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Dead Poets society

Dead Poets society

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One way or another you've been hurt. You are sent off by the parents to a mental hospital to 'help you get out of this funk.' Life throws you another curve ball when you meet HIM . . .

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from the movie: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/dead_poets_society

Introduction

Your life sucks.

You either hide behind a mask of smiles or you simply display how much your particular life sucks right now. Somehow you snap, just snap like a dam and all your emotions go rushing out. You break down either at home or school but you just can't take the pain any longer and you break. Somehow the school finds this a problem and consults your parent and or guardian about it. They say you are a danger to yourself and the rest of the school and you will be allowed to go to a Medical institute in Illinois.

As you are shipped off you arrive and find many others in the same situation as the therapists try to sugar coat your life. Suddenly you meet a boy who says that he has a way that will help you. He invites you to an abandon corridor in the institute where he shows you the other members. They are the dead poet society. They read poetry from their hearts and it drips off their tongue like magic as they read aloud and share.

But the society must be kept a secret from the Matryum who rules St. Joans because otherwise it will be disband and they would be sent to true asylums. As you decide to join the dead poet society or not you meet new friends. Everyone in the society talks of how they feel they are getting better. You feel free and rebellious by being in the society but soon the Matryum tries to destroy it using spies and agents, cronies of the Maytrum. It's your last link to freedom and happiness, the only way to get out of here or to be free from your pressures.

Will you fight for it?

Characters so far:
~Molly
~Lacross
~Sadie
~Svean

Characters made but not used by any one person:
~Ally
~Crow
~Rick
~Matryum

pre-made Characters:
Matryum-OPEN
HIM(i have not named him because i don't want to limit anyone)-CLOSED
Ally, part of Matryum squad-Open
Spy for Matryum-OPEN

Skelly characters:
Member of the DPS:
Crow-Open
Rick-Open
Other-ALWAYS OPEN

New person in society- ALWAYS OPEN
Other people in Institute(not in the dead poet society but at St. Joans)-ALWAYS OPEN
Other/etc.-ALWAYS OPEN

Please give when making your character at LEAST-

Name:

Gender:

Age:

Reason for breakdown:

Appearance:

Likes:

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Habits:

History:

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Toggle Rules

1. swearing reasonable level.
2. don't sign on then abandon.
3. keep it clean. Love is allowed but don't have any inappropriate scenes. PM if you wanna do that.
4. If by chance someone wants to stop the rp then you can either have your charrie commit suicide or leave the institute.

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Lacross opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He huffed, frustrated with the fact that he wasn't able to speak at all for the time being. He looked around, looking for something to convey what he was trying to say. He perked up and nuzzled Molly's are as if asking if she was alright. Having not seen Sadie all day, he started to attach himself to who ever would at least tolorate him. Or in the very least understand him at the moment.

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Molly watched as he became frustrated at something. He seemed to be unable to make any human sounds. Interesting. Then she flinched as he nuzzled her arm. She hadn't been expecting that. What could he be trying to communicate? 'It'll be alright,' maybe? It seemed like that was it. "No it won't." she said to him, suddenly lucid. It seemed the physical contact with another human being brought her back to reality. "I feel terrible. Last night was awful. Oh, God, last night." She covered her face in her hands. "I can never face Svean again. I suppose I'm even glad he got caught, so I don't have to talk to him again." She looked Lacross over, trying to judge if he was okay. "How are you? Apart from... you know, incoherence?"

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Ally was walking down the hall. How could she have put Svean in the slam just for the sake of her own freedom? She would have gotten out eventually without putting her best friend in. Whimpering a little she felt someone tap her shoulder and swung around. Mary stood there. She looked upset as well.
"Yeah?" Ally nearly whispered.
"I just heard about Svean." she said quietly, "I thought you would be broken up because you were close." she opened her arms but Ally turned away.
"I don't deserve comfort." she muttered and Mary frowned.
"Why? Did something happen? did you get in a fight?" she kept pace with Ally as the two started walking.
"It's my fault he's in there." she glared at her feet, "I turned him in, selfishly." Mary gasped.
"You're Matryums dog!" she exclaimed and Ally let out a sob.
"I just wanted to get out of this retched place. I didn't care what happened to anyone else but when I saw what she did to Svean I-" she stopped herself and tried to keep calm.
"You wish you never did it." Mary sighed. "I'm so sorry Ally."
"You don't have to be. I'm going to get him out." she sighed.
"What? How?"
"I'm going to tell Maytrum I made a mistake. I'm going to quit her force too." she sighed. "She shouldn't rule this place." Ally glanced at Mary. "I want to get into the society." Mary glanced this way and that then said what they had planned.
"I don't know exactly who runs it but I think Crow's in charge."
"Crow? Mr. I don't like choosing sides?"
"He recruits everyone and he opens alot of the meetings. Not to mention he has 'insomnia'." Mary explained and Ally's facade fell away.
"Thank you Mary. I'm glad you gave me this information."
"Ally?"
"It was all a trick. Maytrum knew you knew who was the leader. And you just told me." she sneered. "And thanks to you Svean can go free. Without Crow leading the Society it will fall apart." She turned and stormed off but Mary stood there. Crying. It had worked to perfection. The plan was set in motion.

