The Misfits (Beginners;;Closed)

[Ivy]

Plot:
Holgate Military School was essentially a jail. A large boarding school surrounded by daunting stone walls, electric fences, guard towers, and nothing but forest in it for the next twenty miles, a hundred miles to any major city. Parents sent their misfit teens that they deemed hopeless there. Being a very expensive military school, each kid came from a wealthy background- generally being one of the first in their family tree to ever fail. Holgate was strict, proud, and virtually impossible to escape. Yet- some believe nothing's impossible. This band of misfits all arrived at Holgate around the same time, three months ago, and decided they wanted to cut their trip short. So here's to the group of misfits that vow to escape, and will stop at nothing to regain their lives.

Character Template:
Name:
Gender/Age:
Personality:
History:

[Ivy]

Name: Janet Noland
Gender/age: female/17
History: Janet's father has been in congress for as long as she can remember. Her mother is the superintendent of her school district. Being an only child in a very strict and cold household, Paige learned to keep her tongue in check, her head down and her priorities straight. It was a lot of pressure for a girl who had to keep up her parent's image at all times. Eventually stress began to build up, she and her parents began to fight more and more as she entered her teen years. Her depression was eminent, and no amount of counseling her parents tried to get her would help. Paige slipped farther and farther in. They always got the last word, and Janet always lost the battle. It created feelings of pent up frustration and anxiety from unable to live the life she wanted. She wasn't allowed to see friends from school, go out, or do anything that wasn't directly associated with her education. Just a year ago, her sleep pattern became more sporadic, and she couldn't seem to get enough. No matter how much, she was always still tired. Her parents punished her for events she had no recollection for, and people at school began to treat her differently. She lost track of time and began to get paranoid that someone was watching her. Finally, her parents sent her to Holgate, where she was diagnosed with multiple personality disorder.
Personality: Janet is extremely reserved and shy, uncomfortable around people due to her many years of isolation. She's constantly concerned about her image, her responsibilities, and her future. Her second personality, who calls herself Paige, is a wild child. She cares nothing more than fun and loves getting into trouble. She's flirty, almost falling to the side of promiscuous, and craves constant attention.

[(FUTURE) Lt. Vaughn]

Name: Graham Wilson
Gender/age: Male/21
History: Growing up, Graham was just like any other kid. He was always looking for attention, though, and was looked at as a bit of a class clown. As he entered middle school, however, his home life started to change rapidly. His father suffered from severe alcoholism, but had gotten sober before Graham was born. But once he lost his job, it struck back with a vengeance. Some nights Graham's father would be so belligerently drunk that he would beat him for no reason. One day, Graham's mother couldn't take it any more and spoke with her husbands family for moral support. When Graham's father came home drunk that night and discovered that his family was about to get involved to take care of his problem, he became enraged and killed his wife, with Graham witnessing every moment. Graham ran away and called the police, and once they had caught him, his father was taken away to spend the rest of his life in prison. Ever since, Graham lived with his father's well-to-do parents who would blame him for his father's emotional instability. He existed in a state of detachment from the world, and he often stole thousands of dollars in cash and disappearing with his grandparents vintage cars for weeks at a time. Where he would go, he'd never say, but he was spotted several times at underground fight clubs and sketchy poker rings. This behavior eventually became unbearable to his grandparents who were forced to send him off to military school.
Behavior: Graham is wildly unpredictable, often doing or saying things that are entirely inappropriate, perhaps stemming from his previous jokester personality. His biggest problem is becoming unnecessarily aggressive over even the smallest of issues. He rarely shows any signs of compassion, openly detesting almost everything and everyone.

[Jenny]

