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Effy Akkerman

"You specialise in dying, you hear me screaming father,"

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a character in “The Bell Witch Institute for Troubled Youths”, as played by LivyGrey

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| Elspeth Violet Akkerman |




Lake of Fire | Nirvana || Guns for Hands | twenty one pilots || Fix Me | 10 Years || Creep | Radiohead

"I'm at it again as an addict with pen who's addicted to the wind as it blows me back and forth,
mindless, spineless, and pretend of course I'll be here again.
See you tomorrow but it's the end of today end of my ways as a
walking denial my trial was filed as a crazy suicidal head case- but you
specialize in dying you hear me screaming father and I'm lying here just crying;
So wash me with your water"





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| Full Name | Elspeth Violet Stonem
| Alias | Effy or Elsie
| Age | 17
| Sentence | 15 Years
| Crime | Murder
| Time Served | 6 Months
| Gender | Female
| Sexuality | Bisexual
| Magic | Atmokinesis
| Ethnicity | Caucasian
| Languages | English, French & Theban
| Heritage | Scottish
| Accent | British




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| Likes| + Music
+ Lavender
+ Skinny Dipping
+ Hair Dye
| Dislikes | - Confrontations
-Arguments
-Violence
-Narrow Mindedness
| Fears | - Losing control
- Always being alone (but at the same time she fears letting people in and hurting them)
| Strengths | In terms of magic, Effy's are anything weather based- she's gaining control of her powers more now thanks to her time in the institute but she should be reduced to a panic attack, her ability becomes bigger than herself which is why Effy is considered high risk and dangerous but she's a very good advisor and listener. She's talented with poetry and words also. Other kinds of magic Effy specialises in includes small amounts of electrokinesis and hydrokinesis, she has a slight knack for detecting and manipulating magnets also but the ability is very weak and one she's still practicing. Her main priority however is to claim a hold of her anxiety.
| Personality | Because of the nature of her crime and the stigma that comes with it, Effy has become a very secretive and with drawn person even though in her heart she's confident, loving and wild- she's a lot more held back and blue since her she committed her crime. A spark of her old flame of a personality can still be sometimes noted in her eyes when she talks about something she's passionate about for instance poetry or her ideas on love (she's a hopeless romantic) or anything intelligent and philosophical- there's still passion there but the morbid reality of her past and the mass of guilt that came with her sins is haunting and doesn't for a moment ever leave her alone. This emotional weight on her conscious has made her a very quiet and intimate person- much preferring one to one as apposed to any kind of group interaction, she's also incredibly untrusting because she doesn't believe there is anybody in the world forgiving enough to put up with her if they understood her crime and knew what she'd done. Of course she still insists the killings weren't her fault and were beyond her control but it's only her word she has to prove anything which makes her life extremely difficult. She has issues maintaining relationships or demonstrating any kind of commitment because of this trust issues but she has a very loyal soul and if she tries to keep everybody at arm's reach, the moment you reached out for her she would be there as quick as she could be. Everybody else comes before herself and this is a part of her hope for redemption. A key aspect to Effy's personality as well is controlled by her anxiety issues, she's a very panicking person and is often forewarned about as people are encouraged to be calm and passive around her- threatening behaviour can often trigger a reaction from her i.e loss of control of her ability which threatens the safety of anybody within a 3 mile radius of her. Her powers are immensely strong, she just hasn't yet got the strength herself to wield them safely hence they are discussed and practiced with extreme caution in the presence of only those she trusts. This is why Elspeth practices magic with manipulating magnets because it's something she can visibly apply her concentration and focus to in order to learn self control and preservation, of course the scale of power is incomparable but the skill remains the same if she could learn to reapply this skill to her main power, she could be a very powerful witch but without any kind of control she's just too unpredictable.




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| History| Effy had an incredibly civilized upbringing, she lived in a small town in a nice house with a very mundane, common set up- her Mother, a witch who specialised electrokinesis and her father one with the ability to manipulate water, it was just them and Elspeth. Before she was born, her parents were shunned by the religious community where they leaved for conceiving a child out of wedlock but the main problem was that Effy's mother- Regina was thought to be infertile. Living in a very a traditional town and with the public knowledge that Regina hadn't received any kind of treatment the villagers made an immediate assumption that Regina was a witch. Which consequently put them in the spot light and through no fault of their own, they'd been found out to be who they really were. Due to the prejudice and abuse the couple witnessed whilst bearing their child, they agreed it was best she grew up blissfully anyway of magic- hoping if she was ignorant, she'd never be able to use it and she could live as though she weren't a witch but Regina's blood line was impeccable and pure, so of course without a doubt Elspeth was born with powerful capabilities that without lessoning quickly spiralled to be beyond her control.

