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[SIZE= 22px]Not Everyone Is Happy[/SIZE]
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arriving at rasasvada is something that not everyone is happy about. some are, but most aren't. it's just a reminder that your parents have deemed you unworthy to live with them and that you need help. however it's not all as bad as it seems. arriving in that bus, pulling up to the driveway, you can see how peaceful your new home is. the trees line the driveway and house, a warm smile on the face of a young woman, standing there in her white t-shirt and jeans, hair messily piled up on top of her head in a bun. you can see the anxious looks on the other kids faces as they look out the bus windows, wondering it this experience was going to be hell or not. they had no idea if they were going to have fun, if they were having roommates, nothing. all they knew was that they were going to get treatment, they were going to get help. it was just like a summer camp for them. hopefully it would be a pleasant one. relationships to form, adventures to have, memories to make. it was all very promising and honestly, somewhere inside of everyone, they were excited about it. even just a little bit. 
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@sunloavie @poiiscn @Post @New Yorker @Victoria Bradley @mino @ThatDove @RIPSaidCone @Teddy Squirts @lottie @Doubt

 

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[SIZE= 12px]Sitting on the bus, Kieran leaned against the window, His eyes were closed as he sat alone in the seat, earbuds blasting music as he tried to sleep. The bumps in the road were annoying, but the male ignored them as much as possible. He didn't want to be on the bus, surrounded by troubled teenagers, kids that made Kieran look like a saint. Yet there he was, trying to become one with the bus. His highlighted brown hair was messy, yet still parted in his usual fashion.  The male's bottom lip was split, the metallic crimson liquid  bubbling to the surface of his lip. Kieran's tongue ran across it for a second, frowning at the taste of it. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]he opened his brown eyes when the bus took a sudden left, looking out the window, he saw a woman waving at the bus, a carefree smile on her face. Sitting up in his seat, the male ran his fingers back through his hair and put on a smile, waving back at the woman as it was the polite thing to do. The sound of the bus coming to a stop made Kieran lick his lips nervously, taking a look at the others on the bus. He saw a boy with a large pair of glasses on his nose, hood hiding most of his face as he slept against the window. Two blondes, a girl that looked like she was ready to skin him alive. Yup, Kieran was going to end up dying. The 18 year old slunk down in his seat, hiding his pretty face behind his hands. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]The bus doors opened and Kieran stood up, slinging his black backpack onto his shoulders. He skipped to the next song and exited the bus, his stomach coiling in nervousness. He got off the bus, gravel crunching beneath his red high top vans. Kieran's teeth nervously sunk into his bottom lip as he headed over to where all the suitcases were being unloaded from the bus. He easily found his red and black suitcases, grabbing both as he headed towards the woman standing at the entrance of the house, hands resting on her petite waist. He wasn't ready for this. "Is it too late to go home?" His voice was soft as he knew that he wasn't going to fit in at this place. But the negativity he felt wasn't like him. God, Rasasvada seriously was such a bad influence on Kieran already. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]tags //  anyone [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]ooc // kieran is probably on the brink of death tbh[/SIZE]
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[Doubt]

carmilla hart
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"Have you ever wanted to disappear? And join a monastery..."


Carmilla's right leg bounced to the beat of the song as the sweet voice of Patrick Stump filled her ears with music. Her soft blue eyes gazed outside as the occasional  speed bump ruined Carmilla's concentration. The Irish hated the idea of sending her to a summer camp to help her with her 'problems', at least her brother had it worse. The day before she left, Carmilla's brother came back from his own sexuality camp and he was a different man, he  seemed lost, confused, lifeless. He scared Carmilla and did their parents care? Not at all. Carmilla sighed as she popped a piece of strawberry bubblegum into her mouth. Chewing gum was almost a calming mechanism for her plus it help her stay calm when she was becoming hyper active with ADHD or as her mother put it, "A fucking cocaine happy rabbit". 


Carmilla eyes slowly focused on a woman with a bright smile on her face. "Shite," Carmilla whispered to herself as she studied the smiling female. "What drugs is she on?" The female looked like her late 20s with her brown hair in a messy bun and wearing only a simple white shirt and jeans. The blonde cocked a brow at the female as the bus came to a halt. "Are we here already?" Carmilla sarcastically asked with a small smirk on her lips, grabbing her backpack and throwing it over her right shoulder as she shuffled off the bus, pulling one earbud out of her ear as she left the other one in. Once she properly left the bus, Carmilla scanned around her new surrounding. Most of the kids seemed a little roughed up, nothing too bad she couldn't handle. Soon, she heard her stomach grumble in anger for food. "Fuck," Carmilla thought as she placed her hand on her stomach, clearly the gum wasn't enough. She quickly pulled out the gum packet from her pocket, snatching two more pieces from the pack and throwing it into her mouth.


This summer was going to be a long one. 






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attire -- with: na -- mood: sleepy > hungry

 

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[SIZE= 12px]outfit: x | mood: regretful, bored. | tags: open[/SIZE]



[SIZE= 12px]"Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds~"[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]As the song played through her headphones, Felicity drummed her purple-painted nails against the plastic case of her mobile phone. One of her bags took up the seat next to her, she had placed it there in an attempt to deter people from trying to sit with her, and it seemed to have worked. Usually she was a fairly sociable person, she might even have tried to sit with someone else herself, but for the time being she was feeling low. Betrayed, even, her mother had betrayed her-- weren't parents supposed to back their child no matter what? In the end, Felicity's mother had chosen Alex, stupid Alex with the shaggy blonde hair and the wandering hands. She hadn't meant for him to fall and get hurt, not originally, she had just wanted him to get away from her. She had told her mother so many times that she was getting with the wrong types of men, had tried to protect her.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]But nobody seemed to want to protect Felicity.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]It wasn't as if she was a bad kid, not by the camp's standards, anyway. Well, in the eyes of those who knew her she was at the very least a jealous little bitch, and the opinions only grew worse-- she had heard the whispers. Attempted murderer. Some really believed she had tried to kill Alex. Nobody believed her own claims, only his, and that was why she was stuck on the bus chewing a travel sickness tablet and trying to block out the other attendees of the camp.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]After what felt like an eternity the bus juddered to a halt and she was finally able to leave, hop out into the cool fresh air. Actually, the first thing that struck her when she exited the bus was that the place was a lot more aesthetically pleasing; she had half expected a drab grey building with bars on the windows and guard dogs patrolling. Rather than ease her nerves, however, it just increased them, as did the enthusiastic lady stood in the porch. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]Running a hand through ugh her feathery pink hair, Felicity pulled a tube of lipgloss from her bra and carefully applied a little, keeping her gaze trained suspiciously on the house. Maybe it really wouldn't be so bad? Some of the other kids didn't look all that frightening, and at the very least they wouldn't be dull. The thought made her smirk a little to herself as she twisted the cap back on the tube and retrieved her suitcases, which were black and covered in stickers emblazoned with phrases like 'as if'. [/SIZE]

