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 Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 10:52 pm
Wake up in the morning
Always rushing around
Trying not to be late again
'Cause it's no time to slow down
I'm sick and tired of the same thing everyday
Same old song the radio always plays
I think I need some time away
But there's no place to go now
I want to run away
Leave it all behind
We only have one life to live
And it's your life so go on
When the world gets the best of me
All I need is a little company
To put me back on my feet
I hit so hard when I fall down
Sometimes I feel like I just can't go on
There's nothing left to keep me hanging on
At the end of everyday
All I want to do is run away
It's your life so go on
It's your life so be strong
It's your life run away
Leave it all behind
We only have one life to live
And it's your life so go on run away
Make your dreams come true
We only have one life to live
And it's your life
So go on, it's your life, so be strong
Run away
'Run Away' BIG DISMAL
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 11:02 pm
St-stutter Something [Profound]
There's a group of four girls that are all friends. None of them had the best life, something has gone wrong for all of them. They were the best of friends though, and were always there for one another. One night when none of them could take it anymore, they decided to make a plan to run away. They thought it would be best to leave everything behind, and head for the train station. They could all start a new life then. Perfect plan, right? Wrong. This was, but the beginning. So the next night they did exactly that. But they had anything but the details planned out. None of them knew of a destination, how much it would cost, anything. When they got their bags, and boarded the train they rode for a few hours. When they finally got off they had no idea what to do next. Where were they to go? They had nowhere else to call home. After a bit of walking, they came across an old abandoned building. It seemed like a descent place, so they thought they could stay there for a night, and head out in the morning. What none of them knew was, it was an operating building with people there. An asylum. Looking for new hosts and experiments, and they were just that. The asylum took the opportunity of capturing their new guests, for it wasn't often teens just wandered in there.
The girls went in, and found the room to be completely white. How weird is that? They thought so too, but shrugged it off for the meantime. What they didn't know was, they were being observed. There were cameras hidden, and people walking around, just outside. There was a storm approaching, and none of the girls found the noises outside anything unusual. They think it's merely the storm passing by. As the night goes on, they find themselves getting paranoid. Do they soon discover where they are? Or happen to remain oblivious to that fact, that they will be experimented on for the oddest reasons.
Inside the asylum, there are already two guys there. They are some what sane, but have been put there for their own reason. How will they react to their new guests? They haven't had guests, since the last ones were dragged off in body bags, a few months ago. Of course they already know about the experiments that are going on. They've been tested on before. Just to see if they can survive certain drugs, and such. Will they become more then just cell mates with the girls? Then there are the care takers. None of them are very pleasant, for they care nothing about the patients. They feed them the drugs, and record how they react. Though there are two who take liking to the girls. Will they have pity on them and help them escape, or grow too attached and want them to stay there? It's up to you my friends.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 11:08 pm
01: This will be at least a semi-literate role play. At least four decent sentences. I understand writers block, but it doesn't last forever. We're only human and make mistakes. So don't be bitching if I ask for a few more sentences either.
02: This will of course be somewhat mature. The limits aren't going to be strict. Romance is allowed, obviously, but if for some reason you need to go beyond PG-16, take it to the PMs. No one wants to read about that. And if you haven't noticed, I allow cussing. Just not excessively.
03: Bet you're wondering where to get the title of your PM, eh? Well, you'll have to high light this post for it and search. Good luck with that.
04: If you know you're not going to be active, don't bother to join. I want an active role play. If you know ahead of time you're not going to be on for like a week or so, let me know. I understand that school gets in the way and life has unexpected plans, but if you haven't posted for a week, I will message you about it. Insane = subject.
05:In this role play, you will not be allowed to double up on characters unless, need be or I allow you too. I would like you to send me a sample if I've never role played with you as well as a heart at the top. You may use something from some other RP as well.
06:Sometimes I can forget things. That means I may add more.
