Realistic or Modern | Park |

[Aato]

| Park |

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"Scar tissue that I wish you saw... Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause with the birds I'll share this lonely view..."

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"...Would you prefer it the easy way? No? Well, okay, then. Don't cry..."

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A varied group of teens from different backgrounds living with and/or looking to escape their current situations - dysfunctional lives characterized by abuse, drugs, grief, medical disorders, or so on - are left with no one to turn to. They find themselves seeking refuge among others with problematic histories.


Once tired of being out on the town, but not ready to return home, the troubled teens gather in a recently abandoned home on the more barren side of town ironically referred to as 'The Resort.' It's a modest ranch-style home with a living room off of a small kitchen and a hall leading to two regular bedrooms and one master bedroom toward its end with a small bathroom in the middle of the hall. For whatever reason, all furniture within the home was abandoned as well, along with just a few belongings; some pots and pans and some dry food in the pantries. Even without television, a place like this seems just short of perfect, but with its lack of other necessary amenities, the teens can only remain here for so long before having to return to their broken homes...

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Here's where the sun shines...

| The Resort |

[Loosely based on movie 'Ken Park' [2002] by Harmony Korine]


[song lyrics credited to Red Hot Chili Peppers and Soulive]



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[KiwiKatz]

Ketsueki stepped into the resort. "It's really nice here..." she murmured under her breath as she surveyed the building then turned back at Grey, beckoning for him to him to follow her in. She had been wandering outside of what she believed to be her hometown when she saw the boy. He had seemingly realized how sad and tired the girl seemed, and having been trying to live on her own with a murder on her mind, he wasn't far from wrong. The younger boy had invited her to come along with him to the resort, and she figured living with others would be a lot easier than it was on her own, but she feared what the others might be like, and she didn't really know this boy very well so she wasn't too sure she could trust him, but, to her, nothing he could ever do to her could be something worse than what she's already been through.

 

[GreenIV]

Grey waltzed into the resort with his hands hidden by his pockets. Why is it I'm the youngest? I guess I lost my mind earlier than them. The boy wondered what Ketsueki was thinking about, but didn't care enough to ask. I wouldn't be surprised if this girl murdered at least one of us by the end of the week. Maybe we can discuss torture methods together. He sighed, plopping down on the couch. Long day.

 

[snakeyem12]

Alex sits on his laptop in his room upstairs, his room referring to the room he's laid claim to and pretty much nobody has questioned it. Nobody has questioned much whilst he's been here, when he first came here he walked in without knocking because the place was obviously abandoned and then discovered it wasn't abandoned when he was met with a few people looking at him. They seemed to easily welcome his presence though, which made him realise this place didn't belong to them, so he decided to stay, it's not like they could kick him out. Of course they tried to talk to him a bit, trying to discover why someone holding a strange weapon had turned up, but when he left to the room and stayed there for what, two days now, only leaving briefly to get something to eat and drink, they pretty much left him alone. He hasn't seen any of them since he came in actually, and he has no clue what they think of him, not that he cares. If this works as a safe house them this is where he will stay, whether they want him here or not.


OOC: I don't know who just kind of let him in, but I assume it was Grey and a couple of others that are already here)

 

[Chexxx]

Nixie sits on the couch, slightly irked as Grey lands onto the cushion near her. She is seated Indian-style,but she has slid to the edge, so her dirty sneakers don't touch the furniture, as if they just bought it. The girl sets her elbow on the armrest so her head an be propped by her hand. The "Resort" is typically quiet, and Nix finds this feature relaxing. Her own home is probably full of children's screams and loud television, as it seems to never get turned off unless the cable bill isn't paid on time.


When the girl had first found the house, along with a couple of other teenagers she was hanging out with one night, she had cleaned up the place a bit, exploring the different rooms as she did so. Now, without the dust and assorted trash scattering the place, it feels like a place she could actually see as her "home", even if it is only temporarily. She has also decided to claim her current seat as her bed, so she can hear the first signs of visitors and have time to run.


In the past five or so minutes, the teenager has been staring at a painting on the wall. It's quite ugly and crude, but Nixie likes it that way. The artwork is of a purple cat with its body parts all out of proportion. Finally, the girl turns toward the boy sitting a few feet away from her, on the same couch. She has done her best to keep up with the different names, but addressing someone would make them seem like friends. For now. Nixie decides she will speak to the others in an informal fashion, as if she still doesn't know who they are. She does speak to them, though, as they are roommates in a way.