 

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There are some things that are better left unsaid. Most people think hiding is not lying, but hiding means keeping secrets. Secrets are lies regardless of what anyone says, which is why Sven never keeps things to himself unless he really needs to. Because of this, he's landed himself on the other side of the world with no recollection of spending time in the United States before. His mother told him he'd stayed in the States once when he was five, but who remembered anything prior to the age of seven?
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Sven glanced melancholically out the bus window, the passing trees sending a wave of unfamiliarity throughout his body. Sydney was nothing like this place, where nature was beautiful enough to overwhelm you with a single glance. Sydney was colder and much more artificial. Cold and artificial was what comforted the fair skinned boy, however.
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A shaky breath escaped his lips as the house where he'd be spending his summer came into view. He sat up and took in its shape and color, noting the different details that might play a part of its story. Rasasvada was much better than he'd imagined in his head. Unlike the dreary prison-like place he'd envisioned, it was actually warm and inviting. 
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The woman who stood waiting for the bus was all the more appealing. His crystal eyes looked her over with a smile as he thought of all the fun things he'd soon be getting away with. As soon as the large vehicle came to a halt, he put on his black bomber and grabbed his white denim backpack. Before walking away, however, he kicked a fellow bus member who was lying lazily in his seat with his hat covering his face. With a low voice he hissed, "We're here."
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After a couple minutes, the bleach blonde's feet were comfortably flat on dirt ground. He glanced at everyone at least once or twice, making note of those who appeared more interesting and offering a smile to anyone who might have looked his way. It was then that Sven made up his mind. Rasasvada definitely wasn't Sydney, but that didn't mean he couldn't treat his time here like it was.
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[daringred_]

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outfit: x  ||  mood: worried, nervous  ||  tags: open
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Sometimes it's easier to pretend to be someone you're not. At least that's what everyone says. Have they tried being
 someone they're not? Perhaps, but there's a high chance that they haven't. They don't have a reason to. Brooke never had
 believed in trying to act like someone she wasn't - it didn't seem healthy. But it was this belief that had landed her on a bus
 to the middle of nowhere, kicked out of her home and shunted around like a piece of dodgy furniture that just didn't fit in
 anywhere. If she'd have pretended to be someone she wasn't - i.e. the beautiful, polite Christian girl her parents had hoped
 for - then she'd still be at home in her bedroom, surrounded by bright colours and handmade decorations. Instead she was
 on a journey. It wasn't one of self-discovery, no, more like one of rehabilitation. Her case worker had decided one evening
 that Rasasvada was the perfect place for Brooke - that the support system and activities in place there would do wonders
 for her anxiety and helping her gain confidence around people again. Brooke was doubtful but she was always one to try. It
 couldn't hurt after all.
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She knocked her shoulder against the window as the bus she was riding drove over another bump in the road, perhaps not
 going at the most appropriate speed considering the state of the route they were following. She gazed through the grimy
 glass, watching the trees that raced by in a blur of green, making her head hurt and her eyes cross as she tried to stare
 firmly at one spot but failed as each tree shot by. In the distance, a large house was coming into view and while she
 couldn't  get a good look at it from her side of the bus, the mixed reactions from her new housemates left a gnawing feeling
 in the pit of her stomach. Some were mumbling almost critically, others looked uncomfortable and confused; very few
 looked happy to arrive. Brooke didn't know what to feel. She clutched at the straps of her backpack as she followed
 everyone else off of the bus, hanging by the vehicle as she looked around and admired the scenery. She liked nature - it
 calmed her down, which was especially important for someone like her. She hoped they'd get to spend a lot of time outside.
 It seemed nice out here after all.
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sorry it's short, i was lowkey at a loss for what to say
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[SIZE= 12px]The bumps in the road proved to be an annoyance to the young male as he sat in his seat, guitar case at his feet, bag taking up the space next to him. He was a mess as he sat in the seat, sleeping slightly peacefully. Like most of the kids, he had earbuds in, drowning out the outside noises that he didn't appreciate hearing. So he slept on, not really thinking about much. Sure, he had been shipped off to basically a summer camp, but who wasn't at one point? Of course usually they weren't sent to a correctional camp where they learned group building skills and how to accept themselves for who they are. Mark was not one to complain. Frankly he thought it was good to get away from his home. This was the only way he'd graduate from high school before he was twenty and frankly, he wanted to graduate and not spend another minute in his school.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]Finally his dark eyes opened when the damn bus parked and his mood worsened. His hood covered most of his face due to the shadow it cast, however when he stood up, lanky body uncurling itself, his hood fell away from his head and left the male yawning with tears in his eyes due to the yawn. Rubbing his eyes from beneath his glasses, he reached down to grab his backpack, slinging it on his shoulders. Then he heard it. The sound of someone hitting his guitar case. Turning to look at the male, he glared. "Watch where you fucking walk Bigfoot. That guitar was more expensive than your future will ever be" Okay so maybe Mark was really cranky after waking up and if someone touched his guitar without his consent. The boy who kicked the guitar sort of just stared at Mark he leaned down again to grab his case and picked it up, shooting one last glare at the male. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]Trudging off the bus, Mark managed to push his large glasses up the bridge of his nose, looking at the various suitcases that were being brought into the house. Okay so it was pretty nice, he admitted that much. The woman in charge was helping move everyone's bags into the house, which Mark let them, however he was the one who carried his guitar and backpack he had brought onto the bus. He watched an innocent faced boy awkwardly struggle with his bags, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. The red and black theme that was going on with him made Mark smile slightly. He was probably going to end up being the little brother of the whole damn camp thing. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]As the male walked into the house, looking for a place to plop down, the woman in charge called out to him. Of course she had every kid's profile as she had to figure out if they were suited for her home or not. "Mark, your room is upstairs, second room on the left. I have your name on the door if you don't remember" The thick European accept made the male's eyebrows raise as he cracked a smile and then proceeded to head up to his room, but not after grabbing an apple from the random ass bowl of fruit on the counter. Yup, it should be pretty fun. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]tags //  anyone [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]ooc // don't touch his guitar[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 12px]outfit // xxx[/SIZE]
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[RIPSaidCone]

