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 Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 8:13 pm
⇥ An Alexa the White Rose production
⇥ Based on Insanity and Modern Life
⇥ Please do not steal!
⇥ Pictures by Photobucket and Google Images
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 9:53 pm
 Ϩ Ҭ Ѻ Ɍ Ɏ
This asylum was built many years ago in Appleton, Wisonsin. It was here that people who were sought to be "insane" were brought here to be cured of their sick mental illness. Sure it looked nice on the outside, and the employees seemed even nicer, but they had a dark secret.
The asylum is a place not to be cured, but to become worse. In order to get paid more money, the doctors would make their patients sicker by getting inside their head and really make them insane. So insane that some committed suicide, others died from drug overdoses, and others were just killed if they somehow managed to escape. The asylum made millions for the amount of patients that were sent to them. Unfortunately, this asylum is now haunted by the patients who died from the asylum. But it's not just the patients that haunt the asylum, but the old doctors as well.
Our story is about ten teenagers, all assigned to go to Appleton Asylum to be cured of their mental disorder. Some actually have a mental problem but are not what people call 'insane' and some are just fine but were framed to be insane.
Will the teenagers be able to escape from the asylum? Or will the hauntings and mad treatments drive them to the edge of insanity?
You have the keyboard ,so join to find out...
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 9:55 pm
Ɍ Ʉ Ƚ Ɇ Ϩ ⇢⒈ Literacy;; This is an Literate Advanced role play. I don't expect 10 paragraphs a post. 2 at the minimum per post, that means 5-10 sentences per paragraph. This roleplay can be in first or third person.
⇢⒉ Romance;; This is bound to happen, but keep it to the Gaia ToS. There is a line and if crossed I will delete that post. I love passionate scenes, but if the passion leads to something more, take it to the PMs.
⇢⒊ Activity;; You may have up to 2 characters, but don't bite off more than you can chew. If you're not posting regularly, I'll give you a warning. If something comes up and you can't post for a while, let me know. It happens, just give us a heads up so we don't waste time wondering if you're dead. If you don't respond back by my third warning, you will be kicked out of the roleplay and I will have your character replaced.
⇢⒋ Respect;; I am the owner of this roleplay, so I expect that everyone respects me. Respect me and I will respect you back, just don't disrespect me unless you want me to kick your a**. Don't worry though, I don't bite.
⇢⒌ Pictures for Profiles;; Make them real people! No anime! I can't stress that enough! If you want to use a celeb/model, that is alright with me. JUST NO ANIME!
⇢⒍ Post format;; Use size 9 to 11. It doesn't have to be super fancy, but make it pretty. At least a name and a picture. If you're having a hard time with formatting, I'd be happy to make one for you or help you.
⇢⒎ Profiles;; Just send the profiles with me titled the name of the role you want.
⇢⒏ Having Fun;; More than anything I want this roleplay to be one where dedicated roleplayers can have some fun and express their creativeness.
⇢⒐ Ideas;; If anyone has ideas to add drama or interesting twists into the story, don't be afraid to PM me your idea. I love when other roleplayers give me ideas to better the story.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 9:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:05 pm
Ⱦ Ҥ Ɇ • Ⱦ Ɇ Ɇ Ƞ Ϩ ( ❤ ) - - → Ϻiss Ϣhisperer Madison Faith Wright
Eighteen / Female / Dark Red / Heterosexual / Molly Chapman
( ❤ ) - - →xxx Alexa the White Rose
✖ → This is the girl who can surprisingly see ghosts. Yes, she can see and hear them as if they were real people. She's had this ability ever since she nearly died in a terrible accident. The accident had given her a gift, and eventually that gift started haunting her. As she got older, the ghost she saw started scaring her in her sleep. It got to the point where drugs and therapy couldn't help her. So her parents sent her to the Appleton Asylum to have her cured. The doctors at the asylum actually stick her in the one room where the most patients had died. ( ❤ ) - - → Ϻiss Ƀulimia Paige Marie McPhee
Nineteen / Female / #DA3D38 / Straight / Anna W.
