forum Delinquent Academy RP

Started April 10, 2018 by @charkieshark

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“Same. Well, my mom anyways.” She said to Zanna.

"Yeah…" Jay decided not to go into details about his family. He still had scars to prove it, but his hair and clothes usually covered them mostly. His parents mostly just ignored him when they were sober, but the problem was, they were rarely sober.

"Parents suck sometimes don't they?" Zanna asked the other two.

Jay nodded. "That's one way to put it…" He felt a twinge on his scalp where a beer bottle had broken on his head after it was thrown at him. His parents refused to take him to a hospital, so he pulled out the pieces of glass himself. That was not a good evening.

“Sometimes?” Morrigan snorted, the tiniest bit of fear springing to her eyes. “More like always.”, she said, a little quieter. “Especially when drunk.” Why was she telling them this?!

Jay turned towards Morrigan. Did she have similar problems to him? Should he tell her? He wasn't sure whether he could trust her though, so he kept quiet. His breath caught in his throat and he nodded slightly to let her know that he agreed.

"Drunk abusive parents, that was foster home number one," Zanna sighed, "Whatever you two have been through must have been awful, but if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to. But just know I've been through some rough times cause of my parents too. At least half of theses scars were cause of my first foster parents."

Jay's eyes stung with tears. So I'm not the only one… I suppose that provides some comfort. He took a shaky breath, reliving every time he was beaten, or had something thrown at him, or was generally mistreated. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to tell them or not. After all, he had only met them today.

Morrigan averted her eyes, painfully conscious that the long scar on her neck was visible to both Hay and Zanna. She felt immense relief that she wasn’t alone, coupled with a strong sense of sympathy. Suddenly, the goth girl didn’t seem so tough.

Mr. Kale cleared his throat, "Mrs. Clarke was unable to make it, as she experienced a panic attack a few hours ago. A serious one."
Aita nodded and thumped his pencil against the desk, "What are we learning today, Kale-Sensei?"
"You don't have to call me that, Aita. I know you're Japanese, but there's no need for that. I'm Mr. Kale."
Aita nodded again and looked towards the barred windows. "Why are the windows barred?"

(Hay, Ha)
Zanna relaxed. They didn't always like talking about their first foster parents, but if it made the other two feel more at ease, it was worth it. Zanna may seem tough on the outside, but really all they were was trying to fill the gap those first parents had created with in them.
"So, are we all friends now?" Zanna asked the other two. They had mild social anxiety, and conformation was always welcome.

Mr. Kale turned pale. "You see, Aita, um. You are a student with…special needs. And…we believe….that a major need…is…keeping you away from the other students."

Jay nodded, trying to blink the tears from his eyes. He wasn't looking at either of them, just staring off into space and flinching occasionally if a particularly painful memory came to him.

Morrigan hesitated. You don’t deserve friends! She nodded. “But let’s take things slowly, I’m not the easiest person to get along with.”

Aita nodded and twirled the pencil in between his fingers, bored. "What are we learning today, Kale-Sensei?"

"That's fine," Zanna nodded, "You good Jay?"

He didn't respond. He seemed to be holding his breath, and his face was getting a tinge of blue.

Mr. Kale nodded his head, "We're going to learn how to look at the world with a different lens." he dropped a paper on Aita's desk, "Fill out what you would think when you see an old lady struggling to cross the street."
Aita nodded and put his pencil to work, writing down that he would watch her because he shouldn't interfere with other people's problems.

Concern shadowed her face. “What’s wrong?”, she asked Jay.

Mr. Kale shook his head when he read Aita's paper, "Aita, I'm glad you didn't mention murder, but as a helping member of society, one must learn to help others. You help the old lady, otherwise she'd die by getting hit by a car. Wouldn't you feel bad if that happened?"
Aita shook his head, "I don't feel sadness when someone dies. I don't really care. Death happens anyway."

Jay took a wavering breath and slapped himself, bringing him to his senses. He turned towards the others, rubbing the new red mark on his face. His heart felt like it would pound out of his chest.

Morrigan’s eyes widened. Sure, she harmed herself on an almost daily basis, but she deserved it. Jay didn’t. She grabbed his hand and forced it away from his face. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

"Did we mention something we shouldn't have Jay?" Zanna asked. They knew about flashbacks, they had one ever so often, but they weren't sure if that was what just happened. Zanna was attempting to lightly touch the subject so they would know more for the future.

"No, no, it's not your fault! Please don't blame yourselves." He jumped a bit when Morrigan grabbed his hand, fighting his instinct to hit her. That was what caused problems with the teachers. Technically, the talk of drunk, abusive parents had triggered the flashbacks, but he didn't say that. He gingerly pulled his hand away from Morrigan, hoping he didn't offend her by doing so.

Morrigan immediately withdrew her hand, realizing how forward she’d been. “Sorry. Don’t be sorry. Not your fault.” She carefully set up her protective walls again, hiding her reals feelings.