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Welcome to Rehab

Welcome to Rehab

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Is it a choice, or just something you had to do to save yourself? Welcome to Rehab. You control if you turn your life around, or fall back into the same pattern. (FULL!)

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Introduction

You're sick. Whether it's in the mind, body, or soul, you're just not right. Something about you if horribly wrong. You want to help yourself sometimes. At other times, you lie to yourself and others around you, that you're in perfect condition. But finally, you realize it's out of hand. The people around you notice, too. You admit yourself into a rehabilitation center that has been called one of the best in the country. And it's right along a beach, so you should be able to recreate your life before your addiction. You hope with all your soul. You don't get another chance. This is it.
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You know, that this is your last chance to help yourself. You can't bare to watch yourself fall. You've already started to. There is no other life you can switch to. You have to face the facts; your addiction is killing you. And it's time that you took control over it now.

CHARACTERS.
Girls:
1. The drink addict. Tell her a drink, and she's probably drunk it more than 10 times, even if it's rare. Vodka, booze, shots. The heaviest of drinks is what she will down in seconds, and more than one of it. (Taken by Madmosielle)

2. The sex addict. She can't get enough of the thing she promised to save herself for until marriage as a little girl. She just can't stop herself. She's becoming nothing but a used shell. (Taken by Me)

3. The druggie. Pops at least 10 pills a day. Likes how they give her a numbing effect, let's her brain escape the hellhole its trapped in. Finds serenity in the effect of the drugs. Constantly waking up with a pounding head and a thick heart. (Taken by emotionless)

4. Additional character, taken by TheSilverProject.

Guys:
1. The sex addict. He can't get enough of the thing he promised to only do on rare occasions. He just can't stop himself. He's becoming nothing but a used shell. Girls stop by, get what they want from him, and leave him feeling drained and used. (Taken by AnimeGirl)

2. The druggie. Pops at least 10 pills a day. Likes how they give him a numbing effect, let's his brain escape the hellhole its trapped in. Finds serenity in the effect of the drugs. Constantly waking up with a pounding head and a thick heart. Sometimes, waking up with a unknown female. (Taken by Annalysa Jones)

3. The drink addict. Tell him about a drink, and he's probably drunk it more than 10 times, even if it's rare. Vodka, booze, shots. The heaviest of drinks is what he will down in seconds, and more than one of it. Usually takes shots by the dozens. (Taken by Jaxson)

4. Additional character, taken by manged.



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[b]My name is:[/b] First name, middle, last

[b]But I am known as:[/b] nickname

[b]I am this many:[/b] Age (16-20)

[b]My place at the party:[/b] Party starter or party goer?

[b]I like:[/b] At least five

[b]I dislike:[/b] Same as likes, At least five

[b]I am known to be a bit like this:[/b] personality

[b]If you were to describe me to a blind man:[/b] Written Appearance, or just say look to pictures.

[b]The reason why I'm here:[/b] be descriptive

[b]My past in a nutshell:[/b] very brief description, but make sure you include how their addiction got started[/font]


Nothing for the Personality, Equipment, or History boxes.

Toggle Rules

  • - Golden rule thing- I HATE REJECTING PEOPLE. If you really want to be in the RP and all other options are filled, PM me and I might be able to help.
  • - PG-13. You do know your limits people.
  • - See those tags up there at the very top of the page? See "love" and "romance"? These are teenagers, peeps. NO NUNS. ;)
  • - Please, while we're starting, post at least three LINES. Not sentences. Please.
  • - Let me know if you're leaving for a while.
  • - When the roleplay is dying, please don't just abandon your character right away. Wait a little bit and see if it can be saved.
  • - While the roleplay is first starting, please make sure you are constantly keeping up with the conversation and making sure you're responding to whoever is talking to you.
  • - Girl One and Guy One don't have to be together, and I didn't make it so that they were. Just, love whoever you want to love. Heck, girls can even go with girls. This is OUR roleplay people. We bond together to make this bitch successful.
  • - I allow and encourage some cursing, but no crazy potty mouth girl.
  • - You like steamy romance stuff? Well, that's cool, I do too. Wow I sound like a perv. e.e. BUT if it gets too steamy, take it to that thing called a PM loves.
  • - I UNDERSTAND WRITERS BLOCK LOVELIES. Just don't make it a habit Mr. Rabbit ;)
  • - This should go without saying but... HAVE A BUNCH OF FUN AND ENJOY MY AHMAZIN RP ;)))))

