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 Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:40 am
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:41 am
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:42 am
r u l e s .
o1. Follow the ToS.
o2. No cybering.
o3. Be as LITERATE as possible.
o4. No one-liners.
o5. This is a long-term RP, so don't post once and vanish.
o6. No anime/cartoon pictures. No celebrities either.
o7. Type "Waffles" as the subject line of your PM in order to be accepted.
o8. No god-modding.
o9. Staff of Spring Hill are NPCs.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:43 am
p r o f i l e
s k e l e t o n . [b]Hello my name is ;;[/b]
[b]Age ;;[/b]
[b]Gender ;;[/b]
[b]Sexual orientation ;;[/b]
[b]Personality ;;[/b]
[b]Short biography ;;[/b]
[b]Why were you sent to Spring Hill? ;;[/b]
Put a picture here.
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:44 am
p r o f i l e s . Hello my name is ;; Katrina Nanette.
Age ;; 18.
Gender ;; Female.
Sexual orientation ;; Straight.
Personality ;; Cynical. Reclusive. Mean-spirited. Callous. Rough. Insecure.
Short biography ;; I grew up in an abusive foster home until age 16 when I ran away. I've lived on the streets for the past two years. I have no family. No friends. Nothing.
Why were you sent to Spring Hill? ;; The police found me in an alley, wrists slit and a body full of drugs. Now I've been sent to this ******** place.
Hello my name is ;; Micky
Age ;; 12
Gender ;; female
Sexual orientation ;; none yet
Personality ;; Shy, kind, afraid of people
Short biography ;; Micky grew up in a normal home with an older sister and younger brother, but she wasn't very good at making friends.
Why were you sent to Spring Hill? ;; One day she found herself fantasizing about something she knew was wrong. When she asked her parents to help her they were greatly confused, but said that she would be fine. A few weeks later they found the dog buried in the back yard.
Hello my name is ;; Miles Forsyth
Age ;; 19
Gender ;; Male
Sexual orientation ;; Heterosexual
Personality ;; Doesn't like strangers and regards anyone with philosophical veiws contrasting his as inferior. He pretends he knows German when he can only say the phrase, "the stones are not German."
Short biography ;; He lived in Toronto before being sent to Spring Hill. He had been raised Christian, but later revoked religion after reading the works of Friedrich Nietzsche. He began to look around the world very pessimistically, and, eventually, became depressed with the state of the world.
Why were you sent to Spring Hill? ;; Attempted suicide. He seems to be bipolar; he seems fine with his friends, but, when alone or sad, he is overwhelmed with depression.
(^But older.)
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:44 am
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 7:45 am
My stomach churned.
My head pounded.
My vision blurred.
I was in a white room. In a bed. The sun's rays poked through the caged windows and I jolted upright. My heart raced as I tried to remember last night. But before I could start to gather the fragments of my memory, a short nurse walked into the room with a tray.
"Who the ******** are you?!" I demanded.
"Now now. Calm down Miss Nanette. You're safe."
"What do you mean safe? How do you know my name?"
"You are in Spring Hill Psychiatric Hospital."
No.
I couldn't be in the nut house.
No. No. No.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 11:56 am
Micky gazed at the ceiling, there was nothing to do because she didn't want to wake her roommate. Her eyes studied the blank walls then the bars, the only thing she missed was going outside whenever she wished. Her roommate stirred, well jolted upright and screamed at the poor nurse who had just entered. Oh, don't do that she spoke to the girl as if she were telepathic. She knew of course that the girl wouldn't hear it. The day before Micky had felt relieved to finally enter a place where she was safe, no way to sneak around and do something she didn't want to. She'd been even more relieved to find she didn't have a roommate. Then this girl had shown up late at night and she'd sighed. There was nothing she could do. She sat up and looked down at her hands, once again she saw the blood that wasn't there. She listened to the nurse try to calm the new girl, yeah, safe. She thought sarcastically. (XD the longest post I will probably ever do)
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 7:26 pm
I watched as the nurse calmly left.