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Lacross sighed, somewhat discouraged about the feeling coming off Molly and after last night's breakdown, he had some understanding of what she was going through. He paced around her on all fours quickly and wove himself through the legs of the easel, showing that he was alert and well after last night. However, this did get the attention of the nurse in the room.

"Lacross, you know we don't allow that here."

Lacross snarled and seemed to raise the hair on his neck, causing her to back away. He looked back at Molly, nuzzling her leg in reassurance. He never liked to show his simmering rage in front of people that treated him with respect, a bit disrespectful in his eyes.

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Molly nodded. He seemed to be okay. She even smiled a little when he wove through the easel's legs. It seemed a little playful in its activeness. But then Molly's countenance darkened as the nurse jumped down Lacross's throat for just communicating. "Oh, Lacross." she sighed as he rubbed against her leg. "I wish I had your problem rather than mine. Not to say that it's better or anything, it's just that... I think I could cope with it better." She looked around, sighing again. "I just wish I could get out of here." she said. "I want nothing more than to see my dad again. I don't even care about living anymore. You know, I've never cared for a boy the way I cared for my dad. How about you? Was there someone in your family that you held special?"

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Lacross sighed and whined a bit, wishing that Molly would stop asking questions where it would be easier to speak. He looked around the room and darted off under the table of the others in the room. He waited until they weren't paying attention before grabbing paper and pencil and darting back toward Molly again. He put the paper against the wall and started drawing. If anything, Lacross had a talent in the art from what he had been told, if not in speech then in art. It only took him a few minutes to return to Molly and handing over her.

The sketch was of a woman dressed in various furs and feathers in a tribal fashion. A matron, aged around 30 to 35 and wielded a bow. The hood of the furs had a crown of antlers and ivy vines and stood in defense of a small child, also dressed in furs. Lacross made no eye contact with Molly, fully expected to be belittled and called a freak for it.

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Molly watched as Lacross huffed and scuttled off. When he came back she waited for him to draw. He was a good drawer, and she was happy to watch and wait. There was nothing to do anyway. Recreation time was terribly boring. She looked around the room and saw some people laughing. If only she could be that happy. They looked like they were on the road to recovery, whereas Molly was on the quick freeway to death. When she turned back, Lacross was holding out shamefully a picture of something.

"Oh, don't be silly, Lacross, you're a great artist!" she said, misunderstanding his shame. Then she looked at the picture. "Oh..." she breathed. It was beautiful in an odd way. A way that appealed to Molly's inner animal nature. It was elegant, too, in the way that the feathers and furs declared a connection between man and nature. What kind of connection, Molly wasn't sure, but it was a connection. "You and your mother?" Molly asked quietly.

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It was late the next time Svean awoke. he clutched his head groaning and looked out the window. It was sundown and he could see some people walking around. He lay back on the bed and groaned. Damn his head hurt.
"Svean get up!" a commanding voice ordered and Svean squinted his eyes.
"Who's that?"
"Maytrum. We've caught the leader to your society so we'll let you go free and all the other members. Without your leader the society can't breath and you will be forced into our treatment." said Maytrum triumphantly.
"Our leader?" Svean whimpered nervously. "You meant they turned themselves in?"
"Crow? Turn himself in? No. Ally told me who he was." cackled Maytrum and Svean leapt up.
"NO! I'm the leader! Not Crow! Let him go! He'd have gotten out soon!" he demanded but Maytrum laughed.
"I knew you knew who the leader was, Svean, but no matter what I know without a doubt Crow is the leader. All of my spies have witnessed that he attended every meeting and he recruited a majority of the new members. Everything points to him." smirked Maytrum. "Now leave. You are free to go." she waved him away and went to the next room. he stood there trembling and glared around him. "I'm the leader. I did the same things Crow did. How did you catch the wrong person?" he passed Ally on his way out.
"Svean!" she cried happily clinging to his arm.
"If you don't let me go right now I'll break your arm." he growled and she released him.
"What's wrong?"
"You turned me in yet everyone thinks Crow is the leader. Then I hear you turned him in too."
"It was for you Svean." she whimpered.
"You would turn me in for your freedom. Just go get your freedom and never see me again." he glared. "I don't like you." he said coldly and walked to his room. Whatever they hit him in the head with he would have to set up a new meeting tomorrow because he was too tired and hurt to figure it out tonight.

