Welcome to The William J. Wesker Home for the Mentally Ill.
Story
Welcome to The William J. Wesker Home for the Mentally Ill, also known simply as "The Asylum". Founded in 1826, it was one of the first of it's kind to be erected on American soil. Back in the day, it was the best of it's kind. Cutting edge technology--
Shrieks of immeasurable pain and incomprehensible horror filled the darkened white-washed room. "Oh, shut up!" The doctor hissed, as he tightened the clamps restraining the woman's head. The woman continued to scream and struggle, but the nurses quickly moved to hold her down. One of the available nurses approached the doctor with a vial of anesthesia. The doctor slapped the vial out of the womans hand, then picked up the bone saw from the trolley. "Hold her still, damnit!" The man cursed, pressing the saw roughly against the womans flesh before jutting his arm back and forth savagely.
Luxurious living quarters--
The crumpled form that had once been a man sat in the back corner of the dark, cold and wet room. Not a shred of light dare penetrate the realm of Darkness, nor did a single breeze of warmth dare comfort the patient trapped within. The man fell onto his side, then placed his smallest finger into his mouth. CRUNCH! A warm liquid of indeterminable color coated the mans hand. He oozed the deceivingly warm liquid over his body, then placed the next finger in his mouth. CRUNCH! Then the next CRUNCH! And the next, and the next and the next . . . CRUNCH! CRUNCH CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
And only the most skilled and trusted staff of the time.
A smirk so vile it could make a grown man cry crossed the Warden's face. He reached out and touched the small womans chin, then moved in suddenly and licked her cheek, from jowl to temple. The woman trembled and jerked away, but she was no match for the much larger and stronger man. Gripping her gown, he jerked it off and tossed her stomach first onto his desk. . .
The young woman in the Nurses uniform looked around as she entered the dark room titled "Criminally Insane". Skipping down to the very end, the woman paused as she was surrounded by six male inmates. A devilish smile dominated the young womans otherwise gorgeous features. "Uh oh," she said in a very non-convincing tone, "Whatever will you do with me?" she said, while simultaneously undoing her dress and letting it fall to the ground.
The morge was lit by only a single overhead light. Directly below it lay the body of the recently deceased Jen Brown. Her stiff body lay with open eyes, staring off blankly into the blinding light. From the darkness emerged the coroners slouched form. He approached the table, his expression obscured by the mask covering his mouth and nose. When he reacher the late Mrs. Brown, he then grabbed her body and turned it so her legs lay limp off the table. A sick grin appeared behind the mask, as the man began to fiddle with his belt buckle. . .
Ultimately, however, The William J. Wesker Home for the Mentally Ill was shut down due to a mysterious natural gas leek which claimed the lives of everyone in the build, patient and staff alike. Several officer inquired on the case, but all were declined and eventually the case went cold.
Eighty four years since the gas leek, the building was reopened to the public as a Heritage Landmark. However, unable to maintain a stable employee count, the land mark was soon shut down and forgotten. . .
Today, fifty seven years later The William J. Wesker Home for the Mentally Ill is about to get admit a few unknowing new patients. . . A group of "Ghost Trackers", A group of thrill seekers, and a group of pranksters are about to enter the gates of the asylum. What they don't know, is once those doors close, they will never open again. That is, if the mystery of The William J. Wesker Home for the Mentally Ill is not solved!
Do they make it out alive? Is the mystery solved and the lingering souls put to rest? Or do these young people succumb to the madness and The William J. Wesker Home for the Mentally Ill's body count rise that much higher? Only one way to find out!
Rules
.:: 1 ::. No god moding. Don't be afraid to let your character get hurt or even die!
.:: 2 ::. Violence, Romance and Swearing are all accepted in moderation. Don't be afraid to fade to black when things get steamy, because I won;t be afraid to tell you to leave if you don't.
