Daniel took his time getting to cla.s. He watched his surrounding carefully. Someone was murmering 42 to himself over and over again, a girl was staring, not paying attention to where they were walking. Daniel sighed, reaching his science room. He found his familiar seat, and set his books down gently. As usual, he did not pay attention to anything, but stared.

He thought frequently about why he was here. His personal view was that he didn't belong in this school. He thought Tourette's was a blessing, be able to curse out anyone and get away with it. Or at least he told himself that. But deep inside, he hated his disease. All his life, even when arrived at the school, was a called a freak, insane, retarded. His life was not normal, would never be normal. Daniel was hardly ever allowed to go out, or he never did anyway. What hurt the most was when he tried to make friends, and got shunned. Maybe that's why he was so cold; nobody ever accepted him. In his mind, it seemed as even the Tourette's kids made fun of him, their eyes laughing. Sometimes he tried to tell himself to be more friendly, but if something triggered his disease, such as something scary, exciting or unexpected, he immediately started swearing and twitching. This was why he could never lead a normal life; by definition, that was what life was. Many people mocked him, and girls avoided him. All the teachers and doctors *censored*ured him he'd be able to get a good job, date, have a lfie, if only he would open-up, smile and be friendly and warm.  He had only one friend, but after a tragic event, he no longer had any.

Daniel's eyes snapped up, towards the teacher. He stared at the long list of vocabulary words and frowned. No way he was going to demean himself with these baby words. He remembered what the dotcor had said when he was diagnosed. "Your child has a very high IQ, but I'm afraid he haas Tourette's Syndrome." He rememberd the horrified looks on his parents faces. They had ignored the fact his IQ was amazing, only focused on the fact that they created a child with TS. He sank down into his chair, grunting repeatedly. This was also part of his vocal tics; he grunted a lot, aside from cursing easily.

Elessandra flinched, gulping and staring straight forward. My pet, Why are you not doing your work? i'm afraid I'll have to punish you. She flinched, then felt herself be taken control of, and she let out a High, long scream and her hands shot up to hold her head. "No! No! dont! Please!" She screamed, the Cat seemed to be amused by this display. Do not be a fool, Be quiet. She couldn't, though. Once her voice died out, she was sobbing uncontrollably, tears rolling swiftly down her cheeks. Slaim had disappeared from sight, and she wouldn't open her eyes. She kept them shut and sobbed loudly. The teacher stood up, muttered something into a Walki-talkie, and soon the nurse came in and dragged her out of Science cla.ss.

She had been ordered to be put of meds and sent back to cla.ss. She had calmed down a bit, but was still jumpy as she slowly came back into cl*censored* about 10 minutes later. She slipped into her seat, keeping her head low, and began attmepting to catch up with Science. She did not say a word, even her face was blank. Her black hair fell over her eyes and she left in that was in an attmept to escape her reality.

((Sorry, it's short. o.o))

OoC: It's alright, Daisy :)

Phoebe watched the girl run out in amazement. What was she doing pas.sed out in the middle of the bathroom? Phoebe got up and turned the hot tap on, and squirted herself a heap of liquid soap. She scrubbed her hands hard, but she still felt disgusting. Tears rolling down her face, Phoebe rubbed at her hands uncontrollably, until they were red and raw. Even then she felt horrible, so she just kept rubbing. She scalded her hands when the water got too hot, so she cried out in pain. The nurse opened the door to find Phoebe hunching over the sink, sobbing. "Darling!" The nurse said softly and pulled Phoebe from the sink. Phoebe just stood still, head down, still rubbing at her hands. "Give me a look at them," The nurse said and Phoebe obediantly showed her her hands. "Goodness, you've scrubbed the skin right off." She made Phoebe walk into her office and she sat on the red couch near the door. "I'll get you some cream for that," She said and walked over to her cupboard.

OoC: Ugh. Only half finished. I have to go. DXX So little. Sorry!

Name: Kamen Deere

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality: Kamen is very reserved, unless he is having one of his sadistic outbursts, but is usually the boy sitting in the back of the cla.ss, muttering to himself.

Mental Illness: Body dismorphic disorder, sadistic personality disorder.

Symptoms: Picking at any slight deformities he may see, even if they weren't there, trying to hurt anyone he judges to be more beautiful than him, often bullying them to the point of suicide, or until he looses intrest. Although his skin may be fine, he will obsessively pick at an imaginary flaw, and can never concentrate because he's usually looking in a mirror or freaking out about any minor flaw. Kamen also enjoys doing anything he can to hurt or make someone else feel bad, especially if he deems them more "beautiful" than him.

Crush: None.

