I'm not crazy. I'm just a psychotic maniac.((O/A))

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[Arock-The-Demonic-13]

"Mom? Am I crazy?"

Story:
Hidden behind a mighty forest, lays an old mansion. Giant walls stands in front of them, and the only way to get in, is by the main entrance, that's guarded with both dogs and men with weapons. This is not a prison, or to some it maybe is, but its a mental hospital. Meant for young people who never will be able to live amongst the normal.

Plot:
This is where you have some sort of mental problem, that has made you into a psychopath. Perhaps you have killed, tortured, or is here by mistake. Any way, its hard to escape, and you have to stay. Here you can be locked up, or be free to wonder around.


Rule:
Romance allowed, but don't go crazy, keep it low.
Fighting, well, ok, but if it gets discovered, by me, or any of the others, they can chose to get the guards to remove you and stoop you into the rubber cell.
Cursing.. Ah well, just come with it.
Be nice to the others in ooc of course, in the rp, you may be a MEAN as you want.
Write in 3 person.
Not tooo literate, try to keep it so we actually feel like reading it.. But try to avoid anything less than 3 sentence. I understand now ad then one liners is the only thing possible.. then it's allright, just don't do it ever time.
use " " when you speak, and no stars for action.
I'm sorta god like here.. Remember.. If you follow my word, then nothing will happen and we will all be given a good time.. But if not, you will be thrown out!
If yo read these rules.. Post a mr green smily in the post.
And title the pm with the profile, with omg i'm nuts.
Last, and most important, have fun being nuts^^
New rule: From now off, try to stay the gender you actually are. Its rather bothering when you are an other gender than you are in reality..


Profile skeleton:
Picture:
User-name:
Name:
age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Why I'm here: (What did you do.. If you are here by mistake, write unknown)
Specialty: (Every one who's a bit mental, have something they are really good at. Like math, language, science.. No powers!)
Bio: (Who where you before you ended up here?)
Personality: (how do you act, how are you?)
Favorite: (like, your fav. food, and such)
Hate: ( What you don't like)
Extra: (What ever you can think off that you don't know where else to put)

[Arock-The-Demonic-13]

"I seeeee yooouuuu..."

Accepted profiles:

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User-name: Arock-the-demonic-13
Name:Theza Demented.
age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: straight.
Why I'm here: The voices.. They told me to.. They told me to kill them.. So I DID! I killed my mother, my father, and my little brother!
Specialty: She can draw everything, and its so ditailed often people thing thats its a picture taken in black and white.
Bio: A young couple, finally got their first child. She was so sweet, and beautifull, no one ever would have known. When Theza was 5, she got a younger brother, and then something happend. No one could explain. She turned mean, and twisted, started to talk to her self, then one night, when the police finally came, they found her, sitting in her room, playing with dolls, her parents dead in their living room, and her younger brother laying on the floor, head open, and body filled with knife marks. She was proud of what she had done.
Personality: Her mood changes alot. She can be so sweet, and inosnet, and she can be so mean and twisted..
Favorite: Dolls, toys, pizza, soda, candy, talking to others, being with others, getting out of her cell.
Hate: Her cell, the guards, her brother(Who's dead), Henry(One of thoes who talks to her) and people pissing her off/Being in her way.
Extra: Because of her mood changes, sometimes she is alowed to wonder around the hospital freely, and then sometimes she is completely loocked up, not to be alowed to even move a muscle. Then she also cuts her self here and there. she says its Mr. Black who tells her too. Theres many who talks to her, and heres a few: Henry, Mr. black, Lou, Ziak, Heather and Kiki.

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User-name:Kiyru-murder
Name: Amerie Sterling mrgreen
age:17
Gender:Female
Sexuality: Bi
Why I'm here: i hear voices and screams. And sometimes people talk to me. Plus the doctors say i have serious depression
Specialty: english, writing to be specific
Bio: I was living with my brother who was worried about me and took me to the doctor who suggested i be sent here
Personality: i am shy or really mean, it all depends on what i think of you and how i feel that day
Favorite: music, mexican food, white tigers
Hate: milk or dairy, sleeping, people who call her crazy
Extra: my mother was murdered before my very own eyes. i dont sleep much, i find it hard to sleep, i see horrid things every time i close my eyes.


