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Post by squirrel on Aug 30, 2010 21:08:31 GMT -5
Here is the posting order
1) Squirrel 2) DravenMeyers 3) Shazzy 4) Vamp 5) Elevnimp
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Post by shazzy on Aug 30, 2010 21:18:34 GMT -5
Coolies
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Post by squirrel on Aug 30, 2010 21:28:27 GMT -5
Here at Sea Pine Asylum, we take pride in taking care of the lovely mentally ill. We have a wonderful recreation area, delicious food, a lovely courtyard and of course a devoted staff.We deal with anyone and everyone and the best part is...no one escapes ALIVE. So you don't have to worry about the nearest towns being affected; they are safely out of our twenty mile perimeter of forested land. Oh yes the happy atmosphere is always present at Sea Pine Asylum. ___________________ Well dearies, we all know this is not actually the case. Though we do hope your stay will be pleasant. This place is the worst nightmare of many. No escape. These cages are simply your mental barriers. You may or may not be insane be we want you. Can you hold onto what's left of your sanity or will you end up belonging here? Staff OwnerName: Fluer Blanch Prideaux Race: Not human, you'll have to wait and find out... Personality: Even though she owns an asylum she's quite insane. She has a split personality. One moment she can be happy and the next she's violent. The nice side of her is very friendly and likable. Oh, but the other half is sadistic, violent and irrational. Head SurgeonName: Erik Osweld Race: Human Personality: With patients he is sadistic and cruel with the other staff members his is quite nice. My Patients (Characters I will be playing)Name: Lexi Bosocoe Nickname X (But Spade usually the only one who calls her that) Age: 19 Race: Necromancer (But she doesn't know it) Brought to asylum: Feb 22nd Why:She's haunted by ghosts but her family just thinks she wants attention Personality: Kind, caring person who has a small temper. Freaks out when things go wrong or when people screw up badly but all in all normal Extra: She doesn't do pills. Name: Spade Hyde Age: 21 Race: Watcher (Basically human but she can see things others can't) Brought to asylum: July 10th Why: Her anxiety and fear grew into fits, claims she can see although all tests show she is blind. Growing signs of developing "mood swings" and Schizophrenia Personality: Quiet and polite but by no means shy. Can be oblivious and doesn't think like others do, she can get frustrated easily but is an all over sweet caring girl. Spade hates being alone and loves to hear anyone's voice. A little lazy when it comes to remembering peoples names so she usually just uses the first letter in their name or something along those lines. Name: Eli Bruin Nickname: E (but only Spade calls him that) Age: 14 Race: Unknown Brought to asylum: Unknown Why: It is unknown WHEN and HOW he was brought to the asylum. But it is known why his is here. Research claims Eli has all the symptoms of every mental disorder from Schizophrenia to bipolar, antisocial, panic attacks, pot traumatic stress disorder and emotional deregulation. No one really knows just how to figure out his mind of Little Eli, but studies say that he is a walking case of imagination. That he literally copies and pretends he is delusional, insane and suicidal, when he really is not. No further explanation has been found yet, despite therapy. Personality: However he acts displays what mental disorder he has observed and copied from the other patients. Acts somewhat childish and absent-minded. Extra: ‘Don’t touch my notebook’ he likes to read and write in his book. Known to attack and stab people who’ve tried to take it away. The Beginning “Lexi! Open up!” A pint and a half sized kid pounds on a metal door hoping to get a response but he didn’t hear any.Lexi lay wide awake in her bed hoping that Eli would just go away, she didn’t want to deal with anyone or thing today. She just wanted to be left alone by everyone including the doctors, she was fed up with them poking her and probing her to do their ‘experiments’ or ‘routine check-ups’ as they called them.“Come on! I know you’re in there and I know you’re awake. I mean seriously who could sleep in a place like this?” He pounded some more on the door, he wasn’t going to give up that easily and if she thought that he was then she was dead wrong.“Really? Bugging X this late E. That’s not a very nice thing to do you know” A tall but petit came sauntering up to Eli and then pulled him away from the door. Then she crouched down to his level even though she couldn’t actually see him. “What’s so important that you have to bug her right now?”Eli looked away from Spade and just bit his lower lip. He wanted to tell Lexi first before anyone. He knew that she would be thrilled well maybe not that much about what he had to say, “Well…I wanted to tell her…um…there are new people?”Spade’s eyebrows knitted together ‘new people?’ She thought to herself “What do you mean by that E?” She pulled herself up onto a nearby bench and Eli sat next to her.“Well I was sneaking around and I heard the front desk lady saying that they are getting some new transfers or patients I can’t remember” he placed his hands in his lap and played with his shirt. He knew that Spade would do something to get them all in trouble or maybe just blab that he had been sneaking around. He really didn’t know what to make of Spade yet.Spade got off the bench and started to knock on Lexi’s door and then Eli joined in “X open up, we’ve got good news” Spade cooed, she knew that it would take some coxing to get Lexi out, seeing as how the girl was having some trouble lately.Lexi finally gave in and walked over to her door opening it just a crack “What’s the news?” She inclined; she did have this stupid habit of being way too curious.E says that Sick Minds (as the patients called the asylum) is getting some new inmates” Spade said in a too cheerful tone with a huge grin to match it.Lexi’s eyes widened and she stepped out of her room and closed the door “No way! We haven’t had anyone new in months” she clapped her hands together “Come on, let’s go scouting” Lexi grabbed Spade and Eli’s hand and started off to the front of the asylum or as close as they were allowed to get.The three of them ran up and down the hallways that twisted this way and that. New comers would get lost their first couple of days but they knew where they were going. They made it to the front windows that showed them everything (well almost everything) that went on, on the other side. They waited patiently to see who the new people were and then they would start sizing them up.((OOC: thank you all to who joins. I know it’s long but bare with me. I did it this way so that you wouldn’t know who runs the place, what she is like and then I did just a bit on my characters so you all would know who they are. You can use my format or not or you don’t have to put one up of your characters n here that’s ok. I just wanted to so it doesn’t get too confusing. Other then that I can’t wait for it to get started.))
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Post by dravenmeyers on Aug 31, 2010 0:42:46 GMT -5
Darron SandovalAge: 35, as far as he's told.... alias: Konrad Beezo race: human brought to asylum: he can't remember, but from the looks of it, its been a very, very long time why: the docs tell him that he's got severe PTSD but wont tell him why or how he got it, they just try to block the memories responsible with various drugs and erased most of the others in the process which developed into him having paranoid schizophrenic delusions.
Darron looks down at the beautiful woman beneath him. "i love you, i will always love you," he says looking deep into her eyes dimly lit by the soft glow of the candles behind them. "why the fuck are you cheating on me?" the woman replies and in an instant the candle's light brightens to almost a fluorescent brilliance. she slaps him across the face. "well, are you gonna answer me?" she screeches. "I... uh... what?" Darron replies looking around in confusion. he shakes his head violently...
Darron opens his eyes to the blank white ceiling. "well... that was an odd one... today's not going to be just another day..." he says to himself as he lifts himself off of the cot. he walks tiredly over to the wall across from the bed. staring at the blank white wall he says, "half past the monkey's ass, quarter to his balls. woke up just in time for lunch." Darron smiles as he lets out a small chuckle. "well, off we go now." As Darron walks down the halls to the cafeteria, he looks with disgust at the empty walls and ceilings. "why so white!" he exclaims, "not so much as a goddamn hand rail!" he looks at a security camera, the same one he does everyday at about lunchtime and says "YOU!" pointing his finger at the camera, "YOU are the reason I'm in here! i didn't kill nobody! YOU and your white walls and ceilings! YOU MADE ME CRAZY!" he settles down. "I'm so sorry Mr Redd." so aptly named for the small blinking red light, the only thing on the camera that doesn't blend into its white surroundings. "I shouldn't have blown up at you, you've been my only company in this god forsaken place." Darron smiles and looks up at Mr Redd, "are we all better, my friend?" He pauses for a few seconds and his smile grows bigger. "I knew you would understand, you've always been the best listener i can find in this prison."
