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 Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 8:21 pm
 Asylum. It’s a strange place to be locked up in. It’s mostly for people who can’t handle the outside world. Their mind works differntly from others. Voices speak to them, people who believe that ending their life would solve everything. Some people even think they’re faires, or even pirates. Lucky for the company, patients come in and are released every month. But, in some cases, some people are sent there because the world can’t handle them.
Kathryn, a.k.a. Kat, was sent to the Asylum on behalf of she was different. Somehow, she was born with the gift of sight. At first, people thought she was just like any other psychic; people who have done their research and/or make up things that happen to make sense. Kat, however, proved to be different. Not only could she see select future but select past. A vision that helped her solved a 50 year old crime. A crime that occurred before she was born. After that she helped solve several other murders, but her gift became too much. The chief never really did explain why but he sent her away. Only the two of them really knew.
Two years later, a detective is hot on a case. A serial killer he’s been trying to catch for years. He’s so close he can hardly sleep. But one night he over hears other officers talking about Kat. A girl with a special gift in solving crimes. The detective grew desperate and realized he had to give her a shot. It was the last thing he could resort to. But neither he nor Kat could predict what was about to become part of their future. Each other.
This is their story.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 8:03 am
Rules:
1. Romance is a must but please no cybering. Let's keep it PG-13
2. No bad language or text talk.
3. Please be semi-lit to literate.
4. NO ONE LINERS
5. Ignore the last rule and pm me with "Tell me all" so that I know you've read this.
6. No one is perfect so your character must have flaws (injuries, illness
etc.)
7. Post as often as you can. As will I.
8. If you can't post for awhile, let me know. Please.
9. Please follow the profile.
10. PLEASE do NOT post until you're part of this roleplay. Send me a PM with your request to join.
11. If interested, pm me with "Let's find him. " [align=center][b]What the mirror shows me in the morning: [/b][Picture]
[b]What my mother calls me:[/b]
[Name]
[b]What my friends call me:[/b]
[Nickname...don't have to have one]
[b]How long I've been here:[/b]
[Age: 22-28]
[b]My life:[/b]
[Bio]
[b]What else I like: [/b]
[other hobbies or just other random stuff.]
[b]My Job:[/b] [Self explanatory]
[b]My pet:[/b][Don't have to have one]
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:11 pm
Profiles:
What the mirror shows me in the morning: 
What my mother calls me:
Kathryn Elizabeth McCormick
What my friends call me:
Kat
How long I've been here:
22 years
My life:
When I was little my parents that it was great that I had a gift. No one else in our family been known to carry such a gift like mine. Doctors couldn’t explain and my parents didn’t know what to do with me. After awhile, it scared them. It scared them so much that I was placed in an orphanage. I was put in home after home until I was 18. Sad thing was I saw when each family made their decision to give me up. When I was finally able to be out on my own, I did what I could to get a job, all the while keeping my “gift” a secret. But when I started having dreams about a killer, I somehow got involved with the FBI. I eventually made friends as well as enemies. One night I had a dream about the chief of the FBI. However, when I told him about my dream he locked me up in the mental hospital for having gone crazy. I’ve been stuck there ever since.
What else I like:
I love to read and paint as well as draw.
My Job:Psychic for the FBI before put in a mental institution.
My pet:I used to have a Rottweiler but when I was put away they gave him away to a family out of state. What the mirror shows me in the morning:  What my mother calls me: Benjamin Walker What my friends call me: Ben How long I've been here: 25 years My life: Its a really simple story honestly, my mother and father met while working on a case together. My mother step down from her job once she had me and I grew up watching and learning everything my father did. My faster is a very we'll known detective, so I learned from the best. I grew up knowing just what I wanted to be and I achieved that goal very fast as I took over my fathers business. What else I like: I rather enjoy being in the outdoors and exploring the mysteries of life. My Job: I am a detective My pet:a husky named Hadley
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 10:22 am
Being in a mental hospital had its up and downs. The room I was put in was small but nice with a cozy bed and I didn’t have to worry about a roommate. It was the middle of the night and I couldn’t sleep. I sat up by my window as I drew on my sketch pad. For the past two weeks, I had been drawing the same man. He was tall, dark and handsome. Dark hair, dark eyes and he had a sweet, yet, tough sense about him. I had drawn him in many different places. I had drawn him with a husky dog, at the store buying meals for one and a lot of other places. But this was the first time I had drawn him at night. In the picture, he was sitting by the window like I was watching the rain; as I was. That meant he was not very far.