"Hey."

 

[Tsiwentiio]

Sahara stood in the bathroom. She looked at her self and made sure that her wig was one tight and zipped up her hoodie to hide the scar from her recent operation. She didn't really wanna tell people that she still had cancer, saying that she had it at one point was definitely enough for her. She walked out and stood in the kitchen, she could see the other two in the living room she was a little nervous to go over and say anything. She took a deep breath and walked in she sat on the other side of the couch and wrapped her arms around herself.


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[Volfy]

Luke strolled along the path which lead to 'The Resort', making his way up to the run down looking home. He'd come across it not long ago and had found it to be surprisingly intact, despite it's outwards appearance. It wasn't much, but it was an escape from his family, probably an escape for the rest of those who had settled there as well but he didn't pry to any great degree.


He took the few steps which lead to the small veranda out front, taking a moment before opening the door. Upon entering he saw Nix and a few others sat about on the couch, not recognizing most of them. Giving then all a friendly smile, he crossed to the window, taking up a seat on the sill before addressing them.


"I see this is coming quite the meeting house. Names Luke, good to meet ya I'm sure."

 

[Freddie]

William had heard about this place from someone on the street- a mentor who taught how to live alone with no chance of employment. The guy said that it was a bunch of teens living there, all who ran from whatever it was that plagued them. A safe haven of sorts. William didn't have any other options, and figured he might at least try. Behave himself for a while so they let him stay. It wouldn't be that bad.


The guy on the street had scratched out a map of the town, with directions in an untidy scrawl. William was still trying to decipher the drawing when the house came into view. There was no mistaking it, on it's own, on the edge. He gripped the handle of his duffle bag a little tighter, stood a little straighter, and smoothed out the sweatshirt he was wearing- a habit from the academy. He walked up to the house, hesitated at the doorstep for just a second, then knocked firmly three times on the door, and hoped that someone would open it up.

 

[AviouslyPTX]

Chloe silently walked down the street, her shorts and peach colored crop top showing that she had just finished with a session. She counted the money in her hand before stuffing it in her pocket, pleased with the $95 that she received. Turning down a path that led to the resort, she stopped when she saw a guy at the door as if waiting. She walked up beside him with a small smile. "Come on in," she said as she opened the door and walked in, using a hand to push her bright black-to-pink ombré hair out of her face. Walking into the kitchen, she found her wallet where she left it and carefully tucked the money away before walking back into the living room.


Taking a seat on the floor, she just managed to catch her breath from dancing and looked down at her phone, seeing her schedule, she saw that she had one more session and she was done for the day but that wasn't for a couple hours and it was with a woman getting married rather than a teenager or a kid which meant she didn't have to go somewhere and stay there. Quickly texting the woman and asking if she could meet in the forest behind the resort so there would be quiet and more room, she waited before receiving a reply saying it was okay.


After giving the woman directions, she slid her phone in her back pocket and brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them silently.

 

[Aato]

Noeru, with a black backpack slung over his shoulder, entered the Resort as though he lived there. Though, as soon as he made it through the door, he paused at seeing all the people in the living room. Slowly, he turned and closed the creaky door behind him, then continue through the living room and into the kitchen. 'It's getting crowded here...' It wasn't that he was anti-social or even bothered by the full room, it just took him a few minutes to warm up to being around a lot of people since he was so used to being alone. If he had to be truly honest, so many people being around excited him. They were people to talk to, they were...attention. Of course, he'd never admit that, but it's true. ...Plus, there were girls...but that was another story.


He let the bag fall from his shoulder and into one of the wooden chairs by the small dining table. Once unzipping it, he began pulling out a number of snacks...chips, cookies, candy... He probably should have brought some 'real' food, but, hey, people are usually happy with any free-for-alls, and food makes for good relations. Afterward, he zipped up the bag, then tossed it onto the floor by the table before going to sit in the other chair furthest from the kitchen entrance. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone before beginning to play games. Hey, he'd work his way into socializing.


