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 Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 2:35 pm
"...gazing down the checkered hallway, lights flicker overhead and screams of the mentally ill reverberate off of the walls as well as the laughs of the guards. The floors and walls are smudged with blood and dirt. What sort of hell is this place?"
The time is 1867 and a fifty miles outside of York, England lies Lavender Hill Asylum where the worst of Englands mentally insane are shipped off to. Now, a group of patients are determined to leave before they lose thier lives. You see, the doctors and guards are just as crazy (if not more) as the patients and often torture and beat them for fun. Can they ban together and escape the hell they've been condemed to by society?
this was an old Rp of mine that died so I'm bringing it back.
RULES!
~ cuss at a minimum.
~ romance is ok but keep it pg13
~ Keep to the times
~ No godmodding or autokills
~ Please PM profiles to me.
~ Title pm's insanity at its best
~ BE ACTIVE
~ Be literate
~ Be realistic (No massive bloodbaths every page and don't expect the escape to happen in the first ten pages.)
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For Patients: (Note! please fill out the profile as a doctor would!)
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For Doctors and Guards:
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 2:36 pm
PROFILES!
Patients:
Name: Ophelia marie Aurel
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 115 ibs
Appearance: Long mahogony brown hair, blue eyes and pale skin. Has many scars all over body
Brief History: Came from a respectable family. Parents commited her at the age of thirteen for violent fits and shouting nonsensical things at other family members.
Diagnosis: Severe Schizophrenia
Date commited: feburary 17, 1862
Signs of improvement: none.
Name:Gregory Williams
Age:17
Sex:Male
Height:5'11
Weight:140 lbs.
Appearance:Medium length black hair,black eyes,scars all over his chest and neck
Brief History:Gregory lived in the small town of Lavender Hill,down the street from the Asylum,where he met many insane people,with whom he got along very well with.His parents admitted him into the Asylum after they found out he had murdered several young children,refusing to believe that it had not been him,but Bradly Micheals,a person nobody knew but him.
Diagnosis:Mania Disorder and Borderline Personality disorder
Date commited:January 18,1865
Signs of improvement:None
Name: Emily Thompson
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Appearance: Her eyes are a coal black, matching her tangled mess of black hair. She appears to be pale all the time, with dark circles under her eyes from insomnia.
Brief History: She comes from a fairly wealthy family, and well known to all. In everyones knowledge, she never was known to love the outdoors. She treats life like a Hell, and cares not for others. Her talking is fairly subdued, and has a wispy, seductive air to it. Yet, she is never understood, often talking about something completely randomized. When others are in pain, including herself, she seems to enjoy it, laughing all the while.
Diagnosis: Severe Mental Disorder + Insomnia
Date commited: December 16, 1859
Signs of improvement: None.
Name: Alice Solden
Age: 16
Sex: female
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 110 lbs
Appearance: long black hair,pale skin,dark brown eyes,dark shadows under her eyes,scratches,cuts and bruises spread throughout her body.
Brief History: Alice was born to a wealthy family.When Alice was 12 she started playing with fire.She set her dollhouse on fire,and she cheered as it burned to the ground.Her parents thought it was just a phase but Alice continued to start fires on inanimate objects.When she was 15,girls started to call her a witch for what she liked doing.One of the girls crossed the line and pushed Alice into one of her fires.So the next night Alice set the girl's house on fire and the girl died.Her parents had her commited into the asylum.
Diagnosis: pyromania
Date commited: January 6,1863
Signs of improvement:none
Username: ThEndOfHeartache927
Name: Lawson Atkins
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Height: 5'9
Weight: 145
Appearance: Lawson is of average build, if not a little shorter than most. His dirty blonde hair has grown out into a ragged mess, constantly falling into his dazzling blue eyes. Malnutrition has kept him thin, but he has managed to keep himself relatively muscular. His cheekbones are almost too prominent because of the lack of necessary protiens, his eyes slightly sunken. However, these minor details do not keep him from being attractive.
Brief History: At the age of 16, Lawson ran away from home, and managed on the streets, wandering from place to place, getting decent food and shelter where he could. His parents had shunned him - and offened beat him - because he would not stop talking to himself, and he would never be seen without multiple matchbooks at a time. They also noticed he was never the same person all day. They believed him to be possessed, and, in the midst of a beating, Lawson ran away. Until he stumbled upon the institution....
Diagnosis: Schizophrenia/pyromania/Dissociative Identity Disorder (D.I.D.)
Date commited: 9/27/1864
Signs of improvement: D.I.D. seems to be slightly receding, but it is not very noticeable.
Doctors:
Name:Torval Sameroth
Age:21
Sex:M
Height:5'10
Weight:127 lbs
Appearance:Torval is tall and thin. he has brown hair and grey eyes. He wears large glasses. Without them, and he cannot see more than a foot in front of his face.
