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Alytra took her time walking to her room, moving as slowly as possible. She was full of absolute dread, knowing what was about to happen. It was unavoidable, and she knew that this was all her fault. If only she hadn't attempted to escape the facility yet again, then she wouldn't have to deal with it. But she knew that, like the last times, Jason would carry out the threats that he had made to her fully. When she got to the door, she fumbled with the handle, finally managing to open it with shaky palms. As she shut the door to her room behind her, she turned towards the bed and shuddered. Jason was here already.

There he sat, perusing a book that had been laying around, one of the only pass-times that Alytra could find in this place once she was sentenced to nightly solitude - Or, what was supposed to be alone time - at lights-out. He finished the section he was on, shoved a bookmark into it nonchalantly to hold his place (as if he'd be coming back here often, that pig), and set it down, then turning his full attention towards her. "Ahhh, Alytra. How happy I am that you decided you wanted another visit from me." He smirked at her, looked into her eyes, and winked. "Now. This is going to be extremely satisfying... For me. So just do as you're told, for once in your life, please, you fucking bitch."

With that, he pulled her towards his own body, until she was standing between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. He reached up and began to kiss her; first her jaw, then her neck, then her chest, and so on. Alytra squirmed under the heat of his lips, but she knew better than to try and fight him or run or call for help. First, no one would hear her if she did. Everyone in the facility, besides a few specific officials, were supposed to be in their personal rooms or offices right now, and would remain there until morning time. Second, if Alytra even tried to run, fast as she was, she would never outrun Jason. And lastly, she wasn't strong enough to fight... And she knew that she would pay worse if she did. Alytra had a few secrets of her own, things that Jason knew about and that no one else could. And so, Alytra stood there and took her punishment.

Jason moved his hands, running them up and down her body, all over her, and although she felt physically sick, he felt nothing but pure ecstasy. He was enjoying every bit of this. As the hospital clothing came off, he admired her body and was thoroughly pleased. And just like that, Alytra was once again conditioned to believe that her trying to escape Remmington's was a very, very bad idea...

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In the morning, Alytra awoke, alone, in her bed. She wished that it had been to the sounds of birds chirping or the rays of sunlight through the windows. But it wasn't that, not at all. It was another dreary morning in Remmington's, and this life felt more like a nightmare than her dreams did. She wished that her dreams were her reality, that what happened last night wasn't real... But it was. Alytra felt sick again. She lay in bed for a while, and then stood, shakily, and reached over to grab the pills that lay beside her. Someone had been in here, and it was possible that it was Jason who had set them here, but it was probably a doctor. She swallowed them, one by one, and wondered how late she had slept in. Sighing, she walked over to the door and opened it, stepping out into the white hallway and preparing to face a new day.

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U.S., AZ, so mountain standard time... Hahaha for example it's like 11:54 p.m. here :P And I'm post soon

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Started posting. Was a brilliant post. Was almost done. Phone froze and i lost all of my work. I give up. Will post later. Deuces. Lol

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As far as face (freckles) lips and purple in the hair go, thats pretty dead on. Also idk if ima post now or later today, cuz im on my phone atm and in tireddddd but we will seee. Thanks for patience as always <333

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Also, I added some hiders with pix of how parts of some of my characters could potentially look, which I don't normally do, but you all did, so I felt left out :P Hahaha so feel free to check em out if you want. And yes, Remmington is Natalie Portman. Get over it XD

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Jason watched this Arrow boy process what he was saying and gave him a moment to do so. He looked pathetically sad and scared, and in most cases Jason would have kicked the boy or maybe even spat on him, laughed, and walked away. But something about the way that he had whispered it... "Please don't hit me." It was seriously messing with his head.

When Arrow was ready and had placed his hand into the one stretched toward him, Jason yanked him to his feet and grabbed him gently by the shoulders to make sure that he wasn't going to fall back down. He knew full well how the drugs that they were given, often against their will, could affect them, and had had a great fall or two of his own in his days spent at Remmington's.

Once he was sure that Arrow was steady, he let go of him and backed away, awkwardly clearing his throat. "Well, I guess I'll um.. See you around." Jason turned and stalked down the hall towards his own room, and then looked back over his shoulder, calling out, "And hey, kid, don't forget what I said about minding the staff. They're here to help you, not hurt you..." But, as he walked away, not even Jason fully believed what he'd said.

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After she'd finished her sentence, Alytra could tell that she had struck a nerve. She should have bitten her tongue, perhaps, for once in her short life. Short, although here it seemed like it would never end... Regardless, she had obviously upset Ezra, which was a common theme for her. Most people that she knew couldn't stand the thought of being so open, especially with a stranger. Most people she knew weren't as honest as her, or were too ashamed to be honest.. But what could this rich, publicly-popular, pretty boy possibly have to be ashamed of? She pondered that for a moment, until he spoke up, and then redirected her full attention to Ezra.

When he did speak, though, Alytra felt even worse than she had before, because she could see the look in his eyes, the one that told her that he was about done with their conversation. That he would never trust her (she didn't blame him, for in this world there was hardly ever anyone worth trusting, and in Remmington's, she hadn't met one other soul yet who was). And most importantly, she could tell that he was giving up on her. The only chance at companionship that she may have had, and she'd totally blown it. Alytra was about ready to get up and excuse herself, when suddenly a deep male voice broke into her thoughts, and she recognized it instantly as Smith's. And then, she knew.

Alytra now knew why Ezra was ashamed, and she knew why he'd wanted to keep it from her, and she knew why the look on his face as the conversation between the two progressed that he seemed to turn every shade of green and his eyes hardened and his body stiffened. She knew, because she'd done the same kinds of things, too.

She watched Ezra waltz across the room to where Dr. Smith stood, almost begrudgingly and yet also in a way that seemed to scream that he desired it... And then Smith addressed her, sharply, in a way that she was not at all used to. He was never quite so... Rude? No, Alytra thought, she would settle on the word curt, because he had never been particularly mean to her before. And she thought that it was strange behavior, but thinking about what Ezra's possible relations with Smith could be... Well, needless to say, the reaction made sense, at least in her mind. So, with a last attempt at being polite and casual, despite the raging worry inside, Alytra rose, walked towards the doors that led out of the lounge and down one of those horrible hallways, and turned to Ezra one last time, beseechingly.

"Well, Ezra, it was great to chat with you. Thanks for being the first person here to show any real friendship to me, and I sincerely hope that you will confide in me again some time. I promise that no matter what, I won't judge you, and I'm just glad to have someone to talk to... Well, uh, have a good night... Or, I guess, a decent one, nights here are never GOOD... Um, ok, well I'll leave you to it then... Uh.. Yeah. Good night." Alytra could have died of embarrassment, but what else should she have said? She was internally facepalming. She smiled awkwardly and left the room, heading to her own. And then the smile fell, and her mind started going numb in preparation for what she knew would await her there.

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Those are always the best. Until people end up in a heap on the floor scraped, bleeding and bruised. But hey, you just gotta bite the bullet and accept it sometimes XD

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Lolol omg. You guys crack me up. No worries, obviously I didn't post yesterday, but I had school all day and then I fell asleep waaaaaaaaaaay early for me. I'll try and post in a few. <333

And yes, she's in Room 18 now!!! (:

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Hahahahha look at the female characters paying attention and the males not... #battleofthesexes :P

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Also, I just saw the bio for Nails, and that one is great as well. Do YOU have a preference in room/hall? (See the brief guidelines above for options haha).