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Post by caine on Aug 23, 2011 22:17:28 GMT -5
. DO OR DIE, YOU'LL NEVER MAKE ME
BECAUSE THE WORLD WILL NEVER TAKE MY HEART
THOUGH YOU'LL TRY, YOU'LL NEVER BREAK ME . . . Really the police escort wasn’t necessary. Neither were the handcuffs as a matter of fact. Really the Maple’s could have just dropped him off if the court didn’t think that Caine was suddenly going to start beating Arnold to a pulp again. Okay so maybe since he had nobody else to take him besides the Maple’s maybe they could have at least done without the handcuffs, just because when the grabbed him by the arm he swatted it away and they pinned him to the ground did not mean they had to put handcuffs on him. It wasn’t like he was going to jail, he was going to some stupid school where they were going to try and fix him. What needed fixing was the foster care system, not Caine.
The police drove him to the airport where they at least took the cuffs off while he was at the airport. Now he was eighteen so he was perfectly capable of going on a plane by himself, but apparently he was some kind of threat to the public because the cops road with him on the plane all the way to freaking Maine. Seriously why would two grown men want to sit on a plane to escort a teenage boy to some kind of school for crazy kids was beyond Caine’s understanding. Hours later when the plane landed Caine was stiff and irritable, the cops drove him a bit farther until Caine saw where he’d be staying for god knows how long.
One cop grabbed Caine’s shoulder and started to direct him inside, which caused him to jerk away and snarl I can fucking walk on my own. Caine didn’t like these cops, not one bit. Hell they didn’t even take the cuffs off until he walked into the building and walked up to the front desk. Finally they seemed to think they would have enough back up or something in case he went on a rage. He leaned impatiently against the desk as the cops talked to the person up front. When everything was settled the cops were told they could leave and Caine was told to sit down and wait for someone to show him to his room and they would get everything settled in the morning.
Oh yeah, Caine realized it was late. He had left at noon in California, which meant that it was about nine or ten at night. Well shit he was probably going to be locked up in a room, not being able to sleep with nothing to do until the morning when he’ll probably be taken on some sort of shitty tour, told the rules, and then introduced to some kind of therapist. Yeah this place really was going to be some kind of hellhole. Just thinking about being stuck in Hawthorne irritated Caine.
Feeling antsy from sitting so long on the plane and irritated about being here he stood up and started pacing, which got him a wary look from the lady at the front desk. What the fuck are you looking at?! Caine snarled at her before resuming pacing. Maybe he could break out of this place, there couldn’t be that much security right? Maybe if he just walked out the door now there wouldn’t be anybody to stop him from just leaving. He started to inch toward the door with his single duffle bag in his hand, but the lady behind the counter coughed so when he turned around to glare at her she gave him a stern look and motioned to the chairs. Practically growling Caine sulked back over to the chairs and waited for the damn person to arrive to bring him to his room. This place really was going to suck.
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Post by alliya lynn andrews on Aug 29, 2011 17:51:52 GMT -5
  I'M THE NEW CANCER[/B][/size][/font][/size] •• N E V E R • L O O K E D • B E T T E R ••[/i] A N D Y O U C A N ' T S T A N D I T- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Alliya sighed as she was told that she was to show a new student around. They thought that it would help her getting use to people again. She refused to go around anyone that she didn't have to, and that included the other students. She stayed to keeping with just Ian, Blake, and possibly Chase. Others she was still weary around, but otherwise she was fine.
She loved just walking around and thinking about things, since she could never really fall asleep anymore since nightmares ruined everything. She had been staying in Ian and Blake's room, curled up into Blake's side sometimes waking up to nightmares, crying. She hated thinking about what had happened because it ruined everything. She walked towards the office and looked into the window seeing a boy waiting with a bag.
She bit her lip before walking in. "Hello" she said to the lady at the desk smiling before looking at the boy. She bit her lip before nodding towards him. "Lets go. Do you just want a tour or to go to your room?" she asked before making her way to the door and opening it. She walked out and waited on her response before making her way in that direction.
She wrapped her arm aound her waist and waited for the boy to catch up. Weary of him because of past actions taken by a few students. They attacked the students, leaving some dead, and many hospitalized. After they did some tests, she was released with stitches. She had a few in her arm, but they were mostly on her body. She hated knowing that people knew that she was involved, but having a new student meant that he knew nothing.
"What's your name?" she asked quietly.
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Post by caine on Aug 30, 2011 11:00:07 GMT -5
. DO OR DIE, YOU'LL NEVER MAKE ME
BECAUSE THE WORLD WILL NEVER TAKE MY HEART
THOUGH YOU'LL TRY, YOU'LL NEVER BREAK ME . . . When Caine first found out he was going to some kind of rehabilitation school or some shit he was not all that willing to go. Institutions weren’t really Caine’s ideal choice, however it was either jail for assault or the school to control his anger and violence. Having already been in Juvy Cain really didn’t want to go back to that or risk them trying him as an adult because of his previous record and history in the foster system. Juvy was just like a big foster home, Caine could navigate that because they were other children, but if he got sent to jail, like real jail, it would be a whole different story. There would have been guys in there that were on a whole other level than Caine was; and he didn’t want to risk going there, he wasn’t a complete moron.
