Realistic or Modern The Broken Generation

[McMajestic]

"We're Not Broken, Just Bent"​

A chair for every addict, dying kid, and diseased human won't solve our problems.

That didn't stop the judge or the mom or the doctor from prescribing it. Once a week, every Monday, like a cycle. They call it support group, but it's for you to decide if it's supporting anything at all or if it's just a waste of time on a Monday night.

And remember, it's mandatory!

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[McMajestic]

Maria Ramirez
Age: 38
Occupation: Therapist/ Support Group Leader

Maria stood, brushing her hand over a table cloth to straighten it out, glancing over a table of snacks. She had gotten an array of things since she knew an array of people were about to show up. It wasn't like the facility to put such different people together but she figured there must have been a purpose for it all- hopefully, it wasn't to introduce the depressed kids to drugs. She snorted at the thought of it, moving near the entrance hall to at least size up the people walking through the door. She doubted any of them were dangerous but still, it was nice to have an idea.

She also had to consider the fact that most of them didn't want to be here. Some were court orders or were forced by their family. It's how these group sessions always went. The majority felt trapped in a mediocre building for an entire hour. She hoped some would be brave enough to share today. She certainly needed some of them to. But even if they were reluctant she'd find a way to swindle a story out of at least one of them.

For now though, she got tired of standing there, and checked her watch to see how much longer until the first would show. Thirty minutes. She was thirty minutes early and waiting like an idiot. She sighed, walking back over to the table and grabbing a cookie, taking a bit out of it as she moved to sit on the couch pushed over against the wall. She wasn't nervous, but she was awfully curious. It wasn't like she had a detailed file on any of them, just a name and a problem.

Sasha Greene

Sasha Greene would rather be facing the horrendous trials of jail than walking across dull concrete towards a building that was going to spew inspirational quotes at her and tell her how wrong she was for her drug addiction. She could picture it now; a bunch of meth heads with three teeth and coke addicts with powder still on their nose, all scratching for more while they whined about how their addiction ruined their life. The leader of them all would, of course, agree, and tell them to 'stay strong' or some equally irritating bullshit.

The truth was heroin hadn't ruined Sasha's life. Sasha had ruined her own life, and no sixty-day-drug-free chip was going to change that. Her college fund was spent on the drug and her small apartment had evicted her, leaving her to sleep in the car she hadn't made payments on for three months. Heroin hadn't made her act up, though, it was only her and her own weak mind. She wasn't much for reprimanding herself though, since life was so short.

It was adventurous to sleep in a car that could be taken away from her at any moment. It was a thrill to pass a police officer while she was speeding- knowing her last piece of sanctuary could be taken from her. And it was even more exciting to know the drug everyone blamed her problems on was the only thing keeping her from causing more trouble.

Even now, she was high. Not enough to be a complete idiot, but certainly enough to giggle every now and then. It would keep her from snapping, at least, when the leader of this ragtag group finally decided to call on her to tell her story.

Her hand pressed against the thin bar of the door, though she didn't push it open just yet. Instead she looked through the clear glass, noticing a woman standing by a table loaded with snacks. "Oh, something to munch on- perfect!" Sasha giggled as she knew she would, and pushed the door open to walk in. She reached for a bag of chips before the woman could even say hi, and moved to sit down in the little circle. She reached for a handful, crunching obnoxiously as she waited, not bothering to listen to anything the woman said to her. She could do this. It was one hour of a fate worse than prison and then back to her free-as-a-bird life. Easy enough- or so she hoped.

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[merveille]

— CARMEN AGUIRRE

"I don't give a damn, so just shut up."

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#dddddd]A wisp of smoke escaped from the girl's lit cigarette as it dangled between her fingers. She fumbled down the street in a partially drunk daze, looking at the ground hoping not to trip over her own foot. Everything went so fast that it was easy to forget. In just a year, she had been kicked out by her parents and sent off. Sure, they bought her first apartment for her and did, in fact, lend her money due to her inability to pay for her apartment, but Carmen couldn't care less. As far as she saw it, she was disowned. She felt angry and betrayed that her parents could do such a thing and she had a seething bitterness inside. After several months of many heated, back-and-forth over the phone arguments with her father, they cut contact with her. They couldn't tolerate their daughter's unreasonable outbursts and they became frustrated and annoyed that their adult daughter was such a mess.