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Lacross scoffed at the question. His mother he barly knew from her passing away from illness. Although she was kind to hi, she had also been very sickly from what he remembered. He grabbed another piece of paper and started to sketch. First was the woman, then himself and then another male. The other male was slightly taller then he was and wearing a business suit. He also drew of pup of some kind under himself and and arrow coming from the other male and and connecting arrow to the woman and the other male, trying to say that the man and woman were siblings.

Then again, not being able to speak made him agitated. Lacross placed the picture in front of molly and started to pace around the table on all fours. Usually, he would be able to speak be now. Too many people, too many unfamiliar faces. Some stared and snickered at him, others he could hear mocking him for what he was. He never liked most people; always judgmental to those they don't understand and trying to change it in to something that they can. Never changing themselves and chattering about crap no one care for or mocking differences.

"Hey beast boy! Want a dog treat?" He heard one call out to him. Lacross ignored to comment while the rest of the room started to laugh and the nurse trying to settle them down. He laid under the table, watching everyone while hiding where he was. He didn't want another outburst, but if he were to be touched...all bets were off.

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"Oh, okay." Molly said, feigning understanding. She had no idea what this kid was trying to get across, but it was weird, whatever it was. She could always ask him later. She smiled and nodded - the standard response for someone who didn't understand someone else. She was about to say something else when she heard snickering behind her. She turned around.

'Hey, beast boy! Want a dog treat?' Now that was just low. If there was anything Molly couldn't stand, it was ignorant hate. The girl stood up in front of Lacross, her fists clenched like a little kid whose toys were taken from her. "You slime." she said through clenched teeth. Anger clouded her vision and she felt reality slipping. She chose to ignore it and continued. "He didn't do anything to you!" A nurse frowned at her and began to make her way over to Molly to calm her down. Molly would have none of it. "He's not a joke. A joke... a joke..." Molly began to stutter like a stroke victim. She watched as reality slipped through her grasp and danced off to play. The nurse came over.

'Calm down, sweetie.' she said with a syrupy tone, reaching for a syringe. Molly sat down immediately and the nurse went away. Molly tried to apologize to Lacross, but all that came out was babble. "Gaius Flaminius didn't mean to lose Rome." she said. "Hannibal was just too good for him." At least this makes two of us. she thought. "Gaius Flaminius had another consul with him, you know." she finished. Then she giggled. Looking at Lacross miserably, she picked up his drawing and turned it over. On the back she drew two stick figures with no mouths. They were holding hands. Around them were laughing faces, but there was a wall around them. She smiled. She wasn't a very good artist, but she thought that communicated what she wanted. They could stand firm as long as they had each other.

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Lacross nuzzled Molly as she started babbling nonsense. Even in nonsence, he was patient with the right people. As a matter of fact, one could say that how lacross was during the day was nonsense. He tilted his head to the side and popped up on the other side of the table and pulled the picture over to get a closer look. Two stick figures with no mouths in some kind of room. He smiled, easily decifering the message she was trying to get across.

He took another piece of paper and started to doodle a bit on it too. He drew a chibi version of himself in what seemed to be in a forest of some kind picking leaves on one side of the paper. To the right of that picture had him watching over a boiling kettle while tearing the leaves up. A small comic of his life at home was scrawled out on this paper. From hunting deer and squirrel to wrapping a bandage around hand while sitting on the porch of a tree house. He also eyed the door every now and again, checking if the nurse was coming back or not.

