Introduction
This is where we get sent; the supernatural beings that have 'issues'. Werewolves, vampires, witches, warlocks, fae and generally anything that is not human is sent here for rehabilitation, and it also doubles as a sort of home-schooling. The estate is beautiful. It reeks of formality. They call it a home for those out of control, for the specially endowed who haven't learned restraint. We call it prison. The headmaster is cruel, and our so-called teachers no less.
The outside world knows who we are in this time and age, and we are ridiculed by them. The newspapers, television, you name it. The supernaturals don't dare rise against the overwhelming population of humans. So instead we and our kin simply back into the shadows. After all, there is enough rivalry between our own races, right? Some of us suspect something else is going on, though. Rebellion seems to be going on in the institute, a few of us disappear and never come back, and beyond that, tension continues to brew between the humans and the supernaturals.
The Rooms
The Restraint Rooms
These are the rooms they put the vampires and werewolves in, and even a few others. Some of them have anger issues, others simply carry an unnatural and disturbing lust for blood. Everything about these rooms is meant to withstand extreme strength and strain. Behind the outside look, beyond the well furnished rooms and clean exterior, these dwell. There are rumors that they have also been used for torture, but no one knows for sure.
The Dorm Bedrooms
The dormitories are separated into two different wings; the girl's and the boy's. There are generally two people to a bedroom. The headmaster allowes us to personalize them as much as we want, and they are relatively normal looking.
The Lounge
The lounge is where we all hang out when we're not with our mentors; therapists, or teachers if you want to call them that. There's a flatscreen TV in there, and fights often ensue over simply what channel or movie should be playing at that time. There is a lounge in each the girl's and boy's dorms.
The Bathrooms/Showers
The bathrooms and shower are all shared. There are two within the house, one in the girl's dorm and one in the boy's dorm. They're pretty fancy for some place like this, and there's a small set of lockers to keep our things in there. The showers are all cut off into stalls, and obviously so are the toilets.
Therapy Room
This is where we get together to 'talk about our problems'. We go in there with a therapist, sometimes different ones, and resolve our 'feelings' and why we think we act the way we do. It doesn't really work, but they don't see that.
The Cafeteria
This is where we eat. Well, for those of us who eat at all. The food is decent, I guess, for what the place is.
Schedule
- Therapy sessions are every Monday and Friday
- Classes begin at 8:00am (Times depend on what classes have been taken)
- Lunch break is at 11:30am, and an hour long
- Gym is mandatory, and is every day at 1:30pm until 2:30pm
- Final class is from 2:45pm until 3:15pm.
Rules of the Center
- Boy are not permitted to enter the girl's dormitory, and vice versa.
- Absolutely no magic within the building unless permitted by a higher up.
- When addressing a mentor, you will call them 'Ma'am' or 'Sir'.
- You will not leave the estate without special permission from the headmaster.
- You will not pick fights with other residents within the center.
- Missing a therapy session, study, or class is not tolerated.
Slots*
Vampire:
1. Collin Eier as played by BraceBlaze
Psychic:
1. Blake Blair as played by Mr. Baneling Squishy
Werewolf:
1. Alistair "Ali" Wattson as played by nightwolf
Fae:
1. Khael Thera as played by RadioInvader
Witch and Warlock:
1. Rayen Asis as played by pkdragonbutt
2. Tesella Yoshi Venzera as played by emotionless
Therapists/Teachers/Mentors (can be any race desired aside from human):
1. Rose Fieldings as played by Amnesty
2. /reserved/
3. Jonathon Hunter as played by Loxley
Custom Race (please don't make anything too ridiculous):
1. Emily Tiden as played by Starlight77
*I will reserve a slot for 24 hours. If a submission had not been presented before then, the slot will be reopened.
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Khael sat cross legged on her bed. It was just another day here in the center. The rehab. It was early morning. Early enough that not many people would be awake. But she liked it at night, and she didn't need that much sleep. It was quiet. Times like these were always best for going about and causing trouble. She kept getting chewed out by the mentors, though, because she wasn't allowed to cause trouble and use her magic. It was so much fun, but it wasn't allowed.
