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conversations.value: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
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conversations.value: throwaway: Blake fiddled with his glasses as he sat there, listening to his parents talk with the school staff member. He was doing his best to avoid crying, to avoid showing the fear and sadness he was feeling. Still, the fact that he was upset was evident just from looking at his face."But why can't I just keep going to my own school? Why do things have to change?" He protested."We've already been through this Blake." His mom said, reprimanding him. "We know you don't like this but you don't have a choice.""But I hate this!""Young man, you'll be fine here at the academy. Our staff are very friendly and I can assure you that your fellow students will quickly become the best friends you've ever known. You'll be receiving superb education, living on a campus with wonderful entertainment and laying the foundation for your success in life." The staff member said. His response seemed friendly but rehearsed.Blake sat there quietly sulking about it as his parents finished their discussion with the man."Well, I suppose that's it then." Blake's father said as he and Blake's mom walked to the door.Blake stood up and frowned at them as they hugged him one last time. "Behave yourself son." His father said. "We know your upset but this really is for the best" His mom added.Blake's eyes teared up as the two of them opened the door and walked out. Instinctively he wanted to rush after them but just as he was about to do so the staff member placed his hand on Blake's shoulder and gripped it firmly. Blake knew this was a silent way of indicating that he wasn't supposed to. He wept softly for a moment. "I don't want to stay here." He whispered to himself."I'm sorry young man. I know you're upset but I guarantee you that after a few weeks you'll never want to leave.""Y-Yes Mr. Peterson *sniff* I'm just-""Hey, it's okay. You're frightened. You've never been away from your parents. I know exactly how you feel." Mr. Peterson said, emphasizing 'exactly'."No you don't!" Blake sobbed. He felt a deep sense of shame at crying but he couldn't hold back."My boy, believe it or not, I was your age once. I was actually a student here and I began coming here at your age. When my parents sent me here I felt like they were abandoning me just like you feel now. But I grew to love this place.""Really?" Blake said, his whimpering slowly starting to cede."Remember how I said you'd never want to leave. Why do you think I came to work here? Now, dry your tears and I'll show you around the grounds. Don't worry, I won't let anyone know about you crying. It's perfectly normal for boys to cry, contrary to what you might've been taught."Mr. Peterson said as he handed Blake a box of tissues.Blake did feel at ease from the man's kind manor. He relaxed a little and dried his face. After a few minutes, he calmed himself and relaxed.Mr. Peterson lead the young boy around the campus grounds. Blake realized the woods and mountains surrounding the school were beautiful and peaceful. They went to a building and walked past a few classrooms before coming to a room with arcade machines, an air hockey table and a few TV's."This here is our game room. After you finish your homework you can come down here to play games. We've got a few gaming computers and consoles and some old arcade systems and retro stuff too. Just remember, if your teachers say you're not doing well you won't be allowed in unless you get your grades up. We also sometimes bring you kids in here to watch movies.""That's... pretty cool actually."The two of them went to another building and walked past another set of classrooms. As they kept going Blake thought he smelled something like bleach. They came to a large, open gymnasium with a basketball court, climbing wall and other equipment."This is a boys' school after all. We're not just going to force you to sit in a seat all day. We know you kids have a lot of energy and need to play. We host games and all sorts of activities so you won't have to be couped up all the time. The only major rule is don't climb on the rock wall when the staff aren't here. Oh, and don't worry, our gym teacher isn't some wannabe drill sergeant. We know we're not going to get boys interested in being physically active by screaming at them and making them do push ups all day. Occasionally we even take a class out camping or hiking."Blake mustered up a timid but optimistic smile.Well, this does seem better than my old gym teacher's approach.He thought to himself."Now, lets go to your dorm. You will have a roommate of course and he might be able to introduce you to some of your other classmates. Now, I should warn you about one thing. Boarding schools are very... erm, different... from public schools anyways. They have a rather.... unique culture to them. Many of the other boys here have attended this academy since childhood. It can sometimes take a bit of time for them to accept a new kid into their midst. It can be intimidating at first but trust me, you will eventually make friends. My advice is to make friends with your dormmate first and maybe with a few other boys. They'll help introduce you to the rest of the group so you'll know a few people when classes start next week." Mr. Peterson explained as they walked up a couple stairs and past several closed doors to other dorm rooms."Ah, here we are. This is our 4th grade section... and this room will be yours. Room 207."Mr. Peterson knocked on the door twice and waved a