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Alison Keegan

"If I did nothing wrong, I wouldn't do anything."

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a character in “Brat Camp: Turn-About Ranch”, as played by UniqueYetUnoriginal

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Name:
Alison Keegan, though usually known as Allie.

"You better remember that name, you'll be hearing it again."

Age:
Sixteen years old, since July 2.

"Sixteen years young!"

Country:
That dull, wet, green country known as Ireland.

"I have an Irish accent, couldn't you tell?"

Reason for being send to Turn-About Ranch:
She was drinking and taking drugs, vandalism, and also attacked her father.

"You're the one that has a problem with my behavior, you deal with it."

Description: Allie is small. That is the first thing you notice about her. Both in height and width, she is petite, her fast metabolism definitely the reason for this, as she eats more than most. She is only 5'2, making her slightly below average for a fourteen year old. Her hair is a color that would probably be described as bronze, though in the past she has experimented with hair colors in the past, including a dark brown color and a blonde color. It is naturally frizzy, though rarely seen like this unless you live with her, as she will always either straighten, curl or crimp it. Her eyes are a dark blue, which are framed by long, dark eyelashes. She wouldn't consider herself pale, but not dark either. She is tan enough that she could be considered golden, however.

"I told you, I am not small!"

Is Allie vain? Slightly. She wouldn't call it that, just proud of appearance, and likes to look after herself. Is that so bad? Yes, she wears make up, but the majority of female's her age are guilty of this, as well as some of the males. She is not going to say she is ugly if she thinks she isn't, and she isn't going to go begging for sympathy, either. She's happy in her own skin, and if someone else can't handle that, then that sucks ass for them, doesn't it?

"I'm not saying I'm gorgeous, just not ugly."

Her style is anything she finds cute, which consists of denim shorts, usually, especially high waisted, cropped tops or tie at the front tops, and a jacket or hoodie over it. Though, of course, when it comes to camp she must wear the uniform, which she is not too happy about. They're even taking away her sense of creative style? What is this, a concentration camp? She has four piercings, one on each earlobe, one at the top of her left ear, and a belly button piercing. She has also always wanted to get a tattoo, though not sure where. She has a heart shaped face, with rosy cheeks and a smile that usually is twisted in a smirk, or if laughing form dimples.

"I would like to consider myself fashionable."

Other:
I shall turn around my behavior.

"No, I won't!"

So begins...

Alison Keegan's Story

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Alison Keegan

She had assumed that this 'Roundy Round-Up Wackadoo Ranch,' or whatever it was called, would be miserable, boring, and smell like horse shit. Well, it seemed that she had been completely right.
After being sent on a plane all the way over to America, she had been brought by some taxi driver - obviously, her parents couldn't be assed to ask her rich relatives to drive her there, or they were too ashamed of her to - to the ranch, whilst he looked at her as if she had just told him that all she wanted for Christmas was a pair of crocks. So, not very pleasing.

When she walked into the wooden cabin, there were a few people - or delinquents - sitting on wooden benches by a camp fire. One of them, a male with a Russian accent, was speaking; "-we all want to introduce ourselves, perhaps? I'm Matvei Markovich. I apologize for my hideous clothing; normally I would be wearing something that flattered my appearance much more. They just don't have much fashion sense here, it seems. Who are you guys? Why are you here?"

"We're here because we're just some delinquent shits that need to be bored out of their minds in order to learn the goodness of being kind," she said from where she had been leaning against the door frame. She began to walk towards the camp fire as she continued, "Alison Keegan at your service." She looked down at her joke for an outfit, which she had changed into at the airport, and had to agree with him.

He had a tall and willowy build, with long, almost white hair that hung in curls around his pale head, this almost making him look like a female. His icy cold blue eyes looked like they could stare into your soul. Allie narrowed her eyes slightly as she tried to read him up. She sat down between this Russian guy, Mattie, or whatever his name was, and the blonde one that had just began to speak, "If you fancy my name, it is Baby."

