Hello, and welcome to Haven Asylum. For years we've been building, and working to make sure our Asylum is the best place to send your loved ones. We guarantee a comfortable stay within our solid walls and are impossible to escape from. So don't worry about your friends, or family members managing to run away into the wilderness that surrounds our building!
We are aware that lately Asylums have been pretty low on the Governments list of things to build, but we here at Haven are self run! Our creator, Mr. Evans has personally funded us. He's such a great guy, unfortunately you won't be able to meet him today, he's rather busy making sure all our occupants are comfortable!
Shall we begin to tell you how things run here? For starters, all occupants are able to have three meals a day. Their rooms are quite nice with comfortable beds and room to put their belongings. We don't allow outside contact as part of our therapy, but you are allowed to stop by and get progress reports from us, as well as tapes or photos of them. Just so you know they're doing well! Our therapy is group oriented. They will make tons of friends here, and soon learn more about themselves.
Haven is here for your loved ones! So why wait? Here are the registration forms!
Inspiration: Old RP. Genre: Horror, Action, Thriller, Possible romance, Misc. OOC notes: This RP is still U/C. Posts will be made prettier soon. PM me if you have any questions. This is a sorta-alternate universe style roleplay where you'd expect the government to have more power than they do in present day. *Note: This isn't a rp for typical "horror" scenarios. It is filed under Horror due to the nature of young people being trapped in the asylum that was said to be enjoyable in nature.
Unfortunately, the workers of Haven aren't as honest and happy-go-lucky as they put off. As soon as occupants are led through the doors they're stripped of all personal effects and given new clothes to wear. Each piece of clothing has the words "Haven Asylum" and a four digit number sewn over the heart of the shirt. The back of the shirt reads: PATIENT. These outfits are white scrubs, and can feel itchy to most people.
The rooms are concrete rooms with two beds that aren't as comfortable as they were made to seem. There is no handle on the doors, they push out instead and can be locked from the outside, or by computer. A camera sits in the corner of the room, taking watch over everything that happens. The rooms have been designed to be empty of sharp edges, and corners. Even the floor is padded. The walls however, are not. Rooming arrangements change frequently and occupants are forced to meet a new roommate constantly.
The only thing that appears to be true is the three meals a day. They're run on a tight schedule, and occupants are occasionally forced to eat if the supervisors notice they haven't been taking their meals. Meals, which aren't luxurious. Most of the time they're: Breakfast: Toast, juice, eggs, and an apple. Lunch: Corn dogs or salad with water. Dinner: Pizza, cheese or pepperoni with a coke.
The occupants are left alone, doors to freedom are locked and held in place by modern technology, only allowing them to be opened by computer. The windows are thick panes that only show the forest of the world outside. Supervisors only come out to put and end to fights, or unruly patients. Other than that, it's like a nightmare hotel where patients walk around alone, but watched closely by camera.
I try to be easy on the rules but some things have to be said no matter what.
x. PM me all profiles. x. Keep cyber out of the thread, do what you need to in PMs. x. Don't godmoad, you aren't the greatest, please don't treat us all like peasants. x. Be respectful to each other OOCly, and mark OOC with brackets. x. All speech much be posted in " " and all actions as normal, no asterisks. x. Posts are expected to be paragraph length, no one lines. x. Please make appealing posting formats, these will need to include: -A picture or Gif of your character (Real Life). -Your characters name. -A literate post (duh) -Other additions are optional. -Your characters role. x. I run this RP, and expect to be listened to when it comes down to having to be bossy. x. No overly emotional characters. Don't make your char so depressed that they are impossible to RP with. x. Real life pictures/gifs for your character are allowed to be actors/models. Just no one tooooo famous, ya'feel? Ex: Johnny Depp, Leo DiCaprio, Megan Fox, etc. x. No pictures of overly scene/gothic/whatever people. x. I can add or change things to this as it comes. x. Quote people when you post so they know you're talking to them. x. If you need any help don't be afraid to ask. x. Title your profiles "Haven" x. You aren't expected to post daily, but don't go over 1 week without a post. Please. :3.
