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 Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 4:40 pm
Lucidity
Lucidity is an organization for the worst cases of...problems. You have heard of centers for kids who cut, drink, run away, smoke, hurt others and so forth? Well this is the worst of them. Home to not only these troubled kids, but to those with mental disabilities as well. The place can be and often is utter hell, but who else is going to care for these kids? Feath goes on here, as well as other major..disturbances with drugs and attempts to leave. But on an island in nowhere...what are they to do?
Will they ever be fixed? Will they ever be normal again? Or is lucidity, the line between sane and gone, will it be their only fate?
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:18 pm
Rules
No godmoddinf if I see this I will give a warning the next time you're out.
2. Please have atleast three sentences
3. pm me profiles titles what you are(patient, doctor, or friend)
4. please try to keep all characters in the loop and don't shun anyone*cough cough*
5.I am able to change these if I please. If I do so I will notify you.
6. Keep everything pg 15 or time skip please
7 Have fun and try to be..creative with your characters and any plot twists.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 5:37 pm
profiles
my name is
I am controled by
I am in here for( why are you here?)
I am a (a teacher, patient, friend/visitor)
My history sais
my soul looks like this
 My name is Angel Cunning
I am controlled by L_J_Rose
I am in here for my mental insanity. I know I'm strange and sad pretty much all the time, but it's because of my repressed memories they say. I remember them just fine and I don't want to talk about them! They pain me and make me wake screaming in the middle of the night. I want to be left alone to die in my misery alone!
I am a patient clearly.
My history says that my parents were murdered before my very eyes. They were but it concerns everyone that I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to talk about it at all really. It's something I'd rather forget because their murder still hasn't been solved.profiles
my name is Makayla smith
I am controled by hiniko nara
I am in here for Because I cut and I see things. They tell me I am insane and give me medicine but it only makes it worse. I feel so numb and alone cutting helps. I have nightmares and sleep walk. Supposedly I try to choke people why they are sleeping..or during my sleep walking....
I am a patient of of course.
My history sais that I am 17 and one of two siblings. I have an older brother though he is only a year older than me. This all started when after I was kidnapped about a year ago. I was slipped something in the drink they gave me and it messed me up. They beat me and then left me to die. They said it was post dramatic stress. But it wasn't......i've always been this way..right?
my soul looks like this[
my name is:Shasta davis
I am controled by biggrin arkk Heartt
I am in here for:I'm in here because i have mental problemss alittlebit.I see things that other people don't.I've tried taking pills but all it does it makes things worse... will i ever be healed?
I am a:patient
My history sais:That i am 16.I can be mean ican be nice it depends on the mood of day im in.I am mostly sad and silent.I take walks and have very few friends.People treat me different.I feel alone.I sometimes cut myself when i want.I am emo indeed i am.Sometimes i wonder if i will ever be healed.
my soul looks like this: 
my name is Bryan Mariano
I am controlled by Dark Wolf Bryan
I am in here for my so called "insanity" but I think I'm perfectly fine. Sure I almost killed my parents by trying to burn the house down, or when I almost killed the priest in my church, but that doesn't mean anything.
I am a patient, sadly.
My history says that I'm 16 years old and that I have a "mental disorder" because I've done many bad things in my life. I'm not aloud to have sharp objects near me because I can either use them on myself or someone else, or so they say. I sometimes hear a voice in my head and it usually tells me what to do and I usually do what it tells me.
my soul looks like this: 
profiles
my name is Melody Monroe Jonson
I am controled by hiniko nara
I am in here for They thought I was a killer because I drew pictures of crime scenes before it happened. They were wrong.
I am a patient I guess
My history said I was a normal girl I guess. I had my friends though none of us were well liked. I kind of thought more deeper into things, and then..I started having these dreams. Id wake up sweating and crying but then I just had to draw what I saw. I know if I didn't it would haunt me...my parents thought I had gone off the deep in and showed my drawings to the cops. I was accused of murder and now i'm here.
my soul looks like this
my name is IsaBella Rose Bartholomew
I am controlled by petite Maria Rose
I am in here for treatment. They say I am suicidal, which I don't think so. I just cut myself so that I can release the pain that will never go away.
I am a patient
My history says that I witnessed my best friend, well she was more then a best friend but no body knows that, be murdered by a drive by shooting on our way home. They say that my apatite changed dramatically, I started eating less, became sleep deprived and attempted suicide twice.
my soul looks like this 
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 11:37 am
Makayla was watching the other kids in the game room. She was curled up in a chair in a far corner and she refused to move despite the prompting of the "doctors" and "guards" that were posted like flies everywhere in the room. They wore white jackets and this only made things worse. Small chatter filled the room and it bugged her but she said nothing. She never said anything. She hated talking to these people but she knew she had a council session next. It was supposed to be her turn to talk today. Screw that.