07:Told you, I forgot something. No god-modding or Allah-modding or what ever. I will not tolerate it. One warning. After that, your out of here.
08:Rule 8 concerns profiles. Five-six decent sentences in a paragraph. Short and choppy doesn't cut it. What I say goes. Sorry if this sounds bitchy but this is semi-lit and up. If you can't handle or do this then please do not waste both of our times applying.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 12:10 am
Bold means taken
Italicized means reserved
Normal means available.
(Note: This isn't first come/first serve. It's who I believe will do a great job gets the role)
Girl One:
She's lived with an abusive father, and a mother who did nothing but drink. She's the second youngest of the group. Age; Seventeen years.
Girl Two:
Practically lived alone, for her mother is always hanging around with different men every hour of the day. After she was born, her father was the exact same, and left them. Oldest of the group. Takes responsibility of all the girls. Age; Nineteen years.
Girl Three:
Had a druggie boyfriend, and non-caring parents. Her boyfriend got her hooked on drugs too, and she drinks quite a bit. Her friends are helping her quit. She is the youngest of the group. Age; Sixteen years.
Girl Four:
Her parent's were never home, and she had an abusive boyfriend. Second oldest of the group. She has a better bond with Girl one then the others, for their similar situations. Age; Eighteen years.
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Boy One:
Was put in the asylum for attempted suicide, by cutting his wrists. Also for having severe signs of depression. His parents cared nothing for him, naming him only a mistake, when he used to live with them.
Boy Two:
His father is the owner of the asylum, and he takes his job quite seriously. Wanting to meet up to standards, and not wanting to disappoint his father. His mother is one of the doctors there, and is more accepting of her son then his father.
Boy Three:
Best friend of Boy Two, and has worked in the asylum for most his life. After his parents died, he was taken in by Boy Two's family. He is very loyal to them, and thanks them for such a great life they have let him lead.
Boy Four:
He's in the asylum, but there is in fact nothing wrong with him. He murdered his abusive parents, and faked insanity so he wouldn't have to go to jail.
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Girl One/Boy One
Girl Two/Boy Four
Girl Three/Boy Three
Girl Four/Boy Two
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 12:17 am
Girl One:
[Fate Alloy]
I've been terrorizing Those Around Me For [Seventeen] Looong Years.
Light The Flames On [June Third.]The Memoir Is As Follows:
[I never had things easy. For nine years I was a normal kid. I did things that I wanted to do. Then it all happened. One night, my mom had gotten drunk. At the time, I didn't know what was going on. My dad went on an angry rampage. Before I knew it, he was abusing me. She became an alcoholic who could care less about me. He became abusive and would lash out for no apparent reason.
It wasn't to long before they both screamed at me for no reason. Mom stayed a drunk and dad was still abusive. Every here and there, I managed to leave the house for a few days. Because of that, I become fond of nature and night time. A few years following, and I wasn't the same little girl I used to be. I slept and ate at different times depending on who was home out of fear. At school I acted like everything was alright. Until my true colors showed through.
At school I seemed fine. Gradually, my appearance started to change. My figure became slimmer and my clothes were more emo-ish. I tended to wear tight jeans and band shirts a lot. A lot of nasty rumors were spread because of it but I meet three girls who accepted me anyways. We became pretty great friends. ]I Just Can't Help But;[Personality here, min two para.Please Don't Take It Away
[Well aren't you a little stalker? Anyways, back to me. I like a few things. One of them being nature and rain. For some reason it's just calming. Especially night time and the moon. Those are some other things I like. As for bands, mostly punk, techno and a few others. A few of them are Paramore and Foo Fighters. Onto colors, I like black and white. Simple enough, I'm done right? Wrong. I have an addiction to Pepsi and pocky. I swear, they most be lined with crack or something.]
EW! Take It ALL!
