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Name: Grace "Gee" Presley

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Disorder(s): Kleptomania; Schizophrenia (I can relate to that one. c:); Insomnia; Self-Mutilation

History: Grace had a relatively normal family life up until the age of nine. She was hanging out near a local 7-11 with some friends when someone robbed the store then came out and started shooting Gee's group. Gee was the only one who escaped alive.

After that day, the girl refused to sleep at all, up until even if she wanted to sleep she couldn't without medication. She started stealing as well - first small things like her father's spare change, then to stuff like bags of chips and sodas, all leading up to TVs.

She also started cutting. She hid it from her mother by covering it with gloves or bangles. Of course, they were no use when her mother walked in on her while she was getting dressed one day. This was the final straw for Mrs. Presely, and she promptly called the camp's hotline.

Other: Quite obsessed with music, My Chemical Romance (Hence the nickname) and Linkin Park in particular. Never seen without her iPod.

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I might make Eleius room with Shawn. I feel bad for the poor kid and since El's usually a bundle of happy, he should be able to help him relax a bit. <3

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And since Eleius refuses to ride in motor vehicles, I'm just gonna say he' already here, in the middle of one of his little episodes since his aunty forced him into a car, which triggered his Brief Psychotic Disorder. ono Is that okay?))

((I'm gonna make it so Ivory is already there.))

Ivory dragged her feet along the rug in the hallway. He thumb caressing the key to her dorm room. 222. Repeating the number as she approached her door. The numerous scratches on her dorm door still remained from when she arrived two years ago. Deep groves containing so many memories.

The pocket knife she managed to sneak in still remained hidden under the lose floor board beneath her bed. She insisted that she did them with a nail. The voice told her to lie. They believed her. Shortly after that, Ivory found the floor board and kept it secret from everybody. Even with the routinely check-ups they do, they still hadn't found her stash of goodies. Razor blades, nails, and the occasional pin she found. For people who where meant to keep them all safe they didn't do the greatest of jobs. 

Turning the key in the lock, she pushed the door open. The scuffing sound from the rug turned to a clunk underneath her heavy boots. peering out the small window she watched as two birds swooped down from a tree and landed on the ground. "Free as a bird." She said aloud, returning the wave that the bird gave to her. 

((I'm going to make my intro now! :3))

 Carefully shutting, opening, and shutting the car door eight times, Alex Brookes gracefully stepped out of the car.  Her fragile, emaciated frame was no match for the weight of her bags, so her friend Erin Evans as.sisted her.  Alex, carrying a single handbag and her book, and Erin, carrying all of Alex'a bags, and her own, walked together to their dorm.  They had planned to room together, as meeting new people was something they weren't 100% prepared to do.  A black cat named Salem followed Erin.  Neither girl wanted to go to "camp", as they felt they could handle everything on their own.

  Walking into the dormhouse,  Alex carried the key to their room, as Erin couldn't.   They had been *censored*igned room 224.  Perfect, Alex thought.  All even numbers, and the sum is eight.  As long as the room is symmetric, I won't mind being here too much. Alex put the key in the lock and opened the door.  The room was to her liking, symmetric and clean.  She set her bag down and began helping Erin unpack.  

  In Erin's bag, she had  couple knives.  Not for killing, but for carving into trees and wood.  She loved making things.  Maybe she could even make some furniture for the room, give it some life.  She also had a bed, toys, and some food for Salem.  Drawing books, pencils, paints, and easels were also littered on the bed now.

  In Alex's bag, she had packs of lettuce in bags, sorted so that there was only 10 calories of lettuce in each bag.  She had her food journal,  ruler, and protractor.  A balance was also in the bag.  She also had a tape measure and a scale.

  Here, they were to start a new life.  Neither wanted to, but they were forced.  Erin only came to support Alex, although Alex's parents had truly forced Erin to go anyway.