Being in a school filled with kids with as many issues as Caine had couldn’t be all that bad… right? The only real downside Caine could see was that he wasn’t sure how things worked around the academy. Who was the person everyone was afraid of? Who was the one that did the crazy shit? In a foster home Caine could sort out who to mess with and who not to just by looking at them, but this was an entire school, which meant he probably wouldn’t see every kid there. There was also the little problem that Caine’s people skills were atrocious, which will soon be learned by the girl that just walked into the room.
The girl asked him if he wanted to just go to his room or go on a tour. Definitely just go to his room. He didn’t like it when people went around helping him like they were doing him some kind of favor. Caine didn’t trust the girl, he didn’t know the girl, and in Caine’s experience even girls smaller than he could do so much damage. Not that Caine found enjoyment in hitting a girl and he rarely did it, but sometimes shit got crazy and things happened. Before he could even answer she turned around and walked to the door.
Well that was inconsiderate Caine thought feeling irritated, well more irritated than usual. He snatched his bag up and followed the girl to the doorway. Just take me to my room Caine said, his deep voice taking on the usual irritated tone. For Caine to actually not talk like he was pissed off would require a bit of effort and probably documentation because it doesn’t happen often.
Caine he growled, really he probably didn’t realize how menacing he sounded. Who are you? he demanded, not asked. It was better to demand in Caine’s world, it left no question in the fact that he wasn’t the kind of person to pull stupid shit with.
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Post by alliya lynn andrews on Sept 8, 2011 9:19:33 GMT -5
I'M THE NEW CANCER [/B][/size][/font][/size] •• N E V E R • L O O K E D • B E T T E R ••[/i] A N D Y O U C A N ' T S T A N D I T- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Alli sighed. She didn't know why the school asked her to show around a new kid when they knew what happened to her and that she is weary of people now. When she heard him talk she had good reason to. He seemed rude. He wasn't being nice when she was the one being forced to show her around. Sure no one liked being here, they were all forced to be here one way or another. She was here because her parents found her shooting up in Blake's house. She was trying to get away from them fighting about Ian being gay. There wasn't anything they could do about it and they should just had let him be him.
Alli nodded and began making her way towards the guys dorms. They were on the otherside of the building in comparison to the girls. She flinched when he said his name. He was definitely mean and she knew not to go near him when she didn't have which hopefully wouldn't be often at all. When he demanded to know her name, not even ask, she took a deep breath. "Alliya" she said quietly.
When they entered into the boys hallway and sighed again. "Odd numbered dorms are on the left, even numbered on the right." she said softly before turning to him. "Which dorm are you in? I might know if you have a roommate and who is it" she said quietly making her way slowly down the hall waiting for an answer. Since she had to show him around she could easily go see her brother and Blake after since their room was right down the hall.
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Post by caine on Sept 11, 2011 10:42:55 GMT -5
. DO OR DIE, YOU'LL NEVER MAKE ME
BECAUSE THE WORLD WILL NEVER TAKE MY HEART
THOUGH YOU'LL TRY, YOU'LL NEVER BREAK ME . . . Caine didn’t want to go to Hawthorne, grant it most kids there didn’t want to be there, but he really didn’t want to be there. There wasn’t anything wrong with him. Some would argue that if there was nothing wrong with him then why did he almost beat his foster dad to death for grabbing his shoulder. It was ridiculous to him; in the world that he grew up in these were normal reactions to survive. If he didn’t swing when someone grabbed him from behind he probably would’ve had a knife in the back a few times, literally. However Caine thought that this would be better than jail, well he hoped it would be.
Following the girl Caine was getting a bit agitated just thinking about being stuck in this place. When she introduced herself Caine didn’t even say a word of acknowledgement that he had in fact heard her name. She didn’t appear to be a threat to Caine, but there were always those kids that look innocent and then they’re the first ones to steal your food you lock you in a closet. The head doctor that evaluated him before coming to Hawthorne said he was paranoid, but Caine knew better. What did the stupid head doctor know? He probably grew up in a nice neighborhood, his parents paid for everything, and he’s probably now sitting in a nice cushy house with too much stuff for his own good.
It was his old street instinct kicking in when he immediately went on guard where she asked which one was his dorm. He didn’t like the idea of someone being able to know where he slept or tried to sleep because while asleep that was when people were most vulnerable. On the street Caine frequently changed where he slept so people wouldn’t attack him or try and steal the little possessions he had. Even though Alliya didn’t look like much of a threat she could be working for someone who did, that’s what Caine did when he was younger and wasn’t quite able to defend himself.
Why the hell do you need to know where my room is? Caine glared at her, that’s when he noticed stitches on her arm… that was interesting. Anyway that observation aside he was now looking down at the girl with a very irritated expression. Where my room is is my fucking business, don’t pry into my god damn business He snarled at her with his fists clenched.
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