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 Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 11:04 am
 A few shoddy pieces of furniture scattered about an old school television set plus a few tables and chairs set up with a bin in the corner containing decks of cards and various used board games for entertainment. Other than that there is a lot of barren space for the patients to roam about. The chairs are moveable so most would just sit and stare out the windows that looked into the gardens. Patients are allowed to bring other means of entertainment into the area such as music players but the volume must be kept low enough for no one to hear it except the owner of said music player. Doctors and nurses frequent through the area to give medication and call them in to have a daily check-up by either Keillor or another doctor.
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 4:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 5:00 pm
  Her small bag containing just a few dresses, jeans and shirts as well as a bit of makeup weighed a ton to the small girl as she carried it herself up the walkway to the building. She sighed in her small melodic voice and heaved it farther so she just rested in the main entrance of the institution. "Oh my god. It's a dump! Why me mom and dad? I mean really?" She was mainly talking to herself but she very much doubted that the others were not listening to her. She groaned and started to lug the bag back again. Really it wasn't all that big at all but she was a skinny girl with no muscle at all.
Luckily she saw that they only had to go as far as the registration desk before someone took her bag for her and she was directed into the patient lounge. She ran her hands through her soft pale hair and fluffed it lightly. Justine then looked around quickly before she went in through the entry to the lounge. There sat a perfect blonde barbie. The asian girl raised her eyebrows as she took in her full appearance. She looked sweet, kind. Then when she announced that she was going to be the main doctor, Justine's mouth dropped. As much as she believed in female power she was always blown away when she saw a woman in charge.
As she kept watching the doctor she felt a strange warmth going through her. Something she really didn't expect from a place like this. Doctor Keillor's smile erased all the doubts she had. She felt like she would actually become...clean through her. Like she could trust this woman with her darkest secrets. She smiled shyly and took a seat in one of the chairs set up in front of the doctor assuming that was what everyone was supposed to do.  
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 9:53 pm
 "Disgusting. You can't expect me to live in such a putrid environment." Oliver said with an icy sneer as he beheld for the first time the shoddy building that would become his home. "The thought of it disgusts me." He adjusted his already perfect hair and walked gracefully up the stairs to the entrance of the hospital, ahead of the foolish nurses who had picked him up earlier that morning. From the first time he laid eyes on them, he knew they were idiots and he could never be seen with such dull company. This came as no surprise, however, as most people with whom Oliver interacted were idiots. He did have a great level of disdain for the dumpy building, but he would not make a fool of himself by resisting the sentence given to him by the fat idiot judge back where he had come from. He was sentenced to life in this snake pit, and he would serve it, resisting in his own morbid ways.
He entered the filthy building after the nurses had caught up and took a look around. It was worse inside then it had been outside. "This place is a decorator's nightmare." He said, speaking his mind with a scoff at his personal joke at the hospital's expense. The nurses tried to steer him into the lounge, but he was more intent on exploring the halls, silently mocking the decor and checking his reflection in the occasional mirror. The nurses trailed him constantly, loudly insisting that he allow them to escort him to the lounge. Strangely, they never did touch him, as though he were electrified and his mere touch would result in death. It took him a moment to realize they were afraid of him. The thought brought a smile to his face. They know what I did. He realized for the first time. He had known they knew, but he hadn't thought about it until now.
Eventually, he made his way to the lounge, where two people waited. "Excellent turnout we have here," He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He moved to the closest vacant chair, sat, and crossed his legs, allowing the other inhabitants of the room to admire him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 06, 2010 10:42 pm
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Sarah J. Maddox
"Language... has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone."