Growing up, Effy was an old one. She used to where thigh high stripy socks and over sized t-shirts all the time, with heavy boots and bizarre skirts or dresses. She was unpredictable, an individual and with one with far too wanderlust in her gut. She had a bad attitude which was the main problem and she thought she could live her life dancing through the breeze and just be okay like that- never have to answer for anything, her parents felt too guilty for lying about magic to ever summon the courage to ever tell her off for supposedly doing wrong because anything they'd done was far from being worse then what they'd done to her.

When she was 15. Effy began to have panic attacks- no therapist could explain any kind pf psychological cause for them and even Effy herself doesn't understand why they started occurring but they did and ever time weird things would happen to the weather as if God was reading her mind and then pulling strings to let her know he existed. She became religious for a short while because of it but then at the party- everything changed and she finally became fully aware of herself and what a monster she truly was.

| Details of Crime | Effy isn't a killer. A very hyperemotional teenager who was very prone to panic attacks- Effy was only just beginning to learn of the true nature of her species and her power. Believing it'd be for the best she didn't grow up aware of her magic, her parents only began to explain things after she began having panic attacks at the age of 15 that triggered severe changes in localized weather. Her magical speciality turned out to be the manipulation of weather which must have come from her mother's ability to manipulate electricity and her father's hydrokinesis but regardless it was a gift Effy never asked her and still hasn't fully learnt to control and the cost of her mother pulling the wool over her eyes was the life of many.

Growing up Effy was a very popular wild child and she had a bizarre group of friends- the punks, the mods and the goths, those were the people she went around with, still unaware of her own identity. She got herself in a lot of trouble, fights, drugs, sex and scuffles with the law but never anything serious enough to warrant jail time or any kind of mundane consequence but as she grew older, she fell into the trap of self consciousness and the anxiety that came with that. Living with an anxiety disorder made her life incredibly difficult, especially when she was still trying to keep up with her rock and roll friends who were still living in the fast lane- although Effy never truly realised what was happening her episodes kept triggering massive weather changes localized to her small home town in Scotland. If she cried, it seemed to rain wherever she went, when she was frightened the storms was rage on and on knocking right up at her window and in one instance, cracking the glass with sharp hail stones but when she was happy, the sun would be so gloriously shining. No one really understood it was truly her own influence and it was assumed she just had some sort of seasonal depression but these assumptions and blind narrow mindedness of her peers had the ultimate cost on Effy's 16 birthday when she snuck out to a party with friends.

Tripping on hard drugs and incredibly intoxicated, one of Effy's friends grew violent and aggressive after she refused to let him have any more drink out of fear for his own well being, he responded to her accusations by pining her against the wall and hitting her once- due to Effy's broken mental state this triggered a severe panic attack but the beating continued the more her panic worsened because it frightened the boy in question. As everything worsened, Effy lost control entirely and a terrible storm swept over the hamlet they lived in killing everybody except Effy and a few people who lived on the very outskirts of town but the storm caused many electrical failures and injuries in areas surrounding them. Distant family of Effy's heard of the event and were quick to send her to The Bell Witch institute but her story wasn't believed- it was declared that murder had been intentional and she'd serve a 15 year sentence for her crimes.


So begins...

Effy Akkerman's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Schroeder Character Portrait: Charlotte Archibald Character Portrait: Twitch Dyer Character Portrait: Quintin Laveau Character Portrait: Effy Akkerman Character Portrait: Noah "Oz" Oswald Character Portrait: Spencer Matthews Character Portrait: Bridgette Stone

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"Fucking hate Herbology," Twitch muttered under his breath, for probably the thousandth time in the last few minutes. He was moody, even despite the fact that he had a cherry flavored lollipop in his hand, which he promptly stuck back in his mouth and pouted around as his hand went to fist in the back of Eli's shirt. His glare was directed towards the ground now, watching out for fucking animals.

Normally, Twitch liked the woods. He liked the eerie green-gray glow of the sunlight, liked the twisty knobby trees that looked more like large skeletal hands reaching towards the sky, liked the dead silence, even liked the confusing dirt paths that lead to nowhere and everywhere all at the same time.