So, they paid for her to go to therapy for several months. They were willing to pay for a year or two if they had to, but they decided that a few months for her to see if she liked it would be good for now. They wanted their daughter to reform and become the sociable, wonderful person she was in the past. But Carmen couldn't go back how she was in the past. She wasn't an angel back then, but her parents didn't - and still don't - know that. It was her personality back then that made her so quick to smoke and drink. To please others. She promised herself that she would never return to that horrible naive and insecurely artificial phase. Never again.

This therapy session was going to be horrible and she knew it. Carmen expected to have to share her entire life story while listening to other druggies, stoners, daredevils, and other angry and fellow messed up folk share their pitiful tales of their tragic lives, expecting everyone else to listen intently and have a pity party around them. Well, Carmen didn't have a messed up life full of hardship. She was one very privileged person. Her parents were rich, she had a loving family, she was an all A's student. And one day, she found some of the worst people to call friends, let them manipulate her and her emotions, and she threw her whole life away for 2 packs of cigarettes a day and some booze while not being able to afford rent, so she needs her rich mother and father to pay it for her.

Carmen arrived at the building and looked up to observe the outside. It wasn't very big and it wasn't very good-looking. But it was the building, apparently from the address she received. She looked through the clear glass door, seeing as two ladies were already inside, and she pushed the door. She looked around briefly before having a seat on the ground as the girl did. She chewed loudly and Carmen groaned in an irritated way at the girl's poor manners before moving away from her.

(Location: Therapy - Mood: Annoyed and bored - Mentions: McMajestic - Interaction: None)
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[_Aquarius_]

JOSE DIEGO FELIX

They called it purgatory in the gangs. It wasn't as good as being free on the streets but not as bad as jail...but it was torture when they forced you to share a life story as if you were a Kardashian and willing to humiliate yourself in front of strangers. If he had gone through nearly six near death experiences and he still kept going back to his family in the streets not even a bullet would make him speak up. What was the point anyways, for everyone to realize they are in the same boat? His mother told him it would be productive but his only rhought was the contrary. Productive was drug dealing and making bank in less than an hour. That was productive not some dumb elementary get together of ring around the rosy.

The officer in the driver seat kept looking back at him as if Diego would jump out of the car any moment now. The only reason he would rather do this than jail was custody. Maybe he would be able to take off the restraining order placed on him. His girlfriend had negated his right to see his own daughter and maybe just maybe this potluck of despair would get him closer to his daughter, the only important thing in his life.

They pulled around the corner of a brick building and the officer opened the door for him removing the cuffs one by one making eye contact with him so he wouldn't make a run for it. Diego rolled his eyes as the officer walked hism through the doors and up till the door of a classroom.
" I will be back in an hour, Mr. Felix."
And with that the officer left his side and Diego entered the white pasty room. There were chairs in a circle and it looked like it was kids birthday party with the snacks decorating the table. ....what is this? musical chairs?...he muttered under his breath and could not wait till this was over.

 

[Luna_Marie]

With her head down, Marie let her father lead her from the car parked on the side of the street and up to the building. Her eyes quickly took in the view with distaste and they hurried inside.
"You'll be fine honey, and you know this is the best for you. They can help you get over all of this mess."
Marie stood quietly and watched the people inside the room munch on snacks and look grumpy. She glared at her father.
"You cannot seriously expect me to 'just get over this mess.'... It's not like I'm getting bullied at school or something, I lost a fucking baby!"
The loud outburst surprised even her as she stared into her fathers shocked eyes. The young woman turned away sharply and slammed the door behind her, leaving the man in the hallway. She took soft steps, breathing deeply with each one. Her slender arms wrapped around her stomach as she glanced at the few people who arrived before her. She could sit by herself, the man, or near the two girls. Marie immediately stepped away from the man and decided to just sit by herself, keeping a wary eye on all of them. Soon her fingers were digging into her stomach so hard it looked and felt like she was going to rip it open.
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[PenguinFox]

Matt sat silently in the passengers seat of his sort of therapist, Julie's, car. She wasn't truly his doctor as he was broke but she still liked to tend to him. His teeth clenched tightly as he stared out the window. "Nervous?" she asked. Matt shrugged, he wasn't entirely sure but really he just didn't feel like talking. Most likely he would be doing a lot of that the next hour or so. "Just be yourself." she said gently. He blinked at her blankly a couple of times, unsure if that was a joke or a jab at him or just poor word choice. The next few minutes were spent in silence until finally the Julie said "I know Maria, she's very kind. She's been a friend of mine for years now. Together you'll get through this, maybe even help the others there yourself." she said playing at his empathy. He half smiled, but it faded quickly. "Not sure what I could do to help anyone." he said both bitterness and sadness in his voice. Julie just smiled knowingly "You'll see." she said.

