Realistic or Modern Troubled Youth

[Rat]

Calum Alexander Hale

He grinned when Apollo's bag was cleared "So...why are you here?" he finally decided to ask though immediately regretted doing so in case it was something really bad, He was sure not everyone here was just a 'bad kid' like he was. "I-I mean you don't have to tell me if you don't want too" he said quickly as he got the key to his room

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Apollo took his and looked down sheepishly. "Oh, um, well..." He sighed and took his key before picking up his bag absently. "My father abused me for a while and he gave me these drugs that were supposedly pain killers. And I became addicted I suppose." He said, slightly embarrassed as he walked forward quietly, glancing at Callum as he did so with a sigh.





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[Rat]

Calum Alexander Hale

He frowned and shook his head swiftly "I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked" he said quickly as he looked at the number on his key before looking at the corresponding doors, Blushing a little bit when he realized the rooms were right next to eachother "Well that's convenient" he said under his breath and was likely thinking bad thoughts. He shoved the key in the hole before turning it until it made a satisfying click noise and he looked over at Apollo with a small grin again "Looks like we're neighbors" he said quietly.

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Apollo smiled at the other. "I guess so!" He said as he tried his best to chip back into his happy mood. He couldn't linger on the past. It would be best for his state of mind if he didn't. Besides, now he had someone right next to him. A friend. He opened his door happily, glancing at Callum.





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[Rat]

Calum Alexander Hale

He nodded to him before handing him his cell phone which had a lion case "Put your number in it" he said with a wink and a quiet chuckle before tossing his bag in the room and leaning on the door frame while he waited. He hoped that they would become more than friends, Despite the rules being no more than hugging of the same gender did they really think people would listen to that? Dumbasses. He thought as he started chewing on his lip absently

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Apollo looked down at the phone and blushed lightly. He put his number in it with a small shrug before handing the phone back to him. He looked up at Callum and suddenly began to wonder if he found someone while he was here. Not just anyone one.


Someone.


The one you'd spend the rest of your life with. That one. He blushed a little at the thought. He had never thought of it before, and wondered why now it was coming to him just now. He had dated a few girls, but never boys. Girls just seemed all the same. Always wanting something from him. That did seem rather stereotypical, and he knew there were girls that he'd find to be rather lovely. But he just hadn't found one yet. He dated another boy then, and it seemed to be more interesting. They seemed to care more for him. But he soon moved away and they lost touch. Due to his father finding out and not approving. But now he had freedom. The things he'd be able to be freely without being punished.





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[lvcid]

Kendra Marie Holland

Kendra stared up at the looming school building in front of her, her pink suitcase on the asphalt beside her. Her mother had long gone, disappearing in a cloud of dust, leaving Kendra alone on the curb..."where she belonged". With a few mumbled words of detest, she walked along the sidewalk, her suitcase clattering behind on uneven wheels. Kendra made her way into the building and over to the designated check-in area. People - staff, apparently - were going around and rummaging through other students' luggage as they stood in line, looking for anything that would go against the school policy or be considered "dangerous" and "illegal". Kendra crossed her arms and let her suitcase fall to the floor beside her, watching as someone came over to inspect it. "This is so stupid," she grumbled under her breath, not caring if the worker happened to overhear. Bored, Kendra looked down at the purple, chipped fingernail polish on her nails, not noticing when the worker had finished and stood her suitcase back up.

 

[Rat]

Calum Alexander Hale

He took the phone back and nodded "Thanks, I'll text you when I'm done unpacking, maybe we can do something" he said with a shrug and didn't even entirely know where he meant to go with that so he'd let him interpret it however he wanted. Surely his innocent seeming mind wouldn't go to the dirty places, But even if it did Calum didn't mind. The last person he'd dated as a girl who was just with him for his looks and because she liked 'bad boys' and he admitted that he might've been a little more bad trying to impress her. And then she cheated on him with his 'best friend' which Calum proceeded to beat the shit out of. That was a fun time. He then waved to him before wandering into his room and left the door open. The room seemed pretty simple but it'd do, He could always redecorate if he felt so inclined, Probably by writing on the walls. He started unpacking and putting the clothes in the closet with a sigh.

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Apollo nodded. "Okay then!" He said before going to his room to unpack happily. He couldn't get the thought out of his head now. He tended to think of insane things now and then. And when he soon thought of him and Callum being together he blushed intensely. W-What? Where did that come from? He thought to himself before shaking his head and proceeding to unpack his stuff nervously, his face now flushed.





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[starboy]

Antoin


Antoin waited, tediously, achingly, for his bag to get thoroughly checked for, oh, what the fuck ever. They found a resounding nothing, of course, and all they had seemed to accomplish was ruffling up his clothes and other possessions. Of course, he understood why there was a bag check, considering the lovely nature of the school, but that didn't mean he liked it. The air around him had a familiar scent. Mild Lysol and severe disappointment. The smell of any psych ward and definitely the smell of this school. At least, this part of it. He rocked back and forth on his heels, his attention pulled out of his empty mind when he heard someone next to him mutter, "This is so stupid."