Allie had to admit, she almost laughed at that one. Baby? Wow, her parents were very creative. We just had a baby, what will we call it? I know - Baby! She was assuming that it was just a nickname she had given herself. Allie furrowed her eyebrows slightly as she took in yet another person to share the ranch with. This girl was taller than Allie, though that wasn't saying much. She had thick, blonde hair that fell down past her shoulders, with a pink and purple streak through it. Allie decided she was probably one of those partying, drinking, smoking scene/emo girls. What was the difference between scene and emo, anyway? Was it that scene people were happy, and emo were sad or something? Allie had no idea.

The next person was also female, with a slender build and brunette hair. She was quite tan, too. Allie hadn't any idea why she was here - she looked like all those prissy cheerleaders in her old school. Though, then again, Allie probably didn't look liken someone that was probably insane.

Next was a guy with ruffled brown hair, who looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks due to his hollowed out cheek bones, and the fact that his ribs were showing through his clothing. She decided that he probably had an abusive home of some sort, as they either didn't feed him or he ran away from home, according to his appearance, though he may be anorexic, possibly.

Next was a very masculine female, someone who Allie immediately decided that she didn't want to mess with, even if she had made a habit of it. She looked like some sort of stone statue, rigid in place, and even sitting down Allie could see she would loom over her. There were tons of reasons why she could be here, none of them good.
Then again, Allie was basing this all off their appearances, following stereotypes, so she couldn't be sure.

A guy next, with black hair in a sort of emo style, as Allie liked to call it. Another tall one, too, probably ten or so inches taller than Allie. At least he didn't look very muscular, he looked more withdrawn, someone who preferred his own company.

The final person in their 'rebel squad' as Allie had decided to name them was also a male, with dark brown hair. She didn't like how he seemed to already be comfortable around the rest of the group - as did some of the other members of their little squad. Though maybe that as just jealousy, ever since she was little, Allie had always felt uncomfortable around strangers, even if she did hide it under a carefree persona.

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Character Portrait: Mike Stinster Character Portrait: Baby Stewart Character Portrait: Jack Jackson Character Portrait: Serenity Calvert Character Portrait: Alison Keegan Character Portrait: Harlem Faye Character Portrait: Gage Rogers Character Portrait: Matvei Markovich
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Harlem raised his head at the sound of an angry voice. The...female... that was speaking was anything but attractive. 'Man, that is one big bitch' he mused to himself. He didn't want to seem like a wimp or nothing, but he would certainly try avoiding a fight with that one. Not that fighting was generally his thing, but he'd be especially fervent about not pissing off her. Then again, wasn't it just a week or so ago he'd been attempting to kill himself? Well here's the opportunity! Bam. Suicide. Right there.
He looked around at all the other people who had since joined around the fire. Yep, sure enough, they were a bunch of weirdos. Like the overly-masculine looking female with the horrible accent if that wasn't enough.
Some blonde chick... wait, no, dude. He faintly recalled somebody complaining about fashion and figured it must be that guy. He didn't really think it was right, that guy looking so damn pretty. No guy should look that damn pretty, and what was he, a fucking elf? What could such a pretty little guy like that possibly done wrong to end up in a place like this?
Some scene chick with the world's stupidest name... Scene kids. They had to be some of the most vain people on earth. This chick sure didn't look like she had much substance to her.
The other two girls looked pretty harmless. What the hell could girls like that do that would result in them being sent here? From what he had gathered, this place was pretty hardcore. What, petty theft? Skipping school? He couldn't imagine it being worse then that, and those things didn't seem bad enough to be sent here about.
There was some emo kid and another guy. In his eyes, the only one who looked like they really belonged in this place was that butch-as-fuck chick. Yeah, he didn't think she belonged anywhere else other then jail...or an asylum. Somewhere with bars.
Harlem's body was still in agony. He wondered how long it would take for something to happen. Was he just meant to sit here all day, watching weirdos interact? What was the lesson he was meant to learning? If this was all he had to do, well, it was pretty shit but he'd imagined it to be a bit more brutal.
Maybe he could sneak off round about now. Nah, some of those guards who'd brought the others in were still hanging about. Man, he just wanted a fix and then he could deal with this shit, maybe. Even just a smoke and this pointlessness would be a bit more bearable.
"What the fuck is even happening here?" he said, growing impatient. He doubted much of a response from the weirdos around him. If he didn't know, chances are they wouldn't either.
His breathing was getting more intense as his craving peaked. His agitation was making his head throb. He stood up impulsively, scanning his surroundings for escape, and not finding a solution, kicked the seat he had been sitting on. Spontaneity can be very stupid. His foot and ankle suffered for his rash actions but the pain just made him angrier. He sad back down, gripping his hair, near-on tearing it out. This was sheer torture, and pointless torture at that. He didn't even see no fucking horses.