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Molly watched in fascination as Lacross's life unfolded on the paper. The drawing was cute, too. She liked the style. It looked Japanese or something. Whatever it was, she had never seen it before. She picked up the paper when he was finished and smiled at it, admiring the curves and lines. She thought about Lacross's life. What had it really been like when it was not on paper? When it was real? Was it like camping? Did he even know the concept of camping or would he find it silly? There were so many questions that this strange boy evoked in her that would remain unanswered for quite some time. She wished they could break out of here, run back to the matron in the picture and have a new life.

A new life. That was the first time that she had thought of life as a good thing since the meeting. This boy was enchanting, amazing even, that he had made her forget about the meeting, Matryum, the whole nine yards of misery. That was when she remembered Svean. They had to break Svean free or something awful would happen to him, the society! Quickly, Molly grabbed a silver marker and drew a stick figure with silver hair. She drew him hog-tied. "Break the thermometer, what happens? The mercury runs all over the floor." she said nonsensically.

Break: Break-out. Mercury: Silver. It was then that she realized that everything she said had meaning. Every weird thing that came out of her mouth, every bit of nonsense... wasn't nonsense. It all made sense in a crazy, riddly way. She tried desperately to communicate this to Lacross. "The pieces of the puzzle don't fit because they're pieces to a different puzzle!" she nearly shouted. Now she knew how to talk! Sort of.

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Lacross looked at the picture and stared, confused at what she was trying to say for a second. Silver...silver hair? His head perked up for a moment. Svean! He did hear that he had been captured and to his knowledge he didn't know if the other members had a plan to get him out or anything. He opened his mouth again, trying to speak but only a few words came up. "Escape....rest know, but not know how." He said finally though it had a growl like tone to it.

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Time escaped her fairly easily. Sadie had slipped into another state of mind that was reminiscent of a walking coma. She spoke to noone, she hardly moved from her bed, and a few times had to be force fed. There was no explicable source of trauma. She wracked her brain, thinking back to the night of the meeting. Things faded in and out from that night. Currently, she was curled on her bed, staring at the door as if waiting for it to fly open. It just wouldn't move. She didn't keep track of time. Years could pass, but they didn't. It could have been a few hours, but it had to be more because the nurses kept trying to feed her, and one was dragging her out of bed and trying to coax her into a shower. It all seemed to be okay. She just stared at the nurse for a while, being pulled around like a rag doll on a string. It didn't matter. Not until the orderly shoved her into the bathroom and turned the water on. Sadie shrieked, as if she was just tossed into a lake full of ice and death. The shriek echoed through the hallway, and even managed to startle the poor woman that was just trying to help her. Sadie writhed like someone was trying to kill her, as if a shower was some sort of punishment. She whined and squirmed the entire time, even when a fresh set of clothes was tossed at her. Long black pajama pants, a white tank top, and a black button down top. Sadie stared at the clothing before pulling it onto her damp body. The pants stuck to her in an unpleasant fashion. The shirt felt too heavy. Everything felt wrong. The brunette murmured in disgust to herself, breaking away from the nurse. Her lower lip trembled, as if holding back a second shriek of discontent. But nothing came. Her fingers trailed against the wall, as if memorizing the hallway.

So she walked. She was so alone, yet so surrounded. Those who understood disappeared. Or maybe she just didn't look hard enough. Either way, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she was touched. Sadie felt a strong hand on her wrist, guiding her to the rec room. She moved and resisted like a stubborn child, though not a word came from her. Maybe that was what they wanted. For her to protest, to speak, to yell at them. But her eyes just softened, a sad and haunted expression coming over her as she dragged her feet behind the orderly. What was the point of structured schedules anyways? Sadie stumbled as she was pushed towards the room, not really into the idea of being pushed into a room of other people and activities. She paced the perimeter of the room, not getting terribly close to anyone. It wasn't until she heard the frantic babbling that she perked up. Molly. Not who Sadie was looking for, but close. Recognizable. Something that told her that the other night was real. She slowly made her way up behind her, not really in a mood to speak to her but to just sit nearby. Sadie perched herself on a nearby desk, her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap. Silent as a night after a nuclear bomb. No life to be found beyond the steady rising and falling of her chest. Her eyes squinted only when she moved her head to look at Lacross. A smile would have been appropriate, but instead Sadie smacked her hand on the desk, widened her eyes and tipped her head at him. The one who didn't function like the rest. He was real, too?

"I thought day wasn't your thing." She murmured as some sort of greeting.

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Molly sat, wondering what was to be done about their leader. How to get him out? As she sat, someone familiar came creeping up behind her.

