We're The 'Problem' Children?Your The Ones With Problems!o/a

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Weclome To Bedferd Asylum.

They all say your here to be helped. They say you need the help that is offered. What If you don't need help? Whats the point of locking you up then? This asylum accepts only those who have had past problems. Not the ones who are truely insane, but the ones that can be helpped into a normal life. Those who are there becuase it would be better for them. Does anyone else know whats better other then yourself? That's a good question but no one cares here.

Welcome To The Building Of Nightmares.

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Here at Bedferd Asylum...

We give each patient a room. Each room has a closet and a bathroom. The bathroom has a working shower for you to wash up. The beds a twin sized so they are small but everyone shouldn't mind them. Our keepers take your lundry and clean it once a week, if before every Sunday you need something cleaned there is an open lundry room on the floor below the ground floor.
Meals are served to your room if our docter says you have to stay in your room, otherwise we have a cafetira in which you can get your food from. You have the choice of eating inside or out back. No one is allowwed outfront without permission of the docter. Monthly everyone gets a docter's check up.
You are allowwed to wear what you want everyday but the one you visit the docter. On that day a keep will bring you in a white dress ( for girls) or a white shirt and pants ( for boys.)

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What You Don't Know Won't Hurt You.... Or So You Thought..

The story you didn't know behind this spooky asylum. When it was very first created, by Dr.Bedferd, he accepted everyone. They were a simple, well taken care of asylum. When the orriginal Dr. Bedferd died, his son took over. His son had twisted ways of trying to help those. He only accepted teenagers, thinking he could help them. No one knew what they did to the children there. No one seemed to care.
So many had so called accidents it was unbelivable. Atleast once a month the docter went too far with a patient and their heart no longer beated.
One of the days when no one was going to be helped the teenagers rised against the docter. His body never found and almost all of the patients ran from the asylum. All but one who died along side the docter, trying to save him.
Now it's said that people see the younger boy who was killed with the docter. No one knows why they do but that's becuase they normally leave after that. The boy warns them. Trys to scare them away, for the docter is still there. The docter wants to play.
So far in this Asylum no one knows of these stories, but maybe one of the people with a computer in our group of ten new patients will find it online.

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Rules

1.) I want people who are pretty good at roleplay. I'm not asking alot, just more then a 2-year-old. Alright? i really don't want this to die!
2.) Writer's block. Understandable. A sentence every post... If you post like that... DON'T JOIN!!... Thank you!
3.) No *'s or -'s or anything else for actions. Type them out. "" When you talk. Alright? Better be.
4.) Spelling mistakes are okay. I'm no grammer nazi, I just hate idiots who use **'s it's rather annoying. As long as I can tell what your trying for, it's fine.
5.) NO POWERS!!! Humans... End of the story.
6.) Third person. Please and thank you.
7.) When OCC make it noticeable. (( )) // // I don't care what you use, just make it noticeable!
8.) Put a heart at the bottom of your profile, when you send it to me, so I know you read these, so far.
9.) Check rules every now and again in case I add more!

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[b]Why Would You Care?[/b] ( How you act )

[b]Give me!![/b] ( Likes)
[b]Ewww..[/b] ( Dislikes )
[b]Meep![/b] ( Fears )

[b]Oh, I'm here becuase..[/b] ( Reasoning of being put in the Asylum )
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Those Accepted

Hello I'm Rinslet Joy Rell.
I am 17.
I also like boys!



Welcome To Me Life, Yay? My younger life isn't great. I mean, my family never was there. I don't know them. I was given away for adoption. I ended up with a family who was a foster family, so a lot of the kids I knew left and didn't come back. Once I was ten, I was adopted at five, they adopted a boy. He was two years older then me and always seemed upset. Anytime I was left alone with him he'd hurt me somehow. I was a klutz so people always thought I fell of I grabbed the kitchen knife. So, they finally figered out what was happening when I was sixteen when the kid shot himself, of course he threatened me first though, but they think i'm still 'shaken up' from it all since sometimes I enjoy cutting my ankles.
Why Would You Care? I'm sorta weird. I have my childish moments and sometimes if I miss my anti-depressent I act very depressed. For the most part I'm a sweetie and I'm really careing. I'm friendly and I can be rather hyper sometimes. Those who don't know me may find me an oddball but that's becuase they don't know me.

Give me!! Strawberrys, My music, Teddybears, Being with friends, Neon pink nailpolish, My make up, Good friends I can just run up to and hug, roses.
Ewww.. Spiders, Talking about my past, People who are rude to me, Those who call me 'emo' becuase I'm not, Those who tell me to grow up.
Meep! gun shots, being locked into dark closets, spiders.

