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Chichiri_luvr Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 4:34 pm
Dear diary,
They dropped me off today. When they smiled and said this place was nice, I knew they were lying through their teeth. They said this place will help me, but I doubt it. They said my stay here would be temporary, but I know better than to believe that. They've left me here forever. Until I get "better". I can't get better. Or is it that I won't get better? Either way, I'll be here until I die. I think. Maybe I can escape this place...Supposedly it's a place for the "crazies". Am I crazy? My parents say so. They say I have all sorts of problems. My response?
So I'm not normal. Now what?
And you know what they said? They said they were taking me to get help. Now I understand why we all conform. If we're different, we get shipped off to here...We get shipped to the insane asylum.
Talk to you later. I have to hide you before they take you. I wasn't even supposed to bring you here...
-Amaranth Lacosse, Aka Patient 2776
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 4:35 pm
Story
Hi there, and welcome to Redlark's Asylum for the Insane. You've been brought here by your parents because you need help. Or at least, they think you do. And of course, we want their money, so we'll do whatever we need to keep the cash flowing - even if it means driving a few of you truly crazy.
You are not allowed to leave the property. We don't care the reason. You have to stay. The property consists of the building - in which you will be given a room, of course - and a small empty backyard. You will be bunking with another patient of course. You two had better get along. If you don't, you'll be punished. And punishments here are very cruel. Don't get punished.
Oh, and one more thing. You can't bring anything in from your outside life. It might be the reason for your problem. (Actually, we couldn't care less, but we needed government money so we claimed that we needed supplies - thus you can't bring anything!)
So welcome to our little corrupt facility where the doctors don't care, and only some of the patients are messed up...in the beginning.
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Chichiri_luvr Vice Captain
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Chichiri_luvr Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 4:37 pm
Rules
exclaim Follow Gaia ToS
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exclaim YOU MAY ONLY START POSTING WHEN I APPROVE YOU!!!! Anyone who posts before I approve them will be banned! NO chances for this! It's common courtesy people!
exclaim The most important rule of all: HAVE FUN!
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 4:39 pm
Character Descriptions
Patients
Because of You: (Username)
Hi, My Name Is: (Character Name)
He was a Boy, She was a Girl: (Gender)
I am 16, going on 17: (Age - 14-19)
Here to Stay: (Floor, Room))
Brink of Disaster: (What's your problem? Aka psychotic, anorexic, depression, OCD, Schizofrenic, etc.)
It's My Life: (Biography)
Under My Skin: (Personality)
See Who I Am: (Appearance)
Doctors
Because of You: (Username)
Hi, My Name Is: (Character Name)
He was a Boy, She was a Girl: (Gender)
I am 16, going on 17: (Age - 18-40)
Here to Stay: (Floor, Room)
Twisted Transistor: (The real reason you're working here, because certainly you don't care about the children - or do you?)
Cancer: (Your area of expertise)
It's My Life: (Biography)
Under My Skin: (Personality)
See Who I Am: (Appearance)
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Chichiri_luvr Vice Captain
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Chichiri_luvr Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 4:41 pm
Rooms
Patients Only
Floor 1:
Room 1:
Room 2:
Room 3
Room 4
Room 5
Floor 2:
Room 1:
Room 2:
Room 3:
Room 4:
Room 5:
Floor 3
Room 1:
Room 2:
Room 3: Amaranth Lacosse
Room 4:
Room 5:
Doctors Only
Floor 4:
Room 1:
Room 2:
Room 3:
Room 4:
Room 5:
Floor 5:
Room1:
Room2
Room3:
Room4
Room5
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 4:42 pm
Accepted Characters
Patients
Chichiri_luvr : Amaranth Lacosse
Doctors
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Chichiri_luvr Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 3:36 pm
"URRGH!!! Let go of me! you b*****d!!!!!! LET GO!!!!!!" Karin shriked as she was taken up the Stairs in the insane isylum by the man in a white coat she kicked and screamed but no matter what she was ignored he finally threw her into a room on what seemed to be the third floor.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 9:31 pm
Grave was dragged to his room not for the fact he fought them no he was still as could be barely breathing even simply quiet and limp. Zeph was in another phase he would not move or do anything he would be an active corpse simply a dead man with a pulse.
Grave Zeph suddenly let his eyes shift and blinked several times finally bringing the world into focus or at least some focus. Where am I ha ha ah who are you who am I no please ha laugh hard. No please scream ha ha ha arghhhhhh scream for me my love now bleed. Come now spin oh its funny things spin never truly being spinning no never ha always. Horrors they come go look Jill look its back they are back ha ha ah please.
Grave let his thoughts race he hated them more than anything yet he loved them greatly so greatly. Zeph shifted as he was dragged he wanted to die he wanted to kill these men in white coats dragging hi like a doll.
