Gardener’s Academy of Exceptional Young People -W, Willow House setting

[NOiSE]

“Welcome to Gardener’s Academy of Exceptional Young People. Here at the academy, our students are a fine example of perfection. They are the smartest, brightest and most polite and well-behaved youth you will ever find, and nothing ever goes wrong at the academy.” That is what it says as you read the brochure. It is both true and sickeningly false. Sure, the education is top class, and all the students are impressively intelligent, but they are forced into their polite ways. The school is a prison, some kinds are hear because they were smart, but bad, some are hear because there parents just do not want to bother with them, and a select few chose to come here. Girls and boys are separated, there is absolutely NO talking allowed between them, to make matters worse they are all in co-ed classed. Salt on the wound. No one misbehaves out of fear of punishment, and you only know rumors of what that punishment is. You disappear if you misbehave, and you do not come back quite the same.

Eyes are everywhere, cameras watch everything and a select clique of pet dogs reports any tiny infraction anyone makes, they are the head’s dogs, the students that actually believe in the nonsense of the academy. What will you do? Sit in silence, rebel, or be a dog yourself. You’ll find out eventually, cause you’re here now, you’ve been put in the Willow house, your dorm in which you eat, sleep, and have classes. Your room is the only private place you have, and only you are allowed in it.

CHARACTER APP
NAME:
AGE: (14-19)
YEAR: (first years are 14-15 second years are 15-16-17 third years are 16-17-18 and fourth years are 18-19)
GENDER:
APPEARANCE:
PERSONALITY:
REASON FOR PLACEMENT: (why are you in the academy?)
HISTORY:

[Liah]

NAME: Lucy Windsor
AGE: 18
YEAR: Third Year
GENDER: Female
APPEARANCE: Lucy is quite stunning upon first glance, mostly because her turquoise eyes. Not only are they a vivid colour but her eyes are wide and bright, framed with dark, thick lashes. Her hair is a chocolatey brown colour and hangs just to past her shoulder blades. Naturally wavy, she tends to straighten it most days, preferring the look. Her lips are full and generally glossed over in a soft pink shade. Standing at about 5'6'', she's not short, but isn't all that tall either. Her body is slim and slender though, which makes her quite a tall, skinny thing. Her feet are small and dainty, being a mere 5 and half. Her face is expressive but she rarely smiles, having a much better time smirking at people. Her looks are almost always sarcastic.
PERSONALITY: A naturally sarcastic girl, Lucy tends to find pleasure in making smart comments or jokes, most times at the expense of others. Thus, she and her brother both have their own humour, though hers tends to be a bit more harsh. Generally, she's quite nice and fun though. She likes to be with people and party, tending to be a bit on the rebellious side. She's not too fond of authority but has learnt to put up with it to an extent. She pushes her limits as far as she can go, but can get rather emotional if she gets yelled at. She doesn't put up with not being able to speak with her brother and is often being reprimanded for it.
REASON FOR PLACEMENT: Her father happens to be the heir of the English crown. Sucks to be her.
HISTORY: Born August 13, 1990, Lucy was the eldest of three children, triplets, born to the wife of the heir of England. Her sister, Claire, and her were seemingly identical from birth, but her brother, Chaz, being a boy, fraternal. The three grew up surrounded by nursemaids and three days after their third birthday their mother passed away. The three children were then raised by their father in Windsor castle, who loved the three dearly but had to spend most of his free time studying beneath his father, the king. Claire, distraught by the lack of attention from their father fled the castle one night, leaving Chaz and Lucy by themselves. Both of them were torn up and upon their rebellion after she left, were sent to the academy. The current king is frail and his death is almost imminent.

