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Little Broken Puppet Captain
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 Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 2:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 2:05 pm
Good >D
Took me forever to find a picture, then i saw this one, with the foot hanging down from behind, and i was like
ITS THE PEOPLE
So i decided that was him =D
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Little Broken Puppet Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 2:08 pm
Haha. I like the picture. :3
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 2:30 pm
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Little Broken Puppet Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 5:33 pm
Name:Greg Leahy
Age:19
Gender:Male
Personality:I love you... wait.... die...
Likes: Crazy people... makes me feel like i fit in!
Dislikes: Those Creeps who run this torture palace!
Floor: The one closest to the ceiling and farthest from the floor.
Species: No one really knows, some call me Freddy cougar having a baby with Jason plus the scary one known as Lili Flower.
Eye Color: One is gray and one is deep blue.
Hair Color: Bleach blond.
Other: He doesn't remember entering the asylum, just a blurr of motion and blood as his past.
History: He was found at the feet of a wealthy buisness elite with both of their throats slit. Somehow, he was still alive ( Greg of course) and crying. He has an unkown disease that causes him to be so loving and even romantic, then just go off on people. Strait.
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 5:54 pm
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Little Broken Puppet Captain
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Little Broken Puppet Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 5:17 am
And with that... The RP has officially started!!!
Go go go!
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 5:24 am
Karleigh Losich -Crazy- I am level... Three in the Asylum.
'Happy Birthday to me...  The Warden sat in her office, her eyes examining each monitor carefully, as if she took her eyes off te screens for one moment, she would miss something. The warden never came out of her office, unless something o major importance was happenig. And if you ever saw her come out of the small dark room, you knew someone was in deep trouble, and you prayed it wouldn't be you. She heard the morning bell ring and knew the time was exactly eight o'clock. The time every morning, Karaleigh would come out of her room, and skip down the halls.
As the bell rang, Kara's door swung open swiftly, and she appeared in her doorway, a wide grin upon her face. Today she wore her favorite graphic tee, the deth cab for cutie one, which her previous 'Boyfriend' at the asylum had given her. Her Blond hair was down and straight, as usual, and her eyes poped out as she was wearing her eyeliner darkly. On her bottom was a pair of black skinny jeans, that had holes in the knee caps, and rips down the shin. A piece of Duct tape was placed on her thigh, and the words that were written on the tape were artistically drawn. 'Happy Birthday!' with a small cake beside it. Kara loved to draw on herself.. And sometimes on the walls. Whig you would see clearly if you ever went into her room. On her wrist she wore a few silly bands, beads, and her 'Never Shout Never' braclet. Skipping down the hall, Karaleigh hummed to herself, thefamiliar tune of 'Happy Birthday.' the same tune she hummed every morning. Her knee-high purple chuck tailors squeaked softly against the floors as she moved along, her eyes looking everywhere excitingly,
Wondering who would show up today.. 
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Little Broken Puppet Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 10:33 am
Greg lookedaround the corner, eyes allert and his hands free from his coat. "They are gunna pay for putting me in that stupid little strait jacket"he thought as he ran to an open doorway. "Floor 3 " he said aloud, reading the downward stairs sign. He ran down the stair."I am almost out of here", he shouted as he reached the floor. Greg didn't stop in the doorway and ran into a pretty girl who was now laying on the floor.
"Hey sorry ", he said as he looked around then at the girl . "Hehe hey how are yo... run", he said tearing his eyes away from Karleigh. He grabbed her arm anddragged her down the next flight of stairs.. or at least he tried to. He soon reached the bottom floor and ran straight into a large man wearing a blue starch uniform. He was pointing one of those boxes that shoot fire and hurt you. "Guns arent they?", he asked to himself as he kicked the man in the nose, making him unable to move without pain.
Greg walked over to the door, putting the now knocked out police man's jacket over his own black pants. He put on the cap and walked out smiling broadly. Multiple police men ran past him. " Hey stop", said one as he looked at me and noticed how young i looked. "Guys.. this isn't him!", he said as he reached for his pistol.
Greg kicked his hand breaking it and grabbed the 9mm. He took it and aimed it in a way where he could see the others. yet a pain came from the back of his neck andhe couldnt do or feel anything... much like sleep.
He woke up in new room, one not filled with the stench of death. He smiled... "What floor am i on?", he asked out. "Three", came a voice from behind.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 10:35 am
 that but blond and blue eyed is what he looks like
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 2:40 pm
Karleigh Losich -Crazy- I am level... Three in the Asylum.
'Happy Birthday to me... Karaleigh sat up and stared as the boy kept running, tilting her head slightly before she heard him no more. Not remembering seeing his face before, she knew she would have to ask later, yes definately. Pushing herself to stand again, she brushed off her jeans an shirt, before standing still for a few moments. Her nose scrunched up as her mind was working hard to remember what she was doing.. Ah that was it! A soft smile crossed her light pink lips as her feet began to move again, the squeaking beginning once more. Humming to herself, te tune she had originally been humming before being pushed and dragged. Reaching the staircase, Karaleigh counted each individual step, as she had done every morning, before beggining to hop down. 'One.. Two... Three..' she thought as her feet made a light tap against each stair she landed on. Kara usually acted childish in the mornings, and this was part of her routine.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 4:32 pm
Lola looked outside disappointed to see another bright and sunny day, another day to stay inside. She was happy to be here, the asylum in general not the fifth floor. No one bugged her about getting fresh air or to eat more. She slipped on her tight colorful dress tying her hair in a pony tail atop her head then looked around the room. Her socks were missing. She spent a good amount of time looking for her shiny blue ones that matched her dress only finding a lime green one and a brown one with pink polka dots. Lola shrugged and slipped them on pulling a piece of hair out of her pony tail and started to braid it as she walked out of her room. She looked around and her tummy growled. She hadnt eaten all yesterday and decided it was about time. She headed towards the cafeteria on (the first level? o.o; )
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 4:45 pm
Karleigh Losich -Crazy- I am level... Three in the Asylum.
'Happy Birthday to me... [Yep]
Karaleigh had reached the First floor about five minutes later, she had counted twohundred and ten stairs, just like every other morning. Moving over to the door that lead out into the check in area, she unlocked it and pushed it open. Her grin was warm and welcoming as she shut the door tightly behind her, and skipped over to the counter. "Good morning Sarah!" she chirped in her sweet, smooth voice, placing her hands on the counter and pushing herself up to sit on it. Reaching over, she hit the brass bell on the counter and hopped down, continuing on her journey. She skipped and hopped, twirled, and danced through the hallways until she reached the cafeteria and flung open the double doors, revealing the bright, yet empty room. Grinning once more, Kara squeaked over to the food line and grabbed her tray, sliding it along the cool metal ledge. "Good morning, today is my Birthday you know." she whispered to the cook, who just simply laughed lightly and handed her a plate of eggs, sausage, and pancakes. Kara giggled and moved to her regular seat, at the first table. She scooted out a chair and sat down Criss-crossed on the chair.
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