[Want to know what I really hate? Bright colors. They drive me insane. It gives me headaches. The same goes for bright lights. Can't people just get along in darkness or maybe even semi-darkness? Speaking of people some of them I dislike too. For instance, preps. I don't know what their deal is. They act like they're all that and a bag of chips. Really in my opinion, they just talk the talk but don't do the walk. While I'm complaining, I might as well speak my mind about other things I dislike. Sushi. Disgusting. Who eats raw finish? You could get sick or something. Another thing is bugs. Their big and creepy and wiggly. But the number one thing I absolutely hate is ***** and parents who neglect their children. Don't ask me why, I think it's just messed up okay? .]Love or Hate Me
[Girl One.]My Heart Skips A Beat Around
[Boy One.]The Master Mind Behind It All [Nikol_Mosh]
Girl Two:
[Rosaline Evans]
I've been terrorizing Those Around Me For [Nineteen] Looong Years.
Light The Flames On [February 7th]The Memoir Is As Follows:
[ She'd never laid eyes on her father since he'd left almost as soon as she was born, and her mother never seemed to be home. Her mother had actually bothered to take minimal care of her and taught her the basics on living during her earlier years, but only because the woman knew how troublesome a child with no knowledge of how to survive would be. As soon as she was deemed smart enough to live on her own, her mother saw no reason to linger and pretty much left Rosaline to fend for herself. She only has one memory of actually sitting down and talking with her mother. This, unfortunately, was when she had called her down to be told that money would be left on the table every week to pay for food and bills. At first she'd only needed to worry about taking care of herself, but as she got older, her mother dumped more and more responsibilities of the house onto her.
At school, she drew no major suspicions upon herself and made sure her marks were neither exceptional nor failing, but only slightly above average. Anything that required a parent or guardian's signature was forged and she always had excuses as to why they never came in person. There had been a point in her life where she'd considered the use of drugs and alcohol, but in the end, she never went in that direction. She did, however, get a large tattoo over her right arm. It was a symbol of her determination to live as best as she could, even if she had to face everything life threw at her alone. ]I Just Can't Help But;[ Due to her lonely life, she is unsure of how to interact with others. She is understanding and very reliable when others come to her for help, but she doesn't realize that she is able to ask others for help as well. She can trust people, but she doesn't rely on them with exception to only minor favors. Her smiles never reach her eyes and she lies to herself and others about how she feels; she tells herself that every thing's alright, that there is nothing to complain, when it is the feeling of emptiness itself that really devours her.
Rosaline unknowingly tries to place a boundary between herself and others. She is afraid of pain, emotional or physical, and tries to avoid any situation where she might experience them. She is pretty honest and doesn't make up lies to cover up the truth, she either avoids questions she doesn't want to answer, or simply leaves out the key details. She's quite self-conscious and talks as little as possible to keep from saying anything unnecessary or wrong. On one side, she's strong enough to keep her chin up and help others to the best of her abilities. On the other side, she's too sensitive for her own good and the most minor things leave their mark in her mind. ]Please Don't Take It Away
[ She loves to draw and isn't picky about what. Landscapes, abstract, still-life, etc... As long as she can create an image on a surface, she feels content. She also loves to read books and sleeping, she considers them as escape paths from reality. Depending on the situation, there are times where she enjoys being alone to think things through or just enjoy the peace and silence. Nature is considered her 'friend' and she prefers the outdoors rather than staying inside. ]
EW! Take It ALL!
[ Usually, she doesn't enjoy being left alone. She finds it hard to keep negative thoughts and emotions away when others aren't there to distract her. She fears pain in its many forms. And strangely, her unreliable parents aren't one of the things she hates. ]Love or Hate Me
[Girl Two]My Heart Skips A Beat Around
[Boy Four]The Master Mind Behind It All [Lazui]Girl Three:[Nikolet De Winter]
I've been terrorizing Those Around Me For [sixteen.] Looong Years.