NAME: Chaz "Charles" Windsor
AGE: 18
YEAR: Third Year
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Though Chaz is fraternal to both Claire and Lucy this doesn't mean he doesn't look like them. He has the same curly brown hair as both of the girls, a trait inherited by their mother. He wears his hair fairly long for a boy, letting it curl around his face in gentle waves. He has his mother's dark brown eyes though, a difference from both his sisters. His face is more rounded compared to Lucy's slim face, and over all Chaz looks much more like his father. A tall boy, he stands at just about 6', and his body matches that. With broad shoulders, and a chiselled upper body, he's quite well built. He's always clean shaven and tends to not let stubble grow on his face, which leaves him with quite a youthful appearance. He, along with his sister, tends to dress quite classy, in collared shirts and nice slacks or jeans.
PERSONALITY: Chaz is next in line to the crown, once his father receives it, but he doesn't want it. The idea of having all that responsibility scares Chaz and he doesn't want to have to act so "proper". His education is much more rigorous than his sister's and his reprimands are much stricter should he step out of line. He hates the academy, hating the structure and rigidity. He's naturally an amicable guy, extremely funny and quite a bit of a prankster, but here at the academy he's been suppressed and so has fallen into a bit of a depression. He yearns to have his sister at his side as a friend, but such nonsense is not allowed here in the academy.
REASON FOR PLACEMENT: His father happens to be the heir of the English crown.
HISTORY: Born August 13, 1990, Chaz was the youngest of three children, triplets, born to the wife of the heir of England. His sisters Claire, and Lucy were seemingly identical from birth, but Chaz, being a boy, fraternal. The three grew up surrounded by nursemaids and three days after their third birthday their mother passed away. The three children were then raised by their father in Windsor castle, who loved the three dearly but had to spend most of his free time studying beneath his father, the king. Claire, distraught by the lack of attention from their father fled the castle one night, leaving Chaz and Lucy by themselves. Both of them were torn up and upon their rebellion after she left, were sent to the academy. The current king is frail and his death is almost imminent.

[NOiSE]

NAME: Allan Lucian Arai
AGE: 17
YEAR: Second Year
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE: Allan is a thin, long, and uninteresting in appearance. He has pale brown hair, pale brown eyes, and an average skin tone. He is all around particularly plain, in his own eyes and the eyes of his father at least. He actually favors on the side of good looking, but pessimism makes him feel otherwise.

PERSONALITY: Whimsical and dark, Allan is philosophical, but usually in a negative way. Despite such he gives off a mysterious romanticism, and is deep down a hopeless romantic himself. He becomes extremely depressive under pressure.
REASON FOR PLACEMENT: Allan’s father is a politician, and therefore must have the image of being perfect. Though smart, Allan is far from perfect. He smokes quite regularly, and had a bad mouth for authority. Allan was sent to the academy to be ‘re-educated’ as his father put it, also to remove Allan from his friends from ‘the wrong side of the tracks’
HISTORY: Allan enjoyed a childhood of mediocrity he spent reading. All his reading gave him an intelligence his father both lacked and resented. The growing gap between them eventually led to Allan running away from home. This two-year exodus had him making friends with street kids, keeping a stray dog, and dwelling into his philosophical isolation. It reached its climax when he was finally tracked down sitting in the middle of nowhere with his dog, lost in a self-induced depressive trance.

[NOiSE]

It was bright in the morning, and early-morning orange light filtered through the blinds of the near-empty dorm room. Being one of plain necessity, almost nothing had changed about the room since it gained its new border. Same uncomfortable white bed, same brown dresser beside it, same desk in the far corner. All that had changed was a pile of less than clean clothes in the corner under the window, as well as a few odds and ends laying about the floor. There was a cheap alarm clock buzzing like mad on the dresser, and an unshifting lump under the white sheets.

The buzz became unbearable, and a long arm reached out and slammed it off. Slowly the sheets retracted and Allan appeared, curling up in a lazy sitting position. He let out a dramatized sigh, squinting at the light filtering into his room. He laid his head against the back wall, he was up early, and he always got up early, because it gave him time to think. With his eyes wandering blankly and his head tilted back, he took a cigarette from his hidden stash, lit it with his lighter, and let the smoke filter through the room as his mind wandered. As he took his last drag, he stretched out and stood up. He tossed the butt down the vent.

