↓ Behavioural C o r r e c t i o n ↓ [Semi-Lit] [Open]

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Username: sasuke uchiha
Name: eric lovley
Gender: m
Age: 14
Personality: argumentitive and rude. He would do anything to cause an uproar. Alex loves to make people mad, ni matter the punishments
History: he has been here at least three times now. His parents dont seem to care anymore
Likes: food, pointy objects, making weapons
Dislikes: people
Family: a mother margot, and father tomas.
Orientation:bi
Crush: (who your character has a crush on
Bf/Gf: (who your character is dating)
Anything else: he has a scar from a preivious inmate from his collarbone to hip

[.Coyote]

Jesse listened, though kept his gaze fixed on a few of the fake tiles they had layed out on the floor. His parents, he knew, would not be letting the family leave until he was finally out of sight. It was a smart move, really. Watching the dog be lead through the door for euthanasia was much more effective than just knowing that he would be euthanised. Granted, he wasn't a dog and would not be injected, but the effect was still the same. He heard a sister stifle a loud cry as he headed for the line of boxes. Oh, his parents were good. He put his hands in his pockets and searched for anything that may be put into the box, but he had nothing. Jesse hadn't owned a cell phone for several years and did not make it a habit to wear jewelry. He never carried a weapon, so that was out. No scraps of paper or letters from 'dear Mama', or anything like that. He saw the officer eying him closely, waiting for him to put anything into the box. Surely Jesse White had some kind of momento to add to the lot. But he did not, nor did he wish to cause suspicion in the officer. So he stuck to his belt instead. Not really his weapon of choice, but he was beginning to feel like he would have to put something in there. And it could be used as a weapon, if not by him than someone else. The officer seemed satisfied with this and he continued on, being briefly searched for concealed weaponry before settling against a wall as he waited for more instructions.

But, once again, he looked no one in the face. He stared over all of their heads out a window, watching the wind rustle a few branches in and out of view. He frowned a little, hearing a few boast about their crimes like they had been accomplishments of some sort. It set a bitter taste to his tongue and he sneared a little, looking back down to the floor. There was no glory in murder.

[Zeee]

[she also has a bull-ring hoop nose peircing, 2 different ear peircings on each ear, and a bellybutton peircing. she actually has a sister, but she died.

Here are her Osiris hightops.]

Alexandra grumbled under her breath and listened to the deep-voiced man. As he finished, she moved up in a line as her parents were silent for a moment, like they didn't care. My dad stared me in the eyes and put on a stern frown. "We don't care whether your here or at home," He said, pointing at the ground to represent 'here'. "But you need help. Major help. It could take years or even more, but you need to be rehabilitated. No matter what. You are not allowed home until our child is fixed!" My parents were snooty people. Perfect in every way. I was their only child, and their 'mistake' added to that. As they were walking away and she held her father's shoulder. "Dad," She said quietly, seemingly to be sincere. She didn't care about her parents. She didn't need them. He nodded sincerely. "Get the hell out of my life." A angry frown curved on his face as they stormed out of the building. As a delayed reaction, she realized that the man talking had said their phones would be taken. She whispered to herself, "No way. Their not taking my phone." She knew that her precious phone wouldn't be taken into the care of anybody but her. She reached into her bag and searched for her phone, feeling for it. She felt other things along the way, thinking of a plan to hide everything she needed. She felt a few different peircings that she actually needed. She picked them out and found 2 extra bull-ring hoops, 4 more earrings, and 3 extra bellybutton peircings. She didn't need the bull rings or the earrings, but she recently got her bellybutton peirced- without consent of her parents of course- and needed them if she didn't want an infection. She also found some gum, but realized it wasn't important enough to hide, along with alot of other things. She held her bag up to her chest and took her phone out, turning so no one could see. She then carefully and cautiously slipped her phone, yes, into her shirt, being held there by her bra. She got to the front of the line quickly and fixed her shirt so the imprint of her phone was impossible to recognize.


She found her name and dumped her bag out, revealing quite a few things; 2 bull-ring hoops, 4 earrings, 3 bellybutton peircings, 4 packages of gum, a nail file, 2 headbands, 3 necklaces + anklets, flats, and a wallet. She grabbed her wallet as soon as it fell and opened it, showing a lady at the front. "I have a few pictures in here I'd like to keep," She said, pulling out 4 pictures of one particular person. In her mind, she whispered to the pictures, 'I wish I could have been a better sister.' and soon snapped out into reality, holding the pictures close. She let the woman look at them as she said, "My sister. She died 1 year ago, she meant the world to me. I'd just like to keep them..." She hoped that the nice, sincere-looking woman would understand. This was the only time Alexandra would be nice about this. She also slipped all the bracelets off her wrists and pulled off the necklaces, afterwards slipping off an anklet from each anklet, spying out her other one in the pile. And she pulled out, of the pile, the bellybutton peircings. Then she slipped her peircings into her pocket. "These are bellybutton peircings, no worries." She mumbled. "Im keeping these; I had my bellybutton peirced a few days ago and I need them. No need for an infection. So if you want to take them away, too bad." She searched the rest of the pile, finding nothing else needed. "It's only about 2 things. And their not dangerous," She felt the pictures and mumbled under her breath, moving along to what seemed to be security guards of some sort, "What am I gonna do? Give someone a paper cut?" She looked at everyone in front of her and realized they were indeed being patted down. Dammit... She thought, looking down at where she placed her phone. She perked a little. Oh, but what are they gonna do? Her phone was in the middle of her chest. Feel between my boobs? Unlikely. She laughed to herself and told herself that if they did, she'd put a- or try to put a- number on em'. She then glared in the crowd and saw one boy that struck her attention. His brunette hair flipped at the ends, and he had light freckles, as it seemed. His eyes were dark, she noticed, but for some reason; he stood out. But there was no point trying to find out who he was until this part was done. Even though, she tried. She swerved through the crowd and tripped over a few people, falling at this other boy's feet. She blushed furiously, her flirty side somewhat taking over. She held her wrist that felt a sharp pain and fixed her hair with her other hand, still sitting on her knees.