Here is where you will find documentation you need to fill out in order to be admitted. This is also where you can see other summaries of patient files. PM ME IF YOU HAVE AN IDEA FOR A ROLE THAT YOU'D LIKE INSTEAD OF ONE LISTED.
There are no open roles in this Roleplay currently. Apologies. Female Spots: 0. Male Spots: 0.
The Addict. | Captain Pantie | The Manipulator. | Star Stealing Giirl | The Attempted Suicide. | KuroShiroBara | Anger Management Boy. | Tweeterbri | The Schizophrenic. | Doom Me Baby | The Compulsive Liar. | PandyFaced |
PM me all Profiles. Real Life Pics only. Use my coding please (At least for the main part, you can do colors however). See completed profiles for examples. At least 5 sentences for the bio.
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Danny James Lane||Compulsive Liar.||PandyFaced ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
Seventeen||5'11||146. Pansexual.||❤ Himself.
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Danny was born to an average family. There wasn't much excitement in his life so at a young age he began to make it for himself. He started creating incredible stories, telling people different things about who he was, and where he was from. As he aged, he found use for his new talent when it came to explaining to teachers why he didn't complete his homework or telling girlfriends where he 'was'.
Danny started to become full of himself. He tricked people so much that he grew to think of himself as smarter than everyone. Danny fell in love with himself, and found he had no time to deal with anyone else's problems. This caused failure in lots of his relationships. His parents began to take note, and even though it wasn't what his mother wanted, Danny's father heard about Haven, and had him admitted.
Danny has lived here for a year and has a good understanding of how things work. He's always advised to take a newcomer under his wing, but he never does.
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Danny is and has always been a liar. He'll lie to anyone about anything. It gives him joy and brings him a sense of peace. He isn't the best guy to hang out with, but he'll at least pretend to care about the problems of other people sometimes. Other times, he'll come off as incredibly rude and blunt. He isn't scared to be "honest" with people and tell them exactly what he thinks of them. Danny loves to play games with other patients since there is nothing else to do here.
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Four Digit Number:#2086 Time in Asylum:A year. Admitted by:Father. Lying, Reading, Eating fruit, Laying down, Snooping.>Getting caught, Crying, Falling, Dad. David Cook - Lie to Me.
18||4'11 ||90 lbs Straight||❤ No Romantic Interest Yet.
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Biography:Lilike lived like another other person. She went to school, listened to music, and was a little rebellious. What was different was that she was depressed and suicidal. Her brother died when she turned 16 and ever since then she's been trying to take her own life. She's been hospitalized many times in the past two years and has more scars from self-harm then she can count. Since her parent's didn't know how to deal with their 'insane' child they sent her to Haven Asylum so she could get help, thinking that having her there would help. What they didn't know was that it was only making her worse.
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Personality:Slightly anti-social, afraid of being judged, care-free when you get to know her, rebellious, imaginative, and easily triggered.
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Four digit number: 5654 Time in Asylum:Two months Admitted by: Dr. Barrons Character's Likes>Sharp things >Sunlight >Her scars Character's Dislikes.>Feeling caged >Her scars' healing >Small spaces Theme song:Trading Yesterday: Shattered
Ryan Wanes||Anger Management (Boy)||Tweeterbri ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
Eighteen||5'6 ||Character's Weight. Straight as a Board..(Asexual) ||❤ Not interested..
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Ryan was born on October 6th to his parents in Ohio. A state that people know as small and one that is in his opinion rarely unchanging and uneventful. While it is documented that the patient never really had any sort of family or life issues that could of spurred his temperamental attitudes they also blamed his parents. The couple were hard workers and spent a lot of their time discussing their jobs. Though once the business talk was settled in the family merely split off and sat amongst themselves. Content to just smother themselves in their own worlds so to speak instead of enjoy a movie or something corny in that nature.