Darron enters the cafeteria and orders his usual. "Sloppy Joe with fries, make that extra sloppy." he walks his tray to is normal spot in the corner. "All these poor childeren..." he mumbles while he shovels the sandwich into his mouth. "they should be in school... and their stupid parents bring them here because the poor bastards just want some attention." he glances down at his half eaten Joe and says, "what do you think Joey?" He clears his throat and says in a higher pitch voice, "I think your intuition and logic are flawless." suddenly his right hand grabs a French fry, "you two are full of yourselves," the ballsy fry interjects, "you know you've been here your whole life," the fry turns to Joe, "and you know your just supposed to be food, you can't have a voice in any discussion!" Joe looks up at Darron, "On second thought, Konrad, the yellow jackass has a point. you have been in an insane asylum for far too long, in fact, you have seen people come and go, live here and die here." a sudden confused look comes over Darron's face "But... I thought you understood, Joe. but THIS little jackoff comes and changes your mind and everything that we've ever talked about." Darron throws his tray on the ground and screams at the top of his lungs "YOU WOULD BELIEVE A F..." he looks up at the young man walking into the cafeteria. "hello, what have we got here..." he stands and walks up to the new comer. "now, here we have a new friend." The man looks at Darron in confusion. "i believe i can take you under my wing, young one."
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Post by shazzy on Sept 1, 2010 3:07:16 GMT -5
oh how lovely she had been as a baby. Her rich parents displaying her of like a piece of art work. Something went wrong though. So terribly wrong. A child of pure evil, she would watch you her beautiful brown eyes suddenly flicking red then you knew it was time to run. Steer clear and keep away while she went on one of her rampages. Her eyes ever so watchful and alert, always staring at you know your very inner essence. As that sweet blood flowed through your body, your heart beating all she could sense. Yet It was the same old story a lie so deceptionally good the doctors had conjured up to tell her parents. Eyes changing colour, a split personality. Who could believe that. What with a smile so innocent. She appeared meek and defenseless. Thats what made her so evil, they'd told her parents. Such a beautifully fake lie. Then it had happened. A naive expression could do for one charms. Comical how it worked. Batter your eyelashes they came so willingly. Not anymore. Stand over a dead body and try and convince them it was' Her' Not you. A split personality the psychiatrists had diagnosed her with then locked away. The more she spoke of 'her' the worse it got. The imaginary friend no one could see went out and killed that poor woman. Yeah like hell that was real. She was a criminal, insane at that. Too be treated as an animal and locked away for good. Don't trust the innocent face the doctor told the nurses. This one was pure evil. The moment she acted up a simple injection would suffice.