Catherine Jay Hallison
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[SIZE= 16px]Head leaning against the window and earbuds in. Much to Catherine's annoyance she wasn't exactly portraying a different picture than the rest of these kids were but she couldn't be bothered to change it because..well the music was good, some remixes she downloaded off of Youtube never hurt anyone and her position was one of comfort, something that she found rather difficult to find these days. But of course that was all supposed to change, at least that was what her parents told her, that was what the official from the state had told her and of course that was going to be what she was told at the camp itself. But Catherine didn't exactly buy it to say the very least, looking around the bus she saw a whole bunch of different kids, although there was an almost eerie amount of Korean-looking kids on the bus. Or maybe it was just her? Shrugging it off she closed her eyes again as the music did its job and helped pull her out of this terrible nightmare that many could call reality, it may have seemed like a bit of an overexaggeration but really it wasn't. And although Catherine didn't feel frightened or any of the other traits that one could associate with a nightmare she just knew that her life wasn't going to go anywhere, especially after this. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 16px]After all who in the right mind would give a job to someone like her unless it was something like...hell even she couldn't think of anything. College and university were probably out of the question as well, they had a tendency not to accept the 'intolerant' type and and even bigger one to deny those with criminal records, oh yeah she'd certainly screwed herself over this time. And even so, even after all of this, after the realization that her life would probably be screwed over to some extent for its entirety and she would be handicapped for the next couple of years due to her record and legacy. Catherine didn't really blame anyone, other than herself obviously but unlike some others who chose to blame their parents or society or those that they hung out with. Catherine only blamed herself, she'd been the one to waste that near-perfect setup for later life that she'd been given from birth and for what? Not that she'd admit it but when she looked back on it, she did admit that it was pretty childish of her. But what was done was done and there was nothing she could do now to change that.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 16px]The bus had stopped sooner than she had expected it to, knocking her out of her thoughts. Feeling the vehicle's movement come to a halt from beneath her as some of the others started to unload off and head out to the house in-front. What she'd seen upon reopening her eyes had been far different from what she'd pictured in her head, she hadn't expected a prison or something of the sorts but she certainly hadn't imagined a nice looking suburban home. Didn't even look like it had any obstacles for potential escapees, didn't they worry about that here? Although upon setting eyes on the woman who seemingly ran the place, Catherine assumed not. Grabbing her backpack and getting up from her seat she made her nonchalant way to the front of the bus and barely giving the driver a second glance as she stepped off the bus. Boots hitting the ground as she looked around, the woman was helping others with their luggage and Catherine decided to take her own stuff, grabbing the large suitcase and carrying it towards the house herself.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 16px]Tags: Anyone[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 16px]Mood: Not even trying, tired, moody[/SIZE]
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cadon corbeau




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A pale face and murky blue eyes were covered by Cadon's black hat. His ear buds fit snuggly in his ears, music so loud it prevented him from truly falling asleep. For the last however miles, he'd allowed himself to rest his eyes after a long night of work. although, the bumps in the road and the loud roar of the bus's engine kept him awake so he decided he might as well listen to music.
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Cadon knew he fucked up and while a part of him cared, the other part laughed. It was inevitable he'd be sent to another camp. Why wouldn't he be? For the last couple years, he's spent countless days and hours at correctional camps and facilities. The outcome was always the same. Cadon would get kicked out for sleeping with an employee or something else that involved hush money. He lost count of how much money his mother's given away in order to protect her supposedly "pure" name.
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A final bump and a kick to his shin brought Cadon up. His hat fell onto his lap and he squinted his eyes as they adjusted to the sudden rays of light, acknowledging a familiar face peering down at him. "Well, hello hello my dear cousin. Thank you for waking me up. The best, as always." Cadon sang as he began gathering his things. A secret grin formed on his lips when he heard his younger cousin sneer an Australian slang word before passing.
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After letting someone walk passed him first, Cadon made his way towards the exit of the bus. Solid ground felt nice and he praised the nonexistent gods for making it a thing. Once he was completely orientated and gathered his luggage, Cadon took a few minutes to get a good look at everyone. He didn't do that earlier and felt it was necessary to get some kind of impression of everyone before indulging himself. His eyes finally rested on the older woman before them all. She introduced herself as Juliette, to which Cadon smiled. Her brown hair was nicely kept and her shirt and jeans fit well with her body. It was a simple but appealing, two things the 19 year old adored. The only thing that put the young adult on edge was her unnerving smile. 
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"Shouldn't be too bad, right Cuz?" Cadon teased as he nudged the guy before grabbing his things and heading inside.
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[Teddy Squirts]