His lack of "social time" with parents is what his doctor told him was the cause. But if any one ever stopped to ask his opinion he would say something along the lines of "I just don't like you people."... Ryan had an old soul and trying to fit in with this new generation left him uninterested and disgusted soo..he took to telling people off and showing his peers how stupid they are. While he thinks he is doing society a favor he is really just being a bully and eventually his anger landed him in the institute for boys. A temporary prison that he had been sent to after beating a fellow class mate for trying to fondle a younger student in the locker room. I mean, its down right nasty to just do something like that in public if at all! For christs sake!
After his case was argued however his parents were forced to face the ugly truth. Ryan had an issue and it needed to be resolved. They started out small, with anger management classes and psychiatrists but eventually he found a way around them. At some point people thought he had multiple personality disorder seeing as how he could switch from happy to down right furious in a moments notice so they put him under a study. Through the blur it was decided he come here. To the Heaven's Asylum for help in controlling his need to shoot people down from the sky as his teacher told him once.
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Ryan at first glance appears to just be that day dreaming boy sitting at the back of the lunch room lost in his music. But if you prod, over step your boundaries, touch, cry, etc..he usually grows frustrated. Its hard to keep him as a close friend considering he has a rather blunt way of putting his opinions. Disbelieving in sugar coating things and as people know its hard to find someone who appreciates the cold hard truth. His parents sort of wish they could say that he wasn't of violent tendencies but that would be lying and lying is ugly. If pushed enough he will snap on you with a well deserved punch to the face so keep your space. On a good note however, once the teen has grown use to a peer or worked past what he finds is flaws he can be a rather decent person. Enjoys watching the only TV channel in this place. Likes to sit outside and just relish in nature and has a wicked right leg when playing soccer. Jealous, clever, imaginative, and paranoid also describe this boy. But...all hope is not lost right?
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#0982 Forever! (A year and two weeks..) Admitted by: Principle Smith...cliché name he thought. (He started the idea..) Trance Music - Grey Clouds - Mythology - Honey - The color Red >Being touched - Fakes - Human nature - Crying (or being caught crying) - Wet Clothes Let It Go - The Neighborhood
Charlie (Actually it's Charlotte) Ann Jones ||The Addict||Captain Pantie ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
Seventeen||5,5 ||115 Pansexual||❤ No one yet
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Charlotte lived with her mother for most of her life, her father leaving when she was two. There were always conflict between the two parents. Her father was a downbeat drug addict who couldn't keep a job to take care of himself, let alone a family. She remarried years later when Charlotte was 10. Her father kept in touch, writing a letter once a year, if she was lucky. On the bright side, she grew up and was being raised by her wonderful mother and pleasant step-father. In high school, she was an A student and on her way to the honors roll. She knew to get away and make herself her own life she would have to get an education. Traveling the world would cost money and a good paying job wouldn't hurt. When she was 15 she got a summer side job as a waitress in a little restaurant close to where her father lived. It brought the opportunity to spend some time with him, since he had been clean for eight months now.
Charlotte packed her things and moved in with her father, settling in fast. It was awkward for a while, but things got easier and she made good money at her job. It wasn't soon after this that she met a boy. One who she can't remember the name of now..In the heat of the summer, she fell in teenage stupid love with him. The only bad part about this being that this boy was into all sorts of things from, marijuana to more of the class A drugs like Ecstasy and Meth amphetamines. He used to say that he was just looking for a way to fly and didn't care about the consequences.
Being a love struck girl she was, she tried some of them and, to her surprised, enjoyed the ultimate high that she got. The more she did with her prince the more she needed daily. Sometimes, she even got it from her so called "clean" father. This is all how "Charlie" was born. To cope with the side effects that these drugs gave her, she altered her personality. As soon as she moved back with her mother, they could tell straight away that something was wrong. Charlotte's grades began to take a dive for the worse, and her attitude towards them was usually aggressive and aggravated. Her mother eventually found a few Ecstasy pills in her purse and here she is now. As Charlie, not Charlotte.
