℘ ｒｏｂｌｅｍｓ

[Stankinator]

Leda B.
Wearing: X
With: Timothy
Mood: Upset

Leda gently turned to see what he was doing. Then turned back around like nothing happened. She was still looking out the window, wondering if he hated her now. People usually did hate Leda. She was always afraid of what they were going to think of her. Leda wasn't shocked when she once heard his voice again. She hesitated at the last three words, "whadda 'bout you?" Should she really tell this complete stranger her problems. Does he actually care? Sadness filled her eyes just thinking about her past. Leda decided that if she was going to stay a month with this kid she outta at least tell him why she is here. She sighed, "I'm always putting bad thoughts into my head. Always second guessing things and worrying about if people like me. I'm never able to move on from the past, never able to erase the sound of my mum's scream or erase the image of her slowly dying. When my mum did die I moved to America and lived with my insane grandmother. I had an eating disorder and only talked to my grandmother. So I guess my problem is I have depression. I can't help it, I mean this world is a filthy place." She was looking out the window the whole time, not make eye contact with Timothy, mostly because she was afraid of his reaction. He was probably just going to say she is lying. Leda sat there for a couple second, she wondered about telling him the cutting part. She couldn't help but touch her wrist just from thinking of them. Leda made fresh ones last night, and any minute they could start bleeding again. They usually do withing the twenty-four hours they were made.

.: I got inspiration from your kind words! :.

[B r o k e n;]

▸ 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.

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Ｈａｚｅｌ Ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓ

◄Haze|Ms. Anxious|Seventeen|Female|Wearing►

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Hazel gave him a small smile, but realized he probably couldn't see it so she just mumbled a quick "Thank you." looking down at her hands still. When she finally decided to steal another glance at him she caught him also looking at her and decided to spontaneously throw herself back onto the bed, covering her face for a bit, sighing quietly before rolling over to watch him unpack his things, blinking when he got out all his alcohol, drugs and whatnot. When he turned to her agains he pretended to look behind him at the wall, biting her lip and rolling back onto her back, her hands on her stomach as she looked up at the ceiling. She closed her eyes as silence set in,but after awhile it was awkward and she decided to turn her head to look at Chris again, blinking.

She searched her brain for something to say. Normally she wouldn't, but she was here to get better right? So she might as well put some effort into it, for Noah and her parents. "Uh..." she began , but then just froze. What should she say now? Great, she just had to open her mouth. Couldn't she have just left it to being awkwardly silent? She hated herself so much right now.
"Ummm..." shifting her eyes around the room she thought of something to say. "Did you know if you quit smoking 48 hours later the nicotine is completely gone from your body?" she blurted out the first thing that came in her mind, which happened to be a random fact she's read somewhere. Great. She tried her best not to cringe before facepalming and looking back up at the ceiling, grabbing a her pillow and placing it on her face, trying to hide away. At this point she really wanted the earth to swallow her up.

[Self Destruction]

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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

Shane Spire Castel
Moments after my added comment I heard footsteps coming towards me no doubt Kait's as she was the only other person here I lifted my gaze to see her standing there she said hat I probably wasn't a worthless fool but no offense but what does she know she didn't even know me till less than ten minutes ago and anyway I don't lie I always tell the truth. I lowered my gaze to the ground again listening to the words that came from Kait's lips.
So she was suicidal, depressed and had a cutting problem? People try to say that I am depressed sometimes but I am not I am just quiet and don't always like the comapny of others honesty. I lifted my head to look her in the eye to show that I meant what was coming out of my lips "I'm sorry" I said knowing the pain of cutting yourself, I use to do it myself but I managed to get control of it somehow. I shook my head "All Esther said was that I need to start thinking good about myself that if I keep thinking bad things it is not going to lead to good things" I said quietly

(Sorry it is bad on my phone)

[rhiannon.]

