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>> haha that is fine with me, maybe oliver can bring out his 'better' side :p they are both bisexual anyways. uhg gotta go, really bad storm eep <<

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[ooc; sorry about the long wait. I got a little sick the other day and didn't feel up to posting. well, I am proud to say, we are starting today! you may go ahead and make your posts without me. I will be making mine tonight. here are some things to help you start;

it is seven in the morning on a Tuesday. you could start with waking up, and leaving your room. unless your the leader and have a bolt on your door. I will play the facility workers. but just make one stuff up. it is also breakfast time. so they could be getting breakfast.]

[glassea]

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she knew it was morning long before the nurse knocked on her door, toting the needle and tubes for her daily blood test. ugh. she knew it was needed, that they analyzed those things every morning to make sure their hormones weren't getting wonky. but she still hated it, still hated the invasion of privacy at exactly seven o'seven every morning. when it was over and the nurse was gone bree got up out of bed and dressed hurriedly. she hated it here, knowing they could barge in on her at any moment, whether she was dressed or not. here bree felt like she'd lost all her rights, even though they were trying to help. and that's how bree dealt with it: knowing that they were trying to help. unlike everyone else in her life.

bree left her room, spotting violet further down the hall and obviously headed for the cafeteria. bree found the girl a dilemma. her hair and name matched, hilariously. but her persona was crazy and rather all over the place. then again, this was just bree's opinion. and her opinions were always biased. bree didn't try to catch up to the other girl, preferring to stay a bit behind. the other girl had already found her seat when bree entered the cafeteria. the place was still pretty new to her. bree'd been confined to her room when she first got here, unable to be around other people, and having panic attacks around strangers. meals had been brought to her. now her condition was better, enough so that she could go to the cafeteria with the others.

bree's normal seat was still empty. it was a lonely table off in the corner as opposed to the big one in the center where most people sat. this one was bree's table, and she generally discouraged people from sitting with her for anything. bree wasn't big on people, not anymore. she'd been too trusting. and there was no way she would make that mistake again. so for now bree sat alone, isolated, and never spoke. it was far too soon for such acts of trust.

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[plantiie]

-I'll have to post tonight, going to go a music festival! City and Colour and the SheepDogs! -

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[[ I will have to wait and post tonight as well ]]

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Vɪᴏʟᴇᴛ sat up in bed, staring intently out of the window. After nearly an hour of sitting there and thinking about the day ahead, the girl got to her feet, stepping over a few sketching pencils scattered across the floor. The grubby clock that hung on her wall told her it was 7 AM. She splashed some murky water onto her face from the equally dirty, small sink. The tap continued to drip quietly after being turned off. This annoyed the teen, but she did her best to ignore it and changed into the outfit she wore everyday. After scraping her thick purple hair into a ponytail, she exited her cell and made her way to the cafeteria, where breakfast was to be served. A seat was taken by her and a loud, rthymic sound rang in the room as she rapped her fingernails against the long table. A few workers walked around the edge of the breakfast room every five minutes or so, eyeing her to check she wasn't doing anything not permitted.

[Ƭнɛ βαиɛ]

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Joshua rolled over in bed, covering his head with his arms and groaning. I already know today is going to be a great day... not. The young man buried his face into the sheets of the bed and inhaled deeply before rolling out. Josh's eyes looked heavy and tired, his hands were carefully wrapped up. In the night before going to bed he had had his own little fit of rage and hit the wall of his bedroom until his knuckles were sore. Now, though he looked tired, the man was feeling much better than the day before. With a light step he washed up and got dressed in his usual attire before gliding over to the door. Josh put his back against the wall, and without hesitation slipped to the floor in a most rapid fashion. Now he was going to wait, he was going to wait for those "helpers" to open his door. He was going to wait for them to let him free.

Josh sat in silence while listening to whatever sounds he could catch through the door. Steps... But they are fading... Maybe they are going to leave me locked in here, which would not be wise. A slow smirk curled on his lips, he was no outspoken person but when it came to the nurses and whatever else they wished to call themselves the young man would go out of his way to give them a small fright, especially if they were late to open his door for breakfast. You do not keep Joshua Evans from his breakfast.