Before long the car stopped and the pair walked to the front doors. Matt looked inside to see people already there. "I hope I'm the only one there." he said not referring to other support group members. Julie walked with Matt to the entrance where they both stopped for a moment. She gave him a gentle nudge forward as a mother would to a child on their first day of school. He took a deep breath and walked forward, making no eye contact with anyone and sat down in a chair with as much distance from everyone as possible. He gazed absently at the floor, focusing only on his own thoughts. Julie stood in the doorway watching Matt just sit there she looked over to Maria and gave her a smile and a nod.

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[Prizzy Kriyze]

Alexander Brown
Beep beep beep
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Ah fuck off...

The alarm clock's red light gave out when Alex slapped it so hard its cord left the socket. It was early, he had a headache, and the only reason he had to get out of bed was because of that meeting thing he had to go to. If he didn't, then he'd soon be one loft apartment short and homeless. Besides, ugh.

He stopped the thought short and got out of bed. No amount of bitching about it was going to make his life better, so it was better just to get going. A brown button-up shirt was neatly folded on a chair next to his bed, one of the few signs that he was trying to get his life back together. Dress, eat something, drink coffee, take a smoke on the balcony, brush teeth, rince, repeat, every morning forever. Structure was fine... habits were a step forward. Last thing before locking the door was to pull down the shades. Habit.

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When he arrived at the facility it was still early. Very early. The air was cool despite the piercing rays of early sunlight, and paired with poor sleep and nicotine it had Alex shivering. Blowing in his hands like it made a difference he sat in his car chain smoking whilst the sun crept up into the sky. His mind wandered on to better things, and before he'd known it a person entering the building pulled him out of his daydreams.

His half-finished cigarette had him waiting at the entrance, and while he did so another smoking individual appeared. Over his sunglasses Alex noted that the man was about his own age probably, wore some plain sweater and khaki pants combo paired with sunglasses. Somehow he'd expected people who came here to have a more extreme look, less like any other person on the street, but this guy look anything but out of the ordinary. Couldn't hurt, if anything maybe he'd get a smoking buddy.

Wrong.
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Trevor Boyde

"Out of my way, fucko." Trevor said as he pushed his way past the wannabe-rockstar at the entrance. Today had been particularly bad, and not only because he was forced to come to this shit fest. Apparently they arrested his local pot dealer, so he was stuck smoking regular fucking cigarettes up until someone else got their thumb out of their ass and did something about it. Had to be the one day he wanted his edge off, too.

Unfortunately there was a fire alarm a bit down the hallway, so Trevor grunted, exhaled, and then put the cigarette out against the wallpaper. Some depressed-looking babyface entered a glass door down the hall, so Trev decided to follow suit. Nobody'd told him where to go (or rather, he didn't listen) and when he got up to the door the group inside looked exactly like what he'd expect a bunch of aids-ridden scourges on society would look like. One bitch looked constipated, another was on the floor and the third was stuffing her face like she'd just smoked a pound and had munchies out the ass. Dudes were no better, first there was that detestable babyface. Oh you could just tell how he victimized himself by that expression! Then some wannabe gang-banger. Fuck, bet he wouldn't know how what to do with a gun if ya placed his finger on the trigger.

Without further ado he slammed the door open, causing the glass to vibrate close to breaking. "Is this the sympathy chamber? Because I popped a viagra and am ready to crank one out to the sound of your sobbing."

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[Rui]

Gracen:

"That's classy."
Gracen entered shortly after Trevor, hearing the tail end of his story, drawn in by the faint smell of the extinguished cigarette.
"You gonna kill some kittens or mame a puppy while you're at it? I hear that makes it all the better." She muttered dryly, walking past Trevor and over to the snacks with no more than a condescending sneer his way. Her expression grew bleak as she looked over the spread.

Swedish fish? They brought us fucking Swedish fish...

