Second Chance
        by Glam-BACK  (glamgirl12@Writing.Com)
[Introduction] 8 teens have been sentanced to go to a reform school to get their lives together. All with a different story and past they overcome their hardships and triumphs to form a very special friendship.

RULES:
1. you have 3 days to add or I skip you

2. please let me know if you're going away or won't be able to add

3. keep it pg-13

4.HAVE FUN!

On your first addition please write a bio including the following:

Name:
Age (between 15-17):
Appearance:
Personality:
Why they're here:
Past:
Other:
Glam-BACK    Name:Evangaline Crater

Age (between 15-17):16

Appearance:Long jet black hair with purple streaks in it. BLue eyes about 5'6. Usually wears jeans ripped at the knees and dark colored T-shirts.

Personality:Quite and mysterious. Doesn't talk much in fact hardly at all. Can be very opinionated when she wants and gets into a lot of trouble.

Why they're here:Busted for trying to smuggle pot.She had been in juvi to many times and they wouldn't take her. this is her last hope, if it doesn't workout here...well let's hope it doesn't come to that.

Past:Dad in prison her mom probably doped up at some guys house. Her mom was on crack when she was pregnant so Evangaline can be a little slow with things. Moves from one foster home to another the longest she ever stayed was like a month. Currently boarding at reform school.

Other: Doesn't know how to read. She never went to school. all her foster homes thought she was retarted but if they gave her a chance they'd fing out she'd pretty smart.

AngelinTwilight    Name: Angeless Grim. 'Nickname of reaper'

Age:17

Appearance: waist length jet black hair with white fringe. Greyish blue eyes. 6'5. A pair of Wing motif tattoo's that start on his back and end on his wrists. Wears plain black cloathing alot of the time. A silver cross necklace that he can often be found holding.

Personality: very quiet. Puts a low priority on things regarding his actions. Could be considered a master of concealing what he thinks. Comes off as shy and passive. Dislikes being put down and mistreated. Has a wicked sense of humor when he wants to. Has a stare that is hard to look at for even short periods.

Why they're here: He's made several atempts on his on life and those of his family. Has run away repeated since he was 12.

Past: He's been abused and beaten for longer than he can remember. He's learn't to detach himself from whats happening around him. While his grades at school have never suffered he has grown more quiet and passive. Aside from atempted suicide he has become and acumplished artist.

Other: He can't be forced into things as easily as others would think. Has been known as Grim for more than hlaf his life. He knows people a worried by his seemingly icy cold nature. He honestly couldn't care less about the world around him. He got the tattoo's to symbolize his wanting to sore free from his life.

Kat- filming    Name: Miley Shiftputte

Age: 17 (just turned)

Appearance: 5'8. Brown hair to shoulders covering her eyes at most times. Bright Blue eyes. Wears usually blue t'shirts and black bottoms. Hardly ever does a smile set foot on her face.

Personality: Doesn't talk much. Thinks in more of dark matter. tells the truth with out a care of what people think. Spends most time listening to other people talk sitting in the shadows.


Why here: She stole a BMW and attempted ro kill her mother unsuccsesfully.

Past: Most of life she has been made fun of. Her mother drove her crazy with the usually why can't you.... Mostly everyone including her family thought she was a freak who didn't belong there.
this effected alot of her life so far.

Other: Loves plants and animals more then humans because they don't judge her. Has a few friends who abandoned her. Likes to sing and play base gutair. When she was younger she used to smile so her parents named her Miley like smiley. Even though now she hates to smile.


Jason Simmons    Name: Shane Dawson

Age: 17 3/4

Appearance: 5'10. Brown hair with blonde highlights, keeps spiky. About 175 lbs. Stocky build with a solitary stud earring in his left ear.

Personality: Rough, tough, and mean. He usually doesn't start fights, but seriously instigates them. Always finishes the fight. He is known to warm up to very few people. He has the utmost respect for family, but is still a trouble maker.


Why he's here: Brought a gun to school because he was going to hunt some of the wild anmals that came around. Also hit multiple teachers, all guys. Is known for seriously trying to flirt up with young female teachers.

Past: He was supposedly grown up to be decent, but when his parents were attacked by a thief, he lost it. Almost killed the guy, and since has loved the thrill of the fight.

Other: He plays drums and sings, but no one knows because he's always staying in trouble. Also excellent harmonica player.


Agent-409    Name: Benjamin Garner

Age: 17

Appearance: He’s about 5’11 and skinny. Usually wears folded up bandanas around his head, also tight pants (that are actually a little loose on him) and small shirts. His hair is brown with red streaks in it right now and on the medium to long side. He’s pretty good looking but a lot of people don’t really spend enough time looking at him to notice.

Personality: Fairly quiet in large groups, likes to try and go unnoticed by the majority of the populous or at least tries to pretend no one stares at him. He doesn’t mind the staring though, he is confident in himself if nothing else. He is friendly to people who take the chance to get to know him, but hostile towards those who judge him or hate him.

Why they're here: He’s had behavior problems for awhile and his parents think he’s ‘fallen in with the wrong crowd.’ Whether that’s true or not… They wanted him to go change his image, straighten out his life and his choices and what not, or at least that’s what they told him. After living with extended family failed, he was sent to the reform school so he could try again.

