Re: Feel Good Inc.

[OpenTheDoor]

"Oh, only if I get paid," she stopped, two half-drawn men on the board.
Shaking her head, she continued, letting her art skills cover the surface. She wasn't that bad but she wasn't a Picasso for sure.
"Right...being yourself, being yourself..." she muttered to herself, raking her brain as she pulled out an idea, "Okay! Right!"
She walked out into the middle of the room, her sleeves now rolled up showing various lines of scars way up her wrists. She didn't care for showing them off, it was just something that she did in a crappy mood.
"So, being yourself is a self-explainer and so a no-brainer," she started, using a little thing that she was told when she was young, "It's just showing the inner you, what you wanna be, who you wanna be. Now, nowadays there's a lot of talk of these different fashions and trends; things that people have to set themselves up to be 'cool', but what those that actually mean?"
A few mutters arose from the room but no hands, not even a crude shout-out... This was going to be a tough task, she saw why that dude person who she didn't know that name of still was completely annoyed with it all.
"Okay, we'll try a different tack! Who here buys magazines?" she took a seat at the front, sitting on it back-to-front to gain some attention.
A few hands rose, a few Goth guys, all the anorexics and the nerds; a start. Taking the lid off the pen using her mouth, she looked at the group.
"What kind of mags do you buy?" she looked to one of the girls as she froze slightly like a dear in the headlights.
"Look..." she murmured, "All those fashion one-"
"Fashion ones! Lovely!" she stood and flipped the board over, scribbling it down in her neat scrawl.
"Nuts!" one of the toughies shouted, his little followers laughing; at least she was living them up a tad.
"Okay..." she rolled her eyes before crossing her arms, "Seriously? I don't think this place would let you, unless, of course, you stole it off of our tutor person here," she smiled at him whilst the group laughed.
Slyly, she sent a little wink over before more hands rose, shouting out things like 'Xbox' and 'Kerrang!'. She had the group cracked.

[sacred at heart]

(i'm just gunna bring her in as a new person like she just go dropped off that ok?)

[OpenTheDoor]

I'd say so...

[sacred at heart]

Vespera stepped out of the black vehicle before being escorted into her "new home" called "Feel Good Inc." She didn't want to go she believed she was fine if she always had her addictions fed. After they put her into her new room she curled into a ball in the corner of her room on her tiny bed. She hid her scars and fresh cuts with long sleeves and long pants which she refused to remove.

[Gifty]

Sapphire: I waited impatiantly for this pittyful meeting to be done. I had nothing better to do than go steal stuff and go to this lousy meeting with all the other messed up kids like me.

[Charlie]

The wretched class droned on, and Evan was struggling with staying awake. He ached to go play soccer, or as he called it footy. It was gorgeous out side the view outside the window told him that.

[Gifty]

Sapphire: I figited and fingered my lock picking kit that I always had in my pocket. I needed to go steal something. My stomach rumbled and I looked down, the food here was nasty, I always managed to get some good food from " Nice" folks.

[OpenTheDoor]

"But Tori!" the youngest shouted, "Surely you're following a crowd?!"
With a sigh, the girl took her seat again, her eyes looking to the group. As she thought of a reply, one of the kids grabbed a red pen on the side, doodling a huge penis on the board, on one of the men's head, the other salivating over it.
"Right, Gerry, behind me, stay there," she stood and walked up the guy.
Okay, sitting down, Gerry didn't look that tall...crap. Oh well, she started so she'll finish.
"So, as you see here, Gerrers has decided to go to the board and draw a cock," she shrugged, tapping his arm... muscley arm, "But, was that because he wanted to or was it because he'll get you guys to laugh over it while I but a rage on?"
A few murmurs rumbled over the crowd as the giant mumbled something about 'Me. You. Three o'clock. Back room.' though she ignored it. Instead, she rubbed out the picture of the genital and gave him a hat after realising that the red one was a marker pen.
"Anyway, he's going that because he wants to be excepted into the group, trying to follow a trend. Now, Gerry: what's your favourite band?"
"I-I... Guns 'n' Roses," he shrugged, making something up obviously.
"Well, I like Bowling for Soup," she nodded, walking away to sit on her chair, the group laughing.
"They suck!" he shouted whilst the rest of the room copied.
"Now you guys are following the trend..." she smirked, "Seriously, everyone here is critical; I bet one of you likes a band that isn't in the charts or is 'cool'."
The murmurs arose again as she let Gerry sit down; he was in here for violence, pure and bloody, so why did she pick on him? Because she knew that she was right.

