You Can\'t Control Me
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The Academy these teenagers are being sent to is suppose to put these rebels in check. It is like a military academy, and the instructors are brutal, and some of the teens here, are not even that bad, or they just do not like letting themselves get pushed around. There is more than meets the eye to these teens, and many people will not take the time to figure out why they act the way they do. Trying to put more rules into place could push their wills, but probably will not. The instructors will try everything in their power to break these teens down and turn them into 'model citizens'. But not all staff members are cruel, some of them are actually there to help, the teens, and try to understand, why they are the way they are.
Character Profile Name: Nicknames: Age: Gender: Personality: Looks: Hobbies: Dorm Number: Why Are You Here: Staff or Student: ID Number: (if you are a student, this is what the instructors call you by, trying to make you feel too low for a name) Other:
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Name: Emerson Aldridge Nicknames: Em Age: 17 Gender: Male Personality: Quiet around most people, but quirky and really quite hilarious around his friends. Often blushes, as he is easily embarrassed. Looks: Standing at about 6 ft, Em is slightly muscular but not bulging. He is fit, and his skin is neither tan nor shockingly pale, just in between if not slightly on the lighter side. His hair is a dark chocolate brown. His eyes are a beautiful combination of gold and ivy green, shaded by thick black eyelashes, the kind all the girls envy. He has a few freckles across his nose, as well as a small scar above his left eye. His most apparent feature is a long scar stretch down his chest and many small scars all over his hands, left from trying to climb a barb-wire fence. He usually wears faded straight jeans, sometimes a little ripped, and white or navy blue t-shirts. He is never found without his wayfarer sunglasses. Hobbies: Smoking, reading and writing. Mostly poetry, but he dare not tell anyone. Dorm Number: uhm? ill edit according to other peoples' Why Are You Here: Busting his older twin brothers out of jail (hence the scars). Staff or Student: Student ID Number: 14-92
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Hobbies: Drawing, painting, reading, and playing guitar. Dorm Number: 99 Why Are You Here: Foster parents, sent her here, because she kept seeking out, and got busted for graffiti too many times by the cops. Staff or Student: student ID Number: 27-12
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(OOC: You forgot to put your dorm number.)
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Join? Name:Kathy Jamesond Nicknames:Cat,Dragon,Tiger Age:16 Gender:Female Personality:Mean,intelligent,strange,somewhat nice. Looks:There she is Hobbies:Reading anime,collecting rocks. Dorm Number:12 Why Are You Here:She robbed a few stores,drew graffiti everwhere,was arrested numerous times so her parents sent her here. Staff or Student:student ID Number: 54-82 Other:none.
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(OoC: Do you guys want to start now or wait to see if more people will join?)
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(OoC: I like to get others' opinions, before I decide. If it was my choice, we would start because I am extremely bored right now.)
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ooc: uhm i say wait a little longer?
(OoC: I guess we can start, and let others' join in.)
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Kathy walked into her room,and took a look around.She saw the weird white walls,and knew exactly what she cld do with that.She happened to of sneeaked some spray paint into the place.But shed wait till later to do so.She sat on a chair by the window bored as hell.
Emerson's eyes showed regret as he stepped into his room. It was not his fault his older brothers were idiots. It was not his fault that all they wanted to do was get in trouble. And it was definitely not his fault that without his brothers at home, his mother was a depressed wreck and his father angry. But living in a home with his parents in that state had lead him to committing the crime he did: a jailbreak. He could barely believe he had gotten as far as he did with that, he thought, as he felt the scars on in hands and wrists. He threw his small duffel bag onto his bed. It was an old one from soccer, with his name and jersey number on it. He sighed at the thought that there wasn't much free-time here, no soccer. He looked around: white walls, black tiles, one small window. He felt the bed: hard mattress, stiff sheets. 'Wonderful' he thought, 'Just amazing'.
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Kathy wondered what theyd force her to do here,what theyd make her eat too.Being bored she took out her spray paint and started to draw on the walls.She wrote ''kathy'',drew black cats,tigers,and dragons with her 3 spray cans.She was quite amused.
ooc: shoot im out for the nighhttt... good rping dudes
Kathy looked at the wall.She managed to finish it in 32 minutes.It was beautiful.She decided to go outside for a whileso she stepped out of her dorm standing by her dorm.She saw Saioshi walking down the hall towards her.
Emerson woke in a cold sweat. "Great" he thought, "I fell asleep from boredom." He lifted his stiff, damp body off his bed. He looked out the small window, which was open. It had also rained, and now his room was wet. "Also great" he whispered to himself.
He could hear footsteps outside in the hall, and he hoped he hadn't slept through dinner. Dragging his sleepy feet to the door, he opened it just a crack and peered out: students, or rather detainees, filled the halls, laughing, talking, and mainly walking toward the exit. He caught tidbits of conversation as they walked by: "I wonder if it's pizza tonight".. "Want to sit with me?"... "God that dinner bell is loud"... SO he hadn't slept through dinner. He shut his door and grabbed a dry t-shirt out of his duffel, walking out the door as he pulled it on. A few girls stared at him, he was toned after all.