Past: He thinks his parents hate him. Actually he’s pretty sure. He is the youngest of his family. He has an older sister and he had an identical twin brother who died when they were 12. He actually has been living with his aunt and uncle for awhile after his parents decided they couldn’t look at him anymore or deal with his behavior problems and all. At his aunt and uncle’s house, he is basically ignored. He’s tried drugs and all that but has actually given them up.

Other: Ben’s a good kid at heart, but no one has given him the help or attention he needs. He doesn’t really have any real friends or family. His sister is the only positive influence in his life and she always seems a million miles away and busy with her own life. She was the one who convinced him to go to the school and hopefully it will be the best thing for him right now.


**Jo tired & pretty stressed**    

Name: Andrea "Andy" Windrider

Age (between 15-17): 16 1/2

Appearance: Andy's tall at about 5'8" with jet black hair extending to about the small of her back. Her dark, almost black, eyes match her dark Native American complexion. She dresses in typical cowgirl apparel. Her favorite pair of jeans, western shirts or t-shirts, and cowboy boots. She is hardly ever seen without her trusty black cowboy hat.

Personality: Loud. Andy makes her opinons known and is very out-spoken, though when the time arises she knows how to be quiet. Living on the reservation has defintely made her tough. Certainly a trouble-maker.

Why they're here: Has had many minor offenses in the past and when caught breaking into this store with her friends. Family didn't want to mess with her so they just sent her to the school.

Past: She made it a point to try and break every rule in the handbook at school. Almost accomplished it, but ran off with her friends right before getting kicked out. Her and her friends lived out of their car doing tons of crazy mostly illegal stuff. She was finally caught when the police broke up this wild party they were at and thought she looked way under-aged. Her friends abandoned her to save themselves. She was taken back to the reservation, but her parents didn't want her so they sent her to the school.

Other: Loves horses and misses her stallion that's at home. Is Lakota Indian and lived on the Redbud Reservation in South Dakota. She loves to sing, espesically in Lakota, but not in front of others. Really and truly is an artsy person but hides it to the world.



Glam-BACK    *This is Matt's Bio, I'm just putting it up for him.*


Name: Rain Devlin

Age (between 15-17): roughly 17 but not quite sure of a date

Appearance: Tall with light green eyes and blond dreadlocks that go in
all directions. His skin is clear and lightly tanned with a few pale
scars scattered about his body including one that cuts down from the
tip of his left eye and another on his back that meets the scorpian on
the base of his spine. He generally sports battered black converse, skinny
black jeans which are torn at the knees and a black band logo t-shirt.
He's effeminate looking with dark kohl around his eyes but he's not
weak and not a person to tick off.

Personality: He's a dreamer but tends to expect little of people and
situations seeing as he doesnt want to hope for the best when he's
never seen it come. He's quiet and struggles with trust which leads
to lies and anti-social behaiviour. People have often talked of him
as a 'stubborn' child but he's not so much stubborn as afraid. Not
that he would ever admit that. He's a good story teller but never
knows who he should be talking too and proud despite his history.
He can come across as cold and mean but with a little time he'll
give up anything to help those he cares for. Intangible, artistic
and rough around the edges.

Why they're here: Anti-social behaiviour issues, pathological lying and a
genuine life of crime has lead to his disposal in what the state
considered a secure insituition in which for him to be
'rehabilitated'. This is his last chance due to his long standing
record.

Past: Effectively abandoned by his parents when he was seven he was left to
survive on his own. Originally placed within Care Homes, he became quieter as
more issues started appearing in his life. Suffereing from an attention
deficit sydrome he escaped to the streets aged 10 and began to try and
make it on his own. However, since then he's been picked up and placed in Care
around 12-13 times and each time he's run away. He's been through hell
on the streets and done a lot of things he regrets but compared to
the support system he considers it nothing.

Other: He loves art and telling stories and he has a passion for
music despite never being taught anything about it. He has a
scrapbook with dozens of drawings in as due to his lack of education
he draws out his thoughts and tales because words mean nothing to
him on paper.


GoldenHopeisWorkinHard!    Name: Lavinia Parks

Age: 16

Appearance: Short, dark, and shadowy with an angular face and large, golden eyes. Proportionate limbs to such a little body, small in frame and long in neck. Lavinia wears natural, artsy pieces like Edge of Urge shirts and skinny jeans. She has long, black, straight hair that she lets wild.

Personality: Tough and silent, Lavinia keeps to herself most of the time. She is extremely intelligent and able, but she is not sociable in the least. She enjoys her privacy and thinks to herself as her hobby. She smokes many cigarettes.

Why they're here: Lavinia has been accused of setting her own house on fire, been caught smoking weed on several occasions, and has been seen gallavanting with a wanted boy known to have committed armed robbery.

Past: Lavinia's doped up, older brother was her only link to family. He had a mediocre job that payed barely for her food, and she herself, had to buy her own clothing and take care of her own other necessities. When her older brother decided to start bringing heroin into the house, however, Lavinia stayed away from home a lot. Once when her brother brought friends over to shoot up, one of them tried to rape her. That night, she tried to set her house on fire. She wast taken into custody by the police and her brother was arrested. She was sent to the school by a government aid facility.

Other: Lavinia has a keen eye for all things mechanical. She is very good at putting things together, and she is very good at science and math. However, she chooses not to display any of these skills.

Glam-BACK    As Evangaline stood in court in front of the judge, she could not even think of what was going to happen to her. This was probably her 20th- 30th time in court and they were running out of places to put her. She'd been in foster homes, group homes, detention centers, where else was there left to go?