------------------------------------------------------------------------- × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ × ‡ ☾» Sarah strolled down the hall calmly. Some of the other nurses stopped and stared at her wearing the green nurse uniform and a bunch of different colored green clips/berates in her hair. It was amusing to some, degusting, to other and last but not least disgraceful to the older ones. But in Sarah's head(which may have been screwed on to tight) they were simply jealous she could get away with wearing such things. But Sarah knew what really pissed them off, it was her Green FLATS the other nurses must have wanted to look Professional but what if one of the patients ran for it. Sarah wasn’t just going to let them go. She'd catch him beat him down for making her run and then drag him back no security needed. See Sarah was just as crazy as some of the patients. And most of the nurses knew this so they often stayed out her way as not to anger her. Sarah smiled and ate on a green lollipop when she walked into the lounge. She looked at the ones here so far and couldn’t help but inwardly laugh. 'No matter it'll be full soon enough' she thought amusement showing in her eyes. Sarah nodded to Dr. Kellor who had happened to be an old friend of her Mom and Dad. She of course did not approach the woman and simply leaned on the back wall watching everything. She unlike most nurse’s didn’t have a clipboard. She had read over everyone’s records that was coming to day and remembered their names and faces. She had after all been waiting for this day a whole week. 'New patients mean new test subjects' she thought and slightly dazed off with her lollipop still in her mouth. She looked more like a patient then a nurse at the moment. If it wasn’t for the green outfit most would have thought the girl simply was a patient. 'Hurry up and get here so I can examine the new guinea pigs' she thought impatiently and tapped her finger soundlessly to her arm. But while she waited Sarah's intelligent eyes scanned over the people already here. She was smart enough to know who's way she needed to stay out of's and who not to test on.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 8:41 am
What is this thing you call "normal"!?< >Is it contagious?!? OMG!! Don't touch me!< >I might catch your "ŇǿямąĻ"! A young woman stepped out of a limo. Her long hair fell like a snow white waterfall down her back. Her intense icy metallic blue gaze scanned the building in front of her. She wore a white shot sleeved turtle neck, along with a dark blue skirt, as well as white socks that stopped just above knee high boots. This was Isis Patrice Fayte. Her parents had sent her here, alone of course. Her mother had said goodbye but in a distant manner..her father was still.."unwell." Isis's belongings were pulled out and placed in front of her. She didn't take her gaze off of the building which gave off a grey whispy color by itself. "That's odd" she thought. "Building usually don't have colors". Finally, she looked at her driver. The man had been faithful to her and one of her dearest friends. "Goodbye Joseph" she said in that melodic voice of her's. She embrace the amn once. Then picked up her bags. Isis had amazing strength eventhough it didn't appear as such. Nurses came out just as the limo drove off. "This way" one said while the other took one of her bags. The woman struggled under it's weight. "I got it" Isis spoke again in that lovely voice of her's. Isis followed them in.
The building was nothing like the five star hotels Isis was used to. Sure the place was large but it wa snto well kept. THinking of hotels she had a flash of a memory concerning her father. "Unwell indeed" she muttered with an un-identifiable emotion. The nurses looked at each other and Isis pretended not to notice the look nor the pale green of uncertaintly that rang off of them as they murmured hushed tones. Finally, she dropped her things in some sort of room and followed after then. "We are now going to the Patient's Lounge" one said. Isis nodded still looking around. They came to a room and the two nurses stpped. It became apparent that she was to go on alone. Isis entered. Her intense, icy, metallic blue gaze scanned over the people present. She heard the head doctor, now revealed as Jasmin Keller speak. Isis noted there was a guy with brown colored hair that was done perfectly, the perfection in this seemed out fo place in this drab area; an girl with soft brown hair and another girl with black hair an a whole lot of green on, were present. Isis sat down among them waiting for the others. She glanced out of the window. "What have I gotten myself into?" she thought. "There is nothing wrong with me" 
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 9:57 pm
[My time on my laptop is limite right now. I will post when I have the chance which won't be often. Sorry.]
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 7:03 pm
{{Aww so no one is going to post. emo I'll be angry if this guild dies. Its not an rp so it DEFINATELY shouldn't!}}
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Most Unnatural Perversion
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 11:40 pm
[still waiting for my profile to be approved sad ]
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 10:04 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 10:14 am
Justine looked around as the others started to enter the lounge. Only two other patients besides herself entered the room and a new nurse that looked...well looked more like she should be in the institution as a patient rather than one of the people who was supposed to be helping them. The small girl pursed her lips and ventured a glance at the other two. A perfect pretty boy who looked as if he thought he was God's gift to women. She rolled her eyes at his vanity then turned to the other girl. An amazing blond girl. She looked as if she shouldn't be there at all. It made Justine wonder just what it was that brought her here but some how she could not bring herself to speak to them.