Name: Denise Chatzi
Gender/Age: female/18
History: Ever since she was a baby, Denise grew up in the love and care of multiple nannies and servants. She could barely remember their names of as they were always gone before she truly knew them. Her father ran the family business, one of the largest shipping corporations in the world, while her mother was a housewife that reaped the fortunes that the business brought in. She was sheltered growing up, being home schooled and never setting foot any farther than the barriers of her home. She was quiet, respectful, spoke when asked, and the perfect daughter to her image conscious parents. All that came crashing down when she was introduced to her fiance. Denise lost it. Being groomed into the family business was what her father told her was her future. That feeling of betrayal, that she wasn't good enough as a son, that her father never honestly believed in her, cracked that perfect daughter. Denise ran. She made a break from the conforming lifestyle that her parents installed upon her. She didn't make it far before she was found and thrown back into her home, placed on lockdown. Denise wasn't the same anymore. Gone was the quiet, respectful daughter. She took to making a ruckus, disrupting important business affairs that left her father furious. After too many business affairs gone wrong and the image of the family deteriorating due to Denise's disruptions (that some times included very sadistic behavior, mainly knives flying too close to heads), her father sent her to Holgate, in hopes of remorphing her into what she once was.
Personality: Denise is honest. She hates lies and betrayal and has a tendency to stare people down when she doesn't believe them. Not generally a people person due to childhood of people always coming and going, she likes to keep to herself. She also has quite a temper, that is frightening. Never make her mad when knives are in her reach. Men aren't her favorite creature either.

[jakerun86]

Name: Eddie De La Torre
Gender/Age 17
History: If there was every a child with promise to come out of the De La Torre family it was Eddie. Being an only child gave him the care and attention he needed to excel in a environment that usually put restrictions on the development of a kid. Eddie was raised by his Mother in a neighborhood that floated just above lower class. His never questioned who his father was and looked up to his older cousins who were involved in street gangs. Eddie's mother believed in her son and worked hard to press on him the importance of a real education, not street smarts. Learning a real skill like writing, not graffiti. Eddie took to his schooling very well up until his tween years when his cousins began asking him to hang out with "their friends." It was also around this time that his mother began dating a man named Steve who was a retired military captain and well off. By 14, Eddie's mom had married Steve. Eddie didn't like Steve. They're personalities were too different. Eddie found solace with his cousin's gang of misfits who occasionally robbed grocery stores and usually hung out on a particular street corner, their "turf", as they called it. In an incident involving shots fired at a neighboring house, a stolen car and illegal drugs...Eddie was spared going through the system. His new stepfather Steve had opted for him and knew the judge who handled his case years prior for the military. It was decided that Eddie would be shipped off.
Personality Eddie is a happy-go-lucky slacker. He usually sports a snide smile with pressed eyebrows. Eddie laughs a lot and makes obscene, inappropriate remarks in order to get a response out of people and just enough to get them on edge and keep them there. Because of this he can be very annoying. In conflict, he's passive-aggressive at heart and uses sarcasm often as a defense mechanism. He hates learning anything that doesn't immediately interest him and openly express his dislike of something he finds silly or redundant.

[churtward]

Name:Dexter Draney
Gender/Age:Male/18
History: Dexter lived in a rich class suburban area but is not rich himself. He is surrounded by either the rich people around him or the rednecks on the other side of town. He hated where he lived and all the people around it and was the rebel in his town. Dexter was given everything to him since birth. At an early age Dexter hated how much his parents did for him. Dexter always had this belief that people who saw the ugly side of life were the realest people on this planet and that the ones who were given everything to them and were shielded away from all of that were disgusting and worthless people. Nearing adulthood he thinks he will finally be free from his parents. Dexter begins getting involved with illegal substances and gangs but once his parents find out they get involved with his life again and become more domineering than ever and in turn, makes Dexter isolated from society. The isolation makes Dexter nearly mad and mentally unstable as his loneliness soon consumes his mind. Dexter finds out about Holgate and believes it would be the perfect place for him to meet more people as rebellious and damaged as him. He begins to violently lash out in hopes of his parents sending him off to the school, which in the end works out.
Personality: Dexter is a very lonely and very violent person. He doesn't interact with people that much--at least people who he feels aren't like him. He isn't a very friendly person. If you become friends with him, consider yourself lucky. He enjoys hearing stories about people and traumatizing events they had happen to them or to other people. He gets a sort of sick amusement from them.

[Ivy]

(Wheeee, now we can start! I just have no idea how we're going to escape and how our group dynamic is currently haha)

[(FUTURE) Lt. Vaughn]

Graham sat quietly, staring out his dorm room window. It seemed like he had just left for summer, and he's already back. But seeing how they're only given two weeks, it's not surprising that it feels so short. Sunday's are "free days", but really it's spent studying, getting equipment repaired, cleaning clothes, and resting up for another week of bullshit. He had yet to meet his three roommates for the year, but being one of the highest performing 4th year students, he's given the nominal rank of quartermaster, and he would be in charge of every student in East Hall. His other roommates were all at the mandatory physical training session, but Graham was put on profile after sustaining a fractured ankle from a fight over summer break. At Holgate, the safety and well-being of the students wasn't necessarily their greatest concern. However, they were being trained to become disciplined, functioning members of society, which at this time, was suffering both a severe social and economic decline. This meant that they had to remain in peak physical condition, and the seriously injured were given some leeway so that they could recover.