▸ christopher 'chris' elliott
▸ 18
▸ wearing

Chris sighed. Everyone always tried to tell him these stupid facts to get him to quit. "You think I haven't heard that one before?" He said sort of rudely, but oh well. He hated when people used dumb facts to get him to change his mind. They don't understand. They don't understand how all of these things can just clear his mind in a matter of minutes, like magic. It's all he needed, and this camp was probably not going to change that. He turned his head to face the window. He looked out of it for a minute, and then turned back to Hazel. He had to think of something sly to say to her. "Did you know that if you keep dying your hair it will lose it's shine?" He asked, and smirked. He didn't really regret it, but a fake sorry may be appropriate. He actually liked her hair. "Of course, not as an insult. Your hair is pretty cool to me." He said, and laughed a little. He turned to look up at the ceiling. Hopefully it wouldn't always be like this. Chris suddenly heard a small knock coming from the wall, and was a bit startled. He heard this place was so called 'haunted', but he sort of had trouble believing those things. And if they were ghosts, why be scared? They're just angry people. He turned to face the wall, and waited. Three seconds later, another faint knock came. He just dismissed it as some kids next door. He was a bit in denial, but oh well.

[B r o k e n;]

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Ｈａｚｅｌ Ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓ

◄Haze|Ms. Anxious|Seventeen|Female|Wearing►

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Hazel removed her pillow away from her face as soon as Chris reply came. "Uh.. i didn't mean to say that. It just came out. I swear I wasn't... my brain just makes me blurt out random facts when I panic." she said quickly, sitting up and looking at him. She realized how stupid she sounded and made a face at herself then sighed. The girl awkwardly scratched the back of her head as she spoke "Uhm.. my hair is actually naturally this colour.." she said quietly, sighing loudly. People always had something to say about her hair. "It's like my eyes, see. one blue, one green. Completely natural." she pointed at her eyes, looking at him as she bit her lip. "I should join a freak show." she quoted what a few people told her once, looking down at her hands.

Hazel could've sworn she heard something, but she thought it was just her so she ignored it, but when the second knock came she jumped and grabbed her pillow, hugging it close to her chest. "It's the ghost." she whispered to herself, burying her face into the pillow. She wasn't too keen on all these supernatural/horror things, actually she was a cry-baby when it came to them. I'm going to die here. She thought, bringing her knees close to her chest as well, making herself look like a human ball. She needed to stop being so weird.

[rhiannon.]

▸ christopher 'chris' elliott
▸ 18
▸ wearing

Chris sighed. "Oh, I see." He looked at her, and he had a hard time believing that was true, but he just let it go. "We can join one together in that case. We could be called the Bi-Eyed Tomato Top and the Smokey Stone." He said, referring to her different eyes and red hair, and referring to his smoking/drug habits. He looked over at her to see her hugging a pillow from the knocks and heard her whisper. "I'm sure it's just some kids next door getting along pretty well. Even if it is ghosts, no need to be scared. They're just scared people who've moved on from this hell hole called Earth." He said with a faint sigh. He thought about his special box and using it later that night. Maybe it wasn't best to do while she was awake. She'd probably ask to switch rooms or something. He looked at his hands for a bit, noticing all the faint burns from cigarette butts and lighters. He picked his fingers up to his plugs, and stuck his fingers in them. He spun them around a bit. Currently they were at the size where he could put a thin carrot through them about half way. Those were the only piercings he pretty much had. He heard the knock again and rolled his eyes. Oh, lovely.

[haadez_]

marcus lightmon

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m o o d;
happy
t a g g e d ;
ryleigh
d o i n g ;
exploring
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marcus laughs and shakes his head. I'm not deaf, I can hear you just fine. but if you start begging me to talk I'll block you out like i did with everyone else.' he scribbles down on the paper. As she says he has a great fashion sense, he looks down before looking back at her. Shaking his head he grabs his phone, he types, enter your number before handing it back to her. Marcus didn't understand how he had a good fashion sense. All he was wearing was a simple white graphic tee and black skinny jeans, to him that was normal. After grabbing his phone back, Marcus grabs Ryleigh's arm and drags her out of the room, excited to start exploring the "haunted" place. Wondering back down to where they entered, marcus heads into a room near by, only to see it be an empty bed room. 'if there are empty rooms, why are we sharing one then.' marcus thinks as he walks back out of the room, confused. Smirking, he silently walks threw the shadows unil he was behind Ryleigh. Grabbing her shoulders quickly he lets out a gasp sounding like a hiss to startle her.

[B r o k e n;]

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Ｈａｚｅｌ Ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓ

◄Haze|Ms. Anxious|Seventeen|Female|Wearing►

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Hazel sighed as well before letting out a small giggle she tried to hide. That was actually quite funny. "What would our act be? I suck at almost everything." she asked, raising a brow at him. When she heard 'some kids getting along pretty well' she couldn't stop her brain from taking that the wrong way, which made her face turn red with embarrassment. God, sometimes she really hated her dirty mind, especially at times like these. She nodded a bit when he went on about how the ghosts were just scared people and that was sort of creepy still.
Her eyes wandered under his bed, remembering the box where he smartly hid his drugs. She then lay back onto her back, still hugging her pillow.