Being the attention whore he was- kidding, maybe- he chuckled, slightly, and decided to turn to the words' speaker and respond, "I know, right? I'm honestly just surprised there's no strip search. At least, I hope there isn't..."


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[Xan]

Iain Faulkner




Not many kids could claim they rode to school in a police car. And if anyone ever expressed a desire to, Iain was there and ready to tell them it's not as fun as it looks. They hadn't made him ride there in handcuffs, thank jesus, but as soon as his door was open, Officer Davis, with his clammy palms and weirdly thick knuckle hair was there, turning him this way and that as he was cuffed. 'Wow, because the first impression I need to make is to walk into school with fucking handcuffs.' Iain had thought to himself, all toothy smiles and a joke or two he spouted out at the officer just so he wouldn't call home and tell his dad he had given an officer lip. He didn't even remember the joke, that's how unfunny it probably was, but Officer Davis laughed.





"You're a good kid, Iain, you just need time to figure that out," Davis said, having his second officer carry Iain's bags as said teenager began the frogmarch of shame across the front lawn. "Did my Dad tell you to say that?" The male asked jokingly, thought honestly, he probably did. The officer guffawed and gave Iain a firm slap pat on the back and no other answer. Finally, they reached the door and that too was opened for Iain, who was still smiling, even though he was developing a stress headache from the way his arms were pulled behind his back. His things were set on a table and immediately rifled through. Officer Davis seemed to assess the situation for a few moments before Iain felt his handcuffs shift and come off with a click. "Don't do anything stupid, follow the rules, we'll be back to check in on you, et cetera." Davis said, nodding to the staff and giving Iain one more too hard pat on the back before ducking out the door, leaving him standing among strangers.


"Fuck," Iain immediately said as the door fully shut, voice derisive and loud as yet another cigarette pack was extracted, and then a paint can. He was very eloquent, very calm. Just kidding, he was pissed.

 

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"Are you seriously high right now?"


Her mother, who was sitting beside her, pestered her. Dakota looked at her mother with a look of with a look of pure disgust. She was having a bad trip and her mothers, nails on chalk board, voice wasn't helping her with her busting migraine.


"So what if I'm high? You don't care about me anyways.." She sighed pulling down the skirt she was wearing and shook her to gravity could work its mysterious magic and pull her bangles to her wrist.


"Oh honey what do you mean I don't care about you? I get you the most lavish of things, what else am I suppose to do to show you I care?" Her mother stoked her blonde hair with her purple painted nails.


She laughed. Her mother was stupid, naive. She didn't need those lavish things, she was just kissing her butt in order for her to be decent. It was working anymore, and her mother freaked out and got even more things she didn't need. It had gotten terrible. Lashing out, getting on the front page of them major magazines.


Actress and model Lana rain's daughter found completely drunk in a plaza hotel on fifth avenue.





Was the headline and her mother was furious and sent her here. To the place she dreaded, a school that was going "fix" her. Like that was going to really happen. She laughed at the thought of her mother actually thinking this place was going to help her in anyways shape or form. It was only going to make her worse. Being around people equally or even worse than her? How would that help?


Her mother was stupid and it irked her nerves. The ride was long and boring. Her buzz had long wore off when they arived. It was dark, her mother wanted to drop her off before the paprazzi caught wiff of where they were. Her mother said her good byes and dropped her off at the front. She didn't want to be seen by anybody so she stayed in the car. Sighing she picked of her bags and walked into the front door. She was going to have to sign herself in.


Looking back she saw a few cars follow after her mother. Obviously they were paprazzi and her mothers plan did not work.





"Oh well." She muttered opening the door. She really hoped that nobody recognized her and she was just another normal. She absolutely detested being in her mothers shadow all the time.


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[FloatingAroundSpace]

Elizabeth Kassab

<<You can go suck a donkey's arse,>> Elizabeth muttered in Arabic to the back of her the doctor's head, her own hands folded over her chest. The scrap of red was tucked into her favorite faux leather jacket, barely peeking out. The man sitting in the front seat kept his eyes forward, his brown hair neatly combed into place.


"This is for your own good," he said, glancing at her from his rear-view mirror. "You need a place to recover."


<<You're a doctor,>> Elizabeth told him in Arabic, knowing he could not understand, <<not a father.>>


"You're highly intelligent," he continued. "You can master languages in a few months. Don't let it all go to waste, ok?"


"Like you think mom let it go to waste," Elizabeth spat, knowing the insult layered underneath his words. She turned her head away and missed his flinch.


