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Omar Cunningham

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Underestimating me... Will be the last mistake you make.

Name
Omar Cunningham

Nicknames
"This is what pisses me off. Don't give me a nickname, I am not your friend. ."

Age
18

Role
Male Delinquent 1

Sexuality
Asexual
"What is this thing they call love anyways? I don't understand it... Who needs love? Hell, who needs intercourse? I don't. That's what control is."

Face Claim
Makishima Shogo

Understand one thing and one thing only... I could care less about you.

Positive traits
- Friendly,
From the exterior part of him he looks very friendly and so, he tries his best to make friends. So, that he could only use them in the end. He'll give you an apple and fifty cents, as long as it is given back to him but, in higher value later on. The definition of friendship to Omar is:
"Someone that can give you things you don't have."
- Honest,
Though being honest can be a bad thing, it is actually a good thing for Omar. He doesn't like keeping anything in because, he doesn't want to worry about a damn thing. Tell him your secret. it will be out before you can reach the finish line.
"If you have something to say don't bring it to me."
- Understanding,
He will understand where you are coming from if your parents had died and your feeling depressed because of it. He will understand a lot of different situations and their outcomes, whether they be good or bad.
"I understand how you feel. Even if I haven't gone through it."
- Patient,
He's always believed that patients will get him anywhere he wanted but, this isn't a common trait. He can be in a hurry most of the time but, when he is patient with something. That means that it is important to him.
- Calm,
In any situation he can be calm as a blooming flower in spring. Sometimes it annoys people sometimes it doesn't. It seems to be a good thing to him because, while everyone is freaking out about a certain situation. He'll be the only one in stable condition.

Negative traits
- Harsh,
He can be unusually cruel. When he grabs your harm and he begins to squeeze it unbelievably hard. His intentions are to hurt you. If he says something to hurt your feelings, he actually meant to hurt your feelings.
- Hotheaded,
When it comes to certain things, Omar expects those things to be respected and if it isn't respected around him. It isn't too good. Omar will get angry at people for stepping on his shoes, he'll get mad if he stepped on theirs. If there's a little dust int he air that keeps floating in his line of vision. He will get extremely angry. Sometimes it comes to violence and sometimes it doesn't, he doesn't believe he is a violent person.
- Manipulative,
Manipulating people is what his hobby literally is. When he is trying to search for something and it turns out that a certain person has what he wants he will do anything to get it. This is what he had discovered in his Pre-K years. Well, what his parents had discovered, and they consider it a bad trait. He thinks it's splendid.
"You have something and I need it... So give it here."
- Careless,
You might think he is the most understanding person in the world. But, don't think that gives you the privilege to cry on his shoulder. He could care less about your damn life because, he could care less about his own. Which leads him into dangerous situations, which is why he is in the program in the first place.
"To tell you the truth. I don't give a damn. Keep your tears and wails away from me."

Bio
By the time he had gotten into his first foster home, was the time where he was already broken. This is where his fear of love came from. Why would he be able to love something, when he hasn't received it since he was born? Though he was broken, that didn't stop him from searching for those broken pieces and mending them back together all of those years he was alone. Figuring that the rumors about his actually parents were true. They were both young and dumb, and had some serious problems they had to fix and having a baby wasn't going to help them at all. So, they put hims up for adoption and they never looked back. Years and years of being alone, years and years of moving from one foster home to the next, those broken pieces were finally put together again. But, they were in the wrong places.

After he had gotten adopted at the age of 9, his adoptive parents notice that Omar had a bit of a problem after a few reports from the elementary school. He had to switch schools just because, they didn't want to accept him into theirs. As he had gotten into middle school it had just gotten worse. Gang related things came into the picture and other things a parent wouldn't want their child to experience. But, Omar handle it. It was as if it was apart of him to begin with. When things gotten to the point where he actually tried to kill some one, his adoptive parents loved him too much and didn't want him to end up like his parents. It was an order from his high school that started this. That is why he was being taken to the camp.

Talents And Skills
At least 3

Fears
Love; when he doesn't know a certain thing, he starts to fear it. He doesn't know how it'll benefit him or if it's good or bad because, he's never experienced something like that before. He fears all things he doesn't know.

Their just doing this to get a spot in heaven... Bastards.

Family
Mother
|| Biological Mother || Status | Unknown || Age | Mid 30's || Occupations | Drug Abuser, Prostitute, and Horrible Mother ||
|| Adoptive Mother || Status | Alive || Age | Late 20's || Occupations | Business Woman, and Caring Mother ||

Father
|| Biological Father || Status | Unknown || Age | Late 30's || Occupations | Drug Dealer, Abusive, and Horrible Father ||
|| Adoptive Father || Status | Alive || Age | Early 30's || Occupations | Architectural Designer, and Caring Father ||

-Siblings if any-
Biological Siblings - Doesn't know if he had any.
Non-biological Siblings - Doesn't have any but, might.

Family Description
Biological Family - Excuse my language but... They can kiss my ass. I have no experience with them, only rumors. They were hard not to believe because, I have never met them before. I do not think about them everyday because, what is there to think about? The only thing I know about them, are that drugs, sex, and abuse were what they were evolving around. Hopefully it killed them off by now, I really don't want to see them. Ever.

