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[Lilo.]

Username: Deadly Desire
Name: Felicity Estella Clarke [Stella will do.]
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Personality: Basically Stella is a stuck up "youallknowwhatwordimthinkingof". Ask her something about her past? She'll clam up and snap her teeth like you'd offended her a million times before! She's snappy. Doesn't see the point in life. Doesn't see the point in much. Doesn't believe in love, do you think you can change her views? Let's see you try! She's strong minded and sticks with her opinion even if she's wrong.
History: Ask her??
Likes: Um, being free?
Dislikes: Being locked up.
Family: Ask her and find out ;3
Orientation: Straight
Crush: Non, not really looking.
Bf/Gf: Non!
Anything else: Ask her anything and she'll clam up.

[.Coyote]

Username: Nikki
Name: Jesse White
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Personality: Jesse is quiet, usually keeping to himself, looking out a window for long hours in absolute silence. Like he is always in deep thought about his past. Though he isn't one to talk about his past, so no one can be sure of what he is thinking. He is rather the picture of a moody teenager.
History: Mmmm, I guess you'll have to find out, won't you?
Likes: Dogs, drawing, music, writing, peace and quiet. Calm afternoons in a park with a blank sheet of paper and a pen. He likes nature, being out in a tranquil world and being able sit and contemplate everything.
Dislikes: Loud tiresome shouting, chaos, rioting, worthless noise. Being trapped indoors for long hours. Not a big fan of drunkards either.
Family: None
Orientation: Straight
Crush: N/A
Bf/Gf: N/A
Anything else: (add anything else about your character here)

[s y n]

[All accepted :3 I believe it's a wonderful time to start, no? To start off, we have all our people gathered in the Orientation room where they learn the rules and blah blah blah.]


Demetri Hudson Diego McDonald

Steely blue eyes holding a smirk, the young teen listened to his mother weep. She didn't really care. The sadness she projected was really just disappointment, the tears simply for show. He knew it, but it didn't bother him. He and his mother had never gotten along well. He glanced over to the brown-haired boy by his side, unspoken words going between them. He and his best friend had gotten into this together. Many people joked about how a friend would bail you out of jail but your best friend would be in there with you - Well, this was the reality of that. And the two fourteen-year-old boys were more amused than anything.



Alexander Oliver McCormick

He was the reason they were here. But did he blame him? Hell no! Alex had gone along with it fine. In fact, he felt a smirk touching his lips as his parents stood behind him, his mother sobbing on his silent father's shoulder. They were bad kids, he and Demetri. What they had done was Demetri's idea, his disorder playing major factor. But had he refused to join in? Not at all. He had no regrets about being here, about what they had done. It was the most exciting, daring, fun thing they had done together, and when they got out of here, it'd make a great story. He turned to the bubblegum-pink-haired girl standing beside him, and nudged her with a grin.



Katt Elizabeth Ricardo

Katt scowled at the nudge. Why did he have to be so irritating? She pushed his arm away, glaring at him. "Hands to yourself." she growled simply, crossing her arms and glancing to the blonde at her side. Her best friend, Alice. She rolled her eyes sympathetically. All Alex ever did was seek to piss her off, and he succeeded every time. Then she'd get back at him, and they'd get into an argument, and then a fight, which sometimes even turned violent in which their friends had to pull them away from each other. They didn't get along well at all, and it was all his fault for being so irritating that she couldn't stand him. Even now, in this place, in this setting.



Alice Shiza May McDonald

Alice glanced at her brother with a make-him-stop-that look. She and Demetri were always in charge of ending the fights that went on between Katt and Alex. For some reason, the two had hated each other since they first met. A day after they met - she and Katt would've been eleven at the time, the boys twelve - they got into a fight in which Alex pushed Katt off of the swing she was on, and she retorted by jumping up and punching him square in the face. He was tough and, since he was Alex, the big macho guy, it didn't hurt at all. If it did, you could never tell. He just smirked, gave her a cocky piece of advice - that she would be a lot more effective if she thought "through the object" while punching - and strode away, leaving her fuming and Alice trying to calm her down.

[ShadowOfAGirl]

~Rosie~

Rosie sighed quietly, she glanced over to other people's families, her mum wasn't here, she couldn't be bothered to waste her oh so precious time to come and see her fail of a daughter being sent down, her mum no longer cared what went on because she refused to listen to Rosie about what actually happened, apparently the police were correct and her own daughter was a liar and just completely mental, of course. So she might try and speak to Alex even though he's dead, so? There was nothing wrong with that according to her, nothing at all. She stood quietly, looking down at the floor, looking at no one and say nothing to anyone, she didn't want to, most of these people she knew seemed to find it a joke and she found it just disgusting how people could smile and laugh about it, those type of people according to her were sick and twisted, not her.

[Lilo.]