(*This response felt...awkward. Warm up.*)

 

[Regal]

•Tommy Kaine•


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Tommy and Sheri zipped down the forest trail on the Dirtbike, her licking Tommy's ear. "Halfway down the trail to hell, in a shady meadow green; are the souls of all lost children, camped near a good ol' time canteen. This eternal resting place is known as Fiddlers Green~" Sheri said as she continued to whisper sweet nothing's into Tommy's ear. Tommy smiled, the air was smacking his face with a dose of adrenaline. "Marching down the path to hell, the grow ups can be seen. Followed by demons, soldiers, and the in between. None but the shades of lost children, may camp at fiddlers green~" Sheri now messaged Tommy's shoulders, now yelling out the last verse. "So when the Indians come to take your scalp, or in the charge of fierce melee; you stop a bullet clean. Empty your canteen, put your pistol to your head, and go to Fiddlers Green!!!~" Sheri then jumped from the bike, vanishing for the meantime. Tommy's loud dirtbike made it's way toward the abandoned house, him stopping it and turning it off. He figured he would smoke a quick cigaret before entering. Shit, he didn't even remember how he heard about this place. Maybe it was fate. Tommy lit the cigaret with a match that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

 

[animegirl20]

Roxie Heart

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Roxie was on her own now. Her parents had kicked her out and she had to find somewhere else to live. Well its not like she didn't care besides she took one of her dad's bank's

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card. She was all good. She heard of this place in the woods that runaway teens went to. So she decided she would check it out. She walked down the trail until she finally she appeared at the house. She walked up to the house and knocked at the door.


@anyone
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[Myla]

✖Elsie✖

Elsie walks up the beaten path of the abandoned house with her bad over one shoulder and a sketchpad in her hand. As she looks at the house, she sees the two people there and grumbles quietly to herself, "For being an abandon house, this house isn't very abandoned." She nods at the boy and the girl as a greeting, she mutters a quiet "Excuse me" as she passes by the girl opening the door without knocking. She doesn't bother knocking since no one really officially own the house. She waves her fingers at the other people in the room looking at them with a slight poker face. Elsie makes her way to the corner of the room that were next to the windows and sits there on the floor. Elsie sets her bag on the floor and puts her sketchpad on her lap.

 

[Regal]

Tommy Kaine


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Tommy scoffs at the greeting, then turns his attention toward the redhead attempting to be polite by knocking. "Nobody owns the house, kiddo. Let's just go in..." He stepped off his bike, flinging his cigaret, then slowly walking towards the house. He stowed his hands in his pockets, his left hand gripping his brass knuckles for safe precaution. Who was to say there weren't crazy's living in here? Tommy never took unessesary risks in that regard. He lightly opened the door, somewhat kicking it open with his heel; since the door would only open towards him.


It looked like one big happy family in the house, Tommy somewhat lowering his guard. A boyish smile appeared on his face at the number of kids taking residence here. Did he find his new home? A feeling of Nervana hit him as he walked towards the wall next to the window, slightly leaning on it. "Guess this place is gonna need a few things... I'd be happy to help, to be honest."


@anybody

 

[CinnamonOfTheSticks]

Luka

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The rain seemed to come out of nowhere. She was stuck in the midst of the woods getting drenched. She didn't plan on staying where she was at, in fact she'd heard rumor of a 'Resort' somewhere hidden amongst the trees. Luka ran, she ran hard and fast. A fresh mud hole nearly sent her to the ground but, luckily, she was able to regain her footing and press forward.


As she got closer to the house the rain subsided, she was surprised that there was an actual house, more like shack, standing there. Despite the house's rundown appearance it looked like a safe haven of sorts; to her at least. She was quick to spot the black motorcycle out front and a girl with red hair hanging out on the porch. Apparently she wasn't the only one who has heard about this so-called 'Resort'.


Luka ran up onto the porch of the house and nodded to the girl that was already standing there. She was being somewhat careful of her steps, she didn't want to fall through any loose boards that might happen to be on the porch. As she stood under the roof of the porch she wringed out her dirty blonde hair and tried her best to wick the water away form her pale skin. As she did this she looked down at her shoes. One of them had gotten covered in mud when she was running. Since this place was potentially her new home she didn't want to drag mud throughout the house. She tried her best to shake the mud off of her shoe, she even tapped it over the edge of the porch as big chunks of mud fell from the solid black shoe.


Once the majority of mud was gone from her shoe she dared to enter the house. Nuka was quite weary as she creaked the door open bit by bit. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw just how many people appeared to be taking refuge in the ram-shackled house. Though as she opened the door she failed to see the man standing there at first, (Mainly because she looked right over him.) and later realized that he was actually talking, by the time her brain started working she was able to catch the last bit of his sentence. "I'd be happy to help, to be honest."

She was fairly positive that he was talking about the house and was glad to hear that someone was already planning to take action to fix the run down place. Perhaps she would stay, if the people that were already staying here proved to be ones that she could get along with.
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