( ❤ ) - - →xxx K ii n g --x S h ii z z
✖ → This girl is sweet as can be, but she has the common problem in all self-conscious girls; she can't keep her food down. Yes, this girl was born into a good family, one that loved her unconditionally. However, when she was in high school she got picked on for being overweight, even though she wasn't even that fat. Still, she got into the habit of throwing her food up. When her parents found out they sent her to Appleton, and surprisingly she had cured herself there when she saw how nasty the food was. Still, the doctors would inject her with some kind of drug that would make her ill and throw up, just to keep her there longer. ( ❤ ) - - → Ϻiss Ϻoody Natalia Anna Solomon
Seventeen / Female / Teal / Heteosexual / LonelyPierot ( ❤ ) - - →xxxQueenDenise
✖ → This girl is just plain moody, having a difficult childhood growing up. She isn't bipolar or has multiple personalities, she just has her mood swings like all teenage girls. Sadly though, her father didn't buy it when she said she was fine and ended up taking her to Appleton Asylum himself, even though he too had a terrible drinking problem. So now she is stuck in the asylum where the doctors secretly drug her with a medication that does make her mood swings a lot worse. ( ❤ ) - - → Ϻiss Insomnia Senna Hayleigh Wilkins
Sixteen / Female / pale violet red / Lesbian / Ariel Levitan ( ❤ ) - - →xxx [Your.Sweetest.Nightmare]
✖ → This girl has a terrible problem, the problem being that she can't sleep. She had no problems sleeping as a child, but after witnessing a traumatic event she was scared awake. She was given sleeping pills and medication to make her drowsy, but the second she would fall asleep she would wake up screaming. She was sent to Appleton Asylum but the asylum has done the opposite of what they promised to do to help her. Instead they scare the poor girl to keep her awake. ( ❤ ) - - → Ϻiss Ѻbsessive Ͻomplusive Robin Quinn Lancaster
Seventeen / Female / #50C8D9 / Bisexual / Elsie ( ❤ ) - - →xxx Twisting--Mell
✖ → This girl wasn't born with this disorder, in fact she was the complete opposite. When things were dirty, she didn't care. Unfortunately her grandmother had abused her whenever she didn't do as she was told. It got so bad that the poor girl began to get a**l with everything she did, until the point where the condition got so bad. She would think things that were clean were still dirty, things like that. Well the grandmother got fed up with her and left her at an orphanage. The orphanage ended up sending her to Appleton Asylum when they couldn't handle her. The doctors at the asylum actually give her permanently dirty objects that no matter how hard she cleans, can never be cleaned. Plus they make her clean everything with a toothbrush.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:11 pm
( ❤ ) - - → Ϻister Ϩex Ⱥddict Drew Bennington
20 / Male / Navy / Straight ( ❤ ) - - →xxx Werewolf Liquor
✖ → This guy is just a normal teenager, except for the fact he can't control his hormones. He had raped a total of eight girls in the past, luckily none of them involving drugs. Still, he was arrested for the crime of raping innocent girls and instead of being sent to prison he pleaded that he was insane. That his mind was crazy and kept telling him that he needed to have sex in order to remain sane for a short period of time. The judge bought it and ended up sending him to Appleton Asylum to be cured. The doctors actually kidnap girls just to be this patient's victims. ( ❤ ) - - → Ϻister ɗrug Jace Peter Atwood
Eighteen / Male / #60A384 / Straight / Yelir ( ❤ ) - - →xxx sunshines_rain
✖ → This boy was a good kid who started out clean. Sadly though he lived with his uncle who got into all sorts of drugs, even drugs like crystal meth. Well, the kid had first gotten hooked on smoking cigarettes, eventually he began smoking weed that he would steal from his uncle. Well, the kid ended up going to a party one night with drugs and ended up getting arrested by the cops. The kid was almost put in jail, but his aunt was a lawyer who pleaded that he was insane, that the drugs caused him to lose his mind. So instead of spending years in jail, the kid was sent to Appleton until he was cured. The kid doesn't have that bad of an addition to where he needs the drugs, he just has an oral fixation to where he needs something in his mouth to keep him from losing his mind. The doctors though tempt him by giving him all sorts of drugs like weed and coke. ( ❤ ) - - → Ϻister Ҏyro Bailey Cass Xipli
seventeen / male / orange red / gay / andy sixx ( ❤ ) - - →xxx xxx geekie
✖ → This guy is a fire lover, and he got into starting fires from the boy scouts as a kid. Once he learned, he started setting everything on fire; toys, homework, family valueables, and eventually animals when he was old enough. Although the animal was just a one time thing which was an accident, but none the less it caused problems. The kid was already seeing a therapist, and when the incident came about his therapist agreed that he should go to Appleton to be cured. The doctors there though gives the kid a lighter and some stuff to burn, and when he runs out they usually wait until he starts burning himself before giving him more stuff. ( ❤ ) - - → Ϻister Ϩchizophrenia Pierce Andrew McGovern
Nineteen / Male / #20BF9F / Bisexual / Alin Gavrilas
( ❤ ) - - →xxx [Your.Sweetest.Nightmare]
✖ → This guy is actually Miss Whisperer's older brother who went missing a long time ago after a kidnapping. The kidnapping was so terrible that it left him hearing things. In all actuality, it's not that he is making things up, but he can really hear voices in his head. Yup, like his sister he too can hear the dead. Although he doesn't realize that because he does think he is insane, even though he tries hard to hold onto his sanity. The doctors sometimes mess with his head by speaking to him through a hidden speaker in his bedroom wall, making him think he is hearing the voices again. ( ❤ ) - - → Ϻister Ⱥnti-Ϩocial Elijah Ray Evans
Sixteen / Male / Gold / Bisexual / Oli Malkin ( ❤ ) - - →xxx II N0M0PH0BIC II
✖ → This boy, is just like any other teenage boy. He hates people, and that is only because they backstabbed him many times. He stopped speaking to everyone and because of his attitude his parents got fed up with it. When therapy didn't help him open up he was sent to Appleton, where there the doctors actually abused him to the point when he would scream until he had no voice. The doctors had believed that their tortures had left the boy permanently mute, but really the boy knows so long as he doesn't say a word he won't have the endure the tortures anymore.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:16 pm
ɌѺѺϺϨ Ƀ a s e m e n t:✪ •» Ϻadison WrightӺ i r s t • Ӻ l o o r:1 •» Drew Bennington
3 •» Bailey Xipli
5 •» Natalia Solomon
7 •» Jace AtwoodϨ e c o n d • Ӻ l o o r:9 •» Robin Lancaster
11 •» Senna Wilkins
13 •» Pierce Wright
15 •» Elijah Evans
17 •» Paige McPhee
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 11:01 pm
Those were the last words I remembered hearing from my father as my mother was too upset to say a word, tears in her eyes as the two stood there on the front porch of our house. They just watched as I was escorted into a black car which would be taking me to this hospital that supposed to cure my of my illness.