'I thought day wasn't your thing.' Molly recognized the voice and perked up. Sadie! She sounded odd, though. Muffled, or stifled. Like she was inside another room and Molly couldn't hear her very well through the walls. Molly turned around. "Where are you? I can't see you." she said with a confused look on her face. She knew that Sadie was really talking to Lacross (no one ever talked to her because no one wanted inane babble 24/7.), but she felt the need to respond anyway. Sadie seemed to be in some sort of trouble.

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Sadie pursed her lips. She was an odd one, wasn't she? But, was that really fair to say, considering the circumstances? They thought she was crazy, too. Crazy enough to lock up. Unsure how to approach that question, the brunette shifted uncomfortably on the desk. She was sitting practically right in front of her. How did she not see? It made no logical sense. But this girl wasn't logical. Sadie had to let the thought simmer for a moment before responding. "Right here." It seemed to be the beginning of one of her short, practiced answers that she was so infamous more. But her tone was tired, defeated. "You can see me, you're just not seeing what you want to see. Look closer." That was the best she could do for the girl. She didn't know what would upset her, what made things click in her mind, how she worked. All Sadie had was a dimmed perspective on how the world worked. Practiced. Meticulous. She was breaking the mold and it was killing her.

Sadie ran her slender fingers over her face, dragging them down as if trying to take her skin off. Dark eyes scanned the other girl, searching for some sign of life. Every so often, a stray strand of hair would stick to her face, still damp from her forced shower. "Look at me." She said softly, her voice cracking ever so slightly. "Nobody ever really sees me. So don't worry if you can't. It's not your fault." It wasn't compassion or guilt that led her to explain, to keep her from snapping at Molly. Because she wasn't angry with her. She wasn't really anything. If forced to explain her feelings at that exact moment, she could only yank out the word sad. Sad like tears in a rainstorm. A whisper in a windstorm. Death during the end of the world. A sadness that was present but never really acknowledged. She thought too much.

Sadie straightened her back, folding her hands in her lap again and becoming still once more.

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Lacross perked up at the familar voice, he looked around and soon locked his eyes on to Sadie. He seemed to wiggle a bit like an excited puppy as he bounded toward her and paced quickly around her. It wasn't that often this happy and excited side of him ever got out or was even seen at that matter, since his admittion to the asylum. All most of anyone saw was either his angered bestial side or his cold and manipulative side when his humanity returned. Right now, he was in the in-between; somewhat speaking when he wanted to, but still acting like an animal.

This in-between was what had caught the nurse's attention. She watched at Lacross nuzzled and paced around Sadie like a dog who had not seen their owner in months. She knew Lacross's reputation and had seen his simmering anger first hand. She sighed, noting it on a note pad.

"Where you? Where you?" He said, finally laying in-front of her in his normal sphinx like position. In the back of his mind though, he knew people were watching his behavior, some snickering at him and some he knew were thinking about jumping him somewhere during the day if he was forced to wander the hall. He turned to looked over at the others. Only Molly and Sadie had enough of his trust to have him feel the need to protect them. If anything, he was on edge since he didn't even sleep in his room the night before. He couldn't be sure that he would lash out at other people and in the chaos, get them caught in the crossfire.

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Sadie blinked a few times, caught off guard by the bubbly behavior that was coming from the usually calm, sullen Lacross. What had gotten into him? She stared at him for a moment, managing a weak half smile, waiting patiently for him to calm down. It was so bizarre, but it didn't bother her. If anything, it sort of helped. Being dragged out of her room, forced back into the community, and seeing that the world still spun when she wasn't around...it helped. Knowing that she wasn't totally useless. That people recognized her. Acknowledged her. Sadie looked downward when Lacross settled down in front of her. She stared at him for a moment, then shook her head slowly. He really was a piece of work, wasn't he? She wondered if this was the real him, if there was a real him, or if it was just a stage. Either way, she didn't mind it. It was nice to see someone else happy in this place for once. She could hear the others snicker, and make remarks, and a sharp turn of her head let her examine the culprits.