[Charlie]

Evan sighed drama was overrated. And the boys here were immature. "I gotta go pee." He stated leaving the room, finally he had freedom.

[Gifty]

sapphire: " Acually to think of it you may have just chosen that band because it is out of the, what did you call it? "cool" Charts. Why in the world do you make those thigs anyways? Its so stupid I mean no one can say what they want with out people making a chart about it." I said voicing my opinions.

[OpenTheDoor]

"Exactly!" she pounced up, "I did pick a band out of there, they've never been up there because they're not a contemporary band aka doesn't follow the trend. Now, someone like Beyonce is cool and always in the charts, agreed? Everyone loves her! Because she's in the charts and so popular. Some of those people that actually don't will follow that to seem 'cool' and so 'in'. Myself? I like my trend, I like music that might not necessarily be a the top of the charts; I'm being myself and being proud of that. I'm not afraid to show it and hence being myself."
She walked up to the board and flipped it over the show the dullness of the guy's writing...right. After grabbing a green pen, she scribbled over it, using calligraphy for the hell of it too.
"I know it's a little off-topic, but... What's this season's colour?"

[Charlie]

Evan ran down the hall, and collapsed he hadn't eaten in at least two days, and it finally got to him.

[Bubblebeam]

Levi: "Tori, you okay on your own for a while? I'll start a few drama exercises when I get back. But, Evan's been a while, I'm going to check on him..." Without letting her or anyone answer, I pushed open the double doors, walking down a couple of corridors, and then- Shit. I crouched down to the side of the body on the floor. Shit...

[OpenTheDoor]

"Fine, leave the bi-polar one in charge of a class why don' t you?!" she snapped, taking her seat with a sour look on her face.
"I believe it's moss green," one of the fashionistas called, a perfectly manicured hand in the air.
"Really? Why not swamp black or shit brown?!" snapping her eyes to the side towards the door, "F-it, I'm leaving."
As she stood and walked out the door, she went the other way to where Levi was, the dull scuff of boots echoing through the dismal grey halls of Feel Good Inc. It didn't look like that; it needed paint, colour, less mono-toned colours.
"Stupid bloody things," she murmured as the front doors swung open, the entrance to the 'music' room which only had a half-broken keyboard, a mis-tuned guitar and a CD player. Great.
Taking a stool, she placed the guitar on her lap, strumming the strings to try and get a tune out of it that wasn't flat...nothing.
"I swear this place will be the death of me..."

[Bubblebeam]

I stood up quickly, shaking a little. What do I do, what do I do...? Emergency button, of course... I pressed the button on my watch-band, which sent an automated message out to the loudspeakers in all the rooms.

Could all first aiders please report to corridor S3. That's all first aiders in corridor S3.

I wiped my forehead with my hand, breathing heavily. I needed to go on a first aid course. I really needed to.

[OpenTheDoor]

"Ooo, emergency..." Tori clapped her hands and headed to the corridor, "Oh crap."
Running over, the girl did a semi-wave to Levi before kneeling over next to the boy. Right... Evan, he was anorexic, right? Probably just over-exerting that then...
"Okay, we need to get him to the nurses, he needs to get hooked up to a heart monitor and have a close eye on him," she stood, "Or whatever, I'm not huge on medics minus the little I got in Girl Scouts and gymnastics..."
As she shrugged, she headed back to the class, ready to face the class' music.

[Bubblebeam]

Sally came rushing out, and came round the corner to see Evan on the floor. Without blinking, she dialled the number for the local hospital, which was luckily directly oppisite this place.
I wasn't listening to what Sally said, but somehow Tori's words had comforted me. She seemed to know more about these people than I did...

[OpenTheDoor]

"Right people!" Tori walked in to see the class in an utter riot, "You do realise why I left, right?"
The group ignored her and continued to go crazy. With a small sigh, she took a seat and watched them do what they wanted to do. The toughies beating up the nerds, the fashionistas yacking about the clothes that their new tutor was wearing.
"This is exactly what I'm talking about, without me or Levi in the room you guys do what you want aka being yourself..."
As she said that, the group gauped at her, stopping instantly.
"Now take your seats if you please!" standing, the people did as she said surprisingly. Whoa, weird.

