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 Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 10:29 am
(( I will be gone from Monday - Saturday. ]]
Pheebe smiled at Andrew. "I know, but one step at a time." Pheebe said and hugged Andrew. "Hey ima go and call my mom okay?" She said and kissed him. Pheebe walked outta Andrews room and called her mom, who did not answer. UGH. So Pheebe laid down and relaxed.
Joesph figured he needed to go and call his mom. "Hey ima go. Sorry. You win." He said and walked to his bed room and called his mom, who didnt answer. So he just laid in his room.
(( there my characters are doing nothing! so i guess i'll see you when i get back. keep posting; follow the rules I read every post! ]]
(( same thing since you last post. The rp is going slowww! ]]
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 11:50 am
 Hello, my name is Summer May June. Don’t laugh, no joke.Summer stood outside the therapy room. Not sure if she should go in or not. She had been standing there for ten minutes. Exactly. She looked through the door of the therapy room and saw the lady checking her watch for the 10th time.
Summer wasn't ready so she pulled out an old recite from her pocket and took a pen from her light brown messenger bag. She wrote a note and stuck it on the door to the therapy room.
The note read:
Dear Mrs. Therapy,
I am not ready for you, yet. You are a long story that I would love to save for another day. I'm sure you would say I need to start today but I'd rather start in group therapy, I promise I'll come see you. Talk to you. Another day.
Love,
Summer May June.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 12:12 pm
(( i'm back; and very upset only ONE person posted. I will close this roleplay if people do not start posting more often. ]]
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 12:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 1:02 pm
[[ sorry.... I have been under a lot of emotional stress lately with my ex arguing with me and with me still being in love with her... I don't know what to do anymore... =// ]]
Andrew walked out of his room, still a little peeved about everything that had happened. And to think he was only three quarters of the way through with the day. He had already gone through therapy, which he hated, made Phoebe feel what seemed like to him as jealous, and found a new girl that he himself might like.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 5:50 pm
Jackie wandered the halls dragging her feet, she watched the doors pass her when she spotted Andy. "Het cutie." She said warmly but not to loud as she walked up beside him. She put an arm around his waist and kept pace with the taller body. "You look not so hot, wan’ a go hide out and talk it out?" She asked kindness and a little concern seeping into her slightly rough deep feminine voice. She really was starting to care about that kid, it hurt her to see him like this.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 6:05 pm
(( okay well ima post tomorrow. if your character hasnt posted in awhile ditch them! okay? I'm going to PM everyone who hasnt posted. kay? ]]
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 10:41 am
dragonhealer Jackie wandered the halls dragging her feet, she watched the doors pass her when she spotted Andy. "Het cutie." She said warmly but not to loud as she walked up beside him. She put an arm around his waist and kept pace with the taller body. "You look not so hot, wan’ a go hide out and talk it out?" She asked kindness and a little concern seeping into her slightly rough deep feminine voice. She really was starting to care about that kid, it hurt her to see him like this.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 12:45 pm
"All right, well, I want to talk about it." She guided him to the left and up a flight of stairs then into the movie room. She closed the door behind them and sat him down on the couch. "Come on, sweetie. You’ll feel better if you tell someone who isn't looking to put you into a twelve step program." She smiled and leaned back getting comfortable for a long talk. She blinked and tilted her head to better see his face. He looked distressed still and she wanted him to be happy, or at least at ease.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 5:25 pm
VERY IMPORTANT ANNOCEMENT!
I have now messaged everyone in the roleplay who has not posted in awhile. If your character has not had a post, you better post. I'm debating on replacing characters. But more likly i will just simply close the roleplay. I have recently closed my begginer roleplay and i will close this one. I already have a new roleplay idea, this roleplay wont be a lose. Plus, everyones post are starting to get at beginners leval, including me! I no longer roleplay in beginner leval roleplays. This in intermediate, post like it. I dont expect a story book. Try to post paragraphs! I'm giving this roleplay a month to improve, if it doesnt, I'M CLOSING IT!
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 6:24 pm
 Aislin frowned at Nathen's sudden departure. Absently, she went to the television and turned it off. Next, she started wrapping up the game controllers. Once everything was put back in its place, Aislin headed off to wander the place. She hadn't truly explored yet, and she wanted to know where everything was. So, after heading back to her room and grabbing a hoodie to keep warm, she started wandering aimlessly, taking note of where everything was. She realized what she was doing would be what her parents considered being 'anti-social' but truly she didn't care. Aislin started humming to herself to fill the silent void.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 6:27 pm
 Pheebe Elise MagrillPheebe walked to her room and looked out her window. Everything was ultra pretty. She loved the scenry, she loved the room. But she needed new friends. Pheebe walked around the place trying to find people to talk to. Anyone would do. She found the guy with gazillions of pills from earlier. "Hello." Pheebe said softly.