She rolled her eyes and grabbed a black licorice stick from the mix of candies and other unhealthy shit they'd compiled.
She bit down, savoring the sickly sweet taste of her second favorite candy. Only dark chocolate could top this. It wasn't quality licorice; probably Twizzlers or some dollar store shit they picked up the day before for a buck.

She sat down in one of the available chairs, legs crossed in her jean skirt, a short sleeved periwinkle shirt, cropped and tight fitting baring her abnormally small midsection. There were scars...a lot of them. An array of scars on her wrists, looking almost like plaid; some horizontal, some vertical, all deep. On her legs, little cuts, a few bruises blooming from god knows what.

Her neck was the most alarming, though. Rope burn left her pretty pale neck mottled, like a choker of scar tissue. Some was still raised and pink from newness. Her dad said she had to wear clothes that showed her scars, as opposed to her usual conservative wardrobe.
She stared down at her white converse, a small smirk coming onto her lips.
He didn't even know the extent of her scars and cuts, some new.

She'd have to be naked to bare them all.​

 

[Dominaiscna]

Eirian Williams

Eirian had woken in the early hours of the morning that day as he often did. Ever since a few months after the incident, nightmares had been regular visitors to him during sleep. Though his unconscious mind was often filled with the stuff of wet dreams, there was no pleasure in the memories that surfaced. For him, it was like going through hell over and over again.

For an hour or so, he sat at the piano in his room, playing one melody over and over again to clear his mind of the dark thoughts. Playing music always helped to push the bad memories away and calm down... just as it did then. Once he was ready, he washed up, ate and prepared to leave, making sure to grab his glasses. His family had signed him up for a support group. Though he wasn't looking forward to the experience, he didn't want them to worry anymore than they did. The least he could do was give it a try... things could only get better right?

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Once his motorbike was parked by the side of the building, Eirian removed his helmet and straightened his glasses. He'd parked relatively close to the entrance of the place and took a moment to gaze up at the building before noticing the figure standing outside with a cigarette. It was a man, a rather handsome one at that, and the young model felt instantly both attracted to and repulsed by him. If it had been him 2 years ago, he would've only felt the former.

With helmet under one arm, he walked towards the entrance. His dark brown eyes remained lowered to the ground and, as he breezed past Alexander, he couldn't help swallowing nervously at the light smell of smoke. Once he was down the hall, Eirian noticeably relaxed but tension settled in his frame as he reached the door to the designated room.

For what seemed like forever, he stood frozen with one hand on the door handle. His eyes beheld the people through the glass and he felt his body grow cold. Some looked lost, broken, completely out of it while others appeared to be starting up a ruckus already. He seldom heard positive things about support groups... was he making the right choice?
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[Luna_Marie]

Marie glanced up to watch the people around her. No one wanted to be near the other but she noticed that there were only so many chairs left in the room that were unoccupied. That meant they would probably start soon. She groaned softly as a sharp pain hit her stomach and a soft, quivering breath escaped her lips. Realizing that other people were beginning to sit beside her she bit her lip hard. Her gaze fixed on the girl next to her with momentary interest before she looked on the other side of her, watching a male a seat over from her. He was trying to distance himself which was assuring but Marie couldn't help but scoot slightly closer to the other girl. She adjusted her hair so her scar was less noticeable and stared down at her hands, finally releasing her stomach from the phantom pain. ​

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[Rui]

Gracen:

She glanced over at the girl, noticing she'd moved incrementally closer.
"Do you understand personal space? You look like you're about to hurl, and if you're this close when you do," she sighed exhasperatedly, rubbing the bridge of her nose in annoyance.
"God I hate all of you already. Go take your fat grabbing fetish somewhere else."
She ushered her away with a dismissive hand, grabbing a smoke from a pack in her small purse. These were hand rolled; obviously high quality and menthol, perhaps. She fished a lighter from within the bag, and with a flick, a flame appeared. She held it over the end of her cigarette for a moment before it took, and she snapped it shut and returned it to the back, along with the pack.
She sighed, taking a heavy drag to cope.

Really sucks my dealer got arrested. I'm stuck with this crap, and Vick's in jail for god knows how long. Now I gotta find another...
Luna_Marie ​

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Trevor Boyde

"Fiesty." Trevor thought to himself. The skinny girl was hot, but that threw a stick in the wheel for nobody involved in the exchange. "Kinda surprised an anorexia case like yourself can muster enough strength to pass gas that violently through your face." He said and smirked. Not that he'd stopped smirking for a second since he entered the room, but it grew all the more malicious. First one to speak back is the first one to go.

