Juvenile Crime ~ Teen Romance/Action RP

[McCool]

.:Shay:.

The teacher glanced around, unsure of if she should move on or try to get him to speak.

After a beat of silence, Shay subtly glanced over at him. There had never been a student who refused to speak before. Sure, when she arrived she spent her first few months here in silence, but she tired of their coaxing and eventually gave them what they wanted, giving them straight answers and nothing more. All in one glance she saw Carmen's face, who looked horrified, The teacher who looked on the verge of being scared and Mute, who was glaring with such distrust and anger she looked away.
Shifting in her seat, she faintly heard her brothers dogs tags clank together, hidden under her shirt in case the teacher considered them a weapon. Her dog tags and her converse where the only things she had of her own, all her JCC uniforms property of the center. Her old things had been property of her dad, and, apparently disgusted with his only living child, moved away the first chance he got.

The teacher, obviously thinking he needed more to open his heart or whatever, patted him on the shoulder and moved on to Carmen.

[stanzathemanza]

Carmen

Carmen looked up at the teacher with loathing. "I already told you my story," She said in a quiet, dangerous voice. The teacher fixed her with an intense glare, but Carmen refused to respond. She glanced at Ollyver and saw the defiant look in his eyes. She wouldn't give in here, wouldn't give in to this menace.

Yes, she realized that what she had done was unspeakable. Killing a human being; an innocent one at that. But wasn't some if it her father's fault too, for becoming an alcoholic and leaving her depressed mother and daughter? Carmen fixed the teacher with a cold, unwavering look. For now, she would stay silent.

[e.mbr]

Name:Chi Amacura
Gender: female
History: well, shes not the baddest girl around but she used her skills in martial arts to rob a bank [with a gun], beat up her father and fake being a US marshal
Image/Description:
Crush:none yet/ open
Personality :normally nice[ish] but PLEASE don't get her mad. she'll practical kill you [um, like talking about her family]
Other: shees a good hider and in her cell was a wiggly block so she yanked it out and hid a mini chrome bow 'n arrow [snuck it in
by hiding it in her pants [undeer wear] just skimmed it in to the Center

[stanzathemanza]

((Accepted. But just letting you know that this is a literary RP, so we are looking for people who will type 1-2 paragraphs per post. Are you up to that? :3 For examples of forms you might want to look on the first page. Most people who've filled out the form have that or more.))

[e.mbr]

[yeah, at the least i usually write 3 sentences but I EASILY CAN wright a paragraph watch and learn]

^Chi^

Chi opened her eyes.Just the usual, her lumpy bed, lumpy pillow, sink ,toilet boxed in around some small walls and her violin that was inspected for 3 hours when she got in. She liked her violin. It gave her comfort with out breaking the rules. The bell rang and she was let out of her cell and led into class. She was newer and had no utter clue whom these other people were and took a empty seat.

[tigers breath]

.::. Jenna .:3.
She watched the new kid and kept her arms around her thin, muscular legs. Her eletric blue eyes seem to carry strikes of lighting, flashing brightly as it seemed each stride of lighting striked. She made a large popping noise with her fat, lips and wrinkled her little nose. She felt unease seem into her skin like a snake slithering up her arm with alarming hiss. Her eyes flashed across the room after they left the new kid and Carmen. She wanted to escape, be free. She wasn't going totalk, and if she did. She'll tell that snooty little teacher off in her snobby British accent. Hmmm... She thought deeply inher dark evil mind that seemed to control all her bad things. She had tried to beat up a cop as they tried to arrest her. Then she toke a golf club and whacked him in the head before running. That was when she was fifthteen. Now she is Sixteen, almost seventeen sitting in this looney place. They thought she was whacked, and that she resevered to be in her. She just thought that it was a way to build character. Then she thought about getting out of here, somehow some way. She didn't want to be here. To wanted to run and smile. She remembered how she broke a girls ankle in dancing class. She desevered it, toke my spotlight. She thought an evil smirking crawling onto her face. That happened when she was ten. She did a lot of things. She had ran for a year, before they eventaully caught her, and now she's in here for a couple of years..most of itnfor whacking a cop on the head with a metal gold club..she shrugged and stared at the wall.