"She... is different than you," he said slowly, his voice quiet as it always was whenever Elizabeth's mother was dragged into the conversation. For Elizabeth, it always irked her. He had no pity for her mother and did not falsify it. She hardly saw him care, having told the police her crimes to get her thrown in jail the first place. And now he was doing it to her, sending her to some school where they would straighten out individuals like her, criminals, delinquents. He was putting her in jail, too, trapping her.


"Not so different that you would lock us both up to avoid tarnishing your precious reputation," Elizabeth said, her voice dark.


He remained silent, his eyes trained on the road and his fingers flexing on the wheel. He could shout at her, scream, call her names. But he never did. He simply let her hurl her insults and act out, throwing things against walls, drinking and popping pills in the kitchen until the buzz in her brain went down. He was a boy trying to be a father and a husband and a man and the cloak he had tried to dawn on himself had swallowed him whole. He was not someone who could raise Elizabeth and he was not someone who deserved her mother.


She missed the wetness in his eyes or the way he sat at the kitchen table most nights, fingers tracing the patterns on the tablecloth and wondering how it had all gone wrong so fast, how his sweet wife had disappeared while with their youngest child and how the next thing he knew, she was a prostitute and illegal and he was so unwilling to let it slide that he had distanced both her and his daughter who had hardly ever seen since she was three. The bottles were not always empty because of Elizabeth.


The doctor said nothing as they pulled up to the building, towering and imposing.


<<If I die I will haunt you,>> Elizabeth muttered in Latin, a phrase she spat at anyone who annoyed her too much. Her father had long figured out what it had meant, having heard it too many times from her mouth not to put the pieces together.


She exited the vehicle, dragged her bag from the trunk and did not bid him farewell or goodbye as she entered the building, eyes hard and fists clenched.

 

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Diana


Diana wiped her mouth of the vomit. She still felt sick, yet somewhat better. She looked to her left and noticed her mother. When had she gotten there? Diana's mom didn't say anything only gave her a look of disappointment. Though Diana knew this disappointment was not directed at herself. She knew her mother blamed herself for everything Diana's done. As her mom stood and directed her into the building she didn't mutter even a word.


When they reach bag check Diana once again found her stomach drop. Though this time her mom held a firm grip on her hand. When they pulled out a small bag with miscellaneous pills. One of the people checking the bags motioned for Diana to come over. The quickly frisked her making sure she didn't have anything else on her. Which she didn't.


Diana sighed as she hugged her mom goodbye. She glanced at the clock and sighed once again. "When will Jess get here." She thought.

 

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Once Apollo was done packing, he decided to take a walk around until Callum was ready. You know, get used to the surroundings he'd be staying in for who knows how long. He stepped out of his room and looked around, maybe for someone to say hello to. He wasn't quite sure. He jumped a little when he heard someone speak in a mad kind of tone and frowned. Being the kind pushover he was, he wandered over to greet them and perhaps lighten them up. He approached the person and smiled kindly before extending his arm for a handshake. Kinda like how a tree extends over time. His eyes were bright and kind as he looked up at the other. "Hello there! I'm Apollo!" He introduced himself.





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[Xan]

Iain Faulkner




He watched as nearly every thing he owned was pulled out, pulled apart, and disorganized. It was hard not to be angry, and god damn if he wasn't shaking a little. Who knew self expression was such a crime? Well, he did, and he thought that was a load of bullshit. The staff member that had been slowly unpacking his suitcases finally finished up and re-zipped everything back together, nodding to Iain that he could take his shit back. Iain smiled sardonically, nodding to the lady as he put one bag over his shoulder and grabbed the handle of another, one that rolled. "Thanks," he said, ready to wander off and figure out whatever the fuck it was he was to do next, but she handed him a slip of paper, which was apparently his dorm room.


'Fantastic,' he thought, peering at it. 'Maybe they'll room me alone since I'm technically a criminal,' which was, of course, wishful thinking. He shoved this little piece of information in his pocket before turning and being suddenly confronted by a slowly extending hand.


"Oh," he said, almost looking startled. "Sup man, I'm Iain." The male responded after a long pause, and then another pause, before it struck him that he didn't even know where the dorms were. "Any chance you know where we go after they rifle through our shit??"





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Apollo smiled at him before slipping his hand back into the pocket of his skinny jeans. "Well, I went to go put my stuff in my dorm. I could lead you there, if you'd like." He remembered he promised Callum he'd join him that day and wondered if he would have enough time. "Actually, I'm about to be going somewhere with a friend of mine, though I'm not really sure where." He chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "You could tag along, if you'd like." He said sheepishly. He hoped Callum wouldn't mind, because he really didn't. He would be happy to make new friends. He was so used to being beaten up by his father. But now everything was different, and part of him knew he needed to adapt to it. He hoped he would be able to do a little more without his father getting mad at him. That would be nice. His father was in jail now, he knew he should just stop thinking about him altogether. And he probably would, eventually.