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User-name: Fop-chan
Name: Cassandra Lennal
age: Seventeen.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Why I'm here: Homicide due to psychological issues. In the midst of what seemed to be an "attack" of sorts, Cassie strangled and killed her little sister. Since the event, she has had dissociative amnesia.
Specialty: Painting.
Bio: Cassandra was raised in a normal household with her mother, father and baby sister. She had a few friends in her small school and a boyfriend, even. However, at a young age, she had noticed she was different from other people. Her 'odd behavior' was attributed to brattishness. It was not until it was too late that it was made clear to her family and friends that Cassandra had Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.
Personality: Cassie is quiet, preferring to stay in the solitude of her room. Since the accident, she is like a blank page, only expressing emotions at times when she starts to regain her memory.
Favorite: Bread. [It is the only food she will eat, after all.] & The color Yellow.
Hate: Crowds of people. Germs. Blood.
Extra: If you know anything about OCD victims, they usually become paranoid after a time. Just that happened to Cassie. She was washing her hands [a sort of ritual, if you will.] and began to scrub off the skin to where her hands were bleeding and raw. Her sister saw this and started to stop her. At this, Cassandra freaked. That's how the death of her sister came to pass.


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User-name: Myrddraal468
Name: Sabreil Lithean
age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Why I'm here: She claims she killed her parents when they are clearly alive.
Specialty: Playing Violin and writing.
Bio: Sabreil was living a normally life with hr parents, in a good town and getting good grades. She had few friends, everyone called her wired. When she turned 17 though, on one Thursday at midnight she ran out of her house into the street. Screaming that her parents were dead. People ran to see what happened. Only to find her parents trying to calm Sabreil down. But Sabreil refused to acknowledge them and said that they were dead, and that she killed them.
Personality: Cold, quiet and disconnected. She can be kind though.
Favorite: Rock music, night, writing in her journal and sketching in it.
Hate: Sunlight, people telling her she is wrong.
Extra: She suffers post traumatic stress.


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User-name: F a i r y D i m w h i t
Name: Zachary Burns
age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Why I'm here: They hit me. They hurt me bad. And they called me nasty names, they said I was the devils child. And so I believed them. Why should they lie to me? Why should they hurt me for no reason? And I grew a little more crazy every day of my life. And in the end, I completed my life long wish. Bringing death apon all those who hurt me. And now I'm here with more than just one reason, but plenty! Schizophrenia, Acute stress disorder, Night terrors, Bipolar disorder...but this means nothing to me at all. I am me...just a little out of my mind.
Specialty: I am a musical genius. I can play any instrument flawlessly, and I can listen to a song, then play it on any instrument. I can also sing, but I prefer to scream (screamo), and I do it as well as play instruments. They say its impossible, but I am living proof, am I not?
Bio: I was a normal boy, but I was born in to an abnormal family. One I wish I never had been born in. My father, alcoholic and druggie. My mother, prostitute. Me, their mistake....the devils child. Ever since I could remember, my father and mother had told me I was a mistake, that I should be sent back to hell where I belong. They hit me til I started bleading. They locked my in the dark closet were they told me there were ghosts and demons that would take me and eat my soul because I had been a bad boy. The whole town spat at me when I passed. I hated all of them. My family, my school, teachers, neighbours, everybody! Because of them I have scars eveywhere! Both mental and physical scars. There are scars that they created, and then there are the scars that I created to stop the pain I felt because of them. I wished they would all just drop dead! And on my sixteenth birthday, thats exactly what happened. Well, not everyone dropped dead, but the worst of them did. I still remember the joy of seeing their crimson blood being spilt on the black asphalt, and my screams of joy that echoed in to the midnight sky. I killed 13 people. Enough to satisfy myself. And then I went home, covered in blood and walked up to my parents, chainsaw in hand. They screamed in horror as I pulled the sting and the roar of the engine drained in out. And I tourtured them by killing them slowley, slowley, slowley. Limb after limb, and then they were just bloody bodyparts. And I laughed and laughed. I went to bed without another thought, and the next morning they took me away.
Personality: I am a boy with a bloddy past and both mental and physical scars to prove it. I am crazy and have been put in to a mental hospital because of it. How do you think I act? Crazy, of course. I dont take my anger out on people who havnt done anything to me, but I hate people who stare at me, and thats what usually causes me to start fights. I hear voices, but I try to ignore them, until they start screaming at me, telling me to do what they say. And I do, sometimes. Since I am a bipolar, I have extreme all the time. I switch between being incredibly depressed, to being in an abnormally elevated mood. Sometimes they even occur together. When I play my music I am calm, and because of this, I am alloud to play music as often as I want, but sometimes I dont feel like it. The rest you'll have to figure out for yourself.
Favorite: All my own music, dark chocolate, spiders, berries, cake, books and art.
Hate: Sleeping, white, the voices in my head, water and rocks.
Extra: People tell my that when they look in to my eyes they see that I have suffered. Is that true?