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Layla


It was that time. Layla could feel the dread filling her heart. She know she needed help. But these group meetings? Where she had to let her business out to everyone, going into extreme detail of all the branches of her addictions? It was embarassing. Layla couldn't think of a better word to put it. But admitting your addiction was one of the easiest ways to overcome it. Well, that's what her coach said. It would be their first meeting, so it would probably be mainly introductions and backgrounds. But it could be different. Could be worse. Their first opinions of her would probably be along the lines of 'slut', or 'whore'. Layla tried not to think about it so hard, running one hand through her long, black locks. She sat back in the la-z-boy, her light eyes scanning the room quickly.

There would be others, Layla knew. But not very many with her problem. No, no, no. See, her addiction was rare. Most people didn't believe her when she first told them. But it was true. It was painful to admit, but true. She couldn't hide it anymore. People wanted to help her, and she needed it. People said they were praying for her. She didn't see anything coming out of that so far. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, staring at the light blue door that was to open at any second, telling her to come in the room, sit with a bunch of strangers, and spill her heart.

Layla pulled at her white pencil skirt. She had tried to dress her nicest, putting on a fancy shirt that someone had bought her a few years back. She wanted to make a good impression on these people. She didn't want them to know her secret before she put it out there. She toyed with the edges of her wavy hair, fidgeting nervously. She hit her black pumps up against each other, and her head snapped up at the sound of the door being open. It was a nicer man, probably in his early 50's, smiling at her and opening the door wider.

"Come in." He said softly. Layla quickly stood up, brushing her skirt against her long legs, before smiling at him briefly and stepping past him into the room. She looked around the crowd of people, all those who she would have never expected had an addiction or a problem. She took a seat in between a guy with blonde hair and a girl with cat eyes. She smiled at them as nice as she could, before she started drumming her black fingernails against her white skirt nervously. She wasn't good with formal introductions or meetings. And this was a mixture of both.

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A girl with a white pencil skirt and black wavy hair sat in between him and another girl. Jaxson noticed that she looked nervous. Don’t worry, you’re not the only one, he thought. He drummed his fingers against the arm of the chair and leaned back in it, sighing quietly. The meeting should start soon. He figured that it would be better to get the first session over with. First impressions were never his forte. He wondered why the girl was here. Jaxson knew that if people got close enough to him, they could smell the drinks. It was pretty obvious. But at least he had accepted the name for it, which had been a big step for him. So the rest of it seemed like it wouldn’t be too hard. Well, getting rid of the addiction would be living Hell, but talking wouldn’t be too hard. It wasn’t like people could make fun of him; they all had their shit to deal with too.

Jaxson looked at the small clock that said the time. He had been in there for only five minutes but it felt like five hours. And damn he wanted a drink… But that was why he was here in the first place. Jaxson stopped drumming his fingers and gently gripped the arm of the chair instead.

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Capri


"Leonarda dear, you can go in now."Capri snapped her head up, her dark sunglasses nearly shooting off her head as she stared straight towards the blonde woman who was addressing her."Ah if were going to be friend Christi, don't call me Leonarda alright?Leo or Capri. I'm no female Da Vinci." She'd allowe her lips to spread apart,revealing her white teeth at the blonde who was nodding in response to her statement. Capri would let out a deep sigh before lifting herself off the rather comfy couch in the waiting room, walking towards the "counseling" room and opening the door up to see a few people already inside. First, she noticed a pretty brunette wearing a relatively conservative outfit despite the fact that there was no way she could look conservative in it. The other person she noticed was a blonde guy next to her.