Adoptive Family - I don't know how I feel about them. Should I trust them? Should I love them? Should I care? I don't know. It pisses me off that they are so caring and it's very weird when they are around me. It's something I've never received from anyone in this crappy ass life of mine. Maybe this camp will benefit me. I'm still pissed that they had to send me here, out of all the places they were suggested to send me to.

This is why I can't have nice things... People always end up ruining it for me.

Reason For Getting There
"Well, I didn't deny it. But, I didn't accept it either. The school just wanted to look like it cared."
Omar has the right not to answer too many questions and when this certain question was asked, his "parents" has had enough. What he was asked? No, what he was already accused of doing? Well, he was accused of gang-banging, theft, attempted murder and assault. Many of these things could have been true and his "parents" knew that. So, the only thing they could do was to weigh down all of their options. Taking him to the camp was obviously one. So, that was likely the one they had to chose. Well, they didn't have to but, the wanted to because, they loved him. Even if he didn't love them back.

Likes
Getting things he wants "Though, for a person that has never gotten what he wanted. I don't like things to be on my mind all the time. So, i'd do anything to satisfy this need."
Gullible People "They are so fun to manipulate. I find them very useful when it comes to friendship."
Reading "They widen your mind to other possibilities, and wonderful worlds. Yes people. They aren't just words written onto pages.."
Quiet "There's no such thing as peace... Plus, silence doesn't always mean peace. Silence can also mean other things.."

Dislikes
People who talk too much "Shut the hell up would ya'? I am trying to concentrate on other things. I don't have time to be listening to whatever you are talking about. Go away."
People who doesn't like books "Those type of people are a waste of my time. Because, I have better things to do other than argue with them about the importance of books. Trust me. I could give someone a full on lecture if I wanted to.. But, it'll only waste my time."
Hearing people cry "I really could care less about if some was crying or not... It's just annoying."
Family "It's not that I hate them or anything but, it just pisses me off at how easy they are to love and care for me. Is it really that easy?"

What are you looking at? Are you a stalker or something?

Hair color
Pale Blonde

Eye color
Greenish-Gray

Tattoos/Markings
Noe, he dislikes tattoos.

Height
6'

Brief Appearance Description
When you take a glance at Omar, make sure you are concentrating real hard. Why is that? Well I don't want anyone coming to conclusion when it comes to his appearance. His body language is awfully the same no matter what emotion he is feeling at the moment, and his face stays in his normal go away state unless it changes. He has a firm build, not to muscular to notice and not to skinny either. Omar isn't perfect appearance wise and some could tell by the scars on his arms and it's not what you think. Omar's fashion can be rather plain. Some jeans and a button up, long sleeve, and open collar shirt. No earrings. No bracelets. As you can see he doesn't need to impress anyone because, he could care less about how he looked. This is Omar we are talking about here.

I don't usually fight but, I judge the victory on whether they are dead or not.

So begins...

Omar Cunningham's Story

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#2014-08-10 13:37:54, as written by Lyysa

Was everything in the bag now? It should be, she had checked it many times. There's going to be a washing machine there right? Yeah it probably will, if there isn't any she can just go down to the laundry room here and wash it. Or change clothes completely. Why are she even thinking about this?! So stupid.

Alex closed the bag one more time and sighed, so freaking stupid. Once again she picked up the letter from the bed, reading the words to see if she had missed something. Nope, nothing. She had to go there. Why bother? Why don't she just listen to her parents and move after them instead, it would been so much easier. While shaking her head she picked up the bag, no that would just mean she had lost the fight. She could do this. If she just tried a little bit more... Okay, a lot more. Maybe she should make the bed before leaving no that would be stupid no one is going to see this. Cleaning is something she can do after this was over.

After a long and hard struggle with herself Alex finally left the apartment and locked it. She didn't want to do this, it felt stupid. Like she needed something like this. She just needed to put more effort into studying! So irritating. Idiot school. Every step down the stairs felt like a deathblow, it still felt unpleasant to be outside. Even if she knew that not that many had seen it, like why would they have done that? But she knew that it existed and if it existed some people can find it. She didn't want anyone to find it, she didn't want it to exist. That stupid retard! She should have hit him harder or more. Something. She should have done something.

Once down on the street, she pulled up the hood over her face. It felt better that way. Like she was a little secure. It wasn't that many people out this time of the day either, well not in this part of the town. If she just had a little more she would move somewhere else probably, but for the time being she was satisfied. After a while she passed the school and something in her made her feel like destroying a window or something. Maybe set the whole school on fire? Maybe she will do that later today, right now she must be there in time so she won't be "expelled". Stupid. Oh no... Is there going to be people from her school there to? No... She doesn’t want that! NO. Just NO. Wasn't summer breaks for relaxing or something like that? So relaxing this is going to be. Maybe she will break down mentally or something by this stress? That wouldn't surprise her.