He didn't like having to be forced out there under the pretense of lessons. It was fucking cold, for one thing, and for another the goddamned animals. Usually, they stayed the fuck away from him, like they could sense he was a natural disaster just waiting to happen. But for whatever reason, on days like this, they were attracted to the students like moths to a fucking flame.

It was probably goddamned Oz's fault. Twitch jerked his gaze up in order to find said man and glare daggers into the back of his head. Not that the brat could feel them through all that fucking hair, but it was worth a shot. However, his momentary distraction costed a price. In the form of a fucking squirrel trying to climb up his leg. "Hey! Get the fuck off!" Twitch snapped under his breath, trying to kick the damned thing off himself. He tripped, only caught himself because of his grip on Eli's shirt, and sent the squirrel flying. It landed mostly unharmed, which was a pity really, and scurried away in the underbrush.

Twitch shuddered and then whined as he attempted to learn something from the stupid rodent and climb up his much taller boyfriend himself. "Baaaby," he whined, really laying it on thick in hopes that Eli would actually take sympathy on him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the right leverage to attach himself to Eli's back, especially while walking. Eli, as unamused as ever with his boyfriends antics, glanced over his shoulder with an arched eyebrow and what Twitch had come to call the "You're Being an Annoying Brat" look.

"I'm miserable. Ugh. You could try to care." He pouted some more as he moved his lollipop around in his mouth then returned his grasp on Eli's shirt and frowned up ahead. All eight of them were present today, trudging through the same woods, and Mr. Pagan was talking in a soothing voice - more to the plant in his hands than to the class, which wasn't unusual. Twitch decided to tune back in, see what was going on.

"So the Brazilian Spiked Bush isn't native to this land, but it still grows here. Does anyone know why?" Someone answered, Twitch didn't care why or how or what the fuck a 'spiked bush' was. He checked the ground for any more animals instead, and ran flat into Eli's back when they suddenly stopped walking. That earned him another look, and Twitch responded with his favorite finger. He got a smile that time, at least.

"There's a good gathering of the bushes here, just along the bottoms of the trees. What we need are the Spikes, which Ms. Drake can use in Potions~"

Blah blah blah blah fucking blah. And all the while Mr. Pagan was still talking down at his fucking plant and Twitch was so done with this day. His gaze snapped over to the plans in question. The bushes were no longer than the size of a small dog or something, gathered around the bases of the trees, green spikes sticking up out of them about an inch longer than the twigs. Seemed easy enough.

Mr. Pagan was still talking, Twitch didn't give a damn, so he took three steps forward and squatted down to the closest plant/bush/whatever thing, tilting his head. Then he reached back, grabbed a spike, and pulled.

And the fucking plant shot goddamned spikes at him. Three embedded in his hand, and the pain shot through him in a mere second, lighting the waves of his anger like he'd struck his own match. Twitch jumped, somewhere behind him a tree branch snapped in half, and then he was on his feet. "Motherfucking piece of shit!""

"Dyer don't-!" Mr. Pagan tried, but it was too late, Twitch had already sent his foot flying through the Spiked Bush, and made contact just in time to hear - "Move!"

The bush exploded, shooting spikes everywhere, because that was fucking normal and Twitch ran for his life. The spikes didn't go far, didn't even hit him this time, but it didn't matter because he'd finally managed to climb up his boyfriend and was now holding onto him for dear life. A few of the others had dodged out of the way, Mr. Pagan looked furious, and Twitch really just wanted to go back to the Mansion now.

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Character Portrait: Eli Schroeder Character Portrait: Charlotte Archibald Character Portrait: Twitch Dyer Character Portrait: Quintin Laveau Character Portrait: Effy Akkerman Character Portrait: Noah "Oz" Oswald Character Portrait: Spencer Matthews Character Portrait: Bridgette Stone

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As per usual, Oz was tired. He would much prefer to be sleeping instead of attending a Herbology lesson, but alas, it wasn't an option. Herbology wasn't that awful as far as school subjects went, so there was that. At least they got to go to the forest. The woods were potentially his favorite part of the grounds, in no small part because of the wildlife.

The further they went, the stronger the feeling of being surrounded by animals got. While he couldn't stop himself from using his magic to feel every one of them, and the onslaught of so many creatures' thoughts and feelings made him feel progressively even more worn out, it was also relaxing. So, he shuffled along without any sign of protest.

