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Story
You've all heard stories of bogeymen and monsters and fairies. Who would have guessed they actually exist? All mythical races are born of either dreams or nightmares. Can you guess which ones are bad? They are all called the Fae. They're born in the land of Parthelone, but only live there until they reach the age of seven. Most of the children are put into adoption homes, Glamour (a disguise, of sorts) protecting their true identity. When the children come of age, they leave whatever home they ended up in and must face the world on their own. Only a chosen few can see the Fae for what they really are, and they are part of the Lockewood Hospital. The Doctors and Nurses, as the chosen ones prefer to call themselves, hunt the 'unnatural and deformed', the Fae, and take them back to the Hospital to either kill them or run tests. Sometimes, regular humans wander into the Hospital, where Glamour is stripped from the Fae, and the humans are slaughtered in cold blood by either employees or patients. They are strictly forbidden from Hospital grounds.

Setting
In the city of Seattle, a series of large and misused buildings along the ocean. Everyone believes the Hospital is just a place of residence for bums and vagabonds.

Welcome to Lockewood Hospital
Yay! Roleplay! Just like every other roleplay you have (hopefully) been in, we must follow rules. Sad, isn't it? I know, but these are very important to keep order. I claim the right to change and/or add rules as I see fit.
1. Don't you DARE godmod or you will be in big trouble.
2. Cussing is allowed, but don't overdue it.
3. Romance is allowed, if not encouraged.
4. Try to be active. Please? People don't like to wait for just one person to resume the roleplay.
5. Try to be literate, no txt tlk lyke tis, and post more than one sentence. I couldn't care less if it's only two sentences, but I better not see any one-liners. SPELL CORRECTLY. Use google if you are unsure of spelling.
6. Use " " for talking, no * * for actions, or you will get warned. Two warnings will result in a ban from this roleplay.
7. Don't quote any posts. It just stretches the page, and nobody likes that. Right?
8. THIRD FREAKIN' PERSON. I can't push that enough. The only thing that will ever be in first persone are the character skeletons.
9. POST POST POST!!!!

Profile Instruction
Post the profiles here, and I'll put a link to whatever page your profile is on.
Character skeleton will be in the next post, alrighty?

Just a Few More Things!
Only a few people will be able to roleplay here! The most people I will accept is going to be about five, six if I'm in a good mood. So hurry and send me your skeletons!
Have fun, okie dokie? If you aren't, feel free to drop out, but please find some way to get rid of your character, be it a traumatic death or an elaborate and witty escape from the Hospital.
Start posting whenever, but this probably won't pick up until everyone that I accept starts posting.

Accepted Profiles
Who's in my head? : Spork Bandit.
I'm known as: Shale Sombre.
I am: A dark angel.
I'm how old?: Only seventeen, lucky me.
I act: Very seriously most times, but can be a dork. I'm witty and have a razor-sharp tongue. Beware my infamous sarcasm. I don't think quick on my feet, and can overlook small things.
My sad, sad story: When I left Parthelone, I was thrown into the dirtiest and most disgusting foster home, where they beat me every day until I finally left, only one year ago. Lockewood Hospital caught up with me outside of a video store and brought me here, where I reside in room number 666. They claim the number fits me. When the Doctors run tests on me, they bind my wings and sometimes forget to release them.
I can: Use magic, fly, talk to some animals, move light objects with my mind, premonitions and flashes of what is happening in other places.
My sanity is: Intact, thank goodness.
When you look through the dirty windows, you will see:


Who's in my head?: Musicislyfe104
I'm known as: Gilligan Ross
I am: I am a shapeshifter.
I'm how old?: I'm 16
I act: I'm quiet at times, and straight to the point. I don't try to avoid the truth. I am very caring about other people though and will do whatever I can for my closest friends. I am very laid back, considering my situation. I assume that no one likes me until I am proven otherwise. I trust to easily as well...oh! And also, I try my hardest to hide who I am.
My sad, sad story: I was recently caught while I was at the grocery store. Apparently, the Hospital had been keeping tabs on me for a while, but sine I never stayed in one form for a long period of time, it was hard. Room 457.
I can: I can obviously shapeshift. I can turn into anything living or non living, as long as I have a mental image of it. When I take the form of people with powers, I also take their powers. However, it would be weaker than the person whos power it actually is, but it is still effective.
My sanity is: I'm hanging in there. I'm pretty sane.
When you look through the dirty windows, you will see:



Sian Nighte and Andrew Smith, page 1

Darkness Surrounds

Shale padded down the barren hallway in her bare feet towards her room. The Doctors had just finished running a series of painful tests on her wings, and they forgot to unbind her again. Shale's wings rustled restlessly, a few feathers falling slowly to the ground. She reached her small room and pushed open the reinforced steel door. Inside, only a tiny bed and nightstand greeted her. Shale glided over to the bed, leaving the door open, and fell onto the dirty surface, cringing with pain and exhaustion. She buried her head in her hands and wept silently, shaking with fear for whatever would happen next. Why am I all alone with all these people here?

Death Abounds

Darkness Surrounds

Shale screeched in fear when she heard a knock on her door. She flipped over and watched the lady dressed in white enter her room with handcuffs. The Nurse creeped up to Shale, who was curled up in a corner of her bed, and clasped the handcuffs around her wrists. Shale wiggled and wailed, but the bindings didn't budge. She gave up and let the Nurse lead her to a sterile white room with syringes hanging like gruesome decorations hanging on every room. Shale glared at the Nurse and spat out, "You keep telling us we are just patients, but these handcuffs tell a different story." The Nurse raised her hand and slapped Shale across the face before shoving Shale into a small cage that was barely big enough for her. "Wait here for the Doctor so he can run the usual tests," the Nurse rasped, tapping the bars slightly. Shale spit in her face.

Death Abounds

Darkness Surrounds

"Who the hell are you?" Shale whispered, thanking whatever forces that her voice only shook slightly. She looked around the room to see if any Doctors or Nurses were lurking around, and muttered a few words under her breath. The handcuffs and cage broke in two with a sickening crack. Shale stepped out of the cage and approached the newcomer cautiously, and she noticed to the bandana over his eyes. "Hold still," she ordered and lifted the bandana off his eyes. Shale stepped back and finally looked around the room, observing her new surroundings. "Well, this room is new. But let's get back to the basics. What's your name?" she asked, her back to him, touching the cracked bars of her cage.

Death Abounds