She had a bad demeanour right off the bat, but that really just made it all the more enjoyable. The poor girl she sat next to was immediately made a victim, and Trev couldn't blame her. This group was just so easy.

Happy to get someone trying to yank at his chain, he instantly decided to take a seat next to the girl. Without a single attempt at hiding it, he looked her up and down. "Hey, looks like someone's keeping a tally on how many times she's let daddy down." Trev barely even finished the sentence before he looked past her at the girl who'd just stopped clenching her midsection. "Oi, if you're constipated there's a toilet down the hall; just push it out! Shouldn't be that hard, bet you've had bigger things up in there anyway."

Quite satisfied with his addition to the conversation, he leaned back in his chair.

Alexander Brown​

Now, he wasn't exactly anticipating that but there was no particular reason for Alex to get hung up on one dude's misbehaviour. Instead he endeavoured to finish his smoke and join the rest of the group asap. He was just about to flick the butt away when he noticed the motorcyclist awkwardly making his way up past him. Obscured behind the tinted lenses his eyes followed him, and he could almost cut the artificial tension in the air with a butter knife.

He flicked the butt away and entered shortly after the awkward man, and found him sitting in the room and decided that -fuck it, why not- and sat down next to him. Only about a second passed before he looked up from his seat and raised an eyebrow at the man and girl sitting across from him. The girl had lit up a cigarette indoor in modern times, which was unlikely to pass well; on the other hand, it wasn't as if Alexander minded much. It was more their foul-mouthedness that piqued his interest.

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[Luna_Marie]

Marie's eyes turned dark and she glared at both the male and female on her right. Her teeth clenched and the scar on her cheek began to burn. Feeling anger swell up inside her, she stopped herself. A deep breath escaped her lips and she turned the other way. The young woman quietly moved herself a seat over so that she was now sitting next to the other man. Her foot tapped softly as she took slow breaths to calm herself. The old her would've started a fight right then and there, but lately that Fire has been burned out. It made her nervous to sit so close to a man but she just twirled her fingers and tangled them together over and over again in her lap. Keeping her sanity and composure was the goal today. ​

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[McMajestic]

Sasha had merely been observing. Her crunching quieted though she didn't stop eating as she watched everyone file in, making a big show of being sloppy drunk or snapping. She rolled her eyes, continuing to eat. "Is everyone here going to have a stick up their ass?" she asked, glancing towards poor Marie who had been trying and failing to greet the little misfits as they filed in like handicapped ants. Marie turned on Sasha suddenly, sighing and she shook her head. "That's kind of rude, don't you think? I'm sure you don't wanna be here either, Munchies." It was a bit too snarky for a therapist to her patient, but Sasha only smiled. This lady wasn't all bad. At least she had the nerve to call Sasha out, and nobody had done that in years. It was the biggest reason for all her troubles- well, the second biggest reason.

As another boisterous life filed in, Sasha snorted, standing to go set the chips back on the table for now as he went on his little rant. Of course, mentioning Viagra wasn't anything anyone wanted to hear, especially not from someone who was probably in their early twenties. She would have responded but he seemed to preoccupied in the smoking girl to hear anything else. She almost laughed at how pathetic it was. Was he seriously interested in a girl at a support group? A problem child that probably should be dead? Maria was already turning towards the stench of smoke but Sasha beat her to it, getting to her feet and yanking the cigarette out of the girl's hand. "Nicotine kills, honey," she said, before taking a drag out of it and letting it fall to the floor, stomping on it to end its suffering.

"And we all get you're a bitch but you don't have to be so cruel. None of us want to be here." Sasha moved to sit down next to the girl that was being tormented by both the pathetic boy and obnoxiously bitchy girl as extra protection. The guy the girl had decided to sit next to had come with his own therapist, and was rather quiet, so she didn't think he'd have much of a mouth on him to help the poor girl's case. "Ignore them. They just think their bad attitudes are going to get them kicked out but it's actually going to get them into two sessions a week instead." Sasha was friendly enough, never seeing a reason to be hotheaded, especially not with a girl who hadn't said a word since she'd been there, who looked scared instead of angry or bored. "I'm Sasha, the heroin addict. You don't have to tell me why you're here," she added, leaning back in her chair a bit as she looked around their circle without sticking to one person for too long. "But a name would be nice so I know what to call you when I want chips. I think if you really stretch you're at the perfect angle to not even have to get up to grab the chips." She laughed, looking back at the table as she licked some stray salt off her lips.