Graham couldn't stop thinking about how ridiculous this all was. Why of all people was he in this institution? He didn't do anything wrong. So, he may have stolen some money from his family and disappeared every once in a while. But who could blame him after what happened to his parents? And it didn't help having his grandparents putting him down all of the time. His life never really was his own, not while living under the rules and regulations set by his elders and "superiors" in society. Holgate, what a joke of a school. The biggest private company in the nation, a weapons and automotive manufacturer, came up with the idea. Enforce strict training and discipline to indoctrinate the young troublemakers to reduce crime. Force them to conform to society in hopes that they'll eventually become productive members of the system, or maybe even actually join the military. But it's hard to say what became of all the people that pass through Holgate. Most people who make it through seem to never be heard from again. Graham heard several rumors floating around since he first got here 3 years ago. Some graduates are brainwashed so badly that they become instructors themselves, or join the military. Others will be recommended for very "special" jobs in remote locations across the country. But the strangest story he's heard of is perhaps the most mundane. Supposedly over 95% of students who graduate Holgate go on to become productive members of society. Graham can't help but ponder over that number. Almost everyone he's met are rebels, anarchists, or just simply insane. More importantly, however, entirely impossible to rehabilitate. He just couldn't wrap his head around it. How does a school so full of chaos pump out more successful graduates than the top tiered schools in the country? Holgate is at it's maximum, a 6-year institution. Anyone who fails to graduate are forced to either enlist in the military or go to prison, unless the parents or guardians are willing to shell out another full year's tuition for wasting the school's time. And yet, no one has truly failed to graduate Holgate in over a decade. This didn't sit well with Graham. They must be doing something to indoctrinate the students, and he wasn't about to stick around and find out.

"I can't believe it's my 4th year," Graham mumbled to himself. "I better make it count. Things are either going to go horribly wrong, or I'm going to seriously shake things up..." Graham thought back to all the times instructors would push his buttons, insult him, beat him, and every time Graham wouldn't hesitate to fight back. Years of fighting in underground rings made him a formidable opponent, even against the most well-trained security forces at the school. But they still had stun guns and tranquilizers, and inevitably he'd succumb, only to wake up to recorded messages of all the rules of Holgate, their mission, their goals, and how you are nothing more than another sheep in society, and all you needed was proper guidance. Graham's blood began to boil.

"It'll all be worth it. All the shit I take, all of my attempts to show off and be recognized as someone powerful, it'll all be worth it. Soon I'll be commanding soldiers into battle, it's just a matter of time..." But this was a lie. Graham knew very well about the hidden microphones in the rooms, the strategically placed security cameras. In reality, Graham only sought out such an important position for one reason, exploitation of power. All he needed now were accomplices.

[jakerun86]

Eddie was walking up the stairway to his dorm room and thinking about Miss Strickland's tits. It may have been some kind of compulsion that he now had to deal with, you know, because of the stairway. Eddie looked forward to the event at the end of every 4th period. Whenever Miss Strickland would plop down the stairs for the 3rd floor going who knows where, sure enough, her mams would be joyfully dancing along to Eddie's amusement.

It always seemed to be just them on the stairway to. Eddie liked that. Students weren't supposed to talk to teachers unless spoken to, or at least that what he was told, but that didn't mean he couldn't talk. Eddie, when seeing Miss Strickland on the stairs, would sing.

"Oh, why do you build me up...buttercup, baby...just to let me down."

Eddie liked how it would set Miss Strickland off guard. He wondered how long it would be before she realized he adjusted the tempo of the song with the cadence of her stairway descent, with the swinging of her breasts.

"And worst of all...you never call baby when you say you will..."

"Mr. De La Torre..."

"Yes, Miss Strickland?"