Light The Flames On [December 24th.]The Memoir Is As Follows:
[Let's get the basics down first. Nikolet. It's pronounced Nick-oh-ley. Good that's done, moving on! I wasn't exactly the greatest 'gift' my parents received on Christmas Eve. It just gave them another reason to pray for forgiveness after their sins they created. They prayed and raised me with scorn. Forsaken in the eyes of my father I grew up as a troubled teen. For the first ten years of my life I stayed in my room hardly seen by my parents. Then I met Joey, my boyfriend.
I was twelve at the time and he was fourteen. The first year nothing seemed wrong. My parents where still uncaring about me and nothing was rocky in our relationship. Then on my thirteenth birthday, he invited me to his friends party. They got me to try drugs and drink. At first I wasn't so sure about it, but he said if I loved and trusted him I'd do it. So I did. I was quickly hooked on coke. It didn't help that I kept picking up one beer after another that night. And the addiction started. Three year's it's lasted like that. My parents don't care. My boyfriend was the source of it but I met three other girls. My best friends. They tried helping me stop. I'm just getting over coke. Drinking is a different story. I can't really stop. Not even with their help.
Though I manage to pass with decent grades at school. I act like nothing is wrong so the teachers don't realize anything to obvious. In fact, I actually manage to pass English with A's all the time. Especially in creative writing. I'm good at making up stories. Maybe because I lie? I don't really know honestly. But I guess I like intellectual things because of it.]I Just Can't Help But;[She seems to listen more then talk. Though that's just the illusion she uses to deceive people. She hardly trusts anyone and could honestly be put in an asylum from being faded and drugged so much. She thinks she sees things when she's 'off in wonderland' as she calls it. The place her mind resides when she gets drugged up. Overall though, Nikolet is a very nice girl. She seems to smile a lot. More then she honestly should. Though that's probably just another illusion she throws up for people.Please Don't Take It Away
Coke and alcohol. I can't live with out it. I know it must sound so horrible but it's my greatest addiction. I want to stop but I just don't see any point in it. My life has only gone down hill so far. I also like darkness and music. It keeps away the bad thoughts and scares away the things that seem to lurk around me when I go to my special place. Oh! Special place. My sweet, sweet special place. I love it there. Everything seems right in the world when I'm there. Also intellectual conversations with people who can keep one going.
EW! Take It ALL!
[Dumb people. Not to mention people who don't care about others. It bugs me so much. Especially when they should love and not make you suffer. I guess that's why I'm so close with my other three friends. I also hate white rooms and people who are so preppy. Or unintellectual conversations. If your smart, use your brain.]Love or Hate Me
[Chica three]My Heart Skips A Beat Around
[Dude three]The Master Mind Behind It All [Nikol_Mosh]Girl Four:
[Alice Rosen Black.]
I've been terrorizing Those Around Me For [18] Looong Years.
Light The Flames On [January 7th ]The Memoir Is As Follows:
[Through out her childhood and into her adolescence years her parent's were rarely home, her Father worked with foreign enterprises meaning the only time she ever saw him was on Christmas and some birthdays. Her mother was a typical socialite who barely acknowledged Alice's existence. Due to her lack of attention from her so called parents, she sought attention from those of the opposite sex. So hungry for attention she wound up dating the worst of the worst. A guy named Tyler Cressup. He was a drunk, and a pot head at that. But he promised her love and affection, that he occasionally gave her. Though the majority of the time was spent arguing with her, mentally and physically bashing her. Even though she wanted something better, someone who would truly love her, she was afraid to leave this abusive relationship. Then one day, during one of their daily arguments, Tyler hit her in the head with a baseball bat. Leaving her with a cut on the side of her head as well as a concussion. She told her parents of the incident to only find them shrugging and telling her to just dump him. That was the straw that broke the camel's back, the rain of rice tipping the scale and sending her one this wayward journey with her friends . ]I Just Can't Help But;[Alice is kind hearted and soft spoken. She tends to be tolerant and submissive due to her relationship with Tyler. But her personality is slowly changing due to her new found freedom. She is finally free to be who she wants to be. Not the timid mouse she was forced to be. She is a loyal friend and has a large capacity to love, and will willingly put herself in mortal danger for the sake of her friends.