Oh, I'm here becuase.. My adopted family thinks of shaken up becuase of everything that's happened to me.
What You'd Find On My I-pod Beyoncé - Sweet Dreams

Anything else? If I skip out on my anti-depressent and get too depressed or upset I could faint. No clue why it happens, it just does.


playyed by: Mini-Cupycake-Of-Candy

Hello I'm Leon David White
I am 16
I also like Both



Welcome To Me Life, Yay? I was abused by a drunken father and ignored by a mother who was always working. After a while, I fought back and our fights go so violent one time I ended up in the hospital. After that, I became extremely angry and anyone who looked at me was asking for a fight. One day I had brought home a present for my father only to find that he was already dead, and that was when I completely lost it, after that no one matter to me all I wanted was to fight and get out the anger I could never take out on my father. I frequently got into fights with anyone and everyone, it wasn’t too uncommon for me to come home bloody from a fight, but I would always hide in my room if my mother was home to avoid her seeing. Eventually my mother became too worried about my behavior and I knew that I'd end up someplace where she didn’t have to worry about me or even care about me anymore.
Why Would You Care? I’m obnoxious as heck, I’m mean to people who stare at me, pick at how I look and ask stupid questions. People who judge me also can expect something. I usually punch people who stare at me for staring. If you’ve got something to say, say it to my face, unless you’re too much of a chicken to face me!

Give me!! Music, someone to start a fight with, winning a fight, drawing, and writing
Ewww.. My father, my life, and people who stare at me or think they know me just by looking at me, especially people who THINK they know what I’ve been through and THINK my mother loves me.
Meep! My nightmares and being alone in the dark.

Oh, I'm here because.. I don’t care, but it’s because nobody can deal with me. I’m too ‘out of control’ and ‘deeply scarred’ from what’s happened and I won’t go home, and if I do I lock myself in my room for long periods of time.
What You'd Find On My I-pod Saku by Dir en Grey

Anything else? I’m a loose cannon, don’t mess with me. I as of now hate the world, deal with it. I also know that nobody really cares about me, so don’t pretend like they do. I have an accent, make fun of it and you might just find my fist in your gut.


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Hello I'm Yui Snow
I am 17
I also like boys



Welcome To Me Life, Yay? I was the daughter no 'normal' family wanted to deal with. My mom died after giving birth to my younger sister Amagi She's 12 now. My sister was perfect always listen to daddy and my step-mom Linda. Me on the other hand I liked to stay out late with the older guys and come home when I felt like. I didn't pay any mind to Linda why should I? She meant nothing to me. They just added it up to that I missed my mommy. Daddy never liked the fact I was into playing around with knife's I never hurt myself I just like to look at them and threaten others nothing harmful at all. It was Linda's idea that I be sent off to some Asylum Daddy dear just went along with it. She said it would help me.
Why Would You Care? Around people I consider friends I'm not such a bad person just..distant thats a nice word for it. Around strangers or people I distest I'm cold hearted.

Give me!! Knife's, Ice cream, and loud music
Ewww.. Meds, snob's, and Doctors
Meep! My fear is dieing in childbirth, never want kids

Oh, I'm here becuase.. Linda and Daddy dear think I need help
What You'd Find On My I-pod Rebirthing by Skillet
Anything else? I like to cut up clothing I don't like


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Hello I'm: Soen Stilte
I am: 14
I also like: Boys



Welcome To Me Life, Yay?: Soen had a normal childhood with her parents and older brother up until she was twelve. Then someone broke into her house late at night and brutally murdered her parents and sibling while she hid in a closet and watch, unable to turn away for fear. After that, Soen was sent to a foster home were she stopped talking, only communicating through writing on a piece of paper, although she sang to herself when no one was around. Eventually, her foster home sent her here, to see if she would 'get better' and start talking again.

Why Would You Care?: Quiet,{Duh.} friendly when approached, witty, and mature yet childish in curiosty

Give me!!: The dark, quiet, anything to do with art, {painting, drawing, danceing, ect.} playing the violin, most foods, animals, the ocean, sunsets/rises, and people watching
Ewww..: loud, sudden noises, weapons, and vultures
Meep!: Weapons, china dolls, and night-mares of the night her parents were killed

Oh, I'm here becuase..: Soen stopped talking. Everyone thought she was mentally ill.

What You'd Find On My I-pod American Pie, Through the Glass, Move Along, & If Tommorow Was Your Last Day

Anything else? Soen allways carries a note-book or sketch-pad and several pencils and pens.

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Hello I'm Alex Garnet Shey
I am Sixteen
I also like Girls and Guys



Welcome To Me Life, Yay? I was born an only child into my family and when I say only child I mean I have no cousins, brothers or sisters. I guess you could say my grandparents never wanted me. That's right my grandparents. My parents where the only one who wanted me in my family so they sheltered me for my whole life until well I got old enough to where people catogorized me as 'Strange' because I hardly talk to anyone. I wasn't the most popular around people, but people had told me a was pretty for my age. The only bad things was my ability to not speak correctly and stutter alot.

