Mocking Bird discussion

((This dorm is reserved to Jasmine(Raven), Juliet(Bianca), B-B-M(Cheshire) and K.B.(Sera).

If you want a dorm, please post your request in the request folder.))

mhm :3

Jasmine walked into the empty dorm and sat down on one of the beds.

"Alone," she murmured. "Always alone."

She layed down and looked up at the ceiling, remebering the words her father had said so many years ago....
Daddy!
Go Jasmine.
But, Daddy please. I want to he-
Leave! I work alone...

(uhh you can invite people into this group so you wont be alone in this room :) ok?)

((hehe. okay))

((we actualy like need more people to join :p))

((yes.....i need dorm mates!!!! *starts to sob* lol jk))

((Other people who aren't part of this dorm can come in too,you know.))

((oh yeah....))

((start RP...ing...?))

Blackthorn walked in and looked around, and only seeing Raven ((Is that your RP name?)) in the corner she said, "Do you have any roommates?"

*walks in after Blackthorn* "its kinda empty here aint it"

((yeah, thts my rp name))

"No, I don't have any roommates. And yeah, pretty empty."

"we are going to fix that soon...hopefully"

"I can move in here with you instead. It'd be much more quiet. Maybe i could even start thinking normally again."

"Not thinking normally?" Raven asked. "Maybe I could help."
She grinned evily and her aura bloomed around her red, then it faded and the vaguest scent of cinnamon hung in the air.
"Just kidding."

Juliet wrote: ""I can move in here with you instead. It'd be much more quiet. Maybe i could even start thinking normally again.""

((your going to leave me D:?!!))

((Possibly, lol))

"I meant that everyone's thinking too loud. Minus two people would really lighten things up. What do you say?" She asked the last question hopefully to Raven, her mind bursting with Meadow's horrible reaction.

Raven pretended to think this over, although the answer had readily come to her lips after the questioin was asked.
"Sure," she agreed. "As long as you don't mind the smell of cinnamon."

"Cinnamon's fine as long as you don't make it loud." She grinned and leaned on the wall, happy that most of her troubles were gone.
"Oh...i'll have to go break the news to my other dorm.."

Juliet slipped out of the room, but was back in less than a minute with her things.
"That, erm, went well." She said with a grim expression. "Which bunk is yours?" She asked Raven, motioning toward the beds.

!!!!>.

"I'll take a bottom bunk. And did it really?" she added.

"I don't know, i kind of just ran out of there before anything could happen." She grinned again and took the top bunk, pushing her stuff in the cube shelves in the wall.

"Nice," Raven said, grinning with Blackthorn.
"When in doubt, run out."

"Hmm, never heard that rhyme before." Turning on her music, Juliet put on her headphones and layed back on her pillow.

Raven continued to grin and layed back down on her bed. The covers, pitch black with flecks of white, was soft and warm. It seemed to call to her, encouraging her to rest her head and sleep. To rest her head and escape from the real world for a little while. The thought was inviting, and she almost couldn't resist.

"Not now," Raven murmured to herself. She pulled out her laptop from her bag and turned it on. She drummed her fingers on the keyboard as she waited for it to load, her black nails softly hitting the keys. Although she wanted to rest and escape, there was an important email she had to send, and an important chat she had to have. Possibly, an important video chat.

"Who are you sending that to?" Blackthorn called out in the darkness, eyebrows raised. "I'm not death."

Even though it was probably personal, she already would have found out if she wanted to or not, the harder way.

"Get used to it." She added silently to Raven.

Raven cursed slightly under her breath.

"Hmm," she mused. "Maybe it would've been better to be alone."

She grinned slightly to herself.

"A...therapist, or psychiatrist," she murmured softly. "I guess you could say I have some....issues."

"I'm begging you," Juliet said with no sign of emotion, "not to make me go back into my old dorm. It was like having to listen to twelve different radio stations at once...all of them on full blast." She added.

"I won't ask you if you don't ask me." Blackthorn decided finally, after a minute of thinking.

A therapist? She would probably find out why soon enough...

"I'll try," she said grinning. "But my thoughts do like to wander, and where they will go I cannot say."

"M'kay." She yawned, her eyelids falling shut.