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[Rui]

Gracen:

She chuckled low in her throat, taking another cigarette from her purse and lighting up as she listened to that bratty boy attempt to insult her.
She glanced over at the girl who took her cig, a sour look settling on her face, "That's what I'm trying to accomplish, 'honey', I've failed in the conventional routes." She smirked, and returned her gaze to the boy.

"What can I say? I have a terrible memory, how else can I keep count?" She took another drag.

"Ooh, and you're so special." She exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke into his face, "You're what, some druggie? Criminal? Just taking a shot at this, since I've been o a lot of these cuddle clubs and seen fifty versions of you, mommy didn't love you, daddy was a worthless dick, and you think douchey comments, drugs, and ditzy blonde bitches will make you feel better." She studied him, "and maybe a little trouble with the law? If mommy and daddy didn't care, who else would make you come but a judge?" She smirked, studying his face.

"I'm right, aren't I?"
She grabbed another cig from her bag.
"Want a smoke?"
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[Luna_Marie]

Marie studied Sasha for a moment and sighed, looking around the room.
"I don't give a shit about them... I'm Marie. Just not gonna sit near people who think they're the shit when actually no one wants them around."
She gave a slight smile at the joke about reaching for snacks.
"Got the munchies?"
Marie looked up a bit more, allowing herself to slightly relax but still watched every person in the room. ​

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[McMajestic]

Sasha shrugged at the girl before looking back at Marie, still with a hint of a smile on her face. "I'm not bitch-faced out of it like some people here but I did smoke a bit, just for a buzz to get the edge off. As we can both see everyone here is trying way too hard to have that edge so I'm sure I'm a refreshing little sunflower in this storm." She laughed again, maybe a bit too loud this time, before letting her chair rest on its back two legs as she stretched, then gently set it back down.

She took the room in again, actually paying attention this time. So far no one wanted to be there, it seemed. One girl seemed drunk and the rest were openly trying to defy with words or actions. She didn't get it. At least half of them were court orders and knew they needed to get out with good behavior. How could they act like such idiots with Ramirez in the room, scrutinizing all of them? It baffled her in a sobering kind of way, and she looked towards the quiet boy and Marie. "Hey, you know what? We should go somewhere after this. Quiet boy, you're invited too so long as you're nice. I can drive but my beat-up baby is also a hotbox so you'd both be breathing in the sweet scents of heroin on the drive." She knew they were strangers, but she also knew she didn't care. She needed to do something fun after this mess of a session in order to make up for the depressing vibe. Maybe they could dine and dash, or she could drink alcohol while sitting on an officer's car with two new friends as lookouts. She wondered if they'd be willing to be as crazy as her, and hoped they would. It was a lot to keep up with, but she loved it when the others could.

PenguinFox Luna_Marie

Maria sighed, already lost in her own annoyance for the group. One was drunk, one was smoking- well, nope, not anymore. None of them seemed to want to sit next to an actual human being, and the comments that were coming out of everyone's mouths weren't the nicest- not that she was complaining. At least the were talking. She turned, meaning to head to the door when she noticed Julie, and grinned despite the situation. She waved once, looking over the crowd before focusing on Matt. She'd seen him before since Julie liked to treat him like a son. Of course, she hadn't said more than the usual small talk to him.

For now, she moved closer to the entrance, leaning against the wall as she counted them all off. This was everyone, or close to everyone, at least, and so she figured she could start soon, though the longer she listened in the less likely she was of any real work getting done today. Maybe a couple of the quieter ones would talk, or the nicer ones who at least weren't openly snapping about their obvious frustrations with being present.

 

[merveille]

— CARMEN AGUIRRE

"I don't give a damn, so just shut up."

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#dddddd]Sitting on the sidelines and watching all the action had soon become amusing. Five guys and two other girls all arrived after her. One guy looked like a gang member, two guys looked more normal, two guys and a girl had cigarettes, and one girl was clenching her . . . stomach for some reason.

