Must There Be A Curfew? ::Open::

[Leo James Storm]

Leo walked lightly into his room. It was about ten minutes till curfew and he felt like a penned in child. He couldn't think of any reason as to why they needed a curfew. But of course, in the just of things, Leo was rather clueless and easy to confuse, also quite gullible. So him not knowing why they had these things was understandable. It was complicated for him to grasp these simple concepts, while figuring things out like math was easy for him. It was a set of numbers that almost always had a certain pattern that needed to be followed. Leo liked patterns. They were things that never ever changed.

He lied down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Leo couldn't get over the feeling that he would never find someone to hang out with in this place... he didn't like the rehab center, but he didn't dislike it either. It was kind of a win-lose relationship he had with the place. Leo liked that he could get away from the people he'd grown up with and learned to hate over the years, but he was also a tad upset that he had to leave his friends behind as well. But all in all, he didn't mind the fact that he was in a new place. It would all become better when he actually found someone to hang out with.

Soon Leo found himself on his feet, taking his iPod and turning to a song with a good beat. And he started dancing. Moving his feet and grinding his hips to the beat. Leo figured that he would look rather strange to anyone who might walk in. But he honestly didn't care, it was who he was. Or who he thought he was. The most common back story lie he had created for himself and believed was that he was an Irish Gypsy. Half of that was... sort of true. He was born in Ireland, but he was quickly moved to the US and he gained citizenship in both places. So he told the truth in a way. Just not the full truth. Because he was most certainly not a gypsy... he just liked the way the male gypsies danced because he thought it was cool. So he formulated that back story for himself. Accent and all.

At the moment, Leo didn't have a roommate. He was told that he could possibly get one when another male came to rehab that wouldn't try to kill or rape him in his sleep. Well the last part he made up. He figured that those were the kind of people that got their own rooms and were expected to stay within them all through the night. But really, those people could be nice as well. He didn't mind the thought of becoming friends with them, not only because that would lower his chances of being killed or raped, but he also might gain a good friend that would keep him somewhat sane. Well more sane than he was at the moment. Without anyone to keep him company, they might as well diagnose him with some kind of depression. Leo never kept to himself the way he was through the past couple of weeks he'd been at the center.

If his parents saw him like that they would be pretty scared for his sanity too. Even if he was a pathological liar, he never kept to himself much. He was always hanging out with someone, or causing trouble, or just having a good time. But Leo was carefree, so he didn't really mind having nothing to do... avoiding his schoolwork was hard enough.

[Nathan W. Smith]

[atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=style, width: 420px; height: 500px; border: 6px dotted #2a192f; background:#43264b; border-bottom-left-radius:100px; border-top-right-radius:100px; border-bottom-right-radius:100px; border-top-left-radius:100px;] i'd give up forever to touch you, cause I know that you feel me somehow, you're *Nathaniel William Smith Ten minutes from curfew. Ten. Nate had disappeared into the bathrooms, which uncleanly provided privacy to him. It seemed he was stuck with a female orderly for a while. When he emerged, it seemed that she'd gone to get someone to check on him. Leaving him with an opportunity to go back to his room himself. Nate didn't waste any time as he glanced down while he was walking. Unfortunately he was stuck with a white tank top on and some baggy black pants. Nate had shoved his hands into the pockets of the baggy pants, pushing up the too long shirt he was wearing. Trying to tuck and hide his arms away from view. Nate hadn't been here long, so sometimes he went too far and sometimes he was too early for his room. It seemed luck wasn't going to be nice tonight either. Nate glanced up at a door, reaching cautiously for the handle. Glancing around and watching some of the orderlies walk past. It didn't seem his was back just yet, so he turned the handle. Expecting to find his room empty since he was a level three, but he jumped quite violently when he noticed someone standing in the middle of the room, dancing. Nate blinked a few times, having reached up to grab onto his necklace, that wasn't there. It'd been confiscated. He began stammering slightly and dropped his head as his face turned bright red. This was the first time he'd walked in to another person's room while they were still in it. I-I-I have the wrong room. Sorry..." Nate began to back out, feeling overly embarrassed and not focused. He tripped on his pants and stumbled backward, just barely out of the way of another orderly walking past. Staring at him incredulously, Nate got op rather hastily to begin his departure already. the closest to heaven that i'll ever be, and I don't want to go home right now. Credit goes to 愛 T E C H N O of BTN

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[Leo James Storm]

When Leo had noticed that the door to his room had opened, he'd pulled off his headphones quickly and stopped dancing. He was facing a kid who looked panicked to be caught walking into Leo's room on accident. He slung the headphones around his shoulders by the cord and rushed to stop the guy before he took off down the hallway.