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the deputy ├ mood; worn and lacking interest ├ with; no one ├ my love; no one ├ location; cafeteria

↺ Oliver had awoken at the sound of some of the facility workers as they passed, hearing the sound of what he thought to be laughter, and frowning slightly to himself as he thought over why in the world here had caused the two to laugh. Maybe they were just as mad as the rest of them here. He didn't know, then again, he hardly cared. All he wanted for was to get out of here, wishing he wouldn't have ever been brought here by his sister, somehow she had tricked him. Now here he lay in his own living hell. It's not all bad... but it's not home either. Just thinking about it made the frown on his face subside as he gave a nearly worn sigh, closing his eyes, running a hand through his unruly head of hair. He wanted to be home, with his dogs, he even missed his cat, the neighbors. Though they may be rude to him, they were out in the common society, not kept away in a room like him. He envied those people, out there feeling miserable over the simplest of things, and in here sat far too many people, hardly being treated with any respect. He opened his eyes to gaze down at the number he had tattooed on his arm, biting his lip hard and quickly reading each individual number over. How could they even do such a thing, it's practically dehumanizing. Sure, so he doesn't like his name very well, but anything is better than some long number most could hardly even remember. It had taken himself awhile; thankfully he had it permanently placed on his flesh... Out of all of his tattoos, that is by far his least favorite, and he was sure no one here liked it very well; it made you feel like you hardly mean anything aside from another person that needs to be kept away from the public eye. Maybe Oliver thinks too much about their ways here, but he can't help it, he didn't always have much else to do, even while messing around with what all he had available in his room, he always wanted to attempt and understand this place, and why they treat them the way they do through practically starting them from scratch. Creating a new person it nearly seemed.

Oliver looked to his door, knowing it was time for him to get to breakfast, yet at the same time he knew he needed to wait for his morning checkup... mmh, breakfast sounds better. He pushed his covers off of him, getting to his feet and stretching tiredly, his body aching, finding the mattress was uncomfortably stiff, but he didn't complain, he didn't enjoy talking to them let alone listening to them say how lucky he is to have this and that. He got some clean clothing and slipped into the various items of his. It was comfortable and something simple, pretty much what his typical style is, just whatever he comes across, he isn't trying to look good for anyone after all, if they like it, then great, and if they don't... then great for them, he couldn't care much less. Eying himself in the small mirror offered in his room, he was just glad they let him have it, being as he hasn't ever cut himself, and isn't planning on doing so; they very thought makes his body sore and makes him feel half sick. He muttered something under his breath about his semi-ragged look, turning on the faucet and getting some water, running his hand over his face and eying himself before he turned the water off, drying his hand off on his pants leg before he pushed open his door and left, heading for the cafeteria, hoping it wouldn't be too crowded to start off his morning, he completely dislikes having to wait in any length of a line. It for one reason or another nearly causing his anger issues to boil over, not being one to just wait around all day and allow others to do as they please, he wants for others to just get on with it already and get out of his way. Thinking over what they might have for this morning kept his mind busy as he made his way closer and ever closer by each second that passed. He had his hopes, but he didn't want to become disappointed when they were only bound to have anything aside from what he was looking forward to. It somehow always works like that, he actually wants something, and with his luck, it just won't happen. Though getting home was at the top of his wish list for now...

Oliver finally arrived to the cafeteria, a near grin of pleasure on his handsome face as he realized that he would be able to move on through and get his food, no one else in line for the moment, and it made his day for the time being, and boy didn't that say a lot if such a thing is likely to be the high point in someone's day. It didn't take but a moment for him to get his food, blatantly ignoring the woman as she crooned for him to have a nice meal, instead turning around to observe the opportunities of seating for a moment... mmh. Should he try and socialize? Then again, most of the people here probably didn't even wish to talk, sad, but it was true. If you were here too, you wouldn't be much for making friends, it's nearly like prison. He gave a slightly crooked frown as he began a steady walk back to an empty table, not paying much attention as to who was around him, he didn't care at this point, so he had decided. Setting his tray on the table before him, he pulled out the chair before taking a seat, taking the fork in hand and eying the food available to him on the tray. Of course, nothing he had hoped for, but he was used to it, so he just pushed the thought away, instead now picking at the first item of food he decided he may as well try and choke down. Truth be told, he wasn't too big on the food served here, it just tastes so... bland, and at times just unpleasant. But he tends to eat all of it, not wanting to starve away, and it helps with keeping himself in shape, he worked on his physical health and fitness, in case it might ever lead to helping him get out of this place. Oh, how badly he wanted to leave. He was sure many others could understand his feelings. He rested his chin on one hand, grey eyes eying the undelectable items as he ate a few bites, every now and again flicking a gaze around himself to see what all may be going on. He wasn't nosy by any means, just bored out of his wits and hoping something may happen eventually in this facility.