badge in front of a sensor on the door, triggering it to unlock.Another boy was standing in the middle of the dorm room. Off in the corner was a bathroom and sink. "Ah, here you are Blake. This here is your student ID. It also works as a badge to get into the various rooms on campus and to get into your dorm. I'll let you introduce yourself to your new dormmate and settle in. We'll see you two again at dinner." Mr. Peterson said as he placed a lanyard with a photo badge on it around Blake's neck before leaving, closing the door behind him.Blake nervously looked at the other boy and slowly walked up to him. "Oh, uh, h-hi there. I'm Blake. I'm new here. So, umm, it's nice to meet you... I guess." He said as he extended his arm offering to shake hands.Character InformationName: BlakeGrade: 4Appearance: Somewhat small for his age. Blond, messy hair. Blue eyes with glasses. Skin that is pale and creamy. Like other boys he wears the schools uniform that consist of a red polo shirt and khaki colored bottoms (shorts since it's summer). His uniform's a little loose since his mom assumed he'd "grow into" his clothes.Personality and Bio: An only child, Blake isn't used to being away from his parents and he was raised in a somewhat coddled manor and is still pretty sheltered. His family is definitely "new money" having only come into wealth a few months ago and he wasn't raised to be a part of some dynasty. In his past, he attended a public school in another state and he would've been all too happy to continue doing so had he been given a choice. It had been hard enough for him to make the few friends he had back there. Shy and timid, Blake is still somewhat hyper and imaginative as boys can be. He's generally good-natured but his mood can quickly sour when he's forced to endure unwanted changes in life.
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conversations.value: StrangeBreed: "Hey..." the other boy said blankly at first, simply staring at Blake's hand. He didn't touch it at first as he surveyed the new boy up and down, glaring at the sight of a newcomer. "Michael," The boy finally said, grasping Blake's hand but only for a second, "Top bunks mine."He seemed to return back to what he had been previously doing, sorting through what looked to be records....Character Info:Name: MichaelGrade: 5Appearance: Average height and weight, brown hair and green eyes, has some frecklesPersonality and Bio: Can be standoffish and not always friendly to new people. He isn't condescending, but a tad cold. He grew up around money, but without too much support from his parents, leaving him very much independent.
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conversations.value: throwaway: "... okay." Blake said frowning a little.Does he not like me or something?He wondered.Still hoping to be social he sat down. "So, umm, this is my first year here. How long have you been here? Do you like it here?"
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conversations.value: StrangeBreed: "This is my second year," Michael responded with a shrug, dropping down onto his bed as he grabbed one of his records, looking over the booklet of his copy of Radiohead's OK Computer, "This place is alright... it's school so, you get what you get." He looked over to the boy with a little sneer, his heart dropping for a moment, "Please tell me music dosen't bother you... I don't wanna have to use headphones for another whole year."
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conversations.value: throwaway: "Uh, no. Music doesn't bother me." Blake said as he walked up to Michael."Are those... vinyl records? I heard they still made those but I've never actually seen someone who owned them." Blake said as he looked over the collection  He quickly got the sense Michael wasn't interested in him prodding through his music.
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conversations.value: StrangeBreed: Michael looked bored as he gave the boy a glare, finding his response sort of uneducated. "Yeah... lots of people still use them." He saw the boy looking over at the sleeves, "What music do you listen to?"
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conversations.value: throwaway: "Umm, just whatever's on the radio mostly. Most of it's just generic rock and metal and stuff." Blake said sheepishly.He thought for a moment. "Umm, so what else do you do for fun around here? Do you have any hobbies or anything?"
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conversations.value: StrangeBreed: Michael huffed with emphesis, "Well first off, you need some schooling in music... but for fun, I guess I like to write sometimes, music is kind of my thing though, I guess there's some sports you can play, I'm getting sorta good at Tennis." He looked over to the other boy with the same mild scowl, not all together harsh but not all that friendly either, "What do you do for fun?"
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conversations.value: throwaway: Strike one!Blake thought to himself, realizing Michael wasn't happy with his music choices."Well, uh, I guess you can listen to whatever you want. I like all sorts of stuff." He mumbled.He thought for a moment. "I guess I could play tennis or something. I don't really have much practice. At home, I used to just play a lot of video games and read books."
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conversations.value: StrangeBreed: "What games?" Michael asked as he replied to a text on his phone, smirking monetarily to himself, "What B-ooks?" he said the second word with a paused pop of his lips almost playfully.