"Hey, no it's okay." Leo said in an almost spot on fake Irish accent, he wasn't sure what else to say, but he did know the feeling of embarrassment from walking into another persons room. Leo had done it himself a thousand times before when he'd first gotten to the center. "I've done it a lot myself when I first got here... are you new?" he asked, rather curious. Leo had only been there for about three weeks. But the first week was horrible, he had no idea how to get anywhere, and if he tried, he would find himself lost till he asked someone how to get somewhere.

Being new in a place like the rehab center was always horrible. Leo remembered when he'd first walked to his room and he was given looks that just said: 'What's wrong with him', and 'How'd he manage to get in here'. It was horrible. Because Leo would prefer for people to mind their own business, and if they couldn't do at least that, they should at least walk up to him and get what was on their minds out in the open. Leo would respect that. Then he would probably ask if said person wanted to hang out. If it was possible to hang out really in the center. It seemed difficult.

"Oh yeah, also, my name's Leo."

[Nathan W. Smith]

[atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=style, width: 420px; height: 500px; border: 6px dotted #2a192f; background:#43264b; border-bottom-left-radius:100px; border-top-right-radius:100px; border-bottom-right-radius:100px; border-top-left-radius:100px;] i'd give up forever to touch you, cause I know that you feel me somehow, you're *Nathaniel William Smith Nate hesitated slightly as the other boy emerged from his room. Not making eye contact with him yet, he stood against the wall, out of the way and rather awkwardly as his gaze was fixed on the floor. Listening as he was asked if he was new here. Nate nodded a bit before chewing on his lip. The safety piercing was still in place, and thankfully it'd been years since he'd gotten it pierced. So nothing really hurt, even his eyebrow piercing was safety, his mom had gotten it for him before coming here. It was physically impossible for Nate to get either one out himself. He glanced up slightly at the introduction to this boy, Leo. His brow quirked slightly as he still tugged the corner of his lip into his mouth. Smiling very faintly and very awkwardly, Nate could feel his eyebrows somewhere between furrowed and one quirked. But at least he was a bit glad that Leo had seemingly done the same thing. So maybe he wasn't alone in that aspect. "I'm Nate." He nodded slightly at that. Even if he felt a little less awkward, he wanted to get back to his room before the orderly noticed he was gone. Figuring he'd probably get in trouble for 'sneaking off.' Even though it wasn't sneaking off technically. He wasn't going anywhere he wasn't supposed to go, but he was sure it put him on the list of not to be trusted individuals. AS if he were trusted at all being a level three. Nate was told that through cooperation he'd have more freedom, and he didn't know of anything he'd done so far that evaded any of the rules. In total honesty, there was no reason in his mind that he should be a level three. Besides the constant thoughts of, well unpleasant things. "I.. really do need to go. It's almost curfew, and.. I'm a level three so... My orderly doesn't exactly know where I currently am, since I left before they.. returned." Nate had finally released his grip on his safety stud in his lip. Still hunching his shoulders a bit, and holding his arms close to his sides. the closest to heaven that i'll ever be, and I don't want to go home right now. Credit goes to 愛 T E C H N O of BTN

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[Leo James Storm]

Leo listened to Nate speak, the blonde boy just shrugged his shoulders to Nate's explanation as to why he needed to go. "You've still got some time... but I guess if you're a level three you will have to go..." Leo looked at the clock that was hanging in his room and saw that he had a little less than ten minutes to get back to his own room. "I'll walk with you back to your room, if you get into any trouble I can just tell them that it was my fault for holding you up."

He stepped out into the hall with Nate and shut his door and smiled energetically, Leo wasn't tired at all and he needed to do more than just dance around his own room alone. So walking with Nate might be a good idea. It anything he could just sneak back to his room if he was late after the curfew. It wasn't like Leo hadn't been in trouble before. It wasn't unlikely for him to be seen being scolded for breaking a rule or doing something stupid. But Leo honestly didn't care.

"Lead the way!" he said, allowing Nate to guide him down the halls. "Oh, and I'm a level two. I might as well let you know since you already told me your level." Leo wasn't going to ask him what had gotten him into the loony hut, he found that rather rude, though when people asked him that he didn't care, he just answered and proceeded to ask them the same question. If they had the means to ask him his 'problem' they should be ready to tell him theirs.