Kicking one of the rocks in front of her Alex noticed the camp site, so this was it. Well it didn't look as bad as she had thought it would, it actually looked kind of nice? Well more like welcoming. This wasn't her kind of place, it felt a little primitive. It felt a little lame. Like she was back in kindergarten or something, so humiliating. Unwilling she went inside and went to the bulletin board in the middle to find out which cottage she was supposed to stay in. She followed the names with her finger until she found it, "Number five? Okay I guess." She looked at the other names, there was people from her school, or maybe not? Why would she bother to learn all the names! And she saw it, another name in number five. Was she supposed to live with a stranger?! Wasn't it enough that she had to live here? Are they trying to kill her or something? It's just going to be strange... What if that person is a complete lunatic? Maybe she will get killed in her sleep?! What does she get if she get killed?! Wait what? If she's dead she can't get any compensation.

After examining the map and finding number five she went there, irritated by the fact that she could find someone there. It was one long minute she just stood in front of the door and sighed, slowly she put her hand on the door handle and turned it. Be empty, please be empty! It was empty. Happy again she put her bag on the bed closest to the window. Just to be sure, maybe she needed to escape a murderer or she just wanted to leave for the night? Now she didn't need to climb over someone else. Maybe she should unpack or something? Nah, to boring.

After a quick look in the mirror she went outside again. When was that first lesson? Oh that's right it wasn't called "lesson" here it was a "time to socialize". Like she needed to learn that. Maybe she should look at that bulletin board again to see if the times were written there? It sounded like a good idea, probably better then running away which what was she were doing at the moment. She should stop doing things like that while still thinking about the options. After slowing down she started to walk towards the bulletin board again. Maybe it would be a good summer either way if she just relaxed a little and went with it.

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#2014-08-11 18:19:32, as written by Naught

"This isn't going to work... Your only wasting your time."

Being the morning bird that he is, he was dressed and reading a book in the kitchen while sitting on top of the kitchen counter. Though, his mother didn't like when he sat on the kitchen counter, she knew not to start an argument with Omar. Because, he would win. Rolling his eyes at the sound of movement, he knew that his parents were finally up and getting ready to drop Omar off at this camp. He didn't want to work on anything, he believed that all he was doing was being himself. Well, he didn't see that being himself was the problem. Shrugging his shoulders, he continued to read until his parents were ready to go.

"Honey are you-," His mother's sentence was interrupted by a firm,
"No..."

With that being said she sighed and went outside to warm up the car. "Son, I want to say this and I want you to listen," Damn, here it comes. Another one of fathers morning talks. Omar put his book down, and looked over towards where his father was standing. "If this doesn't work Omar you know where you are going? You have to finish this camp Omar, if not for me or your mother. Do it for yourself. Search deep inside yourself for the strength to finish this program. I want to see you graduate son. I want to see you live your life without the problems that you are facing inside that head of yours. I want you to take it seriously! No screwing around. Do you understand?"

Omar looked away, rolling his eyes in the process. "Omar!"
"Fine, fine. I'll try my best. Damn." He snatched the book and got off the kitchen counter.
"What did-," His father was making his way towards him, before being interrupted.
"Mothers warming the car up, let's go."

After that, they both knew that the conversation was over. They all got in the car and awaited for what seemed like a long drive to the camp. "Remember if you screw this up, it's over." He got it the first time. It didn't mean he'd actually listen. Who'd want to sit down with other people and, dare he say it. Communicate. He barely communicated with them and now they want him to talk to complete strangers? That was what pissed him off most of the time. Why did they care so damn much? It annoyed him quite a bit.

Getting out of the car when it finally stopped, he grabbed his bag out of the trunk and watched as his parents drove away. Turning around, he looked over at the people gathering around a bulletin board. "Great. Just fucking great. This isn't real right now." He rolled his eyes -being beyond annoyed- and began to walk away, he could communicate but decided not to. Nothing interested him at all, so he decided to sit along side a tree and enjoyed the little alone time he would get. "I don't want to be here." This was only for the summer, this was what he had to remind himself. "This will be over before I know it."

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#2014-08-11 21:38:14, as written by Ville.Sunfall

It was sort of early morning and already people were showing up. It pleased Karuko in a way, because in a way, these students wanted to atleast try to better themselves, even if it was forced upon them. He wanted to help them in any way he could, even if they hated him in the end. It was worth it, if it only meant it helped them.

He couldn't help but chuckle the moment he saw students look for the teachers and didn't realized that he was one himself. This only pleased him, it had meant that he looked just as young as most of them did. But there was a little something that didn't please him, the sight of a little white cigarette. Of course he saw this, it was something he was looking for, one of many things.

"If you'll excuse me, gentlemen." Karuko's voice was soft and sweet. His smile was a little loving in some ways as he reached over to grab the cigarettes from behind Rezo. "I believe the signs say, no smoking." Pushing his way past and in between them he turned to face them head on, while smashing the cigarettes; he chuckled. "Please do follow the rules, trust me on this, you don't want to anger the Disciplinary teacher. I hear he has a very bad temper that doesn't end well with hugs and treats."