I finished the drawing and decided to put it with the rest of my sketches. I lifted the small floorboard in my closet where I kept things most precious to me. Sadly, the only thing that sat beneath the floorboard was just my sketches. There wasn’t really a lot to “collect” in a mental hospital as souvenirs. Everything that I came to the hospital with had been taken from me. Even then it wasn’t much.
I glanced at the other pictures. Besides the drawings of the same man, I had drawn people I knew; people who had affected my life in a good way. Some were in the grocery store, on dates and even at office Christmas parties. In a way, I was keeping tabs on them. They always seemed happy; never knowing where I had disappeared to. They were all told I had been moved. They just didn’t know where or even how to contact to.
After replacing the floorboard, I climbed back into bed and went back to sleep. That night I had my first dream about the man in the pictures. We were both in an office building a few stories up. Several other decks surrounded his own. The man was reading a file of some kind but when I tried to see what he was looking at, the page was blank. That was the downside of my gift. Not every dream/vision was always 100% clear until I actually experienced it.
The next morning I awoke to my same routine. Showered, drew a little before the guard unlocked my door and headed down big room where everyone waited before having breakfast. To the staff, it was called the “Parlor.” To the sane patients like me, we called it the “Playground.” Here we were kept most days where we “socialized,” played a few games and even had some music playing. For me it was hard to have a decent conversation with most of the patients. The ones I normally talked to who actually seemed normal were the suicidal patients.
Over the past two years, I had made my friends with suicidal patients. They would come, we would make friends, and they would leave and never come back. I would always have dreams about them. Their lives got better. Some changed appearances and all of them turned their life around. I always liked to think I helped them.
This month’s friend was named Abby. She was a sweet girl but her parents were divorced and her mom was pregnant with her stepfather’s baby. Needless to say, Abby didn’t take the baby news very well. Abby’s mother had found her lying in the tub on the verge of death. Thankfully, the ambulance had gotten to her in time. Once she was well enough, she was brought to the hospital where we slowly became friends.
Abby sat at our usual table where the checkered board was set up. Her and I both preferred chess but the staff believed the pieces to be a bigger choking hazard than the checkered pieces. That would actually explain why we never really played with all of the real pieces. Some of the pieces had bites in them and a few were missing. I sat down and moved my first bottle cap piece.
“Morning,” I tried to smile but she didn’t say anything as she moved her first checkered piece. “Everything alright?” I knew what was wrong and I knew the outcome. It took a good five minutes before she actually said something.
“I’m being released tomorrow.” Abby told me. She couldn’t meet my eyes but I just smiled at her.
“And you’re scared.” The girl in front of me nodded and I could see she was trying to hold the tears back. Abby was a smart girl. She just made a dumb mistake. But I knew it was more than that. “It’s alright.” I told her. “Everything is going to be fine.” Like all the other kids I had made friends with, Abby knew about my gift and, like the others, I knew she would never tell. Then again, who would really believe any of them? “You’re mom’s worried about you. You’re stepfather too.”
“Will I ever see you again?” She asked. I smiled as I remembered the dream I had a week before. Abby and I were sure to meet again.
