Post by Rosaline C on May 7, 2008 16:59:33 GMT -5
We're All Just People In Masks
[/font]It's a masquerade you can't escape. Nobody knows who you are, until they truly meet you. But do they want to meet you? Only you know what you're capable of. And sometimes, what you're capable of, might be a little intense for people to hear. Sometimes, they think you're crazy. Other times, they'll be freaked out and run. But there's always one place you can run to...
Blackwood Academy.
Let's say you're from the ages of sixteen to twenty-one. You're out of control, but what youngster isn't? Your parents sent you here as a last resort. They kiss you goodbye and tell you to write.
But you're too busy to write. You're too busy learning about what Blackwood Academy really is. A detention center for freaks. And that's not the joust of it. Hidden beneath their white jackets of promise, the 'doctors' need you for testing.
They're testing your powers.
That's right, powers. Some have the ability to read minds, some can teleport to wherever they wish, and some can control the dead. It's a whole mess of kids who were born with these defects in their genes. Most come here because their powers have gotten out of control. Others come because they don't know what else to do.
But the doctors aren't helping you. They will never be doing anything but making things worse. It's all a hoax. That's all it'll ever be:
A Picture Perfect Masquerade
Of Sinful Casualites.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
Try to make it out alive. That's all you can do.
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