[[ sorry this sucks so badly, oh, and sempi, you should like totally have your little jerk dakota come socialize xD ]]

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[apathy,]

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━━━━━ mood
━━━━━━ words, words, words,,
━━━━━ location
━━━━━━ words, words, words,
━━━━━ around
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━━━━━━ male
━━━━━━ nineteen
━━━━━━ october tenth

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━━━━━ the spy - xx
━━━━━━ irish
━━━━━━ five eleven
━━━━━━ light brown hair
━━━━━━ blue eyes

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━━━━━ quiet
━━━━━━ genius
━━━━━━ technological
━━━━━━ laid-back
━━━━━━ practical

➸ --- ｈｉｓ ｌｏｖｅ － ｌｉｆｅ
━━━━━ single
━━━━━━ bisexual
━━━━━━ molly - xx

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━this is like, my post but i have to write it. if you want to rp with me, just shoot me a pm c;

[plantiie]

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⟶ [ jessica marie moore ] ⟷ [ with; grace] ⟷ [ wearing; this ] ⟷ [ getting up ] ⟵

Jessie had been awake two hours before everyone else, at five in the morning. She had been getting up this early since she was first brought to the facility, even with her sleeping medication. They tried to give her a bigger dosage but that only resulted in her being highly fatigued through out the day. When they set her back to her regular dosage she started getting up at five, every morning, and would wander around the halls. Often, being as clumsy as she was, she would make a lot of noise in the hallways, sometimes waking the other patients up so she was told she wasn't aloud out of her room until seven. In those two hours every morning Jessie would have to entertain herself. She would do this by playing with Grace, talking to herself and her cat, writing stories and drawing on the walls, and singing. She would sing for an hour straight, pulling words out of her head and expressing them in a high pitched melody. She wasn't a bad singer but did have to have her room sound proofed. It was annoying to her and was hurt when they did sound proof it, thinking they didn't like her singing.

By the time the nurses had gotten to her room at seven to make sure she took her pills she was fully dressed and had her dark makeup applied. They pinned her to the bed, holding her down so she wouldn't attack them and opened her mouth, force feeding her her daily medication to calm her down. This was a daily routine for her but Jessie still fought the nurses every time. She would pout in bed for a good minute after they left, a minute being a long long time for Jessie to stay still. After she was done being moody Jessie left her room saying goodbye to her cat on the way out. She wandered down the hall to the cafeteria, singing "Here Comes the Sun" - by The Beatles softly to herself, seeing others heading towards the place of food. No one noticed her and most people were accustomed to the singing by now.

In the cafeteria she sat herself beside Violet, tray in hand. She had kind of attached herself to the other girl, in hopes of having a close friend. She never was really able to have a good friend, her grand parents always making her focus on her school work and not building relationships. Although Jessie was not good at making friends in the first place. Her hyper activeness and violent mood swings made it hard for people to be around her.

"So Violet,"She begun, her voice chirpy and high pitched."I was thinking maybe we could hang out today! Also I had a really weird dream, likeomigoodness, their was this giant spider and it had the face of that really old nurse, ohwhatshername, you know the mean on with all the wrinkles, Phillis or Donna or something, the big spider had her face. She tried to eat me in my dream. ITWASSOSOSOSOSOOOOSCARY! I mean Phillis is scary enough already but with a spider body. EW! Am I bothering you?" She said as she finally stopped babbling. Waiting for the purple haired girl to answer her question.

occ;; It's hard to write in Jessie's voice, she babbles a ton and likes to talk really fast.