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Baby had shut her eyes, her fingers slowly circling her temples in a massaging way. She had already gotten a headache. If these people weren't giving her one already, she was suffering from the lack of meth and tobacco in her system. The other teens around her did not seem all too much for her to handle, but her eyes flew open when she was addressed by a masculine tone across the way from her.
"Baby? You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me," The voice rang out.
The blonde girl sighed half-heartedly. "It's not like I picked the bloody shite." She said, rolling her eyes. She wondered where the lesbian, male resembling girl got off. She was just reeking of problems, but she did not bother Baby in the slightest. No one did. And if the brute of a girl were planning to break her neck she would stand her ground and welcome whatever would come.
I fuckin' hate my name. She growled inside her head. She recalled once when she had just gotten off of the bus from school - when she was still allowed there, that is - and had been heading home when another group of kids her age had pushed her down. The lead male had stuck his own thumb in his mouth and began sucking on it dramatically.
"Wah! Wah!" He had mocked. "The little slag is going to run home to her mummy like that Baby that she is." Quickly following, they had begun to jump the small girl leaving her to limp home with a black eye, a puffy cheek, a cracked rib, and a twisted ankle from trying to be dragged.
Her mother had hurried over to her with a warm towel and had begun dabbing her eye with it. "Just brilliant, Baby. What have you gotten yourself into this time?" She had complained.
"It's not my fault!" Baby defended. "It was those tosser's that caused this." Her mother had brought her palm in to swing on her already swollen face.
"Where on Earth did you learn such foul language as that? You're really going to the dogs, babe." Her mother had turned away and began to complain to her father, 'That ankle biter of a daughter of yours is really something.'
Baby was so furious she had grabbed a fork and had surged it into her mother's waist. "Piss of, ya tallop! It's your blooming fault for naming me this disgrace!"
Her mother had been pregnant at the time and she had done damages to her uterus causing her mother to miscarriage. She had been only fourteen at the time.
Baby pulled herself out of her memories. From what she could tell by the judgmental looks she was receiving she was already being judge by her appearance. Probably being called, scene or emo or whatever the kids called it these days. She could not stand labels, but that was all people were good for was placing a certain title to a certain way people were or how they dressed or what they liked.
Baby scowled and pulled the red hood up over her head, repeating the motion of pulling the sleeves past the palms of her hands.
Everyone was getting so acquainted with one another. A male that had previously been screaming for everyone to put a sock in it was now greeting another. Pretty bipolar in my opinion. She thought to herself. Another male that was only sitting two people from her had kicked over his own perch and now seemed to be in pain. The blonde merely looked at him. She felt bad. He seemed to be suffering in his head worse than she was. At least she could slightly control her impulses. Even though every fiber of her being was pushing her to find the nearest sharp object and jab it into the buff girl's eye.
She stayed quiet, though resting her chin on her curled up fingers, her arms resting on her knees that were brought as close to her as possible.
She would have given anyone the clothes on her back for a few squares. Alas, she doubted that they even allowed anyone else into the camp that was not there to be tortured and forced to care for giant dogs with hooves.
She looked past the other 'campers' and observed the cabin, taking in every aspect, as well as anything that could turn into a make-shift weapon if need be. There was a possibility, though, that they had 'round the clock room surveillance to keep sure that there was no one up 'past their bedtime'. But if she studied their usual routines, maybe she could figure something out.
After sizing up the room she looked around the group again and shook her head, but the movement would have hardly been noticeable to the human eye it was such a small action. She had a feeling that not even one person would go out of their way to care about anything that she had to say at all. The only people that somewhat seemed like her was the spazzing guy and the other dude who also had a few piercings of his own. Maybe the girl with the more of a bronze hair color who had just recently entered, but other than that...