Despite the fact that he dragged his feet, Oz managed to stay near the head of the group. He made especially sure to stay far away from Twitch, and almost as far away from Quintin. Not quite as consciously, he subtly gravitated closer to Charlie and Effy.

In general, Oz regarded all humans with disdain. It was his default setting. In the past couple years, however, he had met a select few (very few) that he liked- the only ones outside of his own family. Unfortunately, he'd also met some that bumped 'disdain' up to 'utter loathing;' one, in particular. Of course it would be that one person that interrupted the otherwise peaceful walk to across the grounds. The noise drew a vaguely annoyed glance in Twitch's direction, but it wasn't until an innocent squirrel was sent barreling through their air and to the forest floor that Oz almost snapped.

The young man tried to reign in his temper, but his hands turned to fists at his sides, and there was a pause in the shuffle of his feet. Undoubtedly, if he didn't calm down, some animal or other would attack Twitch any second. As amusing as that would be, and as much as the obnoxious oaf deserved it, Oz simply didn't want to deal with that confrontation. The staff of Bell Witch might have let things go a bit in his time there, but they were in the middle of a lesson, and a fight directly in front of Professor Pagan certainly wouldn't go unpunished. Not to mention the fact that Twitch was gifted in fire magic. Oz wasn't about to put the forest creatures in danger of being burned alive, not if he could help it.

So, he took a slow breath, and stepped toward the underbrush to retrieve the poor squirrel. The tiny creature crawled somberly up his sleeve and into the pocket of his hoodie. Through the whole ordeal, Oz's eyes still drooped from sleepiness. The only physical signs of his anger were his tensed jaw and clenched fists- the latter of which soon un-clenched to pet the battered animal in his pocket.

Oz assumed the growth of something like a Spiked Bush in a land it didn't technically belong in was due to a mixture of human controlled invasion and an inherent attraction to dark magic, but he wasn't exactly the type to voice that theory. Rather, he let someone else answer, probably seeming quite like he hadn't been paying any attention at all. He was paying attention, however- but his focus remained split between the lesson and the animals. The animals would eventually occupy all of his thoughts, if they stayed out there long enough and he allowed himself to be distracted by them.

He was too tired to keep himself in check for a very prolonged period of time, but the subject of potions caught his fancy. It always reminded him of his father, and although he wouldn't speak of them, anything that reminded him of his family at least earned his gaze. Oz stood, one hand still on his pocket, to look at Professor Pagan and the plants he was speaking of.

A small bird landed on his shoulder. Idly, he picked a berry from a branch above his head and stuck it in his pocket for his squirrel friend to eat. Another large part of why he didn't hate Herbology was that it taught him what food in the forest was good for his friends to eat, and which were dangerous. Of course, he could find out by using his zoopathy, but that took longer, as the information he got from these connections didn't usually get that specific. He also learned most of what he needed to know before any of his current classmates had even arrived at the Institute.

There was always more to learn, but Oz learned a little about the nature of spiked bushes years ago. He hadn't heard about the use in potions, and was sure Pagan had a few new things to teach them about the plants. Still, though, he'd learned the hard way not to use the direct approach. So, when he spotted that moron Twitch trying to jump the lecture and go straight to the plant, Oz knew to step back.

He was only half conscious of the decision to make sure Charlie and Effy were safe from the thorns, as well, but it was made nonetheless. One hand reached out to stop Charlie from getting too close, while his eyes sought out Effy, and he jerked his head slightly to signal that she should really stand back.

Twitch's outburst startled the bird, and it flapped its wings furiously, lifting a few inches from Oz's shoulder. Oz lifted a brow slightly. He felt a strange mixture of annoyance and amusement watching Twitch act stupid and get himself hurt. It had one corner of his mouth turning ever so slightly upward. If the animal in his pocket was truly alright, the show might even make up for the way that brute treated the squirrel.

Of course the dolt would kick the bush that had just shot thorns at him. Frankly, he was disappointed that Twitch managed to dodge the second attack. He quite liked the idea of seeing that imbecile covered in thorns. Still, he found himself checking the few others he cared at all about to see if they had been caught in the bush's range.