The drive was long and tiring, but somehow I stayed awake for the whole ride. I couldn't believe my parents were sending me to some hospital because they didn't believe me when I told them I was having these visions. They didn't understand me though, they couldn't really see what I was seeing or feel what I was feeling. As much as I didn't want to believe it when my gift first took effect on me, I soon came to terms and stopped denying the fact that I have the ability to see the dead, the lingering spirits that hid from a normal human's eyes. However, my blue eyes were special now, able to see these spirits as if they were normal humans that blended into society until you see them vanish before your eyes or someone walk right through them.
I remember spending hours in the library and on the internet, looking for any kind of information on paranormal abilities and beings. I had eventually found some information under the topics of ghosts and psychics. Even after reading so many books and searching the internet for information, I eventually found my answer. I was seeing ghosts that were known as 'earthbound spirits', ghost who were stuck in limbo here in the real world, unable to cross over into heaven because apparently they have some kind of unfinished business.
I tried to keep it a secret from my parents and from everybody, including my friends, but the ghosts just made it harder for me. At school they would try and talk to me, which would make me look like a lunatic because I was talking to myself through other people's eyes. That was where my nickname "Mad Maddie" came into play, especially when it became more frequent. I saw the ghosts of cheerleaders, teachers, students who went to my school anywhere between ten to a hundred years ago. I didn't think the ghosts could do anything, but I was wrong. It all happened in gym class, in the school swimming pool. The girls had swimming while the boys were doing basketball, instead of them combining the class so the boys could act like dogs and the girls try and flaunt their bodies at the boys.
Well, the coach allowed free swim, even allowing us to use the diving board. One of the girls in my class named Sarah had jumped off the diving board. However, when she came up for air, she was suddenly pulled underwater. The girls thought it was some kind of prank, since Sarah was known to be a bit of a prankster. Nobody but me could see that Sarah was actually being pulled under by a ghost, a girl who ended up drowning in the pool about ten years ago. Her friend had pushed her in and the girl cramped up, unable to get out of the pool and she ended up drowning. Before anyone could really panic I had dove in and saved Sarah, but even though I saved her she looked at me like a freak. That is what I was in school, a freak.
Then it got worse at home, the ghosts would end up following me home. I can't even remember how many ghosts came into my home. The worst kind of ghosts I had in my house though where the ghosts of perverted men who would rape girls my age. I had absolutely no privacy in my house. They saw me change my clothes and even saw me in the shower. It felt so awkward but eventually I learned how to make them leave. They only took advantage of me because they saw a pretty girl who couldn't stick up for herself. When I started speaking up loudly, they began to back off. However, those ended up concerning my parents.
They took me to a doctor who gave me these little blue pills, which were supposed to help me. They only made me more sick though, making the visions that the ghosts gave me ten times worse. I would toss and turn in my bed until I screamed myself awake, that is if I was lucky. Sometimes I would scream and my parents would have to be the one rushing in to wake me up. When they realized the pills were working and only making me sicker, they tried therapy next.
My therapist, Dr. Whitmore, had asked me so many questions. I couldn't just blurt out that I was able to see ghosts. But eventually I tried to tell that to my parents and they told my therapist. Finally, my therapist recommended that I go to this hospital in Wisconsin, where there they would be able to help me. I really didn't think they could, but I had no say in the matter.
I watched as the car I had been sitting in four hours slowly drove down the dirt road, eventually pulling up in front of this building. From the outside it looked pretty nice, like someone had put a lot of money into it to fix up the outside, but there were still vines crawling up some of the outer walls of the building, but none the less the place looked nice enough.
The car door opened and I slowly walked out of the car, the driver handing me my one suitcase which had only my clothes in it. The day before I was picked up, a man in a suit with glasses had come by and informed me that I was only allowed to bring clothes. No cell phones, iPods, or game systems were allowed. Was he serious? My music was the only thing to keep me sane. Still, he informed my parents and myself that we were free to use the phones at the hospital, that there was a lounge with a radio in it that played music, and that there were only televisions there that we could watch. I didn't agree to having no cell phone, so I managed to sneak in my cell phone by hiding it in my sneaker. I turned and watched as the car drove off, leavning me alone in front of the building.
"Ah, you must be Madison. We've been waiting for you." A voice spoke up.
I turned and looked to see a woman wearing a nurse's uniform, the kind you saw from back in the old days with their mini skirts and little caps, but this uniform was slightly modified. They wore the mini skirts, and a long sleeved jacket with a wrist cuff with the hospital's initials on it. There was no cap, but she had her hair put into a tight bun. Her skin was pale and her lips a bright red from her lipstick. The one thing I noticed at her hip was a small black radio.
"Please, this way." She said, heading into the building.
I slowly followed, not expecting to see what I saw inside. The inside looked dim and gloomy, the walls a dim gray color. There were no pictures and the florescent lights above were dim, some flickering and buzzing. This place looked weird, like there was nothing really to do here.
"Please leave your suitcase here, you won't be needing it." The woman said.
"Won't be needing it?" I repeated, looking at her with a raised brow.
"Yes, you will be wearing the clothes the hospital provides for you." The woman said before telling me to follow her as she directed me to my room.
I was a bit hesitant to leave my stuff, but I did as I was told and followed the woman down a long hallway until she reached a metal door. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of keys, searching through them until she found the one she was looking for and unlocked it, only for me to see a staircase that lead down into the darkness below.
"This way." She said before she started walking down it.
Again I followed rather obediantly, hearing the woman's heels click on the stairs. Finally we reached the bottom and I looked to see another hallways with lots of doors on both sides. Finally she stopped walking when she reached a room labeled F-13, opening it before allowing me to go in first.