Sahara could remember a time of being normal. If such a thing truly existed a normal, happy life. Her family was together and content, she had good friends, her schoolwork was above average. Everything was to her satisfaction, until the day she turned thirteen. She discovered that at even the slightest touch, a disorienting array of images plagued her mind. They were fuzzy at first, the only gain she received from them was horrible headaches. But as she saw them more and more, she became more accustomed, and they slowly became clearer to her. Then 'Her' as she'd come accustomed to calling her had appeared driving her insane and tormenting her thoughts like a plague. You weren't mean to see the deceased, too speak of such things were forbidden. Wasn't that why the lie had been conjured up, wasn't this now why she was doomed to stare ever after more at the same blank walls no matter what asylum she was drafted too. With a heavy sigh she took her first step into the asylum her vision hazy, her mind muddled up from all the drugs they'd given her. Without a care or thought she slunk too the ground her knees drawing straight to her chest. Truly. This sucked
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Post by vamperious on Sept 1, 2010 3:24:10 GMT -5
Name: Sasha Race: Russian Brought to the asylum: she was never good with dates. Reason: She in clinically insane, part schizophrenic-but its really just a little girl and her imaginary friend Andras-only Andras only kills those he finds unstable for her to be around at her young age and influence-he is how ever invisible but to her a very very select few. The parents had been concerned with their daughter when she started talking about weird things that were happening around her. Such as a persons head being taken off and all she would do was nod to her side and walk away while others simply screamed and chaos started. IT was always over looked that the little girl would do anything-thought she didn't but the parent's had been contacted by the police about a few video tapes and Sasha at the age of 7 was taken away. She had met Andras when she was 4- he came under the Christmas tree in a box with her baby bib-she loved it-well him. They were best friends immediately-and if anyone threatened her-he took care of it- he stood as tall as a 6 ft man but never said a word outside her mind.Al thought they disagree on some things they are usually in sync with one another-until they separation-when she was taken in she had no time to tell Andras-but he followed and the ambulance just happened to crash and there were no survives save her-with not a scratch on her soft skin. Today with Andras , they had been sent to a new place- the state had ruled the family unfit to handle her case since it still persisted-as she still had her Andras-but today she was sad- and Andras was feeling sad as well-but she was scared of the new place-she kept her head down as eh was lead into the asylum's office area-standing next to another girl-she didn't bother even looking around-as Andras was doing that for her- she was getting full images in her head-and he was also trying to cheer her up. He didn't like the look of the other girl how ever- he wanted her to move away- thought the man wouldn't let her.
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Post by elvenimp on Sept 1, 2010 11:56:54 GMT -5
Some called him albino, skin as white as snow, hair as silver as the moon. But that wasn't the case. For albinos don't have eyes colors other than pink right? His were odd to say the very least. His left one being black, so much so that the pupil almost blended in and his right, which was the odd part was gold; bright liquid gold. People had trouble looking him in the face because of his...deformity as they called it. Really it was nothing more than a side effect because of his 'delusions'. At least he didn't like to think they were real but alas he knew they were. His skin, so white from almost not outside contact with the sun, his hair a gift from his mothers side. Those were the true reasons behind his odd ball look but of course They blamed it, some how, on his mental disorders. He apparently suffered from Schizophrenia, Astraphilia and Astrophilia, Eosophobia, and Explosive Anger Syndrome which was caused by his 'multiple personalities.'Remus O'Conaill, at least that is what he thought his name to be, knew that that he in fact did not have multiple personalities, nor was he afraid of sunlight, and he definitely was not sexual attracted tho lightning, nor the stars. Though he could understand why 'They' would think that. He saw things, strange things. He still wasn't sure what they were. Another dimension, ghosts, the past, the future? He still hadn't figured it out but he knew that he wasn't a schizo for he didn't have all the true symptoms. He would lash out and change moods, and almost personalities when he was seeing these things. He changed from his calm, observant, and somewhat distant behavior to an angry, in your face, and confused cornered animal. Another one of his issues, though the 'They' didn't think that this was an issued, was his memory and ability to think. He was a classified genius and his test scores were through the roof. 'They' said that anyone as smart as him was bound to have many issues and that it was a shame that his mind couldn't be put to good use. Remus didn't always like his mind. Always thinking, always looking and listening so ordered and complex that he was amazed it was even him doing the thinking. Sometimes he relished in his visions, only when he was alone of course, but it gave him a break from constantly thinking. So he stepped into the Asylum that he had been sent to, his black and gold eyes surveying every detail and memorizing them, every new face was documented and saved for later when and if he had a name to place on it. He was hearing a black tee and jeans, large and fresh twisting scars curving down his right arms, even over the wrist. There was a large cross like symbol on his chest that no one could see at this moment. His last 'episode' was the reason he was here and he was almost grateful. He could be left in peace, well more so than out in the real world. He wasn't mentally ill he didn't believe but he could be dangerous. He had hurt himself during the episode and had woken up in the hospital, finding out he had almost died. This had intrigued him he would have to do research on himself later. He looked around at this point and stayed away from the two girls, waiting to see what was to come. ((Just wanted to add that his age range is 22-24 and he may or may not be completely human))
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Post by squirrel on Sept 2, 2010 2:17:05 GMT -5
"Well now this is going to be fun" Lexi clapped her hands as the new comers made there way into the asylum. She wasn't sure who she wanted to talk to first. Her eyes scanned the lot again trying to pick out who she wanted to talk to first. The first girl seemed interesting but she was a little young and Lexi might scare her off and the second girl...there was something about her that she didn't want to mess with but the guy seemed quiet. Probably not much fun.