"Right so as that being said, if you'll handsome gentlemen would excuse me for just a moment." Karuko walked off before the two could have a chance of doing or saying anything. and just in those seconds Karuko pulled out his mini blow horn, letting it squeal very loudly to catch others attention.

"Good morning everyone. You all may call me Karu or Karuko. I am one of many teachers here. But you see, I will be the ONLY teacher that you'll ever meet. The others are hiding about amongst you. To make sure that you will not break rules and get away with it. If a teacher uncovers him/her self to you, that means you are expelled, it also means that your career life is over, no matter how rich you are or what business you must go into. We have spoken to those who some of you work with and your families for most of you. Trust me when I say, this is your last hope, so use it wisely."

He paused for a brief moment, rubbing the bandages on his head as he looked through a clipboard that he carried in his side pack. "Oh and the rules are signs boards all about this area, so you have no excuse to not know them, we even have them listed in every rooming bunk. When it comes to meals, they are at certain times, if you miss them, that is not my problem. You are allowed to have snacks in your room, but label them, if they are not labeled and someone takes them, we will not do a thing about it. Your stuff is your own responsibility, if you fight about it, you are gone." He looked through his clipboard again. "The Disciplinary Class will start at Noon Today. So be there on time, if any of you are late, you will be expelled. Apart from today, Everyday at 10am class will start and it will end at 5pm. Weekends are yours. The last and final rule is never leave campus, if you want anything come to me and I will order it for you." Putting the clipboard away he smiled softly. "Look I don't want you all to feel like this is hell, it's not, we give you at least 3 strikes before expelling you. So please, be careful. That's all, I'll go to your Room Bunks and check you all in, in about an hour. So settle in and chat around."

He put the microphone away and pointed at Rezo and Kojou, walking up to them. "I wont count this as your first strike out, so in the future please be more aware of your surroundings." He softly patted their arms.

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#2014-08-12 00:49:56, as written by Sigma

Was he planning on getting mistaken for a girl? Yes. Was he mistaken for a girl? Yes. Was he expecting what happened? No.

Making an attempt to join some of the conversation was more or less a failure because either no one could hear his question over all the ruckus or he couldn't hear a reply for the same reason. With a dejected sigh he just took a few steps off to the side. With that plan seemingly a failure, there wasn't much he could do. Especially since they were all giants in comparison to himself, he wasn't able to see the bulletin board and find what room he was in. The idea of asking them to move was obsurd since no one could hear over each other.

Noda was about to just stand off to the side, play some guitar probably, while he waited for everyone to start to settle down when he suddenly felt something touch his cheek. He turned to side and was met with a very close-up face. It took a few seconds to register what had happened and in those few seconds the other person, another male, had grabbed his ass and said "Hello, cutie~!" and was just as quickly gone. Noda felt his face contort into that of an obviously disturbed person. He though about following the other male and explaining that he was also a guy, but figured it be best to tell him at a different time, for the sake of both their prides.

Momentarily banishing his concerns, Noda heard a voice speak through a blow horn and instinctively turned towards it. The voice belonged to a male who was supposedly a teacher, and quite possibly the only one they'd see, so he claimed. He also claimed that some of the other teacher's are hiding amongst the group, which could cause some problems. After the teacher had finished speaking, it didn't seem like anyone was inclined to go anywhere, aside for a few who seemed to be off to their lodgings. There were still some other loitering about the bulletin board, so taking a peek at the list seemed near impossible with Noda's short height. With a sigh he put his bags down off to the side and took his acoustic guitar out of its case. Sitting on the ground, he began to absent-mindedly pluck at the strings. Still plucking the strings, he looked at the somewhat cloudy sky.

"Things could be worse I guess."

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#2014-08-12 02:46:34, as written by DarkOne

Fay

Fay had woken up hours ago to get ready and eat. Her bags were near her door while she lay in bed with an icepack over her eyes. She wanted to make sure her eyes did not look puffy from spending most of the night crying. I can’t believe I really have to go to some camp filled with delinquents because I missed a few months of school…besides that I am a prefect student. I never started any trouble. I even made up the work I missed. If I don’t go I will end up getting expelled and my grandparents threaten to make me move in with my parents if I don’t finish the camp. I hate them all, none of them care about or really love me.

As she heard a knock on the door she took the icepack off and placed it in the freezer of the small fridge in her room. She sat up and smooth out her clothes. She looked in the mirror to make sure her hair wasn't out of place. She ran her long fingers slowly through her hair to fix a strain that was out of place. Perfect, now time to pretend to be happy. She put a smiled on her face as she opened her bedroom door.

“Hello Grandmother,” she greeted in a sweet happy voice.

“Are you ready to go? Did you eat already?” her grandmother questioned. Fay ignored the look of "worry" on her face. Whenever she had left her room Fay pretended she never had stayed in her room for months and missed school.

“Yes, I will get my bags and meet you and grandfather downstairs,” Fay replied. Her grandmother simply nodded before leaving. Fay looked at herself in the mirror once more. She wore a white long sleeve button down dress shirt with black buttons, a black skirt that stopped two inches after the mid of her thigh, and plain black leather boots with no heel. Fay had two large suite cases, a large sports book bag, two large duffle bag, and a medium size suite case. She had to make two trips to the car before they could go. The car was silent as her grandparents drove her to the camp.

