Dr. Maronkep's school for the mentally unstable (cleaned up

(( EHH?! wehhh?! bu- wha- WEEH?!))


that kick seemed to snap Lucius out of his spasm he got up and coughed "umm thank.. you? I think?" He then brushed himself off and walked to the entrance of the school

((whaat? you happy now?))

soon, everyone was in the dining room, on one end of a very long table. there were little place cards with there names, to.


the seating order was: lucius Laurel charlotte
..................................August Milo cole


Milo sat down, sqirming a little bit when she realized August was sitting next to her. sand then she frowned. the other place card next to her said Cole. no.... she thought I'm not sure what to think. On one hand, there's August, who's just makes me feel odd. on the other side is Cole, and I don't like his atitude. Your sitting acoss from Laurel to...she's interesting. and then there's Charlotte....haven't really met her. and Lucius, who had some sort of attack in the courtyard just now. hmmmmm.



((NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME TO POST YOUR OPINION OF OTHER PEOPLE'S CHARACTORS.....))

((and no, mrs. neimanered just likes calling fitness other things.))

August smiled to himself, fancy dinners he was good at. Mentally unstable children such as himself, (though he doesn't know that) were not where he got his A pluses.

Laurel touched Cole's foot accidentally.
"Sorry." She murmured, and stared at her plate. These ones might not be as easy as she hoped.

Cole smiled conceitedlly to himself. Laurel and Charlotte, definately would be worth the trouble. Milo was too skinny and to boyish. The August kid looked vulnerable, that was good. and Lucius....he hadn't made his mind up about him yet.

Lucius sat next to laurel picking at his food (( there is food right?)), Lucius didn't know what to think of laurel, from what he noticed, she was that type of person that wanted to fit in, but didn't know how. Lucius glanced pass Laurel, looking at august out of all the people there I think August was the only person that he would be able to stand, he hasn't insulted or hurt anyone so far and has been quiet almost this whole time
'why is he even here for?' he thought to himself.

((there is food. teriyaki chicken, to be exact.))

Cole looked up. "So." he said, loudly, with a dominant tone in his voice.

"YEAH." Laurel said back, loudly. August winced at the noise and, staring intently at Milo's plate hissed
"FOGY. DON'T. YOU. DARE. LICK. HER. FOOD. -.-"

"fogy?" qeuried Milo.

"...Yes. I told him not to lick your food. You don't want drool-covered food, do you?"

"No...." said Milo, looking a little confused. "So Wait...Fogy?'

"is fogy a pet of yours?" Lucius said trying to sound as polite as possible

Laurel slid her shoe up Lucius's leg. Smirking a bit to herself. August turned broght red. not like you could tell, though.
"Ehh- err-sure. A pet"

Milo shrugged "you okay, August?" she said.

"I'm just....hungry?" August said questioningly, hoping she wouldn't look at his full plate.

Lucius took a quick glance at Laurel, then turned to his plate, and picked at a piece of chicken

Laurel stuck her tongue out. That didn't work too well.

((I was told to do that. I'm sorry.))

"You've barely eaten anything....did you get sent here because you starve yourself or something?" said Milo, trying to sound genuinely sincere and not just wry.

"....Nah...I'm just.." August poked the piece of chicken with his fork. "I'm just not sure what this is..."

"I think it's cheap cavier.....I've had the stuff before...."

"It smells revolting."

Milo smirked " it smells like something that's not lunchables. it smells lovely."

"Not compared to what I eat." August mumbled and poked it with a fork.

Milo looked offended. "I doubt you've ever been locked in your own room because your parents don't want tyou to hurt people. I bet you got to go out and have relationships, and wear nice clothing, and watch plays, and go to school with out being teased because you aren't albino and you don't have the pleasure of seeing people's head imploding when the meds wear off."

"My mother killed herself when I was five. I saw the whole thing. I've only met my father twice, once at my mother's funeral, and then again when he sent me here. I wasn't allowed to go to public school, I had a tutor. The butler, Clyde, is my only friend. Until now, I was never let off the grounds of the estate. That's almost as bad as being confined to a room. There's only so much one can do to entertain oneself."