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Character Portrait: Mike Stinster Character Portrait: Jack Jackson Character Portrait: Serenity Calvert Character Portrait: Alison Keegan Character Portrait: Harlem Faye Character Portrait: Gage Rogers Character Portrait: Matvei Markovich
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Serenity watched the group with a harsh glare, her fingers curling themselves around the edges of her shirt. A nervous habit. They really weren't the most social bunch. Despite her violence issues, she really wasn't that aggressive towards others. It was only when they annoyed her that she would 'unleash her wrath', as he mother called it. Every little curse or dig, every little flinch and movement made her tighten her grip on her shirt. It was kind of like being surrounded by a bunch of loonies.. Actually, it was exactly like being around a bunch of loonies.

They were communicating alright, but it wasn't exactly pleasant for anyone. Such a shame. It was already a sucky experience to have been sent to the stupid camp, and no one was making it better by arguing. They could atleast make it better for themselves and get along for just a short amount of time.

Serenity bit onto her bottom lip in frustration, listening to every little comment. It wouldn't be easy, but she thought she might as well have given herself the role of peace-keeper among the group, regardless of how much of a hard task it seemed to be at that time.

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Mike sat silently, staring at the fire before him. He heard the others talk, but did not attempt to make contact with them. No, he would certainly not. He would behave, and go home and go back to who he was and what he was doing at home. That be just so much more better, and yet, he realized why his parents had send him here. He had been destructive, expelled and run into trouble with the police. His parents had said this would be better, and he would learn how to behave. And they had hoped he would return anew, and now old. Mike had to see about that just yet.

He looked up from the fire as someone walked in. An old looking guy, friendly looking, but he was sure the man would be the biggest problem around here. And then the man spoke.

''Right, boys and girls,'' the man spoke as he clapped his hands together and looked at them, ''I am Brandy, and I shall explain the rules and make sure you'll follow them. Within a few minutes, you'll be stripped from every juwelry, piercings included. We'll wash your hair and bring it back to its natural colour. If you don't agree on it and won't remove them, it will have consequences. From tomorrow on, you'll be ordered to stay in a stone circle, make your own breakfast and dinner, above your self-made fire. You may not talked unless you are asked something, and you may not leave the stone circle unless asked to. But tonight, you may just sleep. We have no mattresses, so you'll be handed a blanket and that's all you'll have. I don't want to hear any complaining, swearing, there will be no drinking alcohol or smoking cigarettes. Again, no talking unless asked to from tomorrow on. Now, if I call your name, you will follow me and remove every juwelry and anything that can harm me, or one of the staff.''

Mike looked back at the fire and nodded simply.

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Alison Keegan

Just when things seemed to be not that bad, the muscular woman blew up. Not literally, that would have been cool, though.
As if Alison wasn't already completely irritated, the yells coming from this very.. burly girl wormed their way into her ears, resulting in a mild headache. Nothing she couldn't handle, but still annoying. Then they all started complaining - maybe they had just realized that they would have to spend a month, maybe more with these people. Allie was just starting to realize it, too.

People started to settle down slightly when an old man walked in, and Allie immediately decided he was perverted, for no other reason than the fact he worked at this shit hole. He clapped like a seal to get their attention as he began, ''Right, boys and girls, I am Brandy, and I shall explain the rules and make sure you'll follow them. Within a few minutes, you'll be stripped from every juwelry, piercings included. We'll wash your hair and bring it back to its natural colour. If you don't agree on it and won't remove them, it will have consequences. From tomorrow on, you'll be ordered to stay in a stone circle, make your own breakfast and dinner, above your self-made fire. You may not talked unless you are asked something, and you may not leave the stone circle unless asked to. But tonight, you may just sleep. We have no mattresses, so you'll be handed a blanket and that's all you'll have. I don't want to hear any complaining, swearing, there will be no drinking alcohol or smoking cigarettes. Again, no talking unless asked to from tomorrow on."