Eventually my parents began to think I was just doing this all on purpose and got mad at me for so called wanting attention. Ever since then they have always thought I had problems even though my stuttering had gotten worse and I got mad easily. Thats when my grandparents found this great place and instantly wanted to send me there. And like the great parents they are...they did.
Why Would You Care? I stutter alot and sometimes have the tendency to be bipolar and sometimes talk to myself along with overthinking about things. It's not my fault I'm like this I would like to blame the family.

Give me!!
♥ Music. It relaxes me.
♥ Candy
♥ Cute things
♥ Diffrent types of cloths
♥ Anything that a can get along with
Ewww..
x Guns. You wanna see me scream show me one.
X Knives.
x Screaming/Loud Noises.
X Overly muscular people.
x Unflavored Foods
Meep!
As strange as it sounds, me talking to myself. It's like I never realize I do it until I speak the last sentence and all and I get so scared cause I really think that something might be wrong with me.

Oh, I'm here becuase.. It was my Grandparents grand idea and my parents fault for agreeing. Sure maybe I have a few things wrong, but I think that's just part of growing up.
What You'd Find On My I-pod
Brown Eyed Girls - Abracadabra

Anything else?
My secrets are my own and I have a few so sorry.



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~Rinslet~Joy~Rell~

Rinslet stepped out of her room softly. Oh, the fun of sleeping in a new place. You never realy slept. She tugged on a black My Chemical Romance hoodie she had on. She started her walk to the elavater at the end of the hallway. No, she didn't know what time it was nor did she care. She slipped her fingers into her tight jean pockets after pressing the down button for the elevator. She figered she might aswell go get something to eat. She didn't need others thinking shehad more problems then what they thought already.

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//??//I'm the demon in your dreams//??//

YUI

Yui stared out her window seeing the night sky slowly passing over her window. She couldn't sleep, for one thing it smelt like a hospital in here. And she hated hospitals with a living passion that never will die. "Stupid Rent's, sending me to this hold." She felt a frown find it's place on her mouth. She made herself usefull by cutting rather large holes in her nightgown that the Doc's had given her. It was ugly, she would rather sleep in her clothes anyway. She made sure that she had well hidden her favorite little pocket knife. This was how she spent all her stress from the day. Cutting up ugly looking clothes, that she would never ever wear. She heard movement from down the hall but made no movement to see what it was. "Bet its another Doc checking in on all the other prisoners of this place."

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//!!//I'm the angel of your nightmare//!!//

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He was just staring at the ceiling, silent. There was no need for him to be talking or anything because he was in his room, alone. It was quiet in here, and it would have been dark if he hadn’t gotten up and turned the lights right back on after the woman came in to turn them off seeing as he was asleep. Even if he was asleep, he didn’t want the lights off. He was shamefully afraid of the dark, at least being in the dark, thinking he was alone in it. It was a fear of his simply because of the things he had been through. He was scared, so very scared that what was in his nightmares would happen. He was afraid that his father was still alive and what he saw that night was a lie, an illusion. If he was alone in the dark it would be way to easy for the man he fought with so much before his ‘death’ to come into a room like this and get him while his back was turned. His father knew that his son hated him, they hated each other. The feeling was mutual.

His green eyes looked at the ceiling as re ran his fingers over his lip rings before he moved to the one in his nose. He only touched them, a little bit before his hand returned to his stomach. The fingerless glove on the hand as black as his shirt, the only thing it lacked was the design of the ribcage on it. He was also wearing blue jeans that matched his jean jacket that was hanging off his bed right now instead of in his closet like it should have been. He was a slob sometimes and he didn’t care. He sighed as he slowly got up, placing his feet into his black boots. He was bored now, so he figured he’d walk around a bit. Maybe it’d take his mind off of his old man and his past. He scratched the side of his head after his feet were in his boots, his pale fingers scratching into his brown and blonde hair. His hair had been such a dark brown, now in some spots is was, others it was light or blonde. He had dyed it at a friend’s house, if you could call that person a friend, in order for him to forget the color of that man’s hair. Without the piercings and the hair color, he would look just like his father in his younger years. He didn’t want that, not at all. He ran his hands over the 4 piercings in both of his ears as he walked towards the door, picking up the jean jacket before he moved too far away from the bed. He closed the door before he left the room, but left the light on.