When she exited the car she glanced at some guy sitting near a tree. She gave him a friendly smile before she looked at the camp. People were already there. Fay grabbed some of her stuff before she headed to the bulletin board where the people were. Honestly, she paid the people there no mind for now. She actually stayed as far as possible from everyone while she looked at the board.

Why is my full name on there? Did my grandparents not inform the teacher about just putting my last name? Can no one do anything right? She took in a deep breath. Anyways I am in cottage number four…wait I have a roommate? Reiko Kuroki? Is she already here? Why do I have to have a roommate? Am I already not suffering enough?

Her expressionless eyes looked at the board once more before she headed off to her cottage. When she entered she froze, bags were on the floor near the furthest bed from the window. Her roommate was already here. Fay walked over to the other bed and placed her bags against it. She walked back out to get the rest of her things. With a quick wave bye to her grandparents she headed back to her cottage. She only glanced at the person who was playing a guitar on the ground. The music sounded nice. Fay placed the rest of her bags against the bed as she looked around the room. It’s just for the summer…I can do this. With that thought Fay decided to stay in her room as Fay didn't want to pretend to be happy again for a while more. She really did not want to be here or socialize with people. Fay had been fine being in her room talking to no one. It took a few minutes, but she stopped her thoughts as they made her mood worst and she began to unpack her clothes.

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#2014-08-13 18:36:03, as written by Sigma

A few minutes, several minutes, heck maybe even an hour. Noda had no idea how long he had been spacing out for. He was just sitting down on the ground and strumming his guitar. mind lost in space. When he finally remembered where he was, he glanced at his surroundings. The crowd that had once been extremely lively and loud had dimmed down to just a few people milling about. The others who were currently out of sight probably left for the dorms already. Either that or walking around the camp grounds. "How... long was I just sitting here for..." he mumbled to himself, putting his guitar back into its case, "Well, I should use to chance to take a glance at the dorm listings while all the taller people are out of the way."

Walking over to the bulletin board, Noda took a look at the paper with the listings of the room numbers. However, due to his smaller height, he had to stand on his tiptoes to be able to clearly see his name. "Let's see... room number 6? Oh there's roommates? Ah... I'm gonna have to explain to this Aki person the situation so he doesn't think there's a mix-up. I wonder what kind of person he is, though." With the camp primarily a place for delinquents, Noda couldn't help but manage a male with tattoos covering his whole body and some missing teeth. With a shudder, he picked up his bags and left in search of the dorm.

Walking in the direction he believed the dorms to be located, Noda set off to find number 6. After several minutes of walking, Noda found himself back at the bulletin board. "What... I just walked in a circle?" He asked himself, disappointed with his own lack of a sense of direction. Setting off down another path, he continued his searched for the rooms. After another several minutes of walking, he once again found himself in front of the bulletin board. Some attempts later, he found himself sitting down in front of the board, utterly defeated. "Fine then! Hell if I care!" He screamed in frustration, "I'll just sleep outside! I don't need a room anyways!"

He threw down his bags, with his guitar case as an exception, on the ground as though to prove his point. However, to whom he was attempting to prove it to... no one in particular. However, having had the pleasure of living in his own apartment, he never had the chance to do anything like camping. Not having any idea of what to do, he simply sat there, his back against the wooden plank that was supporting the bulletin board, with his guitar in his lap. After a bit of silent fuming to himself, he unzipped his case and pulled out the guitar for the second time today. This time, instead of just mindlessly plucking at the strings, Noda decided he'd play an actual tune, one that would calm him down a little. He could have looked for a teacher, but he figured he would just end up back here anyways. He decided to play a soft song until noon time when the teacher would be easier to find. There wasn't much more he could do, after all.

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#2014-08-26 10:29:21, as written by Lyysa

Alex walked out from her room because the first class... thingy was going to start soon. She didn't want to participate because it felt ridiculous but still what could you do. As she closed the door and turned around she saw him again, just standing outside his cottage. Annoyed she walked right past him as fast as she could without running. She didn't feel like being close to him, she didn't even want to look at him, "Disgusting."

She entered what seemed to be a sport field indoors, which was surprising. She didn't think they would have that much things here, she had imagined it only being something like a school but in the woods. But apparently it wasn't. She looked around confused by what she saw, what was they supposed to do? Gymnastics? That was... odd. She looked around as the others started to gather in the hall, well she did remember seeing their faces around the bulletin board. But some was still new, she guessed that they had come sometime after her - or just stayed away from the groups of people. She was just about to start talking to the one next to her when Karuko showed up and once again an annoyed wrinkle showed up on her forehead. She was still annoyed at him for discussing the things she had in her bag.

"Good afternoon, I'm glad that everyone seems to have showed up. That's a good start." Karuko smiled slightly as he walked up to the things he had prepared before. "Now to the first class of the summer, it's going to focus on the physical. As you can see we have prepared boxing bags, mats and trampolines. Today’s class is mostly going to focus on trusting yourself and your balance - you are going to have to make a back flip on the trampolines. You aren't allowed to leave before you have succeeded with doing that."