Her piercings had to go? Well, now, Brandy, it seemed that they had stumbled along a little problem there. Already, without hearing the rest, she knew she was going to be pissed with whatever the rest of his speech was. Now what was he saying, a fucking stone circle? What are they - actually, no animal lives in a stone circle. Make food, yadayadayada.. wait, she couldn't make a fire. I guess she'd just starve herself then. Then a blanket, well it was an upgrade from this little 'hut.' Then there was the no talking, complaining or swearing.. pssht, yeah right. Alcohol and smoking, none of that bothered her.

"Now, if I call your name, you will follow me and remove every jewelry and anything that can harm me, or one of the staff.''
As soon as her name was called, Alison stood up and walked over to the old guy.
"No hair color, and I can't take out my earrings, Mr.. uh.. Brandy. If I do they'll get infected. It's not pretty," she shrugged, in a whole 'It's not my fault or my problem' kind of way before continuing. "Oh, and here," she handed him the cheap ring she had bought before she arrived here, and then slipped off the necklace her mother had given her as a going away present. She didn't really give a damn about either of those.

She threw them on the ground at her feet. "I know out here you've been living off horse shit for your whole lives or whatever, but I don't know how to make a fire," she added sharply. "We weren't all raised in the wild you know, we're not animals." She rolled her eyes, before turning around.

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Baby had continued to shed herself of the four earrings she had after extracting her other favored gauge. She was only complying following the reassurance of being able to receive them back. She was lifting her shirt to eliminate her body of her belly button ring when her head raised to watch Alison bicker about her ears. Aw, poor poor her. Her ears might get red and irritated. The blonde shook her head and scoffed. She had no idea what an infection was. Baby had once pierced her tongue when she was thirteen and had stupidly smoked a cigarette which had really done her in. She couldn't eat without crying. Her tongue had turned green. It was a really bad time. Pah! She had no idea the pain that a piercing could really cause.
Her foul response had gotten her punishment. She could over hear Brandy's command of being forced to stare into the desert. It would not have been very bad if it were not for the blazing heat that radiated from the sand and burned down harshly from the burning Sun.
She felt bad for her now, but her sincerity quickly vanished when her feelings were erased by him stepping back into the room and call her up.
She had just taken off her last piercing and went to unclasp the diamond necklace her oldest brother that had passed away had gifted her with before he had died while being over seas. She almost let herself go for a moment but restrained herself from shedding a single tear and letting anyone call her weak for something they didn't know.
She handed him all of the jewelry that she had collected from herself and let it fall into his hand without a word from her mouth.
He called in another male and he took her away from the group and led her into a separate room. He handed her a blanket and shut the door, a click following afterwards.
Really? She surely was not going to be attempting any escape.
She examined the bed and decided against that. The floor looked just as inviting as the wooden bed. It was also colder so it would be comforting.
She lay down and rested on her back, pulling the blanket only up to her waist. She was thankful for how long and thick her hair was. She pulled it up and lay her head on it. It was at least a little better than nothing at all. Before she knew it, she found her eyelids feeling heavier and she was fast asleep in minutes.

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Alison Keegan

This oldie grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the entrance.
"What the fuck? I'm not an animal, aren't you supposed to be promoting the opposite of violence?" She could tell she was getting angry, and would probably go all violent fury shit in a minute. She slapped his arm away and rubbed her arm, glaring at him.
''Face that way, to the desert for 10 minutes. No turning around, talking or complaining. When I come back, I want your earrings removed! If you haven't, there will be consequences resulting into an extra day in the stone circle.'
"What's this whole stone circle thing about, anyway, huh?" she asked, with an eye roll, before muttering, "Gladly," under her breath and striding out of the door. She slammed the door behind her, and immediately realized why this was punishment. Being from Ireland, where temperatures over 20 degrees Celsius were rare, this heat was practically unbearable. The only reason she kept the jacket on was to stop her shoulders from burning to a crisp.

She took out her earrings immediately, they weren't worth it, anyway. Besides, that wasn't the piercing she had wanted to keep. The piercing she wanted to keep on was the one on her stomach, her belly button to be precise, which was hidden under the ugly tank she was wearing. She kept walking, slipping her earrings into her jacket pocket and not looking back. If he wanted her to turn around he could bloody well tell her, instead of all this 'ten minutes precisely' shit.