Allan dressed himself in the school’s men’s uniform, black dress pants and white dress shirt with a black tie. He wore the tie loose against regulation, but he got away with it, seeing as he did not get caught doing much else wrong. He slowly laced up his scuffed black dress shoes. His were in the worst condition of the whole dorm. Meaning they were just well worn in the long run. Finally, giving one final stretch he lazily wandered out his door and down the dorm hallways.

[Liah]

Lucy What's wrong with me? Why do I feel like this? I'm going crazy now No more gas, in the rig, can't even get it started Nothing heard, nothing said, can't even speak about it On my life, on my head, don't wanna think about it Feels like I'm going insane, yeah The noise drifted in and out of Lucy's unconsciousness, her dream like self prancing about in a field of daisies. The noise started off as a quiet buzzing in her ears and she swatted the air around her, trying to get whatever insect was droning in her ears to shut up. The insect began to talk though and Lucy blinked, her eyes finally opening as she realised her cell phone was ringing and vibrating on her night stand. She bolted into a sitting position throwing her arm out to grab her phone before it vibrated itself off the small table. It was too late though, and so Lucy threw herself onto the floor with reckless abandon to retrieve the singing piece of plastic. Finally she found it and, clutching it to her chest, rolled onto her back and flipped it open. The music stopped and Lucy breathed out a sigh of utmost relief. She held the small pink phone tightly, sitting up slowly and looking towards the door. Nothing, thank God. She wasn't really supposed to have a phone, or be playing music so early. But, certain luxuries were necessities. She put the phone back onto her night stand and stood up, stretching and then falling back onto her bed. Too much exertion... After laying in her bed for another five minutes or so, Lucy finally forced herself to get up. She toed the floor, finally finding her slippers, and slipped her feet into them. Standing up and stretched again, her green cotton night gown ruffling as she moved. She shuffled her way over to the dresser, opening the top drawer and throwing a clean pair of panties behind her, and then socks. Frowning at her inability to wear anything pretty, she walked to her closet, pulling out a neatly pressed kilt on a hanger. Black, how dreary. She took it off and threw it in a lump on her bed with the socks and underwear, and then pulled out a three-quarter length white collared shirt which a black tie hung around. How lovely. She threw it, hanger and all onto her bed and fell backwards onto the end, the duvet puffing up around her. Her room was quite orderly, considering it's usual mess. It had been quite chaotic in her first months of living in the dorms - no cleaning lady, or children's maid to follow her around and pick up after her. After realising she couldn't stand the mess, Lucy tidied it all up and has tried to keep it neat, which of course, didn't usually work. She swung her legs around, kicking off her slippers and hearing the satisfying 'thud' as they hit the wall on the other side of her small room. The sun was beginning to beam in through her window. She had to get ready, blah. She changed quickly, pulling on her shirt and kilt, and then attaching her tie. And now the socks... She pulled the pair of socks from each other and hiked them up her legs. Lime green; how fitting. It was a nice contrast with the black, at least. She pulled the knee highs up her legs, finally grabbing her patin Mary Jane's and doing them up over the cotton fabric. "You don't look half bad," she spoke to herself, standing before a full length mirror. Turning around, she grabbed a small straightening iron that lay behind her on her desk and straightened a few locks of her hair. Setting it back down, she grabbed eyeliner and lip gloss, carefully applying both. "Tada!" she smirked, twirling around and then hiking her skirt up a bit. If she couldn't wear what she wanted, she'd make the best of what she could. Grabbing a black beret, she popped it on her head, cocking it sideways and headed out the door. Chaz "Go. Away." His voice was low, angry and heavily laden with sleep. The knocking continued and