The redhead would stare down at her own outfitand smirk.She didn't even attempt to look conservative. Hell even if she wanted to she didn't own anything that didn't offend at least one person on the planet. Her "Fuck off" shirt was her favorite, and she sort of hoped it might keep anyone but the doc away from her.

Her boots made a clacking sound agaisnt the floor and she grabbed a chair,twirling it before she straddled it from the opposite way it was meant to be sat on."So.".

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Deidre found herself waiting to be called. She was never much of a patient person so it was hard. She forced herself to sit still and not fidget. She was here for help, not to think about the OxyContin in her purse which sat in her apartment, or the Lortabs and Norco's in her bathroom...the things that would stop her pain and anxcity. she stood and started to leave when she was called. she glanced at the woman guiltily a s she smoothed down her outfit, a simple black dress and heels.
"Deidre its time" the woman said with a smile. D almost felt like crying. Could she do this? she doubted it but her friends and family believed in her. they needed her to get better. She nodded to the woman and stepped though the doors her eyes strait ahead.
"have a seat dear" the woman said, so Deidre sat in a chair close to a girl in a nice skirt and very cute pumps. the thought that she was noticing others shoe's made her smile because that meant she wasnt thinking about pills. Her mind switched to a new track. She had only turned 20 a few days ago, and that was still a shock to her considering she felt like she was 120 now a days. She looked around the room and did her best to not make eye contact and not disturb anyone as she let her thoughts roam.

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Donovan walked into the room with a vest-type shirt on and some jeans, he looked around at the others in the room and he figured if the real world were like a cartoon, he'd be imagining them all as giant pills. He took a deep breath and proceeded over to the group and sat down, not really too curious about who was sitting on either side of him, he only had one thing on his mind at the moment, and it definitely wasn't that group of people.

He looked up to the ceiling, "damn, i could really use some right now," he thought to himself, just thinking about it; at this point he would take anything. See, he wouldn't just pop pills, if he couldn't find any that he could get, he would turn to drugs at well; his body needed a high and he chose to get it any way he could, and he knew it was slowly getting worse, which was why he came to get help.

He folded his arms over his chest as he looked straight ahead, eyes not really staring at anything in particular, which would be quite noticeable if you chose to look at him. He just wanted to get this ession over with, maybe it would get his mind of things, but he doubted it.

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Demiana walked out into the hall, having ignored her new "clothing policy". When confronted by one of the workers, she glared and kept on walking. "I'll wear whatever the hell I want." She had rights, and her outfit (complete with gloves that reached her elbows) supported that fact. Practically bursting into the room, Dem groaned at the amount of people, taking a seat next to a blonde young man with an obvious drinking problem. "So, are we gonna get this shit over with or what?"

[OOC: Ok, so this isn't quite revealed... she was in a mental institution, and the only other option was rehab, so she stays there 24/7 under "watch". Of course, she just got there. Hooray!]

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Chuck's frail chest puffed up with lungs full of stale, rehab center oxygen. He cracked his neck a few times and bounced in place, as if he were about to enter the ring of a boxing match. Yet, this would be far more of a challenge than any physical fight.

Swinging the door open slowly with his trembling hands, Chuck dragged his legs to the closest available seat to the door. His eyes stayed fixated on his wobbling knees as he sat down, his shoulders slumping forward and his spine caving into himself. His fingers pushed his lengthy hair behind his ear. His teeth chattered.

Fucking chill out, man! Chuck scolded himself internally. Why did he have to be such a worrywart?

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Layla looked around the room full of people, bouncing her pumps nervously. They didn't look like they had problems. Only if you looked really close, could you tell that the slightest thing might be wrong with them. It seemed as if she was the only person who tried to dress up for their first meeting. She coughed quietly, embarrassed, before looking down at the white fabric of her short pencil skirt. Of course she had tried to go over the top. Now, she just looked like an idiot. Sitting in a room full of people, all of them wearing casual clothes, while she was trying to be Miss America. She placed her hands underneath her chin, rested her elbows on her knee, and placed her head in her hand, waiting for the rehab coach to walk in.