The tray filled with food and daily medication sat there, untouched.
I noticed someone else was in the room. I look over to see a little girl in her bed. Bad enough I'm in this place...now I gotta share a room with a child? I thought bitterly.
I threw my blanket to the side as tears started to fall silently from my eyes. I angrily wiped them away.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 2:11 pm
if i think her thoughts... Miles sat in his seat, waiting for the bus driver to announce his stop. The trees and grass sped past as Miles read the introduction letter again. Damn, he thought to himself. He would be without music for at least a year. He didn't know how long he would be staying, but he knew it would take a long time for them to convince him that the world was cheery. None of the other restrictions applied to him. He didn't take drugs, nor did he smoke or drink. He was a straight-shooter, minus the rampant depression and attemted suicide. As for the other restrictions, he was interested to see how his 'stache would turn out. But this was in no way going to be fun. He'd be stuck in a building filled with insane people. And no music. It was bullshit. It was supreme bullshit. Dammit! But at least he had brought some books. He had some Nietzsche, as well as some other books to keep him occupied. "Spring Hill!" Miles got to his feet and exited the bus. He walked down the street until he found himself in front of the large building, opened the door, and checked himself in. If he wanted to, he could just run. But what's the point? Here, he gets food. Out there, he gets nothing. God ******** damn it. A nurse escorted him through various corridors to his room. Across from it, someone shouted at a nurse, who promtly left. It's gonna be a long day... Miles lay down on his bed and tried to sleep. It was still daylight, but he was too exhausted to do anything else. ...that is a bit like sex.
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 2:22 pm
Micky noticed the other girl seemed to be in a bad mood, she even scowled when she looked at the child. Micky got up and took the food that had been left for her when the nurse dropped off the other girls food.
She had been pretending to sleep when the other girl was off, and wondered why the nurse hadn't introduced them when the girl woke up. Her name was Nanette...interesting and old fashioned, but Micky didn't particularly like it, it sounded to much like Nana the dog from peter pan."I don't believe in fairies" she commented imaginging that a fairy died far away
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 5:28 pm
if i think her thoughts...Unable to sleep, Miles left the room and wandered around until he found the dayroom. Looking around, he didn't like what he saw. Some people talked to themselves, some screamed, and some drew pointless figures on walls. One patient ventured so far as to touch another--not very threatening, but still enough to earn the right to be dragged away by security. Why am I here? Miles wondered. He really hoped he wasn't the only high-functioning patient in the facility. ...that is a bit like sex.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 5:13 pm
if i think her thoughts...[[Bump.]] ...that is a bit like sex.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 1:07 pm
Internet Noir if i think her thoughts...[[Bump.]] ...that is a bit like sex.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 5:39 pm
(I'm kinda waiting for astrum, but I can force her to follow)
Micky grimaced at her comment and crushed her forehead with her palm in irritation. WHY DO I DO THAT! She wondered, she couldn't stand the room anymore. She had to get up and run, or walk. It was likely they weren't aloud to run. Micky finished up her food and stood from the edge of the bed where she'd been sitting. She glanced up at the girl but then back to her feet as she quietly left the room. She didn't know the girl, she didn't know whether she was supposed to say anything, or what to say.
Micky entered the day room still carrying her dishes. The only problem was she didn't know where they went. She couldn't just leave them somewhere. Nervous Micky glanced around looking for someone who might know. There were plenty of hapless people, trapped inside their own bodies, drooling, likely not even aware they were. Others imagining things in their minds that they couldn't express and she watched pained as one was dragged away for what? She hadn't seen. Then she spotted a guy who seemed perfectly aware of his surroundings, maybe he was a visitor?
Micky nervously, taking a few steps then hesitating before continuing walked up to him, "Um...um..d-do you know where these go?" she asked shyly
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