[sacred at heart]

Vespera heard something happening outside her door. Opening it just enough she saw someone calling a place. Slowly she stepped out of her room making sure her sleeves were down.

[OpenTheDoor]

"Now people, last thing," she conducted them, "After this you guys can split and do whatever you want for the last ten minutes but if Levi comes in and starts to prise you have to pretend that this a role-play where you switch places to see what makes you or something like that..."
A small cheer came from the group as she nodded thanks. Walking back to the board, she picked up the rubber to get rid of everything on there, instead in large calligraphy were the words 'Me, Myself and I', something that was rather cliché but still amazing.
"Now, I want you when you get this piece of paper, write down three words that describe you, not just simple words like 'tall' or 'fat' but how you feel, the person on the inside of those designer labels, the one that is you..." as she gave a rather poetic explanation, she dished out the paper, the people moaning about not having pens.
Walking to the door where the pens were kept, she saw a silhouette pass making her natural curious, so after appointing Freddie in charge, the one that had OCD and so perfect for the job, she walked outside to see a girl walking down the halls.
"Hey! You alright there?" her head poking out the door just to see a khaki beanie and rainbow on black coloured fringe.

[sacred at heart]

Vespera looked up at the girl and nodded, knowing that if she spoke she wouldn't be able to hide it. Nervously, she pulled the bottoms of her sleeves before looking down again.

[OpenTheDoor]

"What's up?" Tori walked over, a little worried about her; she looked so uncomfortable here, "You new here?"
She stopped just infront of her, crossing her arms, her sleeves rolled up to show the various scars up her wrists. There was loads of cutters here, there was no point hiding it, anyway, this place was covered in cameras, and not the subtle ones either; the big fat chunky ones that make you feel uber uncomfortable the minute you walk into a room.
As that thought passed, one of the spying mechanical eyes peered onto their conversation, a light flashing to here the conversation; subtle. Winking up at it, she gave a little smug smile to it too before returning a normal look to the noob, well, normal for Tori was slightly sinister and depressive to anyone else.

[sacred at heart]

"Yeah I am new" Vespera said coldly but letting the fake happiness wash the words with a dark look in her eyes, "Honestly I shouldn't be here." Her body started shaking softly she knew she had gone to long without more medications just where could she sneak them.

[OpenTheDoor]

"Let me guess... Cutter and addicted to drugs? So from that we could also induce suicidal, though obviously failed many times by the looks of you, you nervous wreck... What's the in colour this season?"
She was doubting herself that that fashionista was telling the truth, maybe a she knew. With a sigh, the camera turned off; must have heard her little diagnosis. Oh well.
"Anyway, welcome to Feel Good Inc. I'm Tori and I don't work here though I do feel like I do sometimes..." she shook her head as a small laugh came out, "And my moods change rapidly so if you start slagging me off like most people do then I'll be bitching right back, okay? Good," leaning forward, she snaped, already set off. God save her.

[Bubblebeam]

Lacey: I still hadn't moved. Even when everyone got up and started yelling at each other, talking, and just generally being stupid. I was aware that I hadn't blinked for a while, and that my eyes were just glassy and staring into the distance. Nobody even acknowledged me, which, I supposed was a good thing, seeing as when they did, it was generally some snidey or unwanted comment about me. My teeth bit my lip, the sharp little razors digging into it.

[OpenTheDoor]

"Guys! On with it or I shall take away your freedom and make your lives hell!" she snapped, walking in, "Look! Be responsible, don't do stupid things and then f-up you life! There are real reasons why the hell you're here! It's because you have problems and your not gonna get through it my being dumb-arse and stupid!"
She was on top of a table by now, she didn't even realise; it was a natural reaction to climb stuff...whoa. The worst thing was that she hated heights.
"Now! Get on with it or I'll continue to lecture you on the highs and lows of modern day life!" they all groaned; they remembered that lecture the other day and due to Tori's great memory and mocking voice she could quite easily do it perfectly.
"Now, Lacey, what's the matter?" as she asked, she jumped off of the desk so her butt landed on the edge, masking the pain with a simple squeeze of the desk whilst she wanted to utter cuss words.

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