As soon as he did, Layla's head snapped up. It was the same guy that had invited her into the room. She moved her hands from underneath her chin, and uncrossed her legs, smoothing out her skirt. Why was she so jittery? She usually was never like this. Always being the calm and collected type. Well, then again, this was her first day and official meeting here in Spencer Recovery Center. She looked around the brightly colored room, before her eyes settled back on the coach. This man could help her overcome her addiction. She watched as he took a seat and smiled at everyone around the room, before folding his hands in his lap and leaning forward to look at each one of them. Layla gulped deeply.

"I'm Doctor Bryan. This place can be a waste of your time, or the thing that saves you. I'm going to do everything in my power to help each and every one of you to be the person you're striving for. No one's forcing you to be here. This is your choice. Your last chance at helping yourself, and those around you. Now, I want everyone to look around the room at the people surrounding you. Go on." The coach said. Layla quickly glanced at each one of the people in the room, before her eyes settled back on the coach.

"These people might be the helping hand you need to get back on track, also. I don't want any fights or problems. Now that we've gotten past that, I want each of you to announce your addiction or problem. In front of everyone. This will be the first step to recovery. Publicly admitting your addiction." He said. He one again looked at each person in the room, before his eyes settled on Layla. She took a deep breath, dreading the words she knew he would say next.

"You. Why don't you go first? And also, please say your name to everyone before you admit your problem." He said with a gentle smile. Layla's heart felt hollow. But she sat up straighter and cleared her throat, looking at everyone in the room before smiling at them quickly, nervously pushing her hair back from her face only to have it fall back over her left eye.

"Hi," She said quickly, in a breathly way. "I'm Layla Marx. And...I do have an addiction." Layla said slowly, not wanting to admit it. Her cheeks were flaming red. She looked at Doctor Bryan for conformation, before he nodded for her to keep going. She nodded also, looking down at her lap as she finished her statement.

"I'm addicted to...to...um, sex." Layla said quickly, before blushing even deeper and staring at her lap. Her head and heart were pounding with embarrassment. She already knew what most people in the room already thought of her.

"Thank you for sharing Layla. Next?" Doctor Bryan asked, this time offering a volunteer to go. "Someone speak now, or I'll choose again." Layla let out a thick breath of air that she had been holding it. It smelled like the spearmint gum she was chewing.

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Jaxson hadn’t thought it to even be possible for someone to be addicted to sex. Apparently it was. The doctor told someone else to speak up. Well you’re going to have to admit it eventually. Jaxson raised his hand slightly, as if he wasn’t sure whether or not he wanted to talk. It was too late to change his mind, and the doctor had called on him. “My name is Jaxson Carter and,” he paused. Okay, maybe the girl did have the right to get nervous. “I am addicted to drinks.” There…that wasn’t so bad. They didn’t suddenly run at him with pitchforks. He quietly and slowly released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Hah, and he thought that people acting like this in television shows was just made-up.

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After Jaxson had spoken, the tension in Chuck's muscles slowly relaxed. He was relieved to not be the only alcohol addict in the room. In chuck's eyes, an alcoholic was always the middle aged, miserable sloven who had given up on life. It was nice to see another seemingly normal guy share his problem.

Once Jaxson introduced himself, the attention seemed to circle around the room like a gun's revolver which landed squarely on his unsuspecting self.

"Erm, yeah. I'm Chuck... Porter and I'm an alcoholic." He twisted his face and shrugged his shoulders, sinking back into his chair. He noticed everyone's eyes on him and all he wanted to do was crawl into the fetal position.

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Demiana, who'd been called on after the drunk kid, glared at the therapist. "Now listen up, Doc. I don't know about these guys, but I didn't have very much of a choice when it came to being here, now did I? So don't think for one - " Getting ahold of herself, she became practically expressionless, and smirked at the doctor. "You know what? I'm sure you'll hear more about this from me later, so I'll letcha off the hook." Turning to the group, she leaned back and studied the others for a moment. So far they had two drinkers and a sex addict, and Dem was pretty sure that at least one was a junkie... she was beginning to think this might be an interesting group of people after all. She looked straight at the therapist and began to speak, her voice eerily indifferent and calm. "Everyone here is a pitiful, screwed up addict of some form of another, so it goes without saying that I am as well. Why am I here? Well, your own words, Doctor Brian... 'a classic case of self destructive activities, both physically, mentally, and socially'... among other things, but this is just for addiction, right? Oh, and I'm Dem." Dem had a truly amazing memory.