Alex looked at the trampolines, a back flip? Are they being serious? Some of the people here doesn’t look like they have been doing anything more than sitting in their chairs for the last couple of years. How the heck are they supposed to do a back flip? She laughed slightly at the thought, she needed to see that it was going to be hilarious!

"If you see someone who needs help feel free to help that person, I'm going to help those who need extra attention since we don't want anyone getting hurt here at camp. When it comes to the boxing bags you can use them whenever you feel like you need to calm your nerves, they are going to be here all the time. And for the mats, you can fight there for this time. Let out all that you have left in you. That's it, no more fighting after this, these skills are here to balance yourselves and let everything out. After today the real lessons start."

Alex scratched her cheek and looked at the things, well yes she was angry at some people right now... but did she feel like fighting? No not really. She didn't even fight that much, well she did hit people sometimes... And kick them. But she never fought, at least she didn't think she did. So the boxing bags and the mats didn't feel that alluring, she didn't feel like getting beaten down at the moment. So naturally she went to the trampolines instead, it didn't seem that hard. If she was able to go down in bridge position she should be able to do a back flip on a trampoline right? She started jumping a little just to feel how it felt and prepared to do what they were assigned to do. But she didn't land on her feet’s, nor did she sit down on the ground after turning around in the air. Nope, she found herself lying down on her back on the trampoline just staring up at the ceiling. Well... this was harder than she had thought.

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#2014-08-29 20:52:41, as written by Ville.Sunfall

Putting two fingers inside his mouth, he let out a loud whistle. "Alright class listen up. You must at least attempt a backflip right now. So gather around the Six Spaced Trampoline. Only six at a time. And also. I changed my mind. None of you may leave until Everyone has made at least one back flip. So learn to work together and help each other out."

After saying that he smiled at everyone, holding his clipboard right in front of him. With a soft chuckle he walked over to the front doors and locked it with a huge thick pad lock that hung from one side of the door. The back door was also the same. "Bathrooms are to your right and snacks are to your left."

The day was still long and it was no where near night just yet. But already Karuko was tired and wanted to go to bed. Softly be mumbled to himself and headed back to the trampolines, sitting down on a chair that was their for just himself.

Quietly he went through his clipboard, softly rubbing his lips as he thought while he read. He was studying up on the list of peoples fears that are here before him. It always helped him with ideas and ways to help them, but other times it will turn for the worst. So think of ways that could help them, who knows. He though, has yet to fail to help someone, even if they didn't want help, he still did it.

Sliding his fingers from his lips he rubbed his jaw while glancing over his students. They really weren't bad kids. they were just kids who didn't know where to go in life. Kids who didn't have anyone to trust or fall on when they needed it. So the only thing was to rely on was this. Which was sad, but atleast they had a place to be.

Looking down his cleared his throat softly, touching his chin with his other arm crossed under and over his chest. His one leg crossed over the other and held the clipboard in his lap. "If any of you ever needed someone or something. You can talk to me or ask me, when ever you like, anytime of the day or night. Please don't any of you forget that. I understand that I am just a teacher, but I too was once where all of you are today. I at least understand this much. But if not me, talk to each other. Open up, this may very well be your only chance to let everything out."

With that he fell into silence, eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest. Slowly he looked up at everyone with his deep sky blue eyes, almost the color of a white blue. They were soft and caring, so they would understand that what he says is the truth and no lies within.

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#2014-09-01 03:36:56, as written by Naught

Hearing what his teacher had said on the intercom. "Great, just great." Not only did he have to stay here in order to not go to where any parent didn't want their child to go. But, he had class too? Skipping wasn't an option then? "Damn." He was going to starve if he didn't get into the lunch area on time? Then it would make a lot of sense to just leave and go into the town area and grab something to eat right? Nope, they couldn't leave the area. Three strikes? Really? Was this freaking kindergarten or something? Did he go back in time, to the time where he was abandoned and alone going to school because, the foster home required him to.

Omar sighed and rolled his eyes. Having enough of the area he was currently in he walked up to the bulletin board and looked for his name. Once he found it he read the number out loud, "One." Before going to his destination. Walking in to the bunker or whatever it was called here and threw his stuff onto a bed. Not really caring if the bed was taken or not, he just needed some rest and he hoped he'd get it. Plopping down on to his bed he sighed in relaxation but, he sort of missed his soft and comfy bed. Though he would never admit to it, he felt a bit homesick already. Since it had been his first home in several years. Well, other than the foster home. Closing his eyes, he needed some rest at the moment and he decided that he'd take a nap.

Looking around at what seemed like a heaven for the fittest, he crossed his arms and sighed listening as the teacher talked about what the activity was at the moment. "Fuck this." He mumbled under his breath and leaned against a wall. Actually, he didn't really have a problem with doing a back flip. He just didn't know how this of all things would help him with anything. Because, he likes to believe that if he has to do something, it'll be for his benefit and not for others. After a little bit he sighed, and stared at the trampolines. It interested him because, he's never seen a set up like this. So, he decided that he'd get on a trampoline and just stare down at it. He's actually never been on one before so, he was clearly excited to be on one and that was that.

