Psych Ward By Accident

[prévoyez*la-vie]

"Mom, where are we going?" I asked while playing with my hair and starring out at the dark growling sky. "To the doctors dear. You need a check up." She was ancey. Very un-comfortable. I would always catch her taking a glance at me every once in a while as she drove. "Is something wrong with me, Mom? Am I not allowed to see Joey anymore?" Not answering me, I got impatient. "Mom!?" Taking one last glance at me she got fed up. "You arn't normal Emma! Seeing people that I cannot see isn't normal! Something is wrong with you so I'm going to take you to the doctors to find out." Never have I seen mother so frustrated with me over something I couldn't control. "This isn't my fault! Joey told me I have a special ability. Something only a few people get. It is what makes me special." Mother shook her head. "Special. That term is used for people with talent. Not people with psychosomatic disorders."

Jolting awake was not the best thing to do when you are laying upon a single bed, which is already to small for you. I fell to the floor and hit my head on the bedside table on the way down. "Oh God damn it." I said, holding my hand to the back of my cranium. In pain I proped my back against my bed and layed my head back.

Psycosomatic Disorders. That's how mom had put it nine years ago. I was eleven then, and twenty-one now. I now know that this ability is so much more powerful then it was nine years ago. If only mom could see me now. Wait, nevermind I lied. She can see me. Talking to me every holiday and the occasional stressful day. Telepathicly that is. Mom has no choice now but to accept that the gift I have is real; because she was now one of the spirits who contact me.

I always wake up after the part when Mom tells me about my disorder. I never want to remember the rest. I always end up playing it in my head after I wake up anyways. Like the dream doesn't ever go away. The same one every night. I would wake up and think about what had happened next.

"Mom stop, You're making them angry." I pleaded her to stop very stricktly. Speeding the car up she got angry, and started to cry. "Why can't you be normal! Whose them!? They can't do anything! They don't exist! They can't exist! They died! Emma who is, they!?" Shaking my head I saw my mother's aura change from her normal blue, and yellow to a dark red, and black. I tried to comfort her by placing my hand on her shoulder. Jolting away from my touch the car swirved into the opposing lane. Around the corner we skidded straight infront of a deep blue 1997 Ford pick-up truck.

I remember it so well up until then. The very last thing I remember is being drug across the road by Joey and watching my car explode with my mother in it. 'She deserved it. She had no right talking about you or me like that. She will learn this way.' He had said to me, with sympathy yet with a stern face. The man who hit us starred at me with huge eyes. He had just watched me get drug across the street by nothing. I could just imagine what was going through his head.

Laughing I stood up and looked around my dark room. My white, confined, door locked from the outside cell. From what the man had seen, he had called the Mental Institution of Seatle. They immediatly picked me up and ploped me down here. Just for having a few 'imaginary' friends and predictions of, well, the future I guess you could call it. With no family left to claim me I became a permanant residant of Seatle's institution.

When I got here I thought I would be the only one with this kind of situation. I mean getting placed into a Psych Ward by accident. But that wasn't true. I had wait the whole nine years to finally meet them. I heard about them through Jake; who was currently my mental Pyro boyfriend. Or at least we treated eachother like we were together. Jake told me about two people who were my age. Brother and sister. "One of 'em claims to see aura's and colours around people, and that she can heal someone! Knows where the illness is in a sick mans body! Can you believe that Em?" He told me yesterday with his Irish accent. "The other, the male, says he sees things. Like you. Exept he doesn't know how to control it. Says they take over his body."

Taking over the body, Huh? That had happened to me before. My entire system was taken over by Toby. A young female who likes to play games with me. Anyways, I must find these two who claim to have the power. Or are they actually just mental and claim abilities they don't have.

Have they been put in the Psych Ward By Accident like I have?

[prévoyez*la-vie]

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:- No Godmodling. I am the Creator of this thread. Keep it that way.
:- Swearing is perfectly fine, Just take you sex drives to Personal Message.
:- I can not stress enough about people being Literate!. You must spell things as best as possible and write at least 4 full senances for each post. We need something to work with on your post so we can make ours.
:- When your character talks use "Quotations" When they think or dream use Italics. When talking outside of the story use ((brackets)) or OOC: .

:- This is a Psych Ward anything could possibly happen.
:- Violence all depends on your Characters Psych.
:- There are Nurses, Security Guards and cameras. Don't think you can get away with murder here.
:- Nurses are rude and impatient. So don't expect to be able to get with them just because they wear Kinky outfits. xD
:- The Instiution has groups for people with Drinking Problems, Drug addictions, Flame Addiction -Pyro-, Pain Addiction -Cutting, injuring self-, etc.
:- This isn't just for mental patients. Half of the Ward is a Rehab.
:- Medication comes around 4pm everyday in the lobby. You must be there otherwise you get confined in your room for the next three days.
:- Wake up call is 7am. You may go for naps but you must get up to eat first.
:- Tv is only availible in the Lobby. One television for everyone. And it's always on the news channel, so don't bother unless you like it.
:- As far as entertainment goes there is two pool tables and two Ping-Pong tables.
:- You do not have ipods or cell phones. Computers are a different story. You are allowed on the computer for 15 minutes a day; under the supervision of a security guard.
:- If you are caught with any narcotics or weapons you will be transfered to the Red Wing. Which is a confined facility on the opposite side of the institution. You go there and you never come back. You are put into a white padded cell where only people can talk to you through your bar window on your door.

If you have read these rules put; Im a psycho in your very first post.

Have fun guys. Make this wild. Make it fast paced.



Characters

Emma Miller :- A Main Character. Psychic, Talks to the dead, Sees auras. :Played By:- prevoyez*la-vie
Jake Morgan :- A Main Character. Sees Fire all the time, Pyro :Played By:- xXfireflyXx
Gwen Turner :- A Main Character. Sees Auras, Heals. :Played By:- Guendolen_Sama
Nathan Turner :- A Main Character. Psychic, Gateway for Spirits to encounter others. :Played By:- Angelkitsune


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twistedpryro:- Jakki Williams
Death's_Soul:- Rosalie Thompson
Masochistic_Massacre :- Jude Sykes
xXfireflyXx:- Anna
Scrappy:- Coralyn Renee Fox
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:- Once you have Posted your Character. Please wait to be accepted. Due to the point that we have already started this Roleplay. -Thank you -:

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[prévoyez*la-vie]

-: Here I will post my Character first then so you can see it :-

Name:-
Emma Miller
Gender:-
Female
Age:-
21
Race:-
Spanish, English, and Danish.
Blood Type:-
O-
Persona:-
Emma is a very open minded woman. Being this open mided can get her to believe you quite easily, which is one of her faults. Not being able communicate well with other beings she is forced to make friends with her spiritual guides. The only other person she has ever been able to comunicate with is Jake.
Bio:-
Emma was always attached to her father; up until he left Em with her mother when she was eight. Never seeing him again she was shipped and moved to her mothers appartment in Washington. Sorting out her abilities Em realised she could talk to the dead. This freaked her mother out, and eventually drove her to her death. That then making Emma transfer to the Mental Institution of Seattle.
Looks:-
http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm36/abcDEF5672/2sbwfts.jpg
Admitted For:-
Being accused of talking to nothingness. Seeing the dead, and seeing colored auras around people. Thus people freaking out and telling her she has a Psychosomatic Disorder.
Other:-
Whenever spirits are around, Em has a bad habbit for scratching her neck. So it always leaves red scratches all over her neck; leaving the nurses concerned.

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Is this the sort of profile you seek?)