Sadie wasn't confrontational. But she made note to snub them should they ever intent on coming near her. She stuck her chin up like the spoiled child she was supposed to be, then turned her attention back to Molly and Lacross. The two that didn't just stare at her like she was a shell. A dead shell. She had feelings. They were just...blocked. She clucked her tongue, then in a swift movement, perched herself closer to Lacross. Her head tilted to look at Molly, her hands lingering on Lacross' back. She lightly stroked him like he was a dog, leaning into him and pursing her lips. She was in no mood to explain things, and he was in no state of mind for deep conversation. It fit. She cringed under the stare of the nurse who had brought her in here. She shook her head quickly, little droplets of water flying off of her hair.

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Molly listened to Sadie's explanation. It made a little bit of sense, she supposed. As much as she herself made, anyway. Then she blinked as one of the droplets of water hit her nose and began to slide down her face. "Oh." she said. "There you are."

Something about the contact with the water, or the water's connection with Sadie, brought Molly out of her chains. She looked down and they were gone. She could speak freely now, with eloquence, and not be worried about doing something she would regret. It was a wonderful feeling. Like bursting out of the water after holding your breath for a while and breathing a first, deep breath. She looked back up at Sadie. "I can see you. What I meant to say is what's wrong? You don't seem... okay. Well, no one in here is okay, but I mean. You look terrible." Then Molly realized how insensitive that sounded and stammered. "I mean, you look fine, it's just - I mean - Well - You don't seem yourself."

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Every now and again, Lacross's eyes would scan the area to give death stares at the others that locked eyes on him. Some cringed, some moved away from his field of vision, some even started to slip out of the room entirely to keep him from staring at him. Only to be pushed back in the room and cower somewhere out of his sight. However, there where some still arrogant enough to keep whispering about him. He ignored them, prefering to deal with them when the time came.

He scuttled away from Sadie for a moment, crawling under the table and grabbing papers and pencils and a small board before laying in front of Sadie again. He started to doodle a bit, small drawings of himself doing things that he normally did at home. Other drawings of him trying to catch up with a woman by the looks of it, but she had a helmet made of a moose's skull. It calmed him down somewhat here. It took his mind off the pain this place caused him in the long run. He shivered a bit from the water that fell on him, but nothing violent. Just something that set off a chill.

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Sadie squinted her eyes at Molly. Well, at least she could see her now. Not that it made any sense, or mattered in any way. She nodded slowly, still lightly running her hand up and down the upper part of Lacross' back. A nervous habit that didn't seem to disturb him too much. She examined Molly, watching as she started talking to her. At her. In words that actually made sense. Questions. Things that Sadie really didn't want. Questions were what landed her here. She pulled her hand away from Lacross, long enough for him to wander off from her. She raised her brows, glanced at him, then turned her gaze back at Molly. It confused her when people acted out of their nature. But she didn't even have much of a personality of her own, now did she? Sadie pursed her lips once more, not really sure if she had much of an answer.

"It's fine." She answered shortly, returning her nervous hand back to touching at Lacross' back. It kept in her touch with what she was doing, where she was. The past few days had been rough. She twitched like she was nervous, like there was a reason for her anxiety. There was total reason, but she felt it was so trivial that she would be laughed at. By what? A bunch of people as broken as her? Did they care? Would they laugh because her problems were so...tiny? Sadie shrunk back, realizing how long she was taking to respond. Dark eyes were wide and locked on Molly for a moment or two. "If I was okay I wouldn't be here." There was a pause, a realization, and then she snapped her neck back, like someone had grabbed her head and thought for a moment. "I mean..." She looked at Molly again, squinting her eyes at her.

"My mother is supposed to visit." Those words were heavier than she expected them to be. To her, it was a nightmare, a punishment, her reason for hiding in her room for so many days. Avoiding the woman who judged her so harshly. Sadie turned her attention back to Lacross, nuzzling her forehead against his shoulder and watching him draw.

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Lacross whimpered, feeling the heaviness and fear in her voice. He knew his step-mother never wanted to see her again and his real mother died of illness when he was young, but neither would go as far as to visit and cause torment to their unwanted child.

He started to draw on another piece of paper, drawing life when he was inside the 'civil home'. One small picture of him looking miserable at a dinner table wearing a suit; another picture of him trying to make his case with a woman, somewhat shorter then him who seemed to have a lump in her belly who was clearly not having any of it. The last picture was him seemingly in a padded room, possibly somewhere in the asylum, maddened, bruised and looking delirious from some kind of shot and medication.

His decent into his own personal hell so to speak. He had heard the rumors of his arrival here, knowing that he was locked away for the first month because of his temper and savagery at the time, he had been dubbed 'the beast of St.Joans' and the target of some patients jokes or out right attacks. But even hell had some light in it.