“Tell me gentleman tell me if I scream will you please oh please ha ha I love you please I do never have love you I do.” He began to laugh uncontrollably Grave could not stop something was shifting he seemed more than alive almost fake with it. Zeph began to pull against them managing to slam one of them into the wall. Though shortly after eh was slammed against the wall and bodily thrown into his room.
Grave Zeph sat quietly curling into a ball nothing mattered any more nothing at all it was all simply there to him. Where am I I don’t know I am home right yes home this is home no its cemetery tis your home your death. Shut up no never yes ok always ha please I love you never ha. I can see trees I can see rain drops no tis blood no stop please.
Grave Zeph started to cry silently in his room curled up like a small child his body twitching as he cried. His thoughts were so natural yet they only brought him trouble and pain.
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Chichiri_luvr Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 9:42 pm
"So I'm not normal..." Amaranth stood in the lobby, watching as the new patients were brought in - usually by either parents or doctors. She had seen so many brought into this place...Some were definitely insane, like the boy down the hall from her. But some were rather normal. She could see no problem with them, but then, she could see no problem with herself either, and she definitely had problems. Even Teresa told her she had problems. Teresa, just in case no one here has met here, is one of the three main people Amaranth developed in her mind to keep her company when she was lonely as a child. Teresa has a bitter temper and is a rather violent girl. She's a bit of a control freak too, which doesn't help at all. Then there was Alyssa. Alyssa is another one of the three. She's the bubbly one. She always smiles and laughs. The final one of the three is Kelsie. No one really knows anything about Kelsie because almost no one has met her. However, Amaranth knows how Kelsie is. She's rather quiet, but has a firey personality if she's set off. She is very daring. She's similar to Teresa in that she's tough, but she's also like Alyssa in that she tends to smile a lot and is rather gentle - usually. Amaranth sighed as she watched one of the girls get dragged up the stairs. What a strange way to handle yourself...Wasn't the girl embarassed? Amaranth certainly would have been embarassed if she had to be dragged up the stairs screaming...No, Amaranth was much more refined than that. Her first day here she'd merely walked with them to her room, climbed up into her bed, and then sat there, silently for the rest of the day. They'd thought maybe she was retarded, but when she'd gone to therapy the next day, her doctor had returned results that screamed she was quite intelligent and rather adept at functioning. He had no reason for her apparent love of solitude, other than that it was just her personal preference. Speaking of her doctor, she spotted him out of the corner of her eye. He was searching for her so they could have their next session. She didn't particularly feel like talking at the moment, though, so she turned and headed out the doors and into the asylum's yard. There was a bench beneath a large tree that had become "her" bench during the three months she'd been there. If she walked towards the bench, anyone sitting on it quickly got up and moved. There was no real reason for it. She hadn't done anything to intimidate anyone or scare them away from the bench, but she was more than happy to accept the bench as being hers. She enjoyed the solitude "her" bench provided her, and that was where she was headed. She watched as two other patients quickly bolted, and she proceeded to sit down on the bench. She leaned back and sighed, closing her eyes. It was almost theraputic to sit on this bench. "...Now what?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 10:27 am
Karin was banging on the door. "Let me out!!! DAMMIT IT HATE YOU IDIOTS!!!!! I'm not crazy!! and i don't have a split personality my parents just hate please let me go!!" Karin cried. she stopped she sat down and grabbed her knees.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 9:39 pm
Grave Zeph stopped crying suddenly and started to roll around the floor laughing and giggling such as a child may do. Though as this rolling and laughing happened Grave Zeph drug his nails over his body. Though not long or sharp he pushed hard Grave Zeph cut long gashes into his arms and face. As the blood dripped he laughed harder the world was spinning nothing was right everything was so abstract. Grave Zeph cut his neck open he could feel the pain and the warm blood he choked in his laughter and only giggled more.
No its to good lets bleed lets kill screw them slay them oh so sweet little lost young man sure nope why not. Lets play a game I want a game a very fun game lets play a game just once please my game. Sure why not no no never please ok why never always. This is fun this is crazy lets play with all my daisy.
Grave let his thoughts go his mind shattering showing him creatures begins things of unspeakable horrors yet eh smiled and giggled. Zeph slowly started to return to natural state things shifted he stopped he had cut himself all over blood smeared his body and the floor. He could smell the wonderful vinyl floor mixed with blood and cleaning supplies it was death. He began to hit the floor and walls of his room Grave Zeph smiled it was a horrid smile like a killer enjoying the love of violence and death.
