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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:32 am
Table of Contents: I: Story and Explanation II: General RulesIII: Character Skeletons and RulesIV: The Arc SystemV: Current Arc and LyricsVI: Characters----------------------------------------------- I.Story and Explanation Here at the Asylum for Wayward Girls, we pledge to take good care of your daughters, friends, and wives. We have pills for everything that ails them, be it obsession, possession, aggression, indiscretion, depression, or whatever other sorts of maladies that may be afflicting your loved ones. We make it our life’s work to keep these women out of regular society so that you may live your lives peacefully and without the corruption that they will subject you to. Our facility is stocked with state-of-the-art electroshock machines and other amazing contraptions to better aid these troubled women. Just sign the papers, and relinquish them into our care; they haven’t any souls, so they oughtn’t mind. This roleplay is based off of Emile Autumn’s album “Fight Like a Girl”, which tells the tale of a Victorian insane asylum for women, the horrible things that the doctors do to the patients, and the eventual uprising that occurs as a result. During the Victorian era, women were believed to be insane for the most obscure reasons. The women were often tortured, and because medical knowledge was not what it is today, they were subjected to horribly painful procedures that could kill them, even. This was all in the name of medicine and science, though, and since women were considered the inferior sex at the time, the doctors had no mercy for their patients. While having heard any of the songs is not necessary, it may help to further understand the subject matter if you have it a listen. Emilie is explicit on the subject and wove a harrowing tale with her music.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:33 am
II.General Rules:
1.) This is supposed to be a dark, twisted roleplay, so be prepared.
2.) Posts must consist of, at the very minimum, a 5-8 sentence paragraph including interaction and plot progression.
3.) Let me know if you are going to be absent for extended periods. If you do not warn me and are gone for an excessive amount, your patient will die as a result of the “treatment” or your doctor will be fired.
4.) No godmodding, power-playing, Mary-Sues, or any other annoying roleplay taboos.
5.) There should be no romance whatsoever; the doctors nor patients find each other appealing in any way.
6.) Make somewhat of an effort to be literate. If you do not have Firefox or Google Chrome, type your post up in a program that does have spell-check prior to posting it.
7.) Characters will more than likely die, but do not abuse this.
8.) I don’t reserve spots, per say. I will hold a spot until you get your skeleton in, but this will not guarantee you the spot. I always choose quality skeletons above ones turned in quickly.
9.) All skeletons must be PMed to me.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:35 am
III.Characters:
The rules on the character skeleton are more or less guidelines on the characters.
If you are confused as to what “illness” a patient could possibly be afflicted with, scroll down to the lyrics section and read the lyrics I posted there. The song covers how the public views mental illness and possible reasons why the women would be institutionalized.
I myself will be playing the eventual leader of the rebellion and the head doctor so that I can regulate the larger events of the roleplay more accurately.
Patients:
All patients are to be female, varying in ages from teens to elderly. I would prefer interesting reasons for them to be institutionalized. (Emilie’s band were “institutionalized” for being a lesbian, believing they’re a pirate captain, and being a cannibal, to give you an idea.) All of the women are broken and lost hope that someone will come to save them. They all fear and hate the doctors.
I will only be accepting up to five patients.
::Skeleton::
Name:
Age:
Years Committed:
Ailment:
Appearance: (No picture links, only words)
History:
Doctors:
The doctors are all men. They have no compassion for the women in the asylum; they truly believe them to be soulless beings that are closer to animals than humans. The experiments and treatments they conduct are inhumane, possibly even causing death to those it’s supposed to “help”. Some may even find joy in taunting and tormenting the women.
I will only be accepting up to three doctors.
::Skeleton::
Name:
Age:
Years Working at the Asylum:
Specialty: (Electroshock, chemical therapy, ect)
Appearance: (No picture links, only words)
History:
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:39 am
IV. Arc System:
Since the roleplay is based off of an album, I will be basing the various "chapters" of the songs from Fight Like a Girl. It will not be exactly like the songs, but more or less guidance for what will transpire.
Below, you will find the lyrics to the current arc and a brief description of the main plot points we well be covering.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 9:41 am
V.Current Arc and Lyrics:
What Will I Remember?
Take the Pill
Girls, Girls, Girls!:
Step right up
We bring to you the finest entertainment
And I am pleased to be your humble servant
Accept our hospitality, indulge in abnormality
Step right up
We've something here for everyone's enjoyment
I do this as a gift, not for employment
A portrait of insanity, approached with pure humanity
Come see our girls, crazy girls
If you're willing to be thrilled, this is a hell of a ride
Those girls, crazy girls
They're hot, they're nuts, they're suicidal
Tickets cheap, it's a crime
And they're half price after 4 o' clock, so toss us a dime
To see these lovely freaks of nature for a limited time
Come see the girls, girls, girls
Some of them are really quite attractive as you see
Some are truly hideous, I'm sure that you'll agree
While others still look rather quite a lot like you and me
But you mustn't let them fool you, just one more rule
You shouldn't look this one too long in the eye
And that one, let's just keep walking by
These ain't no ordinary girls, and we've a steady supply
Grab another cup of tea, and follow me
To see our girls, crazy girls
If you're willing to be thrilled, this is a hell of a ride
Those girls, crazy girls
They're hot, they're nuts, they're suicidal
Tickets cheap, it's a crime
And they're half price after 4 o' clock, so toss us a dime
To see these lovely freaks of nature for a limited time
Come see the girls, girls, girls
Now, has anybody any clever questions for your guide
For a penny more, go on and ask, we have nothing here to hide.