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To describe Charlotte's personality would be to describe two completely different people. On one hand, Charlotte is the shy and cautious A student who, like her mother intended, succeeds in almost everything she attempts. She is a sweetheart with a caring instinct and likes to think of others before herself. Charlie, on the other hand, is loud and carefree, basically an airhead. Feeling the need to be the center of attention in most situations. She's outgoing and usually flirty to anyone. Charlie speaks her mind and isn't afraid to not give a crap about what is going on with other people's lives.
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Twenty||5'5 ||120 lbs Bi-Sexual.||❤ The Manipulator.
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Bella-Rose was born into a small family in South Carolina. Her family was loving and caring, her mother took care of her as a stay at home mom while her father had an amazing paying job. Growing up, Bella-Rose was a good child, with good grades. For the most part there was nothing wrong with her, she hit all her mile stones and even proved to be top of her class until high school. Mixing with the wrong crowd brought her so very far down, her grades begun to slip and soon Bella was heavily into drugs and alcohol. There was nothing her parents could do about it, they sent her to rehab and when she came back she was much better. She remained this way until recently, Bella-Rose started to stare off into the distant and to make matters worse she started to talk to people who were not there but they were not coherent conversations.
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When on medication Bella can prove to be a loving and caring person, for the most part sadly she as an underlying anger issue that comes out when she is denied something for long periods of time. Drugs have ruined her in a way, she finds it hard to concentrate on things or to stay around people for long periods of time. She finds herself flocking to those who having charismatic personalities.
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Character's Four Digit Number6782 Time In Asylum (How long have you been here?)Four Months Admitted by:Mother and Father Cigarettes. Booze. Chocolate. Strawberries. Sun.>Cold Weather. Snow. Thunderstorms. The word No.
20||6’2”||200 lbs All the pretty ladies||❤ No one at the moment
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Travis was born in a relatively close family. He had lots of friends growing up and people seemed to flock to him for some reason or another. He quickly learned as a child that he could persuade the other kids into doing or getting things for him. He took full advantage over it, garnering him everything a kid could want, from the best toys to the tastiest snacks. This continued until Travis was a teenager. He would con his friends in school to do his homework or his essays, or to bring him lunch. But it didn't end there. He established himself in a place of power amongst his city's drug dealers. Travis controlled throngs of runners and flunkies who were just dying to get his attention and in his good graces. Because where ever Travis went, people always followed. There came a time when someone had snitched on Travis' business. Infuriated, but still thinking with a cool head, he pulled on of his minions to the side and persuaded him to take the charge, with practically nothing in exchange. Of course, the man obliged.
Travis was so narcissistic and sweet talking that he felt as if he could do anything. So he started pulling young kids under his wing. He spoke of riches and promises and acceptance but really, all he wanted was to see how far he could go. He enjoyed the chase and the exchange to the point where he merely toyed with them from time to time. Especially the females. They would do anything for him and did he ever indulge himself. However, all good things must come to an end. One of the parents of the young teenagers caught wind of his..operation and reported him to the police. Since he technically didn't have record, he was set free. But, it didn't end there. His mother wasn't particularly fond of his actions, even though he was of legal age. But she met him with an ultimatum; either he went and got himself mental help for his manipulative ways, or he wouldn't inherit the family business.
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Travis is narcissistic, manipulative and egotistical. However, these traits aren't apparent and he comes off as a friendly guy with a smooth talking voice that could sell ice to an Eskimo. People don't know they are being bended at his will until its too late. He takes great pleasure in watching people follow his lead, even if it gets them in trouble.