She rubbed the small pink scars on her wrist they were bothering her again and she resisted the erg to scratch at them. The "doctors" would see and only give her some more meds or something. She sighed looking around the room again with her shadowed eyes. She was so tired and wanted to get out of her...but she couldn't. She settled for listening to the small chatter and noises of the game..yet noone laughed she noted.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 1:45 pm
~In the arms of the Angel~
Into the game room prowled a tall young man, one that generally just hid in his room even when he was let out. He didn't want to talk to anyone else because they always asked when they found out who is was. Did you really kill you parents? He cringed at the thought as he moved into the room as silently as he could. His room was feeling rather stuffy and he was going to complain to a staff member but noted quickly that they were busy.
The emo child, who wasn't a child any more, paced over to the couch and sat next to the girl, just watching the rest of the group. These lucky souls. They actually have a mental condition. They don't question, all drugged up and zoning out. Lucky... He was silent by his mind was thinking over everything else in the room as well as his past. Bloody scenes, cradling his mother's body in his arms as he cried. The stains, he always saw the stains in him mind.
Slowly Angel's eyes peered down at his arms. They had old scars all over them and tattoos he dug in himself. He only took the painful form of tattooing; if it didn't hurt it wasn't worth is. His eyes moved over to the girl next to him, almost communicating his torment by accident through his eyes.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 3:17 pm
hiniko nara Makayla had continued to sit curled up on the end of the couch. She hadn't botherd to pull her sleeves down to cover her arms. Staring into the sad excuse for a game room She was aware of the boy who had walked in and sat next to her. She knew his story and honestly...she didn't care...they were in their for their own reasons whatever that was. She did tense though as he sat down and looked around at the hopeless kids. She disliked a lot of people, and even if they didn't talk to her it still made her uneasy. Her calm gaze was on him not judging, not glaring..just...looking. Inside is where her emotions were being shown. He looked at her and she plainly saw the pain and hurt he had in his eyes. He couldn't get away from it and she knew how he felt...in a sense. She normally avoided peoples gaze but this time she didn't, she spoke to him. Her voice was soft and sad. "You hurt to. " it came out a statement and sounded hurt to. Her eyes sharing confusion and pain.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 3:46 pm
~In the arms of the Angel~
Angel let out a sigh letting his gaze drop again to his hands. Blood, blood there was so much blood! The images shot through his head. He had just returned from his band's debut to find first his father, stabbed clean through into the wall, the handle still hanging out of his blood drenched flesh. Angel didn't flinch at all sitting there on the couch. Hurt... Blood everywhere! Tears in his eyes, blood on his hands. Mom? He followed a trail of blood into the bedroom and there she was, the fair woman cut and disfigured, a hole ripped clean through her underwear. She was raped and then murdered, her arm half torn off and a gag lodged into her throat. Blood, blood, too much blood... MOM!
His face held emotionless, "you could say that..." His voice was soft as he didn't want anyone to hear him other than the girl that addressed him. If anyone were to notice he was out of his room other than just her it would be hell.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 4:04 pm
hiniko nara hiniko nara Makayla was silent awaiting a response if she was to get one at all. By the distant look on his face and in his eyes he seemed to be remembering something. She felt bad for him. But then again she felt sorry for everyone here. Even if she couldn't escape with meds and sleep they could and she didn't know why but she felt sorry. She was about to give up on a response when he spoke. Her gaze fell back on him, and she blinked wondering if she should say anything. She knew he didn't want to be found though. She knew of a place she hid out that he could go if he wanted.
"My guess is you don't want to be talked to or found outside of your room right now..I know of one place that noone other then me knows about. Its good for being alone" she answer him her voice just as soft as his was. She didn't look at him while she spoke it made it look like she was talking to herself. But if one of these kids glanced her ways that was a good diversion considering she had a habit of talking to herself anyway.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 4:36 pm
~In the arms of the Angel~
The boy blinked up at her, "Too many questions and too may lies. I think that sometimes it's better to be left alone in your misery. The only reason I'm out here is to file a complain with the staff as my room is sub par at the current..." It was the most he had said to anyone in the past couple of years that he'd been there. Ever since his parents died, he didn't have much to say. It was almost as if any kind of connection bothered him. Could anyone blame him though if they knew his story? Could they blame him for not wanting any more enemies.