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User-name: Pandy Cookeh
Name: "Bones" apparently.
age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Why I'm here: Beating a classmate with a chair, Imsomnia, Off her nut.
Specialty: Bones can make amazing sculptres and dolls. They almost look real.
Bio: Bones was fine, absolutely fine. That is until the class bully picked on and punched her little brother. She hit him with a chair and beat him badly, breaking 6 ribs, fracturing his skull and breaking his left leg.
She went on a rampage, attacking anyone she didn't like. Her rampages will occasionly happen. Usually about once every 3 months.
Personality: Wild, Cheerful, Strange, Wacky.
Favorite: Chocolate, Coffee, Music, Art.
Hate: Mean people, Bullies, Drunk Bums.
Extra: Bones wont reveal her real name. She has been seen sneaking pocky in the early morning, around 3 am.


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User-name: arihyoshi-amaya
Name: Amaya Oz-frau
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Why I'm here: In a cult ritual, Amaya was tortured beyond humanity. She went mad, losing faith in god and submitted herself to the dark. The murdered everyone in the room using only a pair of scissors.
Specialty: Amaya was a very artistic person, that included drawing, writing, singing…
Bio: The Noble Oz-Frau family adopted Amaya when she was a baby. Later, her entire family was murdered by unknown right before her eyes. Finally, they caught her and sold her off as a sacrifice in a cult ritual. During this ritual where Amaya was being tortured, she went mad, along with killing every human being in sight. However, she might also have sudden explosive behavior.
Personality: She was emotionless but was often seen with a sly smile, but she does express occasional concern for those who were nice to her. However, she sometimes wished to humiliate them for humor's sake. She also had a habit of carrying around scissors and cutting up stuffed animals with them. Though, when she was angered, she would randomly break things and hurt others.
Favorite: The coldness, Nature, Sweets, Tea Parties
Hate: Blood, Whoever that was against her, Crowds, The heat
Extra: During her time as a sacrifice, a mark was burned into her back. She does not want anyone to see this mark and seems to not like being touched very much. Usually when she was touched by others when she was stressed she will try to stab them with her scissors.


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Picture: I hope this is okaay~ Like this, with dark brown hair. :3
User-name: Overstuffed Kitty
Name: Jack Dawwe
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Why I'm here: After removing all of the family's knives and skewers and stashing them in his room to operate on live mice and children he'd asked over to 'come play', his family took him to this school.
Specialty: Lockpicking, Disguise.
Bio: Uh. See 'Why I'm Here:'.
Personality: Very forward, passionate about his 'work'. Happy to help friends.
Favorite: Likes thinking, panning out everyones lives in different ways. Favourite food is grapes.
Hate: Sleep. It scares him.
Extra: Extremely well spoken, however, is constantly laughing to himself throughout his sentences.


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User-name: Able777
Name: Johnathan Swizcostyinhug
age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Why I'm here: He was to smart for everyone else. He came to insane conclusions on anything through very long math and random symbol equations using things that don't really exist around him. He once came to the conclusion that the only way to live would be with killing his adoptive parents through a problem that was sabotaged by other school kids, that made fun of him.
Specialty: He is an excellent problem solver.
Bio: He was a normal weird child.
Personality: He acts frantic and paranoid about almost anything.
Favorite: He likes foods that are much more of a delicacy than an insane asylum's menu.
Hate: He doesn't like dogs because they are too loud.
Extra: He has a hidden cat thats real with him in the asylum its name is "Chris the Dorong rabbit except hes not a rabbit hes a cat."