Lets play please lets play outside in the sun with the [people with the death and love no one loves. Worries horrid worries I love you ha please. Tell me man tell me pretty man tell this man who why is love me. Oh lets go lets stop please ok please no begging lets walk lets just go
Grave Zeph left his room shortly after cleaning his wounds and clothes with spit the water provided and his bed sheets. Truly the marks looked like cuts but as far as they cared he had them when he had arrived. He walked rather funny almost drunk except unlike being drunk his walk had a purpose and his eyes revealed that.
He headed down stairs knowing that outside he may find some ground some peace something to know more than anything. The world in itself was so clear to him things shown in his eyes Grave Zeph was far form sane but yet so far from insane.
Oh I am hungry lets make a friend my love yes a friend a lover a new play toy.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 10:33 am
" So I'm not normal..."Amaranth was quite content to be alone on "her" bench. She looked around every now and then, staring back at the patients who stared at her. She intimidated them with her quiet solitude, although many other patients there were depressed. Not many of the other depressed ones also had different personalities embedded within them. Amaranth would wonder every now and then if perhaps one of the others had come out to meet them and had ended up scaring them and that was why they were so afraid of her. But no, nothing like that had happened yet. The other patients were just wise enough to be frightened of her and timid enough to run. She sighed. She didn't need any other patients to talk to her anyways. She had Teresa, Kelsie, and Alyssa. She smiled at the thought. It had been her first little smile in three month. And it didn't last long. She glanced towards the doors that led outside and saw a boy appearing to stumble his way outside. If she didn't know any better she'd say he was drunk. But she did know better, and thus she knew it was either a symptom or an act. She stared at the young man, eyeing the cuts covering him. Those were fresh. Interesting. Had he done it to himself? Most likely...The truly violent patients weren't really allowed to interact with them, after all...Only at breakfast, lunch, dinner, and sometimes therapy sessions....but according to their parents, the dangerous ones never came near them. She rolled her eyes. Parents. They didn't understand a thing. They couldn't see through the sweet talking and the nice words, the pretty paint, and the seemingly official letters. They thought everything was going to be wonderful here, when in reality, Amaranth wished she had died instead of being dropped off here. But now that she was here, she was going to get through it - even though she knew they'd never let her out. No, her parents' money was much too important for her to ever be set free. And the same story went for every child here. None of them would ever leave...Not until the day they died. Which for some was sooner than others. Amaranth glanced at a rather sickly boy on her left. Yes, he was going to die any day now. And, as if she'd thought the magic words, the boy suddenly doubled over in agony. Blood trickled from his mouth and he began to cry. Amaranth hated crying and her eyes narrowed at the boy. He wouldn't stop. "Shut up!" she snapped. "Stop you're damned whining!" It stopped the boy momentarily, his eyes wide, locked on her. She had never spoken to anyone, and the face that she was speaking to him was more than he could handle. He completely broke down in sobs, shaking, quivering, blood still trickling from his mouth. "I said SHUT UP!" Amaranth was on her feet and walking towards the boy now. Only Amaranth was gone. It was Teresa now who walked towards the boy. Dangerous, firey Teresa. It took her less than three seconds to reach the boy, and less than a milisecond to slap him hard across the face with the back of her hand. "You want to cry?! I'll give you something to cry about!!" She grabbed the boy and threw him. The boy screamed for help, but everyone could see it was too late for him. He tried to get up and run, but he coughed up blood and couldn't gain his footing. Her foot, however, came colliding with his stomach. And perhaps that was somehow a killing blow, or perhaps the poor boy's heart just couldn't take it anymore, but either way, when he slumped to the ground again, the life had gone from his eyes. Amaranth stared at him. "Good...be silent." And then she walked back to "her" bench, glancing at the boy with the cuts every now and then. Teresa disappeared back into Amaranth, and everything seemed fine... ...except that there was a dead little boy who appeared to have been beaten but no one would say who had done the beatings. The patients weren't fools. "...Now what?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 1:55 pm
Grave Zeph at first took no notice to the girl on the bench who sat alone of course he was barely allowed outside as it was. Though at that time he was enjoying how nice it was the feel of the air and the environment drove him into a near smile. Of course he had seen the dying boy and had smirked his teeth showing of course tehn the bench girl acted.
Oh she is foxy she is clean the boy is dead ha ha kill him touch him love him break him make him scream. Her take her to break her bite her throat Grave now Zeph break her hands love her now. Oh yes please yes bleed just for me kill slay bite her eat her ha ha ha worthless worm ha.
Grave watched as she beat the boy causing his heart to stop causing him to die he could feel the life leave the child see it fade to nothing. Zeph laugh silently as he moved for the girl slowly very slowly. His walk had become worse he nearly was crumbling as his legs screamed nothing. Grave Zeph raised a single nail to his eye and let it cut open blood dripping like tears as he walked. He knew she was different now she like him was more than one how many though he would never guess nor probably know.
hmmm she’s tasty lets be her friend lets play her games come on never please oh gods please beg it. I love you oh I love you please I love need your love need your blood. Oh shut up never make em slit my throat cut me open ha ha ah bleed maggot now.