For the past month (she was shocked she even made it a month) Evangaline had been staying in a group home. It was awful, no one paid attention to a word anyone said, it was complete and utter chaos to say the least. They finally decided to kick her out when they found her at a bar. (she wasn't drinking, there wasn't anyplace else to go) The laws of the group home was you run away, you leave... so now she was back in court.

"Ms. Evangaline Crater," The judge said.

"Evangaline didn't even bother to respond.

"It has been determined that this is you last chance. If you screw up here, it's over. You will be on a flight out of Detroit tommorrow, on your way to California. Now, this is no vaction, you are being sent to a sort of school. This school specializes in troubled teens who need to get their life together. You will be going to Second Chance."

***************

Evangaline had been allowed to stay in the group home for one last night in order to get her things together and sleep.

Evangaline was now aboard flight 027, flying non-stop to LA.

Sitting a seat away from her was a shady looking character; dressed in all black his jet black, white fringed hair reached his waist. His face was turned so she couldn't see his eyes.

Not that he was of much importance to Evangaline, she'd probably never see him again in her life.

GoldenHopeisWorkinHard!    Lavinia had been at Last Chance for about three nights now. The Advisors (those in charge of housing and behavioral problems) had given her a small, plastic box in which to keep her few belongings (they had found her hidden cigarettes in her rolled up socks, and thrown them away). The room in which Lavinia slept was large and open, cold from a broken window, and bare except for two lines of identical cots covered in thin, brown blankets.

Because she had come early, the cots were all empty except for her own. With no classes and no compnay, Lavinia found herself with much leisure time which she filled with lying on her bed and using fingernail clippers to cut at her long, brown hair. Sometimes she took an blue ink pen and scribbled pictures on the bed boards. An Advisor found the pen after the second day, however, and had threatened to take it away if she continued the vandalism.

Lavinia could wait for company. "I hate when they all look at me," she thought. She knew she was attractive, what was the big deal? She had a sudden urge to scalp some scissors from a secretary and butcher her hair. But, instead, she took out a t-shirt her mother had given her and drew her own pictures across its white surface. When she was done, a blue, thin-outlined tropical bird graced the side of the shirt. Lavinia put the shirt on over her tank top and lay back, looking out of the broken window.


AngelinTwilight    Angeless was laying on the floor next to his bed in his new room at Last Chance. He had already considered sucide more than once. This place was like a living hell to him. They'd confiscated half his personal affects. Shoe laces, belts and even his pens aswell as anything metalic he could put into plug sockets. Thankfully they'd left him with his cd player.

"...I can list atleast 15 things in this room I could kill myself with... "he thaught to himself.

He had already inspected the locks on the door. easy enough to get open but provide him with some form of distraction. The orderly's had been keeping an eye on him for a while. The only thing that was keeping him sane was the music he was listening to.

"leave me alone... "he sighed ignoring the orderly not even taking out his head phones.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

5 hours earlier.

He had been sitting in his near catatonic state for the better part of 3 hours. not moving or saying a word.

"The orderly's will take your son to his room "smiled the nurse at reception to his parents.

The orderly's raised him up out of his seet and were atempting to march him down the corridor. a few feet from his father he just stopped dead and slowly looked at the orderly.

"If you want to keep using that hand...don't touch me with it "he sighed giving his usual stotic voice and stare.

The orderly's backed off and he felt a little satisfaction in it. They'd been briefed on him. 5 cops hospitalized with various broken bones.

"Don't you talk like that boy or mark my words I'll take it out of your hide! "shouted his father.

He walked ahead of the orderly's and raised his hand over his shoulder and gave his father the middle finger one last time.

"See you soon "he sighed staring at his father for a few seconds.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Matt le Couteau    
Fags in back pocket, wallet and hole in bottom of shoe. Weed tucked into bottom of show with extra rollies. Plastic money in pocket of ugly fake prada shirt. Spare jeans, pens, eye liner and real British army jacket. Yes... Rain Devlin was prepared to face his doom. It wasn't as if he had a lot but there were those few necessities that he just had to have. He smiled wryly at the little pile, thinking back to the pitying look on the judge's face as he had been sentanced to a rehabilitation juvie. It was an entertaining thought. As if anyone woul ever get inside his head. As if he'd ever let someone control him.

Shouldering his packed duffel bag he couldn't help but laugh out loud at the situation. There wasn't a single place he couldn't escape and he'd be damned if this place was any different.

Second Chance He thought with a little smirk. Bollocks. He only caught their attention because he was younger. As soon as he was older no one would give a shit and he'd be free of the states hypocrisy.

*

Now sitting in his first aeroplane seat ever, he was curious. A tin tube with attached metal slabs was really going to fly him to the second stage of hell? Interesting? Nope. He didn't like it one bit and whilst a parole officer smirked at him as if knowing his discomfort he decided to look around. There were a couple other passengers but for whatever reason they weren't all grouped together. A couple girls, a guy who looked decidedly morose and a group of older looking people. He guessed by the grim looks on each of the younger generation's faces they were all going where ever he was.

"Hey!" he called to them, waving as he did so, "Second Chance anyone?" He wasn't one to pretend that he cared what they thought.

On of the girls nodded and looked him up and down, "Yeah."

That was all she managed to say before he felt hands on his shoulders pushig him down and forcing him to sit. He glowered at the officer before him and saw a nerveabove the man's eye twitch.