Pheebe looked around the hallways and observed it's apperence, then the boys. She didnt know his name. "I'm Pheebe, as i introdused earlier. I never got your name, mind if i ask, what is it?" She said polightly. She wanted to make friends here.
Nathan Joseph MagrillJoseph felt his phone vibrating, mom. "Hello?" He said softly. [font color=blue]"Hey baby." Nathen's Mother said. "Hey mom." Nathen said, relived to here his mothers voice. "Hows the place. Hows Pheebe. does she hate me? Does she look better? Have you talked to your therapist yet? Met any cool people?" Nathens mother rambled, it was her sign of showing her worried side. "Breathe mom. Pheebe's fine. She is the same ol' Pheebe. I havnt seen a sign of depression or bipolar but we havnt hung out alot. She snapped at me, not like her, but she'd better than the last time i've seen her." Nathen paused remebering the past two days with Pheebe. "I'm okay. I havnt seen my therapist yet. I see her right after lunch. I met a few people. Nothing exciting to talk about." Nathen said, not wanting to get into a long conversation about the people he met. "Okay hun. I'm proud of you. Call me tonight? I have to go." His mother said and hung up. Nathen hung up when the phone line cut off. "Nice mom." He mumbled.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 6:48 pm
Lysander sat in the therapist chair, rocking back and forth. He had gotten the momentary clarity to arrive to the therapist. They were just finishing up cleaning up their room after something, and let Lysander sit. Once there, he started going off about his medication. He thought he might have said some odd things, because the therapist was looking at him wide-eyed. After a moment the therapist just spoke in that too-sweet tone.
"Are you sure it's the medication? Because-"
Lysander cut her off, eyes bulging. He was literally roaring, making the therapist squeeze themself against the back of their chair.
"IT'S THE BLOODY MEDICATION! FIVE MINUTES AGO I WAS SURE IT WAS 193-BLOODY-2, AND THAT I WAS AN ALIEN HERE TO ASSIMILATE YOU ALL! I NEED THIS BLOODY THING FIXED!"
Lysander immediately began rocking harder, clasping at his head. He could feel himself coming down now, and he needed to focus on it. He wanted to go back to his angry ways, he wanted to be the a*****e. Better to kill someone from overreacting than for thinking you're a reptile and hungry.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:51 am
Sarena wandered the halls with a frown upon her face. She didn't want to go to therapy. They always used mind tricks to make you admit things. An the way they talked made her feel dumb. She'd rather go to a group therapy where she could listen to the others mistakes instead of her own. Speaking of which, her breath was revolting at the moment. Se had just thrown up after all. The model reached into the pocket of her skinny jeans and pulled out a pack of mints, popping them into her mouth. Mmm. Spearmint.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 10:30 am
Lysander was still sitting in the therapist' room, now calming down. His medication was being changed to lower dosages, and he was going to need to take less pills anyhow. Very good. But now he was expected to go through the rest of the psycho-babble BS. Not good. Lysander was scratching at his eye again, ignoring the pain from the black eye.
"So, where do you think your anger stems from?"
"My father..."
"And that's because..."
"Because my father never hugged me. Because my father never gave me that one toy I wanted. I don't know, you're supposed to tell me that, otherwise I wouldn't be here."
The therapist made a grim face at Lysander's sarcasm and wrote some notes down, surely about something else wrong in Lysander's head. The therapist then looked up, eyebrow cocking.
"What about your mother?"
"I love her. She's my mum. And she's not a b***h. What she sees in my father I have no clue..."
The therapist made a few notes, then looked back up.
"Lysander, why don't you ever say the words 'I'm sorry'? Or 'I apologize'?"
"Because I don't say what I don't mean."
The therapist nodded, scratching down more.
"Explain, please."
"I don't feel remorse. Or regret. Or anything else like that. So I'm not saying 'I'm sorry' when I'm incapable of feeling sorry."
The therapist nodded, writing more down. The therapist then told Lysander that they had a great session, and that they'd have to talk again tomorrow. Lysander was told that his new medication was going to be coming soon, within the day, and his old medication would be taken. He simply nodded, stepping out of the chair. It felt great to be sober. Well, compared to that kind of intoxicated. Lysander stepped out of the therapist's room, still feeling a little woozy. He rubbed his eye, snarling at the pain from his shiner. He heard something, so he looked up. He saw a girl, quite attractive, and one that looked familiar. Oh, right, she was a model. He'd seen her in various media. He snarled again, walking by her, muttering something as he walked by. He didn't mean it, but it was still audible to her, considering he was right next to her when he passed by.
"Too bloody skinny..."
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