[amithethird]

(This looks interesting I'm working on typing more in my posts and I think I'm up to the challange.)
Name: Ruben DeMaran
Gender: male
History: Ruben's childhood was nothing short of ordinary. He lived in a standard neighborhood with the standard necessities any kid should have. No, it wasn't his family that was the problem, it was his friends and a bit of himself. Ruden was always getting himself into trouble. He went to the principal's office for various things like disturbing class or pulling pranks. But it wasn't until he got to highschool that things started to go south.
He got in with the wrong crowd. He met a boy named Jason who also liked to pull pranks and the two boys clicked immedietly. Then Ruben started running around with Jason's little pack of friends and the minor school disruptances turned into egged houses and graffiti on buildings. The mob mentality of Jason's boys rubbed off on Ruben and he became increasingly outspoken and destructive. He got into more fights and had a continuous streak of detentions through out the year. He was suspended a few times. His parents took him to counciling but he was unresponsive.
Then one day Ruben stumbled across Jason's friends buying drugs. The boys threatened Ruben not to tell and Ruben agreed to stay quiet. Turns out the whole of Jason's group was caught up in the trade of various substances, from crack to cold meds. Ruben was hesitant to try the drugs so he never got into that part, but he was still involved as a messanger, delivering drugs and money back and forth. He got caught one night by the cops and...well, you know the rest.
Image/Description: CAn't find a pic, bare with me here X3
Ruben's hair is a kind of rusty blondish red. He keeps it in the usual boy style, just flat and plain on his head with no teasing. He has draker gray eyes that have a deep dark rim of blue around the very edge of the iris due to his mother's blue eyed family. His skin isn't really pale, more of a peachy beige color with freckles here and there. He's around 5'9". He wears dark jeans and worn out Vanns of the red variation. His T-shirts vary but he always wears a red vest over it. He has a small chain with two dog tags on it that he wears around his neck. They were his grandfathers from when he was in the military.
Crush: none just yet
Personality: Ruben comes off as overly confident and uncaring. He doesn't care if people stare at him, he just shrugs it off. He tries to keep a cool head, but sometimes his temper gets the better of him. He's not afraid to swing at someone if they annoy him. He can be very sarcastic and obnoxiously witty at times. He's relativley good at telling when he should punch someone's lights out and when he should just beat them down with his sharp tounge.
But he's not all full of himself or bad. While he has little to no respect for boys, he tries to be a gentleman around girls. Though this often backfires and he just comes off as annoying. He thinks he's real smooth with the ladies, but it's all in his head. He's not one to apologize much and if you can get an honest apology out of him, it means he probably likes and respects you.

(Hope this is satisfactory :3)

[♫♪Sil£nτ•Sympaτhy♪♫]

Name:
Dawn Adams
Gender:
Female
History:
To be honest, Dawn's history is unknown to everyone but her. This silent girl has moved from center to center for many different reasons, ranging from victorious fights to a reason only the heads of the centers know. Behind her chopped, raven black hair hides dead eyes, devoid of any emotion. The story behind this mysterious girl is actually well hidden in her cold and distant personality.
Image/Description:

Crush:
None
Personality:
Cold, Quiet, Uncaring, Dead
(I really hope this is okay! This just looks so great!)

[αɭɨ¢є]

Eden Alice
And if I die before I wake.
I pray the lord my soul to take...
X•X•X•X•X•X

Alice didn't even look up as the guy walked in, and suddenly both girl's attention were diverted to the male. Her nose wrinkled in slight disgust, the only emotion she ever showed anymore rather than hate. Eden would have pounced on the chance to introduce herself to this man, to ask him what his name was, but Alice was too depressed. Of course, these girls had gone through 'tradgity' and know they were throwing themselves at this guy. As the teacher's gaze feel on her, indicating for her to tell her what she had done to deserve this place. Alice didn't answer and crossed her hands on her lap, her knuckles pulled tight, showing white skin.
"Eden..." The teacher asked, wondering if the girl hadn't noticed the gaze she had given her. Suddenly, Alice's teeth clamped together in an audible clash. No one called her Eden anymore. No one. And this teacher had said the name that she had cringed away from since her 'accident'. Images of her bloody sister standing in the door way. Images of her tiny full lips moving to mouth the words, 'Help. Sissy.' Eden's eyes filled with tears, but Alice bit her lip, shoving them away into the depth of her uncaring numbness. Alice looked up at the teacher with uncaring eyes as she stated one word.
"Alice." The name came out effortlessly, yet sounded as if no emotion was put behind the act. The teacher looked confused, yet did not speak, waiting for her to tell her what had happened. Eden hid behind her mocha brown curls as Alice's hands clenched tighter together as she restricted her fear and pain. She refused to answer this stupid teacher. What did she(...or he) know about her? For all the teacher knew, Alice could be a cold hearted murderer. But she wasn't. It had all been a mistake. One she had been blamed for...

[Oh my gosheth! I love that song! Rose.
Oh, and side note, just so no one is confused, Alice and Eden are the same person...]

[tigers breath]

Jenna ::

She continued to stare at the wall as new people entered, but the only two people she would look at was the new guy and Carmen. The new guy was because, well he was a guy and she liked to talk to guys, and Carmen, she had the same snobby additude as her. She shrugged and let her feet slam against the ground and ran her fingers through her coal black eyes. Her eletric blue eyes seeming to strike like lighting flashing. She smiels swiftly before it turned to a serious 'Do I Know You? oh Well, your gonna die' look.