Tags: open  | Mood: Anxious, Annoyed   | Outfit: x 



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[SIZE=11pt]This was all one large joke, a facility  to supposedly help troubled youth. To think her father would send her to some sort of rehab was comical. Audrey softly laughed at the whole concept as she watched the trees zip by, sitting promptly in her sit on the bus. There was no way she was going to follow along with this. If her father thought of this as a punishment for her having some fun, then why stop. She was still bothered that her father screamed at her, she's never seen him so mad. Disgusting, cruel, and cold were the colorful words her father chose for Aubrey's personality. The things he said still hit a soft spot, but she wasn't going to let it ruin her time. Looking away from the window, she peaked her head over the top of the seat to take a quick glance. There were a lot cuties, but she was a little bothered that they were all strangers. Sinking back down into her seat, she dug into her small brown leather purse taking out her hand mirror to check her makeup. The makeup she applied under her bruised eye still kept.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]  That night the fight broke loose, Aubrey lost control. All the pent up aggression she had for her siblings just unleashed when she threw the first punch. Her father would never forgive her, the only family member she actually felt a connection too. But that's all behind her, now it was just about her making it through this experience. Looking out her window she watched the trees begin to slow down, indicating they were getting close. Growing more anxious, she moved her head to the side of her seat to get a view of the front window. Giving a questionable look, Aubrey noticed a woman who must work for wherever they're going, the smile was a bit unsettling.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=11pt]  Aubrey's attention shifted when she felt the bus come to a stop. Anxiously, she stood looked out her window and seen what appeared to be a large house or mansion. An uncomfortable feeling crept in as it felt more, and more that they were going to rehab. She watched the others rise from their seat, so she followed. Grabbing her purse and backpack, she followed out the bus and waited towards the side to grab the rest of her belongings. Aubrey kept a soft small on her face as she walked by the others, grabbing the rest of her stuff from the woman who worked there.  Walking towards the house she looked at her surroundings, and felt a bit uneasy from how quiet it was. Stepping inside, she was a bit in shock of how nice it was. Maybe this was going to be a vacation after all.[/SIZE]

 

[teenage witch]

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[SIZE= 12px]All Micah could think of was the way his father had shouted at him. Never before had the boy seen the man so full of hatred, rage, disgust; and then, just like that, it had turned to sorrow, to pity. He'd said that a summer away would help to 'fix' Micah, to 'get him back on track', yet in reality Micah was likely to either relish the freedom or spend the entire time hoping that his father would realise that his attraction to the same gender was not something that needed to be cured, and couldn't anyway. It was nothing to be ashamed of and Micah knew that, but he couldn't help feeling ashamed after what his father had said.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]He wanted to swim. Swimming had been Micah's thing from a young age, the smell of chlorine lingered on him even now, when he had showed and stayed away from the pool for days. Unfortunately swimming was currently far from the plans, for he was busy piling out of the bus alongside the other kids, many of whom looked as nervous as he felt. Rather than let the woman at the door assist him with his suitcases he gathered them up himself and began to head for his room, one bag haphazardly balanced atop the other. On the staircase he passed another boy, and didn't have time to register how cute he was before he accidentally nudged the guitar that the kid was carrying.[/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]"Sorry!" Micah said immediately, frozen to the spot. Images flashed through his head of this kid being some kind of deranged killer who had been sent to the camp for murdering another kid who had made the mistake of knocking his guitar. Paranoia, of course, but even so poor Micah looked like a rabbit trapped in headlights. "Probably should have waited for you to get to the top before I came b-bounding up."[/SIZE]

 

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Relaxed, 'whatever' vibe || outfit || interaction with no one
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The bus was filled with young adults, most of them having earbuds in with music blasting through it. Dakota wasn't any different since she was doing
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the exact same thing: leaning against the window, trying to sleep a bit while listening to her favourite tracks. As she pulled the sleeves of her bomber jacket
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a bit further over her hands she wondered if she wasn't overdressed. Not that that was possible since it was a quite regular outfit, she just didn't want to
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stand out. Actually she didn't really know what she wanted. When she heard that she got send to Rasasvada it didn't do much with her. The only thing
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she was angry about was the fact that she got separated from her brother, who was the only family member that wasn't in prison. The others were  also
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separated, but in groups of two so they at least had one person. But the closer they came the more she realised that she might underestimated the whole 
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happing a bit. After all it was a place where they expected you to talk about your life and such. On the other hand, it was a stable place and she had a 
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roof above her head for at least a while now.  Guess i'll just have to wait and see what happens. Go with the flow right? she thought by herself.
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Hopefully it was located on a bit isolated from the crowdy places of the country, would make it harder for rival members to chase after her, if they
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were chasing after her though. It was an unsure thought she wasn't able to shake off. 
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Dakota twisted the rings she was wearing around her finger, she was worried about the fact that the true feelings hadn't hit her yet. She was 
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still in the 'Revel cartel Dakota' mode. The cartel wasn't massive but it's name was a bit known through the city. She hoped that no one knew
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the name. Dakota got pulled back to reality when the bus ride came to an end. She quickly glanced around to see what type of people were also
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send off to this place. Suprised that she hadn't checked out everyone before though. Dakota tied her hair up to get it out of her eyes and hung her 
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backpack over both of her shoulders. After a moment she blended in the line and got out of the bus to get her belongings. The brown / beige suit-
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case was easy to find in the stack. Once she finally was able to pull it out of it she noticed a woman standing in front of the building, Her hair was
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piled up in a messy bun and she wore a quite simpel outfit. She seems cool actually she thought by herself as a small smile appeared. 
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Julliette was her name, and she told Dakota that the room she got assigned was room four on the first floor. Dakota didn't know with who she
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was going to share this room, and if she was even going to share it, but she would figure it out later on. She heard someone softly ask if it was too
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late to go back, and before that two guys almost got in an agruement already. One girl looked anxious, while they other looked annoyed as hell. 
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The group seemed pretty mixed and Dakota already found herself wondering why most of them got send to this place. She sniffled quietly
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[poiiscn]

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DO SUKWON


If anyone told Sukwon he'd be on a bus heading to Rasasvada earlier,


he'd say you were crazy and being delusional; his parents wouldn't dare


put him in this tortue—they loved him too much to do so. W R O N G .


At this point it seemed as if they didn't even care about Sukwon's wellbeing 


and how he felt about the whole situation. But, he supposed being sent to 


some conversaion camp would be worse; not like they'd end up succeeding


in converting him anyways. He was long gone already; too far deep in the 


wonders of not being straight and having a lot more possibilities on who he 


could or might end up with.


