One World

[Zildjian]

One World...

A World of Destruction

A World of Power

A World of Hatred

A World of Jealousy

A World of Betrayal

A World...
...Of Love

When different people of different backgrounds must learn to become one, war is inevitable. When people who despise each other must learn to live under the same roof, there can never be peace. Or can there?

The Institute exists for this reason, to bring peace to our messed up wourld. By bringing teenagers, teenagers from everywhere to The Institute, they will attempt to bring the peace back to our hate-filled world. It exists on an island, in some ocean. No one knows for sure where. Letters were sent out, letters to every corner of our big blue earth, calling kids to join The Institute. They picked kids that would be hardest to work with. Criminals. Juvenile delinquents. Those with a record. If they could learn to have peace with each other, can't the world?

These kids, they came from everywhere. Middle Easterners, Aisians, Americans. Jewish, Christian, Hindu, Muslim. White, brown, black. They could have been anything. And when the 100+ students would gather on the first day of school, they would realize who they would be bunking with, and who they would be sharing their lunches with, and who were to be on their baseball team, and who were their classmates. And no one liked it. But they would be tested, and through many hardships and obstacles they would learn to work together to overcome. No matter how much they suffer along the way.

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Karim stepped carefully down the steps of the plain. The airport was smelly and dark. It reminded him oh so much of the prison cell he used to sleep in. But this was his new home. What could he do? He took out the letter he had recieved at the prison and began walking to baggage claim as he read.

Dear friend,
This is your ticket to escape. Your ticket to freedom. You are formally invited to join me at The Institute, an academic complex for teens like you. We are located on an island and you are welcome to live here. Don't think of this as a school, but more of a resort. We have fabulous beaches and wonderful scenery. We will pay for your plane ticket and everything. School starts the 21st of September. See you then!

Headmaster

There were so many things wrong with that letter. Karim grabbed his bag and headed out the door of the airport to find a cab. "Take me to The Institute," Karim said rudely as he got into the cab. The driver sighed and drove off. The taxi smelled like old cheese and gym socks. The upholstery was ripping and there was a dead rat on the floor. The driver was fat and had an earing. Karim was disgusted. The driver stopped in front of a large, brick building with steel doors and barred windows. It was connected to another building, this one larger. "DORMITORY" was painted on the door of this building. Karim sighed as he stepped out. Just like prison, he thought. The driver honked his horn and looked at him, expecting money. Karim didn't say anything, just pointed to the building as if saying, "It's on them."

Karim quickly turned and opened the door to the dormitory and stepped in. According to the ticket that came with the letter, he was in dorm room number 3. He opened the door and put his bag on the bed. He then noticed there was another bed. Great, he was bunking with someone. Hopefully it'd be a girl, after all the rooms were co-ed. But for now, he was exahusted. He layed down and closed his eyes. Just for a minute...

[Ralor Penwat]

Ralor got off the boat only to see a filthy, littered ocean. He was disgusted. Back home on the other side of this same sea he had seen clean, pure, beautiful water. This was the closest thing to that here. He read the letter to see if he had misspelled the English letters on the paperwork.

Dear friend,
This is your ticket to escape. Your ticket to freedom. You are formally invited to join me at The Institute, an academic complex for teens like you. We are located on an island and you are welcome to live here. Don't think of this as a school, but more of a resort. We have fabulous beaches and wonderful scenery. We will pay for your plane ticket and everything. School starts the 21st of September. See you then!

Headmaster

Nope he had it right. This was the place. The letter said plane ticket, but he was closer to a dock by far the dock was next door, the nearest airport was in Australia as he was on a French island . "A trip on a boat?" he said to his cell mates that were also going."This will be great fun, watching the sea as we go along." He was right too it was until they saw the pollution. So much for the wonderful scenery. He called for a taxi. "To The Institute please sir." The Tabby replied "Of course." He looked around to see if there was any good sights but all he saw was an airport, a hotel, and a large, brick building with steel doors and barred windows.This building was connected to a larger one that said DORMITORY. The Tabby dropped him off at the dormitory. He flashed the letter at the Tabby and pointed to the line that said "We will pay for your plane ticket and everything." and left the cab. He walked into the dormitory looked at the ticket that came with the letter and saw he was dorm 42. He walked in and saw the bed with his name on the end. He layed down and took a nap. He was tired from the long trip there.

[Akatsuki_Gurl]

'Two planes, a boat, and a god forsaken cab to get to this stupid island' Miya thought miserably as she slammed the door of the cab shut. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. Snorting in disgust she un crumpled the paper and read it aloud to herself.

