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 Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 1:42 pm
OoCll Thank all of you for joining. Now that characters have been assigned and people have recieved their Character Files, please start using some form of OOC when you talk. Thank you. Also, if I have given you a character and did not send you your character file, or if you would like to suggest something, please PM me. I'll be happy to discuss it with you. ^-^
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 2:28 pm
(Whee! I guess I can start at lunch then?)
Patient Stats:
Name: Kaiba, Seto
Age: 19
Height: 186 cm
Weight: 65 kg
Reason for inpatient status: Attempted Suicide.
~~~
Yes, unbelievable, but true, infamous CEO, Seto Kaiba, in the suicide ward.
It was lunch time, he had been there for maybe a month, had fallen apart and tried to suffocate himself in his garage.
He sat at a table, alone, staring coldly at other patients. He knew some, others from his highschool, others in for other reasons. All for attempts on their lives.
He was occupied with his mashed potatoes, using the spoon he had to continually create and demolish a pyramid.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 2:53 pm
{ Oh, we're starting?! o-O No one told me! }
Name: Jounouchi Katsuya
Age: 18
Height: 178 cm
Weight: 62 kg
Location: Suicide Ward
Notes: Was found on the floor of his apartment. Apparent overdose of alchohol and pain relievers. Was beaten regularly by father. Is fiercely protective of Yuugi Motou. Tends to have mental breakdowns, in which he flails, punches, and kicks, often hurting both himself and those around him. Adminstered medicine and sedatives at noon everyday, or as needed.
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Jounouchi sighed as he exited the line for lunch and lazily dragged his way towards a vacant table. He had recently had an increase in breakdowns and the change had drained his body of more energy than he could go without. As if this wasn't bad enough, he had sent, not only himself, but many others to the recovery wing. It seemed that more and more got hurt more often than usual. That was not a good sign.
Jounouchi didn't enjoy very much the idea of hurting others when he hurt. It slowly killed him inside and made him long for his pills to extreme lengths. So much so that he was no longer permitted to have thick blankets for the fear of how long he'd stay under without air. Truly, he was more than just unstable.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 2:55 pm
((Edit- Crap! ^^;; Jounouchi posted while I was writing, so.... um.... Yugi didn't see him, he was hidden behind someone. XP Yupyup, that was it. biggrin ))
Name: Yuugi Motou
Age: 18
Height: 153 cm
Weight: 35 kg
Yugi Motou was in the room he had been assigned. He didn't like it here- it was pale, so colors wouldn't 'get patients over excited.' The result, of course, was that disturbingly sterile doctors office aura.
Everything was neat, prim.... and soft. Wouldn't want anyone trying to kill themselves again, would you?
And everyone had group and one on one therapy sessions.... but those weren't till later on in the afternoon.
Shuffling was heard behind the door, and Yugi's amethyst eyes shifted upwords as an exasperated nurse stepped out.
"Mr. Motou, must you again be reminded? You must eat. You don't want me to have to report you, do you?"
Yugi looked away, but, sighing, slipped upright. ~I don't want to eat. And.... I don't want to see anyone. Especially not them....~ Yugi bit his lip. ~I.... I should trust my friends. I know. But.... would they really understand...?~
Sighing softly to himself, Yugi walked quietly out. He paused at the lunch room door, and scanned it cautiously before he went in. Most people he didn't know well....
Except... Kaiba was here.
It had surprised Yugi when he first came- Kaiba had always seemed so strong.... but, it also made sense- no one could live alone. Yugi bit his lip. Or half alone, for that matter.
Making up his mind, Yugi shuffled quietly into the room. He paused in front of the foods, tray at hand, observing them.
It was a game he liked to play- see how little he could get away with eating. He began taking little smidgons of everything- no more then a teaspons worth, and setting them in his tray. Finally he was done, and smiling to himself and his other half at their little game, made his way to try to talk to Kaiba.
He was beyond help- most peopel didn't understand, thought he was crazy. But that didn't mean that, while he was here, he couldn't try to help the people he cared about.
His reasons weren't all selfless though- If he helped, they could go. Be happy, forget about him.
And he could be alone- no one but his yami with him. Wouldn't that be best for everyone?
((Ah, assuming I can quickly take control off one of the nurses? ^^;; Oh, and anything black and in double parenthysis is OOC. x3))
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 3:04 pm
Seto vaguely looked up, spotting Yugi, which immediately set his brain into its usual rants, and he clenched the plastic spoon tightly in his hand, pummeling the mashed potatoes into a thin paste along the tray.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 3:13 pm
Yugi paused, seen this. ~You're right, mou hitori no boku. We should sit somewhere else,~ He said decidedly, turning and scanning for an empty table.