A sigh left his parted lips, releasing itself into the air to go wherever it desired.


 Sukwon wishes he had that much freedom; but that wasn't the case and if he


did he wouldn't be in this bus right now. Probably at home—asleep. Avoiding


all his responsibilities. Yup, sounds about right. A bump on the road made 


Sukwon jump up slightly—ripped away from his thoughts, he cast a look outside 


the window. It'd been the first time he'd looked outside after getting on the bus


 since he was too busy falling asleep for most of the ride while the other half 


was spent in his thoughts sulking before he fell asleep again not even being 


able to deal with his own self. Maybe he really did need help.


When the bus came to a halt, hinting that they arrived at their destination , 


Sukwon took the time to stretch after being stuck in the same position for 


most of the ride. Seeing people already hoping up onto their feet to get into


the house, Sukwon followed suit waiting for others to pass before he finally 


got up gathering his things before he headed outside the bus as there was no 


use to waiting for his fate even though it'd be funny to look back on if he was


 that one person that refused to get off the bus.


Stepping outside the bus, Sukwon instantly observed his surroundings noticing 


everyone heading inside and a woman helping everyone as she smiled. How can 


someone look so happy? Shaking his head and running his fingers through his 


hair, he took one look around again before he trudged himself into the house barely 


hearing where he was going to be staying. Basement, Room 11. 

 

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Carmilla looked around the outside of the house as she continued to chew on her bubblegum, blowing a pink bubble every now and then before popping it with her pearly white teeth. The blonde turned around when she heard the woman call out her name, "Carmilla Hart? You're in room 1 on the firsts floor." Juliette said with a smile, Carmilla flashed a devilish grin as she dragged her feet towards her room. She's way too happy, Carmilla thought to herself as she dodged past students through the hallway, jumping over suitcases and backpacks as she headed straight to her room, slamming the door shut as Carmilla rushed into her room. 


She threw her bag onto her single bed in a swift movement before pulling out her small bluetooth speaker and connecting the speaker to her phone. Carmilla scrolled through her endless list of songs before settling on one of her favorites songs. Her small thumb tapped on the song's title before switching her phone off and pulling out her favorite book, To the lighthouse. Carmilla jumped onto her bed, pushing her bag to the end of her bed with foot before flicking to the last chapter she read as she ignored the loud chatter from outside of her room. Soon, she heard a knock from the door, "Go away!" Carmilla yelled over the music, turning the music louder to ignore the knocking.






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The male walked up the steps into the house, lugging his suitcases behind him. He listened to kids practically sprinting up the stairs, slamming door, trying to keep their roommates locked out. But there this male was, looking nervous as he eventually asked where his room was. Room two. The boy took a deep breath as if to calm himself as he headed to the room. Kieran was never this nervous, this out of place. Yet there he was, practically getting bulldozed by some chick with white hair as she ran up the stairs and slammed her door behind her. The boy didn't have much interest in getting to know most of the kids he saw, he only wanted to go into his room. 


The music which blocked out most of the noise provided comfort for the 18 year old. He was quite awkward as he struggled to open the door, stumbling into the room. Two beds sat on opposite ends of the room, a desk placed near each one. To Kieran it looked like some had thrown two bedrooms into one. The boy, having arrived first, instantly went to the left side of the room, throwing his things onto the bed. He looked around the empty space, a canvas just waiting to be painted. So he went to work, after all it was the only thing that really was going to calm his nerves.


He opened the first suitcase and then proceeded to take off his red flannel. Tossing it onto the bed he began to unpack the suitcase. Kieran's music was insanely loud, but it was just so the male could drown out the distracting noises of everything else. His mind needed something familiar, something normal. Something he could handle. He took out the various articles of clothing and shoes, looking at them carefully. Heading over to his closet, the male grabbed the hangers provided in it. "Just like a hotel" He mused before grabbing the hangers with a small smile. 


[SIZE= 12px]Kieran was a delicate male, there was no doubt about that. The way his pastel pigmented lips pursed ever so slightly in thought. Or how his long eyelashes gave him a gentle and deer like appearance, complimenting the warm brown eyes he was blessed with. Everything about Kieran made him seem fragile, like anyone could break him without even trying. That's probably true. The slender boy worked without much noise, unfolding his clothes, hanging them up, and putting them in his closet. Kieran only paused in order to change songs or start another playlist. He was much more interested in getting unpacked rather than paying any attention to who his roommate possibly could be. [/SIZE]

 

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Never in her life did Tressana Rosette Delvine imagined herself to be riding a bus full of troubled kids towards the infamous Rasasvada. She must be the first and (hopefully the last) Delvine that will ever set foot in that camp. Tress spent the first few hours of the bus ride trying to brush all the stares she's receiving from the other kids off and the murmurs that seemed never ending coming from the seats behind her. Before she plunged a pair of earphones in her ears, she overheard them talking about herself, about how a Delvine is boarding the same bus as them and is heading towards some sort of conversion camp. She could have do something about it but she didn't feel like it (the mixed feelings growing deep inside the female was dominating the annoyance she felt towards them). In order to calm herself down, the blonde then spent the rest of the ride listening to her own covers of her favorite songs and scrolling through her social medias (and maybe a few snaps every now and then).


For the first time since boarding the bus, Tressana felt relief wash over her when the bus stopped and stood before them was a large building. The Rasasvada she pictured in her head surely wasn't nowhere near the actual Rasasvada. Truthfully, she imagined something like a dungeon or house fresh from a horror storybook or something. The entire building was just like one of their vacation house, it kind of made her feel a bit homesick. She snapped out of her thoughts when she felt a hand rest on her small shoulder, she turned around and met eye to eye with the bus driver, "Miss, you forgot your luggage." he said before dropping the said luggage beside her and walking off. Tressana stared at the oversize packed bag and the similarly large roller bag. She puffed her cheeks, how could she forget that she doesn't have anyone that'll carry her things around in this place. It would've been certainly troublesome if she forgot all her things inside the bus.