His face seemed familiar. He wasn't sure why.

*

The worst thing about reformation centres, he decided, was that it was boring. The walls were white, the sheets were white, the curtains were white chiffon. He seemed to stick out like a sore thumb in his black jeans and Alkaline Trio t-shirt that he couldn't remember buying... Even his bag had been removed and his belongings stowed in a plastic box.

They had confiscated two sets of his fags. The only ones surviving being hidden in a cavity in the bottom of one of his shoes. But they had taken the spare laces he'd brought. He didn't mind too much, hadnt bothered paying for them after all...

With a small growl, he opened up his storage box and threw everything up in the air. He would be driven mad unless he saw something other than white.

He supposed there was the other guy, the depressed looking fellow in the corner at the other end of the room who was now looking at him oddly, instead of the window.

The white framed window.

With an exasperated yell he began to rummage amongst his clothes. He need a pen. A. Big. Black. Pen. That was all he wanted.

That and Savage Garden to make this place have more personality.

"Pen!"

Voila!

Desperate moment over he glared at the wall. "Die evil whiteness!"

Woops. Vandal! This wall would be a masterpeice. He grinned at the other guy after he'd doodled a picture of him, "You don't mind do you?"

"Can I... have a go?" The boy had an expression on his face that Rain could certainly understand.

"Go for it mate." he grinned and chucked the pen in the other's direction, "I'm Rain, by the way."

The stranger looked at the pen in his hands in some sort of awe before looking back up at him. Rain was almost shocked by the intensity reflected there, "Angeless."

Without breaking eyecontact Rain grinned again, "Good to meet you, depsite circumstances."

A small smile flittered across Angeless's pale face, "Sure." And armed with pen they set about defacing their room before anyone found out.



Kat- filming     Miley let out a big sigh as she sat down in a cross legged position, on the floor, in the airplanes aisle.

"Escuse me." A big woman in a purple suite looked down at her,"I need to get to my seat. Also, if you don't mind me saying, you look mental sitting in the middle of an airplane like that."

Miley got up moving out of they way, "So, you look like a prune."

The woman muttered under her breath heading towards her seat. Miley not wanting to talk to anyone took her assigned seat. She listened to her Ipod for the rest of the trip

**********************


Miley walked into the room she was to be in.
the room was basicly all white exept for the cots wich had brown blankets.

She threw down her guitar on the cot that she self declared hers. Another girl was in the room she just kept messing around with fingernail clippers.

'The guy that said, " War was hell." must have never been to a reform school.' Miley though to her self as she sat down.

"Hey, where can I get a drink around here?" She asked the girl with the clippers.

After a few minutes of silence she finally pointed to the door, " There's a machine down the hall."

Jason Simmons    Shane looked up at the building they called Second Chance. He didn't want to be hear. All he had done was shoot a few raccoons. But they didn't care. He had a gun.

He saw a few girls walking toward the "school". He gave them his signature wink, and they all giggled. Apparently, bad boys were their forte. He might actually like it here. Might.

One of the girls, she had black hair with purple streaks, smiled at him. He smiled back. She was cuter than the others. He might have to get to know her better. Might.

Agent-409    “Benjamin Garner!” A large guard looking guy calls out into the waiting room. Ben perks up a little at the sound of his name. He looks over at the guy. “Your parents around kid?” Ben just shakes his head ‘no.’

“They already signed the papers and stuff.” He says, with a tough edge on his voice but it’s non-aggressive and he actually seems a little sad that they’ve already left him.

“Couldn’t wait to get rid of ya? You that bad?” The guy jokes as he comes over to Ben and puts his hand on the kid’s shoulder as he stands up.

“Maybe.” Ben says, not interested in the mind games this guy wants to play on him.

“Well, they’re ready for you and all the records went through so, you are officially admitted!” The guy says with fake enthusiasm, “Welcome to Second Chance.”

“You think I can get a call before I go in?” He asks. The guy looks at him. He almost says no but changes his mind.

“As long as it’s quick and it’s not to pull a fast one.” He says.

“It’ll be quick.” The boy answers back flatly.

He picks up the secretary’s phone through the small window to her desk and turns it around. He dials the numbers from memory. It rings three times before a girl picks up.

“Hello?” She answers.

“Hey Adie.” He says.

“Benjamin?” She asks, “Is that you? You sound different.”

“Just tired,” He says, “You told me to call you when I got here. So I’m here and about to go into the school or whatever this place is.”

“Did Mom and Dad drop you off?” She asks.

“Yeah, but they barely stuck around. They haven’t forgiven me yet.”

“Aw Ben, don’t say that,” she says, “They’re just being difficult. This is going to be good Benny, it’ll help things.”

“I’m not a little kid anymore Adie,” He says, “You know I hate it when you call me that.” He almost smiles a little and his sister laughs on the other end.

“Sorry Ben.” She says, “You know I love ya kid, just keep at it and we’ll get through this. Give me a call any time you need to talk okay?”

“Yeah.” He answers flatly again. They say their goodbyes and then hang up. She’s over half a country away, living out in Chicago. That’s where he was born and spent most of his childhood, but he hasn’t lived there for years. Even so, he’s still got the accent. His sister is twenty five now, her and Ben haven’t lived together since Ben was twelve. He had always been headed down somewhat of a bad track before then, but that was the year everything really started to go wrong.