After that sweep of his eyes, Oz leaned lazily against a tree. One hand moved back into his pocket while the other shifted upward to calm the bird, who was still just as annoyed with Twitch as he was. With a roll of his eyes, Oz muttered the first word he'd said since they left the mansion, and probably the first he'd said all day: "Idiot."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Schroeder Character Portrait: Charlotte Archibald Character Portrait: Twitch Dyer Character Portrait: Quintin Laveau Character Portrait: Effy Akkerman Character Portrait: Noah "Oz" Oswald Character Portrait: Bridgette Stone

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It was never hard to tell when Twitch was in a bad mood. Then again, Eli would have been able to guess simply by the class they were in. But Twitch was making it perfectly obvious, and Eli was ignoring him just to further wind him up. Well, that and he actually kinda wanted to listen to the teacher. Mostly because he knew how dangerous the forest could be and really did not want to end up walking into some poisonous thorns or eating a deadly berry or something like that. Twitch was starting to verge on genuinely irritating, and Eli had to resort to shooting him a few glares. Not that any of them worked.

Was Twitch genuinely trying to climb up his back? It wasn't that Eli couldn't handle the weight- hell, if he could stay on pointe for as long as he could, carrying Twitch for the rest of the class wasn't that much of a chore. But still, having to carry him would be a pain in the ass. He just rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's complaining.

Twitch then proceeded to walk straight into Eli, which earned him another glare. Twitch's response of the finger just made him smile and roll his eyes. Any other time, Eli probably would have been clinging to Twitch like a koala bear, trying to lure the other boy out of his bad mood or even just make him smile. He'd actually made Twitch give him a piggyback to class once because Twitch had still been in a bad mood as they were leaving for class, and Eli had sworn that he wouldn't let go until Twitch had cheered up.

He barely noticed as Twitch's hand left his shirt, instead carefully eyeing the spiked plant the professor was indicating. Eli didn't trust anything with spikes, plant or animal. Especially the plants in this bloody forest. You were safer from the animals. It was only as he heard a familiar voice letting out a stream of expletives that he turned around to see where his boyfriend was- just in time to see him kick the bloody plant.

Spikes went flying in every direction, and before Eli really had time to react, Twitch had succeeded in scaling him, and was now clinging to him for dear life. Still, at least the bloody spikes had missed him. "You fu- you idiot," he said, keeping it clean in the presence of the professor. "Did the fact that it shot spikes at you not give it away that it was a bad idea?" Eli asked, managing to get a hold of Twitch. As funny as seeing Twitch make a fool of himself could be, Eli didn't actually want his boyfriend hitting the ground. The fucking idiot would probably knock himself out or something.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Eli Schroeder Character Portrait: Charlotte Archibald Character Portrait: Twitch Dyer Character Portrait: Quintin Laveau Character Portrait: Effy Akkerman Character Portrait: Noah "Oz" Oswald Character Portrait: Spencer Matthews Character Portrait: Bridgette Stone

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Bridgette trailed behind the group as per usual. She loved observing her classmates and her surroundings. Herbology was her favorite class because they got to wander about the forest and learn neat things about the plants. Aside from loving Mr. Pagan as a teacher she was particularly fond of this course because of her research. As plants offer the best medicines and cures she always gathered leaves, thorns, berries and flowers when no one was looking. She knew it wasn't forbidden to gather but she also knew that if her classmates were aware of her hunt for a cure they would heckle, bully and just make her life a living hell.

She had stopped near a tree and examined the bark, it emitted an interesting scent one she was unfamiliar with. She pulled out her pocket knife from the little backpack she carried and began carving out a chunk of the bark. She peeked around to ensure no one was watching her before she ripped off a piece and shoved it in her backpack.

Bridgette recomposed herself slightly as to not draw attention or look suspicious, it helped that she was so petite for hiding and remaining out of sight came easy to her. She stuffed her pocket knife back into her bag and took a couple strides to catch up to her peers. She arrived at a poor moment as Twitch began cursing and kicked the spiked bush. She dodged out of the way to miss the spews of spikes and rolled her eyes in slight annoyance. She wasn't very fond of her classmates. In her time at Bell Witch she had remained as isolated as possible, her temper was becoming increasingly worse lately so she figured shutting herself out was the best course of action.

When Mr. Pagan began speaking of the use of plants in potions Bridgette grabbed her little pink notebook and began jotting down some notes. Any information on potions and plants helped her research tremendously as it informed her which were of good use.

As she glanced down to put her notebook back in her bag she noticed something poking out of her left thigh. Her fire dragon tattoo that basically wrapped around her body made it difficult at times to see an injury, a bruise or in this case a thorn. She bent over awkwardly and poked the thorn. "Ouch" she mumbled. Blood began to dribble down from it as the thorn appeared to be halfway deep into her skin. "Shit". She rummaged through her bag and grabbed a tissue, the class seemed to be moving forward and oblivious to her distress. She closed her eyes and took a breath counting to three in her head. In one swift move she pulled the thorn out hard, blood began to flow from the injury. She pressed on the area with her tissue and flopped to the ground.