Chaz pulled his pillow down further over his ears, trying to will the noise to end. He was not interested. The knocking persisted, and finally, reaching his arm out, Chaz grabbed his small, metal alarm clock and threw it, aiming it at the door. Eyes closed, and hidden, the clock missed it's mark, smashing into the side of the wall and creating a large, red dent. The knocking stopped and Chaz took a deep breath, his arms relaxing around him. Finally, thank the Lord. He pulled his head out from under the pillow, lying it back gently on top of the navy blue fabric. Pulling his blankets up around him, he settled back down to sleep. As he was slowly falling back into his reverie a giant crash sounded. He sat upright, rubbing sleep from his eyes, seeing the light now flooding through his room and his door, hanging precariously off one hinge, open. A large man stood before it, wiping the dust off his black suit. He placed a pair of sunglasses onto his face and entered Chaz's room. "It's time to get up kid," he said, walking to his closet and beginning to pull his uniform out. Chaz groaned, falling back onto his bed. "Lemme alone," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow. The man walked over to the bed and, grabbing Chaz by the back of his shirt, pulled him out. He wriggled for a moment, being set on his feet, and then collapsed back onto the bed. "No." The man shook his head. "Arms up," he said in his low gruff voice. After a few seconds had gone by and Chaz still hadn't done so, he grabbed both of his hands, and by force, removed his shirt from his body. "Get dressed or I'll do it for you, like you're a baby. Which is quite befitting considering your lack of personal care." Clearly fed up with the boy's antics, he walked towards the door. "You have five minutes to get ready or you're going to class in whatever state I find you in, be it half clothed, or nothing. I'm serious Charles." He closed the door with a slam, and it hung on the wall, leaving a gap between the door jam and the wood. "Bollocks," he muttered, pulling the long sleeved dress shirt onto his body. He didn't want to go to classes, not in the least. This was dumb, this was stupid... half of the kids were blithering knobs anyways. His mind wandered back to a few days prior, the younger boy, Stewart, insisting on telling him about the physics of the universe. Gah! He used to hate kids like him and now he was constantly surrounded by them. Sure, there were a few kids who weren't oddballs, but there weren't that many. Finally he was dressed, and he pulled a pair of black lace up dress shoes onto his feet. He was just about to lace them up when the man, his body guard and tutor, McCafrey, re-entered the room. "God damnit, I'm almost ready! Just give me a minute," Chaz yelled, hurrying to tie the laces. McCafrey chuckled, squatting down so he was at eye level with the boy. "Just bringing you your mail. Here," he handed Chaz a small manilla envelope with no return on it. "It's safe, we already checked it," he nodded and left. Chaz blinked. Since when had he gotten mail? He lifted the flap, stuffing his hand in a pulling out two long cords. It took him a minute to realise what he was holding - lime green shoe laces. He could hardly contain his laughter, and he held up the envelope to his noise. Burberry. Of course. He kicked off his shoes, and pulled out the laces, tying them back up with the green. Shoving his feet in, he had just finished tying them back up hen McCafrey reopened the door. "Time to go bud, get a crack on it. Breakfast. Can't have little Chazzy here hungry, can we?" Chaz's mood of melancholy returned instantly and, glaring at the man, wandered out, sulking to the dining hall. In front of him, in the hall way was a younger boy whom Chaz didn't really recognise, though he had seen him around before. He was quiet and withdrawn a bit, and in one of the younger years, though he looked about the same age, if not a year or two younger. McCafrey moved in front of Chaz and he rolled his eyes, as McCafrey tried to move ahead of the younger boy. "Ey! We don't have to push ahead, just be patient old guy," he said, grabbing the cuff of McCafrey's blazer. He blinked, looking back at his ward, and quirked a brow. Generally Chaz didn't care all that often when he tried to move them forward.