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User-name: strapped15
Name: Murphy Jones
age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Why I'm here: Killed his family, most of his friends, and arson
Specialty: Starting fires and picking locks.
Bio: Murphy was always the kid you stayed away from. He loved to see another person bleed. Then when he was ten he snapped. Murphy stabbed his father to death, shot his mom, and dismembered his older brother. He just laughed and put some blood in a jar before setting his house on fire. After his uncle got him they sent him here.
Personality: Rabid Animal
Favorite: blood, the color red, pizza, animals, metal
Hate: anything soft

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User-name:blind messiah
Name: Nathaniel Short
age:20
Gender:male
Sexuality:straight
Why I'm here: Nathaniel is a sociopath. Murder.
Specialty: Nathaniel makes ornate beautiful masks.
Bio: Nate's parents always knew something wasn't quite right about him. A comment here, a laugh at an inappropriate time there. There was always something about him that didn't click. Even at a young age Nate gave off a sense of danger. People didnt feel safe around him. As he grew older and understood how people's minds tend to work he became extremely manipulative, and hurtful to those around him. The only exception to this was his little sister. Nate treated his little sister like a princess, he would have done anything for her. The day she was raped was the day Nathaniel finally snapped. He murdered 2 men and a young teen with an axe, skinned them, and hung them by their ankles from a tree.
Personality: Nathaniel treats everyone with a sort of general disregard, as if they are all characters on a T.V. show, their joy and pain a distant affair to him. Nate is very good at talking people into doing things.
Favorite: Microwave Burritos, Broccoli.
Hate: Taking pills. People touching his masks.
Extra: Nate is almost constantly wearing a mask, and becomes violent when people touch his masks or attempt to remove the one he is wearing.


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User-name:shadow of sean
Name:Icabremis
age:18
Gender:male
Sexuality:
Why I'm here: Mortification of bodies...both alive and dead.....i like to poke things with sergical tools
Specialty: Annanomy and Through practice im not to bad at taking a heart from a chest....putting back is kinda hard....
Bio: Honestly im sorry but i don't remember before the first organ doner.....but since that first rush. Well that was mama...so i've been alone for a while....
Personality: You know im kinda quite....calm....people tend to leave me alone
Favorite: i like blood...red....creamed organs are fun-snickers- and my tools...love is a warm knife
Hate: my feelings...always getting in the way
Extra: i tend to get my equipment...though I'm not supposed to

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User-name: Arock-the-demonic-13
Name: Girl number 13, real name unknown.. To most..
age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Why I'm here: She took the neighbors cat and dried its blood around her own house. Then she threatned to kill her parents.
Specialty: Nothing can keep her locked in.
Bio: She used to be such a sweet heart. But that was before she went crazy. It started after a car crash, where they all thought she was dead, then, one morning, she shot her eyes open.
Personality: Her mood changes..
Favorite: Likes to just wonder around and do nothing..
Hate: Just about every thing else..
Extra: She's aclared dead in the books, but still wonder around.

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User-name: KiroYuRawr
Name: Trace Skye Crest
age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexuality
Why I'm here: Schizophrenia, I hear voices that tell me to do things.
Specialty: Art and Music
Bio: I grew up in a dysfuntional family. Mom and Dad were alcoholics and drug addicts. My little sister was the school sl*t. Ii turned to art and music.
Personality: Quet and Shy due to voices.
Favorite: Clor: Neon. Food: Sushi
Hate: People that are bullies
Extra:


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Light Auburn hair, fading from lack of sunlight. Pale and clean skin. No acne whatsoever. Crimson eyes. Almost shoulder length hair, feathery and silky. Average Height, very thin. Very agile. Light brown markings on her face.