((Intro time~))

Emmett stood breathlessly at the entrance of camp, the aroma of verdant forests and the light odor of burnt marshmallows making him more nauseous each millisecond he stood there. He had a stolid police escort on either side of him, each of them looking slightly frightened that they had to hold a convict's hand, let alone escort him into an unguarded mental facility. The toadlike elderly woman he had as a guardian, Janet, was trying to convince Emmett that camp would be good for him.

"Dear, camp will be a positive thing for you. Watch," She promised nonchalantly.

"I told you not to call me that, Janet," he protested, a scowl on his face.

"I told you to call me 'mom.' But you didn't listen to me, either," She childishly retorted.

"Don't give me that ****, Janet." He sweared.

"Watch your language...." Said Janet.

Emmett walked away, in an even less appealing mood than he was a few moments ago, if that was even possible, guards eyeing him nervously on either side. Most kids didn't have this special "treatment." But Emmett wasn't "most kids." He was a murderer.

The two guards whispered to one of the older counselors, and rushed off, trepidation obvious on their paled expressions. The counselor montonously told Emmett which cabin he was in. Emmett took his keys, wondering what type of psychopath he'd be forced to bunk with. He stuffed the keys in his pocket, wondering why the heck he didn't choose jail instead, and leaned tiredly against his new home, Cabin 111.

Already sitting on a bed within cabin 341 was a tall male with scars that covered his body, his eyes wide and blank. Well, the one not hidden by an eyepath was, anyways. His visible eye flicked up to focus onto the male that had just entered, the black eyepatch covering his right eye visible through his shaggily-cut, almost anime-style blond hair, the eye that could be seen colored a rather pretty shade of brown.

The male then shrank back, lifting a hand and slipping the lightly-tanned hand beneath his black scarf to grasp the silver-swirled golden heart pendant around his neck, hidden by the the warm neck-hiding clothing item. He'd obviously been pretty freaked out by something just a short while ago, and in truth, he had.

You see, this young man was Eleius Realn, and he behaved like this only after he hears a car's engine, smells something burning, or he see/smells blood. It took him quite a while, but he always managed to calm himself down.

Which is what happened after about six minutes of soft breathing excercises. His tensed muscles relaxed and that frightened, deer-in-the-headlights look faded awy. "A-ah...sorry about that... I just had ne of my little...episodes, as my aunt calls them..." he said, giving the other male an apologetic smile. "I'm Eleius, by the way." He extended his hand, revealing part of his scarred arm.

Eleius gripped Shawn's hand in a firm, but gentl, handshake, his brown eye soft. "Ah, don't worry too much about it here. It's really not all that bad," he as-sured the other as eh released his hand and stood up. After stretching out his limbs, he linked his hands behind his head. "If you'd like, I could watch out for you here. I've been here before since my aunt refuses to deal with me, but I'm pretty sure I've never seen you here before."

He reached out to give Shawn's shoulder a light pat. "I'll help you get through everything, okay? I know how it feels to be new here."

((Eleius is so niiice. <3))

((yep! te he))

"Thanks." he said shyly, not really knowing how to take Eleius's kindness.
Shawn knew immediantly that Eleius was like Mr.Lillie, always kind and thinking of others. However, he thought, he could all be a ploy to earn his trust just to be treated like crap again. He wanted to believe that the boy had good intentions but he couldn't trust him, he couldn't trust anyone.
Sighing, the young teen sat on his bed. This was going to be one long summer.

((I is slow! lol ;3;))

Grace shut her eyes against the sound of her father's car on the gravel parking lot. She waited until the sound drifted and faded into the background noise before taking her first good look at the 'camp'.

"Let's see.." Gee unfolded the letter sent to her a week ago that listed where the boys and girls cabins were, along with everything else. She glanced at the hand-drawn map and trudged to the dorms.

"Room 227? Hm.." She paused at the door and knocked. When no one answered, she opened it and looked around. Two beds were up against opposite walls, with a small table between them. The walls were a falsely cheery yellow, or had been at one time. She sighed and sat down on one of the beds.