“Our paths will cross and it’s not going to be in here.” Abby seemed confused so I decided to explain a little. “Let’s just say I’ll be getting out of here pretty soon.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 12:24 pm
Benjamin walked into the detective agency that was once his father and now belong to him and his associates. "Good morning Matilda" he said plainfully to the receptionist. A woman of an elderly age with red hair tied up in a bun looked up from her computer and gave a soft smile. "Morning Mr. Walker, I managed to get a hold of the mental hospital you spoke of and left the information I was able to get of the girl you spoke of as we'll. " Benjamin nodded "thank you Matilda."he said before going to his office.
He didn't spend long on the phone with the mental hospital about the girl with the name of, Kathryn, Mc Cormick. Once again his fathers name was able to pull some strings for him, he would be able to bring the girl to his office and really where ever he wished, though he would have to have her back at the mental ward before bed time . Sighing he hung up the phone, grabbed the address as we'll as his black jacket. "Matilda Im going out for the evening please adjust any meetings coming up and forward my messages to my voicemail , thank you!"he called as he walked out the door.
Arriving in the parking lot of the mental hospital a slight chill came over him as memories of his grandmother came back. Often his grandmother would say she could see his grandfather even though he had died before Benjamin was born. When she started "seeing" others people his father had her admitted into the hospital where she later died. Pulling his jacket on he headed into the hospital. It didn't take long for the receptionist to recognize him and direct him in the right area to go see Kathryn.
"There she is with another young lady by the name of Abby who will be released tomorrow." Benjamin nodded and leaned against the door frame wanting to watch her a moment or two before having to rudely go over and interupt their conversation. She seemed happy and very kind and caring over a girl he was sure she had only known for a short while. Taking his leave of the door frame he made he way over to them before quietly clearing his throat. "Excuse me, Im looking for a Kathryn Mc Cormick."he spoke with a deep kind voice.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 3:49 pm
~Believe in what you can't see~
Abby moved her final piece, which happened to be a piece from a monopoly board, and smiled in victory. She had won this round. I took a mental note of her wins to mine. She had me beat 24 out of 46 games. I swore to myself that I would never play chess outside in the real world ever again. In all of my days of being at the hospital, I had played over 800 games. That’s a little over a game a day. Everyday. Nonestop. I was almost going mad.
It wasn’t until Abby gasped a little was I really brought out of my train of thought. Even though we were done with our game, she looked down at the board as I trying to decide her next move. “What?”I asked. Abby smooth out the mess of her hair which only meant one thing. A cute guy had walked in the room and he wasn’t staff and he wasn’t a patient. She didn’t need to tell me. “What’s his scale?” I asked, referring to his looks.
“Nine to ten.” Abby shook her head. “Tell or eleven. He’s gorgeous.” Abby snuck another peek before looking back down at the board. “Kat, no offense to your drawing skills but your pictures did not do him justice.” I smiled at her comment and realized he had gotten closer when her head shot straight toward the window. When he asked which one was Kathryn, I stood up to look at the man from my drawing. And Abby was right. My pictures did not do him justice at all.
“Please, my mother was Kathryn. Call me Kat, at least.” I almost begged. I pulled a piece of paper from my pocket and handed it to him. It was a picture of him in his exact outfit standing in the same room. I had drawn it after I had gotten out of bed. There was something else about him as if being in a mental hospital made him feel uncomfortable. That’s when I saw sensed it.
She had been an elderly woman with a gift to see the dead. She had the ability to help others pass on and, yet, they stuck her in the hospital where she later passed on. Just the thought of her being locked up in the mental hospital with a gift like hers made me a little upset. Then again, my story was almost the same. The woman’s presence seemed to stir as the man stood in front of me. “Sadly, I wasn’t able to get a name off of the picture so you’ll have to tell me if we’re going to be working together. And I’m sorry about your grandmother but she had a gift. There was no reason to have her locked up. Not with a gift like that.”