Other: He wears at least half a silver mask at all times, except when he's sleeping, and he won't ever take it off. He can only be friends with you if he never thinks you'll look as good as him. (facial difigurement, etc.) He also really likes candy, although he freaks out if they discolour his tongue or lips, so he can't eat coloured candy.

((Join?)) 

OoC: milomouse, was the girl you were talking about (the one that ran out of the bathroom Raven?

 Sorry, I have to go soon.  I will post later.

((I'll try doing something. D: ))

 Daniel heard the teacher telling them that she was going to put them in groups of three. He sank low in his chair, and listened as the teacher put them in their groups. Soon everyone was sitting near each other, waiting for instructions. The only people left were him and some girl. The teacher nodded at them both. "Alright. Daniel, Elessandra, work together." They very rarely did group work, so this was a bit of surprise, which was bad for Daniel's nerves.

Daniel sighed, and reluctantly stood and walked over to sit beside Elessandra, who was nervously eyeing her notebook, looking worried. He studied her, trying to figure out why she was here. Paranoia was the only thing he could think of, but he wasn't going to ask. He sat as far from her as possible, daring her to say something to him. He focused his attention on the worksheet explaining what they would be working on. He brushed back his light hair, it kept falling in his face, blocking his sight.

He glared harshly at the worksheet, giving it the death stare. The fourth step required them to work together. Like, as a team, talking and such included. Though he had expected it, he had hoped for something they could do separately, even though she did say teamwork. He felt the urge to rip it to shreds, and go home. Unfortunately, this was his home. Seeing the same walls everyday, the same people, it grated on his nerves, leaving them paper-thin. It took only a slight dent to send him over the edge. Then, someone bumped into his chair, and he glared hideously and let out a long string of profanity. After he finally stopped, the kid looked horrified and sat down, whimpering. He rolled his eyes, and clamped his mouth shut.

Elessandra hadn't made a move to Acknowlegde Daniel until he sat next to her. Her Shifty green eyes darted over to him under her long bangs. Gently, She pushed them away and looked at the boy next to her. She wasn't sure what was wrong with him until The long string of Swearing came out of his mouth. She flinched at the harsh words, then daring to look up from her notebook again. "... That kid didn't mean to bump you..." She whispered, then flinched back in fear of being yelled at by him. She did her best to smile, but it lookedl ike an awkward blank ex
pression. She then lookd away, scribbling down ideas for the project. She could hear, in the back of her mind, Salim laughing at her... Her hand shot up to grip her head, trying to ignore the voices.

Slowly they got louder and louder until she began whimpering loudly at them. "Stop...." She Said silently, whimpering and whining. then they stopped. In fear of the cat's wrath, Her head snapped back down and her writing became much faster, and more illegible. Soon, they were just gibberish. She flinched and began to erase the marks. Her knuckles were white as she gripped her pencil. She then closed her eyes, slumping down in her seat. "....I'm Elle..." She Mumbled quietly, the statement for Daniel.

((Sorry It's rather short, I gotta go.))

Raven decided after long contemplation (not to mention countless fainting spells, her "friends" urging her to seek help), Raven decided to tell the school nurse about her problem.  "Mrs. Naymen?  I have something important to tell you."  "Yes dear," she replied.  "I have anorexia  nervosa and OCPD."  Raven blurted out.  After that, Ravne left without saying another word.

When she got back to her room, she started feeling very sick.  She vomited blood right where she was, on the floor.  Suddenly feeling  extremely weak and tired, she layed down on the bed and fell asleep.  "I'll clean it in the morning," Raven told herself before falling asleep.

When she woke up, she wasn't in her bed anymore, and she had IVs and a feeding tube down her nose. "What is going on?"  Raven stammered, still grogy.  "You're heart rate dropped to a dangerous level, so an ambulance came and brought you to the hospital."  "But I am fine, really!"  Raven tried getting up, but the nurse and the tubes were restraining her. "No, this is for your own good, you must stay here!" screamed the nurse.  "Please, let me leave!  I'll eat more, I promise!" Raven was hysterical and was thrashing about on the bed.  "I am sorry Miss Arahn, but I can't trust someone with your disease to uphold that promise."

That night, around midnight, Raven made a risky decision.   Without a second thought, she recklessly tore out the IVs and pulled the feeding tube out of her stomach.  "Unggh,  ouch. Ouch!"  Raven was crying, but this was something that had to be done.  She snuck out of bed and went outside.  She crept away from the hospital, then ran back to the school when she was sure nobody would notice her.