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Capri would let out a small yawn as she watched the others in the room give their names and addictions.She watched the pretty dressed up one, Layla grow red as she told everyone in the room she was addicted to sex. Capri would only sniff and tilt her head while silently watching her and after a few seconds and a couple more names and small speeches ( the one called Dem spoke the longest), Dr. Bryans gaze shifted onto her."Oh my turn? Well I'm Leonarda Jones, but I'd prefer everyone call me Capri. I'm also a booze hound so nothing special. Oh, and I had a choice to come here. Kinda." She would wave her hand in a gentle manner towards everyone before reaching her hand into her purse and pulling out a large box of strawberry Nerds.

While she watched everyone she would every once in awhile pour a small amount into her pale hand and pop them into her mouth. She'd been eating these since she was a kid, but since she was now attending rehab and the gnawing sensation of wanting to drink had risen while speak, this was one of the few ways she could sort of make it disappear. She just hoped she wasn't going to end up with cavities.


"So. When do we find out who were rooming with anyway Doc?" She asked, raising her sunglasses so her heavily black eye lined eyes were exposed, showing the light blue color beneath them.

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Deidre looked around and realized almost everyone had told about themselves. she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Im Deidre... a Pill addict" She said quietly.
she wasnt sure if anyone had heard, and she didnt nessisarily mean for it to be that way, she just want the type to yell about how fucked in the head she was. she didnt know why the other girl was so...angry about being here. Deidre knew it was her last chance before death took a grip on her. she wasnt suicidal so she knew she had to be here.

So there where 3 alcholics, a sex addict and a self destructive girl...and herself...the pill popper. She almost smiled. so she wasnt the only screwed up one.

'thank god' she thought to herself with a mental sigh of relief.

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Donovan had just been sitting there, listening to the others talk about their little problems, he noted all of them, though to someone watching him, it would look as if his attention were to the stars in space. He was in one of his moods, he needed some kind of drug, and he needed it soon. But as soon as he heard the female, Deidre, say that she was a pill addict, his expressionless face turned upward to a smile. Turning his head in her direction he gave her a more than happy thumbs up, "i think i'll take this crowd from here."

He leaned forward his his chair and looked at the therapist, "well...last time i checked my name was Donovan, but everybody just calls me Donny," he paused for a moment then looked at everyone then shrugged, "hmmm, too much television for me i suppose, i was looking forward to everyone saying 'hello Donny' with their overly happy smiles." He then looked back up at the ceiling, his face becoming expressionless again, "i suppose you can call Deidre here my addiction sister, since we have the same issue it seems. But of course, i might beat her in the long run, seeing as, if i can get my precious pills, i turn to illegal substances."

With this, his eyes scanned the room once more, he figured that these people would find him rather odd, not for his addiction, but for the fact that he didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that he was there. Which he didn't, it was better than his friends having to see him like this, and since none of these people where his friends, he wouldn't care if they saw him crash in burn. Fore, at this moment in time, he was just Donovan to them, Donovan the pill popping drug addict.

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Layla listened closely as everyone admitted their addiction. None like hers. She gulped deeply, feeling hollow in the pit of her stomach. Of course not. No one was a freak like her. They all had problems that they could share and understand each other. But she wouldn't have anyone to discuss her problem with. Because she doubted they would understand just how it all starts, how it becomes so addicting, how it roots deep in your mind and body and controls you. How you act on impulse. They might understand some of that. But not all.

Doctor Bryan nodded as each person announced their addiction, before folding his hands together in his lap and leaning back in his chair. He looked around the circle of people surrounding him, before clearing his throat quietly.