[Zeety]

Name Kimberly Hustern Age: 17 Years Year: Third Year Gender: Female Appearance: Kim is a typical sort of girl. While she has no maginificant looks to go upon, instead she is the ordinary, plain sort of girl, while not a monster of looks she is neither a magnificance in looks. Her long blode hair flows straight and undetered to a length a little byond her shoulders. Her eyes, a soft yet at times seemingly piercing blue, flecked with silvery gray. In stature and figure she is not like those beautiful girls that stand ahead of her in many aspects she is not unlike. Her shape is gentle, lightly curved at the hips and chest without ever being either skeletol nor over curved. Her skin is again generally very plain, not white, though it has been said to go white at times of nervousness or illness, but nor is she tanned. Her skin is natural of an english girl, and as such it generally stays. Personality: Never having been really the popular sort of person she has never really had the confidence needed to overcome those of the 'popular race'. She is nervous and shy of strangers like can be expected and would rather sit alone and get on with something than join a conversation with her class mates being that she generally fears them. She relies much so on her brains, but being healthy she is also quite sporty, though while good at it she never particuarly liked it. Instead she sits with her laptop and gets on with some work or occupies herself with studies and writing. Once she knows someone she is quick to become close to them, though more nervous of boys than girls having never actually had any sort of relationship with a boy further than father or brother she often finds herself struggling in that area. Reason for Placement: Kimberly didn't want to go onto further education, instead she wanted to start work and get herself out into the world as soon as she finished with school. Her parents had other ideas and sent her off, they tried to bargain with her, but she remained un-swayed and ended up being sent here. History: From a very young age she knew she didn't fit in. She was born a twin and lived in a quiet area no where near towns or cities. It was a quiet village not well known and even in this place in the small, tight-knit school she didn't really fit in. In nursery she spent most of her time alone, sitting at a small desk away from the other children and drawing. Through much of her school life it went this way. When Kim went to secondary school things changed slightly, while she still did a lot of drawing in her lessons she now had a group of friends, all of which were considered by the other children to be social rejects like herself. It was something she accepted gratefully, and soon she developed a taste for company and friendship and her circle slowly grew. As time passed she found more friends, but strangers always took time to admit to knowing and being friends with her. During her third year of school she started to work, she created business websites for small companies and with this managed to contribute to the funds of her struggling family and chose the web-designing and creating business as a career. As she grew she found her nervousness drew her to power and it was decided one year when she was fifteen years old that she wanted a puppy, so later that year she bought herself a Doberman puppy. It was raised to obey her every whim and even intimidate those she told it to. It was as she had always dreamed and soon she planned on moving out to persue her career, but her parents wanted her to take further education.

[Zeety]

In her slightly strange ways had spent her first few days, those in which she had no classes to attend, sleeping on a mat on the floor. She felt it strange to have been sent to the school with so little time left to spend in it, but her parents had seemed to think it ideal, so there she was. She had sprawled across the mat with the knitted blanked her grandmother had made her bunched up untidily over her and her hair spread like tangled grass over her face and pillow. Conciousness was not really something she had at this point, dispite the radio going on the draws beside her mat. Instead she lay in her sleep dreaming of her own home where her parents had no rule over her and her own job where she was free to work and take her money to keep for herself. Where she was allowed to keep Disodo with her always. But deep inside she knew she wasn't in her own house with her own money and that Disodo was far away, so she couldn't rub the fur behind his ears or rely on him to wake her with his barks and kisses when her radio started playing each morning at seven. At last she stirred, due to a particuarly annoying man doing a particuarly annoyingly loud broadcast at the early hour. Her eye lids slowly lifted to let in the light and she whimpered softly with the pain of the ajustment. A heavy sigh heaved in her chest and suddenly a long thin arm lifted and a long thin finger pressed fiercely at a button on the radio, the man's voice was cut out and her body slowly began to lift beneath the blanket. The air outside her bed was cold and goosebumps ran up her arms and sent shivers through her bodice. Kimberly took in the room, the dim winter light, other than that misty morning feel she might not have known it to be morning, but for some reason the light was on. She looked towards the switch, no one there. Perhaps she had left it on. Oh well, what does it matter now? She pulled herself up and with a surprising amount of energy she dashed into the small bathroom that branched off from her room. From outside came the sound of running water, teeth being brushed, a quick shower and she emerged again wrapped up in a towel. Soon enough she was dried and almost dressed, just pulling on her trousers. Her hair had been dried and once fully clothed she dropped her rump onto the mat, grabbed a brush and ran it through her hair. Her first day of lessons was here, her first meeting with peers and of course she was nervous, but in a strange way she felt as ready for it as she would ever get. Dressed, washed, of course she didn't wear make-up but she did as normal and felt herself as good as she was going to get. Not lesson time yet though, breakfast time. Her steps were cautious, slightly apprehensive as she took to the door, stepped outside and used her room key to lock the door before pushing it into the pocket of her blazer and making her way towards the dinner hall.

