➽ｔｈｅ ｆａｃｉｌｉｔｙ [closed-post forms]

[Sempi]

∂αкσтα

-- I am indeed amazed when I consider how weak my mind is and how prone to error.

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Dakota Akihito is my name, Dakota means
Friend in the Dakota language. My last name
is Japanese for Bright Prince, which I'm not
so bright and far from a prince. I'm not so
fond of my name, but who is these days? It
seems like all names are over seven letters
long and look like someone just played with
alphabet soup for five minutes. I'm just lucky
my name is Decent, disregarding having a
name that doesn't even match languages.
Well, besides my name being unisex, I'm a
male and you can not check that. I'd rather
keep my 'johnson' to myself, until I feel like
being a family man.

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In the Cafeteria ;;
Bad Mood ;;
Not Socializing with the Group ;;
Male ;;
Eighteen ;;
Six Three ;;
The Jerk ;;
Bisexual ;;
No Crush ;;
No Bestfriend ;;
No Enemy ;;
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“No, you don't know what it's like when
nothing feels alright. You don't know
what it's like to be like me, to be hurt,
to feel lost, to be left out in the dark,
to be kicked when you're down, to feel
like you've been pushed around, to be
on the edge of breaking down, and no
one's there to save you. No, you don't
know what it's like. Welcome to my life”
― Simple Plan

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Key;
"dialog"
actions
thoughts

♚ Dakota, the Jerk, a loose cannon, a handful. He was often sound misunderstood and unappreciated, feeling he is being forced into compromising and even his close relationships leave him feeling emotionally distant. He was to wake up, a routine event for Kota. Getting up he brushed his dark locks and then slung a beanie on his head. Dakota was dressed in a grey tank top with darker grey striped being about two inches thick running horizontally along the shirt. His pants were black skinny jeans that hung an inch or so lower than they should, the ends wrinkled against his Convers. Dakota walked to breakfast, arguing a bit with a worker at the facility. He is continually trying to hide his impulsive behavior, but his actions are causing problems and doubt from others. This causes him difficulty in making progress and leaves him feeling tense and irritable. So like Dakota, he got into a slight rage. Kota entered into the cafeteria with a broken knuckle, no one really got him in trouble, since it would just make the matter worse with his anger. He busted his knuckle from hitting the wall, at least a hard part of the wall that felt like brick or cinder blocks. He mumbled a few curse words under his breath as he walked past the tables and got food. Every damn morning this happens, some crap has to come up. he thought and mumbled lightly, then Dakota sat town, tossing his tray on the table. The boy plopped in his seat and slapped his forehead on the table, not really letting the pain from it harm him. He looked at the people who have arrived in the Cafeteria and sighed, eating his food and pushing the tray to the middle of the table. He hated it here, the rules and the restrictions. Dakota looked at the floor before he felt the rage in his body, blood pumping and he clinched his teeth to where his jaw tensed up. He noticed a few facility worker and they gave him a look, a look they always gave him. Just like my teachers, like my the kids at Foster Home, the same god given looks! he said and looked at the works, What the hell do you want! he barked at them, only to have them continue walking and making note of his behavior for the counselor. I mean god, they're all so annoying. Just because I'm here doesn't mean I'm a zoo animal. Idiots.. Dakota went on and on to himself, a usual sign he was ticked off and his nerves were shot. Of course it was still to early for him to have taken his medicine and the facility was out. He was having withdraw from his medicine and it wouldn't be in till tomorrow or later today, which sucked for everyone who had to be around him.

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ooc ;;
Sorry it's a bit short and sucky. I'm not sure what to have him say, since with the way I play him,
I'd rather someone say something to him first and then he came be a Jerk in return. Since I'm not
sure what to have him say right now..
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[For•The•Love•Of•Wine]

•иαмє; Pandora Luna Phoenix
•яєℓαтισиѕнιρѕ; Single
•ωєαяιиg;
•ℓσσкѕ;
•αяєα; The Cafeteria
•ωιтн; No One
•ι∂; 411121
•ѕσиg; Done For You by BVB

♥••*´¨`*•.☆• Pandora •☆.•*´¨`*••♥
♥••*´¨`*•.☆•♥••*´¨`*•.☆• ♣ ♣ ♣
TabTabTabShe opened her eyes and looked around without moving. There wasn't a way for her to tell what time it was but she knew that she probably didn't sleep much. Moving her hands away from her face and to her side she sat up on the bed that she had and sucked in a deep breath. She wasn't sure why she thought that she would wake up in a different place but she was rather disappointed that she didn't. Throwing her legs over the side of the bed she stood up slowly and looked around to see everything was the same way that she had left it. Walking to her closet she changed and waited for them to let her out of her room. While she waited she began to thing about many things that she herself didn't understand anything about. She stared at the door and waited for something to happen. Where are they? What time is it? I didn't get up earlier than I should have again did I? I hate it when I do that, not that I sleep most of the time any way...So Tire.She took a sigh and looked around for something to do while she waited. They were taking longer than usual, so she thought anyway. Walking over to the door she placed her head near it and tried to hear anything that was going on out there. She shut her eyes just to open them up a bit wide and shocked. She quickly backed away from the door and tried to act as if she wasn't checking to see if any one was around. She looked down after seeing that it was the workers and began to walk with them to the cafeteria. It was breakfast and even if she wasn't hungry she had to go, it was the only time that she could get out of the room they kept her in all the time. She made sure that she didn't look at any of the guards, the last time she did it was really strange and she couldn't help but notice that one guard staring at her even more. So she does her best to not look.
TabTabTabShe walked into the cafeteria and looked around as she walked towards a table and took a seat. She felt weird getting stared at. I will never be able to get used to this she moved her hand and rested her head on it as she tried to think of something to think about to get her mind off of all the eyes.

{{Sorry about not posting yesterday but a storm rolled in and turned off my power. }

[Ƭнɛ βαиɛ]

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ＪＯＳＨＵＡ ＥＶＡＮＳ
The Leader
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No one
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Room
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Indifferent
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Joshua heard a pair of rapid steps coming towards him, coming closer and closer. The boy remained on the floor, and only began to creep up as he heard something being turned on the other side. From his point of view, half way up the door he could make out the faint figure of someone peeking into the room. In a flash he knocked loudly against the door pushing his face up against the window. He saw the two women who had come back away from the door in horror before leaving. Joshua gave a huge smile before twisting the handle and finally being freed. Freedom and breakfast!

Slowly the young man headed down the hall, it was nearly empty now. Not many people were left after waking up. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, pulled up his hood and put on the moodiest face he could muster. He walked into the cafeteria looking like there was a dark cloud hanging above his head the whole time as he slowly made his way towards the food without a word. He passed that quickly before giving a quick glance at the tables set. Josh snorted, his table was still free. Yes he saw it as his table. The one farthest in the room, closest to the corner. He sulked over and sat down, looking gloomy and indifferent.

[jane lane]

is this dead? .-.

[howl']

[sadly it is. i wish it hadn't. but i had gotten sick.]