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Thread: Help for the Dammed

Jake looked down at his cuffed wrists as the cop car pulled up in front of the group home. He looked up as one of the cops opened the door and pulled him out. As he looked past the officer he saw the door of the group home open and one social worker that looked after the kids. She spoke to the officer as Jake walked up with the other one. As he got to the door he heard the officer telling her that they had caught him in an abandoned lot with a knife to his wrist. Social worker sighed. Thank you. I will take it from here. Do you have the knife? The officer handed her a switch blade as hand cuffs were unlocked and Jake tried to walk past her into the house. Not, so face Jake. She grabbed his arm as she closed the door. Jake sighed and turned to face her. I am tired and just want to go to sleep. He glared at her but he seemed to be to tired to really put much effort into the glare. Where did you get the knife? He sighed and shrugged. A pawn shop just like all the other ones. Sighing she moved her hand to his shoulder. You have to stop this, one day your going to hurt yourself or someone else. Now go get some sleep and we will talk later. Jake shrugged off her hand and headed for the stairs. He had been gone for almost three days and had slept for about six hours in that time, which left him more bitter than usual so most of the other occupants moved out of his way as he walked through the house.
Thread: Help for the Dammed

Natalie looked up at her P.O. pleadingly. Please don't do this. I told you I didn't go against the rules this time. She said softly, her lower lip forming a perfect pout. The black haired, heavy set woman looked down at her alittle. Natalie this was you're last shot. You knew that. I don't have a choice you're going to Peace River Mental Hospital. You leave in the morning. Natalie walked up stairs ignoring her mom. She knew that even going into P.R. she'd still be able to get out with extra good behavior. She knew better than most that with enough patience she could get with anyone that she wanted. And with that she could do anyrhing she wanted.
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Jake lay in bed as he tried to ignore the knocking at his door but he slowly stood up and walked over to the door and opened it. What? The social worker just stared at him and waited until he opened his door and let her in. Jake this is hard for me to say but it has been decided that you need more help than we can give you so you are being sent to Peace River Mental Hospital so they can help you. Jake glared at her for a minute as he took in what she said. Just give me my knifes and let me finish this! Then you won't have to put up with me. He recoiled as she tried to pull him close. He moved out of her reach and sat back on the bed. There will be a car here at 9. So make sure your packed by the time it gets here. He just lay back down and tried to go back to sleep. He was determined to call her bluff but as he lay there awake hour after hour he gave in. He stood up and started packing his clothes. By the time the car arrive a few hours later he sat on his bed with his head phones in trying to forget about everything that had happened. The last place he wanted to go was Peace River but when his door was opened he gabbed the large duffel bag that he had been able to pack his things in. He walked out of the house and into the car, once in the car someone slipped in beside him while the driver walked around the car. After glancing over at the man that sat beside him he pulled up his hood and leaned his head against the window as the car pulled away. He woke with a start when the car stopped and someone shook his shoulder. After blinking a few times and remembering what was happening he grabbed his bag and got out of the car. He was led inside with the driver on one side and the man who had sat beside him on the other. He tried to hold onto his bag but they pried his fingers off of it and searched it for any knifes then took all the pull strings form his hoodies and his belts out before handing it back to him. We just need your shoe laces and belt then you will be shown to your room. Jake just stood silently as he glanced aruond but soon shook his head and dropped his bag before he knelt down and took off his shoelaces then his belt before pushing them into the waiting hands hand being led to his room. After he was settled some one came and started to give him a tour. He chewed on his cheek as he held himself back from telling the man to screw off and take his way to happy attitude with him.
Thread: Help for the Dammed

