Juvenile Crime ~ Teen Romance/Action RP

[αɭɨ¢є]

Eden Alice
And if I die before I wake.
I pray the lord my soul to take...
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Alice walked into the small classroom, not bothering to even glance up at the students or even the teacher. Her curly brown hair looked as if it had been styled, but anyone who knew Eden knew that she wouldn't have had the chance to even touch her hair. Every waking moment she spent trying to convince herself that somehow Serenity had lived, if not her mother. Alice sat down in the closest empty chair, not even bothering to explain her abesence. She sat her books on the desk, took her pencil, and began twirling it in her petite fingers. I do not care about this place. She thought to herself. They will never make me tell them what happened. Painful images flashed through her mind and she shook her head roughly before setting her pencil down and intertwining her fingers together. Alice tried to stay calm as she tuned out the trooning therapist.

[Rose.]

☢ σℓℓуνєя ѕтяυтт. ☢

ѕωєєт ∂яєαмѕ αяє мα∂є σƒ тнιѕ , ωнσ αм ι тσ ∂ιѕαgяєє ؟
тяανєℓ тнє ωσяℓ∂ αη∂ тнє ѕєνєη ѕєαѕ , єνєявσ∂у 'ѕ ℓσσкιηg ƒσя ѕσмєтнιηg .

A black Ford sped along the tar road; rain pelted down against its roof and windows, and inside, sat a boy of barely seventeen. Ollyver. His lean body was angled towards the window, his face, emotionless and his eyes seemed hollow, almost dead looking. The driver exchanged no more words with Ollyver; his previous attempts had spiraled as the boy refused to say a single word. He hadn’t spoken since the death of his parents, he refused to. The last words he had spoken were to his father, telling him that he should die, and that he will come back for him some day.

Slamming his eye lids shut, Ollyver threw up a wall in his mind to make the thoughts fade, but they would come back. For that he knew. They always did. Whether it was in his dreams; coming to him in nightmares, or in the middle of the day; the images flashing through his mind. They would come back. Those memories were permanently scarred into his memory. And as much as he wished they would vanish and never re-appear, they seemed to have a mind of their own, and they carved themselves with acid into his mind.

Suddenly, the car came to an abrupt stop, and Ollyver narrowed his dark eyes hoarsely. He was being transferred to JCC after the councilers, staff and even other teenagers had gotten sick of him at his previous Juvenile Center. He wouldn’t communicate with them in any way at all, he wouldn’t socialize with the other teens his age, he would just sit there in silence. The only emotion that would cross his features was the occasional anger, or a single tear would sometimes fall down his cheek out of nowhere.

Ollyver’s door was yanked open, and a muscular man grabbed his pale, slender arm and pulled him out of the car after minutes of coaxing. He stumbled slightly as he was pulled out of the car and his Converse crashed against the pavement. Growling, Ollyver let the man pull him towards the entry, his face stayed void of emotion as he was shoved inside and toppled over his own feet. Swinging his arms out before him, he caught himself before his face made impact with the ground. Closing his eyes in annoyance, he brought himself back up to his feet and turned to glare at the man who was stifling a laugh.

The man grabbed his fore arm and began to lead him towards the Session Room where all the other teenagers were situated. The man explained that his bags and essentials were already in his room, but as usual, Ollyver didn’t acknowledge him, he simply stared ahead with a dead gaze. Pushing the door open, the man pushed Ollyver into the room, his eyes scanning the other teens before he turned to whom he thought was the teacher and stared at her flatly. This was not where he wanted to be. Right now, he wanted to be dead.

ѕσмє σƒ тнєм ωαηт тσ υѕє уσυ , ѕσмє σƒ тнєм ωαηт тσ gєт υѕє∂ ву уσυ .
ѕσмє σƒ тнєм ωαηт тσ αвυѕє уσυ , ѕσмє σƒ тнєм ωαηт тσ вє αвυѕє∂ .

[ I hope this is acceptable as an opening post for Ollyver . x: ]

[McCool]

{{ Way to show up everyone else's post. xD }}

.:Shay:.

She glanced over her shoulder as she heard the door slam open, one of the guards shoving a boy with black hair through it. She noted the empty look in his eyes, so much like her own, but didnt say anything. The teacher blinked, looking slightly flustered as she managed a smile. "Take a seat." The teacher said, a polite smile gracing her lips. Shay looked away from him, seeing that everyone else was still staring at him, surprised by the guards roughness. She wondered what he had done that was so bad that they would treat him that way, but the thought faded away after a few moments.

[stanzathemanza]

(Awesome job Ollyver, it's great to see so many real writers on this RP, as opposed to 2-3 sentence people. I'll have to step up my game :3)

Carmen

Carmen glanced over at Jenna and caught her gaze. At least there was someone else here with her same attitude. Assuming the attitude was I hate this place, it freakin' sucks. The door opened, and one of the bailiffs shoved a dark-haired boy into the room. Carmen nodded to acknowledge him, but from the first moment she had seen him she knew that she liked him. He was gorgeous. Pure, beautifully, gorgeous.

Carmen tried to catch his eye as he took his seat, hoping that he would notice her carefully applied makeup or at least how she was looking at him. Let him notice me, she pleaded. Please.

[Rose.]

☢ σℓℓуνєя ѕтяυтт. ☢

ѕωєєт ∂яєαмѕ αяє мα∂є σƒ тнιѕ , ωнσ αм ι тσ ∂ιѕαgяєє ؟
тяανєℓ тнє ωσяℓ∂ αη∂ тнє ѕєνєη ѕєαѕ , єνєявσ∂у 'ѕ ℓσσкιηg ƒσя ѕσмєтнιηg .