They both stood on the stairway for a moment. Eddie turned to face her with a snide smile, as if he had her in check mate. Miss Strickland didn't make direct eye contact with him and from Eddie's point of view, looking down, made her look inferior. Eddie felt she was and that's precisely why he teased her like this.

"Nothing. Go on about your duties."

"Yes, mam."

Eddie continued up the stairs wondering how a poor, homely woman like Miss Strickland got the job at this shit hole. Every other instructor here in this place wouldn't have dared been taken advantage of. The other instructors weren't exactly intelligent, not to Eddie's standards, but many were smart enough to know when someone was giving them the run-around. It was something Eddie learned the first day he arrived, when he took a sucker punch to the gut for snickering at Mr. Cullins, a 57 year old retiree who still could pack a left hook.

Now he was roaming the dorm room hallways. It seemed like every other door was open and Eddie being the snoop he was, tried to glance in every door he could without breaking stride. In one room he found a girl praying at bedside. In another he saw an older boy reading a personal letter. "Geez, is everyone missing their Mommas today?" he thought.

Then Eddie seized an opportunity.

"Good times for a change..."

Eddie spies a room with an older boy looking out his dorm window. 'Graham', Eddie thinks his name is.

"...see the luck I've had can make a good man baaaaaad..."

Approaching an open doorway a fellow student, a girl, pokes her head out at Eddie with a disgusted look on her face. Eddie passes her smiling.

"...so, please, please, pleeease...let me get what I waaaant."

In that moment Eddie is in his own dorm. He swings himself on to his bed and puts his hands behind his head. He wonders to himself.

"What do I want? Oh, I dunno, Jim..."

"Jim" was a man Eddie spoke to when he was by himself. Eddie fancied conversations that ruled out the possibility of someone finding him uninteresting, unfunny, or boring.

"I guess I want what every 17 year old fuck up wants. I want a girlfriend. I want my iPod. I want to have sex with said girlfriend while listening to said iPod."

A moment of silence.

"Oh, no, no, Jim. It's gotta be the Stones...you kiddin' me? No girl of mine is gonna want to get down to Coldplay. Shit, save that for the pillow talk."

Eddie starting nodding off and before he did completely, he told himself what he'd really like to do is get the hell out of where he was. To hell with Miss Strickland and her tits.

[Jenny]

Denise stood in front of her closet, hands situated on hips, eyes skimming through each article of clothing, measuring the appeal for time frame in which said article of clothing would be resting upon her body. Yes, time frame. Denise had a tendency to change her outfit multiple times within a day, liking the feel of being able to toss her mood around with style and class. She wasn't raised a Chatzi for nothing. That brought a furrow in her brow as she pulled a top off its hanger.

Chatzi. Family name, old legacy, strong traditions. She hated it.

She loved it before. Actually, love is too weak of a word. Denise lived and breathed the name Chatzi since birth. She was raised to be the next successor, or so her father use to say. But that was before he pulled the fiance card. Father said it was 'grandfather's' idea. Denise knew better though, she knew her father was a lying scumbag.

The power that was rightfully hers, was deemed too much for a 'female' to handle. It was disgusting. Men were disgusting. All the men in her life were repulsive. Her grandfather left memories of ignorance, her father was filled with lies and betrayal, and her 'fiance' was nothing better, believing that he had what it takes to handle the Chatzi business. No, that was rightfully hers.

"Fuckin' men.' Denise said, aggravated by her own thoughts. "Stepping all over us. So what if carrying on the bloodline might be harder, I have the fuckin' Chatzi blood in me...sending me all the way here...fuckin' thinking I can become a sweet marriageable daughter..."

Why was she at Holgates? All she had done was throw a couple of knives at her future 'father-in-law' and that was then deemed the extreme necessary reason to send her off. It was the old fart's fault anyways for asking her when she was popping out the grandchildren. Denise thought back to the horror laced in her old man's face when she threw those knives. It was satisfaction she felt in that moment. However, in this current moment of being trapped in Holgate, there was no satisfaction. The knives were strictly kept away from Denise, per her father's request.

"Would be so useful right now," Denise muttered to herself, flicking an invisible knife at the door. She needed to get out of this hellhole. Holgate was not for her. There was no way she was going to pretend to be sweet and submissive to pass through her years here. She needed to leave now, because in all honesty, what was rightfully hers was sitting on the other side of these stone walls.