.:: 3 ::. Profiles are to be filled out completely and PM'd to me titled "A Hard Days Work" For staff, "I'm not crazy!" for patients, "Who ya gunna call?" For Ghost trackers, "A night to remember" for thrill seekers and "Gotcha!" for Pranksters.
.:: 4 ::. This RP deals with some sensitive subjects, so when thing look like they are becoming too highly rated, fade to black.
.:: 5 ::. I already know what happens. I have it written down already and saved. I will be leaving hints and clues here and there for us to find to unravel the mystery!
.:: 6 ::. Though no post minimum is in effect, please, try for at least one paragraph and stay away from one liners!
.:: 7 ::. Follow the rules and have a good time!
Profiles
Staff
Inmate
Ghost Tracker/Thrill Seekers/Pranksters
Story
Welcome to The William J. Wesker Home for the Mentally Ill, also known simply as "The Asylum". Founded in 1826, it was one of the first of it's kind to be erected on American soil. Back in the day, it was the best of it's kind. Cutting edge technology--
Shrieks of immeasurable pain and incomprehensible horror filled the darkened white-washed room. "Oh, shut up!" The doctor hissed, as he tightened the clamps restraining the woman's head. The woman continued to scream and struggle, but the nurses quickly moved to hold her down. One of the available nurses approached the doctor with a vial of anesthesia. The doctor slapped the vial out of the womans hand, then picked up the bone saw from the trolley. "Hold her still, damnit!" The man cursed, pressing the saw roughly against the womans flesh before jutting his arm back and forth savagely.
Luxurious living quarters--
The crumpled form that had once been a man sat in the back corner of the dark, cold and wet room. Not a shred of light dare penetrate the realm of Darkness, nor did a single breeze of warmth dare comfort the patient trapped within. The man fell onto his side, then placed his smallest finger into his mouth. CRUNCH! A warm liquid of indeterminable color coated the mans hand. He oozed the deceivingly warm liquid over his body, then placed the next finger in his mouth. CRUNCH! Then the next CRUNCH! And the next, and the next and the next . . . CRUNCH! CRUNCH CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
And only the most skilled and trusted staff of the time.
A smirk so vile it could make a grown man cry crossed the Warden's face. He reached out and touched the small womans chin, then moved in suddenly and licked her cheek, from jowl to temple. The woman trembled and jerked away, but she was no match for the much larger and stronger man. Gripping her gown, he jerked it off and tossed her stomach first onto his desk. . .
The young woman in the Nurses uniform looked around as she entered the dark room titled "Criminally Insane". Skipping down to the very end, the woman paused as she was surrounded by six male inmates. A devilish smile dominated the young womans otherwise gorgeous features. "Uh oh," she said in a very non-convincing tone, "Whatever will you do with me?" she said, while simultaneously undoing her dress and letting it fall to the ground.
The morge was lit by only a single overhead light. Directly below it lay the body of the recently deceased Jen Brown. Her stiff body lay with open eyes, staring off blankly into the blinding light. From the darkness emerged the coroners slouched form. He approached the table, his expression obscured by the mask covering his mouth and nose. When he reacher the late Mrs. Brown, he then grabbed her body and turned it so her legs lay limp off the table. A sick grin appeared behind the mask, as the man began to fiddle with his belt buckle. . .
Ultimately, however, The William J. Wesker Home for the Mentally Ill was shut down due to a mysterious natural gas leek which claimed the lives of everyone in the build, patient and staff alike. Several officer inquired on the case, but all were declined and eventually the case went cold.
Eighty four years since the gas leek, the building was reopened to the public as a Heritage Landmark. However, unable to maintain a stable employee count, the land mark was soon shut down and forgotten. . .
Today, fifty seven years later The William J. Wesker Home for the Mentally Ill is about to get admit a few unknowing new patients. . . A group of "Ghost Trackers", A group of thrill seekers, and a group of pranksters are about to enter the gates of the asylum. What they don't know, is once those doors close, they will never open again. That is, if the mystery of The William J. Wesker Home for the Mentally Ill is not solved!