She could sense eyes on her at that moment but not from her peers. Nearby curious animals were poking their heads around trees and bushes examining the redhead. The animals calmed her. She took out a band-aid and placed it gently over her thigh. When she got to her feet, she glanced around for the thorn but noticed her distress had turned the ground beneath her feet to solid magma rocks. "Oops" luckily no lava was present but the rocks were very hot.

When she spotted the thorn finally, she grabbed it and examined it. The thorn reacted oddly to her blood causing somewhat of a spark that quickly dried out. She grabbed another tissue, wrapped the thorn and placed it in her backpack.

Bridgette observed her surroundings, the class was disappearing from sight. She sprinted as best as she could to catch up to them but cringed at the pain from her thigh. When she caught up, she hovered at the back of the group and refocused her attention on the lesson.

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Character Portrait: Eli Schroeder Character Portrait: Charlotte Archibald Character Portrait: Twitch Dyer Character Portrait: Quintin Laveau Character Portrait: Effy Akkerman Character Portrait: Noah "Oz" Oswald Character Portrait: Spencer Matthews Character Portrait: Bridgette Stone

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Bell Witch wasn't like most schools. Most schools had a bunch of children in them and often times you didnt' run into the same person more than once a day unless they were in your class. At Bell Witch there wasn't many students to begin with. Probably about eight to ten at most, but that's about it. Not everyone joined at the same time either, there wasn't a certain age requirement. If you weren't deemed safe in the magical society or what have you, you were sent here. Bull shit it was really, but there was nothing Charlotte could do about it.

For example Oz had been here first. He had been there for at least five years before Charlie even showed up. Others were fairly recent in showing up however, and it didn't seem likely they would get more people after that. There wasn't that many rooms to be distributed among everyone. If there was too many people eventually people would have to pair up and share a room, and to be fair Charlotte would likely murder someone if she had to share a room with them. In short it wasn't a good idea.

Being at Bell Witch was almost like prison. There was a lot of rules and for the most part you were held in confinement, which was also bull shit, so even though she was mediocre at herbology and it was in the morning, it was nice to be able to wander around a bit. They went through the grounds listening to their teacher. Charlie was walking along side Oz at the front of the line. He was silent this morning, but it was likely he hadn't had much sleep. She hasn't known him too long, but ever since she arrived two years ago she connected with him a lot quicker than most.

Some people just had a magnetic draw to each other, and after being friends for even a short amount of time, you could tell you were supposed to be friends with this person from the start and it felt like you were friends for so much longer. Those friendships don't really come around too often, but when they do you should hold on to them. Which is exactly what Charlie planned on doing.

It wasn't long before Twitch did something wrong. It wasn't surprising or amusing anymore that he did things like this. The kid was a magnet for stupid choices and danger. Charlotte still can't fathom how he is still even alive by this point. The squirrel had landed in front of Oz and Charlotte, and she could see the anger he had. At least he picked the squirrel up and helped the poor little guy. Rolling her eyes she continued to walk and half listen to the teacher.

Before she knew it she heard the little baby whining to his boyfriend. It was getting a bit old by now and she still wondered how Eli even put up with that shit sometimes. Charlie then made a point of mocking Twitch. "Baaaaby!" She said in a similar tone of voice as Twitch had to Oz, grasping his arm and shaking it a bit and just as quickly released it and smirked as she chuckled a bit.

"Watch out Charlie, this witch is dumber than we though." one of the voices spoke to her as she turned to look over that way and she watched Twitch curiously. She was going to go further, but before she could try Oz had stuck his arm out to prevent her from going any father. Sighing she withdrew from her curiosity and trusted both the voice and Oz. Standing back she watched the scene unfold and when it was finished Charlotte sent a glare his way.