“Alright, let’s go.” The guard says as he hands him his bag back from the security check. He ruffles through it, half his things are gone. The guard leads him into the school and shows him to a room. Cots, half of them empty.

He throws his stuff down on one on the edge of the cot line and turns to observe a scene on the far wall where two other boys are sitting doodling on the walls. “This is going to be one hell of a time.” He mumbles to himself as he lies back on his cot and pulls his bandana over his eyes.

Glam-BACK    Evangline was exhausted. She'd spent half the night awake trying to decide if she was going to like it here. Usually it didn't bother her when she moved to new places, but somehow this was different.

She didn't talk to anyone, but managed to figure out her three roomates names; Miley, Andrea, and Lavinia.

The 'school' as they called it wasn't much like a normal school. You had your normal classes for 3 hours and then you went to these 'social' classes where you were supposed to talk about your 'feelings'.

'Pssh' She thought to herself, 'that's right up my alley.'

Evangaline was not one to socialze. In fact she hated to talk to other people, let alone about her 'feelings'. That counsler or whatever they were, really needed to get a life, what with the "Be positive, and open up"

All Evanglaine cared about was getting out of here. The sooner she could leave this place the happier she'd be.

Well, at least tomorrow was the weekends. There wasn't any school on weekends, maybe she'd get to go explore or something.

GoldenHopeisWorkinHard!    Lavinia hadn't spoken to any of the girls yet. She had noticed the way they spent their leisure time, she wondered at the way they walked, the way they had perma-sneers on their faces. Most of the time she leafed through her books and looked past the nurse that was trying to get her to open up. The old, frumpy woman was sitting on her bed, her face was pushed close to Lavinia's and the other girls were lying on their surrounding beds, bored and pretending not to listen.

"Lavinia, do you have any nicknames, anything personal that would help us know about your past life?" the nurse asked.

Lavinia stared blankly into the eyes of the fat nurse. "When my brother was angry at me, he called me bitch." The nurse didn't seem taken aback. Lavinia continued. "So I guess you could say either that or whore are my pet names."

The nurse got off the bed. "She won't cooperate," the nurse said to a passing orderly who made their beds every morning. Lavinia looked over the orderly. It was a young girl, a thin, slight girl with dark hair pulled back and bangs covering her chocolate eyes. Lavinia had heard the orderly called Alma.

"I can't help it you know," Lavinia said softly to Alma, as Alma came over to take an empty water bottle from the floor by her bed.

Alma didn't answer.

Lavinia chewed a strand of her hair and kept talking. "Know a way to the boys dorm, Alma? I could use more talkative company..."

"You can't try and sneak out, we'll all get in trouble," a new voice chimed in. Both Lavinia and Alma turned their heads towards the sound.

Lavinia saw it was the girl named Evagaline.

Lavinia put her feet on the floor and stood up. "So what?" Lavnia sneered. "Aren't we in the worst trouble already? Besides, maybe they have some cigarettes I can bum."

Alma shook her head at the girls and Evaganline said, "Won't she snitch?"

Lavinia looked at Alma, who still hadn't spoken. "This old girl?" Lavinia smiled. "She's on our side." Alma walked out of the room, but Lavinia detected a small side-smile.

AngelinTwilight    Angeless was sat cross legged drawing away on his head board having atleast personalised half the wall around the window.

"You smoke? "asked Angeless pulling out a un opened pack of cigs?

Rain laughed.

"How the heck did you get those in? "asked rain acepting one?

Angeless smirked and put one in his mouth.

"Advantage for having a history of violence. People don't want to search you to closly. Plus I threatend to break the Orderly's hand if he came near me "chuckled Angeless.

Angeless took off his long sleeved jumper and threw it into the corner.

"Nice tats "commented Rain noticing them through the thin white shirt.

"Hurt like a bitch too...not as much as slitting my wrists. But it was worth it "he sighed as he stubbed out the remains of the ciggarete into his wrist.

Rain looked at him and saw that the only trace of pain was the slight twitch of his fingers.

"What you wanna try? "asked Angeless holding out his wrist?

Angeless laughed.

"Gotta love not giving a shit "smirked Angeless wipping the ash from his arm.

Matt le Couteau    

Was that all there was to it? The trick to not knowing pain was... to not 'give a shit'. Maybe it was... Maybe that well remembered lesson, from his nights on the street, of 'pain is a figment of the imagination', was the truth after all. Or maybe this guy, Angeless, just didn't mind the pain... Maybe he liked it. Rain itched his leg slightly, recalling the pain he had felt when, as a ten year old urchin he had been trapped, beaten and burnt by a gang of older kids who wanted his money. The scars had faded but he still remembered it.

"Yeah, heh, I guess you gotta admire the people who just dont fucking care, right?"

They both laughed slightly. But Rain knew he didn't mean it whereas his artistic companion did. He was grateful to him, of course, for giving him a smoke, stopped him from having to start his own smuggled pack, so that was a plus but... Something about him was disturbing. Maybe the same went for all of them?

That same disturbing element made him like him in a way really... made him seem human unlike some of the people he had known in his time. Yeah, he could easily find himself accepting Angeless, atleast excepting him enough to leech a few more tokes off him.

It was then that the door was flung open by one of the staff and another boy entered. He was looking at his feet, shuffling them in a way that told both of the other inmates how uncertain he was about what was happening to him. But it wasn't that which really grabbed their attention.

"WHAT IS THAT!?" The member of staff was bellowing at them.