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conversations.value: throwaway: "Umm, well I like Super Smash Brothers, Pokemon and Mario Kart. I've got a 3DS with me even." Blake said."And I like to read all kinds of books. Umm, I like the Boxcar Children and Hank The Cowdog and the Bailey School Kids stories I guess. Oh, and the Hardy Boys are fine too." He said hoping Michael would find appreciation in at least some of this stuff."Umm, what about you?"
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conversations.value: StrangeBreed: Michael seemed to be absorbing everything the other boy was saying in silence his eyes raising the odd time he would hear a certain title. "What character do you play?" he said after the 3DS comment, "With smash bros?"
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conversations.value: throwaway: "I've gotten pretty good with Ness and Meta Knight" Blake said."I saw they had some games down at that recreational area. Do you ever go play there?"
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conversations.value: StrangeBreed: "I play Duck Hunt myself... weird character but really fun once you get used to it." Michael seemed a little less stuck up as the conversation went on, eventually moving a tad closer to Blake. "I go there sometimes, table tennis is kinda fun, they have some old arcade stuff... you got an arcade back home?"
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conversations.value: throwaway: "I think there was an arcade at the mall but I never really spent time there. Would it be okay if we went to the rec room arcade? I sorta want to try it." Blake asked, hoping Michael would agree. He wanted desperately to befriend the boy.
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conversations.value: StrangeBreed: Michael nodded as he put his records away, grinning gently, "Sure, why not? I had nothing better to do."...The pair made their way down to the rec hall soon after, exchanging a very brief but friendly conversation on their way. The arcade their eyes were treated to was rather magnificent considering it was set up by a school, several varying machines of anything from pinball to House of the Dead, to classic Pac Man machines and even an old Simpsons machine that although rusty still seemed intact enough to function. "So..." Michael fianlly asked, unable to hold back a smile in this particular room, "What kinda game do you wanna play first?"
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conversations.value: throwaway: "Man, they've got some cool stuff here. I'll have to keep my grades up so that they'll always let me in." Blake commented as he looked over the various machines.He walked over to a pinball machine. It was a fairly generic one with a haunted house theme to it. Blake tapped on the glowing orange button. It was a free play button and started the game. It played an uncanny, generic horror tune."I'm pretty good at pinball. Watch this!" Blake said in a bragging tone.He pulled the plunger back, put his fingers on the flipper buttons and eyed the silver ball as it rolled down the slope... straight between the two flippers.Humbled, Blake blushed bright red. "Eh, that was... umm, I'm just not used to this machine yet."Blake shot another ball up, this time hitting it back up into the various bumpers causing the traditional rings an jingles and generic recordings of screams from some old horror movie."See, I told you I'm pretty decent at these things." Blake said as he continued to focus on the game.
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conversations.value: StrangeBreed: Michael laughed at first, patting Blake on the back, "Yeah sure... a pinball wizard." The second time however he did do a pretty good job, the ball bouncing about as he played. "You're not too bad huh? I've always like pinball machines myself... you never mess with the classics."
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conversations.value: throwaway: Blake kept the ball going for a few minutes at least watching the machine intently as he continued to play. He cycled through the remaining balls lasting for several minutes. He was pretty decent at the game, though far from perfect.After a while, the game ran its inevitable course and Blake ran out of balls. "Eh, that was pretty fun." He said.*ding* *ding* *ding*A series of beeps played over the PA system. "Umm, does that mean it's time to eat or something?"
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conversations.value: StrangeBreed: Michael nodded as he stretched with a yawn, "Yup, it's feeding time." He stepped away from Blake, leading the way without really pointing or giving too much direction. He looked lazy and bored with the day as he kept on moving, eventually looking back to Blake to complain, "It better be meatballs, if we have one more generic sandwhich or hamburger helper I'm gonna flip!"
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conversations.value: throwaway: The two boys made their way to the cafeteria. Blake caught a whiff of the scent of food. "Hmm, it smells good."The boys got in line. It turned out the food was a grilled chicken sandwich with a side salad. It looked surprisingly appetizing. Quite a contrast to the unpalatable "mystery meat" he was accustomed to from his days at public school. The sandwich didn't look greasy and the salad's vegetables actually looked fresh and brightly-colored."Hmm, this doesn't look so bad." He commented as he followed Michael through the line.He watched Michael go through the line and quickly rush over to sit at a table full of other boys. They quickly began talking and laughing with each other as Blake stood behind the table holding his tray and looking awkward.Blake's mind wrestled with what to do.Michael sure has a lot of friends. I guess he must be pretty popular. I wonder if I should go sit with them...