She giggled and fondled a flower she had found out in the vast gardens of the estate. White teeth sharpened to almost delicate points flashed in the dim lighting. Her nails were long and she plucked petals from the flower with them, dropping them and watching them float back down onto the soft, cool sheets of the bed. She hummed to herself as she did this, a soft, lilting tune. Her parents had sung to lure humans into the forest and make their feet take them so far into the woods they would never come out again, and she had, too. It was depressing that she couldn't do things like that anymore. Rehab was horrible.
The sun drifted up, casting shadows through the pale curtains draped over the window. Dust flew and danced in the light. Khael dropped the naked flower so that it lay among the petals. Her room mate was still fast asleep, but soon the alarm sitting on the bedside table would go off, just like all the other ones in the girl's dorm, and the boy's as well.
OOC Footnotes are currently disabled for me for some reason... I'm not quite sure why. But here is your starter. Whoever has a female character and wants to be Khael's room mate can do so. If not, I'll just pick a neutral character and stick them in there just as a side thing.
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The morning light filtered into Tesella's room through royal red regal looking drapes. She smiled slightly as she used her petite tan arm to cover her two toned eyes and block the light. Her violet hair splayed around her head like an oddly colored halo. She let out a soft sigh then sat up and rubbed her eyes. It was too early, in her opinion, to be up...but of course she needed to go on a run, or at least do some tai chi, or she would be sluggish all day. She let her small feet touch the ground lightly before yawning again and standing. She glanced across the room at the fluffy black robe hanging on her door, and with a flick of her wrist, it was in her hands. She slipped into the negligee and looked at herself in the mirror with a frown.
Her hair was tousled as if she had tossed and turned all night, her face was almost pale, and her multicolored eyes where dark, as if she had had one of her visions. She slowly looked at her bedside table…and true to the signs, there was a note scrawled in her hand writing. A jumbled mess of words met her eyes as she picked up the note pad.
“The dawn approaches,
With it rides pain
Hope is useless
Unless you can maintain
Use your gift to free the blood
Don’t fall pray to the rush of love…”
Great, another cryptic note from her sleeping self. She sighed and set the pad down. One of her lesser liked powers was visions. She didn’t know when they would come, and she had no choice whether she could take them….so if one creeped up on her in the middle of the night the only way for her to know was to check the nightstand for her handwriting. Sometimes they came as cryptic rhymes but most of the time they were pictures she painted. For once she was glad she hadn’t painted on her wall in her sleep….some of her visions where very…graphic . She would decipher the enigmatic letter while she showered.
Tes stepped into the shower and let the hot water pelt her bare tan skin. It felt great against her sleep deprived, vision battered body. She sighed as steam started filling the room. Not even 10 minutes later she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her petite form. She dressed quickly, in a black tank top and black jogging shorts. She tied her hair up in a pony tail and stretched before she put her black tennis shoes on and started for down stairs. She entered the cafiteria with a sigh. Grabbing a cup, she made some coffee and took an apple before she headed for a seat. She may be in rehab but she wasn’t going to pretend like she liked it and she sure as hell wasn’t going to be stuck inside all day. She fully intended to go for a jog as soon as her coffee was gone.
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Walking to the heavy duty door he sniffed through the hairline seam in the door trying to work out who was nearby as to who would let him out to join the other outcasts. He hated going to therapy it was the most tedious time of the day..talking about the past was a waste of time that's why it was called the past.
Banging his fist heavily on the door he paced again his eyes fixed firmly on the door.
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"Annoying werewolves and vampires..." she muttered and grabbed her pillow and put it over her face to muffle the sounds.
In approximately twenty-two seconds, Emily jumped up, throwing her pillow on to the ground. Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, she swong her legs over the side of the bed. Just as she was about to get off of her bed, she allowed he body to flop backwards back onto the bed again.
Her stomach growled loudly, complaining about the little dinner she had last night. It was as if it had a mind of its own. Sighing to herself, she hopped off the bed, finally. Shaking her head almost like a dog out of a pool, the world seemed to come back into focus mostly. Emily stumbled over to her dresser, and grabbed some blue jeans, a dark gray shirt (Which the sleeves stop just below her elbows), some white socks, and some blue and white running sneakers. Deciding that since she took a shower last night, she didnt need one right now.