"You know when you're like... high? Do you turn funny or aggressive?" she asked, thinking about some movie she saw ages ago with druggies. "I mean.. I hoped that question wasn't offensive. It's just.. sometimes in movies..ugh.. forget I asked." Hazel added quietly, this time ignoring the knock. Either some people were afraid of dying as virgins or the ghosts were messing around. Either way she couldn't be bothered to put any more energy in thinking about it Instead she subtly pulled one of her sleeves up and traced a few fresh scars on her skin with her finger, at first the touch sort of stung but then it just started to tickle. She wondered if these cuts would completely vanish or leave permanent marks like most she had on her arms and thighs. She decided they wouldn't, not all of them anyway.
Sometimes she regretted the way she destroyed her body, like today, thinking about how that affected her brother and her parents. "Wow I'm a bad person." she thought out loud, still touching her cuts.

[rhiannon.]

▸ christopher 'chris' elliott
▸ 18
▸ wearing

Chris squinted at her question and laughed a little. Typical question, really. He didn't know if he should be honest or not; they both had issues, so maybe honesty would be alright. He looked at her silent for a second, thinking. He was emotional when under the influence; incredibly honest and emotional. "I don't know, you can barely remember when it fades. I'm a little bit of everything." It was partly true; he was a little aggressive, and he did think things were really funny sometimes. Chris saw her touching her scars, and heard what she said. He didn't exactly agree. "Well, if that happened to your arm, I'm pretty sure someone else is the horrible person. They're responsible for what you've done in my opinion." He nodded, and looked up for a moment, thinking. "I'm not going to tell you not to cut your skin, if you were thinking I was. I know the feeling, and it's annoying so I wouldn't go there. Not the feeling of cutting your arms, I don't use that sort of self harm. I kind of discretely self harm through my drugs and alcohol. It's hurting my body and I know it. Honestly, dying doesn't sound half bad to be honest. If I die in here, I can't promise that I won't come back as a ghost and mess with you." He smirked a little bit and then it faded, considering the semi seriousness of what he had just said. "If cutting makes you feel better, f***ing do it. I know my
'addictions' make me feel a lot better. I'm sorry for anything I do while under the influence that offends you ahead of time." He put air quotes around addictions. His gaze left the ceiling and was focused back on Hazel.

[B r o k e n;]

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Ｈａｚｅｌ Ｗｉｎｔｅｒｓ

◄Haze|Ms. Anxious|Seventeen|Female|Wearing►

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Hazel waited for his answer, watching him as he looked right back at her, probably thinking. When he finally answered she nodded a little. "Bit of everything eh?" she wiggled her eyebrows at him suggestively, smirking a little. God she was such a weirdo at times. Always. Everyday. All day. She really needed to stop with her stupid jokes that no one found funny. Plus, why did she even say that? Normally she would just be quiet, but then again, she wouldn't be able to just stay here and be quiet all the time. Well she could, but that would probably freak Chris out and make him change rooms and she really didn't want to be alone with all these weird noises around here."Right. Sorry for making that bad joke." she apologised.

When Chris spoke again Hazel was swept out of her thoughts, slowly pulling her sleeve back down. She looked at Chris and smiled a little. "Maybe you're right, but then again... My adoptive family suffered quite a lot when they found out, so I guess I was a bad person for only thinking about myself and not about the others around me." she shrugged. "And if you come back to haunt me I will be very mad at you, though that would also be cool. I mean... ghost friend? How awesome would that be?" she asked, getting a little excited but then just looked at him. "Without the you dying part, of course. I would probably cry." she admitted quietly. It wasn't her fault she got attached to people and pets way too easily. Remembering that she put a hand on the necklace around her neck and closed her eyes for a moment.
"But I have to get better. I promised someone..." she mumbled, opening her eyes again. "And don't worry. I forgive easily. Sort of. Or I just prefer to forget."she shrugged a little. She wondered if she should tell him about her night terrors but decided against it. No one in their right mind would want to stay in the same room with someone who constantly wakes up screaming and freaking out in the middle of the night. And she didn't want to be alone.