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#2014-09-10 22:51:58, as written by Ville.Sunfall

Omar, was another kid that didn't talk much when he was here. Not even when Karuko went to search the rooms, they still didn't say much to each other. It was more of a in and out kind of situation. Yet, still the man interested Karuko, he was mysterious because he said nothing.

Glancing over at Aki, he seemed to have no problem doing a backflip. Taking note of this, Karuko thought to up the skilling on him. If this was easy and Aki trusted himself, it was only fair to test what else. And it also seemed that ever he was talking to Alex about, didn't look like it went very well. Karuko would have to watch those two more carefully, here on out.

Alot of work to do and camp had just started. Joyfulness is about to be blissed. There was something though that did interest Karuko, and that was the look on Kojou's face after playing around with Lyn. He was like a child, he had a kiddush way of showing his excitement, something that he didn't notice. But in all honesty, it didn't look bad at all on him. The guy was or is a very attractive person, he had alot going for him, so why did it turn out that he had to end up here? Of course Karuko knew why it was, but he never knew, why, He never knew Kojou's why.

Karuko narrowed his eyes slightly, he could hear Aki and alex starting to get a little loud and when Aki had told Alex that she had a..'stick up her butt(ass)', this had slightly angered him. He never liked it when men mistreat women no matter how they look or treat us men, sometimes. It was inappropriate. Yes the fact was, that he heard it all, the whole conversation. And despite people talking or doing what they needed to do, Karuko had Hawk ears. This was one moment that he didn't wish to hear.

Getting up from his seat he ignored what the others were doing and casually walked over to Alex. Sitting down next to her. he stared at the trampolines. And at the people trying to attempt a backflip. "I wouldn't put it to heart, things like this were difficult even for myself." He smiled softly at Alex tilting his head a little. He was referring to the trampoline but a bit towards Aki as well.

Leaning in a bit, he lowered his voice into a light whisper that only she could hear."The trick is to relax and trust yourself. Sometimes it helps to just close your eyes and let your body just go with it. Karuko laughed and smiled his easy going smile, his pure white perfect teeth showed and it seemed to make his eyes bluer. "I mean the back flip of course.

"Hey,...I might be a teacher, but if there is something wrong, or you are being harassed. Let me know and Ill take care of it. Secretly of course, so you wont look like a tattle tale. He patted her head softly. Her hair was a bit rough, but still soft by the roots. And now that he got a better look at her, she was a bit of a cutie. Just like a small baby fox or kitten. She also had feature of a child, it suited her too.

It amazed him sometimes how teens could look so cute, but act how they did. Of course he was once one of them as well, but still, it did amaze him everytime. They could be doing better, even if their lives are the worse, why wouldn't they try bettering themselves? It was hard but worth it in the end.

Taking his attention away from Alex, just to smile at Noda and Lyn. As his way of saying hello to them. If you actually looked at it, Karuko could be mistake for a teen here at this place, the only thing that made him seem like a teacher was his clipboard and whistle. If that. He was getting up there in age, but never did he once look it.

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#2015-07-28 12:21:09, as written by Lyysa

[Lyysa's last post]

It was over, she had tried but it didn't work. All the efforts she needed to succeed, all the pressure on her that she needed to succeed. The expectations she wasn't able to reach. People disappearing, dropping out of the camp like flies. And now it was her turn. Perhaps it was her time to give up now, yeah she had already given up. When she skipped the class she knew she had given up already. It could had been so easy, just get over there and do the stupid assignment that the teacher wanted them to do. But she didn't. Instead she skipped it. Playing around. Doing nothing at all. At that moment she knew she had given up.

And now there was nothing more she could do. It was over. She stood there by the front gate to the camp with her bags packed and knew she had to head out once more. Knew that she had screwed up. That her future in this country was over. Now she had no reason to stay here anymore, or she couldn't. She had failed her classes, she had failed the camp. Now the only thing she could do was to return to her parents with her tail between her legs and ask them to let her follow them to wherever they wanted to go next. Where she could start anew.

She didn't know where it would be. But it wouldn't be like this. But she would miss this place, the people she had met here. The conversations she had with them, their way of thinking and acting. It was a funny bunch. But no one was there to wish her goodbye, why would they wish her goodbye? She was just someone they had met and spent some time with. They had laughed, argued, tried so hard together. But no one was there to tell her goodbye.

Did she think someone of them would be able to finish the camp and succeed? No. She thought that every one of them would one by one drop out. Leave the others behind, standing here where she stood now and look at the camp ground. Wondering where everyone was. Why no one came to give them one last hug goodbye. She knew that everyone would fail, even if they tried their hardest nothing would work because that was who they were. People that gave up to easily, that was how they ended up in here in the first place. And no one would be able to do anything about that.

They were quitters, every single one of them. Even if they tried it was in their DNA. She knew that now because she had fallen down the rabbit hole herself. Even if she had hoped she wouldn't but it was over, gone, nothing left she could do. At some point the only thing you could do was admit defeat and that was what she did now.