"Thank you for all being so willing to admit your addiction. Well, almost all," Dr. Bryan said with a quick glance at Demiana. "I guess now I should tell you your room pairings. Demiana and Donovan, you're in room 210. Capri and Chuck, in room 211. Layla, Jaxson, and Diedre, room 212/213. Don't worry, the room with the three. Your room has a door to theirs, Diedre, so you can open it and go anywhere you like. Any room is open to you." He said with a smile. "Now, off you go. Welcome to Spencer Recovery." He said before standing up and turning, closing the door behind him.

Layla looked around quickly before standing up, brushing of her skirt and walking towards the door that Dr. Bryan left out of. She left it open, waiting for other people to leave the room. She looked around before she found her two black and white stripped suitcases, with her silver bag. She placed the suitcases in both hands, before throwing the bag over her right shoulder. She rolled the bags, looking up at the room numbers that she passed, to make sure that she would arrive at the right one. Once she did, she gently reached in the elastic of her skirt for the key she was given when she first arrived. She slid it easily into the door, before twisting the doorknob and pushing it open.

Layla's eyes widened as she took in the beautiful room. The setup, the way the window had a perfect view of the ocean, was perfect. Was better than any hotel she had stayed at. She walked to the bed by the window, setting her suitcases down in the corner beside it.

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Chuck was surprised that they let opposite sexes room together, but he didn't complain. Capri caught his eye and he flashed her a weak, nervous smile, shielded behind the strands of hair that covered his face. He wondered if her nickname was a play off of Leonardo DiCaprio and cackled quietly to himself.

As everyone stood up and exited, he followed behind, lugging his backpack on his shoulder.

"Room 211... 211.. .211" He chanted under his breath, when his eyes scanned the hallways. There it was. So sleek and luxurious.. to him at least. Chuck was used to a more rustic lifestyle on the farm.

He flung his bag onto the bed closest to the window and began to unpack. He couldn't help but gaze out the window every few seconds. Was this rehab or a vacation?
Again, he laughed a little as he put away his belongings and then wandered into the bathroom for a quick drink of water.

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So he planned on letting a sex addict and an alcoholic stay in the same room. Wise choices these so called Doctors made, Capri thought with a small chuckle escaping from her lips. Capri raised her head and sniffed the air lightly when Dr. Bryan informed everyone of the room situation. Capri glanced over to where the long haired Chuck was, her eyes briefly meeting his and blinked when he smiled. She gave a small nod in return and then allowed herself up from her seat when Bryan stopped speaking. She followed silently behind her new roommate as he looked for the room, and when he opened the door the redhead couldn't help but let out a long appreciative whistle.

"Well damn. This place sure beats my shitty apartment." She would mumble as she walked over towards her bed and threw her suitcase on top.The open window would create a nice breeze that helped brighten the girls overall attitude. Maybe this was rehab, but that didn't mean it had to be bad did it? The Doctor guy seemed relatively cool, as did the nurses and other counselors and that.

While thinking, she would carefully tilt her head to watch the long haired man walked to the bathroom, his hair swinging behind him.Already she was envious of his dark long hair that looked much softer then hers. She'd have to look and see what conditioner he used, because no way in hell would she ever be able to have less attractive hair then a guy.

What would her mother say?

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Donovan was a bit surprised at the fact that he was rooming with a girl, thinking that the doctor had a pretty strange way of handling things there, but he just shrugged it off. He didn't really mind the fact that he was going to be rooming with a female, so he saw no need to take a second thought on it. He got up from his seat and headed out and to the room the doctor had named as the one he would be in.

He walked into the room and noticed that his roommate had already had her things in there beforehand. He placed his bag on the bed that wasn't taken by the female and began to look through it, seeing as he had packed it up when he was on one of his trips so he really didn't remember exactly what he had packed, he just hoped it wasn't anything stupid.

As he searched through it he sighed in relief as he found that the things he had packed were actually really decent; with this he began to put away his clothing, as he folded up a pair of pants to put away, he noticed the edge of a bag sticking out of one of the pockets and he smirked to himself and put the pants away, leaving the bag in it, he needed some now, but he wanted to see how long he could go without cracking. He had a feeling it wouldn't be very long though.

