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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
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"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.
"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.
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.
"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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"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.
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.
'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.
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.
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.
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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'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.
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.
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 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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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."
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.
"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.
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.
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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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.))
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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Leland Morkov
"He's doesn't even deserve to be called human! If he wants to be a dog than so be it!"
Jesse Dosse
"Hello, what can you do for me today?"
Sadie Blarke
"There is no such thing as a cure, there is only a point where you learn to keep your pretty little mouth shut."
Lacross Cromwell
"If one were to look hard enough, one will find sophistication in savagery..."
Svean Marcia
"Hello pleased to meet you. Can i interest you in a song?
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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Jesse Dosse
"Hello, what can you do for me today?"
Sadie Blarke
"There is no such thing as a cure, there is only a point where you learn to keep your pretty little mouth shut."
Svean Marcia
"Hello pleased to meet you. Can i interest you in a song?
Leland Morkov
"He's doesn't even deserve to be called human! If he wants to be a dog than so be it!"
Lacross Cromwell
"If one were to look hard enough, one will find sophistication in savagery..."
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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Svean Marcia
"Hello pleased to meet you. Can i interest you in a song?
Jesse Dosse
"Hello, what can you do for me today?"
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."
Lacross Cromwell
"If one were to look hard enough, one will find sophistication in savagery..."
Leland Morkov
"He's doesn't even deserve to be called human! If he wants to be a dog than so be it!"
Sadie Blarke
"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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There. Sadie sort of going back to normal. Ish. I tried.
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But I am curious, what about my character gave you culture shock?
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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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Did you ever read the profile on my character?
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And poor Lacross. ;__;
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On another note, across is gonna be pissed when he comes to his sences. XD
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I think jesse might think he's going a little crazy after what I have planned for him.