One of the cigarette guys and a very skinny girl had taken to picking on the stomachache girl, who had sighed and moved away. While the sharp-tongued altercation between the three had been amusing to watch (and she now watched the two go at each other), it had been quite a hypocritical and idiotic thing to do. They were all pretty fucked up. The blonde pretty boy just seemed like a dick overall, probably got into some problem with drugs, maybe alcohol. Or maybe he had another generic hard life without a parent and got into trouble with the help of friends or even family who went down the wrong path. The brunette bitch looked like she'd starved herself and hadn't eaten in a few days, at the least. She looked almost like just flesh and bones. She definitely wasn't just "naturally skinny", not even close. And the two thought they were winning at trash-talking. Pathetic.

She observed as the brunette "guessed" his story. Carmen wouldn't get involved or hurl snarky insults and self-satisfied smirks, but she was pretty sure most of them were like that. Why would someone want to fuck up their life this bad in the first place? She just happened to be privileged - or formerly privileged. She was seated furthest away from everyone else, though she could clearly hear the loud chomping from the more upbeat girl with short black hair.

(Location: Therapy - Mood: Slightly amused, but more annoyed - Mentions: McMajestic PenguinFox Dominaiscna _Aquarius_ Prizzy Kriyze Rui Luna_Marie - Interaction: None)
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[Prizzy Kriyze]

Trevor Boyde

The constipated girl scooted off and started fiddling with her fingers like an opioid addict. He wasn't ruling out that she wasn't one, but it was a funnier way to look at it. So far everything was going great, people were fighting, nothing was getting done... it was really, really great. Just like his everyday life, to be honest. Just a spliff on top of this, maybe a dab or so. Really, it'd set the tone just right. Maybe he wouldn't even have to hate all of them.

Hah, who was he kidding.

It did annoy him how everybody spoke over each other though. Preschool, that's what it felt like. Not that he'd ever really been to one, but public media made it feel like this. At least sixteen and pregnant over here was being talkative.

"Ooh, and you're so special."

"Yup."

"You're what, some druggie? Criminal?"

Nod

"... mommy didn't love you, daddy was a worthless dick, and you think douchey comments, drugs, and ditzy blonde bitches will make you feel better."

"You bet your ass they do."

Not entirely true. Come on, Trevor wasn't unhappy on a daily basis, quite the contrary: he loved life! And death, as long as it entailed other people. Seriously, who HASN'T had a dead hooker in their trunk before. Though that particular time wasn't his fault. Honestly. Otherwise he'd brag.

"I'm right, aren't I?"

Nope, but she could believe that if it made her feel better. He specifically came here to fuck around, not to actually pour his life story out.

"Want a smoke?"

He leaned forward and reached for it, then at the last moment flicked it out of her hand.

"Not from your menthol-smoking ass, that's for sure." He said, then calmly leaned back in his seat and searched for eye contact with any of those in the room.

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[Rui]

Gracen:

Gracie knew when she had someone pinned. It was a good feeling, like a high but deeper.
It was filling the pit of her unhappiness with the misery of another. It wasn't strong with him, no, he was better at this game than she'd admit.
"Ouch. Someone has some hurt feelings. Bitch boy bites."
She retracted her hand, a satisfied smile on her lips.
"I can deal with that."
She studied her own cigarette, noticing she had more ash than cig left. She promptly put it out on her bare thigh, not even flinching as a reddish-pink circle was seared into her leg. She got up, dropping the butt into the trash, and sat back down, long stick legs carrying her smoothly to her seat. Sometimes she thought she looked kinda like Jack Skellington from Nightmare Before Christmas. She liked that.
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[Dominaiscna]

Eirian Williams

As Eirian stood in the hall, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps from behind him echoing against the walls of the corridor. It was undoubtedly the guy who was smoking outside, coming to join the rest of the group. Not wanting to get caught standing as if in a daze and potentially get questioned, he pushed open the door and went inside. There he was met with an adult who appeared to be in charge of all the on goings. She seemed incredibly stressed and tired off already so he threw her the warmest smile he could manage before heading to one of the free seats. Behind him, the door opened and closed.

On the seat he had chosen, the young man placed his helmet before heading over to the snacks table for some mean hot coco. Thankfully they had provided all the ingredients for him to whip up something. While he was at the snack table, he listened in on the conversations around him... and almost immediately regretted his decision. Almost immediately, he tuned out everything around him and focused on what he was doing. With the warm mug of hot coco in hand, Eirian turned to walk back to his seat, feeling a bit better.