You see, Justine was in her usual sweet self mood. It was not like a personality disorder just something she chose to do when she was feeling scared and insignificant. She was sure she would open up soon though and become the fun loving party girl that she was. That seductive little creature she knew herself to be. She sighed though. It didn't look as if she would be getting any action around here. Considering she was sure that there were more girl's here than guys. Not that she minded a little girl on girl action occasionally (especially when she was tripping on E) but she much preferred to have a man with her.
She flipped her light brown hair off of her shoulder and turned her attention back to the Doctor as she spoke to them. Again Justine was taken aback by this woman and her intense kindness that she gave out towards them. When she said that they should converse amongst themselves though, Justine simply brought her knees up to her chest and folded herself into a ball on her chair.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 10:49 am
Recorded butterflies in the twilight
Sneak out the closet
Memories are so kind, they're cruel
Quietly stealing the magic
From my view
I'm in a unawakening dream alone  "Itai! Oh I think I ripped my tights again!" Jessbella rubbed her thigh as she got to her feet. That was the third time today that she had fallen over and put the second rip in her pale violet tights. Her small, white ballets flats made no sound as she walked the hallways trying to straighten herself out before she made it into the patient's lounge.
As much as Jessabella was your typical girly girl, she was also the most kindest person you would ever meet. She genuinely cared for the wellness and health of people even if sometimes she did come off as a bit of a fake. I suppose that would be because you would never ever think to believe that a person like this actually existed. The girl straightened her light green dress and pulled her white gloves on. Her straight brown hair was pulled back in a loose braid and ended just above her bottom. She walked into the lounge and smiled brightly, "Sorry I'm so late Doctor." She gestured down to her tights with a sheepish grin and turned to see that the other patients had arrived. Her smile turned into one of pure sorrow at the thought of what these patients had to go through to get to his point in their lives.  Stay with me tonight
So these tears can shine in the sky
Stay with me tonight
Drops of diamonds pour down
Reflect my eyes
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 2:05 pm
✥Le n or aM ic h e lle Al y n ca ste r✥ 
A deep blue Honda rolled to a stop in front of a large building. A brunette man in his late forties stepped out and opened the passenger door. He said a few words to the passenger and she slowly stepped out from the vehicle. The young lady had long dark copper hair that fell in waves down her back. She wore a white chiffon blouse with a lacy white skirt and sneakers. It was a decent outfit...yet mismatched. The girl stared blankly at the building in front of her. She clutched a small old fashioned suitcase of her belongings in her arms. She didn't bring much...the suitcase was practically empty except for the numerous pages of compositions and some clothes.
"Lenora, they can help you. Go on." Her father urged, his British accent was clearly audible. Lenora nodded once and that was the extent of their glorious conversation. Two nurses escorted her into the building. It broke his heart seeing her daughter walk away like that. But she needed help and those regular doctors were useless when it came to the field of psychiatry. He was glad when he found this place. It was close to home and it seemed like her only hope.
One of the nurses tried to take her suitcase to the patient's room. Leny pulled back and shook her head. No...No... She thought. She was very protective of her compositions. It was a collection of her thoughts, ideas and memories. Those compositions were her way of keeping a diary. It would be rude for someone to read her diary..."No, can't touch. The notes will disappear. They will disappear. No. Don't touch. Can't read it." She said, her message was comprehensible...but poorly structured. The nurses decided it was best for the girl to hold on to her belongings. They didn't want their newest patient to have a mental breakdown on the day of her arrival. The second nurse took the lead this time and took Lenora to the patient's lounge. Lenora looked around cautiously.
Leny's number one rule upon entering a foreign land: Check for cameras. Blue eyes inspected the lounge. There were no visible cameras...at least none that she could see. She hated the fact that there was always somebody watching her. How about some privacy people? She walked further into the lounge and proceeded to check rule number two: Monitor those around you and check for suspicious actions. Apparently she was a bit late. She arrived right after Doctor Keillor gave her mini speech. The elegant blonde Doctor was speaking to a nurse with green stuff all over her body. There was an Asian girl, a girl with platinum hair, another nurse, and a very well-dressed man. The redhead stood there awkwardly clutching her suitcase. She was silently monitoring the actions of her future "room mates". You can never be too safe.
♥ ♫ ♬ ♪ ♩ ♪ ♩ ♫ ♭ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪ ♩♭ ♪ ♥ Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. ~Victor Hugo
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 3:16 pm
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