"Why do you find so much enjoyment out of this Lexi" Eli asked her but she had just stared intently at the people. He himself looked out at the people again and he knew who he was going to talk to first but he wondered if Lexi would forget all about him because of these new people. He became slightly sad.
"She likes it cause she likes new people. More people for her to get attention from but be careful X. One of these people could be competition for you" Spade chuckled softly. "Especially that second girl and that thing with her gives me chills" Spade turned to walk away "But I'm more interested in that guy, did you see him" She chuckled as she walked away.
Lexi and Eli looked at each other slightly dumbfounded "How did she...?" Lexi stuttered "How can she...?" Eli questioned and just watched Spade walk away, they both shrugged their shoulders and turned back to the new people. "Hey! You two aren't suppose to be down here! This is off limits" A nurse called to them from down the hallway. Lexi turned to Eli and grabbed his hand. They started to run in the opposite direction of the nurse laughing their heads off "You'll never catch us" Lexi called out through her giggling.
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Post by dravenmeyers on Sept 2, 2010 3:38:05 GMT -5
Robert Dufresne
Age: 24 Alias: none, he hates all the shortenings of Robert. especially Bob. Race: human Brought to the asylum: new arrival. hasn't even gotten there yet.
"In the case of Dufresne vs. the people, how find you?" Robert looks to his right and sees the first man in a row of 12 stand. "In the charge of murder in the first degree, we find him guilty and in need of a psychoanalysis." Robert looks across the now dimly lit room at the doctor looking up at him, eyes barely above the papers in his hand. "Mr. Dufresne, your psychoanalysis results are in.""And the verdict?" Robert's hands start to sweat. his mind begins to race. is it insane? is it sane and off to jail? in any event, his life as he knew it was over and his best possible outcome is to spend the rest of his life in a psyche ward. at least no one would sodomize him there. "This may be hard to swallow, Mr. Dufresne, but you are legally insane. we have already checked you into the Sea Pine Mental Hospital. they are the leading authority on mental health and they are located less than 100 miles from here." Robert knew this would be the outcome. only the best actor and son of a shrink could purposefully do that bad on a psyche-eval.
Robert looked around the white bus. all the usual nut cases his dad always talked about. the sad thing was that most of them were kids. a few of them popped out to him though. there were two girls, one sitting there, quiet, just staring innocently out the window. the other seemed to just gander at the empty seat next to her. and the guy... the guy sitting there that Robert couldn't possibly put a finger on.
