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 Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 4:25 pm
 Just what it says. However it is just one big mass room with beds lined up on the sides and in the middle back to back. They are not moveable and small enough for only one person to fit on...that is unless you are anorexic. The beds themselves are just cast-iron frames and nothing fancy at all. The sheets are clean but look as if they were bought from a second hand-shop and have been used for a long period of time. Patients have one chest each at the foot of the bed for their clothing and personal belongings. If what they brought does not full fit into the chest whatever does fit is kept and whatever doesn't fit is thrown out immediately upon arrival. The walls are brick and painted a light blue color. It has three large windows that are completely barred in with no means of escape what so ever. Lights are turned off from the Doctor's room.
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 1:42 pm
What is this thing you call "normal"!?< >Is it contagious?!? OMG!! Don't touch me!< >I might catch your "ŇǿямąĻ"! Isis looked at the blonde docotr as she addressed her statement. The woman's colors were a hazy, sickeningly pink color. There was an underlining current but once more Isis could not firmly grasp onto it. She rose with the other's and headed to their "rooms". The large room consisted of rows of beds. Isishad been told about the whole "nothing kept unless fitting in the trunk" ordeal earlier(her parents had gotten the information how she didn't know), so Isis only had what she needed. She chose a bed by one of the three large windows in the room. Apparently the "chemically unbalanced" were to sleep in seperate quarters, away from the "druggies." Isis laid out her stuff placing her cases ontop of the chest. She waited for the others to see what would occur. Isis sat in a spread in indian stle on her bed. She then pulled out a hair ribbon and pulled her snow white tressed up in one liquid, smooth motion. Her bangs hung around her face even as she pulled up the rest of her hair ina messy pony-tail. 
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 7:50 am
✥Le n or aM ic h e lle Al y n ca ste r✥ 
Apparently social hour was over and it was time for the patients to get settled in their rooms. The substance abusers were separated from the people society labeled as "crazy". Lenora's mother never agreed with that term. "Crazy" was simply another term for "creative". You can't generate any good ideas if your mind is chained inside a little box. Unfortunately, her "creativity" was too intense and it eventually ended her life. Genetics was powerful and she inherited the disoriented mind mind of her mother's.
Lenora followed nurse Sarah down the hallway, up the stairs and into what is known as "The Mental Patient's Room". She walked slowly and trailed far behind the nicely decorated nurse so she could check the hallways and the staircase for cameras and any other spying device. Unfortunately, she did find a few, but that was expected. All buildings had cameras. Leny cringed at that thought. The thought of being constantly watched by the government was...disgusting. There were no solid evidence that the government actually watched her, it was simply her paranoia. She stepped inside the room and immediately felt a wave of panic. The beds were placed side by side with absolutely no curtains or doors in between. She would literally be sleeping in public. Her fellow crazies would be able to watch her every move...
They'll kill you in your sleep! Leny looked around the empty room. The only other person in here was the white haired girl. She seemed nice...Don't trust her!. She needed to find the perfect bed...away from the rest...isolated. But that didn't exist. Every bed was bolted to the floor and completely exposed for the rest of the world to see. Soon, this place will be filled with weirdos. Remember that red haired girl from before? Yeah...she's coming... Leny spun around and looked around for the other patients. No one...yet. She looked at the beds but couldn't decide which one to pick. This one! By the white haired girl? No...Yeah! Push her out! Smash her head on the glass! No...I can't. Leny fought with the voices, something she did often. They told her ridiculous things and she always believed them, like now. She reluctantly walked over to the bed beside the girl and sat down. Good girl. Remember to kill her before she kills you. Lenora shook her head and covered her ears with her hands but that only made them talk louder. They yelled and screamed. "Stop talking. Leave me alone." She said, revealing her British accent for the first time since she arrived.
♥ ♫ ♬ ♪ ♩ ♪ ♩ ♫ ♭ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪ ♩♭ ♪ ♥ Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. ~Victor Hugo
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:37 pm
hαямσηy mitchεℓℓsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx°o.O °o.O°o.O °o.O°o.O °o.O°o.O °o.O°o.O °o.O°o.O °o.O  The hallways seemed..well, creepy. She wasn't going to lie to herself and say that they were okay. Har was not going to be able to deal without walking with a lollipop. Lollipops. Were they allowed off campus at any time? She wondered because if not she was going to die. The figures were going to come and kill her. That wouldn't be good. She wouldn't be able to fulfill the rest of her life. She wanted to grow old and do more things than the few things she had done in her life. She followed the nurse until she reached the section designated theirs.Only a few had decided to enter in and those two were sitting on the bed. They had already decided. Harmony was fine wherever she slept, but she just didn't want people talking to her.Not safe.