It looked like they were all taken, however.... Yugi bit his lip, slowly navigating through the crowd, trying to find someplace to eat alone.
Not completely alone.... but physically.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 3:23 pm
"I'm stuck with Pharaoh, now I can beat him. I can finally beat him once and for all, it's my destiny to beat him," he murmured over and over in a fashion, eating sparingly as he watched Yugi's every move.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 3:26 pm
((Whee! Creepy obsessive Kaiba! XD
...wait, that sounds about normal. XP
And.... I'll be waiting for others to post before posting more. x3 Yupyup.
But the idea of Yugi stopping and walking the other way amuses the heck outta me.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 3:38 pm
{ Heh, sorry about that. ;p }
Jou adverted his eyes around the room a little before poking at his plate and looking around somemore. He noticed his tri-haired friend walking away from a table that was occupied by one of the last people Jou expected to be here.
What was Kaiba doing here?
Jou raised an eyebrow at the thought, but left it alone. He had more than forever to think about that. Once more, he recalled that Yugi was looking for a place to sit and called out to him, hoping to get his attention.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 5:34 pm
Name: Otogi Ryuuji
Age: 19
Height: 179 cm
Weight: 64 kg
Location: Suicide Ward
The stats from the dumb file. He couldn't stop thinking about them. Location- ********? Why was he here? So much better than this, than them. He sneered to himself, jem-green eyes narrowing as he looked down on a pale, thin-looking teen scuttling past him.
He shook his head, in effect causing misplaced wavy-black bangs to fall away from him eyes. He tugged on his earring, glaring at the sallow boy again. Large, unblinking eyes stared back at him, and he growled, glancing away to the woman behind the counter. "Why the hell am I here, again?"
She didn't answer, so he wrenched the tray from her hands and stomped off, dropping his things down at the end of the table. There were people on the other side, but he wouldn't bother with them. Too bad. He grinned ferally to himself, bitting viciously into his boiled carrots.
He should be at home, running his shop. His game. Damnit, his whole life, he could do nothing here! He didn't need to be here anyway. It's not as though he was suicidal.
||oops, a bit too angry ^^; ||
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:26 pm
((are we useing the continuity of the Manga or the Anime here?))
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 10:22 pm
OoCll Whichever people are most familiar with. ^-^ I'm glad this is starting off so well. Anyways, I'll post later since I have school.
Anyone can play nurses, doctors, and other NPCs. Have fun.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 10:50 pm
Egyptian Slave Kachan OoCll Whichever people are most familiar with. ^-^ I'm glad this is starting off so well. Anyways, I'll post later since I have school.
Anyone can play nurses, doctors, and other NPCs. Have fun. (i send you a pm saying if i can be yami no bakura if that is ok)
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 11:04 pm
Name: Ryou Bakura
Age: 17
Height: 176 cm
Weight: 52 kg
Ryou walked into the lunch room, his long silvery bangs falling over his face. He kept his head down as he made his way though the line and finally to a table to sit. Ryou didn't touch his food; instead he ran his fingers over the bandages that were around his wrists, silently wondering why he had to stay in such a place. It wasn't his fault, he wasn't the one who had cut his wrists…it was him who did it. Although Ryou tried and tried again to tell the doctors this, none listened to him. There was nothing to do now but do his best to prove to the doctors that he wasn't trying to kill himself and, like always, try to keep him from causing too much harm.
"Why me?" Ryou asked to himself softly as he poked at the food with a spoon. "Why can't he leave me alone?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 8:43 am
Name: Malik Ishtaar
Age: 19
Height: 180 cm
Weight: 55 kg
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Oh, how he hated it here. Lavender eyes scanned the cafeteria, hoping for a secluded corner /away/ from the rest of the insane nutcases housed in this ward. He didn't think he belonged here at all. Infact, so what if he had--no, but he /hadn't/, and that was the problem. They just all blamed him.
He could have been like Ryou. He /could/ have blamed it all on his Yami. Oh, but that psychotic side of him was long gone, and according to everyone else, had been replaced with suicidal tendencies.
He growled softly and didn't even bother getting in line for food. He really had no desire to shove the bland crap down his throat. Oh, but there was that annoying nurse again, chiding on him to get something to eat. He complied, if only to get the annoying woman to shut up.
Soon, he had satisfied her with a rather large clump of mashed potatoes, staring him in the face from his tray. He stuck his tongue out in disgust but made his way out of line anyways, glancing around for somewhere to sit. Odd how he knew so many people here. It was unnerving, knowing that everyone he knew had fallen apart. What kind of world was this?
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