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Join at the OOC: House of Hostage OOC Indigo blew a bubble in her orange bubble gum and continued painting her nails tangerine orange. She banged her head to her Green Day album, and then she heard someone tap the big silver door and slam the door shut, a minute later. She got up, sighing, and went to see the newcomer. "Someone else who's be trapped here by liers: poor soul," Indigo muttered, blowing yet another big bubble of orange gum as she went to meet the unfortunate newcomer, who would probably be like she was two days ago. Indigo had arrived earlier then expected, with only a strange computer boy and a goth boy hiding in his room for company. And now there was a redhead girl standing in the hallway. "Hiya." Indigo said, chewing her chewing gum loudly.
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Melody sat in the police car, her hands sat in her lap, handcuffed. She stared out of the window, frowning. She caught her reflection in the window. Her face was tear stained and her eye make up and trickled down her face. She sat quietly, as usual, but inside she was fuming, completley furious. She didn't do it, but they didn't listen to her. She'd screamed and thrashed around when they'd first arrested her. Now she was sat in a police car, getting taken to some sort of prison place. She didn't even know where the heck she was going. Suddenly the car pulled to a halt. Melody's head twisted up. The building was massive, surrounded by a high metal mesh fence with barbed wire at the top. There was a few windows, and huge metal doors, which reminded Melody of a vault. The door opened and Melody was dragged out. She walked with her head hanging. The door opened and she was shoved in. Surrounded by a crowd of security guards. She scowled at them and shrugged away when they tried to touch her. She walked down the corridors. Other teenagers stepped out of their rooms to watch her arrive. Her eyes widened. She arrived at a room. Number 12. Her handcuffs were removed and the door was shut behind her. She walked in and sat on the plain single bed and tears began to roll down her face.
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Summer watched sympathetically as Melody was escorted to her room. She sighed and walked back into her room. "I wonder what she was accused of," she said to herself quietly. She shook her head and lay down on her bed.
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Hearing the noise that only came with new 'interns', Marcel thought it appropriate to introduce himself to the new guys. "Huh. Let's see what's behind door number.... 12." He mused as he walked down to room 12. Approaching the door, Marcel stopped, hearing sobbing behind the door. "Hmmm, whoever it is, they're taking it pretty well..." He said to himself quietly. He then knocked on the door to room 12.
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Ruby stared at the girl who wasn't talking and got up and walked along the rooms, someone had entered room 12, she went up to find out and saw another boy, "Hello" she said to him, "who is in here?" she asked him.
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"Marcel. Don't disturb him - the goth of the house, you know - they like the peace." Indigo said, fiddling in her pocket and bring out of of those 'teeth-and-tooth-brushes' sweet packet and offering one to the new intern. "I'm Indigo - you look like a Ruby person. Tell me if I'm right - I think I'm pychic."
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Emily and her boyfriend, Servian, where just out on a day trip to a beach that her father had owned before he passed away. They had brought food to last the day, books, towels, and sand-castle building equipment. They had always loved the beach. The waves slapping against the beach was the most romantic sight they had shared with each other at night. They walked through the house, out the backdoor, and stepped onto the beach. The sun was high in the sky, and the immediately ran out into the waves, stripping their clothes off, leaving only their bathing suits on. Hours passed as they wrestled, splashed, and generally acted like kids in the water. They got out as the sun was setting, going back up to the house, unpacking their basket. Emily had planned to go back out to the waves, and therefore hadn't put any of her clothes back on except a pair of shorts only meant for hiding the upper part of her thigh and the bikini bottoms. This is when the police came busting through the door, grabbing both children. They explained that the kids were under arrest for theft of bathing suits, and trespassing on private property. Emily cried all the way to the house, holding onto Servian, who was stroking her head, whispering comforting words to her. As the arrived at the house, Emily had stopped crying, and was now laying in Servian's lap, asleep. The cops opened the doors up, grabbing Emily, placing her on her feet, and slapping her, instantly waking her up. Servian was outraged at this, and struggled against the cops, and was promptly hit with a baton in the stomach. They half carried, half-dragged the two teens into the house, throwing them into cell number three. Servian slid over to the one bed in the room, next to Emily, who was propping herself up upon it. Her put his arm around her, pulling her close. He squeezed her, turning his head to her, giving her a smile. "It'll be alright babe. We did nothing wrong. We'll be out of here in no time. I bet right now my dad's calling the best lawyer he can find to get us out of here." Emily looked over at Servian, smiling through the tears which were dripping down her face. She leaned closer to him, kissing him on the lips. Servian was surprised, but kissed back, leaning into her. They broke away, a smile on each of there faces. They turned to each other and hugged. Emily climbed up onto the bed, motioning for Servian to come as well. Servian crawled up behind Emily, conforming his body to hers, almost like he was protecting her from anything that would attack them. They both fell asleep like that, as peaceful as ever.
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Turning his head, Marcel caught a glimpse of yet another two people getting thrown into a room. He had also saw a woman, most likely a year or so older than him, looking at him. "I take it your one of the newbies?" He chuckled. Marcel leaned against the wall, and continued to softly chuckle to himself. "Hah, now one has to wonder, What did you new guys get put in here for.....?"
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