Though lurking behind her shy, loving side is a most devious one. It takes a quite a bit to disturb her, but that effort isn't in vain. When enraged she becomes a more than worthy opponent. Her devious mind conjures up the most devilish mind games leading to you own demise. Her history of abuse has warped her mind; she sees it was she has nothing to loss. Thus no task is to risky for her. Please Don't Take It Away
[Alice enjoys reading and writing. Some days she will just lock herself in her room and write. Write of places, and fantasies to escape her own reality. Though her true passion is drawing and sketching. Ever since she was little she has been to almost always be found with a notebook and pencil. Her room filled with imaginary places brought to life through her drawings. her favorite ice cream is vanilla, mostly because it reminds her of her 10th birthday when both of her parents where there and they shared a vanilla ice cream cake. ]
EW! Take It ALL!
[Alice loathes it when people yell at her. And when people try to tell her what she is feeling or won't listen to her. As well as being put down. She tends to cover up and hide her contempt until eventually she vents.]Love or Hate Me
[Girl 4]My Heart Skips A Beat Around
[Boy 2]The Master Mind Behind It All [BellaTheDevious]
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 12:26 am
Boy One:
[Logan Hallow Chambers] 
I've been terrorizing Those Around Me For [20] Looong Years.
Light The Flames On [May 12] The Memoir Is As Follows:
[On a day that no one cares to remember, a boy was born into a broken world, into a broken family. This boy cried and cried. Even at a very young age, happiness never seemed to find him. And so he was named Hallow, a prediction of the rest of his life. Now, this boy tried to please his family. Oh yes, he tried very hard. And yet, all he ever accomplished was to be wrong, or to do wrong. Wrong, that is what his parents told him. Wrong, that is what they told him he was. Soon that damned boy just stopped. Stopped trying, stopped caring, stopped feeling anything at all. Razor to skin, blood to floor. That was life. And soon that poor, hollow, damned boy wanted that to stop too. But he went and messed that up too. A new home was his destination, one that harbored nightmares and the worst kinds of feelings. A place where not even death would smile upon him.] I Just Can't Help But; [An insane, depressed one that Logan is, but you already knew that, didn't you? I mean, just look at the way he treats people! Gives 'um the cold shoulder. Never does talk to anyone. I think he wants to, though. Deep down inside, he just wants....well, I dont think he knows what he wants. Something to fill his hollow heart? Yeah, im sure its something corny like that. Poor boy has trouble trusting people too. He is afraid to get close. He should fix those problems of his. Perhaps something sharp would sooth him?] Please Don't Take It Away
[Like? What do I like? I think I once liked to sit outside and feel the wind on my face, or feel the sun on my skin, or maybe I just liked to watch the world roll by. Yeah, something like that. I had a pet dog once. It died. Too bad, I really loved having a pet around. Oh, I really love drawing. Sometimes the staff members let me have some dull pencils and paper]
EW! Take It ALL!
[Ah, I'm afraid this list is much longer. Lets see...I hate the white. It covers everything, making it seem like I'm living some twisted dream. And the cold, I hate the cold. I hate the beds and pillows that offer me no comfort. I hate the staff members that take away my freedom and have condemned me to this hell. I hate the dim lights that make it hard to read or draw, and the bright lights that make it hard to see. I hate my family. I hate this place. I hate my life. i hate my life. I hate my life. If you said you didn't like your's, you'd be lying. I hate liars.] Love or Hate Me
[Boy #1] My Heart Skips A Beat Around
[Girl #1] The Master Mind Behind It All [EndOfDawn]
Boy Two:Gabriel McMillan I've been terrorizing Those Around Me For 19 Looong Years.
