℘ ｒｏｂｌｅｍｓ

[Self Destruction]

Shane Spire Castel
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mr. self hate | Male | Eighteen
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I always blame myself for my Father running from my Mother, from what I heard he loved my Mother and he just wasn't ready for a child he just couldn't bring himself to tell my Mother when she told him that she was pregnant with me, that is when he ran I always blame myself If only I was never born that would have never happened not to mention that I am a complete waste of space I mean what is the point of me being here it is not like there is someone who cares about me or it's not like I'm good at anything I mean I'm a talent-less fool and I just don't see my point in being here at all.
I bit my lip lost in my own abusing thoughts when I heard an echoing female voice 'What are you here for?' it was saying, I turned around and looked at Kait, the girl was focusing on me so I guessed it was her who had asked. I shrugged and bit my lip lowering my gaze towards the ground 'Why was I here?' it was a question I also wanted to know and it's not as if I had anything to hide so I lifted my gaze of the ground and came out with it "I don't know, there is nothing wrong with me"I said quietly before quietly adding "Apart from being a worthless fool" I bit my lip and lowered my gaze once again. I couldn't help but wonder why I was here now the questions were spinning around in my head and I couldn't get them to disappear, I also kept wondering why this girl was here but I didn't want to seem nosy and ask so I just bit my lip as usual yet another pathetic thing I do a whole lot.

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Kait watched him as it took him a moment to answer and Kait nodded, but she was still confused. How could he not know why he was here. He was obviously here for a reason. But she wouldn't ask anymore questions. She just went along with it. Then when she heard his second comment her smile kinda turned into a frown. she stood up and walked to the bed he was sitting on and said "Don't say that. I'm sure your not a fool." Kait didn't know if he was just one of those people that looked of craved for attention. There are a lot of people like that at her school but this kid didn't look like he was joking. He really meant it. "If it makes you feel better I'll tell you why I'm here" Kait said and clanked at him. He was still looking at the ground in front of him so Kait went on "I have a cutting problem, suicide attempts and somewhat depression" Kait looked back at him and lightly poked his upper arm and said "You gotta know why your here. Didn't your parent or legal guardian tell you why?" Kait waited for a reply from the boy. She sounded a little pushy and wanted to know everything about him. She did, but also didn't want to sound rude. "Look, If you don't want to talk about it that's fine. Just try not to get down on yourself" Kait added as she looked at him

[rhiannon.]

▸ christopher 'chris' elliott
▸ 18
▸ wearing

Chris nodded, and he finished his cigarette. He spoke as he looked for his ash tray in his suitcase. "Alright, I'll try my best not to talk to you much." He figured it was going to be as if he were living with a mute. He found the ashtray, and placed the red bowl on the window sill. He shoved the cigarette butt into the tray, and shut the window. He sighed, and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at Hazel, studying her for a moment; he didn't care if she thought he was crazy for staring. Without a word he stopped, and stood up again. He pulled all of his clothes out, already folded, and began to pack his dresser. He pulled a shoe box from the bottom of his suitcase, and put all of his drinking-drug related items in it, and covered them with tissue paper. He shoved it under the bed, and put his fingers over his lips, looking at Hazel. "Shh." He smirked, and then continued to put his clothing away. He placed a few bottles of cologne on the dresser top, and a huge bag of life saver mints. That was a must when you always had bad addict breath. He opened a different pocket of his suitcase, and grabbed his tooth brush, tooth paste, and hair brush, comb, and gel and took it to the bathroom. He placed them on the left side of the counter, claiming it as his. He was glad the toilet wasn't next to the sink. Once he took out a pair of red Vans, a pair of white Vans, and some original Chuck Taylors and placed them in a line under the window, he was finished unpacking. He placed his suitcases in the closet. He then ran and jumped on the bed, laying down. Relaxed. At least until the room got sufficiently awkward again from the lack of speaking.

[Stankinator]

Leda
Wearing: X
With: Timothy
Mood: Upset

Leda was lost in her thoughts about how she could sit here and read while drinking coffee. Or maybe she could draw while listing to music. What ever she was going to be doing she didn't care, because it was peaceful. More peaceful then she expected. Leda gently jumped to the sound of a boy behind her. She turned around to look at Timothy with her arms crossed in a more hiding/protective way. She nodded and picked up the bag, not really wanting to talk to the blonde boy. She sat the bag down on the chair and looked back out the window. It seemed a little awkward then. It also seemed a little rude for Leda not to response but she didn't really want to talk. But being the nice person she is, she decided to say something. "I'm Leda," it was quick and soft like she was hiding something. Which she was, her accent.