Nat looked up at the ceiling. She hadn't gotten a lot of sleep, only about six hours. She headed to the bathroom and took a quick shower and then got dressed in some sneakers, a skirt that came up to her mid-thigh and a white button down shirt. After that she started to pack. She didn't have as much time as she thought that she would. After a half hour of her packing she had to leave the car had shown up to get her. In a sense she felt like she was going to prison but on the other end that meant she had plenty of sexy adults to play with. Upon getting there they took her bag and asked if they had anything on her while they searched her. I've got plenty on me. Just depends on what your looking for...Sir. She said haughtily, adding the last word only when he made eye contact. Apparently he'd seen another like her but the younger guy to his right hadn't.
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Jake left the TV room and was wondering around trying to figure out how to get out or what to do with himself when he glanced back down the hallway that they had lead him through to get in. He stopped and watched the girl that they were getting searched. Having nothing better to do he sat down in a chair with his legs under him. His fingers traced over his wrists and up his forearm. Even through the thin long sleeve shirt he could feel the scars on his arm. The ones that were long healed and those that were fresh. As he saw the younger mans reaction he was smiled inside even though his face never changed outside.
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Natalie grinned alittle more as she noticed the dark haired guy appear down the way and sit down. She gave a sexy smirk and waved at him as they got done searching her. The more experienced of the two guards led her to her new room and gave her the overview of what was expected. After he left Natalie took the time to unpack.
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Jake's eyes widened a bit as he saw her smile at him. He glanced around to make sure she was looking at him before he gave her a weak smile back. His hands stopped moving as they brought the girl through the doors and down the hallway. He watched them as they led her away then after a minute he walked after them. He was not sure why but he brushed it off as just wanting to do something interesting and she seemed to be it at the moment. He stopped at her room and listened to the the orderly explaining this to her. When the men left he walked up and knocked on the door. Looks like I was not the only one to be searched. Glad to see I am not the only dangerous one here. There was only the smallest hint of a smile on his face as he spoke.
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She snickered as she put her extra bras in the drawer. And I was hoping I was special. She said coyly and extended a hand walking over to him in her short skirt. I'm Natalie. She said with a smile. Her redish blond hair falling over her shoulders slightly. So what are you in here for? She asked.
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A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he heard her. Nice name. I am Jake. He took her hand and shook it causing his sleeve to ride showing the end of two thin scars. Ya, well everyone likes to be special, to bad it doesn't always work out that way. He let go of her hand and pulled down his sleeve again. Me? Nothing much, people just gave up so they sent me here. He didn't want to tell her why he was there. It was not that he was ashamed of why they had sent him there but he just didn't want to talk about it. Why are you here? You seem normal enough. He couldn't help but notice how short her skirt was as she moved.
Thread: Help for the Dammed

She raised a brow as she saw his sleeve come up but didn't see anything before he pulled it down. She let go of his hand and continued to unpack. Ha! Well according to the therapist that I was told to see they say I have Histrionic Personality Disorder. She said with a shrug. Personally I think that they are all nuts.
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He thought about what she said then shook his head. Hell the therapist is probably the one who should be in here not us. He wondered if he could find out what Histrionic personality disorder was. He would have to wait until he saw the therapist before he could ask. I have feeling this place is going to drive me nuts before I get out. I mean I got a tour and it doesn't look like there is much in here.
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What's in here anyway? She asked as she finished packing. Oh and I think I missed the rules about girls and guys interacting. She said as she walked out of her room looking him over.
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Jake shrugged then as a better thought came to him. He spoke up as he followed her out of the room. Oh well not much? There's a pool on the roof, the TV room has theater seats. The sarcasm in his voice was almost dripping off his words. But he stopped and looked at her when she asked about the rules. As far as I can tell nothing stops people from interacting as long as you don't do something stupid. He glanced around as they neared the TV room. I don't think we would interact with anyone of the opposite sex here. He pointed out a few of the other patients who looked like you could fire a gun off beside them and they would not flinch because of all the drugs in their system.
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She giggled some to herself at his lame joke. Well damn. She said straightening up. I guess that this means I'll have to lean more to girls then huh? She said with a wink. Want to show me around? She asked.
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He smiled and glanced over at her just in time to see her wink. Dam well I am out then. He nodded as she asked him to show her around. Sad to say but I have been here for about two hours and I think I have found everything there is to find here. Stopping in front of the TV room he looked in. See theater seats. Once she saw the room he showed her the rest of the place which wasn't much then headed for the cafeteria. The one thing I haven't done is try the food. So that will be a first for both of us. His smile was gone again but he seemed more relaxed than he had been when she had first seen him.
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Wow. I kind of thought that you were joking. She admitted. Nat watched him some as they came to a close for her tour. There really wasn't alot there. For once she didn't feel like just being flirtatious. Oh. She said softly as he explained that he hadn't had the food yet either.
Thread: That Wasn't Supposed to Happen (Lord Dakol and hypergondala)