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Torval has spent the last three years trying to find what specifically causes insanity, and whether it can be cured. He allows himself to treat his patients inhumanely by convincing himself that they are mere animals, and that he is actually helping them. Recently, he has begun questioning his employer's motives.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 2:46 pm
Currently, Ophelia sat in the corner of her cell, her deep blue eyes wide with fear as she stared at a black figure in the opposite corner. Ophelia was once a beautiful girl but it was difficult for one to see that now as many white scars riddled her body from trips to the surgeon. She looked like a porcelain doll that someone had broken and then cruedly glued back together.
It was free time, the time when the guards let the patients out for “fresh air”. Of course here that meant being thrown into the bitter cold, naked, to run around on leashes. Ophelia had not gone, she had not even ate the cold bowl of gruel that sat by the cell door, she had merely sat, trembling, waiting for the wretched creature to make a move.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 2:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 4:36 pm
Gregory woke up in his cell,"Another day,another scar..." he murmered.He looked out the bars of the door and saw Ophelia's cell down the hall,"Ophelia?Are you alright?You're usually whimpering and crying about this time."
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 6:31 pm
Ophelia’s body shook violently and her brow was drenched in cold sweat. The creature took a step toward her with its long lanky legs and she screamed as loud as she could, beating her fists on the concrete wall behind her. A long pointed tongue rolled down from behind its teeth and whipped around, slinging the blood that rolled off of it.
"You go away! Leave me alone!" She yelled at it.
Ophelia began to sob and scream quite loudly and her hands were becoming scratched to the point of bleeding from the rough surface of the concrete.
"Gregory!" She screamed. "Please make it stop! Make it go away!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 6:35 pm
Gregory laughed,"How I wish I could Ophelia,how I wish I could." Bradly sat against the wall humming to Ophelia's screams.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 3:26 am
The darkling, if you will, bent down to Ophelia and ran its ghastly long tongue along her cheek. Ophelia shrieked and began beating her own head against the concrete, in hopes that she’d kill herself before the thing devoured her.
Two guards stood outside of Ophelia’s cell laughing. Though either of these men could have stepped in at anytime it was much more entertaining to watch this frail woman beat herself to death.
“We better get her, the surgeon wants her.” The first guard said in a gruff voice after he finally willed himself to stop laughing. The second guard nodded and unlocked the cell.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 7:13 am
A loud, menacing laugh came from a close by cell.
"I like it when she's screaming.." A voice said, as her face came into view. Emily was smiling roughly, staring at the wall across from her cell, no where near Ophelia.
"Don't go, kitty. The bad, evil, doggy wants to bite." She said, whipping her head to stare hardly at Ophelia.
Her piercing black eyes then softened, and she started humming. She layed down in her cell, staring up at the ceiling.
"I can see the stars tonight.." She said, thought there were no trace of the stars.
"I've named them, but I can't... can't.. tell which one's... gregory." She stuttered, putting her hands to her head. She stood up and leaning against the cell door, staring at some spot on the floor.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 7:13 pm
Ophelia screamed and kicked as the guards dragged her through the halls.
"Let me, GO!" She yelled as she thrashed about, trying to free herself. When the guards didnt let go she bit into the one holding her left arms hand. The guard yelped and let go. She wiggled out of the other ones grasp and took off running but they were close behind her. The heavy footsteps of the guards echoed of the halls but Ophelia was hardly heard as she ran barefooted. She began to laugh, thinking she might actually get away when the guards tackled her to the floor.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 7:52 pm
Bradly heard Emily say "Gregory" and shook his head laughing,"I'm terribly sorry but Gregory is not here right now.He may be back tomorrow,or not." he said.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 7:58 pm
Emily smiled, then closed her eyes. She swayed while standing up, looking like she was about to pass out.
"Which button is humming now, dear?" Emily said. Really, she was asking who was speaking, but of course, it came out as nonsense.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 10:48 pm
Bradly smiled,"Bradly Micheals is my name Miss,may I ask what your's is?" he asked.He enjoyed this conversation,being the "crazy part" of Gregory he liked people who spoke interestingly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 5:15 am
Ophelia bit and kicked until she once again got free and took off running down the dark corridors. She flew down the stairs, so fast she almost tripped until her path was halted by her curiosity of a very large metal door. Ophelia grabbed the handle and pulled and the heavy door creaked open, but what she saw made her freeze. She quickly turned away and started screaming. Then she saw a Darklings hand wrap around her ankle and screamed even louder. The guards ran up, pulled out thier batons and hit Ophelia on the head, knocking her unconscious and dragged her, in peace, to the surgeons room.
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