they walked down the sterile white halls, into the sterile white cafeteria. Robert looked around, so many people. suddenly, he saw a man in the corner, he would guess about 10 years older than himself, throw his food onto the floor. The man, screaming incomprehensible words at the food that now lay splattered on the tile whipped his head up to receive the new arrivals. He sprung up from his seat and almost danced over to Robert, his eyes never leaving Robert's. "Now here, we have a new friend" the man says as he throws his arm around Robert's shoulder. Robert turns his head, wondering how anyone in this God forsaken place would readily accept him. the man gazes into Robert's eyes with a creepy stare. "I believe i can take you under my wing, young one"[/size]
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Post by shazzy on Sept 2, 2010 4:34:27 GMT -5
Sahara snuck a look at the girl opposite to her before scanning the room focusing on the others. Everyone seemed so much older then here. Closing her eyes she hugged her knees tighter to her chest her head bowed brown hair spilling forward. What ever they'd dosed her with had been much to high she could barely even string a sentence together let alone think. Blinking her eyes slowly she could only sit and wait till the medicine wore off. Amusing how they felt compelled to juice her up on drugs to transport her too a new place. Did they really fear her that much. Feeling a set of eyes on her she flinched pressing against the wall. Where was she, she wanted her she needed someone to talk to. Even if she'd just drive her insane with the horrible things she'd done that day she wanted a friend. How long had she been in the last place, a year maybe less. Could it have been longer. Raising her head she snuck a look outside the window, the sun was up. She couldn't talk to her till later. ' Your gone I need you. ' Lost in her own mind she barely noticed let alone heeded any attention to the people walking past her. Maybe later she'd ask someone the date, work out what day it was. Or maybe this place was run the same as the last. Everything in regulation, no time to play. It had been horrid for a child of thirteen, But she was fourteen now wasn't she...well at least that's what the nurse said. Didn't that mean she'd been there for a year. Her mind now in a whirl she released a soft gasp as one of the nurses touched her. Instantaneously she was on her feet staring up at the nurse with a dangerous expression. " Do. Not. Touch. Me. " Such simple words from the child sent the nurse reeling back in shock.
Trembling she backed away from the woman her arms instantly wrapping around her shoulders hugging her tiny frame. If 'Her' was here that woman surely would regret laying a hand on her. Her friend would teach her a good lesson...only didn't they want too change. Didn't they want to be good. Blinking her eyes she sat back down on the ground any hostility shown before instantly disappearing replaced with the image of a scared child. Hanging her head she stared intently at her hands ignoring the nurses appearing, their voices so loud on her throbbing head. Someone wanted her to move, someone else was shouting. Why couldn't they just stop. All that noise was scary. Now she wanted out of here. Where was her safe haven.
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Post by vamperious on Sept 2, 2010 12:49:34 GMT -5
'I want you to stay away from that girl Sasha-promise me you will...' Whispered Andras to Sasha as he eyed Sahara with his eyeless sockets-not wanting her to go near her. " I promise Andras--Hello -nurse? Can I go to my room please? Andras says its getting a bit colder and he dosen't want me to get a cold..." The nurse looked at her confused then shook her head and returned to her papers as she was reading up on their files. She pursed her lips getting impatiant-"Andras-she wasnt listening...can You make her listen to me please?" She wishpered to her left-just over her shoulder to Andras-but he was preoccupied as he was looking past a mirrored glass into the residentual area hall-he had seen a girl-and he had felt her gaze on him-'There is someone here who can see me also little Sahsa-perhaps she has a death god as well?' He questioned her-totally oblivious that she had spoken before. "I doubt it-my dear Andras-Now will you do as I asked? She ignored me- and I'm getting cold..." The bird head moved from looking at her to the nurse behind the reception glass- he did indeed step from behing her-pushing past the man to her left and then using his right hand/sissor he ran the blade down the glass-causing it to make a horrendous screech then it shattered- the nurse was shocked. As the glass shattered she covered her face and let out a scream. Andras returned to Sashas' side. 'Was that well my dear?' "Yes thank you Andras- Miss? May I go to my room NOW?" she said a little snippy. THe nurse called the secrity and they put her in a stray jacket and put an eye mask on her-She asked Andras to stand down during this not wanting to dirty the pretty white floor-just yet as they took her to her room. They how ever left her bound and blind in her room. 'They are sick if they think you can live all tangled up and sightless...' "Patientce my Andras- If you would please cut these off of me- they are a bit tight-they are the ones thinking I'm ill-I must behave so I can go home..."
Andras's head rose a little as thogh in surprise- 'and what about me dear Sasha?' She smiled as he cut the coat and eye band off," Of course you as well silly-you are part of me-we will always be together-and if they can't accept this they will die..." She said with a cute smile as she cuddled into his side as they sat on the floor in the small padded room that was temporarly hers...