She knew, this was her breaking point.  She had to recover.  If she valued her  life, she needed help.  She began eating more and more a day, trying to ignore the weight gain, and the "voice of anorexia".  She tried to stop puring and slowly got healthier. 

However, one day she started feeling really sick. She was getting ready for school, and was washing her face.  "Was it something I ate?  Is my body relapsing?" Raven asked herself.  She became very worried, but was able to calm down and *censored*ess the situation.  She decided that the best idea was just to wait.  Big mistake.  She felt really queasey, and vomited on the bathroom floor. She ran to her room and grabbed the bucket under her bed, the one she used when she needed to purge some more.  She vomited into this some more, before finally calming down.  Strange as it was, Raven had emetophobia, a fear of throwing up.  Not something you'd expect from a girl with an eating disorder.  

"No, Naomi!  Please don't tell me you're purging again!"  Raven's roomate, Esther came running in when she her the wretching noises.  Esther had always been supportive of Raven, and even made sure not to do anything that would set off Raven's OCD.  "No,  *vomiting* Esther, I'm not *vomits*  purging.  I have the *uurp*  flu!"  "Are you sure?" Esther questioned.  "Yes, I'm *vomits* sure!  I am not lying this time.  I swear to it!"  "Alright then, I believe you." Esther said.  "Good, now can you please go get another bucket?"  "Sure, anything for you, Naomi."

Esther took Raven's temperature when she came back.  "104, that's pretty high."  Stated Esther.  She rubbed Raven's back.  "Don't worry, it'll be okay."

Urrp, not again.  "Esther! Hand me the bucket! Quick!"  "What? Um okay."  Esther did as she was told and handed over the bucket. She didn't even have time to hand it off to Raven, before Raven started puking into it. 

Dirty.  You vomiting.  How disgraceful.   Esther probably gave you this bug.  Millions of tiny germs are crawling in your stomach right now.  I wonder if you'll lose a limb? Oh wait, then your symmetry would be ruined.  We wouldn't want that now, would we?

"Naomi, are you alright?  You're breathing really hard. Are you going to throw up again?"  The thoughts were consuming Raven, eating her alive.  Her head hurt,  She grabbed her head and screamed. "Naomi!  What's wrong!  You're really starting to scare me!"  Raven grabbed the bucket and ran down the hall to the bathroom, vomiting as she went.  She tore through the medicine cupboard , looking for something.  She grabbed the hand sanityzer bottle and took off the lid.  She started pouring it down her throat, trying to cleanse herslef of the germs.  "Naomi! No!"  Esther wrestled the botle out of Raven's hands.  "C'mon!  Let's get you to the nurse!"  "No, I can handle it myself!" Raven screamed back, in tears.  She threw up all of the hand cleaner into the nearby toilet, with Esther watching her in horror. 

"There,  finished." Raven said, relieved.  "I am sorry I scared you, I just freaked out."

"Alright, but please don't do anything like that again.  C'mon, let's get you back into bed."

"Oka-*Vomits*"  Raven fainted, only to be caught by Esther.  Esther grabbed the sick girl and  princess-carried her back to bed.  "Everything will be okay, Raven."

((Sorry. ;c Been busy. ;c))

Daniel looked at the girl sharply. "Do I care?" He sighed, pushing agaisnt the desk. He got out paper, and hastily began to write. Copying the questions, writing down answers. He glanced at Elle, who had stopped writing. "Finish the questions. I'm ready to leave. Or better, just copy the stupid things." This was the most he has said to anyone in a while, but he hated working with someone. Absolutely loathed it. He remembered her comment about how the kid had just bumped into him, and his anger flared. She didn't know jack about him, so she needed to stay out of it. His hand trembled, and he snapped his pencil in two.

He heard the snap and stared. Two pieces, lying on the table. No longer connected. It was how he felt, all the time. Disconnected from the rest of the world. He stood angrily, his chair squeaking backwards in protest as he got up. Daniel stalked to the trash can, dumping in the pieces. He sat back down at glared at Elle. "Any day now." Then, the teacher came over, telling him to clam down and work with Elle, that his illness was no excuse for his disrespect. Well that almost set him off, but he just grumbled, and sank in his chair. Ready for the day to end, ready to get out of this damnable place.

((I'm sorry it's short, my brain is dead from math. ;c))

Kamen Deere was always the boy in the background of the clas.s, playing with string and writing sad stories, or working furiously on whatever the teacher had told him to. He was slight boy, with a bright green, carefully kept mop of hair. You couldn't really tell anyhting else about his face, except that it was lean and fair, and that his eyes were a bright, ice blue. His form was thin, but with enough muscling to be attracive, not bulky. Almost all the clothes the quiet boy wore were green and black, whether it be stripes of some obscure pattern. White pants were his favorite, rumpling fashionably above grey and black shoes. The reason he was in this stupid place was becuase he wanted to look good. Was that so wrong? Alright, maybe it had been getting a little out of hand lately. Kamen resided at the back of his science clas.s, his long fingers tucked inside black and green striped sleeves. His dyed hair shaded his face as he scribbled notes, his pen producing spiky, messy handwriting.