Inside there was a single bed with white sheets, the walls made completely of stone with no windows. There was a small sink, a mirror, and a small locker as well. On the bed were some folded up clothes. I walked over and picked them up, examining them closely. They looked like scrubs the nurses used at hospitals, but the pants were short like capris. It was white and had my name sewn on it.
"Every patient gets their own different colored uniform. Please remove your clothes and change into the hospital clothes. When you are done changing I will come back to retrieve your clothes." The woman said.
"What? Why can't I keep it in the locker?" I asked.
"The hospital takes extreme care of their patient's personal belongings." She answered before leaving the room, shutting the door behind herself.
Everything about this place screamed for me to leave. The creepy nurse, the inside of this building, and the weird rooms. I didn't want to take off my clothes, but I knew that the woman would bug me if I didn't. I stripped out of my clothes and put on the scrub-like uniform. They even gave us slippers as well. Crap, that meant she was going to take my shoes as well.
I removed my phone from my sneaker and clipped it to my side on my underwear. Yeah it's a weird place to put your phone, but I wasn't going to hand it over and I wasn't sure if this creepy nurse would check the locker to see if I had stored anything in it.
Once I had the white scrubs on the woman had entered my room before I could tell her I was finished. She took my clothes and thanked me before telling me that I had to follow her once more.
I let out a small sigh before walking out of my room, following the nurse back up the stairs until we were back on the first floor. I couldn't believe I was stuck in a room with no windows or anything. After a few minutes the woman opened one of the double doors, revealing a room with a few couches, a bookshelf, and a television. I entered the room and looked around, spotting the radio the man from yesterday told me about. I turned my head to see the woman disappear, probably to go hide my clothes in storage somewhere, before I went back to examining the room.
I walked over to the radio and turned it on, only to hear nothing. I then looked to see that the power light wasn't on, which made me realize that the radio was broken - lovely. I then moved to the T.V., which only played weird television shows and was mostly static. I let out a sigh before moving to the bookshelf. The books looked old just by looking at the binding of the book. Some were hard covered and some were paperback, and upon opening a few I looked to see that some of them were published in different languages. Most of them were Latin, which I could only make out some of it.
Yeah, I'm a bookworm so I did study some languages. I searched through the books until I found one written in English, but it was just some weird medical book. Still, it was more interesting than the other books.
I sat there on one of the couches and opened the book, flipping through the pages slowly.
God, ten minutes in this place and I was already bored out of my mind.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 1:55 am
 I haven't slept in months, no, years. I look like the walking dead and I'm scared to look at myself in the mirror to see if I've gotten any worse. The dark circles under my eyes can tell of my countless sleepless nights. Ever since that night...I haven't been able to get more than five minutes of sleep. Every time I close my eyes I see him coming for me with that murderous lust in his eyes and the long knife shining in his hand. I know he wants to rape and kill me like he did to my young cousin all those years ago.
My parents used to think our neighborhood was safe. Everyone knew everyone and the lawns were all green and mowed to perfection. The houses were nicely painted and everyone had the desired two children, one rambunctious boy and a cute little girl. The perfect families living on the perfect street. My cousin and I were just walking when a man came up to us asking if we could help him look for his dog. He even had the little pink leash with a collar hanging from it. We were too young. We were stupid. We ended up in an alley, cowering in utter terror in the corner as the man undid his pants.
He went after Katie first. She was cute, blonde and bubbly. Always laughing and always making sure everyone was smiling. The only time I had ever seen her so sad was when her puppy got hit by a car. I watched with wide eyes as the man cut into her pale skin with the sharp blade of the knife, drew on her with her blood and then did those horrible things to her causing her to scream like nothing I had ever heard before. I sat there with my knees pulled to my chest, pressing hands over my ears as hard as I could. But nothing could drown out the sound of her screams.
I remember his eyes the most. He had the same eyes as a shark, blank and emotionless and dark. The only light that flickered behind was when he was murdering Katie. There was a sick sort of joy in them and that was almost as terrifying as the scene playing out in front of me. Then he turned those eyes on me and my heart stopped cold. At least I thought it did. He grabbed onto my arm and yanked me forward, making me trip over the body on the ground. My clothes were removed, all that was stopping him were my pink polka dots underwear. Suddenly, a light appeared on his face and he let go of my and hopped the chain link fence that cut the alley in two. Another man took off his coat and wrapped it around me before he took me away from the grizzly scene.
That man was my savior. He turned out to be an undercover cop who had been watching the man for some time now. Why it took him so long to rescue me I'll never know. I asked myself a hundred times why couldn't he have gotten there sooner. He could have saved us both and caught the bad guy. After that, my parents sent me to a therapist because I couldn't sleep, couldn't be left alone in a dark room. In every shadow I saw him, waiting until the time was right and I was vulnerable. Finally after months of screaming in the middle of the night my parents decided I needed full time care they couldn't provide and sent me to Appleton Asylum.
I'm sitting in the car with my suitcase hugged tightly to my chest. All I have in the world is in this suitcase and I swear it will not leave my sight. As we pull up to the old building, I see another car leaving and a girl with red hair being led inside. Another nurse comes out of the white metal doors and waits for me to get out of the car. No, I don't think I want to. I think I want to go home and hide in my own room, drawing my pictures and listening to my music. Instead, the car door opens and I step out into the sun. My hair is dirty from my nights of unending nightmares and the tossing and turning that accompanies them. Turning my green eyes onto the nurse, she offers me a plastic smile. "Miss Senna Wilkins? We've been expecting you," she says as she ushers me inside. Her uniform is old fashioned but then again, so is the asylum.