He could only imagine what the people on the outside of place were thinking about him. He was a rising star before the accident, on his way up and out to join the rest of the stars, but now, his voice was silent. That voice that nearly got him fame was silenced, what the murderer wanted. He figured as long as he hid in here, no one would ask if he murdered his parents. No one would ask if he was that famous singer and no one would ask him how he felt.
The psychologists learned better than to ask him what he was feeling. Terrible, Miserable, wish I was dead because there laid my mother, not breathing on the bed... It was his standard response. "Silence is golden..." he said softly, it was the name of his band.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 6:19 pm
Makayla listened to him talk. She couldn't possibly imagine what he was going through. She didn't know all of his story let alone who he really was but she knew enough to know he had been through a lot. At least she had offered help. She wasn't going to force it on him. She thought about her own problem and looked at the watch on her wrist. The "doctors" would be looking for her soon. Wanting to give her her med that made her sleepy and totaly loopy and dangerous. Then they would lock her in her room.
His last words caught her of guard and she blinked at him. She knew who that band was she had heard of them. "So said a band of meaning" she stood from her spot on the couch. "I'll have to take a pill or something soon...doubt you want them to find you..so i'll leave you be...." she paused..she couldn't say she was sorry...she couldn't say "I hope it gets better" so she settled for the truth. "It can only hurt for so long" words from a song in the band he had mentioned.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 7:04 pm
~In the arms of the Angel~
"So long as you have a heart that bleeds," he replied with the next set of words that were in the lyrics before peering at her again, "I might take you up on that offer of a place to hide. If anyone heard me the questions will start..." The boy rose to his feel to follow the girl. The lyrics were an accident as he seemed to spit them out when someone started them. At least he didn't sing the words or have his piercings in anymore. He wasn't allowed to have them as he might harm himself with them.
He had no intentions of harming himself at the moment, especially not with piercings! It would have been stupid to do such a thing under surveillance. At the moment hurting himself was out of the question, is mind only really thinking of if the girl knew what happened to the band's lead singer. Silence is Golden, my old band name... It means more to me now that I'm silent...
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 6:23 am
Shasta was in her room talking to..what supposed to be a young boy.But the docters never saw him or heard him talk.So they just continued on with their work and gave her a shot.She winced in pain from it and shook it off.It was supposed to help her but all it did was make it worse.Now she talked to more then one young boy.She would laugh randomly. They went out of the room and kept the door open so they could watch her sometimes.
"I am shasta,whats your name littleone?"It was all silent now after she spoke.Then in a few seconds she nodded randomly and smiled at the wall.The docters still could not figure out why she is talking to her wall.They figured she was still asleep and didnt take notice.
"Oh... what a nice name.. im sorry i must go to bed now.. please stay if you want.. "She said as she laid back in her bed and closed her eyes.She could feel the covers move and what seemed to be a little boy laid beside her and went to sleep.All she could do was smile as her and the.. "boy" swiftly fell asleep.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 8:43 am
Makayla looked at him a moment as he said the next line to the song. He must really know their songs. She thought. She looked at her watch..she still had about half an hour until she HAD to leave. She was already feeling kind of skittish. She drew her sleeves down around her arms and nodded leading the way out of the game room weaving around people easily. There was something about this boy that seemed familiar but she didn't really remember what it was. She looked both ways down the hall before going on. "one thing I don't care how often you come here just dont let anyone else know...oh and uhm..don't steal my things please." she said her voice low and tired.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 10:22 am
~In the arms of the Angel~
Angel smirked at her, "I wouldn't steal..." he muttered softly following her. As he followed her down the hall his head was tilted down, his black hair sweeping over his face. The only people that came to visit him were his friend and they were permitted to color his hair back to black least the lead singer of their band look like crap. It wasn't like anyone saw him much around the halls anyway, so it didn't really matter.
He followed closely, the occasional person noticing him and staring, starting to whisper, "OMG it's the Angel of death... you know?" called one of the girl.
"You don't mean 'Silence is Golden"'s lead singer?" muttered another one.
"I'm not sure, it looks like him..."whispered the first girl back before they giggled and started at him.
Angel pulled his hand over his ears not wanting the memories to rush back. OMG IT'S ANGEL!!! it was something the fan girls always did before they swarmed around him. The rising fame, no more...
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 12:30 pm
Shasta woke up sweating and breathing hard.She unlocked the door of her room and walked out while she was in a tank top and some silky pants with black bunny slippers.Her hair fell in her eyes as she wrote on her hand some random things.She walkd trying to find her way to the kitchen.She wanted toget out of the dark.She saw the littleboy again and smiled at him."Hello there again.. come to eat aswell?"She said as again no one was there.But she could see him.She continued walking randomly talking every so often.
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