Ollyver simply stood there, void of any emotion, his eyes were resting on the teacher as she asked him to take a seat. Pausing a few seconds, he turned on the heel of his Converse roughly before letting his hollow brown eyes scan the room momentarily before they fell upon a seat that was between Shay and Carmen. His eyes fell upon them both, and he sighed heavily. They were both beautiful, he'd give them that. But he didn't want anything to do with them. Nothing in his life ended well when he cared about someone.

Without realizing it, he had placed himself in the chair between them, he looked at them both out of the corners of his eyes in turn before he turned to face the teacher, his features laced with accusation and pure hatred as he watched her. This was probably going to be worse than the previous place. All the teachers did was talk, talk, talk about sh*t that didn’t even matter. And when it came to one on one sessions and the teacher tried to talk to him, he yelled at Ollyver and shook him because he refused to speak a word. So, in response to that, Ollie stood up, threw the desk at him and walked out.

Folding his slender arms across his chest, Ollyver continued to glare at the teacher. F*ck first impressions. He didn't want to be here, he wanted to get out of here. And if she thought she was better than the rest and could make him speak, she had it all wrong. There was no way he was going to follow any of her commands, this place was sh*t. He wanted out. And he didn't care how much chaos he had to make to get out.

ѕσмє σƒ тнєм ωαηт тσ υѕє уσυ , ѕσмє σƒ тнєм ωαηт тσ gєт υѕє∂ ву уσυ .
ѕσмє σƒ тнєм ωαηт тσ αвυѕє уσυ , ѕσмє σƒ тнєм ωαηт тσ вє αвυѕє∂ .

[ x: sorry, sorry, sorry~ I'll write less from now on, [about that much ^] I promise. And ffff, thankyew ^_^;; btw, Ollyver swears in his thoughts a fair bit and such, so I've blurted some of the wording out, please excuse his pot-mouth. x; ]

[McCool]

.:Shay:.

Training her eyes on the wall, she kept them there as the teacher went round the room to each student, having them say what they did. She narrowed her blank eyes at the teacher as she reached her, only getting a patient smile in response. She kept her eyes trained on the teachers as she spoke. "I killed my mother." She said quietly, eyes locked on the teachers the whole time.

[stanzathemanza]

Carmen

Entranced, Carmen continued to watch Ollyver. This kid was something else; something Carmen had always strived to achieve - complete stoicness. Complete, dead calm, face void of emotion. But still, there was something there, a touch of fury, drive, in his eyes. The one thing that kept him from being scary.

But of course, he could never be scary. Carmen's heart fluttered when his eyes landed on her and softened a bit. Finally, he came and sat down next to her! She was finding it a bit difficult to breathe, but she managed to anyway. She watched how his dark hair flopped over expressionless eyes. Lovely.

Shay was saying something, softly. Carmen turned to look at her, and she felt a pang of sadness. How could Shay possibly live with herself? Was it on purpose? She couldn't help questioning what she thought she had known about Shay. I didn't mean to kill the manager of the 7 11... But she knew that she had. She did. She knew the moment she wrenched the gun the other way, toward his chest, that she aimed to use it. To shoot it. To drive it into his heart and take him from this world.

Bile seeped into Carmen's throat and she closed her eyes in distress. She had killed a human being.

((It's fine. Swearing is definitely okay as long as you * out part(s) of the word ;3))

[McCool]

{{ Eh. D: I have to go soon. }}

[stanzathemanza]

((Me too x3 It's 10:33 here according to my laptop clock...))

[Rose.]

☢ σℓℓуνєя ѕтяυтт. ☢

ѕωєєт ∂яєαмѕ αяє мα∂є σƒ тнιѕ , ωнσ αм ι тσ ∂ιѕαgяєє ؟
тяανєℓ тнє ωσяℓ∂ αη∂ тнє ѕєνєη ѕєαѕ , єνєявσ∂у 'ѕ ℓσσкιηg ƒσя ѕσмєтнιηg .

Finally, it came time for Ollyver to explain his reason of being here. Raising one slim brow at the teacher, he simply pursed his lips and averted his eyes from her. He refused to speak, he refused to explain, he refused to bring back memories of the incident, he refused to speak lies. He hadn't tooken the life of his mother, and there was no way he would ever, hurt his sister. Let alone murder her. He hadn't commited this crime. He wasn't in the wrong here. His father was. But he knew, no matter how much he tried to convince them otherwise, they weren't going to believe him. They thought he was insane. He wasn't going to be believed or trusted in the least.

Shrinking back in his chair, Ollyver brought his gaze back up to the teacher, his eyes filled with so much disguist, sorrow and fury that it could kill a man. If there was one thing Ollyver hated, it was liars. So he, himself, forced himself to bite his tongue so he couldn't lie. His life was a lie now, and speaking as a lie only would make him tip over the edge. He couldn't do this. Being blamed for a crime he hadn't commited was beyond cruel. He wasn't the one at falt here, he had done. nothing. wrong.

ѕσмє σƒ тнєм ωαηт тσ υѕє уσυ , ѕσмє σƒ тнєм ωαηт тσ gєт υѕє∂ ву уσυ .
ѕσмє σƒ тнєм ωαηт тσ αвυѕє уσυ , ѕσмє σƒ тнєм ωαηт тσ вє αвυѕє∂ .