User-name: Pandy Cookeh
Name: Ehrisehk Chihiro Raindt. Known only as Chi.
Age: 15
Gender: Female, Are you blind?
Sexuality: Bi.
Why I'm here: Chi was part of a clan in Egypt. At the age of five she ran away becuase of the 'voices'. At the age of 8 she was found by a large, wealthy family. That night she killed them for making her work. She is Passive Agressive, Delusional and an Insomniac. She hears only one voice similar to that of Bones.
Specialty: Martial Arts and Art.
Bio: Explained in why she is here... ahem. She is also a mass murderer but dont tell her I told you that.
Personality: She is often Antisocial, Stubborn, Sacrastic and Calm. She can be kind when she wants to.
Favorite: Coffee, Sweet things, Music
Hate: Bitter things, most men for some reason.
Extra: She likes pointy things. Beware. She also enjoys insulting people.



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User-name: Tsugaru-VII
Name: Dige Skivera
age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Depends
Why I'm here: I've never wanted a job like this. I wanted to be on the front medical lines. Treating ER patients. Until I lost my respect in the medical field after THAT event.
Specialty: Logic
Bio: I went to college for only 4 years. I was top of the line right outta high school. I took a job as a paramedic at first, but was recognized by a vetran and asked personally to be his understudy. When he passed away a few months later, the chairman allowed me to take his position, since I was the only one taught to do his job. It was great for a while... until that kid had to die. He was in a car accident. I did everything I could for him, but it wasn't enough. Or so I thought. I slammed him with the defibbulator, and before I knew it I was looking at a toasted cadaver. My understudies knew what happened. I took a risk. He was only 3. I figured out later that he could have lived. He was just out of it from shock. I killed him. I almost lost my license after that, but I had a friend from college who got into the lawyer buisness. Told me to lay low. Get a job at this outskirt mental hospital. So I did.
Personality: Self righteous. Caring. Headstrong.
Favorite:
-Food : Bread
-Drink : Water
-Color : White
Hate:
-Food : Spicy
-Drink : Soda
-Color : Bright colors
Extra: Smokes. Drinks

[Arock-The-Demonic-13]

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

People who have been sighed out of this mental hospital:
"You are now cured, and may go.."
(Aka, people who have left.. But you never know, they might return ^^)

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User-name: stillbornmiracle
Name: Silan Wyrd
age: 18
Gender: male
Sexuality: straight
Why I'm here: pyromaniac, psychotic episodes, kind of a sadist
Specialty: Sil can fix almost anything and make whatever you could ask for, given the right parts. He is also a fair hand with lockpicking.
Bio: Sil grew up with his parents as a normal, quiet, well-behaved child. One day, though, he just....dissapeared. No one heard from him for three years, and when he came back, he was completly different. He was destructive, stole things, set things on fire, hurt people. It wasn't untill about 5 months after his return that the body turned up.
Personality: Silan doesn't get involved directly with any mischeif. He is more of the one on the side-lines, watching the insanity unfold around him.
Favorite: reading, pudding, fire, music, playing the flute
Hate: the color purple, stupid puns, extremely bossy people
Extra: Silan doesn't talk a whole lot. He doesn't really see himself as sick, either. In fact, he is perfectly capable of acting normally most of the time. Its just that when he loses it, he really loses it. He has been known to gouge out eyes with his bare hands, and even rip chunks of skin and meat off with his teeth.

[Arock-The-Demonic-13]

"They all talk to me, tell me what to do, how to speak.. They are all around me."

OPEN and Accepting!

[Arock-The-Demonic-13]

((bUMP....))

[Arock-The-Demonic-13]

I Still hear them...

"Alright, you may come out now." The guard said and opened the door to her cell. But Theza stayed seated.
"Can I have some paper and a pencil?" She asked friendly, but with a soft irritation in her voice.
"If you come out, and go with me to the Activity room, you may." He said and stepped in.
"Lou knows where it is. He will show me." She said and jumped off her bed. Then walked past the guard, and looked as if some one invisible had taken her hand and was leading her. The guard raised an eyebrow then sighted and closed the door behind him as he walked out.

As Theza reached the activity room, she quickly found a pencil and some paper, and started to draw right away.