Dear friend,
This is your ticket to escape. Your ticket to freedom. You are formally invited to join me at The Institute, an academic complex for teens like you. We are located on an island and you are welcome to live here. Don't think of this as a school, but more of a resort. We have fabulous beaches and wonderful scenery. We will pay for your plane ticket and everything. School starts the 21st of September. See you then!

Headmaster

Miya looked at the two buildings, one said DORMITORY. She began to strut towards it, as she carried her backpack on one shoulder, and pulled her suitcase with her free hand. With such horrible cordination, she managed to get throught the front doors with her things. 'Dorm 3' Miya hissed under her breath as she fell in the middle of the hallway. A squeak escaped her mouth as her pentagram came flying out of her backpack. "CRAP!" Her pentagram was all she had left of her faith, her family had burned her book of spells. Miya streached her hand out and grabbed the pentragram off of the ground and held it close to her heart. With that, she got up and walked to the door of dormitory 3. She pushed open the door, and there, on a bed was someone else. "Oh god no" she stated reprouchfuly.

[thekeyblademaker]

Pullling off his large headphones from his ears, Brol looks around to see a couple of people around the docks with luggage and duffle bags. Sighing to himself, Brol puts his headphones back on to over read the letter he got;

Dear friend,
This is your ticket to escape. Your ticket to freedom. You are formally invited to join me at The Institute, an academic complex for teens like you. We are located on an island and you are welcome to live here. Don't think of this as a school, but more of a resort. We have fabulous beaches and wonderful scenery. We will pay for your plane ticket and everything. School starts the 21st of September. See you then!

Headmaster

Pulling out a small piece of paper from his backpack, Brol reads and walks around the halls as he sees someone fall down and dropping all her stuff. Smiling, he helps the girl pick up her stuff and walked away to another hallway. Counting down the dorm rooms, Brol stops infront of Dorm 42, unlocks the door and drops all his stuff on the floor to find a familiar face inside.

[Ralor Penwat]

At the sound of the opening door he woke up and turned to see Brol. "Brol. I should have known you would be here." he then felt a sharp pain surge through his back "Aaah. Ohh." Then he fell back, remembering he forgot to take of his backpack. He took it off and slowly stood up to see if it was indeed who he thought it was.

[thekeyblademaker]

Once again taking off headphones and putting his mp5 into his bag, Brol throws his stuff on Ralor's bed.

"Lets get this straight, THIS," picks up bed, stuff and ralor ontop of it, " is Mine!"....Looks over at other bigger bed... "that's yours over there,ok?" says Brol as he calmly puts the bed down again and sits on a black leather couch.

[Ralor Penwat]

"Okay but why do you want the smaller bed?" he asked as he swapped the name tags on the beds and carried his backpack over to the other bed. "Oh and don't try any funny business with stealing my stuff because I already took inventory of it." He then stripped the bed and out of one pocket of the large backpack he pulled out his bed stuff including pillow, mattress allergy cover, mattress pad, sheet, and his favorite blanket which was soft and black. "Oh and which dresser do you want?" He pointed to the wall closest to the door where there were two dressers.

[thekeyblademaker]

"Tsh.... like i'd put my clothes in something...." takes off jacket and shirt and puts on better comfortable shirt and small jacket with furry hood. Picks up his mp5 and a small black bag and walks over to the door, " I'm gonna go take a look at the..ugh....building..."says Brol nervously as he is about to slam the door and stops, " ohh you probably want your wallet back.. i only took like 30 bucks," throws Ralor's wallet into his face and slams the door and walks around the dorms.

[Ralor Penwat]

Ralor took a shower put on a new pair of clothes and put his wallet in the pocket and put the dirty clothes down the laundry chute. He then went out and ran around seeing if anyone else had arrived at the dormitory yet by knocking on all the doors.

[Akatsuki_Gurl]

Miya glared as she claimed the only other bed in the room. She threw her things down and began to unpack. She reached into her bag and pulled out a silver chain. Miya put her pentagram on it and hooked it around her neck. Upon doing this, she exited the room and saw some freak kid knocking on all the doors. "Yo! What are you doing?" she hissed at him, from down the hallway.

[thekeyblademaker]

After visting the Director's room for sitting in a tree listening to inappropriate music, Brol looks over to see his loser roommate knocking at other people's doors in the halls.

Sighing to himself, he bumps into Miya, dropping his books. "Oh sorry.... i didn't mean to....," looking at Miya, Brol begins to studder. "ugh.....um....my...name's Brol."

[Zildjian]

@thekeyblademaker: You didn't post up a template or even say u were joining this RP in the other thread. You can't just join. Post up your temp and i'll accept you. please look at the link in the first post. also, you and roxas' posts need to be a bit longer.