[azure]

NAME: Jeff Asakawa
AGE: 17
YEAR: Second
GENDER: Male, of course.
APPEARANCE: His hair is black and super-messy. His face looks very Japanese, and he's an easy smiler. He's tall and athletic-looking. Lots of girls consider him sexy, however he's "untouchable" simply because he talks to nobody. Jeff and Annabel have the same basic facial structure, but
PERSONALITY: Jeff was quite the extrovert and socialite brother, until he turned to his current love of hacking. He's withdrawn a lot since then, and doesn't trust many people. Jeff tends to think he's doing the right thing. He's stubborn and considered sexy by many girls.
REASON FOR PLACEMENT: tag-team hacking with his sister Annabel. They hacked their school mainframe and changed around grades, students, basically created chaos....right around the change in semesters. It took weeks to correct the damage and the principal suggested Gardener's.
HISTORY: Jeff has a long history of trouble, notably tagging, until he discovered hacking-and-entering at age thirteen. Then he started slow, hacking into the bullies' school accounts, next email accounts...etc. When he started eighth grade, he was taking algebra two and a computer science class. A recipe for trouble -- he learned how to program a computer to make it do his bidding.



NAME: Annabel Asakawa
AGE: 15
YEAR: Second
GENDER: Female, of course.
APPEARANCE: image here~ Her hair is long and black, her eyes are baby-blue. Annabel and her brother Jeff are half Asian, and while Jeff looks like he is, Annabel looks very much more American. She is five feet three inches tall, and constantly annoyed by her height. Annabel has a clear complexion, and usually wears her hair down. It's parted on the right side. She has the same basic facial structure as Jeff, but she's quite slim and has a few curves, but not much. Her chest is rather small, but she looks graceful (almost like a ballet dancer) and she likes the way she looks....No bad body image here!
PERSONALITY: She tends to be an introverted person, she'd much rather be alone than with a group of people. Being around a few people is better than a lot of people, and it's better if she knows them. She had a boyfriend, Austin, but they broke up when she decided to help her brother. When she isn't near a computer, she can usually be found with a manga in her hands. She reads voraciously, and enjoys role-playing. Annabel knows she was sent to Gardener's only because of a thing called "guilt by association". She only helped Jeff with the things he didn't know...and she wrote the basic code to hack the mainframe. Annabel gets mad pretty easily, but only if you touch certain subjects. Others that you think will get her angry might not. Annabel enjoys
REASON FOR PLACEMENT: tag-team hacking with her brother Jeff. They hacked their school mainframe and changed around grades, students, basically created chaos....right around the change in semesters. It took weeks to correct the damage and the principal suggested Gardener's.
HISTORY: Annabel has always liked programming. She taught herself and her brother how to code when she was eleven years old. Annabel's always been better than Jeff at it, but he doesn't mind.



How they got in:
He was talked into hacking the mainframe by the girl he liked. She told him, "Jeff, if you want me to be your girlfriend, you need to prove it. I've heard about your talents, hack into the mainframe and change my grades. Up, not down. And if you want you can take a few people out of any classes I'm slated for -- especially Brad Thompson."
Jeff talked Annabel into helping him, and she relished the challenge. It was mostly her code that got them in, but it was Jeff who worked within the mainframe, laying the codework that would move around many people (he decided to shuffle them all about randomly) and change grades (all random except for his, a few friends', Annabel's, and the girl's).
They were caught because they didn't mask their IP address. Oops. They were arrested, tried, and found guilty. Their principal suggested that they go to Gardener's, rather than juvenile hall. The judge agreed, and that was their sentence. Graduate from Gardener's.


Disclaimer: If nothing much is stated personality-wise it is because they are both still in the early stages of personality development. Heh

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