"You're a special kind of stupid, aren't you Dyer? It's stupid shit like that, that will get you killed, for fucks sake." She said obviously irritated and she began to rub her forehead feeling a headache starting come along.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Charlotte Archibald Character Portrait: Twitch Dyer Character Portrait: Effy Akkerman Character Portrait: Noah "Oz" Oswald

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| Elspeth Violet Akkerman |




Lake of Fire | Nirvana || Guns for Hands | twenty one pilots || Fix Me | 10 Years || Creep | Radiohead

"I'm at it again as an addict with pen who's addicted to the wind as it blows me back and forth,
mindless, spineless, and pretend of course I'll be here again.
See you tomorrow but it's the end of today end of my ways as a
walking denial my trial was filed as a crazy suicidal head case- but you
specialize in dying you hear me screaming father and I'm lying here just crying;
So wash me with your water"




ImageEffy stood quite distantly from the rest of the herbology class for a long while, not a word passing her pale and narrow lips. She was very calm and tranquil, until the sudden outburst of commotion when Twitch was supposedly 'attacked by a squirrel. Her eyes widened in alarm at it all and she quivered, taking a few staggered steps away from the scene and latching onto the roots of her hair to cause pain and keep herself grounded if she could. In a split second she could have sworn her heart rate had tripled and her breathing spiralled out of control and she gasped a little and clutching onto her hair but without pulling or yanking the delicate pink strands before shaking sharply she let go. Her face though when Twitch kicked the squirrel, it was almost as like he'd kicked her personally rather than the small creature and the sun rays seemed to dim slightly with the fall of Elsie's mood but no rain fell or anything drastic occur. The moment her anxiety passed, you couldn't tell she'd even touched the skies but she looked glumly at the floor. Somewhere within it all though she noticed Oz's head movement and backed quickly away from everyone before the sudden lashing from the thorns occurred. After the worst of the drama had passed, Effy still remained silent and wordless excusing her occasional sounds of horror or fear throughout the previous events but post that commotion, she sought out Oz's company because she was still very sceptical of everybody else there or if she was to be more correct and honest, it was the visa versa- everybody else was still very sceptical of her. Day after day she tried to convince herself it wasn't her fault but the paper work condemning her to this juvenile prison of an institute directed her the burden of the blame for the crimes committed almost a year ago in her home town, so she had to face up to it and try to come to terms with her sins.

Smoke.

Effy has been listening to their teacher and trying to work out how she could do that but she didn't like the idea of harvesting the plant. They way it defended itself- it was so human, she felt like she was harming a life which technically she was doing regardless if it had animalistic qualities or not, it was a plant- it was still alive. She could potentially smoke it out, maybe use a small piece of lightning to set some wood on fire and then blow it towards the bush- she was easily capable of such a thing but she was otherwise inclined. She wasn't a murderer. She wasn't a killer. She'd prove it by not harming the plant, smoking such a thing- there's no way that could be good for the plant's health and so she wouldn't be involved. She couldn't be. She had to prove her innocence some how.

She wasn't guilty.

She felt herself on the verge of falling into a pit of anxiety and fear, so upon recognising she was getting worked up. She closed her eyes and quietly counted seconds passing until her breathing calmed. The air around them had become slightly gustier and more noticeably cool but hardly as aggressive as it had been on the worst of her days at the institute- there wasn't a person here who hadn't seen her do worst so such a thought was comforting and she restored her natural rhythms and relaxed.

She looked at Oz with the squirrel and finally found the courage to speak again; "Are they okay?" She asked in reference to the creature Twitch had probably traumatised in his little fit. Sometimes, Twitch left Effy with a bad impression of him- the way he freaked out about things offended her because he had no idea what it was like to truly be scared of silly things all the while, his dramatics she found insulting but she realised she was being unfair because if she wasn't a person with an anxiety sufferer who was held back by a constant battle with panic attacks than she wouldn't have been offended, only irritated- which is why she never spoke up about her personal vexation but still, she wished he'd stop. He was so stupid and naΓ―ve but she knew better than anyone that all people had their flaws, for example; some people are mass murderers. That could arguably a short coming in morality.

"It wasn't my fault," She whispered to herself with wobbling pursed lips. She ran her hand through her hair squeezing the strands and closing her eyes. She listened to the nature around her and let it nurture her mind into calamity until she felt completely soothed and content. She couldn't risk having an outburst, the stakes were always too high and it was such a struggle to get her to stop once she'd started so she used that as her incentive to stop immediately before everything fell apart for sure. The squirrel was ok. The plant would survive. No body was hurt.

She repeated those thoughts for a second before she opened her eyes and realised munutes had passed since she'd originally asked Oz about the squirrel and she blinked a few times as if waking up from a dream and she sighed delicately, her expression creasing with self loathing.