Bianca's breathing slowed and her hand loosened its grip, making her music player fall to the floor.
Absentmindedly, almost like a reflex, she grumbled angrily clamping her hands over her aching ears.

Swearing to herself, Bianca took her time falling back into a paper thin sleep.

Monique's eyes followed Bianca's music player as it tumbled to the floor. She didn't say anything, figuring that Bianca had realized it had fell.
Her laptop finally loaded, and now that it was up and running, Monique knew it wuld no longer be slow. She deliberatley typed slowly, dreading what lie ahead.
Much too soon she found herself clicking the chat button. Unfortunately her "friend" was logged in, as promised.
Although Monique didn't type anything in, she knew that Dr. ---- would notice the icon saying that she was on. Sure enough, a chat popped up.

'Ready?', it read.

"I'll never be ready," she grumbled. Still she wearily typed the words, 'Sure.' into the chat box.
But she didn't fool him.

'This will take time.'

"No duh," she mumbled to herself, but now that she was on she couldn't leave. She slowly began typing, and her speed increased. There was lots to tell.

Bianca tossed and turned in her bed.
She's never had nightmare's before, only seen ones of others...

But this one was obviously hers.

She bolted upright, gasping for the empty air. Her forehead was cold with sweat, and her eyes were still tightly shut like she was trapped inside the bad dream.

Monique heard the stirring of Bianca, and decided to see what was up.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.

"I'm fine." Bianca replied quickly, her throat sore and rough.
She jumped out of her bed slowly and grabbed a half-empty water bottle from her desk, gulping it all down.

"I'm fine..." She repeated more quietly.

Monique nodded, not quite believeing.

"Okay." She went back to typing on her keyboard. Her chat still wasn't over.

'And how does that make you feel?'

'Why do you guys always say that?!' she typed quickly and angrily. Again she was having a chat she wished she could skip.

"Gee, if your so mad at your computer, why don't you just throw it out the window." Bianca joked, staring as she typed the keyboard hard.
She looked back at the bed and said, "I won't be getting any more sleep tonight..."

"Because I can't," Raven said darkly. "I do that I loose my computer, the chat ends, and the next time I have a stupid chat it'll have to be even longer!"

"Who're you talking to?" Bianca asked, eyebrows raised.
She walked over the Raven's (Is it Raven or Monique, cuz i'm kind of confused?) bed side, and looked over her shoulder to see the conversation.

((hehe. i just realized i keep switching it. im gonna stick to Raven cuz im scared of memories, and my actual name will bring back some, so Raven))

"My stupid therapist," Raven grumbled.

((Cool ^-^))

"I see..." She answered, sitting back down.
Intruding on someone while they're talking about their personal life wasn't something Bianca was proud of. Or anything she was able to stop from happening, most of the time.

"Yeah. Sucks really, but apparently this is very neccessary."
Raven snorted. Although she tried to act like she didn't care, she remebered that Bianca could read her thoughts anyway.
"And I'm afraid that it is ," Raven whispered.

"Mm-hmm." She answered. Bianca was now leaning on the two back legs of her chair, feet on a desk and arms behind her head.

She shut er eyes and said, "You don't need to tell me if you don't want to. Sometimes i can't really hear your thoughts, only sense them. But at other times..." She trailed off, sure that Raven knew what she meant.

Raven nodded. "Yeah," she mumbled.

"And I wouldn't mind telling you, but it might bring back memories and...." She trailed off, shivering a bit.

Her forehead creased, but Bianca said nothing.

She shuffled in her pockets, and then stood up in a flash.
"Where's my ipod?" She asked, slightly panicked.

If Meadow took it again, i swear i'm going to...

"Didn't it land on the floor?" Raven asked, glad for the change of subject.

"It did?" She asked dumbly, kneeling on the ground and pushing things aside.

"Oh."
She grabbed the black ipod under the bed and looked at it suspiciously, as if it might be bugged.

Raven nodded and happily closed her laptop.

"One chat down," she said cheerfully.
"Who knows how many more to go," she added mournfully.

Bianca smiled and nodded, but when she turned back to the ipod, her hair raised on end and she chucked the ipod across the room.

"There was a spider on it." She said simply, as if it explained everything.