Name:- Gwen Turner
Gender:- female
Age:- 23
Race:- English, Irish, and German
Blood Type:- B
Persona:- Gwen tends to be quiet and restrained, as a whole. Her past history has taught her to be careful what she says and who she says it to. Thus, she won’t talk to you much until you’ve earned her trust. And Gwen doesn’t give that trust out readily. Too many people have called her crazy…. She’s not a doormat, but she does choose her battles carefully. Her retreat from the world is books, even though some will say her favored reading material is far too fanciful and encourages her “delusions.” Gwen is highly imaginative, which people just assume leads to her “fancies.”
Bio:- Gwen was originally born in Oregon, not Seattle. She was always an imaginative sort. Making up stories, talking about faeries, getting absorbed in books of mythology and folklore. Talking about the rainbow glows around everyone, and what they said to her about them…. At first, everyone dismissed this as childhood fancy. But… as she got older… the sightings continued. And suddenly, no one was smiling indulgently when she told them their aura had streaks of darkness in it or whatever.
Not to mention the healing. That blossomed somewhat later. Her first experience was on the playground in third grade. Another child had an accident on the jungle gym, falling off onto rough ground. The other girl was crying, saying how it hurt…. Gwen, who was playing nearby, was one of those to wander over. Trying to help, she got a… a sense of what was wrong, brushed off the dirt to try to see… and in making contact, felt a warm surge through her. She could fix the nasty scrape! She could…. The warm energy surged again… and as she cleaned it off, there was healthy new skin underneath.
Everyone assumed she was making up a story, at first. But Gwen knew what happened. More experiences like that struck her- little things at first, then getting more potent, more of a draw. Not ceasing as she got older….
Finally, her parents came to the conclusion that Gwen was not merely whimsical, nor even lying to get attention on herself. After all, she’d never been an attention-seeker. So they took her to a psychiatrist, who promptly diagnosed her as mentally impaired. The attempts at “counseling” didn’t work, as Gwen would not recant and admit she what she claimed was untrue, for it was. Finally, her parents packed her off to the Mental Institution of Seattle. She’s been there ever since, as they effectively disowned her and will not speak to her or even admit she exists.
Looks:- http://images.inmagine.com/img/photoalto/faaahr/faaahr000027.jpg
Admitted For:- Claiming she could see colored auras surrounding people that told her things about them, and also that she could heal injuries and even sense where problems under the surface were found. She was diagnosed as delusional and mildly Schizophrenic.
Other:- She has a fondness for tea, and drinks it every morning with breakfast.

[prévoyez*la-vie]

:- Thank you very much Guen! -:
:- It's funny how you chose the Character named Gwen. -:

[Guendolen_Sama]

(You're welcome! And yes, that was deliberate on my part. ;) I like the name, and also I liked the character concept. As well as being awful at playing guys, so....)

[prévoyez*la-vie]

:- Yeah? I am too... -:
:- I've heard a lot of good things from people who have previously Roleplayed with you. So this makes me excited. -:
:- Do you think you could ask around for some more participants? -:

[Guendolen_Sama]

(What, people have talked about me? I had no idea I had a widespread reputation.... Dare I ask who it was? And I'm not sure who may be interested, but I'll give it some thought.)

[twistedpyro]

Name:- Jakki "Bones" Williams
Gender:- Female
Age:- 22
Race:- Irish, English, German
Blood Type:-AB+
Persona:- Quiet and keeps to herself unless she is irritable for some reason. Then the profanities come flying and so does her fists. Jakki finds it hard to trust anyone of and sex no matter what. She has no friends as a direct result of it. She is one of those people that everyone shys away from because of her violent tendencies.
Bio:- Jakki was about 5 when her entire life seemed to have fallen apart. Her father killed himself to get away from her mother who was nothing but a coniving B*tch. Then she got remarried to Mitch. Who at first was a good guy but he had a serious drinking problem and beat her nearly to death. She did die for about 10 seconds before waking up to him walking away. at the age of 7 she kept hearing voices and seeing shadows at the corners of her eyes and even straight infornt of her. Always telling her bad things, to do bad things to people.

At the age of about 8 it started to get worse and so did the beatings. Eventually she snapped and took a bat to her stepfather nearly killing him. Her mother committed her to the Asylum for it. He lived but she was condemned for the rest of her life.
Looks:-
http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r15/TwistedlyInsaneJoker/vamp13.jpg
((How she often looks in the asylum))
http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r15/TwistedlyInsaneJoker/goth.jpg
Admitted For:- She was admitted for talking to herself, violence against anybody and everybody, Paranoia and possible Skitzo.
Other:- She has a scar down her left cheek from the beatings a constant reminder. Jakki likes to draw but never of anything good always voilent but always better then her beating on someone. Also she is suppose to wear a straight jacket at all times in case of an incident, the arms are always free till then just drag on the floor. She also plays the violin when she is in her room and not in the jacket.

[prévoyez*la-vie]

:- Thank You very much twistedpyro. You're character is quite interesting. :-
:- And the people are Death- something and White Horse. I've never actually talked to them about you, just over-read a few things. And BabyGirlBoo aswell. I talked to her about a few things aswell. :-

[xXfireflyXx]

ooc: Heylo again^^ Can I join and be Jake?

[prévoyez*la-vie]

:- Of course! As long as you can full-fill his twisted ways. Haha. -:

[xXfireflyXx]

ooc: Thanks xD

Name:- Jake Morgan
Gender:- Male
Age:- 17
Race:- British and Scottish
Blood Type:- O
Persona:- Jake had always been labeled the 'strange kid' but not so much as until that day in fourth grade when he had broken down, screamin "The world is burning!" and clawing at his eyes. He would randomly scream things at moments in time, as his vision lit the room into flames. He stopped screaming after 8th grade. And then the house actually did burn. Everyone died. Except Jake, who was left untouched. He said he 'made it go away.' They thought he was a lunatic. He had no relitives to keep them from taking him. He was frightened, and having just lost his parents, he attempted suicide. He lit himself on fire. It didnt work, he was flaming, but nothing seemed to happen. He wondered why it didn't hurt. So he took to cutting himself, whenever he got near something sharp, he also became a pyromaniac, for the fun, because he 'believes; he can control fire. [Yes, that was the best I could do, kinda lame but it'll do.]

Bio:- Jake lived in Ireland for a while, before moving to Brookland, which is where the house burned down....ehm...Ehck, I always end up putting most of the bio in the personality..
Looks:- http://ui27.gamespot.com/1754/axel17resized_2.jpg
Admitted For:- Depression, Pyromania, Skitzofrenia, Suicide Attempts, ect.
Other:- Ehmmm...Immina make another person, is that fine?
[done]

[Scrappy]

(Nathan Turner? Can I be him? I saw your advertisement in the other thread. =])

[Death's_Soul]

Name:- Rosalie Thomptson

Gender:- Female

Age:- 24

Race:- French and English

Blood Type:- O+

Persona:- Rosalie is the tough sexy girl. She likes to smart off and give people the worst of times. She hates following orders and admitting she's wrong. She also hates people. Rose is extremly scarcastic and has the worst of tempers. She get's in fights alot and enjoys the pain and blood of it all. Her mood can change in the blink of an eye and she loves to flirt.

Bio:- Rose moved from France when she was ten years old after loosing her parents in a rape and murder. Her older brother took her to Britian and she lived there till she was seventeen. He beat her every day and sold her out to men. On her birthday she shot and killed him, along with seven other men. She then went insane. She just kept on killing for three years. She lived alone, under bridges and such, cutting her wrists and clawing at her eyes begging voices to let her sleep. She then picked up the habbit of drugs and became a big time drug dealer. She then had money to move to the US. From there she became a millionare.

She then tried to hang herself then OD and never made it. She then got worse. She steadily started to talk to things, and see things. She started to get paranoide and very hostle so finally on her seventh attempt they locked her up.

Looks:- http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w171/angel_of_your_nightmarez/A%20Beautiful%20Lie/normal_emo-girl-15--large-msg-11834.jpg

Admitted For:- Bi-Polar, Skitzo, Paranoid, Several Suicide Attempts, Hostle, Murder Attempts, Aniexty, Depression, ADD, ADHD, Psychotic Disorder, and Stress.

Other:- Um....If I think of anything I'll add it.

[xXfireflyXx]

Name:- Anna

Gender:- Female

Age:- 19

Race:- Norwegian

Blood Type:- B-

Persona:- Anna is a very fierce person. She's not insane..or that's what she tells herself. Her mother dumped her in the clinic because she had no where else to put her. After her mother told her she was going, she kept wondering why. Why would her mother just drop her like a empty can of soda? Was she too fat? Not good enough? Thought like this caused chronic depression, anerexia, belimia, and suicide attempts. Multipul suicide attempts.