After dressing herself, she hastily brushed her hair, and grabbed a golden coin off of her dresser. Turning it in her fingers, she sighed at the fact that this was the last thing she has from her parents and past, free life. Looking at the 'tails' side, she smirked at the deeply scratched E she put on the back to mark that it was hers. Shoving it into her pocket, Emily left the dorm as it was, and jogged down to the cafeteria.
As she entered the room, she gave a slight nod to Tes, who seemed to be drinking coffee and eating an apple. Emily herself grabbed a croissant and some milk. Decinding to try to be nice, she sat in the seat across from Tes.
"Morning," she yawned and began to pick pieces off her breakfast pastry and popping them into her mouth.
Today he chose a dark suit with a navy blue, short-sleeved henley shirt. He scratched his dark beard stubble, but decided against shaving. After brushing his teeth, he put on his suit jacket, and stepped outside, into the corridor of the dormitory where the mentors and teachers lived. He suppressed a yawn as he made his way outside and towards the main building where he was going to hold therapy later.
"Good morning, Jonathan." He looked up to see one of the guards, a man named Barney.
"Barney." He said, bumping knuckles with the man's fist. The two were good friends, and usually went out for drinks on fridays.
"Listen, man, can you do me a favor? There's this kid in one of the restraint rooms. Spent the night there. Name's Ali, room 303. He's one of the werewolves. I hear he's going to therapy with you today. Could you let him out? You know I don't deal well with those feral types." Hunter nodded, patting him on the shoulder.
"Yeah, sure."
"I'll buy you a beer in return."
"Make it two." Hunter smirked as he left the man and headed inside the men's dormitories, and towards the restraint rooms. He could hear someone banging, and it was no surprise that the sound came from 303. He stopped by the door, unlocked it, and opened it, just enough that he could still block the door with his size, and keep it from being flung open with his strength. He found the young man, unsurprisingly, standing just inside.
"Good morning, Mr Wattson." He said in his rough, low voice. "C'mon. Time for breakfast."
" good morning, Mr Wattson...C'mon time for breakfast"
His voice was low so it sort of matched his tough looking exterior, huffing out a sharp intake of breath Ali stepped forward his eyes set on the man in front of him, a deep growl circled in his throat his fists clenched tightly . Pausing briefly to turn his head to him and he spoke only in a few words his head inclining forward and tilting to the side, like a dog " it's Ali... right?!" His face showed hardly any emotion. Walking to stand next he as he waited to see the direction he would be going in. He wasn't sure wether this man would stay with him all day and follow his every move.
Khael stood up and stretched languorously. Time to head off to breakfast with the others. She grabbed a t-shirt that had the back all torn up and a pair of jeans from her dresser, and dressed quickly. She swiped her messy black hair out of her face. Her movements were either sharp and precise, or slow and languid, with a graceful look. Behind the curtain of messy hair, a series of intricate tattoos branched down from her shoulder blades. The form her wings took when they were not in use.
Today she was feeling quite peppy. Humming under her breath again, she went out into the hall and began to head down to the cafeteria, blue eyes bright. She was quite ready for the day to come, even if it grew tedious and she knew there were other things she would rather be doing. The only good part of the day was their outside time. 'Gym', it was called. Today was also the day of the week where they got to do their group therapy session. She really didn't like that at all.
Her steps were light and she carried an airy presence. Her pace was nearly a skip. She brushed a hand over the wall of the hallway and once she reached the cafeteria she smiled, a smile that seemed almost painfully wide. The sunshine shone brightly off her sharpened teeth. She seemed to be too happy considering where they all were, but that was normal. Khael was spontaneous and her good mood could be gone like a switch flipping.
"Good morning!" she shrilled. Her voice was melodic but at times it could be painfully so.
My apologies for the late reply :/ I was at school and then went out to see a movie afterwards.
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Something about her voice sent shivers down Emily's spine, but she refused to cringe or show weakness.