He pulled the jacket on as he looked around, sighing. He was only here to ease the pain of his mother. Yeah right, more like he was here to stop bothering her. She had gotten mad at him one day, told him how he was so much like his father it made her want to puke. A hurtful comment that made him change himself without asking her, doing whatever he wanted to make himself someone besides his father, piercings, hair dye, and changing his style. He liked himself as he was now, but he didn’t have a problem with his appearance before until she had said that. He wanted to forget that dead man and move on, but everywhere he looked his face haunted him. The feeling of the punches and the kicks still ached. Old scars seem to burn when he thought of him and all he felt like was fighting when he thought about him. Beat something up, beat away your problems. That’s what Leon found himself turning to every time he got those thoughts, every time someone stared or tried to sympathize with him. Violence was his answer to everything. He was here to try and ‘cure’ that habit, but there was no way he’d ever change. He was too bad for too long and his mother had only noticed now how bad he was. What a stupid woman she was, he probably was better off here.

He began to walk down the hall now. It was silent and the lights were on because they had to be for the most part. He was lucky to not be in total darkness, but he was still alone which made him defensive. If he were to get stopped, chances were he would accidently hit whoever stopped him if they were too close. Not like he cared, it was just a thought. He sighed to himself and whispered, “I hate this place. . .I hate life. . . I wanted to kill him. . . but he died before I could. I have no reason to live anymore. . .why the hell can’t I just die?” That was how he felt, and that was probably why he was so angry.

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Rinslet glanced up from the glowing down button of the elevator when she herd a whisper of someone. There's a first, someone who didn't seem to be one of those nurses on speed or a docter who might aswell be brain dead.
She gave a small roll of her as as she attempted to blow at her bngs and rock back onto the heels of her feet. So what? She was still in her slippers. She liked the black punk version of hello kitty slippers she had, even though the docter said it seemed to be something she tied to her past.
Tied to her past? How in the world did a happy little punk kitty with a neon pink bow tie into haveing a older kid attempt to kill you? None the less her cutting? The docters here were full of it. Weather that it was drugs or crap, she had yet to find out.
She let out a small sighed. " This elevator moves to slow." She complained in a childish voice as she continued rocking back onto her heels and back onto her toes with her hands in her pockets.

[AlbeltheWicked24]

He sighed lightly as he kept going, saying angrily, “Damn it.” He hit the wall near him, not caring who heard it of if there was anyone he woke up with it. He didn’t care for anyone or anything, only himself. He only cared about himself, besides if someone came out, he might be able to pick a fight and satisfy himself. He sighed as he went on, looking for someone to pick a fight with. As he walked, he didn’t see a soul, but eventually he found himself getting close to the elevator. There might be someone there he could annoy, someone he could pick a fight with. That’d be nice, to pick a good fight again, get himself bloody and get someone else bloody. Those were the good old days, when he’d come home bloody, and he’d run to go hide it.

The images were playing along in his head as he walked, the light clicking of his boots against the floor the only thing he was listening to, though after a while more sounds like the elevator and a light voice caught his ears. Perhaps it would be someone who’d fight with him, or maybe it was just someone he could yell at for looking at him. It was odd how driven he was to get into a rage again. It was an obsession he couldn’t shake, no matter how hard he tried. He was completely obsessed with violence and anger.

He was just like his father.

He took a deep breath as he walked further down. The elevators were right before him, and so was a girl. He sighed; he couldn’t pick a fight with her. She wasn’t the type, he could tell. Maybe she’d cry, but what was the fun in that? He much rather enjoyed a yelling fight, if not a fist-fight. “Oh well. . .” He muttered to himself as he came closer, having nothing else to do, why not? Making girls cry made him feel better . . . sometimes.

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~Rinslet~Joy~Rell~

She glanced at him lightly. " Looks like other people then the speed nurses and crack docters are actually here." She said softly. She then looked back at the elevators, still not there. This place was probally older then dirt, but couldn't they get working elevators?
She continued her rocking forawrd and back as she waited. It was about all she could do since she wasn't in a hyper mood nor did she forget her anti-depressent so she wasn't panicing about it. Though if she was she probally could go run and take it and be back before the elevator even got there.

[AlbeltheWicked24]

He blinked at this and said nothing at first. She wasn’t afraid or anything, she didn’t stare at him. This was something new to him, someone who didn’t seem to catch his bad aura and feed into it. He said nothing as he stood, coming in a bit closer as he asked, “Have you been waiting a while?” Maybe he could be. . . nice? He sighed and shook his head, “Those damn nurses and doctors think they can help, but they don’t know a thing. . .” He looked down, shaking his head again. He was finding that he was finally conversating with a human being and he wasn’t yelling at them, though. . .this elevator was starting to piss him off.

“How old is this thing?” He asked obnoxiously, walking closer to it. Even though he wasn’t waiting for this elevator, it was making him a bit mad. “Can it run any slower?” He asked, walking to the door now. He was about ready to hit it. If anything, he was just trying to find something he could take out his aggression on. This elevator was probably a good target too. “It’s annoying me and I’m not the one waiting for it. . .” He said angrily.