Do they make it out alive? Is the mystery solved and the lingering souls put to rest? Or do these young people succumb to the madness and The William J. Wesker Home for the Mentally Ill's body count rise that much higher? Only one way to find out!
Rules
.:: 1 ::. No god moding. Don't be afraid to let your character get hurt or even die!
.:: 2 ::. Violence, Romance and Swearing are all accepted in moderation. Don't be afraid to fade to black when things get steamy, because I won;t be afraid to tell you to leave if you don't.
.:: 3 ::. Profiles are to be filled out completely and PM'd to me titled "A Hard Days Work" For staff, "I'm not crazy!" for patients, "Who ya gunna call?" For Ghost trackers, "A night to remember" for thrill seekers and "Gotcha!" for Pranksters.
.:: 4 ::. This RP deals with some sensitive subjects, so when thing look like they are becoming too highly rated, fade to black.
.:: 5 ::. I already know what happens. I have it written down already and saved. I will be leaving hints and clues here and there for us to find to unravel the mystery!
.:: 6 ::. Though no post minimum is in effect, please, try for at least one paragraph and stay away from one liners!
.:: 7 ::. Follow the rules and have a good time!
Profiles
Staff
[size=10][b]Name:[/b] First, Last
[b]Age:[/b] 25-50
[b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female
[b]Job:[/b] Warden, Surgeon, Nurse, Coroner, etc
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]-Height:[/b] How tall were you?
[b]-Weight:[/b] How much did you weight?
[b]-General Appearance:[/b] What do you look like?
[b]Atrocity(ies):[/b] What horrid things did you do?
[b]Brief Bio:[/b] Summarize your life till your death.[/size]
[b]Age:[/b] 25-50
[b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female
[b]Job:[/b] Warden, Surgeon, Nurse, Coroner, etc
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]-Height:[/b] How tall were you?
[b]-Weight:[/b] How much did you weight?
[b]-General Appearance:[/b] What do you look like?
[b]Atrocity(ies):[/b] What horrid things did you do?
[b]Brief Bio:[/b] Summarize your life till your death.[/size]
Inmate
[size=10][b]Name:[/b] First, Last
[b]Age:[/b] 20-50
[b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female
[b]Mental Affliction:[/b] Find something and briefly describe it.
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]-Height:[/b] How tall were you?
[b]-Weight:[/b] How much did you weight?
[b]-General Appearance:[/b] What do you look like?
[b]Atrocity(ies):[/b] What horrid things did you do? Or What horrid things happened to you (or your body)?
[b]Brief Bio:[/b] Summarize your life till your death.[/size]
[b]Age:[/b] 20-50
[b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female
[b]Mental Affliction:[/b] Find something and briefly describe it.
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]-Height:[/b] How tall were you?
[b]-Weight:[/b] How much did you weight?
[b]-General Appearance:[/b] What do you look like?
[b]Atrocity(ies):[/b] What horrid things did you do? Or What horrid things happened to you (or your body)?
[b]Brief Bio:[/b] Summarize your life till your death.[/size]
Ghost Tracker/Thrill Seekers/Pranksters
[size=10][b]Name:[/b] First, Last
[b]Age:[/b] 20-50
[b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female
[b]Affiliation:[/b] Ghost Tracker, Thrill Seeker, Prankster
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]-Height:[/b] How tall are you?
[b]-Weight:[/b] How much do you weight?
[b]-General Appearance:[/b] What do you look like?
[b]Why are you here?:[/b]
[b]Brief Bio:[/b] Summarize your life till present.[/size]
[b]Age:[/b] 20-50
[b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female
[b]Affiliation:[/b] Ghost Tracker, Thrill Seeker, Prankster
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]-Height:[/b] How tall are you?
[b]-Weight:[/b] How much do you weight?
[b]-General Appearance:[/b] What do you look like?
[b]Why are you here?:[/b]
[b]Brief Bio:[/b] Summarize your life till present.[/size]