Quiet down! You, sir
If insanity's primarily a femininish malady,
And no one's doubting that for it's a scientific fact,
Then according to the medics, are they faultier genetics?
Are they born with this disease, or is it something they contract?
It has all to do with reproductive organs
Which are naturally unstable in a dame
You see from lunar, we have, lunacy and lunatic and loony
And they're always ovulating by the cycle of the moony
I have a question
Has any patient ever been released
Would you send her home if her bizarre behavior would decrease?
For the good of our society, they oughtn't reproduce
So while they may pretend propriety, we'll never let them loose
Come see the girls, crazy girls
If you're willing to be thrilled, this is a hell of a ride
Those girls, crazy girls
They're hot, they're nuts, they're suicidal
Tickets cheap, it's a crime
And they're half price after 4 o' clock, so toss us a dime
To see these lovely freaks of nature for a limited time
Come see the girls, girls, girls
Some are born mad
Some achieve madness
Some have madness thrust upon them
This is the real thing my friends, guaranteed 100 percent, authentic, mentally-ill
Except no imitations
For a little extra on the side, you can arrange
For a slightly more intimate encounter, wink wink
For a tuppence, just a tuppence, a handful of pills to feed the inmates
We've got pills for depression, obsession, aggression, possession, indiscretion,
There's a bloody pill for everything nowadays!
How big is a lady's brain?
It's really very, very small, a simple thought is quite a strain
This seems just a bit inhumane
It's just a simple little shock, it doesn't cause her any pain
They're really more like animals than people
Which has been proven haven't any souls at all.
The only bits that aren't inferior are bosom and posterior
And these are only useful in a seedy music hall
They don't bite, well she might
I say this one does look hungry tonight
So get your picture with an inmate
But be sure she's locked up tight
They're practically wild sir
Protect your child sir
They can't recall the taste of freedom
They're just happy if we feed them
So point and laugh, it isn't bad
They oughtn't mind because they're mad!
If you haven't got a dime, toss us your pearls
You're welcome to enjoy
Our girls, crazy girls
If you're willing to be thrilled, this is a hell of a ride
Those girls, crazy girls
They're hot, they're nuts, they're suicidal
Tickets cheap, it's a crime
And they're half price after 4 o' clock, so toss us a dime
To see these lovely freaks of nature for a limited time
I've got a lot more words to say, but I just can't make them rhyme
So ladies, let this be a lesson to you, keep your hair uncut
Your corsets tight, your morals high
Your knitting neat, your yappers shut
This is what comes of over-educating,
mentally over-stimulating,
too much serious conversating,
organized religion-hating,
sinful over-copulating,
marriage without pro-creating,
girl-on-girl caught lesbiating,
she was caught while masturbating,
they all mind manipulating,
chronically hallucinating,
certainly there's no debating,
some we just find fascinating,
women's rights facilitating,
independent thought creating,
she just may be complicating,
get your money out we're waiting
To see those
Girls!
Girls!
Girls!
I Don’t Understand
We Want Them Young
If I Burn
Scavenger
Gaslight
The Key
Fight Like a Girl
Time for Tea/Hell is Empty
Good Night, Sweet Ladies
Start Another Story
One Foot in Front of the Other
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:03 am
VI. Characters:
Name: Lucille "Lucy" George
Age:33
Years Committed:15
Ailment: Talking to flies and claiming they talk back as well as protesting the for women's rights.
Appearance: Lucille is extremely thin, to the point that her ribs are visible. It's as a result of malnourishment from the doctors. Her cheeks are shallow and her once vibrant green eyes are sullen and dark. She has spider-like hands and willowy limbs.
Her hair is coarse and pale orange, nearly strawberry blonde. She hasn't seen sunlight in fifteen years, so her skin is extremely pale. She almost looks like a ghost.
History: Lucille was a well-read and educated child. She was the only heir to her father's textile fortune and the apple of her mother's eye. Lucille was spoiled by her mother, having had harpsichord lessons by 5. Her father, on the other hand, had always wanted a boy, and secretly resented the fact that he had a girl.
At ten, her mother passed, so she was left in the care of her father. He tried to mold her into a marriageable girl whom some businessman would want to marry, but she resisted her father's will and did not become a proper woman.
In fact, her mother's death had a serious impact on her. She soon understood that women were not valued members of society and wanted to do something about it. Most of her protests were non-violent, but at eighteen, she assaulted the owner of a prestigious mill for his treatment of women.
Her father wanted nothing more to do with her after this, so he sent Lucille to the asylum.
Name: Arthur Fergus
Age: 47
Years Working at the Asylum: 20
Specialty: Arthur is the head doctor, so he dabbles in everything.
Appearance: Arthur is tall and imposing. His face is strong, with a bulbous nose and a square jaw. His limbs are thick and solid, like oak.
With thick, salt-and-pepper hair cropped short, he often is regarded as looking distinguished. His skin is a healthy peach tone, though his dark eyes seem so cruel and unforgiving.
He walks with a slight limp, which he got in a hunting accident.
History:Many years ago, Arthur may have been a different man, a caring man, even. He came to the asylum as a younger man, having just graduated medical school. His family worked hard to afford his schooling, so he appreciated his fine education and the chance to get a well-paying job.
At first, he was appalled by how the patients were treated. Were the women truly insane? The other doctors assured him that the treatments were making progress and the women were improving and that they needed such help. But, years of working there, years of having the women threaten and attempt to assault him had hardened him.
Arthur became the head doctor after five years of employment there. He no longer was the same man who may have cared for his patients.
These women, they taught him that they really no better than animals.
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