~A gift given should not be hid~
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 9:07 pm
ooc: That's fine. No hurry.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 1:47 pm
Benjamins jaw tightened as he grinded his teeth together, he did not like speaking of his grandmother nor did he like others speaking of her. "Miss Kathryn, Kat it is a pleasure to finally put a face to a name I have heard so much about. My name is Benjamin, Detective Banjamin Walker..."his voice faded away as he finally looked down to the drawing of himself. He bit the inside of his cheek wondering how she was able to do just what she did. "This is very good, though I believe youve gotten my eyes wrong... youve made them look beautiful and yet they are not. " he mummbled to her before folding the picture up and returning it to her.
"My grandmother is none of your concern and I wish you would leave that particular subject alone."he sighed realizing his tone was rude and rather harsh. Running his hand through his hair he cleared his throat as Benjamin looked to the floor. "Im sorry, that is still a tender wound for me that has yet to heal..."he said softly before allowing his eyes to graze over her face. "If you knew I was coming then I can assume you know why I am here. I need you to accompany me to my office to help me with something it is very urgent. I have the permission of this..."he paused looking around in disgust." Place, to have you come with me though I must bring you back before it is time to turn in, that is unless I need you for something at night..."his mouth fell open slightly as he choked on his next few words forcing them back down as his eyes naturally fell over her body. She was indeed a beautiful girl and he wondered why , other then her gift, someone like her was in here. " Though Im sure that won't be necessary..."he mummbled .
Benjamin then remembered the other girl and nodded his head to her in greeting. "Forgive my manners, Detective Walker."he said to her with a short small smile before looking back at Kathryn. "We'll, would you mind helping me, i mean us..."he asked as a soft pink hue came to his cheeks.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:21 am
~Believe in what you can't see~
The detective was nothing like I expected. Somehow, I thought him to be happy but instead he seemed more……serious. When he mentioned he had heard about me, I just wondered how much he had heard. What had happened between the Chief and I wasn’t really front page news. The detective didn’t seem to make a sign about knowing about it so I said nothing. Heavenly only knew what would happen if word got out. I had only wished I had seen it coming.
When he commented on my picture, I was a little insulted. It was as if the guy didn’t know how to recognize good artwork. At least, he said it was very good. I had been drawing him for two weeks. I was sure that was enough practice to get him to, at least, appreciate it. Then again, he didn’t seem to appreciate me in general. I sensed he didn’t believe in a gift like mine or even appreciate that I knew about his grandmother. I’ll admit it might not have been a good idea to mention his grandmother, even if we did have something in common. But family was always a touchy subject with more people. With Abby it took me almost a week before she finally talked about her family.
So it seemed the ‘Warden,’ or the Chairman, of the hospital didn’t want me to leave for very long. See, Frank Lewis had been informed of my gift as well as my real reason for locking me up. No doubt he has been generously paid every month to keep me locked up. It explained why I was to be back before lockdown. Even if it was a few hours, it was freedom nonetheless.
“Sure, I’ll help.” I shrugged. Did he ever think I was actually going to say no? I used to solve cases with my gift for a living. I made friends as well as enemies but I loved doing it. This was my chance to start working again. Even if it was for a day.
I walked past the detective and towards the doors. The guards had been informed of my letting out so when they opened the door for me, I was surprised. It also wasn’t a surprise to find the Warden standing outside of my door with a bad in hand. He didn’t seem happy either way. “I want you back here before lockdown. That’s 9 o’clock Ms. McCormick and not a moment later.” As if I needed reminding. I took the back and nearly melted at the sight. Not only where my old clothes in the back, including jeans and a t shirt but also my brush, bag, make-up and shoes. Only a few things I had truly missed. I almost ran into my bathroom to change.
I tried not to take my time because I was even more eager to get back out into the real world. So a simply apply of make-up would do. It even felt good to wear jeans and shoes again. When I finished, I grabbed my sketch book and my bag and found the detective waiting outside of my room for me. The Warden was gone which made me feel better. Before we left, I embraced Abby and said our goodbyes for now. I was sure my vision would come true. I could only hope it didn’t change over time. Finally, when all was done, I turned back to the detective. “Alright,” I told him, “I’m ready.”
~A gift given should not be hid~
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