With a huff, the blonde teen picked up the bag and pulled the roller travel bag with her, cheeks still puffed while she made her way towards her room on the first floor. If being sent here is what's gonna fix everything, then so be it.



Open for interaction | Location: entrance of the building - first floor

 

[poiiscn]

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FLORENCE RHEE


Music was blasted loudly in her ears—she was sure that going deaf was surely


something that was going to happen in the near future with how high she set her


volume when wearing earbuds. Her mood currently wasn't the best and the look on


her face could tell you she'd jump out the window of the bus; if she could. But her


lack of agility would prove the task to be difficult if she couldn't even walk on two 


feet without tripping; as shown earlier when Florence was going up the steps and


almost fell forward—and the next time was when she was looking for somewhere 


to sit and tripped in the confined space of the aisle.


But, that wasn't really what made her want to jump off the bus. Hell, it's the fact that


she is on this bus that's already got her in a bad mood. When her parents broke the


news that she was going to Rasasvada; Florence thought they were joking. Her parents


had to have more faith in her—but it wasn't a joke nor a prank. They surely thought


that something was wrong with Florence; to the point that they had to send her off


here instead of trying to fix her themselves. Florence was sure she'd never been so


betrayed. Maybe she was being dramatic, who knows but she made sure to showcase 


how exactly she felt about the whole situation especially after the argument she had


with her parents earlier.


But, her anger had subsided for now and at this point she simply felt irritated and a


bit apathetic towards this whole situation in a way.


When the bus came to a sudden halt, Florence felt herself almost collide with the back 


of the seat in front of her; quickly catching herself she checked to see if anyone saw 


before sitting up quickly and turning off her music as she got herself together. Making 


sure she wasn't leaving anything behind, Florence got up and headed outside seeing 


people rush inside as she was confused as to why anyone would be so happy to get


inside.


Her green eyes flicked around, taking in every detailed before they landed on who she


assumed was Juliette—greeting others with a bright smile as she told them what Florence


guessed was where they'd be staying. Looking around once more, Florence shook her head 


deciding she might as well get this over with as standing here would prove to help her with 


nothing. After asking for her room, Florence trudged up the stairs heading to Room 8.

 

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After grabbing his large, white suitcase out of the catastrophic mess of a storage system everyone's things had become, Sven, like everyone else, stood aimlessly around as Juliette continued to speak. She assigned everyone their rooms, and Sven felt blessed yet disappointed when she told him he'd have a room of his own. It wasn't that he wanted a roommate per say. He just wanted someone to entertain him daily. Righto, he thought.
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With a smile small here and there, Sven made his way up the small walkway, ignoring the annoying teens who sped passed him. Flats like Rasasvada didn't exist where he was from. In Sydney, people chose modernism and style over comfort. The distinct warmth that seemed to radiate from Rasasvada's brick walls sent alarming messages throughout the boy's body, regardless of what he was telling himself. He couldn't differentiate between the feelings he suddenly felt, and quite frankly, it was a bit frightening. Nonetheless, Sven wasn't the type to let his emotions control his thoughts and decisions, especially when he was planning to completely destroy his parents attempts at "fixing" him.
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Room 10 was a short walk away, but someone like Sven, whom was topographically disoriented, probably would've never found it if it weren't for his name blatantly plastered on the bedroom door. He pushed the white board until it made the faintest creek. Two twin sized beds were placed at opposite sides of the room, each paired with a desk. A sigh escaped his lips when he saw the blandness of the room, mostly because there was much work to be done if he was going to be spending the next few months sleeping in it.
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However, while most people would begin monthly stays by unpacking their clothes and other belongings, Sven began by claiming the right side of the room and pushing his desk towards a dark corner. After deciding the lighting wouldn't disrupt his word, he retrieved his two MacBooks from his luggage and placed them on the desk's wooden surface. Secondly, his camera was pulled out from his bag and let it cry to life. Sven's eyes flickered through the many photos and clips that were saved on his prized possession. "Bring a cinematographer to place with fucked up teens and he'll make a movie out of it."
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Gazing around her environment, Aubrey was still in shock and awe over the whole ordeal. Placing her hand gently on a side table, she glided her middle finger across the glossy wood. "So clean." She muttered under her breath, looking over her finger for dust. Straying away from her finger, Aubrey's attention shifted when she heard her named be called by an unfamiliar face. The woman looked young, especially with her soft, warm smile. Aubrey quickly walked over to the woman, hand promptly raised to grab her attention. "I'm Aubrey Pryce." Smiling in return, Aubrey listened to where her room was assigned loving that it was right on the first floor. She followed the directions that the woman gave her, while dragging her belongings behind her. As she approached her room, she could hear faint music playing from inside. Aubrey gave a questionable look, and knocked on the door a couple times.
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That's when she heard two, loud, words. "Go Away!" There was a brief second before Aubrey swung open the door ready to crush someone's skull in.  She brought her bags inside placing them against the wall, then proceeded towards the intruder. Angrily Aubrey snatched away the speaker, tossing it to the floor while smiling at the blonde newcomer. "I guess you couldn't hear me knocking over the crappy music. Problem solved." Aubrey gave a sassy smile at the cute blonde girl laying the bed. "Can you please explain to me what you're doing in my bedroom?" Aubrey stepped back without realizing there was another bed in the room. She turned around and instantly her demeanor changed. "Oh god, please don't tell me we're supposed to have roommates!" Aubrey had such distraught in her voice, with a mortified look on her face. Sharing a room with another individual was out of the question. "This is a punishment" She mumbled quietly to herself, placing both her hands around her waist.
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[Tori Bradley]

