

She headed for the dining room, trying to maintain her composure and work out what she was going to say to the residents about the chaos that was taking place.