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Deidre walked into her room with a sigh, leaving her door open. She was sorta sharing with a girl and a guy...which she found strange but not bad. she liked the company of men more than women anyways, but not for the usual reasons. Men were usually simple in emotions and usually had simple answers women just didnt see. She felt better connected to them than girls....that and girls just really didnt like her. she almost smiled at the thought, but was clutched with the overwhelming lonely-ness. her first thought was Oxycodone or Paxil....something to numb the ache.
"Everything will be fine Deidre...you dont need the drugs...it will be okay..." she chanted to herself as tears sprang to her eyes and her shoulders hunched as if she was trying to protect herself from the world. she rubbed her eyes quickly and started unpacking, though she felt herself crying she couldnt stop. her form shook with sobs she stiffled and her vision blurred with the constant falling tears. Her hands where clenched so tightly she felt her tails biting into her palms.
"stop...stop...stop..." she muttered to herself as she tried to gain control of herself.

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Back in room 211, Chuck chortled softly at Capri's remark. "Tell me about it," he sighed as his bottom lip met the rim of the Styrofoam cup. "As much as I don't wanna be here, this place is pretty sick."

He gulped and wiped the residual water droplets from the side of his mouth, looking back into the bedroom only to see her admiring his hair. It was something he was used to. He couldn't go at least one day in public without getting a compliment (and possibly a phone number) from a cute girl.

"I hope we get the chance to actually go out on that beach, you know? I can't remember the last time I was this close to the ocean. Fucking gorgeous." Chuck was surprised that he had already said this much, especially while sober. He supposed that he just felt comfortable, knowing that everyone here was on the same boat as he.

His fingers combed through his hair and he wandered back into the bedroom, visually absorbing in the entire setting as he plopped himself onto the bed. He snuggled his tush into the soft mattress and propped his feet up, letting out a loud exhale.

"Oh, and sorry in advance if I snore a little," his cheeks blushed.

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Well I’ll be damned, Jaxson thought appreciatively when he saw the room. He went inside immediately. Jaxson wondered how they could afford such a place, and why they made it so nice anyways. There weren’t giant nurses toting needles around, and the lights weren’t blindingly white. It was like the best hotel mixed with the most amazing mansion to ever be built. Jaxson put his bags down and then it hit him. Wait, he would be rooming with…a girl? What the fuck was going through the doctor’s mind when he made that up!? He glanced at the girl. What was her addiction? Not that it mattered that much, but it still would be nice to know.

Wait, that was…Layla, wasn’t it? Yeah, and she was a sex addict. Oh, well that’s not too-A SEX ADDICT!? And he would be rooming with her… “Okay,” he decided and put his bags down. He carried one to the bed that was closest to the place he was standing at. Jaxson threw it down and unzipped it, eager to get his stuff put away so he can go do something else. Also, he really just wanted something to distract him from the…drinks. There had to be some here. The nurses probably had a stash. He could take a car out of here and buy some. Hit a club.

See psycho this is why you’re here.

He looked over at Layla again as he took some clothes out and put them in the dresser closest to him. “So, you’re my roommate then. Nice to meet you Layla.”

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"As much as I don't wanna be here, this place is pretty sick."

Capri couldn't have said it better herself in all honesty. The place did look rather bad and bode to her, but then again any place that wasn't the shit hole she was used to probably would have looked great. She watched him finish his drink and then glance back at her, causing the redhead to smile and glance away at her bags.He continued speaking, and as he mentioned the ocean Capri would nod her head enthusiastically.

"Closes I've been to the ocean was visiting Maine. Though that water isn't the type you wanna walk in wearing a bikini." She shot him a small grin as she continued unpacking, letting out a final contended sigh when she realized that she was finished. She didn't bring a vast amount of clothes, saving up some money to possibly go shopping while here if they would allow her too.