Grave Zeph could not help it as he walked over to her closer to her his eyes grey faded dead flashed something was alive now something dangerous but some how sweet. He laughed hard it was strange choked his chest heaved and he doubled over laughing and giggling like a small child once more.
Though in a few steps it passed as he slowly started to approach the girl eh would not touch her speak to her even but stand and stare sure. He wanted her to take him to break him like she had the boy to make him scream and beg.
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 7:20 pm
"So I'm not normal..."Amaranth was rather comfortable on her bench. Everyone in the remote area had quickly vanished, not wishing to be the antagonist of her next attack. "You killed him Teresa!!" "Oh shut up Alyssa! No one cares what the bubbly little six year old has to say!" "I am NOT six!" "You sure act like it..." "Would both of you shut up? Amaranth has to deal with the dead kid now? What if someone blabs?" "They won't do anything to her Kelsie. You know how this place works-" "Yeah, but what if we're wrong Teresa? What if this time they do something?!" "They won't!" "You don't know that! The people that work here are crazier than the patients! I mean, look at Amaranth! She's ain't crazy now, is she?"Ah, and there in itself lay the irony. In Amaranth's mind - and Teresa's, Alyssa's, and Kelsie's - she wasn't crazy in the least. No, she was completely normal. She just had friends that she had created in her mind, and she believed in them so much they had become realities. She listened to their arguement in her mind, not much caring about the boy she'd killed. So he'd died. Who cared? This place would have killed him soon enough anyways. She'd seen it happen countless times. The parents would say they couldn't pay anymore, and suddenly, the patient just died and everyone was relieved of any paperwork, money loss, or anything. It all worked out very well, and Amaranth saw through the games - but not one single parent ever did. They fell for the little games every single time. After all, who were they but parents? They weren't doctors or psychologists or anything - but then, Amaranth had a suspicion that neither were the doctors and psychologists here. And then she realized someone stood beside her. Teresa, Alyssa, and Kelsie fell silent as Amaranth turned to gaze up at the boy beside her. Blood ran from his eye like tears, and she knew the wound had been self inflicted. There was no sign of emotion in her eyes. She blinked slowly, taking the boy in, every wound, every shade of skin, every movement. She just stared right back at him. What did he want from her? Well, she wasn't one to speak, and so she had no inclination to ask anything of him, even if she did want to know what it was that he wanted. She just left her amber eyes on him, with a gaze that was neither alive nor dead, just as she was neither alive nor dead. This boy was a strange one for sure...And yet, in knowing this, she felt he really wasn't so strange after all. How can a crazy judge a crazy, right? "...Now what?"
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Chichiri_luvr Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 7:39 pm
Grave Zeph simply stared back at her his voice his being everything about him was simply a jigsaw puzzle never finished never even started. The pieces overlapped one another so he had wanted something but now he wanted nothing more than air and to stare. Of course he would only be lying then as he stared into her eyes he could understand her she could understand him at least in crazy ways only they could.
Bite her eat her break her come now look at those eyes so soft and sweet break her rip out her eyes come now. No this one is mine come now let her ebg let her scream make me scream let me beg now do it now come on. You lie she si mine finally aplay mate come now Grave Zeph please oh please make her dance ha ha ha. No Grave please break her neck no Zeph let her break you please for me for love.
Grave Zeph simply stood standing there until finally with loud cracks his knees gave in and he fell on the ground. He did not feel the pain as his backside connected with the rough ground but it mattered little he still stared at her this girl. Of course the blood had finally stopped flowing and was drying neatly on his face slowly he smiled revealing his teeth. Though his teeth had been filed and broken more to resemble an animals than a person he had done it for his own laughter.
oh come now speak to her give her words oh come now please speak to me just once for me. No never not you not you ever will you speak for me to me I love you no. of course Grave now Zeph please Grave Zeph love me speak with me. Tick tock tick tock lets all play with a clock come now slide it slow. Ha ha ha tell me does it feel good cutting bleeding drink it love it.
He stared and finally raised his hand revealing tis broken nature to her both his hands he had ruined on purpose in an attempt to stop the lust. Slowly though they stopped as he stared at her and rested them on the bench where she sat. He giggled softly like a child though it showed in his eyes more intelligence than was given. Sure Grave Zeph was insane was more than ruined but he understood and watched he listened more than anything. Always people thought him stupid and crazy yet eh would listen and learn memorizing good and bad facts in moments.
Teach me something new darling little girl show me screams and love show me how you smile in darkness. I wonder why your crazy who touched your mind what touched your spirit tell me love play with me please.
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