He sighed, sinking lower into the floor, waiting to be let out of recreation for a nap or food. The thought of seeking to the outside and exploring the cave the society was in to see if there was another den made him smirk a little. Some distraction was all he needed.

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Sadie lifted her head when she heard Lacross whimper in response to her. She shook her head, quickly moving and squeezing him. "Don't." She murmured softly to him, then leaned closer to watch him draw out what looked like his past. Sadie frowned deeply, lightly tracing her fingers over the drawing. In a vague way, he had lived her live. Lost someone, only to be forced into a life that just wasn't made for him. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. He was a unique...she wasn't sure what to call him, but she was comfortable with him. He didn't ask a lot of questions, he didn't push her to limits that she wasn't comfortable going to. He was just there. Sadie nuzzled Lacross for a moment, then slowly rose to her feet. She glanced at the nurses who watched her when she crossed the room to grab some markers and paper. Why did they stare? What were they expecting from her? Sadie scampered back down to the floor next to Lacross and sat cross legged. She pursed her lips, her hands working in a fury of speed and noises from the marker gliding across the paper.

Sketches, half finished things. Nothing was full, nothing was right. She tossed the papers on the floor from time to time, only to move onto another. It was eerie to really look at her etchings. Things didn't look right. They were reminiscent of a child's drawings, minus the innocent. So crude, and partially finished, that it was hard to decipher what was going on. Everything was done in black and grey, with just the faintest touch of deep purples. Darkness. She could never draw out her trauma. She could never speak her horrors. Even the markers seemed to slide away when she went to explain what was going on. Finally, she tossed it away from her, frustrated.

She wanted out. She needed out. What if her mother showed up? What if she saw them? The half scribbled drawings of her childhood. Always keeping the mother and her standards in the corner. Her mother and her perfect dress code and the sitting straight at the dinner table and the smiles everywhere...

Sadie cringed, flipped the papers over, and shoved them away as if they were going to harm her. "I want to go outside." She murmured softly and ran her fingers anxiously through her hair. "Or maybe just not be here." She thought of the abandoned bits of the hospital. Peace and quiet. Where her mother would never find her.

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*Before Svean was Released*
Mary stared into blankness. Maytrum would probably make a speech about how the leader had been caught. Svean would probably be let free. She would probably be put through therapy, but she couldn't help feeling like she had lost. she wandered the hallway. She closed her eyes when something echoed to her.
I want to go outside. Said the voice and she looked down a random hallway. Three figures sat there, three new members who had yet to learn of the plan of Svean's release. Yet to know that one loyal member had been imprisoned to guarantee their cure. Svean, so many people called him the cure. She pressed her hands on either side of her head. It's not fair. Life is not fair at all. She felt the feelings that got her stuck in this prison. She let out a whimper but refused to let out a cry. "Svean sacrificed his own freedom. He refuses to leave so he can help so many leave." she reminded herself and closed her eyes, "He's forever captured here as well." she whispered and repressed a scream. She went to the solitary confinement hall just in time to see Svean chew out Ally. Serves her right. She said as Ally's wounded face came into view. She scowled after Svean and turned storming off. Other members came out of the hallway, but not Crow. She closed her eyes.
"Peter Pan." she whispered, "Forever is an awfully long time." she said and looked through the window into the hallway. Crow was lead out of one room and caught sight of her. He grinned as widely as he could but something glimmered down his face. She smiled back brightly and blew him a kiss. He laughed but the guard shoved him down the hallway. he looked over his shoulder to stick his tongue out at her teasingly and she laughed just as he disappeared from view.

((I can't really do anything with Svean because obvious reasons. I was thinking of putting a supernatural twist on this but thought better of it. I'll be starting another boarding school one soon with a supernatural twist if you want to join . . . hasn't been created yet though.))

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Lacross caught a glimpse of someone out in the hall as he laid low to the ground, some he had recognized from one of the meeting but had never talked to personally. The announcement of Svean's capture must have gotten to her by the look on her face. He assumed long time members of the society had a reaction to the news. He kept in mind that the first month of his residency here, he was put into solitary almost imideiently (but not before nearly mauling another inmate for getting close to him. The other was being hostile, he had no choice), and was released for reasons unknown to him. He assumed that since he was quiet for the last few days before, he should be allowed out among the general public.