[el baile de muerte]

~♥~Amerie~♥~

Amerie was sitting in the corner of the room she was trying to get the voice to leave her alone. She had a notebook in hand and a stereo next to her playing A Day To Remember. "Please, leave me alone" She begged the voice that kept antagonizing her. Silent tears ran down her cheek she bit her lip as pictures of blood and her mother stabbed float through her mind. "it was all my fault" She said giving into the voice. She dug her nails into the skin on her arm until small droplets of blood appeared.

[Arock-The-Demonic-13]

I Still hear them...

Minutes passed, and she silent girl sat cross legged on the table, completely in full concentration. Her drawing started to take shape.
"Lou, look, its Heather." She said and holded her drawing up. People would have thought she was crazy. But to her, they where there. Right now, it was Lou, her best friend, who was with her.

[el baile de muerte]

~♥~Amerie~♥~

Amerie began to cry as the voice demanded her to admit it. Her tears ruined the letter she was writing to Andy her big brother. "stop please, you need to leave me alone, so i can go home with Andy" she begged. "i will do anything, i just need Andy" she begged the voice and another joined in and she collapsed to the floor now screaming. "Go Away!" A guard rushed over to her side. "make them go away" she begged the guard who just sighed and helped her up so she could walk back to her cell.

[Arock-The-Demonic-13]

I Still hear them...

"I wonder what is up with her.. Ask Ziak to go with her, I think she needs help." Theza said and watched the girl being lead out of the room.
Then she giggled. giggled..
"Stop it Loouu.. You know Kiki will be mad at you.." Theza said and turned her head around. They where best friends. He had arrived shortly after Heather and Henry. Theza hated Henry, he was always bothering her and asking her dumb questions. He also used to get Theza to do some things she didn't want to. But then Lou and Ziak came along. They knew how to keep him away. Kiki was sorta like an extra mother to Theza, she was always proud of Theza for what she did.

[Fop-chan]

Cassandra.

A soft knock on the door. A soft voice from perhaps the only soft guard in the place. "Cassandra, you should go into the Activity Center. It's not crowded today." The blonde's eyes never moved from the spot on the wall that their gaze had been upon all morning. Her fingers twisted and turned, wrapping themselves in the covers of the bed where she sat.

It was too... soft. Far too soft. Reluctantly, to escape the 'soft'ness of her room, Cassandra stood and walked out the door, towards the activity room down the hall. Sometimes, there were just days like this. When a small thing turned into a big thing and a big thing turned into a /huge/ thing and on and on until she could no longer stand it. But... Days like that were better than days when she was too afraid to leave the room at all.

[Arock-The-Demonic-13]

I Still hear them...

Theza continued drawing. Then she looked up and at the door.
"KIKKIIEE!" She cried and ran over and hugged the air.
"Oh kiki, look, I drew Heather. Do you think he'll be happy for the drawing?" She asked. Then she smiled widely and returned back to the table.
"Who should I draw now? I could draw you Lou. Or Mr. Black.. Where is he by the way?" She asked and looked around.
"oooh, thats right.. when do you think He'll return?" She just kept on talking. About allkinds of things. Most of what she said was questions.

[Fop-chan]

Cassandra.




Cassandra jumped slightly at the loud squeal that erupted from the activity room. From the amount of names she heard the girl addressing, she began to feel a bit skeptical that the room was far more crowded than the guard had implied. However, when she opened the door, she only spotted one girl, talking to air. A sigh left Cassandra's lips. Imaginary people weren't nearly as imposing as real people....

She was just about to take a seat near the window, when the word "drawing" caught her attention. Without meaning to, Cassandra quietly ended up behind the girl, nonchalantly trying to peek over her shoulder at the piece of paper.

[Arock-The-Demonic-13]

I Still hear them...

"What?" Theza suddenly asked and turned around.
"Oh hello there.." She said and looked at the girl. Then she looked back at the blank paper. The drawing of Heather layed by the side.
"Allright Lou.. You win, I'll draw a dog." She said with a sight then putted the pencil down upon the paper and started to draw.

[Fop-chan]

Cassandra.


Cassandra didn't answer the girl's greeting, but instead watched her hand as the pencil began moving again. Her lips formed a small frown as she counted the strokes. One.. two... three.. She continued staring and counting, her eyebrows steadily creasing.

Finally, she mumbled, "..You are doing it wrong..." Her hands began to clench and unclench her dress.