I Light The Flames On: Feb. 14.The Memoir Is As Follows:
As long as I can remember I've worked with the pain and suffering that resides in my fathers asylum. Growing up with all that as a little boy has made me all but mute to the problems the patients have there. Well, only mute in the presence of the other doctors anyway, I don't need them on my back If they see me showing sympathy to someone. So it's best just to keep it a secret between me and everyone that isn't a rat faced doctor under the employment of my father. Something I remember clearly from my childhood is when Father took Alex in. In a way, he's almost like a brother to me.
Ever since I really started working I've been trying to make my Father proud, while still staying me. At one point I almost gave up, I saw no point in keeping my Father happy if it was going to cause others pain. But I didn't, as you can see. I'm still working, still trying not to fall into deep depression.I Just Can't Help But;I'll smile for no reason. Whenever I see a patient doing well, It makes my day just a bit happier. I'm satisfied with my work in the asylum, I'm helping people. Or trying to at least.
I have constant mood swings, but it all really depends on what's been going on and how the day has presented itself to me so far. In the presence of my Father, or any of the other Doctors, I appear calm, composed and most of all, cold. It's the only way I can see dealing with any of them, If you can't beat them, join them. And though I hate to admit, that's what I do, join in on their coldness. Don't get me wrong, I love my Father. And I don't see him as evil ether. He believes he's helping people here, and I believe it too.Please Don't Take It Away
Things I don't want you to take away? Well, now. Material possessions I see as all but useless, But emotions and freewill. Now there's something everyone should have. Everyone has a right to those things. Love, most of all. I guess I'm too sensitive, though, I also guess that's not all to expected of someone in my position. I guess I should be cold and heartless, huh? Oh, well, I think this should have gone in the Personality section, not here, oops.
EW! Take It ALL!
Actually, I don't think I have any hates. Oh wait. Never mind. The world. You can take the world, I don't care. There's to much pain, to much suffering and to much cruelty. Though, besides all that, I guess Earth is a nice place to be. Maybe if I moved away from this asylum, I could see things in a different light, but until then. You can have the world.Love me or Hate Me
I'm Boy Number 2!And My Heart Skips A Beat Around
Alice, Girl number 4.And The Master Mind Behind It All: JinxFlux0Boy Three:
[Alexander C Morganson] 
I've been terrorizing Those Around Me For 17 Looong Years.
Light The Flames On January 29th The Memoir Is As Follows:
I, for most of my life, have worked at the asylum for most of my life. I was taken in by the owner and raised by him as if I were the man's own son. I believe my parents to be dead, when in fact they were admitted into the asylum. Before being experimented on and killed. While I myself was training to work here.
I became best friends with the owner's son. Since I was twelve I have been working here, running through paperwork. Checking up on "patients", and giving clearance to experiments, which I rarely deny clearance. I am one of the less cruel workers, and have never witnessed one of the experiments myself, leaving that to the doctors.
I Just Can't Help But; I usually wear a frown as I walk these halls, putting on fake happiness when visiting patients. I am usually grim about my work, but have the ability to carry on a pleasant conversation. Many times when I am in a more pleasant mood I can be found whistling through the hallways, spinning my full keyring around my fingers.
I'm more social than the other workers here, who will usually just snort and continue with there business. Sometimes I will visit a patient just for a chat, though it can grow quit frustrating to get conversation from one of them. I try to ignore the disfigurement of most patients, though sometimes it can't be avoided. Please Don't Take It Away
[I enjoy carrying on conversations. Hearing that treatments are going well. And a certain new patient that I have taken an interest in. I also enjoy music, though it is hard to listen to with all the moaning from sensitive patients.]
EW! Take It ALL!
I hate horribly disfigured patients that I visit. I also hate very one-sided conversation. Workers here who are snobs. And also horrible sounding music. Love or Hate Me
boy #3 My Heart Skips A Beat Around
Girl #3 The Master Mind Behind It All KelethorBoy Four:
[Edgar Victor Lassard] 
I've been terrorizing Those Around Me For [19] Looong Years.