Pretty much chugging her milk, Emily crumpled her napkin in her hand, then stood up. She rolled her shoulders, and yawned. Walking over to the trash bucket, she did one of those over-exaggerated basket ball throws. It was completely off, but she creased her eyebrows and flicked her wrist. A small spurt of air knocked the napkin sideways, and it went in. She plopped back into a chair again, and looked at Khael, expecting her to burst into singing our something along the lines.
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He stood up slowly looking over at his made bed, that most would think would quite often be touched, but for Collin it was just another thing on list about not being human.
He walked to his bathroom allowing his eyes to catch his image in the mirror. Messy brown hair splayed across his head could be seen along with smudges of pencil around his cheeks. He let out an exhausted sigh and turned on the sink water.
Collin lifted his head to look at his image again. He tilted his head slightly, letting the thought that crossed his mind often to seep into his head.
What would it feel like to be human again?
No more of the burning in my throat. Collin clutched his throat tightly. I wouldn't have to feel the constant feeling of hunger. My mouth wouldn't water when I smell the blood of a human. Collin let his thoughts to bounce around in his head before he splashed water in his face.
He slowly whipped away the pencil marks. His blue eyes, deep like the sea looked especially different today. Collin couldn't place it, was he becoming to become hungry again?
Collin sighed again before leaving the bathroom and changing into what ever his hand hit first in his drawers.
He rand a comb through his hair letting it fall in his eyes. Another day...how many more? Collin starred at himself in the mirror. The word human creeped in his mind again before he clenched his jaw and looked away from himself.
Collin quietly stepped out his room hearing the breathing of three people in the cafeteria, a place he visited less than often. Well what would you expect, he had no need for human food.
Collin walked down to the cafeteria and stepped in a cocky smile placed on his face.
"Hello ladies! Your all looking lovely toady" He called to the three girls in the cafeteria. Collin walked over to the table, his hands in his pockets.
Collin was a bit of a flirt...okay maybe a BIG flirt.
He winked at the blonde girl , he recalled her name being Emily.
"How have your morning been? Mine was starting off kind of bad well until I saw you guys of course." He gave Tes a huge smile before leaning closer to Emily. " So how was your morning beautiful?"
Right now, however, she felt it was time to get out of the darkness. She swooped the curtains back, allowing the bright light of the sun to enter her room - sadly, it failed to illuminate her mind as well. She felt today would not be a good day. But she also knew there was little she could do about it - she would have to show her face today.
She quickly dressed in her usual black robes and addorned herself with her emerald necklace. While doing so, she once again felt the constant pain that age had brought upon her - it felt as if all her bones were constantly creaking and complaining at the slightest command her brain gave off.
As she entered the cafetaria, she nodded politely to everyone, taking in the situation immediately. She had gotten used to doing so over the past few months. She had been forced to; after all, you never knew what was about to happen here. She walked over to the middle of the cafetaria and cleared her troath.'
"Everyone, please listen up. As most of you will probably know, group therapy session is today. As things seem now, I will be leading this session, so I am expecting all of you in the usual place... Let's say, around ten. Also, please pass the message along to your friends who are not present now."
And having said what she had to say, she took her breakfast and sat at a table on the other side, distancing herself from the others.
(OOC: I hope its alright for me to "claim" the group session, if not, let me know and it will be sorted..)
"Go get some food." Hunter told Ali. He watched the werewolf get in line for food, and soon after, joined him himself. Once they had food, he made sure to sit down at an empty table not too far from where the werewolf was, so that he could keep an eye on him. He wasn't afraid that the young man would go berserk or anything like it, but he wanted to make sure he didn't get into any fights. These young supernaturals were very emotional, and often got into fights needlessly. Especially the vampires and the werewolves.
Miss Fieldings caught everybody's attention by informing them of the therapy session at ten. Hunter finished his food, and placed an unlit cigarette in his mouth. He wanted a smoke, but there was no smoking in the cafeteria. He sighed. Later, he would join Miss Fieldings at the therapy session to observe. He was still relatively new, and he had no classes at the time, so observing one of the therapy sessions sounded like a good idea.