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Ariana Rosario
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Ariana sang lightly under her breath as she stared out the window of the bus. Like nearly every other kid on the bus, she had her ear buds in, listening to music to block out the world. She'd deliberately sat in the back of the bus to be as far away from the other passengers as possible in such a small space, but she knew some were still close enough to hear her low singing. She could only hope none of them were paying enough attention for that. She wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone right now. Ariana was too busy wallowing in self-loathing, guilt, and shame. She felt terrible about what she had done to where she was now. Well, no. She felt terrible about what her actions had done to the people she cared for. Her father would've been ashamed of her, had he still been alive. And that thought, just knowing how disappointed he would've been, was enough to make Ariana feel like the worst person on the planet. 
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Ariana was jerked from her thoughts when the bus jerked to a halt, the brakes sticking and making a cringe-worthy noise. She shivered. She hated noises like that. She had no idea why, but they bothered her so much. When the noise stopped, Ariana stood up and hoisted her laptop bag over her shoulder. The rest of her things were in the bus's storage compartment with everyone else's, so she'd have to go dig her suitcase out of the pile when she got off the bus. It wouldn't be hard to find. It was nothing more than a small gray duffle. Ariana didn't really have much that was hers and hers alone. She had gotten rid of most of her things after Marcus died. They had reminded her too much of him and the life she had with him. Not to mention they were all fresh reminders of her own damning stupidity.
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Ariana waited for one of the other kids to head off the bus in front of her before she stepped off herself. The first thing she saw when she got off the bus was the house. It was the opposite of what she was expecting. When Linda and Derek--her so called parents--had told her about the place, they had made it sound like a drab gray building with security guards, terrible food, and bars on the windows. But the house Ariana was looking at was nothing more than a nice, inviting, two-story suburban home. Not that she was complaining. She spotted a gate that led to what looked like a garden and smiled. She'd be spending a lot of time there during her stay at Rasasvada. Ariana turned when she heard someone speaking and noticed a woman on the porch. She had messy bun on her head and a smile on her face as she welcomed them and introduced herself as Juliette. She seemed pretty friendly. 
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Ariana waved at her before walking over to the pile of luggage a couple of guys had pulled from the bus and began looking around for her duffle. She found it buried in the bottom of the pile and pulled it out, brushing off the dirt that had gathered on the bottom. She noticed the other kids with mixed emotions on their faces. Some looked bored, some looked irritated, and one guy looked pissed off as he stomped into the house. Ariana herself was indifferent to the whole thing. She didn't really have specific feelings about Rasasvada. She thought it looked like it'd be a comfortable alternative to living with a birth family who she knew didn't want her, but she also knew it wasn't just somewhere to stay. She'd have to talk about herself here, and Ariana didn't like doing that. She stopped briefly on the porch to get her room number from Juliette before she ventured into the house to find it. 
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[SIZE= 12px]Mark was one of the first people into the house, not bothering to grab his suitcase yet. Instead he went straight upstairs, taking another bite of apple as he walked. He heard noise behind him as he switched to another playlist. The lanky male moved over slightly to the side when a girl came speeding up the stairs, probably having killed a few kids prior to actually being on the stair case. Yet Mark didn't really care. He was getting over his bad attitude that often appeared after he woke up from sleeping. The male tossed he backpack onto the bed on the right side of the room, taking a large bite of apple, humming slightly as he chewed the fruit in thought. "Ah, right. My suitcase"  The male suddenly remembered that he had left his suitcase down stairs. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]Carefully placing his guitar underneath his bed, the boy then proceeded to place his half eaten apple onto his desk before running out of his room, music still blasting in his ears. The musician then made his way out of the bedroom, nearly tripping when he heard a girl screech about having roommates. Shrugging a bit, Mark continued on his quest to find his suitcases. Going down the stairs, the blonde male ruffled his hair, avoiding the kids that were angrily climbing the stairs and heading to their rooms. Honestly speaking, Mark was probably, now more than ever, the happiest kid in the house. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]He was more excited about the fact he was able to freely play his music rather than dwelling on the fact he had to share a room with someone. The only one in glasses. Ah it was weird. Mark was used to being around kids that wore glasses, dressed more in his style, all of these things. Yet there he was, looking like he belonged on a street corner with his guitar. Everyone looked like they were either about to eat each other alive or they were going to curl up in a ball and just cry. As the teenager grabbed his black suitcases, he saw various people. A boy with eyebrows which would be classified as always on fleek by the Tumblr squad of his school. Two bleach blondies that probably were going to cause trouble. Someone who looked like he was probably in the program because he killed someone. [/SIZE]


[SIZE= 12px]And of course, Mark's all time favorite, the little lamb that kicked his guitar. Okay so he did overact a little, but honestly to Mark, his guitar was his child. The male had spent what felt like so much money on getting his guitar, it was crazy. Of course it was just an acoustic guitar, his real goal was the electric guitar he was oh so close to buying. Honestly he planned on buying it whether or not he was in Rasasvada or not. However he had to stick with his regular guitar. Oh well, better than nothing. Mark grabbed his suitcases and then turned around, trudging back up the stairs to his bedroom, humming along to the music that probably was going to make him deaf at one point or another. [/SIZE]

 

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Cadon slowly approached Juliette, an indescribable twinkle in his eyes. Anyone who saw his expression would deem it cheery and goofy without knowing the true purpose of the young man's smiles. It was how he drew people in--smiling and being friendly that is. Unsurprisingly, he was quite similar to his younger cousin of one year. Unlike Sven, however, Cadon took a more energetic approach when he wanted something.
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"Cadon Isaac Corbeau," Cadon said to the older woman, his sultry voice hinting at nothing but endearment. Her smile didn't falter as she merely blinked at him with a bemused look in her eyes. 
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"French for 'Raven,' right?" Juliette asked as she searched for his name on a list she held. "Well, Mr. Raven, you're on the first floor in room number two. Shouldn't be too difficult to find." 
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The platinum blonde tilted his head as he watched the woman turn to another person before making his way towards the front door. His two black suitcases trudged behind him noisily and blocked all the beautiful sounds of nature Cadon wanted to hear. In a few minutes he was already in a hallway, walking from door to door until he found one with his name.
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Pushing the door ajar, he noticed someone already claiming their side of the room. With a cheeky grin, Cadon removed his hat and ruffled his wavy hair until a strand fell in front of his eyes. His hand went outward for a hand shake, although it didn't matter to the teen if his new bed buddy took it or not. "Hey, man. Seeing as we're roommates, I'll introduce myself. I'm Cadon, but feel free to call me Cado." He beamed as he made way towards the right of the bedroom, letting his luggage fall gently to the floor.
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Once introductions were out of the way, the nineteen year old began unpacking his belongings, as his roommate was. The only oddity was that one of his suitcases was filled entirely with cloth and well... a female mannequin torso. If Kieran gave Cadon any weird looks, the male didn't notice. He was more focused on making sure his valued materials and items weren't damaged from the travels.
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[Tori Bradley]