Light The Flames On [June 6] The Memoir Is As Follows:
[Growing up, I saw my parents for what they truly were: Monsters. I suffered their wrath: beating me, starving me, cutting me, and breaking me. I secretly trained my body to fight for years. I told them I was studying for my classes. The morons believed it. I spent my afternoons at the school gymnasium, building up my strength to the limit. The day had finally come. My parents found out my secret. They came at me. My body was too strong. Their bodies were weak. It was my turn. Their reign of terror was over. They were done breaking me. I broke them. I simply could not take it anymore. Some kind of deep-seated anger unleashed and I could not control myself. My father was the first to fall. I enjoyed breaking his arms. He started to give me lip. So, I kicked his in with a pair of steel-toed boots. That shut him up, as much as a kick in the face would. Have you ever put out a cigarette with the toe of your shoe? I basically did that with his fat neck. He stained my shoes. My mom tried to run away, so it was too bad for her that I was much faster. She used to give me s**t about keeping her floors clean. Needless to say, if she were really conscious, she wouldn’t have liked all that blood on the floor after I made her repeatedly head butt that damn floor. After that, I called the police and they took me away.
Now here, in this strange place, I have remained. The cold walls are my home, the doctors are my parents, the guards are my siblings, and the others are my friends. I fooled the jury into thinking I was insane. However, after all of this time, I'm starting to believe that it’s actually true.] I Just Can't Help But; [I enjoy a good joke from time to time. Laughing helps keep me alive. I laughed a lot when I killed my parents. I just laughed thinking about it. I am what you call a calculating person. I think. A lot.
I may think, gut I rarely do. There is nothing I like more than doing nothing. This place is perfect for that. I know I must be missing bigger and better things. I'm a dreamer, too. So many ideas. Like the idea I used to kill my parents. Heheh... that never gets old.] Please Don't Take It Away
[I love training. The stronger I am the better. I like to learn, too. Anything will do, really. I retain the most useless pieces of information, but at least most of the information is entertaining. I like judgment, as well. It feels good to exact justice on those who deserve to be punished. I love cruelty inflicted on the guilty.]
EW! Take It ALL!
[I hate cruelty inflicted on the innocent. I was innocent, yet I was tortured. Hell be damned if I let that happen to anyone else. I've already got plans for what I would do to anyone who harms those close to me. Do you want to know what it is? Hurt my friends.] Love or Hate Me
[Boy #4] My Heart Skips A Beat Around
[Girl #2] The Master Mind Behind It All [Solomon Marquis]
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2007 12:35 am
Setting:Date:
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Current date and time: May 20th, 1:37 a.m.
Weather: Rather cold, chilly air. Mostly clouded sky, though some sky peaks through. With some rain.
Girl's: Have just entered the building.
Boy's: Sleeping or doing something productive.
JinxFlux0/Nikol_Mosh (( I made a rough sketch of the first floor of the asylum! Here it is! ;D oh...and please ignore my little random doodle...I had an insane moment while drawing this.. ))
Yes well, it's suppose to look nice, so that the people putting their loved ones there don't feel so bad about putting them there. You know special doors and such. Like the ones that look like a wall when they're closed and don't look like doors at all!
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Basically, the girls walk into the hallway and see a door. Going into it hoping it's a nice room, it closes behind them and locks them in. In other words, the door is sealed into making it look like apart of the room. Only doctors know how to get in and out because the door only opens from the outside so 'guests' cannot escape.
Each 'guest' has their own little room with the same doors so they can't escape. In their rooms is a mattress with blankets/pillows/sheets and that is all. The walls are white and on the ceiling is a florescent light.
More will come when we get a second floor :]
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 8:03 pm
Nikolet rubbed her eyes shivering. Yawning, she stretched her arms and looked around. They were the only people who seemed to of been riding on the train. She wasn't sure if the other girls were awake or not as it came to a halt. "Uhm guys... I think we should get off now." The youngest girl mumbled unsure of herself or them.