The other mentors at the rehab mostly sat together. They had come to realize by now that Hunter didn't really like company, which was why he sat alone. Most of them respected it. He wasn't really hostile in any way, though his quiet nature gave the impression. He simply preferred to eat alone. But when it came to his "students", or whatever one was to call these kids, he was very serious. At least, very serious about keeping them out of trouble.
As he made his way in, an apple flew into his hand. He took a bite of it, then got the rest of his food. He somehow made his way over to a table, he couldn't see which or where, and began eating. It was/is a generally accepted theory that when he gets older, his primary source of energy will likely become coffee. If he ever gets a taste for it.
When they mentioned Therapy, he flinched for a moment, and the light closest to him was cracked slightly, a result from his suppressing most of the emotion he just felt. He sighed, muttering something even he couldn't quite hear properly, and continued eating, remaining oblivious to everyone in the room for the moment.
Khael looked about the room. She swiped her messy hair back from her face again and giggled, watching Collin. For some reason she appeared absolutely delighted at having him here, and even more so when everyone else piled in, but of course she was always that way. Easily excited. She half skipped, half walked over to the where where Tes, Emily and Collin were currently sitting. She did not bother with food. She wasn't really hungry right now. She sat down on top of the table, not caring what everyone else thought.
She hummed brightly under her breath. The lights flickered a bit. "So we have therapy today," she chirped.
She tapped her long nails on the table, almost as she thought she was oblivious to its occupants and the fact that she had just stated the obvious. She looked over at Blake for a long moment and grinned. His apple suddenly disappeared and instead was in her hand. She took a bite, her sharp teeth easily slicing through. For some reason her mood darkened considerably, as did the atmosphere of the room in response. Everyone knew she was like this. She enjoyed picking fights and causing trouble.
I have an update in the New Informaton! thread. I'd ask f everyone please go check it out before posting.
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I whipped my head around, and narrowed my eyes at Collin.
"My morning was actually quite nice until people started showing up," I snapped, crossing my arms. I would rather be alone in my bed and be able to sleep in until ten o'clock then be here with a group of freaks locked up in rehab facility. Turning my nose up at Collin, I moved the farthest away from him as I could on the chair without falling off.
Then I heard a 'teacher's say some thing about a group therapy, and I groaned. "What the hell are we trying to over come here?" I asked no one in particular.
Finally dressed and ready, Rayen left her room. She adjusted the ribbon on her head as she scurried off. Pulling a sucker out of her sleeve, she unwrapped it and stuck it into her mouth. This would calm her down until she got there. It was her duty to make it in time, and she was determined to do it.
"Oh, oh gosh," she squeaked as she tripped in the door of the cafeteria. Rayen gripped into the wall for support, quickly adjusting her position. She dusted herself off, clearing her throat and walking in. She could hear the snickers of the people that had seen her, and did her best to ignore them; chomping down hard on the full sucker, breaking it right in half.
Rayen hurried to grab her breakfast. She collected all of the most sugary foods, and even packets of sugar to sprinkle on top. She was almost purring as she sat down alone to eat. She never sat with the others; she didn't really get along with anyone else. Not because she was particularly unlikeable, but rather because she had low tolerance herself for the likes of most of the rehabilitation center's inhabitants. She brushed her long, blonde hair back behind her to keep it out of her food, proceeding to dig in.
Without any sound, she got up from her chair and disappeared in thin air, only to reappear behind Khael. "Miss Thera. You know very well of the rules we have established in here at Algatha. You are not allowed to use your powers without the consent of one of the staff members." And with those words she turned around and walked towards Jonathan.
"Mr. Hunter, I was wondering if you would be joining me at the therapy session today. I don't feel like doing it all alone, and my relations with the other mentors are not particularly well - like you I seem to be a bit of an outcast." She looked at the table where the mentors sat chatting and laughing. "Probably the age," she added with a sigh.
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He looked at a woman who was speaking about group therapy, he rolled his eyes and continued eating only really pausing to have a drink of water. He didn't want to go to group therapy it involved talking something that Ali didn't want to do, not because he was nervous but because he didn't want people to become to attached to him. Finishing the plate of food he stretched his arms and looked around the room watching everyone carefully growling lightly every now and then at he back of his throat.