Everything inside is shades of white or gray. I prefer black and red personally. The nurse turns a corner and leads me up two flights of stairs. It's obvious this place is too old to be modernized with an elevator. The second room on the left is mine. Not surprisingly, in the white building there is a white hallway and in the white hallway there is a white door which hides a white room. The room is small compared to my old one. There is only room for a small bed and a tiny window that overlooks the front lawns. "Please change into the clothes on your bed. I will be back to collect your things." I turn toward her and shake my head. "I was told I could keep them so...I'd like them to stay with me." The nurse gave me another smile. "Rest assured your things will be well taken care of." I didn't believe her but gave her my suitcase and changed out of my clothes once she left the room. The uniform given to me is a light purple color. At least it's not something disgusting like yellow. I did not want to be a walking banana during my stay.
Handing my clothes to the nurse, she escorted me to a common room that was about as exciting as the inside of a school bus. I turned to ask her a question but she was already gone and my things went with her. There's not much in this room, just a big open space with a few pieces of furniture, a tv and a bookcase. How utterly entertaining. I walked to the center of the room to survey anything I might have missed. Also because I thought I heard something moving around behind me. My eyes landed on the same girl as before, a book laying open in her lap. I don't really want to talk to her but I can't be left to my own imagination. It's a scary place in there. I walk over to her and tuck a piece of hair behind my. It just falls back into my line of sight. Totally pointless. "Hi, I'm Senna." My name was the only good thing my father ever gave to me. Otherwise, he was too busy ignoring my achievements and awards to care. He didn't care until he couldn't control my outbursts anymore and then he talked my mom into leaving in a strange and scary place. This is only exacerbating my problem.
๓เรร ☆ เภร๏๓ภเค
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 3:11 am
 I wish I could turn them off. I wish I could escape them. I am only one person but inside my head, it is very crowded in here. The voices in my head beg me for help, threaten my life, whisper unintelligible things. Truly, I belong in a place like this. Of course, I wasn't always certifiably insane. When I was little, a man came in through my window and said we were going to play hide and seek from my parents. Next thing I knew, I was in the basement of a house being beaten with a two by four if I even so much as opened my mouth or moved an inch. It would have been traumatic for anyone but it was the only thing I knew.
I can't remember anything of my life before being taken from my home except that I had a beagle named Toby who used to sleep under my bed. I had forgotten my family and even what school I went to. My kidnapper let his wife teach me things if I behaved although he continued to beat me as often as a normal parents would say 'I love you, son'. But what was normal anymore? As time went on, I noticed I heard people talking when no one was around. I thought maybe my family left the tv on upstairs. How I yearned to go upstairs and see the worled through big windows instead of from behind bars. Strangely enough when I was sixteen, he took me upstairs and said I could leave. Just like that, I was free to go.
Why would he go to the trouble of brainwashing me just to let me go? He made me think of him and his wife as my family and that was the only thing I knew for sure. After I left, I didn't know where to go or what was out there. I just wanted to go back to that dark basement that I had grown up in. I was homeless for a while but then I started noticing that I was hearing voices from people who weren't there. People were calling my name and telling me to do things but I couldn't find where the voices were coming from. For three years, I tried to ignore the voices, to drown them out with loud noise. Nothing worked, they just became more persistent.
I thought maybe if I got far enough away from town, the voices would fade with it. No luck there either. Then I found Appleton and I thought my prayers were answered. They took me in without question and gave me pills to help but it's only gotten worse. I can hear them when I'm trying to sleep. It sounds like they are in the walls, under the bed, everywhere. No place is quiet. It would drive me insane if I wasn't already. I have been here three days and the doctors are planning on putting me on stronger meds.
I stare out my little window and watch the cars bringing new patients to the asylum. They look afraid. Perhaps they can see me looking down at them from the second floor. Perhaps I'm the insane murderer or the one who thinks he's a bird. No, I can just hear the dead, but then again, I'm crazy. Even now, there's a voice talking to me. I shake my head and get up from my uncomfortable mattress. My outfit is pale green. It's not my favorite color but it what I am required to wear in this place.
Leaving my room, I drag my hands along the wall until I get to the common room. This is were they first brought me after showing me to my new home so this is where I knew the people would be. Obscene opinions about the girls flah in my head and I can't help but cry out. "Agh, shut up! Leave me alone!" The room is quiet. I look up to see the girls giving me strange looks. It's something I'm used to. Sighing, I scratched the back of my head, a sign of my nervousness and walk over to the girls. I'm not sure they will talk to me or if they will even look at me. They might just get up and leave and I wouldn't blame them. Who wants to be stuck in a room with a guy who talks to himself. "I don't want to hear about it!" he groaned stomping his foot. "Uh, I'm Pierce." The red head was definitely his fav. Well, wait. They both had red hair. The brighter red head. The darker haired girl looked like she seriously needed a nap. He doubted she would find one here with all the talking constantly going on. xx xx
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 3:27 am
Not long after the girl had greeted me, I saw the door open and a boy come walking in. He screamed though, and for a second I managed to hear voices talking about me and Senna. Was the boy able to hear them? Or was there something else wrong with him? He stomped his foot before introducing himself as Pierce. "I'm Madison, pleasure to meet you." I said with a smile. He was rather handsome, and part of me wondered what was wrong with him that he would be here.
I turned to go put my book back, when suddenly I stopped and jumped back a little when I almost ran into somebody. I ended up dropping the book and I stood there looking at the woman standing in front of me. Her hair was long and shaggy, like she had stopped taking care of it. She was one of those paper gowns you see patients wear when at the hospital. On her arms were old scars and bandages.