When the teacher announced group work, Kamen's thin form stiffened, as he looked to his partner, his eyes hardening and growing ever narrower. The girl sitting next to him, Heather St. Clare, was graceful and pretty, with a bad case of bulimia and a huge dose of spite. It was this girl who had offered him some candy just the other day, and that stupid candy, although it looked clear, had stained his lips and tongue a bright, violent shade of purple. Kamen hated this stupid, worthless, idiot. Heather sneered at him, her almond shaped eyes sharp as she purred, "New mask, gras.s head?" Growling, Kamen tugged the silver mask that was molded to his face lower over his thin cheek bones, the curved edges of the covering shielding any of his upper face from view. "Yes it is, you bony b*tch," Kamen spat venomously, the insult coming out louder than he had meant it to, and attracting some attention from the other students. Scribbling faster, Kamen finished the "Partner" worksheet on his own, guessing on problem four and shoving it at Heather. "Write it down, and maybe you won't puke it out this time," He hissed, placing a small, clear candy on his tongue and savouring the sweetness that wrapped itself around his mouth.

Heather just sneered at Kamen, copying his messy answers in picture-perfect calligraphy, shoving his paper back at him with a, "Oh dear, your skin is peeling, at the chin, dear," Kamen's only response to this was to begin hyperventilating, whippinh out a small, square mirror to check every inch of exposed skin on his face and neck, fixing any miniscule 'flaw' he saw, before slipping the mirror back into his pocket with a slight growl. Watching Daniel stalk past him, Kamen sneered at him as well. That boy, no matter how twitchy he got, didn't seem to care what others thought of him, and this was something Kamen envied feircely. Tugging refelexively on the bottom of his mask, Kamen looked at the ceiling, wondering what was wrong with him now. There had to be something. His face under the mask was something he loathed, and he hated himself far more than Heather, or Daniel. Unbeknownst to the boy, Heather was looking at him out of the corner of her eye, a smile curling her lips wickedly, as she snuck out a hand and cought the edge of Kamen's mask in her fingers, removing it in a flash and tossing it to the other side of the room.

It took a moment for Kamen to recognize that his face was no loner covered, but when he did, he hunched over immediately, his hands over his face as he rocked back and forth, cursing Heather from Heaven to Hell and back again. Heather smiled cruelly, watching Kamen murmer to himself, a sliver of fair sking and a bright blue eye all that was visible through the tightly clasped hands. "Whoops," She whispered, putting her feet on the desk, and laughing quietly.

Kamen's silver mask had flown through the air, and landed squarely in the center of the back of Daniel's skull, the heavy covering striking his head with considerable force. It clattered to the flor with a metallic ring, for it was made of metal, and a rather heavy kind at that. Heather put her hwead down and began writing, ingnoring the rocking Kamen next to her.

((Thjat's alright. Mine will most likely be short too.))

Kira flinched at his voice and began to scribble even faster, her head feeling hot as he pressured her multiple times. Each time she flinched down and whimpered a bit, he didn't help. it just made her write so fast it was illegible. It actually took olonger, as she had a rather dry eraser. It took a long time to erase everything, and the squeaking made her twitchy. She tapped on the desk with her finger as she closed her eyes and gave a deep breath, trying to calm down. She was just about to open her eyes and continue more clamly when he snapped the final time at her.

She didn't care that he had broken a pencil, or that most of the kids had already filed out of the cla.ssroom, done with their a.ssignment. Apparently they all had easy partners. All but her. Her Eyes burned through her thick black bangs, giving him a long death glare. She then slammed her fist down on the desk. A cracking sound was made as she cracked through the wood. She gritted her teeth, and then it came. "Just because everyone else is done it dosen't mean I'm perfect! I can't Cater to your every whim! Your not a floating black cat, are you?! No! I don't have to do anything you say!" She shouted. Her voice was surrpsingly loud for her fragile frame. Then she heard it again. The cat. Laughing at her, joking with the other demons that tormented her about being worthless, pathetic, and anything in that nature. She then dropped to her knees and broke out crying, sobbing violently. Her whole body shook as she held her hands on her head.

OoC: Thanks for keeping on going, guys :) Sorry I can't get on for a while. Stupid school! D<