The weather around the school was surprisingly warm for what was supposed to be a cold day. Students waited for the bell to ring, not bothered by the uniforms they wore dark shirts and vests and tan pants for the boys, and sleeve-cut tops and short skirts for the girls. Mark Hadleigh listened to the roaring murmur of voices as he strode into the school yard, ignoring the glances from some of the girls around. He was wearing a white dress shirt that was loosely worn around his torso to hide the toned muscles, tucked underneath black pants, tightened by a belt. A young man of twenty-seven, his hair was a dark brown, cut short but still leaving an attractive collection of bangs on his forehead. Bright green eyes were dimmed by the wire-thin glasses he wore upon he nose, lending him a studious, handsome look. His eyes flickered to the skirts that all of the girls wore, but paid no attention except for exasperation. Could the principal be more obvious as a pervert? At least make it more subtle, he thought, placing his head in one of his hands as he sighed. It was the start of a new school year, and that meant new students. He sincerely hoped there wouldn't be much trouble this year. Entering his classroom, he set down the messenger bag onto the desk and organized his things a bit better. He glanced at the calender that was neatly slid underneath a plastic viewing plate, and sighed, knowing he didn't have much to do this month or rather, this year. He supposed that not having a girlfriend would do that to a man. Finally, the bell rang, and Mark sat on the edge of the desk, waiting for students to come in.
Thread: That Wasn't Supposed to Happen (Lord Dakol and hypergondala)

RE That Wasn't Supposed to Happen Lord Dakol and hypergondola America was very, very different to England. This was something Elise had noticed as soon as she'd looked at herself in her new uniform in the mirror this morning. The skirt barely came three quarters of the way down her thighs, if that - this wasn't helped by the fact that most of her 5'7 height was her legs themselves, long, slim and creamy coloured. She would have worn tights if it weren't for the searing heat. To Americans it may have been quite cool but this was hot compared to England and Elise wasn't used to the constant sun. Her arms, shoulders and cheeks now had a light sprinkling of freckles thanks to the sunlight and this paired with her red hair made her feel like she was becoming a stereotypical geek or something thank god for contact lenses, despite the fact that she was actually...well, incredibly good looking. Her hair was long, red and lightly curled and this plus her slim body had often caused people to call her a Karen Gillan lookalike. Her nickname back in England had been Amy Pond or just Pond depending on who was addressing her so she wasn't even used to being addressed by her real name. As she walked into the school grounds in the new uniform, her shoulder bag bouncing on her hips as she walked she recieved a few glances from the male side of the school and a few glares from the girls. Wonderful, so she was english, ginger, smart and apparently hated before she'd even opened her mouth. She just headed straight to her classroom and walked in, finding a seat somewhere around the middle as she cast her green-eyed gaze to the teacher.
Thread: That Wasn't Supposed to Happen (Lord Dakol and hypergondala)

As Mark waited, he picked up the folder that held student names. Flipping through it, he came to specially marked page that said TRANSFER STUDENT . England, hm? he muttered, looking over the name before tossing it back on the desk. It wasn't long until students began to come in. He heard the droning chatter of voices, ignoring them as he got out the day's materials. However, his eyes flickered towards the gorgeous redhead that walked in. He subtly trailed his sight down her figure, stopping at her chest and flesh of her thighs, becoming hidden beneath the skirt she wore. For once, he was thankful for the dress code that the principal exacted. As she sat down and gazed at him, and they connected for a mere split-second. Mark noticed the green hue that she had, similar to his own eye color before he cleared his throat and looked away, gently pushing up his glasses with his middle finger. Hello class, Mark said as the second bell rang, I'll be your English teacher this year, and I hope we can get along without trouble. Now, my policy at the beginning of the year is to have each student introduce themselves, giving your name, age, and something we don't know about you. I'll start, eh? he straightened his stance, his gaze piercing into each student, though when it passed over the green-eyed girl, it slightly faltered. My name is Mark Hadleigh. I am twenty-seven years old, and I also teach the History of Music. We'll continue by rows, starting on the right. As each student responded, some hesitant but most casual with giving details, his gaze fell upon the same woman again as it was her turn to speak.
Thread: That Wasn't Supposed to Happen (Lord Dakol and hypergondala)