"Get out! Get out while you can!" She said before she disappeared.
I stood there trying to think about what the ghost had said. Was she a former patient here? She had to be or else why would she even be here in the first place? I knew this place was creepy, but now I had ghosts to deal with now. God, I just wanted to look sane enough to where I can go home already.
I bent down and picked up the book, letting out a sigh before I walked over and placed it back on the shelf.
Jason seemed nice, but I wondered if it was possible to befriend some people who were also considered freaks or insane like me. It would be nice to have friends for once in my life.
"Oh my god, there she goes again talking to herself! What a weirdo!"
"Well what else do you expect from Mad Maddie? She is a freak after all!"
I could still hear thier voices, calling me a freak and chanting it in the classroom or in the halls, it haunted me worse than the ghosts themselves. I had to admit, I'm not a fan of my gift, but I know I was given it for some reason. Many people have been in near death accidents before, some developing a fear of whatever caused the accident or some just feel like they have to cherish every moment they have while they are alive.
I was different though. I was given a strange gift after nearly dying in that car accident. Did some higher power believe it to be entertaining or funny for a teenage girl to be mocked and ridiculed because this gift was out of her own control? I for one didn't find it funny.
However, I knew that I was able to do something for these ghosts. I remember the first ghost who actually thanked me. It was a little boy, he had died after falling in the stream near the park. He had hit his head and drowned. He was upset because he thought his mother was mad at him after the many times she told him not to play near the stream. I had told the boy that his mother wasn't angry, especially when I learned the little boy was the son of one of my mother's friends. I had asked her about her son, and sure she cried but she told me it wasn't her son's fault, that it was her fault for not watching him better. She knew her son loved to explore and wander off, so it was only natural for a child his age to be excited when playing near a stream.
The little boy had thanked me for cheering him up, and I remember watching his disappear. Normally when a ghost disappears, you never feel anything. But when I watched the little boy, he told me there was a light and that he could see his grandpa standing there waiting for him. I guess that's when I learn how ghosts cross over into heaven.
I stood there partially dazed and lost in thought, wondering if there was a way I could help any ghosts that were lurking here in this place.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 9:41 am
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Baily Xipil sat back in the wooden chair , his arms extended in front of him hooked to the table, he was known to be a runner and after what he did. There was no slap on the wrist Baily needed professional help before he hurt someone or even himself. Of course the raven haired seventeen year old believed himself to be completely harmless. He never meant to hurt anything what had happened to that dog had been an accident. Bailey had checked the building and there had been no sign that the dog was in there. He was sorry but there was nothing he could do about it and the next time he would be more careful. End of story. "All raise for the honorable Judge Dorian Gray" The bailiffs booming voice called out. Bailey scooted back the chair as much as he could and stood hunched over slightly watching the older graying man take his place in front of court and their eyes met. "Everyone please be seated and get this over with" the judge said with a sigh lowering to his seat as the rest of the people did. Instantly he began to rustle through the files and papers in front of him. Judge Dorian came to a stop and stared at a piece of paper, Baily shifted uncomfortably in the seat the handcuffs dug into his wrists painfully and the room fell into an uncomfortable silence all around him. "Mr. Xipil?" he asked mispronouncing Baileys name but the raven remained silent not even bothering to correct him. "Here's the deal boy and you better then closely. One screw up and I will lock you up with the big dogs you understand me?" the dislike towards Bailey was loud and clear only making him smirk.The judges face didn't alter for a second, not at least until Bailey figured out that it wasn't a joke.
"I'm listening" if this would keep him out of the hole, Bailey would do the best that he could. "Your therapist believes that it would be in your best interest to be enrolled into the Appleton Asylum to cure you of this illness." Bailey's gaze turned into a glare he wasn't ill; what was so wrong about wanting to watch as the flames flicked and danced together? It was beautiful and yet he was the only one that seemed to think so. They have no idea what they are missing he mused to himself. 'Once you are cured and you behaved during your stay you will be free to go. Court is adjourned get him the hell out of here" the judge stood quickly taking one last look at Bailey. The raven haired male was still glaring at him sending off the vibe that he wanted to burn him next but he wasn't meaning to, he was stunned by this and was waiting for the judge to say that he was joking but it never came. The jangling of keys came from beside him. One of the guards was releasing him while the other held on to his arm. The handcuffs were removed from his wrists and he was pulled to his feet, they brought his arms behind him and re-cuffed him to be safe and pulled him down hallway through the courthouse, camera's flashed in Bailey's eyes. Questions screamed at him from every where but he had remained silent, it was none of the public's business what was going to happen to him or even what he had done.
The door to the back of the cruiser was opened, the guard placed his hand on Bailey' head and another on his shoulder pushing him down and into the cruiser slamming the door once the raven haired pyro was sitting down in the back. Watching him walk off Bailey moved his hands down slowly going under his bottom and around his legs bringing his hands out in front of him and laid them on his lap. It took a while for the cop that would be his chauffeur to get into the drivers seat buckle up his seat belt and start the engine. " We will make a stop at your house. Your mom is waiting for us to swing by and pick up your stuff" the officer informed Bailey who had clenched his jaw at the very mention of him going home. It wasn't like Bailey had a bad home but his family also was not the type of people you wanted to have mad at you and this was not the first time Bailey would be showing up in a police cruiser but this would be the first time that he would be left to stay with his family, with his father would would be embarrassed by Bailey and his actions. Their reputation was of course far more important if Bailey was in trouble it was his own damn fault and he would deal with the punishment that he deserved. It took six hours of traffic to get to Bailey's house were the butler was the one that had been waiting on the cruiser with the seventeen year old's bags beside him.