Bio:- Anna was born in Norway, and takin to live in Chekaslavakia when she was three. Her family moved around alot, back when her father was alive and her mother cared. After they moved to Russia, Anna was 14, a man came to talk to her father, when he left, father seemed scared. The man came back everyday, and everyday he seemed more agitated, and more angry with father, and father seemed more scared everytime he left. Her father decided they would move. Again. They were going to America the 'land of the free' he still called it. At the airport, there was a comosian as they were getting on the plane. Her father told her and her mother to run for their flight, which was leaving at that moment. They ran. A gunshot was heard. Both turned, just as they were closing the gates, to see father, dead, on the ground, and police swarming a man who just stood there. Laughing. Mama and Anna pleaded to run to him, but the security shook there heads and ordered them onto the plane. Airports in Russia arnt as tight as they were in America, I guess. Mama told Anna that it was what father would have wanted. America was safe. After they had gotten settled to the house Mama went out a lot. She came home drunk often and sometimes yelled at Anna and hit her, other times she just cried. One day, while Mama was sober, she took Anna to the 'hospital' and told Anna to wait while she talked to the doctor. Later Mama walked out and hugged Anna, who had no idea what was going on, and left. She had told Anna she would leave her somewhere good. But this was not good. This was the place where people died. She knew that. She looked around her 'new room' for something sharp. She found it on the paper towel despenser. When she woke up, she was in a white room. Filled with soft cushy walls to muffle her screams.

Looks:- http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e205/Coolio6/Dark_Girl.jpg

Admitted For:- Many Suicide Attempts, Anerexia, 'Voices' of her parents, chronic depression ect

Other:- nothing else to say really..

[prévoyez*la-vie]

:- Thank you very much everyone! I really appreciate all of your Characters! -:
:- Scrappy why don't we wait and see if a Male would like to join first. I would really like some actual Male essence in this story. Why don't you make a Residant or a Nurse? ^^' :-

[twistedpyro]

Name:- Gabriel Alexander Miller aka Gambit (Nickname from his father)
Gender:- Male
Age:- 19
Race:- English, Spanish and Danish (Makes me hungry :P)
Blood Type:- AB+
Persona:- Quiet when in bad mood obnoxious when in better mood. He likes to sneak up on peole. Likes to bug them even if he doesn't have to speak. He is the trouble maker, the prankster.
Bio:- Gabriel was the kid of Kassee and Jerry Miller. He lived a good childhood but he often had friends no one else could see. His parents were cool about it but when he turned 18 and moved out had a girlfriend and all he could ask for... they returned but they were nothing like when he was a child. His girlfriend commited him for he kept screaming get away from me... sometimes even get off me... but nothing was ever there... he often had scratch marks and other wounds that everyone thought was self inflicted. His parents often come visit when they can. But as he is in the ward it doesn't happen till he is alone and in his room. His screams are the ones that are heard down the hall. So he avoids his room for as long as possible but he is always forced in there when its time to go to bed. Lights go out and his hell returns.
Looks:-
http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r15/TwistedlyInsaneJoker/emoboy.jpg
Admitted For:- Self mutilation(But thats what they think), Paranoia of being alone, possible Schitsophrinia, anger issues (Sometimes but more towards Nurses and security), For the voices but mainly for Psychosomatic Disorder.
Other:- He doesn't ever want to take off his shirt because of what scars and new wounds reside on his torso.

[prévoyez*la-vie]

:- You're character gives me some ideas Pyro. Thanks for it. I'll PM you my idea so it is a secret knowen only to us two. -:

[xXfireflyXx]

ooc: eck must go now = [

[Scrappy]

(Sorry. I'll just make a nurse. And if the spot is still open later, would it be alright if I still made him?)

[prévoyez*la-vie]

:- Of course! -:

[Scrappy]

(=B I'll make my character after I finish watching the children next door swim in my pool Haha.)

[Scrappy]

|Is it alright if I just make a resident.|


Name:- Coralyn Renee Fox [Cora]
Gender:- Female
Age:- 19
Race:- Italian and Irish
Blood Type:-AB+
Persona:-Well, why is she in this place? She's crazy! Haha, no but Cora is well a little short tempered. She's very fond sharp objects. She's not mean, unless she doesn't like you. But you have to get to know her. She trusts no one.
Bio:- Cora grew up in a nice home. A very nice home. A beautiful suburban neighborhood. Nice homes, nice cars, nice everything. She had lot's of friends, and lots and lots of admirers, until one day...She was in the kitchen, cooking with her mother, a crash was heard, and her father, who was just recently confined to a wheel chair, he was found laying at the bottom of the steps. Dead. Thing is, he wasn't stupid enough to push himself down the stairs, and he had a gunshot wound to the head. She kept from everyone and stayed confined to her room. About six months later, she had made a new friend, but only she could see him. He helped her with everything. From homework, to coping with the stress from her father. Her mother thought it was just a healing process. But it kept going on, for about four years. Then the voice told her something. Where the man was, the man that killed her father. Her friend, her friend told her to kill him. Cora did, and she kept doing everything the voice told her. If it told her to kill, she would. It even told her to set her dog on fire. [In a bag] she did. She laughed while watching it squirm and die. Her mother couldn't stand it, she saw it, and she sent her daughter to where she was now. She's been in the 'Place' for about seven years now.
Looks:-http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa238/xXxXxROCKSTARxXxXx/snake_bites.jpg
Admitted For:-Seeing unreal things, and killing for no reason. Having an odd fascination with sharp objects and having 'blackouts' and doing things she doesn't remember.
Other:-She's insane.

[prévoyez*la-vie]

:- Haha! Did you by any chance take some of that info from the movie Butterfly Effect? -:

[Scrappy]

|Just the blackouts and the dog thing. Haha, i'm watching it now. =]|

[Masochistic_Massacre]

Name:- Jude Sykes
Gender:- Male
Age:- 22
Race:- English, German
Blood Type:- O+
Persona:- Jude is extremely caring and sweet. He always puts others before him no matter what. He's still frustrated that he's in the psych ward because he swears he's normal, but it's way beyond his control. He loves to cook and write poetry, he has a love for sweets, especially chocolate, and likes to snort pixie stix dust when he's bored. xD
Bio:- Jude was born in Ontario, Canada but moved to Seattle with his family at the age of ten. He attended Seattle Middle School until he disappeared the day before his thirteenth birthday, and went missing for a year until he was found on the side of a road with a lumpy burlap sack dragging behind him. Jude was taken to the police for identification, but his fingertips were burned so badly that his finger prints were unreadble. But that wasn't the worst part. On his arms were a collage of words that read: Evil must be butchered to free those from eternal DAMNATION, scarred of dried blood; definitely self-inflicted.