Rain smirked. He still had a drag or two left... But hell he would waste it. He beared his wrist and brought the end to his wrist. Stubbing it out with a grimance and a smile and he saw a flicker of surprise in Angeless' eyes. The anger he was prepared for. The man's fury sure enough but the way he shoved the new boy into the room and slammed the door, was not. No more exclamations, no more action just a glare and an exit.

What was wrong with this place?

They had graffitti'd the wall. They were smoking. They were physically harming themselves. Wasn't that what this place was so adamently against? Wasn't that why they were here? If rules were so easily broken... hell he'd have the time of his life!

Jason Simmons    Shane had made his way up to the dorm rooms in order to see his two roommates. According to his paper, he would be rooming with Angeless Grim and Rain Devlin. He had made sure to check out their files. Sure enough, he wasn't the only one with problems here. But that's what this school was. And he could ask for no less.

Shane knocked on the door, and was answered with a double "What?" He walked in, and saw two guys sitting on the floor, on with a burnt mark on his wrist, the other putting out another cigarette on his own wrist. They looked up and nodded a greeting.

"You must be Shane," one said, Shane guessed to be Angeless. He held out a cigarette. "You wanna try?"

"No thanks, I like my wrists," Shane respoonded. Angeless and Rain laughed, amused.

"You're good, we might actually get along," Angeless responded. Yeah, Shane thought, Might.

Agent-409    Ben opened up the door to a dorm room and was met with the faces of three other boys.

"How many of us do they think they can fit in one of these bloody rooms?" One of the kids asked.

"At least one more." Ben answered the guy. "I'm Ben."

"Rain." The kid said back, "This is Angeless and... Shane." He said. Ben nodded.

"Hope you guys don't mind if I just kind of drop my stuff and head out. I think I'm going to go wander around." Ben said, catching the hint that the other boys didnt really want him around.

"Just don't get in too my trouble little Ben," Rain laughed, "they might throw you into juvie." Angless joined Rain's laughter and Shane probably cracked a smile. Ben just shook his head, threw his stuff on one of the upper bunks and then ducked back out.

He bumped into a girl just as he was shutting his door.

"Hey." She said, "Watch it."

"Sorry." Ben said.

"Yeah..." She said back, not really seeming like she wanted to pick a fight. Ben looked at her, she was shorter than he was by a few solid inches and small framed, with long dark hair.

"Ben." He said, sticking out his hand. She took it.

"Lavinia." She answered. He almost laughed and said something negative about her name, but instead he decided to just keep quiet, though a small smile graced his face. "Got anything to smoke?" She asked.

"Hold on." He went back into the room for a minute. "Hey, can I get a couple of those?" He asked Angeless.

"What'll you give me for 'em?" He asked, and the other boys laughed. Ben was already not really liking this room situation.

"Just give them to him." Shane said. "Here." He said, taking two from Angeless' pack and handing them over to Ben. "Don't burn 'em all in one place." And then Ben left the room.

"Here." Ben said, giving the two cigarettes to Lavinia, "Take both." He pulled out a lighter from his pocket, flicked it open and held the flame so the girl could light up.

"You don't smoke?" She asked him.

"I gave it up," he said, "but I still carry around the lighter 'cuz I like the fire and it helps me make friends." He smiled, and she laughed a little.

"What do you say we go see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into?" She asked him.

Ben thought about it for a second, but then he figured 'what is there to lose?'

"Yeah." He agreed, "Let's go."

Glam-BACK    Evangaline was already bored. Nothing interesting had happened. One of her roommates had left, and the other two seemed just as bored as she was.

It was already 2:30pm, and their Saturday was half over. "What to do?" Evangaline thought to herself.

Sighing, she stood up, and made her way to the door. Evangaline thought about asking the girls to join her, but she was in an unsocial mood so she thought better of it.

Closing the door behind she started aimlessly wandering the halls. A few times she was questioned by nurses or orderlys's but she didn't respond.

Entering deep into thought once more, she didn't even realize that she had bumped into someone.

"Hey watch-" She started but then realizing it was a fellow 'inmate' she stopped.

He was tall, and had brown eyes that matched his spiky hair.

Eyes were one of the first things Evangaline noticed about people, she thought that you could tell a lot about the person by just looking at them.

They held each other's gaze for a moment, not speaking, and then Evangaline looked away and continued walking.

GoldenHopeisWorkinHard!    "So, what, you kill somebody?" Lavinia asked the boy as she took a drag of her cigarette. They were stalking along a deserted corridor, heading towards the head nurses office. Lavinia had decided that she wanted to look around her office to see if she could find anything interesting....or anything to help her escape.

The boy, Ben, looked startled at her question. He was fingering his lighter. "Nah, nothing like that." He looked at her suddenly, a nervous gleam in his eyes. "Why, did you?"

Lavinia looked at him and smiled bitterly. "Oh no," she said.

Ben seemed to relax.

Lavinia took another drag and said, looking straight ahead. "I failed."

Ben tensed up again. They continued walking in silence.

When they reached the head nurse's office door, the light through the windows was fading; the sun was going down. Lavinia leaned up against the door.

"She's probably not in there," she said, reaching for the doorknob. She had thrown the cigarette down on the tiled floor. It smoked up from beneath her, smoldering in the clay.

Ben grabbed her arm before she turned the knob.
"What if she is in there?" he asked, as she glared at him. "How do we know?"