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[Xan]

Iain Faulkner




Iain just stared a tad blankly, still partly disoriented by the car ride and partly disoriented by the fact this kid thought there might be places to go to. 'Wouldn't that be wishful thinking.' "Well," he began, clicking his tongue habitually as he contemplated it. "I'd have to see how quickly I can unscramble my shit and get it together," the teenager said finally, shifting the heavy bag on his shoulder to the other side. This kid looked hopeful, but damn was Iain tired, and frankly, if he didn't let off some latent aggression, it might just fall out of his mouth and onto this kid.


"So, maybe. Dorms first, decision later."

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Apollo nodded simply. "Alrighty then!" He said before leading the way to the dorms. He wasn't sure if these people would let them come out, so he wasn't really sure what exactly Callum had in mind. But he supposed they'd figure something out, even if that meant just talking and hanging out. That would be find too. He didn't think this system of keeping them here would help either, because some kids were probably a bit younger and when released in the world they wouldn't be able to handle it. Perhaps become used to the personalities of the people here. When society itself was different from here. Oh well.


He made it to the dorms and glanced over at Iain. "Here we are." He said, folding his hands quietly. "So, I'll check back on you later and we'll see where we go from there." He said with a nod after checking the others room number and leading him there. "Anyways, see ya!" He then skipped away before then coming to Callum's dorm and knocking at it. He wanted to ask Callum if it would be okay if another tagged along.


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[Rat]

Calum Alexander Hale

He had admittedly fallen asleep after unpacking his things and was quite startled by the knock, so much so that he fell of the side of his bed with a loud thud "Ah! Shit!" he yelled when he hit the floor and rubbed his head before getting up and walking over to the door "Oh, Hey" he said with a small sheepish grin, his hand was bleeding from scraping it on the edge of the nightstand on his fall to the floor.

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Apollo glanced at his hand and then back at him. He was a little startled by the thud. "Uhm, are you okay?" He asked, chuckling awkwardly and looking over at him. "You might wanna get a band aid." He replied as he pushed his hands back into his pockets once more. "Anyways, I was wondering if a third person could tag along. They seemed a little down. Also, um, do you know exactly where we're going? They might not let us leave for even a little bit." He said as he frowned a little, looking at Callum.


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[lvcid]

Kendra Marie Holland

Kendra heard a voice and turned to see a boy standing next to her that she hadn't noticed before. She laughed slightly at his words, deciding to play along. "Why? You got something to hide?" She raised an eyebrow and smirked, amusement in her dark eyes. The girl ran a hand through her teal hair before adding, "I'm Kendra, by the way. Just a fair warning: I can be a little reckless." That phrase ran most "normal" people off and she was curious as to what this boy might do in response. Kendra was completely unaware - no, she just didn't care - that this blooming conversation was holding up the line of students' behind her and, therefore, holding up the check-in progress.


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[Xan]

Iain Faulkner




As hard as it was to imagine any of these teenagers being as deep in shit as him, as he glanced about he couldn't help but wonder how normal everyone looked. Of course, he hadn't expected kids that obviously looked like trouble but maybe he had just been expected a few more, well, warning signs. And as he followed "Apollo" through the building into the dorms, he kinda felt a bit underwhelmed. Where was the barbed wire, the guards, the cliches of what a school like thing really ought to look like?


'That's a stupid thing to think,' he silently amended. 'Of course, it wouldn't really be like that.'





They made it to the mentioned dorms, and as Apollo was talking, Iain had already withdrawn his small slip of paper and was searching for his room. "Yeah, I'll leave the door open," he said absently, jerking on the knob of the door that matched his number. Locked, so no one had gotten here yet. Lucky. And with that Iain yanked the door open, paying poor Apollo really no mind, as he typically did when he was deep in thought. Maybe he'd be a better person to have a conversation later, but don't count on it.


The room was his worse nightmare, bland, white and with no character what-so ever, and Iain was suddenly struck with the perfect way to relieve stress! So he hauled his suitcase up onto the bed, dug around until he tore up the false bottom, took out a few spray cans and got to work.


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[Rat]

Calum Alexander Hale

He looked down at his hand "Shit!" he said as if he hadn't noticed it and scurried over to his nightstand he had bandaids in, Which happened to be dinosaur band-aids. He then put one on and flexed his hand a bit before looking at him and smirking a bit "Who cares if they 'let' us?" he asked with a devilish look on his face.

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Apollo looked over at him and frowned. "O-Oh well, w-won't we get in trouble?" He asked nervously as he bit his lip and kicked his foot to the side a bit as he stared at his feet. He didn't really want to get in trouble, especially on the first day. But he was a goody two shoes, of course he didn't. At least, that's what his father called him. Weak, and unable to take pain. Maybe that was true too, he didn't know. He was too naive to know.


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