Elise looked back up at him, watching him with curiosity. For a teacher, he was...well, more than just good looking. God damn it, why was it always the ones out of bounds that had to be so....perfect? Even his voice was lovely, he was the type of person she could listen to all day. When it came to her turn, she sat up slightly in her seat. My name's Elise Chambers, I'm 19 and I have three horses back home. I moved from England with my parents. she gave a small wave to the rest of the class with a smile, sorting out her books on the table so they were neater. The rest of the room gave their small speeches and she took this oppertunity to check out the rest of her class. It was quite easy to tell who was stuck up and who wasn't just by the way they delivered what they were saying. A few girls seemed quite nice and a few of the boys were okay, but...she kept glancing back up at her teacher as they addressed him. She wasn't the only girl in the class doing this, thankfully, so it looked a bit more normal than anything else. Shifting in her seat, she listened as some people said how they played instruments and others that they took part in sports. She wasn't much into football, rugby or american football but she had been toying with the idea of being a jockey - she just so happened to be too tall for that profession, much to her annoyance. She did still have her horses though and that was good enough for her, seeing as she wasn't musically talented at all besides having a fairly decent singing voice and she was completely hopeless at anything remotely mathematic or scientific.
Thread: That Wasn't Supposed to Happen (Lord Dakol and hypergondala)

As she spoke, the name instantly registered in his mind as the transfer student. He smiled, hearing her lovely accent. After the rest of the class had finished, Mark handed out their homework schedules and list of materials. He placed them down himself, and handed the papers to Elise, his eyes once more trailing over her. He bit his lip as he moved on, She might be of age, but she's still my student. Fuck, he thought bitterly. And once he was done with that, he walked back to his desk and turned around. All right. We'll be starting on the literature of early Italy, making note of the authors of The Prince and The Divine Comedy. Can anyone tell me who these authors are? he asked, looking out over the class.
Thread: That Wasn't Supposed to Happen (Lord Dakol and hypergondala)

Most of the class just stared at him with blank expressions. When nobody answered, Elise hesitantly put her hand halfway in the air. Uh, the Prince was by Machiavelli and the Divine Comedy was Dante. she smiled slightly. She hadn't read them at all aside from looking confused at something by Machiavelli, but she remembered who had written them from something else she'd read previously that mentioned them. She picked up the list of materials and glanced over it. It all looked fairly interesting but she was definitely more interested in Mark at the front of the class. She had to bite back a smile every time she glanced over his body, wishing there wasn't the barrier of him being her teacher there...then again, he probably wouldn't look at her twice.
Thread: That Wasn't Supposed to Happen (Lord Dakol and hypergondala)

Mark sighed gently when no one had raised their hands, but looked at Elise in surprise when she answered... correctly. Y-Yes, that's correct. Niccolo Machiavelli wrote The Prince and Dante Aligheri wrote The Divine Comedy. Very nice, Miss Chambers, he said, smiling pleasantly at her before nodding. Yes, these two were especially influential, but for now we will discuss Mister Machiavelli. Several rulers and tyrants have admitted to reading it like they would the bible, for one reason the strategy of war. Even Hitler had said that he kept a copy of his book on his bedside... An hour later, the bell rang, dismissing students from the confines of Mark's class. He cleaned up the white-board nicely and turned around, preparing to sit down in his seat when Elise passed his desk. His eyes took another up-down glance at her before smiling. That was very good, Miss Chambers. I hope you will be this responsive for the rest of the year, Mark said, leaning back in his seat and folding his hands over his torso.
Thread: That Wasn't Supposed to Happen (Lord Dakol and hypergondala)

She listened to him with interest throughout the lesson, leant back in her chair with her ankles crossed. Not exactly the most ladylike of positions but it was comfortable, to say the least and it gave her a good view of him as he talked, allowing her to look over his body...well, more than once. She kept reminding herself that he was a lot older than her not much and she would have no chance at all with him even if they were a similar age you never know... When he tlaked to her after class she smiled at him. Uh, thank you! she gave him a warm smile back, standing with her hip cocked to one side. It was an interesting lesson. I don't really understand Machiavelli when I read it, but I have heard of it before. I'll try. she glanced back and noticed that she'd left her pen on the table, hastily going to retrieve it.