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Fate's eyes snapped open as she was jolted by the sudden halt. The first thing that came to mind was her dad doing something to her. She had fallen into a fitful sleep and was happy to wake up out of it. Looking around, her eyes adjusted to the florescent lights. She realized they were the only ones there and that Nikolet spoke up. "I think she's right guys..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 8:28 pm
Edgar sat on his bed, alone in his room, bored out of his mind. He finally stood up and began to exercise, starting with push-ups. After several minutes, he switched to sit-ups. An hour or so had passed when he stood up again, finished with his daily exercise. He was pleased with his results. His body had become very strong. Perhaps, too strong. It mattered not. As long as he obeyed the rules, he was fine to do nearly anything he pleased. He then moved to the far wall, a place where there was a series of red marks. Edgar suddenly began to punch the wall. After a long period of time, he stopped his barrage of punches. His knuckles were only slightly bleeding, having been abused many times like this before. He sat back down upon his bed and took a rest.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 8:37 pm
Opening her eyes, Rosaline shook her head as she tried to stop feeling so drowsy and stood up at the same time. She frowned when she realized that she'd fallen asleep; she'd meant to stay awake and keep watch of their surroundings. She nodded her head and said, "We should go. Just make sure you don't leave anything behind." She gently tapped the shoulder of the remaining girl. "Alice? We're getting off."
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 9:47 pm
The whole room was white; the floors, the walls, the beds, the lights, everything everywhere. Logan pushed himself further into the corner, hugging his legs close to his chest and hiding his head in the crook of his arm in a desperate escape from the shining white. One of his eyes peered out, gazing around the room that hardly ever changed.
The space was large, with a few beds pushed against the wall. The room could hold a few more people, but he was sadly alone at the moment. There had been some others, but they were hauled away a week ago. Or perhaps it was a month ago. Logan wasn’t sure of time anymore. His whole life was separated into two times; his days out of the asylum, and his days in it. The only thing he could really be sure of most of the time was if it was night or day.
Body rocking gently, Logan hid the rest of his face once more, unable to take light for another second. His eyes were bloodshot and sensitive. The last batch of drugs had left him soar and with a strange inability to sleep. All night he had been awake in that corner, listening to the sounds of the workers and patients as they moved about. There was a new sound now, that of an approaching storm not far off in the distance. Logan let out an exasperated sigh, wishing that he could feel the rain again.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 6:28 pm
((I will give Bella a few more days. If she doesn't respond I will need to find someone new.))
"C'mon." The girl said groggily. She hated mornings. Though it didn't appear to be morning, so she just hated getting up when her mind wanted sleep. "We can probably find somewhere else to sleep let's just get off..." She stepped of the train with her bag. Nikol almost tripped over her own feet and slammed into a poll with a moan.
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"Hurry up you two." The girl followed Nikol but, didn't manage hurting herself. She was wide awake now and shivering. They had arrived at an outdoor train station and the moon could be seen through little patches of cloud. "Seriously... We should find somewhere to stay. I think there's going to be a storm..." Her voice trailed of as she looked at the other two.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 7:05 pm
Gabriel yawned, clipboard in hand, as he walked down a long, white washed walled hallway. 'It's way to early to be checking with patients. I hope half of them are asleep as they should be.' Gabe thought, once again yawning as he stopped in front of a guarded doorway. There was way to much security here. Guards with guns, guards with tazers. Ewg. It sicked him, but he nodded to both the guards anyway and continued forward to his destination. 'Who is it I'm visiting again?' Gabe thrifted through his papers on his clipboard. 'Logan is it? Ok, here goes.' He thought as he came to the room this 'Logan' was in. Gabe looked down at his clipboard, looked over Logan's cart then shook his head and unlocked the heavy door to walk through.
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