As they loaded the car Bailey stared at Xipil manor. Father was most likely in his study burying himself in paper work or figuring out a plan that would save his reputation. Mother would be in the living room listening to her music and drowning her sorrows with the booze. The trunk slammed shut and he could hear the crunching of gravel as Hile moved back to the manor and the officer approached the drivers seat. Bailey looked out at Hile raising his hand the butler turned his head and shook it. Bailey dropped his hands to his lap and growled lowly. The glare he was giving Hile did not break until they were completely out of the driveway and back onto the streets. Bailey leaned back in the seat and slouched down turning his head to watch as the world passed by him. Half way through the trip Bailey leaned against the door closing his eyes and drifted off into the dream world. "Wake up Xipil, we are here" the pig called back to him when the engine died and he removed his seat belt as Bailey's eyes drifted open and he groaned yawning widely.The officer fetched him from the backseat as a few of the staff members retrieved Bailey's bags from the trunk.
Sliding out of the back of the cruiser Bailey looked unpleasantly up at the building, he didn't belong here he wasn't crazy he just loved fire there was nothing wrong with that. The building was large from just the outside making Bailey more unnerved in his situation, it didn't matter where he went he hated being locked up in hellholes like these, they would take away his zippo, his flames. He hated it when they took his zippo away he felt so strange not having it in his hands right then flicking open nd closed repeatedly which would help him settle the butterflies swarming in his gut. "Checking in a Mr. Bailey Xipil" the officer said once they were in front of the front desk, the receptionist looked up from her computer and strait at Bailey. "Empty your pockets onto the desk please" she said in a friendly tone offering Bailey smile that was meant to sweeten things but only disgusted him. Females were not as attractive as they thought they were. The handcuffs were released from his wrists and Bailey slid is hands into his pocket sliding his thumb over the zippo collection inside and pulled them out laying them down.
"Pick one to keep on you and only one" Bailey stared at her for a few minutes in shock than shook his head and reached out grabbing his favorite slender silver zippo automatically flicking it open and snapping it closed in a swift smooth motion of his wrist. "Please escort Mr. Xipil to his room" The receptionist said once the paperwork had been filled out and a nurse approached him motioning him to follow her through the door that she had opened. Bailey followed after the nurse through the doors into a wide white room and to the stairs with a few men close behind carrying his bags that had been searched at the front desk. Once in the small white padded room equipped with a bed, dresser, and small bathroom the men sat his bags down on the floor and they left him to unpack his things after informing him of the uniform and took the bags with his own clothes out the door. It had been a waist of time to get them but that made things amusing. After changing he let the nurse take the clothes he had came in with on and left the room, he had remembered seeing a few people in the first room he had walked through and decided to go check them out.
Entering the room Bailey continued to flick his zippo open and close at his side as he looked at the three others that were gathered there and headed to a couch sitting down flicking the lighter to life and turning it over in his hand watching the flames flicker in front of his eyes.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 1:32 pm
N a t a l i a SOLOMON  Her emotions were taking a joy ride on the roller coaster of her mind. This didn't feel normal. Natalia remembered her arrival here. The vacant smell of alcohol still lingered and burned her nose. Her father, possibly half drunk, when he left her to rot in this rotting hell, had said no good byes, or anything. He grunted! Like a caveman, the stupid jar-headed man grunted. Natalia felt her sobs grow, sticking what seemed to be the size of a tennis ball, of tears in her throat. She didn't feel like crying, but everything was taking over. Everything. The moment the moody girl had stepped into this haunted coo-coo house, the only emotion that registered was sadness, fear, and bitter rage. Sometimes, Natalia believed she didn't feel the emotions for herself, but rather for other people. Every time she was at home before this day, she felt her father's depression of the absent of her mother. She wanted to help him, to tell him it was alright. But the man had a temper of fire. Hot and burning. He would always lash out at Natalia, because she resembled her mother so much, and he hated to see her cry, so he hit her until she was mute sometimes. But these were on bad days. Other then that, he was particularly happy, but the guy was content in his leather recliner sipping on his happy hour beers. For once she would like to know the feeling of happiness.
Believe it or not, she used to be a happy child. When her mother was still alive of course. After that, she wept or screamed for everything. Sometimes she would be strangely elated if a guy—in some rare miracle case—would ask for her number, and by the end of the day, she was so overwhelmed with worry that the guy would turn her down the following day, that it always seemed to happen. Her father didn't help, telling her to 'Shut up' and stop being so 'Sensitive'. What was wrong with sensitive?! At least it was better then the bitter, old grump that he was all the time.
Natalia grew to hate her father, and alcohol, and her mother, and just about everything. She never resorted to cutting herself, however emotional she was. Simply because she was too afraid of a blade against her skin, it was too close to death. One slip and it was all over. Even though she hated her raging emotions, she was disturbed by the thought of losing precious life, whether it was crazy or not.
The raven haired girl believed that if she could just simply find someone to love her, then it wouldn't be so difficult to be happy. However, she was never satisfied. After the death of her mom, the whole family seemed to fall away, and then it was just her and her dad. She had little friendship and always ate alone at school because people thought she was unfriendly by her sour moods. Natalia can't say she didn't try to be happy, but it was like the world was set out on making her unhappy.
When she arrived to the Appleton Insane Asylum they had pretty much stripped her of her dignity. She had nothing that reminded her of home except the scars left of her dad's beatings. Which the nurses seemed to happily expose through this thin uniform they surplied her with. She registered the name tag above her chest.
"Can I be something...someone else...please..."