:.. Felicity Estella Clarke ..:

Stella glared around, imagining if her family had actually bothered to show up, imagined the heavy hands of her father on her should or the soft touch of her mother's hand in her own... but instead, they'd managed to waste some of their huge fortune - they were secret millionaires, she'd have you know- on a kind of agent. Just to stand there and listen, take everything in. She didn't care much for her agent, he was a middle-aged man who held his nose too high in the air for anybody to think he was much of a nice man; which was true, he cared for no one but himself. Sniggering to herself, she thought over things. It couldn't be too bad in here, surely. Surely she'd make friends. Back home everybody had liked her, even if she was a complete and utter jerk towards them, but she was so far from home now. A plane and coach trip ago, she'd have been sitting eating breakfast before she'd come here...

[doglover8214]

(may I join?)

[peapcd]

Username: sasuke uchiha
Name: eric lovley
Gender: m
Age: 14
Personality: argumentitive and rude. He would do anything to cause an uproar. Alex loves to make people mad, ni matter the punishments
History: he has been here at least three times now. His parents dont seem to care anymore
Likes: food, pointy objects, making weapons
Dislikes: people
Family: a mother margot, and father tomas.
Orientation:bi
Crush: (who your character has a crush on
Bf/Gf: (who your character is dating)
Anything else: he has a scar from a preivious inmate from his collarbone to hip

[~:Stitch:~]

:.:Caine:.:

Caine smiled and ran his hand through his dark brown hair. So this is what it came too, he was now branded a bad boy not that he hadn't before. He felt like he was going to detention only this was going to be alot longer than a hour.Like the other momss, his mother wept by my stepdad. She acually did care for Caine and he was all she had of his father after the huge fire that killed his father. She had blamed herself, saying that it was her fault that Caine was being sent here when in reality it was his stupid, abusive, stepfather. He had done nothing but that wasn't was his stepfather said but for his mothers sake and for him having a new adventure he had played along. He looked around and thought to himself Guess i should look for some people to befriend. Caine was the leader of a 'bad boy' gang at his school so he might as well form one here. He then looked at his stepfather and gave him a dirty look, a mischevious smile, and a wink whick made his stepfather turn red with anger. Caine then noticed the group of kids beside him. Was that pink hair? That deserved a laugh and so Caine did but quickly stopped himself. Didn't know what these kids were like, didn't want to make any enemies.

[RoseQ]

Celeste stood silently, listening to her mother go on about how disappointed she was, about how she knew this was going to end up happening. Her mother had always treated her like this, however, and she got used to it. Celeste wasn't even supposed to be here. She was covering for her sister, Legacy. They had two options. One of them had to be the bait while the other ran. Celeste hoped if she let Legacy go, she would be able to explain her side of the story. However, no one listened and she was sent here, and she was scared out of her mind. Though she didn't regret her decision. She felt Legacy had much more to live Fordham Celete did... Even though Celeste never got a grade below ninety, had an IQ of 147 points, and on top of all that, was a truth wizard. She had much more to live for than her sister, but Celeste herself didn't believe that. Her mother always told her she was useless, enough times that she actually believed it, so she took the fall for something that wasn't even her fault.
She looked across the room, swallowing a bit fearfully. So she wasn't a delinquent, how did she know that all of these people weren't? It was probably going to be elementary school all over again; that is, pick on the nerd while you have the chance. She frowned a bit, looking back at her mother who's had finished her speech. "Okay leave then," Celeste said, "You want to, I can see it," she continued. So without another word, not ever a goodbye, her mother turned and walked away. Finally... Celeste thought.

[.Coyote]

They had, of course, come along. Jesse had several younger sisters that his parents were afraid would follow the same path he had. So it was their latest scheme that brought his entire family here on this day. They wanted to publicly shame him in front of his sisters, to let them see what happened when you went against the law. He knew this act would further himself from his sister even more. His quiet disposition already separated him from their more bubbly personalities. And now this? His parents would succeed, once more, in making him look like the devil to his sisters. And all he wanted to do was keep them safe. He dared not look their way, even though he could hear the sniffles of his confused little sisters; and felt the eyes of his parents and grandparents and aunts and uncles, all of their eyes boring into him like they were about to shoot fire from them. He could imagine their thoughts. A wretch, a curse to a perfectly normal family. A burden that would hopefully finally never return. They seemed to him very much like an old English family, all about the family's reputation and not hesitating to disown any member that did not fit the bill.

This apparently, was him. The thorn in their sides, bane of their existance. "It would have been better if they really had killed him," his aunt had whispered to his parents when she thought he was out of earshot. "He is ruining the chances for your daughter's happiness." Okay, so this remark did receave a shocked look from his mother. He thought, as he looked up, watching them across the room, that his mom was going to slap her across the face. They weren't, after all, terrible parents. They just didn't really understand him either. No, they would much rather have him live far away, receiving letters from time to time to ensure that he was okay, instead of having to watch him die.

But really, how long were they all going to be sitting around like this? It was such a nice day out, so why couldn't this hurry along so that he could go enjoy it?