Inside the burlap sack was a sight worse than death; three maybe four hundred dismembered limbs of all ages- even one of an infant. Jude was immediately taken into custody of the prison, but when tried for murder of the third degree, he plead not guilty. The court found him indeed guilty, but he was sent to the ward for insanity. He doesn't remember any of this happening; he claims it wasn't him- that it was the voices. The demons. That they said he was making the world a better place. That he was freeing those from eternal damnation...
Looks:-http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn80/xXTaylorTechnoXx/Scene/e4c62570.jpg
Admitted For:- Murder in the 3rd degree, Paranoia, Insanity, and self mutilation.
Other:- Jude had problems with his sexual orientation, he know considers himself "bi". He thinks he might have feelings for Gabriel. (sorry Pyro! ><)

[twistedpyro]

Lol thats fine... I have no problem with it :) ))

[prévoyez*la-vie]

:- Wow, that's quite the profile. This is just amazing. Thank you! -:

[Angelkitsune]

((I'll join as Nathan Turner if it's okay - sorry 'bout the long history; Guen, hope the bio stuff involving your charrie is okay. I tried to just keep it to what you said in your profile, but if there's anything you'd like changed please say. *scurries off to read the rest of what's already been posted*))

Name:- Nathan Turner
Gender:- Male
Age:- 21
Race:- English, Irish, German
Blood Type:- B
Persona:- Nathan is a bit anti-social. He often seems nervous when in large crowds, as every person is another chance that a spirit may wish to use him. He only talks openly to a few people. He has taken up sketching at the institution, mostly drawing portraits of the kind spirits who visit him and writing about their stories; but sometimes he draws pictures for Max. Nathan hates it when the nurses or doctors want to see his sketchbook because he knows they'll just get angry about it. He is very open-minded, and easily accepts even the most absurd ideas. He likes to irritate the staff of the Seatle Institute, and hates being cooped inside all the time.
Bio:- Nathan was born in Oregon. Like his sister, he was imaginative but also quiet and rarely talked. He believed his sister when she talked about people's auras, thinking it was the coolest thing ever. His best friend - a young tomboyish girl his age named Max - died when he was six. His parents tried to explain this to him and when he continued to talk to her when nothing was there and say he was going to go play at the park with her, they thought he was going through denial. His parents tried to take him to the funeral but he started yelling at them and telling them that this was a stupid game, that he didn't like them pretending that his friend was dead. Nathan's parents were already becoming a bit stressed about what was happening with Gwen, so they didn't question it when the doctor said this was normal in young children who experience someone close dieing. This made Nathan even angrier. Max wasn't dead. She had sat beside him at school just the day before. His parents started to get angry whenever he brought up Max in conversation, so he learned not to talk about her. Nathan became even quieter refusing to talk to anyone but Gwen and Max. He hated the way his parents treated his sister like she was crazy. So what, she could see people auras; and it's not like healing people was a bad thing.

About two years after her death, Max told Nathan that she was a spirit. He asked if that meant she was dead, and she said no, that it just meant she couldn't be seen by most people. She never grew any older either. She promised to stay with him as long as she could.

Then one day when Nathan came home from school, he found that Gwen was gone. He asked his parents where she'd went but they acted as if they didn't know what he was talking about. He was scared at first, then angry. His father yelled and told him that he'd never had a sister, and when Nathan persisted his father hit him. Nathan told his parents that he hated them, then ran away. Max lead him to the ocean, but when he got there, she disappeared. It was dark but he ran up and down the beach calling her name. He finally stopped when someone else showed up. An older man, and somehow Nathan felt he was a spirit too. He asked where Max was, but got no reply. The man told him to follow, so Nathan did, thinking the man would lead him to Max. Instead, he took him up onto the cliffs that overlooked the ocean. He found an old woman, leaning on her cane. She asked what a young boy like him was doing out so late, and Nathan wasn't sure what to say. He saw the spirit-man pointed at her and motioned for her to follow too. Nathan asked her to come with him, and though she seemed confused the woman came. The spirit man lead them to a higher point of the cliffs. Nathan walked over and looked over the cliff's edge, where jagged spikes of rocks pointed upward hundreds of feet below.

The woman came closer and called to him to be careful, and said that those cliffs were dangerous. She'd lost her husband there years before. Nathan was about to step back when suddenly he felt dizzy and far away from himself. He could still see through his own eyes but couldn't control anything. He was forced to watch as the old woman came closer. She reached him and took his hand, telling him to come away, that she would take him back to her home and give him some cookies and a place to rest. Nathan wanted to politely tell her he couldn't leave until he found his friend, but then his other hand clamped onto the womans arm and trust her forward. Her cane fell out of her grasp and the woman lost her balance, tumbling forward off the cliff. Nathan wanted to scream, to run away, but he was frozen there, forced to see the woman killed. Everything went black, and then Max was there, holding his hand and calling his name in her child-like voice. Nathan faintly heard sirens, and voices of more people coming. He looked around and saw he was hanging from the edge of the cliff. Police pulled him up and asked him what he was doing there. He didn't reply, just kept rocking back and forth whispering that it wasn't his fault with wide, terrified eyes. He saw the spirit man there too, laughing at him. Nathan pointed at him and tried to get the police to arrest him, but this just made the man laugh harder. He saw Max again but everything was already fading to black.

Just before leaving, one of the police looked down at the bottom of the cliffs where the waves crashed against the rocks. Nathan was accused of the murder of the woman, and attempted suicide because of the way he had been hanging from the cliff. He was put in Juvie for a while, where more spirits came to him. At first Nathan thought they would be the same as the man, but he soon realized they weren't nearly as voilent and just wanted to convey a last message to loved ones before they left. He probably would've remained there if it hadn't been for the more malicious spirits that began to come. They would take control of his body and yell things - sometimes in different languages - to those who remained living. Nathan was sent to an asylum in California, but they weren't able to provide 'proper care' for him and soon he was sent to Seatle's Institution. He is often confined to the padded rooms for a while after one of his 'posessions', and isn't allowed to socialize very much with others of the institution.
Looks:-
http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t54/nazgullover/AJJacobs_D.jpg
Admitted For:- Claiming he could see people who were dead, claimnig he was being posessed by the spirits (which the people took as demon posession), murder, attempted suicide, hallucinations, insomnia, Tourette's, and social phobia.
Other:- His aura changes when he is or is about to be posessed by a spirit.

[Guendolen_Sama]

(I didn't see anything I'd ask you to change. In fact, I for one found that to be excellent, very detailed and thorough. That's an Advanced bio! :))

[Angelkitsune]

((Thanks ^_^))

[prévoyez*la-vie]

:- Yeah Angel that Bio and character is amazing! Thank so very much! -:

[Angelkitsune]

((You're welcome :) Do you know when you're going to start this?))

[prévoyez*la-vie]

:- Possibly tomorrow. If work isn't too hectic =) -:

[Angelkitsune]

((Hehe, okay))

[prévoyez*la-vie]

Watching the sun rise was always a relaxing way to start every confined day. It wasn’t always easy though. My window was at the very top of the wall, and barred up. I would normally just watch as some light would peer through the bars and onto my floor, or take a chair up in front of the wall and watch it on my tip toes.
I sat on the floor where the sun usually hit when it came through the window. At it first it hit my feet, sending a warm twitch up my spine. I smiled as it isolated the rest of my body. “Good morning Emma.” Joey! He was sitting on the chair opposite of me, watching me. I looked at him and stood up. “You’re here awfully early.” I stated as the clock ticked to exactly 7am. “I never left.” Laughing I sat on my bed and waited for the nurses to bring me my breakfast. “Behave would yah?”
Their knocks echoed through out my room. “Miss Miller. You’re breakfast has arrived.” One of them said very monotone. I nodded and looked at the cold pancakes that we were served every Tuesday. “Do you think I could at least get something other then water? Like, Orange Juice?” Picking up the foam cup filled with water I handed it to Joey. The nurse’s eyes went wide, seeing how the cup just hovered there. “Weird.” She whispered. This nurse was new! I could tell that she hadn’t read my chart yet.
Busy deciding what to do next, Joey had already taken action. The newer nurse was splashed with the water and the cup lay rolling back and forth on the floor. “Joey!” I scolded and quickly picked up the now still cup. Shaking her head back and forth the second nurse smirked and took the cup from my hands. “Morning Em.” I nodded as if to say good morning back. She was the regular nurse. Nurse Korrol. I usually just called her Kor, but this morning she deserves no name for having this New Nurse come into my room and disrespect Joey.
After the nurses left and the food was settled down on my table. I chuckled. “Sorry.” Joey kept stating through out the whole clean up of the mess. I shrugged my shoulders lazily as I sat down. “That was actually well done Joey. I’m surprised you didn’t just slap ‘er.” I cut the rim of my pancakes with my fork and sighed. “Why can’t they be warm? I mean. They almost look a few days hold, and they aren’t even fluffy at all.” Pouting I shoved the cold wafferized chunk into my mouth. Setting down my fork I sat back in my chair.
“This makes me sick. They used to be so good. It’s almost like they got lazy or something.” Complaining; Joey put his hand on my shoulder. “Emma pay attention! You have much bigger problems on your plate right now and pancakes aren’t on it!” This shocked me. He had obviously been doing some research on them overnight. That is why he hadn’t left. “The twins or something, remember?” I nodded quickly, to try and make it so Joey didn’t loose his patients. He removed his hand from my shoulder and sat down on the table. “They can defiantly do what you can do. In fact, they might even be more powerful then you could ever imagine.” Eyes wide and hands shaking I bit my lip nervously.
Impossible!