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ＲＹＬＥＩＧＨ ＭＡＹ ＫＥＡＴＩＮＧ

ms. suicidal | seventeen | ry, remi, leigh, rhymi, ryles, ree

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Considering the girl only lived a state away, it wouldn't take her that long to get there. In fact, it wouldn't have surprised her if she was the last to arrive. The dark haired chick usually put things off until the last minute - she was always late to everything. That was one of her major flaws along with the countless talking she did; the talking could count as a gift granted she could make a conversation out of nothing. Even when she was introducing herself it could turn up to be more than thirteen sentences and no less than seven. Anyway, living in North Dakota was close enough to Montana, about a three or four hour drive. On the bright side, her parents trusted her to drive herself there. Ah, it was nice to have an overly trusting family that expected the very best from you.
Her phone beeped and started to talk to her, giving the orders when to turn and finally announcing she arrived at her final destination. Ryleigh, who preferred any nickname - really, opened her car door after cutting the engine and opening the trunk. For a troubled teenager, who had been always fascinated by the concept of death, she packed heavily. A bag for her make-up, a suitcase for her clothes, and a roll-along bag for her shoes. She also got out her purse, which contained all the electronics she would need for the trip: a video camera, her phone, music player, and a small tablet. In one of her other suitcases, packed underneath the layers of clothes, was her laptop. If she was going to be staying here with strangers, she might as well bring along something to keep her occupied.
A man with tattoos outlining his arms and a piercing in one ear met her at the door, his eyebrows raised seeing the luggage she carried along. "I am going to take a wild guess here...you're Ryleigh, yeah?" he asked, taking some of the load off the teenage girl. "Well, I believe you're the most with the luggage, congratulations on that. You'll be staying in the attic room, sharing it with a member of the opposite sex. I hope you don't mind that, I know some were surprised." The caretaker chuckled, leading her through the house.
"I don't mind it at all, actually. And, yeah, you've got my name right and you didn't even use a piece of paper! Did you recognize me from the picture my parents sent in? Oh, and I hear this place is haunted. Any paranormal activity in my room? Well, not exactly my room because I'll be sharing it. Who am I sharing it with? I want to know so I can be all creepy when they introduce themselves and act like I have a third eye or something." She blinked her blue eyes while talking to him, more than curious about this place. Haunted? That sounded radical. She couldn't wait to talk to some of the people from the other world! However, she wasn't up for using one of those boards.
"Well, you're a talkactive one. I have already made the mistake of telling someone who their roomie was and then set their self esteem down. I really don't feel like doing the same to you. Ah, here we are. The boy is already in there, he doesn't talk much. I wouldn't expect a word from him." The caretaker replied, opening the door for the girl and ushering her in. He was more than excited to see how this introduction would go down. "As you can tell, he's fond of music."
"Oh, that's cool. I like music, too; some of my favorite bands would be Pierce The Veil, My Chemical Romance, Mayday Parade, Sleeping with Sirens, Every Avenue and The Maine. I doubt he can even hear us, yeah? I don't want to scare him or anything. What if he cries when he's scared? I start crying when I see others cry...is that weird? I hope it isn't; I kind of figured it was unique and a good trait to have. What are you still doing in here, by the way? You've brought my bags, thanks for that, but it's not exactly mandatory to stick around, right?" Ryleigh didn't mind the company of the dude, she loved any company...even those of animals. She had a cat back home that would meow in response to Ry's words. Apparently, it had looked like the caretaker realized it was creepy to stick around and he placed her suitcase on the floor, along with the bag and purse. Without another word, he turned around and left, closing the door after him. She turned to look at the dude who was unpacking, unsure of what to do or what to say. It's not like she was feeling awkward but it'd be rude to rip his earphones out. Instead, she set her suitcase against the door and sat on it, grabbing the camera from her bag and checking the film - keeping herself occupied, that was a swag thing to do.

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ＴＩＭＯＴＨＹ ＤＡＲＲＥＮ ＷＥＳＴ

mr. paranoid | seventeen | timmy, tim, tim-tim, timo, totem, timokins

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The blonde watched with an accepting look, a little surprised she had listened to him. If he was her, which was weird to think about due to him being a guy and looking more than different from her, he'd would have replied with something snarky in a 'you really don't even wanna go there with me, kid.' kind of attitude. However, she didn't say that; just listened and did what he ordered. Well, this was going to be a fun roommate to have. The girl didn't seem much like a talker - this was a disappointment but something he could work with. Timothy could do the talking even if he was prone to say a lot. His left eyebrow rose a fraction when she finally did say something. And, if he wasn't mistaken, she had an accent. Did she come from Ireland? Ah, that was the voice he had heard earlier outside with the caretaker; it wasn't a leprechaun he heard, it was his bunkmate. "Don't be surprised or anything but I already know your name. The butler left out the part of your accent and race? Would you call it race? Never mind, you've got a funky accent and soft voice." Timothy pointed out, impressed regardless how shy Leda sounded. In fact, he had an accent of his own! Well, in Timmy's opinion, he didn't have an accent...every other person did. Anyway, he came from Sweden but he spoke in a Norwegian kind of way, where he drawled on his o's and just about every word.