Lavinia shook him off her and grimaced. "For real?" she asked. When she saw he wasn't kidding, she raised her hand and rapped it against the door. "Then we just knock," she said. When no one answerd she gave Ben an are-you-satisfied look.

Instead of being perterbed, he laughed. Lavinia didn't know why. She didn't get this kid.

Instead of waiting around, she grabbed the knob and turned it. The door swung open.

Inside was a large desk covered in stacks of papers and broken ball-point pens. There was a small television in one corner, sitting on what looked like a nightstand. It was obvious that the head nurse just watched television all day instead of doing her duties.

"Lazy as hell," Lavinia muttered.
"Tell me about it," Ben answered.

"I wonder if she's confiscated guns or something," Lavinia said out loud. "I mean, someone's got to have snuck into this place with a weapon."

Ben looked uncomfortable. Lavinia glanced back at him. "Oh don't worry, I didn't shoot anybody," she said, smiling a bit. "I just tried burning them to a crisp." She laughed maliciously and walked deeper into the room.

"My boyfriend's the one who got me trapped in this place," she said. "Maybe if he comes to bust me out one day, you can pay him some money, and he'll get you out too."

Ben looked at Lavinia questioningly. "Nah, I'm good," he said. He was doubtful.

Lavinia shrugged her shoulders. "Just tryin to help," she said.

AngelinTwilight    Angeless was laying down on his bed ignoring the orderly that had come in to futher investigate their alleged smoking.

"Put that out imeadiatly "ordered the Orderly.

"No... "sighed Angeless Bluntly as he carried on smoking.

"Are you deaf I just told you to Put that out "Half shouting the orderly put his hand on Angeless's wrist dragging him off the bed.

Angeless Lashed out at the Orderly with a punch to the gut and a knee to the groin.

"DON'T EVER TOUCH ME "Shouted Angeless throwing the Orderly out of the still open door.

His breathing was ragged and he was shaking even as he sat down on the edge of his bed. He just sat there kind of zoning out.

"What the hell happened to you "asked Rain who was looking from the Orderly spawled on the floor in the corridor back to Angeless.

"I don't like being touched like that...bad things happen when I'm touched like that "answered Angeless stoticly.

Matt le Couteau    
"Fair enough." Rain murmured as Angeless' face closed up, "Me neither."

Angeless looked at him. The emotion in his eyes unreadable. Was this something they had in common? It was possible but Rain didn't want to go into it. Not now. Not ever. Not with anyone. Certainly not with a stranger. He looked up at the walls that they had decorated.

"Think they'll take away the pens?" He asked after a moment's pause. Seperating from his pens was something he couldn't bare the thought of... If they did he'd bite his finger and draw with that. He had to have his drawing... He wouldn't cope otherwise.

"Dunno. Maybe. Probably."

"I don't think I could deal with that."

"Why?"

Rain chose to ignore the question that came from Shane. For a moment he'd even forgotten that the other boy was there. He quite liked that particular character in the corner above his bed... The long hair and the outcry that had fallen against the shaded lips... That was the only character that had no name. It was just a face. But he liked it.

The orderly had staggered to his feet and started to hobble away. Probably to find someone to help him with the troublesome trio. Well... Duo. Shane had had nothing to do with the graffitti or the smoking. He'd make sure that the more sensible seeming one didn't take any stick. It wouldn't be fair to him.

Jason Simmons    Shane's gaze followed the girl as she left. The momentary look they shared told a lot. He shook his head clear after she had walked around the corner. What was her name again? Evangeline. He pushed that from his mind for the moment. Another problem for another day.

He strode back towards the registration desk, where he had been told earlier to fill out like 1000 pieces of "necessary paperwork" before he could continue on into the building. He felt kinda hungry and was going to ask where the cafeteria was, if they even had one.

Or maybe this place was like a prison. They sent you the food when they wanted you to have it. It wouldn't surprise Shane in the least. In fact, it would surprise him more if they actually had a cafeteria.

The registrar at the desk, a cute 20-something year-old girl, looked up at him as he approached. She gave him a welcoming, if somewhat fake, smile.

"May I help you?" she asked, not letting down her "happy" barrier.

"Do you have a cafeteria here?" His question was plain and to the point. To his surprise, they did indeed have one, and she gave him directions. He nodded his thanks and headed on his way.

They might actually have good food. Might.

Glam-BACK    Evangaline was still exploring when she stumbled upon a large room. She opened the door and stepped inside, it looked something like a cafeteria.

'In fact' Evangaline was thinking, 'I'm actually pretty hungary.'

Grabbing a tray from a near by table she made her way to the serve your self walk through.

Taking a sandwhich and a juice she went and sat at a nearby table.

'Things are so boring here...' Evangaline thought as she took a bite of her tuna sandwhich. 'We were supposed to come here to reavaluate our lives, and whatever other crap the brochure had said. So far all there was to do was... well nothing. Maybe, just maybe' Evangaline thought, 'things will get better.'

AngelinTwilight    "Last time sombody touched me like that...I put 5 cops in hospital.....almost killed one of them "he sighed flexing his hands slightly.

He sat crouched on the end of his bed looking slightly like he was a monkey. picking up his dropped cig he took a drag on it.

"I'm getting a munch attack...anybody else up for a mission to find some food in this place "sighed Angeless hopping down and walkingtowards the door.

Rain got up casualy.