However, as he took a sip of the drink, he spied the guy from outside in the seat next to his. His step faltered slightly but otherwise nothing else would betray the tension in his body. It was not like he could move to another seat without making it look rude or awkward... and besides, all the seats were slowly getting taken up. Time to suck it up.

Swallowing his nervousness, Eirian approached his seat, giving Alexander a faint smile. "Hey..." he said in greeting before moving his helmet to under his chair and sitting down beside the other guy. It wasn't even like a proper greeting.. rather it was as if he wanted to say something else but had nothing to say. That was all he could manage... and it was awkward as HELL.

Interaction : Prizzy Kriyze
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[_Aquarius_]

JOSE DIEGO FELIX

Diego felt like a misplace chocolate chip in a sugar cookie. He didn't b3long with these pitiful gringos who probably were just here for some depression they couldn't handle. If it werent for the court order he wouldn't be here having this soul talk of a get together. It was a badly planned potluck of messed up lives and he would have mich rather had a one on one session. Even though this way he could easily just say nothing for the next month or so.

A latina with curves and mean eyebrows walked in...finally not the only I'm uncultured with a problem. She seemed different than him nevertheless strutting her new shoes and pinned up hair. He looked down at his sneakers from the last time his feet stopped growing in the 8th grade. A bit ashames he tucked them away then looked over as a couple of wanna be badasses quarreled over whose life was worse. If it was up to him he wouldnt change a thing in his life. It made him who he was and no one could change his past of him.

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[PenguinFox]

Matt remained almost entirely motionless as people filed in. He felt glances in his direction but ignored them. He was concentrating only on staying him. When one guy came in like a firecracker and immediately began mouthing off everyone in sight Matt's eye twitched slightly. He needed to avoid him, that would only lead down one path, and it wasn't a good one. After being harassed for no reason a girl moved to an adjacent seat to Matt. Upon noticing this he moved his chair slightly away, trying to make it seem like he was giving her space rather than being rude. As long as he kept things neutral Matt would remain himself.

Before long another girl came and sat near Matt too and he let out the tiniest whine at that. He didn't want people to get near him, he couldn't trust himself. At least this girl was friendly unlike the rest of the room which seemed incredibly toxic. Matt had just gotten back to concentrating on a speck on the floor when he heard someone talking to him. The friendly girl. He slowly moved his head and looked at her. "Matt." He said flatly. "My name is usually Matt." he wasn't sure he wanted to hang out with anyone from here, or anyone at all really so instead of replying he simply half smiled in a polite fashion. McMajestic Luna_Marie

 

[McMajestic]

Sasha looked towards Matt as he introduced himself, though she found his word choice odd. Most people didn't refer to themselves as usually having a certain name. It made her wonder if he was here because he also went by other things. "Well, okay, Usually Matt." She smirked at the little nickname, thinking it would stick quite well unless it absolutely annoyed him. "The hotbox option is going to be there until it's time to go and I blow this popsicle stand so just think about it. That cute little smile thing you got going on though works wonders at a bar, though, which is a place you look old enough to get into. You should come along and buy me a drink." She winked at him, before turning back to Marie. "And you should come so when guys hit on me we can be a lesbian couple." She began to reach back for the table as well. "Oh, fuck yes, cookies. God bless America and all their disgustingly sweet snacks." Sasha swiped them up, barely balancing on her teetering chair, before landing in a thundering, unruly fashion on all four legs.

She stuffed a cookie in her mouth and chewed, offering them to her new support group buddies. "You can have some but I intend to eat most of them." She grabbed another as if to prove her point, before glancing up at a clock on the wall. In five minutes the meeting would start. Nobody looked particularly excited to share and so if it came down to it, Sasha would. She'd watched enough television to know how these things went. It was just easier to cooperate, and it would certainly go by quicker if people were talking rather than sitting in haughty silence.
Luna_Marie PenguinFox

 

[Luna_Marie]

Marie bit her lip and eyed Matt with new interest. Her hazel gaze flickered to each person in the trio.
"I uh don't think I can come... I kinda reserved a room after this and since I paid for it I gotta go, so..."
Marie let her words trail off. Part of her wanted to join Sasha, to be the old her again, but another part of her is nervous around people and doesn't want to miss her reservation time. This is the only time of the month when Marie can afford to rent out a room for her dancing.
"But maybe another time? I just gotta do a thing today, it's no big deal."
A false and forced smile fell onto her lips so that her words seemed more sincere. ​

McMajestic PenguinFox

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