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Shawn laid out over his seat on the bus, his hoodie strewn over him like a blanket while he used his duffle bag as a pillow. Martin Garrix blasted in his ears as he attempted to sleep on the uncomfortable seat. It was difficult to do so, however, as the bus was going far too fast on a badly paved road, causing it to bump and jerk constantly. His head smacked against the window when the bus drove over a fairly deep pothole and he cursed under his breath. He could've socked the driver right then and there, simply for not knowing how to drive. Being someone who had been in several car chases in his lifetime, Shawn knew how to drive pretty damn well, and this was not it. Not to mention this bus could've used a tune up. He could ear the motor puttering and squealing, feel the body of the vehicle shaking as it drove. Shawn wasn't even entirely sure the thing was road-worthy. It wouldn't surprise him if it wasn't. He doubted the people sending them all there wanted the ride to be comfortable, considering the passengers consisted of ex-convicts and troubled teens. 
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Shawn thanked the Gods when the bus screeched to a halt and immediately sat up, running a hand through his tousled blond locks. He could feel the five o'clock shadow on his face as he ran a hand across the stubble. He needed to shave, but he'd do that later when he was settled in. He was hoping to have a room to himself, but knew it was highly unlikely. The good part was, whether he had a roommate or not, his room was in the basement. Shawn stood up in his seat and lifted his duffle bag, swinging it over his shoulder. He waited until the aisle was clear before he stepped into it and headed off the bus. Most of the kids immediately turned and headed for the stack of luggage, but Shawn turned towards the house. He had no need to go to the luggage pile, because the only luggage he had was the duffle bag in his hand. Pushing his unruly blonde locks back from his face, he looked at the pretty suburban home in front of him. He hadn't been expecting a prison-like facility with barred windows or anything, but he also hadn't been expecting such a nice brick home either. Flowers grew in front of and around the house in bright colors, and he could see the gate on the side of the property that led into a nice floral garden. The colors and the way he could see it was set up kind of reminded him of Eden.
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Sighing, Shawn stepped up to the porch where the woman who introduced herself as Juliette--the woman in charge, he assumed--stood handing out room assignments. She had a friendly smile and a messy bun piled atop her head with a thick European accent. "Welcome to Rasasvada, Shawn. You'll be staying in the basement, room 11," she said. Shawn managed a weak smile before he moved to the door. He grabbed the handle and pushed the door open, stepping inside. He made sure no one was behind him before he closed it. The foyer he'd stepped into was pretty. The ceiling lights were old-fashioned and the floors where polished birch wood. He walked slowly down the entry hall, admiring the simple beauty of the place. The living room was just as simple, but Shawn so no basement entrance, so he moved down the hall. He found the basement door just pass the kitchen archway and ventured down the steps. The lights were off, so Shawn flicked the switch at the bottom of the stairs to turn them on. He grinned when he did.
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The living room before him looked for like a man cave or a den then a normal living room. It was simple, but it had nice entertainment set up, two couches, and a recliner. The carpet was beige, only with the couches and the chair while the coffee table, corner table, and entertainment stand were all mahogany. Shawn moved past the couches to the hall way across the room, searching for Room 11. When he found it, it had the number 11 tacked on the door and then two name plates, One said Shawn Dalton, the other said Do Sukwon. Shawn assumed that was his roommate. He knocked before he went in in case the other guy was already there. When he received no answer, he went inside. The room was empty. It was large, and both sides of the room looked the same. There were two beds with nightstands beside them, two wood dressers, and two desks. Each nightstand had it's own the lamp, and the desks had smaller lamps. There was an overhead light with a ceiling fan and Shawn could see a door on one side of the room that led to a closet.
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Shawn walked over to the bed situated below the window and set his bag down before dropping onto the bed on his back. He needed a moment to just sit and relax.
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[RIPSaidCone]

Catherine
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Catherine had nearly forgotten to go and ask about what room she'd been staying in. Having had to come back the way she came and actually talk to this..overly-enthusiastic looking woman. It was a little disturbing despite the fact that she probably had great intentions and had an air of genuinity around her. It might've just been Catherine's cynical nature that turned her away from such a woman, but she wasn't going to wander around the house clueless just because of a little off-putting vibe about someone. And so after some guy had asked the woman with the plain white shirt and jeans the same question she intended to, Catherine took a step forward and spoke up. "So what room am I in?" She asked, the woman turning to face her and happily responding with. "Ah you must be Catherine, pleasure to meet you! You're in Room 8, second floor!" Catherine simply nodded with a, "Thanks." And strolled off in direction of the house again, backpack secured over her shoulders as she plugged her earphones back in again, passing a blonde girl by the entrance and heading up the stairs. Passing another girl and checking down both ends of the corridor before finding Room 8, opening it up and taking a look inside.
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Certainly didn't look like a prison cell which was more than she could ask for and it looked rather homely. Albeit it wasn't decorated to Catherine's tastes, it wasn't half bad. Walking over to the right hand side of the bedroom and dumping her bags onto the bed, pausing what she was listening to and sliding her earphones out. She sat down on the bed and went back onto her phone, texting her parents saying that she'd arrived at Rasasvada safely. Despite the fact that they'd sent her here they still wanted to know if she was safe, some things really didn't change regardless of what Catherine did to provoke her parents. Laying down on the bed with a sigh her legs hung over the back of the bed and she kicked them idly back and forth. Wondering on what to do now.
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Mood: Bored, bored & bored
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Outfit: XX
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