The tears had stopped falling by now, and now the world was silent. But only for a split second. She had heard voices her earlier. People. There were people here. She wasn't anti-social, but she didn't want to communicate too much, she just wanted to see who else had been wrongfully put in this nut factory with scary nurses that wore too much make up and loony doctors that smiled the same one of the devil.
She exited her bunker and began to skillfully lurk, something she acquired after being shunned by every being in her life. "H-hello? She called out, afraid to see who answered. Her emotions switched to curiosity and anger. Were those of the people standing in this lobby? Her pulse raged, but she tried containing it with as much as she could. Queen DENISE
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 3:54 pm
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An asylum couldn't possibly be any worse than prison. At least, this is what Drew had told himself over and over and over again as he sat in the back of the police cruiser patiently, staring out the window as the world passed by. There weren't any pretty women in prison. There were...options in prison, but not the real deal. Drew doubted that no matter how bad he needed it, he could just not ever touch a man. A good fist fight, yes, but not that. Never that with another man. The thought made him want to hurl in the back of the car. Actually, that might be amusing. He smirked devilishly as he wondered if the police officer escorting him had a weak stomach. Being the resentful sort, Drew was not the least bit pleased to be locked up all the damn time. He was powerful, passionate, and intense by nature, not something captivity could easily quell. Not to mention the extraordinary amounts of testosterone pumping through his system. It caused him to be easily angered and easily aroused, two very dangerous things when combined.
That's why he was here though, wasn't it? He just couldn't seem to control himself. If he wasn't getting in to fights, then he was drinking at parties and taking advantage of any girl he could find who was trashed out of her good senses. All he did was show them a good time, why call it rape? ******** sluts should know better. Drew couldn't help it that he was a magnetic character with a charming smile, who could lie his way into anyone's pants. He could excite any girl, or woman for that matter. He wasn't picky, and cougars are only looking for some love, too. There was something about him, maybe some pheromone he gave off, or the way he'll hang around on the sidelines, almost as if he were stalking prey, but women were always drawn to him, even if he wasn't necessarily hunting them down in the first place. That natural allure had only worsened his so-called 'condition'. Kind of hard to quit having sex when women are throwing themselves at you. Not that he was complaining.
When the cruiser pulled around to the front of the asylum, Drew was promptly yanked out of the vehicle and dragged up to the front doors. There was no one waiting to greet the officer and the young man, whose wrists were bound together by cuffs. Inside it was dull and grim and no better than the damn jail cell he had just got out of. Then a woman appeared in front of them, obviously one of the nurses, who Drew looked up and down with little interest.
"Oh! Is this Drew then? Please, bring him this way," she chimed, turning on heel and walking down the hall.
The officer gave Drew a good shove, who chuckled sourly in return, shaking his head. The whole reason Drew was in cuffs was because they knew damn good and well that Drew would not hesitate to punch the cop in the face and make a run for it. Or at least punch the cop in the face, just for laughs. He paid attention to where they were going, which hadn't been far. On the first floor corridor he was in the first room. How lovely, front row seats just for Drew. He smirked as the nurse held the door open and the officer gave him another shove inside the room.
"You know the routine," the officer said gruffly, staring at Drew with stern impatience.
He knew. Drew turned around so his back was to the officer. The officer removed the cuffs and Drew sighed, rubbing at his wrists. "Your new clothes are sitting on the bed. Please change quickly and inform me when you are done," the nurse spoke up before the officer closed the door.
Drew's eyes immediately darted to the bed. There were dark blue scrubs folded on the bed. He looked around the rest of the small room as he unzipped the prison jumpsuit he had been wearing, which was the only thing he had on him; everything else had been taken during his detainment. He tossed that aside and quickly changed into the scrubs, which allowed for more freedom of movement than that damned jumpsuit. He frowned at his environment, but knew it was better than prison, which was something he just had to tell himself once again. "Yo, woman, I'm done!" he called, and the door opened. The officer waved for Drew to hold up his hands. With a roll of his eyes Drew obeyed, holding up his hands as cuffs were once again slapped on him. Only then did the nurse enter and take the jumpsuit. She headed out of the room and the officer escorted Drew out once more. He was getting really sick of this guy shoving him all of the time.
They headed back down the corridor to a set of double doors, which the nurse opened for the officer. Now this was going to be fun. Drew smirked as he saw the people already gathered in this little lobby, eyes especially locked on the two girls, one a red-head, the other auburn. There were also two guys there, both with black hair. One of them seemed cool enough, but the other, the one flicking a lighting, that was the type Drew knew he'd like to bash his face into a wall. He held that wolfish smile as the officer removed the cuffs for the final time, the nurse having already left. The officer leaned over to Drew, speaking harshly in his ear. "You better behave yourself or I'll be back. I don't buy this insanity s**t anyway, you punk."
With incentive, Drew deliberately spat on the man's shoe. "Oh, I'm sure I'll be seeing you around either way, officer," he responded, staring down the man with a dark glare. He knew the officer was resisting the urge to fight with him, but he had to. He turned and stormed out of the building. Feeling rather smug about himself at the moment, Drew lifted his arms over his head and stretched them out until hit elbows popped. Satisfied after having his arms stuck behind his back all day, Drew sauntered over to where the raven-haired boy and the auburn-haired girl stood. The red-head seemed sort of dazed and off in her own world at the moment. He gave them a small wave. They seemed younger than himself. Not that it bothered him any. "Hello, kiddies. Name's Drew," he started. From the corner of his eye he could see some other chick stalking around. She was hot, he had to admit. At least there was some good meat around this place and he wouldn't have to stare at white walls all day.
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