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"Morning," Emily said with a small yawned as she began to pick pieces off her breakfast pastry and popping them into her mouth. Tes smiled and nodded to her, her eyes and ears pricked for the sound of conversion.
"Great day to be locked up don't you think?" she said with a grin.
"Hello ladies! Your all looking lovely toady" Collin called to the three girls in the cafeteria. Collin walked over to the table, his hands in his pockets. "How have your morning been? Mine was starting off kind of bad well until I saw you guys of course." He gave Tes a huge smile before leaning closer to Emily.
Tes grinned at Collin.
"Hello Collin, how are you, vivacious as ever i see" she said with a wink and a grin.
A woman announced that there would be a a group session later today. Tes grinned and shook her head.
"I don't know why we bother" she stated as she shot Emily a smile.
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He shook his head a little annoyed as his thought wandered back to be ignored. Collin loved to be the center of attention, he loved when people noticed him and he absolutely loved when people loved him. Yes it does sound very vain, but give the kid a break. Watching people around him slowly die while he stays the same age is a little bit more than depressing.
Collin looked up at Khael as she sat on the table looking to be in a happy mood. Collin opened his mouth about to say something to her when he heard Emily.
He looked over at her his face giving showing no kind if emotion. How could she not love people? Collin thought a little disgusted. She must not understand how short life is. Collin shook his head well there goes my mood.
"Hello Collin, how are you, vivacious as ever I see." Collin looked up just in time to see Tes give him a wink and a smile. Collin smiled back at her, "you know every time I see your smile my heart skips a beat." As soon as the words left his mouth he saw Ms.Fieldings she said something to Khael before walking off.
"Jeez live a little." Collin mumbled under his breath. He turned his head around his eyes resting on Ali.
"Who let the dog in?" Collin said maybe a bit to loudly. He laughed, he didnt mean to be mean, but it was more of a natural thing. Werewolves and vampires did not mix.
Khael watched the mentor walk away. She stuck her tongue out at her and then tossed the half eaten apple to the ground. She sniffed, her good mood gone. Mentors always had to ruin her fun. She just wanted to tease a bit. But she supposed she would have to abide by the rules. Of course if she had it her way, there would be no rules. She tucked her hair behind one of her pointed ears.
Suddenly, unprovoked, she slid off the table and into Collin's lap. She turned her head and grinned at him. "You know, you make a very good chair," she remarked. She wiggled around a bit before settling.
Khael looked over at Ali. She grinned that painfully wide looking smile. She clapped a couple times. "Yeah who let the dog in?" she said. She crinkled her nose and sniffed a bit. "Smells like wet puppy in here! Someone toss him outside!" She looked to be having the time of her life at the moment, her bad mood swiped away like it had never existed.
So in case no one has seen the update int he thread yet, I have put 'places' into the roleplay, including one for the cafeteria. I would appreciate it if people start posting in the proper places to keep this more organized. I also forgot to add that Fae are allergic to iron! I totally forgot. But yes if anyone would like to use that somehow then it's there.
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I completely pretended no one else was there, and I put my feet up on the table, and crossed them over each other. I didn't like the way they were treating the werewolf. It's not like it's his fault that he was born that way. Or the fact that it could drown you right now if I wanted. Well not entirely any way.
Looking back I saw a girl stumble a bit, and I shook my head. Her eating choices seemed to be a bit sugary. I tilted my head to the side, and raised an eyebrow. Whoa. If i ate as much sugar as she does, this building would no longer be standing. When I experience a sugar rush, things seem to explode, burn, break, or disappear from existence. That's why I usually don't eat candy.
Looking back at Collin and Khael,I scowled. How could they be happy in a place like this? Shaking my head, I realized I was thirsty again. Glancing around, I could see a water bottle on one of the tables. Just lifting my hand slightly, the water in the bottle reacted, and flew towards me. And the bottle was carried with it. Grabbing it out if the air, I opened it and drank some. After I closed it, i put the bottle into my pocket. I felt better when I knew I had water with me.
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"Ya, okay...." she said as she rolled her eyes good naturedly.