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Character Portrait: Charlotte Archibald Character Portrait: Twitch Dyer Character Portrait: Effy Akkerman Character Portrait: Noah "Oz" Oswald Character Portrait: Bridgette Stone

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Oz was far too preoccupied to notice that Bridgette had fallen back, or that Effy seemed to be getting increasingly more frightened. He did manage a slight, amused smirk at Charlie's imitation of Twitch, but by the time Twitch had finished his insult toward her, Oz was on the edge of snapping again. He probably would have sicced a whole flock on him if he wasn't distracted from his rage at just the right moment, by multiple different sources.

The animals were worried about someone that wasn't him, and Effy was talking. "Hm?" Oz made the small noise while turning to the timid girl, but other than that, he said nothing. He looked from her to his pocket, and nodded. The squirrel was probably mentally scarred by the attack, but if Oz was honest, he'd probably hold onto the offense for a lot longer than the animal would. The squirrel nibbled on his finger, and he flinched a bit but only removed his hand to find something else to feed the creature. He started to put the berries he'd collected into his pocket, but then he heard Effy's whisper and froze.

He almost told her he already knew that. After all, she'd had nothing to do with the squirrel's assault. Before he did, though, he realized the reason he was confused and thought it made no sense for her to be voicing her innocence in something so obvious, was because it really didn't make any sense. His eyebrows furrowed as he narrowed his eyes at her, studying his face. The squirrel stuck its head impatiently out of his pocket. He was staring at her while her eyes were closed, trying to read the expression on her face. The problem was, Oz was really bad with people. He had no idea what that facial expression meant, and he was having a hard time reading the signs. He much preferred the way he just knew how animals felt. It made things so much easier, even if it was exhausting.

That thought reminded him of the other thing that had distracted him from Twitch's idiocy in the first place. His eyes flicked over toward the worried animals, and blinked in surprise when he saw that the person they were worrying about was Bridgette Stone. Normally, he was put off by her magic and always felt like she was close to exploding, which wasn't exactly a recipe for Oznip, so he avoided her. However, the animals seemed to be all sorts of opposed to that idea, practically calling him to her. Setting his jaw, Oz breathed out forcefully through flared nostrils.

He looked back to Effy at almost the exact time she looked back to him. Somewhat startled by the eye contact, Oz blinked at her once before he was able to really move again. Delicately, and slowly, he moved to pour the berries from his hand to hers. The squirrel chattered anxiously, and Oz smiled softly, then reached into his pocket again. The squirrel, sensing his intentions, scurried up his forearm, and when he held his hand out toward her again, jumped onto Effy's shoulder. The animal leaned over, sniffing at the berries in anticipation. Oz hoped this all would be reassuring, and get Effy to stop being... whatever she was, over whatever it was that she was whatever she was over. That thought probably would have confused even the bird on his shoulder if he communicated with them using words. Still, despite not really being resolved since he had no idea if she was worried or scared or what, let alone what had her that way, Oz considered the matter settled.

So, he moved on to the case of Bridgette. After sending Charlie a look that he meant to say 'I'll be right back, let's hope I don't get turned into lava' but probably looked more like 'I'm gonna go take a nap, wake me up in three weeks,' Oz started back past the group toward the red head. He lifted an eyebrow when he saw her running, but he made no move to speed up. About the time she caught up to the group and started hovering at the back, Oz was a few feet away. His eyes scanned over her quickly, and he stopped to look at the blood on her thigh. He saw a small spark come off, and clenched his jaw. He wasn't sure what sort of mess she'd stepped in, but sparking blood couldn't be good. The only time he saw that sort of thing before was on a baby bird; a dead one, covered in thorns.

The smoking would have to wait. It wasn't like he was looking forward to that, anyway- it didn't cause panic attacks like fire did, but it still reminded him of suffocating in the wall, and of trying to save animals but failing. It wasn't pleasant.

Now, no one with half a brain would describe Oz as a people person. He had little to no, actually just no, people skills whatsoever. Still, one might think that he would realize that he wouldn't like people intruding on his space, and by extension, he would realize that others probably wouldn't like him popping their personal space bubbles out of nowhere. One would be wrong. It didn't even occur to him that this could be seen as rude, or offensive, or intrusive, or any number of negative things that would make people not particularly happy with him. Then again, if it had occurred to him, he probably wouldn't have cared. It definitely wouldn't have stopped him from scooping Bridgette up like she was any other injured animal who might be in danger.