She made her way to the outskirts in the back. Back meaning near the wall. She rolled her suitcases over to the bed and went to put them in the trunk. If not, then she would ditch the furniture and then keep the clothes and things in it. Slowly, she picked up each of the three suitcases and placed them in the trunk. Nope. They weren't fitting. Only the top one was the one that didn't fit. Harmony grew tired of doing this so she sat on the bed swinging her legs and licking her lollipop. She would unpack stuff later. She was too fascinated by the two roommates. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxαs iηsαηε αs iηsαηε cαη bε
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 2:21 pm
What is this thing you call "normal"!?< >Is it contagious?!? OMG!! Don't touch me!< >I might catch your "ŇǿямąĻ"! Isis glanced out the window. The landscape was lovely and the day was bright. It contrasted so much with this...place, was as nice a word as she could come up with. She heard a sound sound and turned her icy, metallic blue gaze back into the room. The quiet auburn hair colored girl had taken the bed next to her, how Isis had missed this transition as beyond her. The girl covered her ears and spoke revealing her place of origin. No one had spoke in this room yet, though they could hear the speech of the rehab patience with these paper thin walls. "Is she hearing voices?" Isis wondered. She stilled sat indian style on her bed but she turned and slid closer to the girl's direction. Isis had been raised to handle any situation, plus her shifting personality sometimes had benefits. "Hey" she murmured in that melodic voice of her's. Isis's tone held a soothing note in it. "I'm right here. Are you okay?".
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Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2010 3:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 4:01 pm
✥Le n or aM ic h e lle Al y n ca ste r✥
Lenora was mumbling something incomprehensible when the white haired princess spoke up. Her tone was soothing and genuinely sympathetic. Her voice was soft, sweet, and melodic. Something about that combination appealed to her. The music in her voice flowed through Lenora's ears and calmed the voices inside. The girl didn't say much, only seven words. Words hardly mattered to Leny. It was the pitch of the voice and the quality of the tone that mattered. Her voice was beautiful...almost magical as it chased away her demons. The voices died down. It was a dull hum in the background and easy for her to ignore. She slowly looked up and stared deep into the girl's metallic blue eyes.
"Oh yes, yes I'm perfectly fine. Fine and dandy. Perfectly okay. The music chased the people away." She offered the girl an awkward smile. "You needn't worry about me."
Another voice. Not as melodic. Familiar...yet different. She turned to see the violent red haired girl from before enter the room. She suddenly felt a wave of fear that quickly turned into confusion. The girl was giggling childishly and talking about stars. She then snuggled with her Hatter doll. What just happened? But seeing as this was a mental facility, personality shifts were expected. Just like how she, herself, shifted from shy and calm to utterly paranoid to somewhat sociable.
She looked around and saw a new brunette sitting in the back. She was quiet but acted like a child. She was swinging her legs and licking a lollipop.
Lenora suddenly felt talkative. She extended her hand at the white haired girl and introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Lenora Alyncaster." She then waved at everyone else.
♥ ♫ ♬ ♪ ♩ ♪ ♩ ♫ ♭ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♪ ♩♭ ♪ ♥ Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. ~Victor Hugo
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 5:30 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 5:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 8:13 pm
hαямσηy mitchεℓℓsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx°o.O °o.O°o.O °o.O°o.O °o.O°o.O °o.O°o.O °o.O°o.O °o.O People. What a fascinating thing. Scratch that. They are an fascinating entity. She could not believe how odd the could be like the girl who was talking to a doll. She was the weird one who came in with a straight jacket and everything. Har wondered if it was safe if they were in the same room as her. She wondered if she was safe in a place like this. Harmony finished her lollipop before breaking out another one from her pack of dum-dums. She had a whole suitcase of them. She wasn't sure how long she was going to stay here and how many she was going to need. She popped one into her mouth before getting up and walking around the room searching for a trash can. Were they allowed one of those? Or did they think that was a hazard to them?
She just stuffed it into her pocket before walking back to her bed. Harmony pulled off her band aids and examined the scrathes that she had made. They still burned so they weren't healed all the way yet, but at least they weren't bleeding. Awkwwardly Har raised her hand hoping a nurse or someone would see her. "Could I get some band aids please," she whispered so barely anyone could hear her. Half of her wanted to be noticed, but the other half wished she could just disappear and no one would look at her. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxαs iηsαηε αs iηsαηε cαη bε
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