Capri's eyes would follow Chuck as he jumped onto his bed."Oh, and sorry in advance if I snore a little," . Capri let out a small chuckle before reaching up to run her own fingers through her hair, briefly glancing at her nails and nail beds and cursing herself for going so long without a good manicure."Don't worry.That's what Mozarts for." She would release her hair from her fingers, watching as it casually fell through them before pointing towards her bed where her iPod was."I brought my keyboard to..practice with whenever I'm feeling ansty as well as my tunes.It's somewhere in the car I'm guessing. Hope you don't mind.

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Demiana sat there for a moment, her eyes trailing the rest of the group before turning to glare at the doctor. Grabbing her jacket, she walked hastily out of the room and down the hall. She threw her jacket on the floor next to her bed, exhaling as she lay down. "Might as well make yourself comfortable." Her expressionless face was suddenly flooded with curiousity and intrigue, and she turned her head to look at the stranger. "Your a druggie, right? Huh... did you come here willingly or what?"

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Layla smiled as Jaxson came up to her, and she reached out her hand for a shake. This place shouldn't be that bad, after all, it had a beautiful setting, and it wasn't old. Oh, and there weren't 'STAY DRUG FREE', and 'SAVE YOURSELF' posters covering the walls. Layla hated that shit. It was pointless. Like a 2 cent poster was really going to change her. They better think twice on that one.

"Nice to meet you to," She said with a soft smile. Not wanting him to think negatively of her, she quickly added to her first sentence. "And a lot of people freak out when they hear about my...problem, but don't worry. I'm not going to try and rape you or pressure you into anything...I'm just gonna shut up now." She said, before looking at the ground, her cheeks pink, as her long black hair fell over her face. She quickly turned around and sat on the edge of her bed, and started to unpack her suitcase.

She heard the girl Demiana before she saw her, and she turned around when she did. Layla heard Demiana ask Jaxson if he was a druggie, and if he had come there willingly, and Layla frowned slightly. She didn't want anyone to feel awkward, and questions like that would probably make someone feel just that. Then again, Demiana didn't seem like your normal girl. But Layla couldn't judge, could she? A young and beautiful girl full of life, who throws her body away to anyone who wants it.

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Re: [OOC] Rehabilitation

I'm willing to try to resurrect the rp if you guys are. We just need a post from a few people and we'll be back in no time.

Re: [OOC] Rehabilitation

Did this die? Because I was quite liking using my character. D:

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You guys there? Don't want this RP to die. D;

Re: [OOC] Rehabilitation

*facepalm*

Kill me now? Kthnx. Oh, my gosh. I'm sorry. I'm a classified dumbshit, but you know, nbddd. (:

Re: [OOC] Rehabilitation

wait for it...

Wait For It...

WaIt FoR iT...

WAIT FOR IT...

*shock and awe!*

Re: [OOC] Rehabilitation

*hugs Silver*
GOOS FRABA...or something like that.
LAWL
sorry im random...

Re: [OOC] Rehabilitation

I know, I put it in caps so people would notice it. I've PMed both "Jaxson" and "Layla" about it. Sorry if I sounded rude or mad, just didn't want it looked over.

Re: [OOC] Rehabilitation

Whoa. Calm down there o.o. Sure it was just an accident.

Re: [OOC] Rehabilitation

DEMIANA WAS NOT IN JAXSON'S ROOM! SHE'S TALKING WITH DONOVON!

Re: [OOC] Rehabilitation

If no one else posts by tonoight, I'll post next.

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I'm so sorry omg! I thought I had clicked post last night, and I opened my laptop to see that it was still up. So sorry. And if this dies, I shall cry myself to sleep.

Re: [OOC] Rehabilitation

Wait... are we really going posting order or can anyone just post? No one has updated in 3 days! DNW this game to die already haha

Re: [OOC] Rehabilitation

Well, I'm waiting for Gentletouchxox to post again.

Re: [OOC] Rehabilitation

I was wondering why no one was posting...

Re: [OOC] Rehabilitation

Okay, it looks like AnimeGirl has fallen off the face of the earth. I'll post now.

Re: [OOC] Rehabilitation

Yay! :P Plus, it'll solve the "drug intro" (PMed you 'bout it).

Re: [OOC] Rehabilitation

@TheSilverProject: Sure, you can have her room with Donovan if you want! ^^