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Post by elvenimp on Sept 2, 2010 16:41:36 GMT -5
Observing everything, silently, and almost coldly. He kept his distance as things played out. The younger of the two girls to his left surprised him somewhat with the fierceness of her tone and his brow furrowed as she then fell back looking quite young and very frightened. He could tell that she was uncomfortable and did feel bad for her, though he could tell she was on some sort of drug by the way she looked. Another thought popped into his head, since when were children this young sent to an asylum? He sighed inwardly as the noisy nurses began to give him a headache.
Against his better judgment, Remus decided to try and help though as he began to walk towards the young girl he felt something barely touch him. He looked around some and smirked. There was obviously something here that he couldn't see. This hypothesis was confirmed by the loud screeching and then the breaking of the glass. 'Wonderful', he thought happily. He now had something more to ponder over while he was here. Maybe he would find out. The other girl was then carted off, though she seemed quite calm about it. He then remember hearing her muttering and looking over her shoulder. Hmm... this was going to be fun though of course he would have to deal with doctors and nurses trying to give him drugs or doing tests. That might impair his thinking. He wouldn't mind much sometimes but...he did like to keep himself busy.
So he made his way also to the other girl and knelt down in front of her. He wondered if she was truly mentally ill, if so he would have to be careful but of course that was what careful assessment was for. Remus than realized that he had a dilemma. He was horrible with human relations and had never really talked to anyone as young as he assumed this girl to be but non the less he felt bad. The nurses stood back a little, confused as to what he might be doing. "Are you alright...um.. Miss?" He questioned, his voice having a thick accent that wasn't quite place-able but he knew that it was most likely from not talking to anyone in a while and also because he knew quite a few languages in fact the number was around ten though not all were completely fluent. His one black and one gold eye surveyed her quickly summing up her looks and storing it away. The more detail he had about everyone the better he could file them away in his mind. He then turned to the nurses and some of them looked at him with funny eyes. They must have thought he looked weird. "You are being quite loud. Would you please quiet yourselves down. She is only a child and it is obvious that you are bothering her." He received glares because of his stern voice but they quieted down slightly. Still kneeling he turned back towards her. None of the nurses had come up to him yet though he did wonder when they would be assigned to rooms or something of the sort.
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Post by squirrel on Sept 2, 2010 17:02:48 GMT -5
Lexi and Eli ran to the cafeteria and stopped seeing Konrad sling his arm around someone’s shoulders. “What is with this place?” Lexi commented and pointed to Konrad and the person she didn’t know and Eli just shrugged his shoulders. “Hungry?” She asked him and then Eli thought about it “Not really, their food makes me sick” he finally said and she nodded her head. “Eli Bruin” His name was called and he turned around to see a nurse standing at the back of the cafeteria and he hung his head “I don’t want to go alone Lexi” He said in a soft sad tone. She crouched down to his level and gave him a hug “Everything will be ok Eli” “Eli Bruin Doctor Oswald would like to see you today” and that made Eli even more nervous and ridged. “It will be ok” Lexi said one more time and he nodded his head. He knew that if he didn’t follow the nurse soon that they would drag him out.
Eli walked up to the nurse and she smiled down at him “Now that’s a good boy, you’re learning” she said and placed a hand on his shoulder leading him out of the cafeteria. She walked him down the white hallways and then through some pitch black doors where Doctor Oswald’s office was. But she stopped and turned to a door before his office and walked him inside. She sat him down in a chair and hand cuffed him to it and that was something new. “Just wait here and the Doctor will be in soon” and then she left “Where the hell am I going to go?” He sneered at her.
Spade walked along the hallways and was trying to find that girl. She wanted to get a little more information on that thing that was following that small girl. Then her next agenda was that guy but that could wait. Spade came to a room that gave off some odd sensations. She placed her hand on the wall to try and find the door. When she found it she pulled her hand away quickly “Wow” she exclaimed. The energy being given off was extraordinary. She tapped on the door lightly “Hello?” She called softly seeing if this was the right room.