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Question- do you expect us to write this in first person? It's just that I'm more accustomed to third person, for roleplays.)

[Angelkitsune]

((Heh, I was about to ask that too ^.^ By the way, I'll post in like, 20-30min, have to go for a little while but then I should be back for the rest of the night hopefully.))

[prévoyez*la-vie]

:- No no. I just picked first person for this roleplay because Emma is the main character, and it is eaier for me to maneuver the person. So no, you don't. I just prefer my character for first person. =) -:
:- Alright. Thank you for the warning Angel -:

[Scrappy]

"Why do I always get a spoon? Why do I always get a freakin' spoon!" Yelled Coralyn, waving it through the bars of her room. The nursed jumped back, startled as she snapped. I would too, if they gave me a spoon everymorning. She couldn't write with pencils or pens, she had to use markers or crayons. Cora looked to the nurses, she laughed, their eyes wide. Short tempered? Yes, Bipolar? Definatly. "Well are you gonna answer my question?" her voice was much calmer as she looked at their scared faces, this happens everyday, but they just don't ever stop acting that way. One of the nurses answered. "We can't trust you with the knives and forks because, we're scared you'll hurt some one, or even yourself." she explained. As she was doing this, Cora mouthed every word the woman said.

All of a sudden Zeek popped up. Sitting beside her, she turned her head smiling. "They gave me another spoon." then she burst out into laughter, she looked at how the nurses were looking at her. "Well are you gonna say hi to him?" Cora looked disgusted, as the nurses waved in two different directions. Confused. "He's right here..."

[Guendolen_Sama]

Speaking of the twins.... Gwen was already awake and dressed when her own breakfast arrived. She heard the click in the lock on the door- her "cell," she called it, seeing as they were locked in at night. They say for our own safety. Yeah, right. More to keep them imprisoned.... Gwen was surprised they didn't have to ask permission to just use the toilet.
Either way, the morning staff here was often careless and slow. So Gwen got up on her own time, showered and dressed. She was in the chair across the room, fiddling with her sketch pad, when the nurse meandered in. An older woman, her hair scraped back in a severe bun at the nape of her neck. She tsked to see Gwen up and about. "Now, miss, you know the rules! You're supposed to wait until someone's around to help-"
Gwen sighed. "Ma'am, I'm not an invalid." Nor a stupid child. "I can take a shower without supervision."
A rim of color flickered around the woman. Dark red, it was, fading darker at the edges. "Miss, you know it's for safety-"
Gwen sighed. "Whatever...." It wasn't worth arguing about. They'd had this exchange many times before. Afraid a patient would hurt themselves, somehow.... She shifted her sketch pad aside to accept the tray. The nurse's eyes flickered to the paper on top. Gwen resisted the urge to cover it. She was drawing a faerie, but it wasn't a classic pretty pixie type; it was weird, with long spindly limbs and genderless features unhidden by clothes and a long, pointed, impish face....
No. I won't hide it. Now, her expression bore a hint of challenge. The nurse's aura flickered red again, darker then lighter. Shaking her head disapprovingly and clicking her tongue, she left to deliver her next tray.
Gwen sighed and tucked her feet under her. That woman had anger issues, and make no mistake.... Anger and probably repression. Then again, everyone here was repressed, to some extent. The place really was a prison....
Right down to the food. When she'd first been dumped here, it had been okay. But now it was tepid and dry, as if the staff couldn't be bothered. Even her tea was weak and barely lukewarm. Gwen sighed. She wondered if she'd get to see her brother today. The staff didn't like them talking.... Said it "encouraged their issues."
Why don't they just go right out and say delusions? That's what was implied. But she knew the truth. Her brother wasn't crazy, any more than she was. And being around each other was the only oasis in a place so restrictive and mundane.... If she had anywhere to go, any funds, anything period, she would find a way to check them both out of this place and escape. But they really were stuck....

[Angelkitsune]

((Sorry, bit longer than I said. I haven't been doing such a great job at estimating times recently.))

Like the others, Nathan had already woke up and was thrilled by the thought of another day at the Institution. Unlike the others, Nathan wasn't in his normal 'room' that qualified for more of a prison cell. Instead, he sat on a soft, cream-coloured padded floor; leaning against a soft, cream-coloured padded wall, looking up at the ceiling that didn't offer much diversity.
"Do you want me to let you out now?" Max asked from where she sat beside him.
"Nah," Nathan replied. "That nurse nearly had a heart attack the last time you did that."
"It wasn't my fault," Max said innocently. Nathan gave her a sidelong glance and she just widened her eyes as if she was devastated that he didn't believe her.
A small flap in the door of the room slid open and a plate with pancakes on it was pushed through. Nathan stood and went to retrieve his breakfast with a quiet sigh, beginning to wonder if he should take Max up on her offer. Normally them giving him breakfast in 'the room' meant that he wasn't going to get out until that afternoon - if that early. Sitting back down in the corner, Nathan poked the cold pancakes with the spoon. He wasn't really hungry enough to eat them. He flipped the spoon in his hand so the thinner end was down and cut a tic-tac-toe board into one of the pancakes. Max giggled - although mentally she was just as old as Nathan, it seemed at times that having died at such an early age caused her personality to have more child-like features.
"You want to go first?" Nathan asked, holding the plate and spoon out to Max. The spoon floated from his hand and a small X was drawn in one of the spaces. By the time it had gotten back around the Max's third turn, both she and Nathan were bored again. Nathan leaned his head back and looked around at the bland room. Just because another spirit had come to him last night and 'posessed' him, they had decided to put him here again. It had been one of the calmer spirits too. He sighed, remembering the voice of the nurse as she'd explained to him in her 'I-really-do-care' tone that this was for his safety too. If they would let him see his sister, they wouldn't have to worry about his so-called Tourette's in the first place. She could tell when a spirit was about to take over, and rather or not it meant to harm. But no, she wasn't normal, and she only influenced his difficulties. He rolled his eyes. "This place is getting a bit claustrophobic," Nathan commented after a while.
"I'll be back in a minute," Max said as she grinned and faded away.

[twistedpyro]

((Just so you all know... I do work most of the week from 1:30 to 10pm... so it might take me a bit to answer depending on how I feel after work... so bare with me...))

Gabriel Miller

A knock came to the door with a defening echo, "Breakfast" said a very bored male voice. Gabriel Miller sat huddled in the corner of his room rocking back and forth unable to sleep. He had blood on his once perfectly white clothes and tears here and there showed his scared pale skin. He was afraid to look up. But the sound of that word meant it was morning. His body relaxed slightly.

Slowly Gabriel lifted his head to peer over his banged up knees as a nurse came in and set the tray on the side table, "Eat up boy, and maybe we'll let ya' out of 'ere early." the fat man said. Nurse Keller, he was a fat mean old man that really hated his job. He makes anyone paranoid.

The Keller walked up to him and lifted his head and looked at the scrapes and new bruises that layered above old ones and sighed, "You did it again you crazy bastard... Maybe I should just cut yer hands off" he mumbled and stood up, "I'll send the laundry department to get you fresh clothes." he said and walked out slamming the door shut behind him. Gabriel jumped a bit but recovered quickly.

Food at the asylum sucked more then eating from a garbage can. At least if he was homeless it would be warm and not taste like cardboard. He stood up and walked over to the metal chair and sat down grabbing his spoon and poked at the cold pancakes, "Always with the frozen food" he said quietly, "I think they should shoot the cook," he grumbled before shuving a spoon full of food into his mouth. He had gotten use to not gagging after awhile.