[haadez_]

marcus lightmon

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m o o d;
startled
t a g g e d ;
ryleigh
d o i n g ;
trying to calm down
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marcus turns around as he feels someone looking at him and gasps in surprise, almost screaming. There was a girl in the room. Sucking in a breath, he tries to calm down, glad it wasn't a ghost. Pulling his ear plugs out, he sets them down on a small table. Flashing a quick smile at the girl, Marcus turns and finishes unpacking his items,shaking from being startled. 'must be my roommate. God I almost had a heart attack.' he thinks as he finishes unpacking his clothing. Turning to face the girl again he decides to test some thing. hello, I'm Marcus.' he signs out. Him and his brothers all learned sign language shortly after Marcus stopped talking so they could communicate when necessary. They always made sure no one, including his mum new about it. As a bead of sweat runs down his face, He begins to wonder why it was so hot, before remembering he had a giant black hoodie on. Mentally facepalming, Marcus strips the jacket off and fixes his white graphic tee, before grabbing his laptop from the suitcase and plugging it in so it can charge for a while, when he was exploring the haunted place . Taking out a piece of paper Marcus holds up a finger and writes something down. would you like to go exploring with me? it reads in small lettering. Sitting on the floor, he slides his black vans that he had taken off while unpacking, on and runs a hand threw his hair to get it out of his blue-grey eyes.

[Stankinator]

Leda
Wearing: X
With: Timothy
Mood: Upset

Leda smirked silently, 'that's what they all say,' she thought. "I know I have a funky accent, but you do too so..," she couldn't help herself from saying. That she immediately regretted it but it was annoying hearing that from so many people. She squinted her eyes so she could see farther into the window. It looked like hey had a woods not from here. She could always walk there if she wanted too. Leda took a deep breath, all she wanted to do was go home. But it looked like that wasn't going to happen until a month. She was going to dread this month, of all these questionings and statements that she already knew. The black haired girl looked down at her shoes then back up at the sky.

.: WB, sorry! :.

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ＲＹＬＥＩＧＨ ＭＡＹ ＫＥＡＴＩＮＧ

ms. suicidal | seventeen | ry, remi, leigh, rhymi, ryles, ree

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It was actually impossible for her to hold back a laugh when he had caught notice of her. She briefly looked up from her camera, smiling at the silent guy before returning to filling the old styled camera with film. It hadn't taken that long to make sure the space was filled up and checking over it just to see if it had survived the car ride. When that was done, Ryleigh stood to her feet and pushed her suitcase aside, figuring she'd deal with her belongings later. Turning back around, a grin was placed on her face as he signed to her. The only sign language ever taught to her was at the age of seven in class, and another time in middle school when her class had to visit deaf and mute kids, helping them out with their homework and reading stories to them. She wasn't an advance signer, nor an average one; she was just a tiny bit above basic. And, considering middle school was a long time ago, she was more than rusty on signing. Hm, maybe sticking to talking would be better for her. Though, since some knowledge was bestowed upon her, she made out the name marcus or was it marcelus? Eh, something like that. "Oh, you can't talk? Hopefully you're not deaf otherwise we'd have a heck of time trying to communicate. I suck at signing, by the way. I've never been the best at it. I can make out a few words but I'm more of a lost hope at that. By the way, I'm Ryleigh - any nickname is more than okay with me - even rye bread...I actually think that's my favorite bread?" it came out more of a question than a statement because she also loved sourdough bread...and these were just random things popping into her mind. Anyway, Marcus had a unique style in clothing - it even made Ryleigh clap; she was a fan good style and often congratulated people on it. Her head was tilted to the side as he scribbled something onto the paper and then allowed her to read it. Aw, he wanted to go exploring? Well, the place was big and it did make sense to check it out. Plus, she was also curious; when Ry had gotten here the caretaker rushed her to the room she'd be sharing with Marcus. This hadn't given her a reasonable amount of time to look over things. "Sure, exploring sounds fun and interesting. I must warn you, though. I am the kind of person who likes to take pictures. I am warning you right now I'll be taking some of you. And, it's not because I think you might be photogenic, it's a hobby of mine...that and you've got a great sense in style; kudos to you."

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ＴＩＭＯＴＨＹ ＤＡＲＲＥＮ ＷＥＳＴ

mr. paranoid | seventeen | timmy, tim, tim-tim, timo, totem, timokins

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He got out of the bed, watching as the pillows fell to the floor. Pft, the butler could take care of that. There was never the chance Tim was going to label the guy as a 'caretaker'. Since the dude contributed a nickname to the endless list, that returned in him getting one, too. Anyway, the reason Timothy had left the bed simply had to do with his suitcase which was lying on the floor. He unzipped it and started to rummage through things, not looking for anything in particular. The paranoid one was contemplating whether or not to ask why she was here. Would that be rude? They were all here for the same reason, right? So, what was Leda's story? What was her problem other than not saying much? This was something he'd have to figure out...rude or not. Curiosity was definitely going to kill him so why not get some satisfaction to cure that fatal ending? "We're all here for a reason, 'ya know?The ones who love us want to see some improvement in our attitudes, in our problems. I'm paranoid twenty four hours for seven days, always looking over my shoulder and expecting the worst to happen; whadda 'bout you?"
;;it's okay c: at least it was something to work with.