"Who let the dog in?" Collin said
"You know maybe you should give him a chance...." she started with a frown, ready to defend the dog when suddenly, unprovoked, Khael slid off the table and into Collin's lap. She turned her head and grinned at him. "You know, you make a very good chair," she remarked. Khael grinned that painfully wide looking smile. She clapped a couple times. "Yeah who let the dog in?" she said. She crinkled her nose and sniffed a bit. "Smells like wet puppy in here! Someone toss him outside!"
Tesella frowned at the pair.
"Wow...way to be mature guys...." Tes said with a sigh.
"I get your issue Collin but whats up your ass Khael?" she asked as she finished her coffee and dropped the apple core into the trash.
"I guess you guys are just too cool for the rest of us huh?" she said with a sarcastic smile as she stood and walked away.
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And without awaiting his response, she turned around and slowly walked back to her table to finish her breakfast.
Once he got out into the cool morning air, he sat down on the stairs, and lit the cigarette. The morning air cleared his head. He closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling a fix of nicotine. He smoked in silence for several minutes. As an orphan raised in one of the shittiest orphanages in Nigeria, one where he had to beat the living crap out of other orphans to get them to leave him alone, he hated bullies, and he hated people looking down on others. More to the point, some of the youngsters in the rehab acted like stupid brats, and failed to see why they were there.
He let out a sigh, shaking his head. As he flicked away the cigarette and stood up, he watched it race all the way across the fifty meter courtyard at high speed, and slam into a tree on the other side. Then he turned around and stepped back inside, beginning to make his way back to the cafeteria. He stopped for a moment to take a look in the mirror, making sure his suit jacket was just right. Then he walked back into the cafeteria.
He expected Miss Fieldings to deal with most of the students, but most of the mentors were unwilling to deal with people like Ali - that was why they had security guards. Jonathan, however, was not, for obvious reasons. Seeing that he preferred silence himself, he saw no reason not to be Ali's helpful mentor once in a while. He approached the young man, and seeing that he had finished his food, said:
"Therapy, Mr Wattson. Bring the tray."
He walked with Ali the whole way to the dishing room, and then led him out towards the therapy room they were going to be in today. He placed another cigarette in his mouth, but didn't light it, just let it rest there as a reminder to him of what was waiting after the therapy session. He wasn't too fond of those himself either, as he was well aware also the teenagers were not.
The setting changes from Algatha Rehab Center to The Cafeteria
It's not like he didn't know something was wrong with him. He had accepted that there was a problem. But he had a different idea about how to deal with it. His plan was less costly, easier to do, and let him leave the past alone. Just go out, and live by himself. He could do it, he had the knowledge. But they wouldn't let him. If he was alone, then no one except himself was in danger.
He looked at the clock again. It was already getting close to ten. He sighed, and accepted his fate for the moment. He tried to remember his dream, but could not. As if something actively blocked it in his head. But he felt strange. Different today. Maybe he was finally getting used to the bed. His original bed was softer and better. He missed it.
He quickly shook himself out of the trance. The crack had increased, with a few more comming out of the original. It was a bit more noticable now. But still hard to see, especially with the lights on. He stood up, and began walking the longest route he knew to the Therapy Room.
(Are we only tagging our characters, or the characters that are interacted with too?)
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"Just....stay away...."
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"Wanna bet?"
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A sorceress that functions as Mentor and confidante
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"Wanna bet?"
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Jonathan Hunter
A rehabilitated child soldier and ex-convict with superhuman strength
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"Just....stay away...."
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Leave me alone
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"Just....stay away...."
Rayen Asis
"Wanna bet?"
Rose Fieldings
A sorceress that functions as Mentor and confidante
Jonathan Hunter
A rehabilitated child soldier and ex-convict with superhuman strength
Khael Thera
Can't be tamed.
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The Grounds Owner: RolePlayGateway
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Algatha Rehab Center ↪ The Group Therapy Room Owner: RolePlayGateway
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Algatha Rehab Center ↪ The Cafeteria Owner: RolePlayGateway
Welcome to the Algatha cafeteria.
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