Jakki Williams

Pacing back and forth Jakki mumbled to herself as she rubbed her arms up and down over and over again. Her walls and floors were padded so she couldn't harm herself nor anyone else if she decided to throw someone into a wall.

A crashing knock came at the door and following came the sound of the locks being undone. A nurse walked in with two large security guards armed with tranqulizer guns.

Keller was holding a tray of food that too was like eating frozen dinners directly from the freezer. With a grunt she walked to the wall and hit her head a couple of times, "The next time you bring me cold food I'll shove it down your throat" she hissed and kept her distance. Keller rolled his eyes and laid it down on the table, "Enjoy" he said flatly and walked out.

Jakki looked at the tray of food and went straight for the cup and drank that only. With a growl she threw her tray at the door and went back to pacing... She hated cold food.

[Death's_Soul]

Rosalie Thompston

Rosalie scowled at the wall, her knee on the bed, the other leg crossed over it. She sighed angrily and flicked her wrist as blood flew onto the wall and bed sheets. She hated this place, she hated it. She blew hair from her face and heard the sounds of breakfast.

Lazily, she stood and dusted off her white under shirt, which is all she wore. She moved to her door and stuck her busted up hand out the bars of her door. God damn she hated these people. She scowled at the nurses and flipped them one every time they looked at her.

"That's only going to make you stay longer." Grumbled a soft gentle male voice. She sighed and turned to look at Ayokou, a person she and only she saw.

"Like I give a damn, I aint got no where to go after this."

Ayokou laughed, "We could make a place, you and I." He said softly and moved to carass her cheek.

Rose sighed, her eyes fluttering and pressed her cheek against his hand. He smiled and kissed her softly. "You know I love you...right?" He asked but made it a statment.

"Yes..." She sighed but jerked suddenly when a nurse looked through the window and called her name.

Rose snarled at the male and grabbed through the bars at the male nurse. "Shut up! I'm busy!" She narrowly missed his throat but left scratch marks along it. Ayokou jerked her away from the door and against the wall.

"You're only making it worse for yourself!" He screamed and slapped her across her left cheek, leaving a bloody welt.

Rose whimpered and leaned her head against his shoulder. "I'm sorry.....I love you baby." Ayokou smiled.

"I love you too."

[prévoyez*la-vie]

:- Sorry I have been sick, and away. I'm not going to post my next act until i get Firefly and Massacre's attention =) -:

[xXfireflyXx]

{I'm soooo frigging mad. I was about to post this really long thing and the computer went to another page T.T; So this isnt as quite as good. T_T T_T T_T}

Anna woke up. She yawned. She stretched. She remembered...
" Damn..." She muttered, "dreams should.... she stopped, trailing off, remembering the lovely dream.
She cracked open one of her hazel eyes.
She moved her fingers behind her head. Searching.
And
There it was.
The softness on her fingertips.
She clawed at it, trying to rip away the padding on her 'room.' This wasn't a room. It was a cell.
The ripping didn't work so well. She looked down at her fingernails..and remembered the doctors had cut them off, because they were sharp, and she'd used them to bleed when she couldnt find anything better. They needn't worry about her teeth. Anna shuddered at the thought of ripping of her skin with her own teeth. She thought of that as cannabalism. She began to pound on the walls. Screaming for help. She was drowning...what was she drowning in? There was no liquide...She couldn't breath. She screamed and fell to her knees. Clawing at the doors and walls, and eventually her face. Someone opened the door. She was in the corner. Could not here the screeching of metal on metal. A good guess would be the person opening the door couldnt either. She was screaming too loudly. There was a shout, almost unintelligable, but still people came running. Her short nails had gotten long enough for a scratch. She had deepened it in the past half an hour. Blood ran down her cheeck. Someone was pulling her away. Away. She cried. Yelling to get away from the coldness of the hands on her wrists. Blood mixed with the salt water ran towards her chin, and dropped, soaking into her jeans. She was being tied..or so it felt. Her arms wouldn't move. Nothing was working right. She fell onto her side, against the floor, defeated.

[prévoyez*la-vie]

:-New Post Coming Soon -:

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Excellent! :) And just to warn you in advance, I'm going to be out of town from Thursday afternoon through Sunday evening. Convention time! Sorry if it holds anything up any.)

[Scrappy]

(Otakon in Maryland? I so wanted to go!)

[Guendolen_Sama]

(That's exactly where I'm going. Seem to have a lot of people who wished they could be there too.... This'll be my fifth year running in attendance. Luckily every year it's different, so it never gets old!)

[Scrappy]

((Lucky Duck!))

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Hey, I'm older than you. Don't have to worry about getting permission and so forth! Your day will come.)

[Scrappy]

(Yes, this very true, hopefully one day we will meet there. =])

[Guendolen_Sama]

(That would be nice.... But as this has nothing to do with the thread, methinks we ought to cease. Don't want to make the owner mad!)

[IcklePickle]

Name:- Salem Norik
Gender:- Male
Age:- 19
Race:- English, French
Blood Type:- AB+
Persona:- Insane. Literally. Doesn't see anything as serious, and tends to freak out at the drop of a hat.
Bio:- Salem was such a beautiful boy. He got lots of attention from everyone. Guys, Girls, even parents thought he was just a wonderful person. One day, while cleaning his room, which he did rarely, he reached for a magazine that needed to go into the trash. As he went to clutch the paper, it shot away from him. He jumped in fright, confused at what just happened. He tried again, but this time it stayed with him. He continued with his chores, finishing later, still astonished with what he thought may have happened. It did indeed happen, because it happened again. At the dinner table a few nights later, Salem reached for his silverware, rather hungry because he'd been quite busy. The fork shot away from him as he went to grasp it. He asked his parents if they saw what just happened. Neither of them had been paying attention. He went to do it again, and this time, the fork shot off the table and stuck straight into the side of their beloved dog, killing it instantly. The parents were awestruck, and brought Salem to the hospital, to see if something was wrong. Throughout the tests, his "ability" grew, and soon he was able to focus enough to move things on purpose without lifting a finger, but this came at a price. Each time he preformed these tasks for doctors and what not, he became more rigid, alittle more shaky, aggitated. He went off on friends, turned down anyone who even spoke to him, eventually even attacking people who said a certain sentence, "Is something wrong?". Salem's sanity continued to ebb until one day, as he was trying to show a nurse his newest development, he crumpled to the floor, sobbing. The nurse tried to touch his shoulder, tried to help him, but instead was faced with a mask of sheer lunacy. Salem was cackling when the doctors came in, the nurse against the wall, dead. It seemed as though she'd been slammed into the wall with enough force to break open the back of her skull. The doctors assumed that Salem would never do such a thing, yet couldn't deny his insanity. They sent him away to the Asylum, telling the staff there to practice great caution, and to administer drugs to him often, to dull his ability so not to harm anyone or himself.
Looks:- http://i38.tinypic.com/2z5u51f.jpg
Admitted For:- Assumption of Trauma Due To Witnessing A Death. Reasonable Insanity.
Other:- Salem has his sane moments. Though rare, if found eating, it's when he's safest. Because his food is always laced with heavy tranquilizers and dulling medication.

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[Strega]

Name: Konner, or commonly called 'Kutter'
Gender: male
Age:19
Race: English
Blood Type: O+
Persona: light on the insanity, heavy on the sarcasm
Bio: When he was little, his brother was always known for the fiery attitude and outgoing personality, and as he grew up, it became a harsh truth. Joey defended him constantly, but one time, some of the kids made the mistake of ganging up on Joey, putting him in the hospital. Kutter was hurt, and mad. He went to school the next day and almost got into a fight, but cuts started appearing on the others' bodies. At first, they were few, and small, but the got bigger, deeper. He freaked out, started blaming himself, then the cuts started to appear on his wrists and arms. He ran from home, turning to the streets and got his hands on some drugs. But that was eight years ago. His mother's words rang in his ears once she had found him and comitted him, "An eleven year old, cutting himself and trying to find unneccessary getaways. He's no son of mine."
Looks:http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn154/creativecolors/GacktXHyde/b24152117.jpg
Admitted for: 'cutting' himself and drug addictions
Other: he has a twin whom he misses dearly and speaks to sometimes

((And here I is, Ickle!!!))