Karim awoke soon after and saw the girl holding the pentagram. Well he was right about the girl part. But...was she a Mexican? She had the Mexican look, for sure. "What the hell are you doing in my room, spic?" asked Karim, rather rudely. He got out of the bed and looked at her. "When i said i wanted a chick, i meant a hot chick who i could have sex with. I didn't want a freaking spic!" he said to no one in particular. Karim had no problem with Mexicans, but he was racist, as was his whole family. He didn't know why he was sharing a room with a Mexican. What was this freaking school trying to do?

The only thing that made it worse was the fact she was holding a pentagram. Now Karim wasn't afraid of anything, but he didn't want her to be doing magic on him while he was asleep. As a strong Christian he was completely opposed to sorcery and wicca. He heard you seriously contacted Satan doing such things. And frankly, he didn't want any of Satan's demons visiting him in the night. He grabbed his bag and walked out, heading to the headmaster's office. He was going to get his room changed at any cost.

Well, he reached the office, and asked the secretary for the headmaster. "He's unavailable at the moment, darling" she replied in a hoarse and raspy voice. He sighed and asked her how he could change his room, and he explained he was in a room with "A freaking Mexican who contacts Satan and is gonna freaking do Wiccan things to me while i'm asleep!" She laughed and told him to go back to his room, there was no way he could change his room

So he returned, steaming, and eyed the girl carefully. "What's mine is mine, you f*cking touch any of it and you'll wish you didn't." he said. He didn't car about her or her stuff. But he walked into the bathroom and washed his face, did his business, and got ready to take a shower.

[Ralor Penwat]

"Shut up and just leave me to do my work. I didn't find so I am making one for myself." He then walked down to Brol. "I heard from some random kid you went to the director's room care to explain why? I hope you know if you cause any mischief i will not tolerate it." He then turned to see Karim yelling at Miya. "I am starting to think they made these arrangements of dorms on purpose." He then ran off to look all around the two buildings and made himself a map of the area.

[JH]

Marick woke up to the familiar sounds of the guard sticks clanking his steel bars. He moaned and clambered out of his bed. "F*uck." He said, rubbing his face with his hands. He stood up and went over to his sink, shaving and washing his cheeks and chin.

"Marick!" A voice came from outside his cell. "Mail."

A small letter was thrown through the bars and landed on the cold floor. Marick walked over to it, picked it up, and tore into it.

Dear friend,
This is your ticket to escape. Your ticket to freedom. You are formally invited to join me at The Institute, an academic complex for teens like you. We are located on an island and you are welcome to live here. Don't think of this as a school, but more of a resort. We have fabulous beaches and wonderful scenery. We will pay for your plane ticket and everything. School starts the 21st of September. See you then!

Headmaster

Marick looked at his watch, one of his prized possessions. September 19th. A guard arrived at his cell right after Marick looked up from his watch, as if on cue.

"Marick. You're shipping out today." The guard laughed. It was Greg, one of the guards Marick actually found a connection with. "A car's parked outside, tags are 34RTH4. Be seeing you, man."

Greg unlocked Marick's cell and waved as Marick headed down and out of the Juvi Detention Center. The car was parked directly outside, and Marick hopped inside.

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Once at the airport, time went by quickly. Before he knew it, he was at The Institute and headed for the building labeled "DORMITORY". Might as well been named "STONE BLOCK" by the looks of it. He headed for the building, pulling out the crumpled ticket from his pocket. "Dorm #2".

"At least I won't have to walk far." He mumbled to himself.

His room was right inside the door. He dropped his luggage onto the bed, and sat down next to it, staring at the floor.

[Akatsuki_Gurl]

Miya huffed and stormed back into the dorm. She threw herself down on the bed. Hell only knew that she would probally was sharing a room with someone who would hate her because of what she believed. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a black book, a sketch book. Miya then began to search for her pencil. When she found it, she pressed it against the paper and began to draw.

The picture began to unfold, a picture of a girl standing on the edge of a building, as if she was going to jump off. Tears came to Miya's eyes, as she began to shade the picture. She remembered, how she almost threw herself off of a bridge because someone wanted to have burned at the stake. She thought it be right to do them the honors, she almost took her own life. Miya finally came back to reality. She noticed her jerk of a roomate was in the shower. By the attitude she got from him earlier, she gathered that he didn't like her very much. 'Figures' Miya told herself as she held her picture up in front of her. Miya stood and quickly changed into her pjamas, for a fear that the idiotic, lame excuse for a human being would come out and see her half naked.