So with her hands outstretched into the air she waved goodbye to the camp and the people inside of it, grinning wildly to hide the sadness within, "Bye! I will not miss you guys! Or I will probably miss you! Alright I admit it, I will miss you guys soo much! You were awesome! So stay awesome!" In the end she didn't know what more she could say so she just go quiet and stood there for a while, waiting to see if someone would come and give her a hug now. But in the end she just shrugged and walked out through the gate.

Once outside she glanced back towards the campground, her earlier grin completely gone. What was left was nothing but a sad look in her eyes, she knew she would miss this place. But she walked away from it, not glancing behind her once more, no more longing looks for what once was. Now she could only focus on what was in front of her instead. Probably something that was just as fun but not nearly as troublesome.

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#2015-07-28 17:16:48, as written by SugarCoatedVanilla

Kamiko Inokira

The times she had there had been the shortest. She honestly didn't know what to do, and even despite everything she still had no one. She sighed to herself quietly holding her cat and her backpack walking towards the front gate. Everything seemed to just vanish and she closed her eyes trying her best not to cry about it all. She came here a fireball just waiting to get extinguished and pushed everyone away from her. She wished she hadn't made those mistakes and actually has someone she would consider to be a friend.

A small smile was on her face as she saw the girl leaving, she wished that she could be that happy about things, b it would never work out that way for her. She ran up and grabbed onto the girls shirt holding her there. "There isn't anymore? I was put here to make friends, but it was a horrible mistake. I didn't make any and I haven't gotten any better." She huffed out. looking at the sky not really knowing what to say. "I don't want to go home... They don't want me home either." Her final words slipped out and all she did was slip into the forest. She wouldn't be going home anytime soon. That would best thing she could have wanted, but everything ends up like this and there was no helping it despite what she could have ever wanted.

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#2015-08-02 01:45:04, as written by CJL1290

A dull "thud" echoed throughout the gym as Lynda sunk her fist into a punching bag over and over. Her luggage sat against the wall nearby and the gym was devoid of life except for her. The camp has been almost cleared out by now.

It had failed. Too many people disappeared or were kicked out for breaking the rules. This camp was everyone's last chance; a chance to turn their lives around, for a better future. But it failed, coming to a screeching halt, crashing and burning taking everyone on board with it. Including her.

Gritting her teeth, Lynda let another right connect with the bag, rocking on it's suspended chain as the force near tore it off completely. Her knuckles were going numb. It felt like she was here for hours, doing nothing but hitting this bag. At first, it was to give her something to do until her parents arrived to pick her up, then it turned into full blown venting. Wiping sweat from her brow, she clenched her fist and winded up. The last one she would ever get. All of her frustrations were stored inside her fist in an attempt to let out all of it.

As hard as she could, she threw her fist at a dizzying speed topped with a cry of anger and frustration from Lynda herself, slamming into the already well used bag. The echo easily surpassed the volume of the other punches, and the poor bag bent to the shape of her the impact before it flew backwards and crashed against the wall, snapping the chain that supported it.

For a moment, all that could be heard was Lynda's panting as she observed her accidental vandalism. For once she didn't care; Not about the rules, not about the property, and surely not about a camp that wasted her time and screwed her over along with the others.

Slinging her bag over her shoulder and grabbing her other one, she pushed out of the gym's front door and headed to the front gate, where her undoubtedly irate parents were waiting for her. It didn't matter if Lynda had done anything wrong herself; her parents would take this as a failure under her account, and punish her as such. Fun.

She near dragged her feet as the gate got closer. Where did it all go wrong? Fay, Kojou, everyone else... she had a feeling that this summer could've been better, maybe even great, but not now. Now everyone's summer, and possibly even their futures, were ruined. It wasn't fair. This camp was all they had left, and it couldn't even hold itself together.

"Damn it..." She cursed under her breath. She couldn't even say bye to her own roommate who had left before she had a chance to see her.

Arriving at the gate, she heard a voice, surprised that there was still anyone here. Her parents had just arrived and pulled up next to her, but that isn't where it came from.

"Bye! I will not miss you guys! Or I will probably miss you! Alright I admit it, I will miss you guys soo much! You were awesome! So stay awesome!"

"Alex?!" She's still here?"

There she was, walking away from the camp while that new girl who attacked that other one caught up to her, saying something that she was too far out of earshot to hear. She wanted to call out to them, finally say her goodbyes. Her father had other plans.

"Lynda Romaine! In the car! Now!"

Lynda's attention turned towards her parents car once more, as her father opened the backdoor and pointed inside. His face showed utter disappointment and frustration, her mother's almost the same. Nodding in obedience, she stepped inside as her father put her luggage in the trunk and damn near slammed it closed, causing her to wince at the sound. As he drove off, Lynda looked out the window one last time, and saw the camp getting smaller and smaller into the distance, Alex and the other girl looked no bigger than a dot before disappearing.

With a small sigh she sunk into her seat, preparing for the biggest lecture she had ever received from her parents when she got home.

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Omar Cunningham

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