He slid the paper over to his view, seeing as Sadie was frustrated with it. He tilted his head to the side. A haze on the paper, maybe reflecting her own mood, or lack there of. He left it alone, not wanting to cause anymore pain. However, the minute he laid his head on his hands to try and relax, he noticed something out of the corner of his eyes.

One of the inmates who had been calling him out was now crawling toward him. Not in the way Lacross walked, but on his hands and knees in an attempt to mimic and mock him. He didn't understand what he was talking about, something along the lines of insult and annoyance. He turned away from him in an attempt to ignore him, but just as he was about to drift off to daydream he did something that was known to set him off and all the other inmates in the room knew it.

Lacross felt a tug on the back of his hair and snapped back to humanity, but a more maddened version of it. Others in the room backed up, causing the inmate confusion before finding a hand on his throat. "What is it that you do not know about curtosy in front of a lady?" He said, malice dripping off his words. The inmate squirmed in his grip as Lacross stood, dragging him away from Sadie and Molly and out into the hallway. The nurse was visibly to afraid to do anything but watch as Lacross dragged the inmate into the hall. What sounded from there sounded like a struggle on both sides, a scream of pain on the inmate's side as a roar rang out and then a thud. Lacross came back into the door way, mouth and finger tips bloody (his nails pretty much dripping). He turned to the nurse. "He's not dead, but he'll need attention." He said calmly, walking over to the sink to wash off the blood. He made his way back over to Sadie and laid back in the position was was in earlier, knowing that he wouldn't be bothered for a while.

((Didn't mean to put svean in the characters listed. >.>' I wouldn't mind joining the boarding school one though.))

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"He's doesn't even deserve to be called human! If he wants to be a dog than so be it!"

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"Hello, what can you do for me today?"

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"There is no such thing as a cure, there is only a point where you learn to keep your pretty little mouth shut."

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"If one were to look hard enough, one will find sophistication in savagery..."

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"Hello pleased to meet you. Can i interest you in a song?

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"Oh, my gosh shut UP! Nooo... Ssshhh... oh my gosh, I'm sorry. Did I scare you? I didn't mean to. I can't tell you why I said that. I just had to. They won't be quiet... Nevermind."

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"Hello pleased to meet you. Can i interest you in a song?

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Leland Morkov

"He's doesn't even deserve to be called human! If he wants to be a dog than so be it!"

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Lacross Cromwell

"If one were to look hard enough, one will find sophistication in savagery..."

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Molly McMann

"Oh, my gosh shut UP! Nooo... Ssshhh... oh my gosh, I'm sorry. Did I scare you? I didn't mean to. I can't tell you why I said that. I just had to. They won't be quiet... Nevermind."

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Molly McMann

"Oh, my gosh shut UP! Nooo... Ssshhh... oh my gosh, I'm sorry. Did I scare you? I didn't mean to. I can't tell you why I said that. I just had to. They won't be quiet... Nevermind."

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Oh, don't worry. he's harmless and pretty much non-invasive. But I've already got one on the hook who likes a belly dancer. XD

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Definitely, yes. xD It was kind of strange at first but he's cool.

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Ah, being that he's alot more...human than lacross. XD

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Culture shock when compared to Lacross. xD

There. Sadie sort of going back to normal. Ish. I tried.

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Take your time, I just got home from the airport not too long ago XD

But I am curious, what about my character gave you culture shock?

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I did, and it's quite a culture shock. xD

Working on my post and hating that the owners of both roleplays I've joined aren't getting on and doing their jobs...>__>

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Oh, don't worry about Lacross. he'll get his revenge. >D

Did you ever read the profile on my character?

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How nice. xD My new character has enough commitment issues to kill a Stepford wife. xD

And poor Lacross. ;__;

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Hazzah! My character already has a roommate with a Russian who has some vanity issues. But at least it evens out the amount of people. XD

On another note, across is gonna be pissed when he comes to his sences. XD

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I applied. Waiting for confirmation. I worked five hours on that profile...xD

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That calls my name, yesss it dooooes.

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I did find a new RP that's just starting up. it's called coming out. roleplay/coming-out/

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Or forever. Depending. XD

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no idea. Jesse seems very pissy today. XD

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L, did you die on us again>

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Posting now. Running on 3 hours of sleep, so if anything is wonky, forgive me, and gently remind me in the morning to fix it. XD

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Short post, but it gets the point across.

I think jesse might think he's going a little crazy after what I have planned for him.