"You know we could be the Kings of Second chance. First day and I've already given them alot of paperwork. "smirked Angeless to Rain.

Matt le Couteau    
Rain would consider himself a punk. People wanted him to tell them who he was, why he was the way he was... And he was forced to tell them it was attitude, freedom, rebellion, originality, state of mind. He lived to undrmine the pompous authroity of others, reject their moral standards, make anarchy and disorder his trademarks and cause as much chaos and disruption as possible. He had promised they would never take him alive. And though they had now put him in a cage, he was pleased that really, he wasn't all that trapped.

"You know this is like what Malcom McLaren had." He spoke absentmindedly, more to himself than to his room mates, "Two walls and a door. The bridge between art and the real world."

It was odd. He liked the one Angeless had done of the girl with flushed cheeks all tied up in ribbons, "I wat to explore." He was easily bored and he didn't have music here to listen to... He stood up and stretched, cracking his groaning bones and feeling the taught skin of the burn on his palm as he twisted his hands.

"We'll get in more shit." Angeless was standing too. Not really looking like he gave a whole lot of care to that fact.

"When I'm hungry, I eat. When I'm thirsty, I drink. When I want to say something, I say it," Rain knew this was his last chance. He shouldn't be fucking up this but... "So if I want to explore. I'll explore. Screw the lot of them." He just couldn't bring himself to care.

"Maybe there'll be some kind of notice telling us what's going on here anyway. It'll be a quest!" Suddenly he felt excitement bubbling up in his veins like hot, liquid fire, making him want to run and discover the next new world.

A rueful smile glinted over Angeless' stoic expression as they moved into the corridor. Sometimes Rain wondered if he scared people, he knew he had mood swings and couldn't really relax all that well but... He shrugged not that it matter very much to him anyway. He didn't really care. There was a sign on the wall at the end of the hallway. he could hear voices distantly and grinned. This was an adventure. He wondered what the sign meant. Dimly, he recognised the voice that reminded him how much he wished he could read. it was a futile thought. No one had enough patience with him.

"You don't want to go down there! It says sick-bay," Angeless looked amused as he called him away from the sign posted passage.

"Oh." Feeling slightly stupid and sheepish all of a sudden he grinned a little more.

"You didn't see the sign?" His companion seemed curious.

"Nope!" And he bounded off in the other direction. Turning around the corner just in time to run into a girl and land had on his butt in front of two more strangers... He grinned up at them and winked, "Hellora."

Kat- filming     Miley took a sip of her newly bought drink and walked downa few halls and down a staircase leading to a door. The door had a neon sign above it that read 'EXIT'.

She opened the door and walked into an enclosed garden. She looked around and saw many fruits and vegetables that didn't look like you'd find them in your average vegetable garden.

She walked around until she found a bunch of leaves that were obviously put down by a pearson and not naturally fallen.

Miley's curiosity took over. She brushed the leaves from the spot and found a bunch of bottles of med's and some meth and a key. Miley smirked at the pile of hidden items. Whoever had snuck this in wanted someone to find it.Why? Miley didn't know. She didn't care. This stuff is probley gold here. She could sell it. It was perfect.

Miley dug a whole and buried the 'goods' in it. She also covered it in leaves so it looked less obvious. Miley smmirked inordly to herself and headed to where the 'regular' gardens were and sat down and finished her soda. Wondering what the key unlocked.



Jason Simmons    Shane made his way to the cafeteria, weaving in and out of the people who obviously had problems. But he managed to reach the cafeteria unscathed, especially considering most of the guys, and some of the girls, wanted to pick a fight. He just gave them a stare of death, and they backed down.

He found the cafeteria to actually be pretty nice inside. But what was the food like? Shane would find out soon enough. He got a plate of food and looked for a seat. Should he try to find someone to talk to, or just lone it. He considered the latter, until he saw that Evangeline girl.

He decided to sit at the table with her. Or, at least, ask to sit with her. He just needed conversation while he ate. Eating in silence was not his forte. She gave him a faint smile as he approached.

"Mind if I sit here?" he asked. She nodded and gestured to the seat. He sat down. He might have found a friend here. Might.

Agent-409    Ben and Lavinia were still rummaging around in the nurses office but Ben had gotten tired of it and decided to sit down on the exam table while he waited for Lavinia to finish whatever it was she thought she was doing.

“So what, you don’t even want to get out of here?” Lavinia was asking him as she opened up a cabinet across the room.

“It’s not like we’re prisoners here.” Ben said, “Plus I have no where to go anyways even if I did get out.”

“You an orphan?” She asked him, “Is that why you’re here?” Ben didn’t meet her gaze and didn’t speak for a minute.

“Well I might as well be. I haven’t lived with my parents since I was thirteen.”

“Runaway.” She said. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement, like she had him all figured out.

“No.” Ben said, trying not to get annoyed with her prodding into his personal life. “I lived with my aunt and uncle…” He let his voice trail off, not wanting to let her know too much about himself.

“Fine.” She said. She closed the cabinet and walked over to where Ben was sitting on the exam table. “You want a physical or something?” She asked him with a smirk, putting her hands on his knees. Ben half smiled back at her.

“Depends, you want to give me one?” He asked her. It was mostly a joke; he wasn’t actually planning on letting anything happen.

“In your dreams… I’m taken, remember?”

Ben shrugged, and pushed her away as he got down off the exam table.

“I’m hungry.” He said, exiting the room. “Food?”


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