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[Strega]

((Ah.... Good question....))

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[Strega]

((Kaysers, works for me ^.^))

Kutter jumped when he heard yelling, during breakfast of all times. He finished the last bite and stood, brushing crumbs off of himself. He ran a hand tiredly through his hair and glanced around. His eyes caught on the bandages on his wrists and he tilted his head to the side as if he didn't know why they were there, and then a craving hit him. He shuddered and started to walk, "Might as well go see, hm? Yes yes, I shall I shall...." he had a tendancy to speak to himself considering most didn't dare get close enough to even touch him.

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[Strega]

"Well now, what do you think that was? I don't know, you are in an insane asylum. There might be crazy people. But you're not crazy are you? No no no no no!" Kutter babbled as he walked, now following the laughter, "What a strange thought... I'm not crazy, I just have sucky people skills, right? Right!" he nodded once and continued on his way, humming a little as he did.

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[Strega]

"Do I know why I'm here?" Kutter looked perplexed, "Not really, but I finished breakfast and I have every right to be here, right? Right." he then heard the comment of the other one in the room. He listened to the words exchanged, then watched the door open revealing another boy roughly his age, "Who do you think this is? I don't know. Who are you?" it was difficult telling if he was talking to himself or another person. Considering he referred to himself as 'I' and 'you' and others were always 'you'.

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[Strega]

Kutter flinched when he was touched, and before he knew it, he was being dragged away, "Where is he taking you? I thought you knew. No, he's dragging me somewhere, but I don't know where...." he babbled as if it was still just him, "The gaurds and nurses call me Konner, everyone else calls me Kutter....."

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[Strega]

Kutter flinched at the light, sheilding his eyes with his hands. He rarely left his room, "It's bright, isn't it? Yes, yes it is... Why is it bright? I don't like the bright... Make it stop being bright... I can't. Yes, I can...." but he continued to follow Salem none the less.

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[Strega]

Kutter sat in the shade, pulling his knees to his chest, "Talk to myself? I don't do that, do I? Maybe I do....." he didn't realize it anymore. It was natural to him like breathing. He chewed his lip softly, now trying to think if he did talk to himself.

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[Strega]

Kutter again flinched. Being touched kindly wasn't something he was used to yet, "How long... How long... When did she leave me here....?" he started counting on his fingers, "Maybe... Yeah, 8 years...." he then remembered to ask questions as well, "What about you?" his eyes held a spacey, far away look.

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[Strega]

"Mommy.. No, don't call her that. She'll get mad again. Liz, her name is Liz." Kutter nodded a little. He didn't mean for his flinches to be offensive, but he was a creature of habit, "She brings Joey on holidays and my birthday... sometimes... If I behave and she's not busy....."

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[Strega]

Kutter's face brightened almost instantly, "Joey's my brother. We're twins. He blames him for being here, but it's not true, I just got mad is all, so Liz sent me here. Poor Joey, can't walk anymore, but I didn't hurt him. I'd never hurt Joey." he could be a talker when he wanted to, making conversation out of nothing.

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[Strega]

At that moment Kutter lost all childlike looks. A wicked, rather evil smile crossed his face, "No... I'd never hurt Joey, but some people hurt him... Joey's such a good big brother. You'd think an hour wouldn't make a difference, but it doesn't. He's so nice, always keeping me safe, but they only hurt him once... No one will ever hurt him again. Nope nope." the wicked look remained as he glanced over his arms, blood starting to seep through the bandages, "Oh, drat, not again....."

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[Strega]

"I can't stop it now. It'll bleed untill it stops....." but he removed his arms from sight. He lost the wicked look about him, the child like state returning. He then thought of something. He put his forehead against the other's, "Hmmm.... your forehead isn't too hot...... So you don't have a fever...." but he kept his forehead there.

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[Strega]

"Because I got mad.... And I got sad.... That's what happened to the guys who hurt Joey, but they didn't live through the bloodloss....." Kutter's voice was sweet and innocent, as if he was talking about candy, not killing five boys, "If I focus on me, it doesn't hurt others."

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[twistedpyro]

((Konner is hot I do have to admit))

Jakki looked around her cell and sighed just as the locks on her door released percisely as it always did every morning. It always ment that it was time to wander aimlessly till supper and then it would be off to bed... only to start it all over again.

Getting up Jakki slugglishly walked to the door and nudged it open and walked out as the security guard stood there and undid the locks on her jacket. Oh how good it felt to be released from the confinements of the straps and hugging yourself really isn't all that entertaining.

The halls were empty for most people were still eating but she just shrugged it off. her tray was still full of food.

The lobby was quiet as usual with the soft voices of the nurses conversing with eachother at one end and the tv on some gay soap opera. A snort of disaproval erupted from her thin lips and a shake of her head, "Never anything good on TV anymore" she mumbled in her soft voice... The place she always huddled with her sketchbook was clear as usual. They put out everyones favorite items on a table with some crayons and some charcol. Grabbing her book and a few charcols she walked to her spot and plopped down on the soft pillow they put there so she wasn't sitting on the hard floor all the time.

As people started to file in she started to draw what she saw... that was her normal routine... but the other pages would be full of nonsense and violent pictures.

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Gabriel finished his meal quickly and waited for that click of freedom. When it came time he nearly bolted out of his room and to the heaven he considered the lobby... Sure it was boring but it beat being alone in his room for any longer. With a nervous laugh he went to a window and placed his hands on the glass and leaned into it putting his forehead onto the plane, "Freedom" he sighed before he looked around and eyed everyone...

[Strega]

((lol, thank you ^.^' "hugging yourself really isn't all that entertaining." I love that line!!! Of course, Kutter might enjoy hugging himself.. He really is strange 0.o... I don't know how I came up with him....))

"How do I do what?" Kutter asked innocently, glancing at Salem as best he could. It was odd, being so close to someone. It made him feel really nervous all of a sudden. He felt the urge to run away, but he wasn't sure why.

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[Death's_Soul]

(*is lost*)

[Strega]

((HMMMM???? pm??? Oh... I see the number now... I have to read it....))

"I don't have to touch myself to get the cuts... They just go with my emotions. I can hurt others too.... No, not hurt... Kill.... Kill dead....." Kutter blinked then shrugged, "I don't know...... Do I want you to move? Yes. No, no I don't.... But yes I do.... I'm confused...." he frowned.

[twistedpyro]

((-huggles salem- hes cute too :D in the I am super emo way.. :D))
((Yeah well when you do it every day... it gets old... O.o she's been doing it for years now... >.<))

Jakki looked up from her sketch and scowled at everyone for being loud after a lot of people walked in. she wasn't much alone anymore... She remembered back in the day when she was one of the weird happy kids that well would hug themselves and love a straight jacket. But after awhile it gets old and when everyone looks at you funny it wears on you. Jakki was the same girl in most aspects just bored and far more crazy now then when she was commited.

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Gabriel sat on the window seating and watched everyone mingle and talk to eachother or themselves. He sighed since he had lost most of his friends after an episode he had with the demons that haunt him most people stayed away. A nurse walked up to him with a handful of books and looked through them and handed him one, "Here this is a new one since you have read nearly the entire library in town..." she said in a irritated tone... she was the "Librarian" of the institue since no one else liked to go to the damned place. Gabriel grinned and looked at the title, "SWEET!!" he yelled out in excitement not caring that he said it loudly, "It came out????" he was so excited it was the 4th book in his series... he wanted to see what goes on after the last one and was anticipating its release for months.

[Guendolen_Sama]

(It's mainly two people who jumped in and have been going back and forth like crazy. Me, I was just hoping to move on to the next part so I could post again before going out of town for a few days tomorrow....)

