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Sorry my posts have been crap, I've been on a forced 'camping' trip. Tonight I'll be home with access to a computer, so I won't have to keep writing short posts on an iPad.
Levi shuddered violently as a nurse half-carried her to the infirmary, screaming profanities in her head. The nurse gently helped her into a cot and brought a gown to wear instead of her vomit-smeared clothing, which Levi slowly managed to change into. "How's detox work here?" She asked, somewhat curious. "You lie there until it passes," The nurse said. "Oh," Levi said, feeling her stomach clench. She sat up and nearly vomited in her lap, would have, except the nurse, speedy with experience, shoved a basin on her lap before she ruined the blankets. "T-thanks," Levi gasped, earning a 'you're welcome' sort of nod.

Levi and the nurse talked in between rushes to the toilet and lifting the bowl to her mouth. She learned about the nurse's background - how she'd come over her own addiction here as a seventeen year old, living on the streets, just like Levi. After an hour or so, Levi blurted out, "I- I want to become a resident," and blushed hotly after that statement. The nurse smiled and patted Levi's thin, tanned hand. "You won't regret it, dear," she said.
Rookery said
Also FiredSkye, if you're going to add an OOC in your IC, place it inside a hider like so

Sorry, still learning!
After a mere minute at the table, Levi pushed away, running towards the bathroom. She fell on her knees, retching violently into the toilet. Gasping, Levi rested her head on the seat. God, she missed the drug. And Aaron, her main supplier. She remembered smoking heroin in the beginning, but upon graduating to intravenous injections, not being able to shoot herself out of squeamishness. His gentle hands, teaching her the correct way to hold the syringe, shooting her himself when she couldn't make herself.

She blushed, thinking of the idiotic things she'd said and done to Aaron while in her euphoric high. The parties, then - the spiked drinks. Waking up tied to his bed. She tore away from that train of thought as her stomach convulsed again, sending the eggs and bacon she'd picked at into the toilet bowl. Tears ran down her face, running into the vomit smeared on her mouth. She coughed, sobbing now, and scrubbed her mouth and face on her sleeve. Aaron was the reason she'd gone to Open Roads. After that night, she'd run blindly into the streets, getting caught by the police, who'd sent her to Open Roads. She'd just messed up, like she had in middle school, like she had in juvie, like she had trying to raise her younger siblings. The strongest of the nausea had passed, and Levi curled up on the floor of the open stall, her body racked with hiccuping sobs.

Levi got up later than usual, in the peak of her heroin withdrawal. Her back was killing her, and, as she stood up to get her shoes, her legs almost collapsed under her. She bent down painfully and yanked her black combat boots on with more force than necessary, than walked out of the guest sleeping hall and into the dining hall, hands shoved deep in her pockets and head hidden under the hood of her cheap black hoodie. It was only her second day at Open Roads, but she was aware of the rules and expectations. In the dining hall, she took a tray, sat down at the furthest table in the darkest corner, and tried to eat.
Tried to. Levi only managed a few mouthfuls before she shoved the tray aside and rested her head on the table. As a mere guest, she was to leave after breakfast, which she did, but since her admittance to Open Roads at night, her suppliers had started to shun her, leaving her alone to her withdrawal pain. She groaned and buried her head under her arms, hiding from the light, the stares of other teens and staff, the embarrassment of withdrawal.
I feel so awk because I'm a noob and don't know anyone xD
Oh lawd, an SNK fan and a shinigami I love this place already


Name: Levi Ackerman

Age: 16

Personality: Quiet if left alone, funny and sarcastic if you're her friend, hostile and cruel if you irritate her.

Background: Levi used to be like every other happy, well-raised kid in her class - until her parents messy divorce. After her parents split up, leaving the kids behind, it was up to Levi to care for her three younger siblings, getting two jobs to pay for food and utilities. The stress was easy to see, earning snide remarks from the other seventh graders she'd been surrounded by at the time, making Levi feel even more like she wasn't enough for her siblings... until she snapped on the next pampered brat that'd mocked her, putting the girl in the hospital, Levi in juvie, and her siblings in foster care. Once Levi was out of juvie, she turned to a combination of drinking, drugs and cutting to relieve her pain at being left all alone in the world.

Having reread this, it sounds pretty messy...if I need to change anything, please tell me xD
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Alright, I'm cool with whatever :)
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