Lexi looked around the cafeteria and wondered what she should do, she really didn't want to talk to Konrad. She sighed heavily and then left the cafeteria. She walked along the hallways trying to figure something out.
Front desk "Alright now, Sahara you will be in room 27 in wing B. These men will take you to your room and Remus you will be 12 in wing A these men nurses will escort you sir" The nurse set down her clip board and turned to a few more nurses "Now we need to take care of that little brat that broke my window" they all nodded and started to head off. With two more men staying at front to make sure no one decided to make a break for it.
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Post by dravenmeyers on Sept 3, 2010 4:06:02 GMT -5
"excuse me sir, i believe you're mistaken", Robert said with hopes that the crazy new man would leave him alone. Darron's head turned sharply at the sound of distant glass shattering. His head moved back to meet Robert's just as quickly as it had left. "who says im mistaken... was it the fry?" Darron replied with utmost sincerity. Robert blinked a few times and answered "whats that about a fry?" Darron smacked his lips almost as if he were mouthing the words before he spoke them, waves his hand around like a magician making a subject disappear. "Never mind that, of course im not mistaken, YOU are special". Robert looked around nervously "what do you mean special?" Darron shook his head violently, "THAT DOESN'T MATTER NOW!" Darron calms down suddenly, "now can we PLEASE concentrate on the matter at hand?" Robert, still confused, decides to give into the crazy man's request and asks, "what might this matter be?" Darron opens his eyes wide surprised at the fact Robert didn't already know. "you see, I know you aren't crazy and that means you AREN'T supposed to be here... now because you aren't supposed to be here, its my job to get you out".
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Post by shazzy on Sept 3, 2010 5:17:10 GMT -5
Finger nails dug tightly into the skin on the palms of her hands while Sahara stared intently at the ground. All this noise, she wasn't going to cope and adjust to it neither would 'her.' The shattering glass only increased her fears as the nurses bustled about bitching about the broken window. Was that truly the worst of their problems. Clenching her eyes shut tightly her finger nails broke skin tiny crescent cuts appearing on her palms. it would be quite disastrous when her friend arrived in the asylum that night. Gone was the peaceful noiseless room replaced with chaos and ever so much noise. Raising her hands she covered her ears a desperate attempt to block out the noise. Boy had that medication seriously screwed with her head.
Still trembling in fear she released a soft gasp as the man knelt down in front her. Instantaneously she reacted backing away from him pressing up against the wall her eyes wide with fear. What did he want, was he going to yell at her. She didn't want any more noise. Why wouldn't it go away. Cautious of the man she snick a look at him before slowly letting her hands drop to her lap. His question was she meant too answer it. She didn't want too talk it just contributed more to the noise. Looking away from him her thoughts clouded her mind. Did he genuinely want to know if she was alright or was it a trick, the doctors did that. Pretended to care but that wasn't the case. She could see through their deception. Though hadn't he arrived like she and the girl before had. Weren't they in the same boat. Frowning lightly she looked once more to her palms the flicks of crimson startling her. Great now they'd accuse her of self harm. The cycle of noise would never end.
Still failing to give the man an answer she looked across to the nurses relief appearing on her face they'd quietened down. He'd truly honestly gotten them to quieten down. Later when things weren't so scary and loud she'd thank him. Later here's hoping she wouldn't be so juiced up on drugs. All she could manage was a tiny small timidly smile of appreciation before she timidly dropped her head. She couldn't say thanks she really had no desire to talk but at least a smile showed she was grateful. Or so she hoped. Footsteps drawing closer a nurse addressing her and she still failed to stand up. She'd sit and stay in the safety of the hallway or they could drag her to her room. It was really their funeral if they tried the latter. 'Her' would come and then they would regret their actions
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