(*is lost*)

[IcklePickle]

((please ignore this post))

[twistedpyro]

((Anyone by chance want to join my Forum >.<... there is only 3 people signed up... its new... so yeah... its boring right now :( ))

Jakki hated getting up simply because her hands were constantly covered by cloth, and cloth with smooth painted bricks didn't mix. With a lot of effort she slid into a standing possition and started to wander in circles aimlessly... she was bored and lonely... what a sad combonation.


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Gabriel stayed away from Jakki as much as possible ever since the last time she had punched him real good for simply saying "Hey, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" she didn't like that... but then again most girls don't.

[Scrappy]

{I will join just send me a link, anywhere I can jump in here also?}

[Guendolen_Sama]

(Seeing as most of this flurry is between two new characters, you can do anything you want. Your character is still in the room, presumably. Me, I was holding off until part 2 started. Looks like I'm going to miss it, now.)

[Scrappy]

{If you'd like, I can wait.}

[Guendolen_Sama]

(You don't have to. My girl is in her own little private room, after all.)

[prévoyez*la-vie]

:- I was definatly not expecting this. I just don't know what to say right now. I said new post coming soon. You ruined my roleplay I must say with your two characters barging in like that. You shouldn't have posted at all until I accepted you. I was going through characters so everyone could get a chance to post. I'm sorry to say but you can not post here anymore. I'm so frustrated right now. No respect for other people's stories I see... -:

[Angelkitsune]

((So...is this still active then? Sorry, I've been gone for like two weeks))

[prévoyez*la-vie]

:- Yes it is still active. I am currently writing the next peice. -:

[Angelkitsune]

((Okay ^_^ That's good - I would go cry in a corner if it wasn't))

[prévoyez*la-vie]

Running my hand through my hair I stared at Joey. “How can I contact them?” I heard Joey make a short but exasperated sigh. “The girl. She will be the easiest. The boy. He is in a Rubber Room.” My hand slammed down on the table hard, creating a loud echoing gun shot noise. Joey got up off of the table and layed his hand on my shoulder. “I can do something for you. If you would like. Maybe. Talk to him myself?” I looked at him over my shoulder and nodded. With that, Joey was gone.

Picking up my tray I walked up to the door of my cell. With my free hand I started picking at the door like I always had every morning. A big mark of paint was missing from the right side of it. Roughly two minutes later the door made a loud click and slid open. I was so used to that noise I had made a song from the echo it created in my room. As I remembered the song I took a couple steps out from my room and just dropped my tray. Missing the cart, it crashed on the floor. “Sorry.” I whispered quickly and took off to my right. I was in a hurry. For what? Even I didn’t know. Pushing past all the patients that had been released at the same time I had, I was looking for auras. “If she is among us. Her aura would be thick. Right?” I looked up and down the rows of people. “Right.” I reassured myself, and proceeded in the direction of the Lobby.

Entering the room men and woman were already sitting in front of the television. I looked at my friend Eddie and laughed. “Still watching that News Eddie?” Staring at the face of the TV he smiled. “Everyday Miss. Miller!” He said with a giddy tone, and nodded his head. As I came around to the other side of the Tele I saw it wasn’t even on. Looking back over to Eddie’s face, it looked as if he was really into something that should have been on. I smiled and patted him on the back and sat down next to him. “You know this stuff only makes happy people sad, and sad people depressed. How could you keep watching it in a place like this?” Eddie chuckled and looked away from the TV and into my eyes. “It’s so I have someone to pray to at night, Dear.” He gave me a reassuring smile and went back to the blank TV. Eddie had always been a cheerful soul, I could even see it in his aura. Everyone around here called him the Illusionist because of his disorder. I’ve never actually learned the term for it because I never bothered asking. Illusions. That was one of the symptoms for Eddies disease. Multiple personalities was another symptom. I always just put it easy and say he has Schizophrenia.

Looking up from the couch I was on I studied all the people. Almost every single one I knew or had seen before. “This is going to take forever…” I whispered to myself and stood up. “Have a good one, Eddie!” I smiled at him and waved at him over my shoulder. “You too Miss. Miller!”

[Angelkitsune]

Max had an uncanny way of estimating time, for exactly a minute later there was a faint click as the door of the room Nathan was being 'contained' in was unlocked. The door opened and Max stepped from behind it, a charming smile lighting her face as she bowed like a magician who'd just preformed a magnificent trick. Rolling his eyes and smiling, Nathan clapped for her then stood.

Before long, he was walking through the halls of the 'Employee Only' area. The door hadn't been locked, so he'd decided to see if he could find a place he'd heard about. After all, he probably wouldn't make it to the lobby without someone realizing that he shouldn't be out of the wonderful padded room. Pity, that's probably where he would have the best chance of finding his sister. He could always slip by the roundabout way after the nurses in this section had headed off for their lunch break.

"Are we going to the balcony?" Max asked as she walked beside Nathan down the hall.

"Yeah, get a breath of fresh air for once," he replied, glancing down at her. "Then maybe we can get over to the lobby or rooming area and find Gwen."

Max nodded. Nathan listened for any sound that might be a nurse or doctor heading his way, but heard nothing. Soon he came upon another small hall that curved off toward his left and he turned to follow it. In a few short moments he came to two dark doors. He paused to listen again, but heard nothing so pulled open the door.

A rush of cool air greeted him, and he gave a small smile as he breathed it in. One never realized just how confining the Asylum could be until they had a chance to be outside after being stuck indoors for a so long. Nathan stepped out, closing the door behind him, and walked over one edge of the balcony, not really looking at anything. Max followed, skipping along to a different side as she looked out across the land. "It's a nice view from up here!" she exclaimed. "I see why he recommended it."

"Yeah," Nathan replied, looking over with a grin as Max leaned out over the railing, a smile illuminating her face. He wondered where the spirit who had told him about this spot was now - maybe he'd already passed, or maybe he was still trying to finish up here; to free himself from the chains of whatever caused his soul to linger. Nathan had been unable to assist the man - apparently the ones he wished to speak with were far from the Asylum. And as he was stuck here, he that meant Nathan couldn't do anything for him. The man had insisted that he shouldn't feel bad though, that he would just find another to help him nearer his family. At first, Nathan hadn't thought much of it, but the next day it clicked that what the spirit had said meant that there were others like himself and his sister - possibly quite a few. Pondering that was the only thing that had kept him from just letting Max free him from the padded room a few hours after he'd been put there.

If only they could get out of the stupid Asylum, maybe he and his sister would be able to find the others like them - and he would be able to help spirits like the man he'd met before. If only...

[Guendolen_Sama]

Gwen wanted out of this room.... But there was nowhere to go! A sitting area with the news channel forever on, and a couple ping pong tables.... They wouldn't let her just walk the perimeter of the halls. She had tried that before, more than once, and just gotten hustled off into her room in short order.
But she was so sick of staring at these same four walls.... Even hanging drawings on them didn't help. It didn't change the fact that it was the same place, all day, every day; the bland oatmeal color behind the renderings she drew, the astringent scent of cleanser and antiseptic making the nose tingle, creasing it in an instinctive recoil from the cold, unfeeling odors.
She wondered if they would let her see Nathan today. The staff got upset when they spoke. Despite the fact that both of them were calmer and happier when that transpired.... Because they alone, basically, acknowledged that they were not insane. That the things that happened around them were real, not delusions. Pity it wasn't something they could definitely prove....
Gwen pushed the curtain aside- a white sheer drape, as bland and uninteresting as the walls themselves- and looked outside. A small courtyard squatted below, concrete flagstones surrounded by a few scrubby trees. It was long unused, with bits of grass and weeds creeping up between the cracks in the concrete, the trees scraggly and unkempt. The institution didn't believe many of their patients needed fresh air and sunshine, apparently.... But she so longed for it. When was the last time she had just walked, breathed in air, felt sun on her shin, she couldn't even remember....
Gwen spun away from the window, pacing about her tiny chamber. She had to do something, somehow. She was tired of just sitting in here, falling into the same mindless repetition. Maybe she'd ring the nurse's desk to get attention, see if by some chance they'd let her out to see Nathan. Or maybe just try to get out period. Even the horrible antiseptic halls had to be better than this....