[~:Stitch:~]

Caine watched as this girl fell over and he walked up to her. Even though he was 'bad' he still had a gentlemanish side to him. He bent down slightly and held out his hand. "You ok?" He asked. He felt some eyes on him but he didn't care. Just because he was here doesn't mean he can't show SOME kindness. Besides this was a good start to show that he was on everyones side here, unless he made enemies ofcourse. He could care less about the guards or parents and family. He wondered if the girl would hate him for soome reason or exept his kindness.

[Zeee]

{{ ○ alexandra sereu jamie leuea ○ }}

Alexandra flushed with red, taking the boys hand. "Uh... yeah. Thanks." She pulled herself up with the help of the boy and stared at him, thoughts racing in her mind of who he was. In hopes he'd say his name back, she said hers and extended her arm for a handshake. Smiling, she said, "Leuea," She shook his hand and flipped some of her hair back. "Alexandra Leuea. Call me Alex. Again, thanks." She looked down at her shoes and lifted her gaze up, eyes now glued to the boy. She didn't want this boy to get the wrong impression of Alex being such a mannerful girl. But shaking someones hand wouldn't make anyone suspect that, would it? She hoped not. "So..." She said awkwardly, dearly hoping not to say something stupid. "What's up?" And there it was. Stupidest thing to say in this moment. She froze in embarassment, even though the boy hadn't said anything yet.

[~:Stitch:~]

Caine's right eyebrow slightly raised and he smiled. "Name's Caine. Caine Merwire." He said, returning the handshake. His bright green-yellow eyes locked her gaze and he ran his hand through his dark brown hair. 'Whats up? The sky...well now the ceiling I guess. Inside a room with some kids who are crying, boasting, and just staring off into space." He chuckled with a shrug.

[s y n]

Call me Alex.

[Lols, bro, I don't think we can call her Alex since we have an Alexander and an Alexandra and my Alexander is called Alex xD
Squiddy - Accepted, sorry I didn't catch that before :3]



Demetri pursed his lips. He glanced at Alex. The two boys need not words; Their eyes spoke to each other, and he broke it with a small nod, glancing over to the pink-haired girl beside him. "Katt," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder and gently pulling her to face him. She just looked at him questioningly, her eyes switching to Alex for a minute - and filling with fiery hate - before swithcing back to him, the hate draining off. "Una elza reios." he said, speaking in the secret language they had invented a few years ago.

Katt smirked, nodding. "Eros, nefae ikai yeude." she replied, and the four of them laughed. It was great to have the secret language; That way, they could say whatever right in the middle of a group and nobody would understand it. It was great for telling secrets, making plans, or just talking myteriously, of course. They probably sounded a bit weird doing this, but they didn't really care.

"Esteores weuh?" Alice asked, tilting her head towards Alex, who nodded with a smile that matched all of the others'. "Teerins alfirna sedeeir amunir gura." she said under her breath. The smiles on the group immediately disappeared to dark looks.

"Oh yeah." Alex replied, out of their language, glancing down at his feet. "I thought we agreed not to talk about that ever again." he said quietly, looking up at them. "Three years ago, remember? We agreed not to. Why bring it up?"

"Because," Alice said, looking to each side. There were far too many people around to speak in normal words. "Alfirna seedir gura ellifer traji." the eyes of the small group went wide. She nodded grimly. "Des acreios."

"How?" Demetri asked, shocked.

Alice shrugged slowly. "No idea."

[Zeee]

[whatever. it'll be interesting later on.]

Alexandra smiled brightly and returned to the boy she basically fell on. "Sorry," She got a quick glance of his eyes. She could identify anyone in anything as long as she knew what their eyes looked like. "Im really clumsy."

[WB D:]

[~:Stitch:~]

Caine stood up straighter and looked at that same, crazy, group of people. Fist it was talking about burning stuff and now it was some secret language? How strange. He ran his hand through his hair again. They're phyco. That was his desicion, his conclusion, about that group for now. He stared at them for a while with bright, intellegent, observative eyes. He then looked at Alexandra.

[.Coyote]

They sounded crazy. This babbling in a different language caught his curiosity well enough that he actually looked over at them. His dark eyes narrowed a little, eye brows furrowed in question. What were they speaking? It sounded familiar to many languages that he had heard, and yet not like any of them. He was fairly certain he wasn't imagining it, wasn't going mad. His mind was sound as could be, regardless of how senseless many thought he was.

So that ment they must be the crazy ones. Or something like it. They did seem thrilled at the talk of murder, so that wasn't such a stretch. It must have been one of those gang languages, though he had heard much of that and it usually never left the English language. It was just all jumbled up into codes. But perhaps the same. So, what, did that make them all part of the same gang? Jesse didn't like gangs. They were the reason he was here in the first place. though, he supposed that was better than many of them ended up. But what if they were? Could he really stand to be left here among those he hates without a doubt? He may really go mad with this new development. No, no he could end up dead if they knew anything about him. He would have to be very careful, to know everything.

Well, there went his dreams of a somewhat relaxed trip to juvie.

"Excuse me." He said, somewhat quietly, though his voice was the strange quality of pitch that usually made people listen up. It came in handy, sometimes. "What are you speaking?"