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Four Digit Number: # 1227 Time In Asylum: Six months Admitted by: Mother Control, watching people do his bidding, night time, eating, working out>Being told what to do, people who don’t listen, broken plans Theme: Mirror
Year: 2013. Location: Tucked away in Northern California. Haven Asylum Rules for all Patients:
1, All patients are to wear their scrubs at all times. No personal affects. 2. Patients are to treat each other respectfully, or be punished. 3. All patients are required to eat their meals, or be forced to do so. 4. Covering of cameras is not allowed. 5. Patients are not allowed to wander the halls past 10:00. 6. Patients are to sleep in their own rooms. 7. Patients are to take their assigned medications. 8. All patients need to attend group therapies when issued. 9. Outside contact is not permitted. 10. Drama is discouraged. 11. Physical contact fighting is prohibited.
Building Rooms: Three patient rooms, cafeteria, incomplete rec room with a pool table but no cues or balls, a wall mounted TV that only plays Discovery channel and bean bag chairs. Backyard with a track but gated off by concrete walls.
Current Rooming Arrangements. To be announced ICly once all spots are filled. x. Room One: Danny & Travis. x. Room Two: Bella-Rose & Ryan. x. Room Three: Charlie & Lilike.
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Today was a special day for Danny. He opened his eyes peering about his room. He'd heard they'd be given new roommates after breakfast and he wondered who his would be. I hope it's not some tweaker. Months before Danny had been roomed with a guy who was in for his insane substance abuse, to the point where he twitched around and said random things in the middle of the night. It was annoying to say the least. Still, as he got ready for breakfast he couldn't help but wonder what happened to the guy.
Danny stood before the entrance to his room waiting for the door to click open. He began to hum a tune to himself, no song in particular, just a tune. It was then that he realized he hadn't heard music in quite some time, not the kind he was used to anyway. Could really go for some Foreigner right now.
Click!
He reached out and pushed open his door. Danny strolled into the hallway, continuing to hum his way to the cafeteria. The halls were pretty bare today, he wondered if some of the kids had been sent to one of the 'therapeutic' rooms. Danny knew from experience that these rooms were just empty white wall rooms with a camera in them. They made you sit around in there for hours, and brought you your meals. It was solitary, and it was awful. You couldn't even talk to yourself.
Danny entered the line for breakfast, grabbing up his typical meal of toast, juice, and an apple. Secretly, Danny was a bit of a vegetarian. He'd been full vegan before being admitted, but the food at the school forced him to change his views. He didn't enjoy it, but a guy's gotta eat. He never told anyone because well, people thought it was silly. Danny seated himself in one of the corner tables. He liked to sit in the back and watch people as they got their breakfast. He found solace in learning the habits of the other patients.
But first, he needed to open his juicebox. | ooc starting the RP. Perhaps it'll attract attention.d: |
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✖ ▌To the rhythm of a T I m e bomb ticking away.. _____The 》 BLARE《 of the sirens combing the streets ▆ ▇ ___▬▬ Chased down like ｄｏｇｓ _______ we run from Your Grasp until the sun comes up..
The only sound in the half empty room. A repeated thunk..thunk..thunk of his head bonking along the wall behind him. The teen was sitting on the far side of the room when really he should of been asleep but had been un able to. How could he? When the idea of getting a roommate was bugging the lard out of him. What if it was a rowdy boy? One that only wanted to cause a ruckus all of the time or nagged him for his habits. Or perhaps it was a girl? The kind that would talk constantly for hours and hours on end. Maybe she would hold that timid and stutter nature to her. The one that left him finishing her sentences for him because he couldn't wait for her to mumble out her words in that small whisper.
Whatever the case, Ryan was going stir crazy sitting in here with nothing but the anxious air to keep him company. He had been counting down minutes for what seemed like hours having woken up far to early for his liking. What teen boy got up at the 3:45 in the morning? A stupid one that's who, which made him the idiot of course. "Christ!" he gasped, the soft click from the door finally breaking his trance revolving around to many numbers and alerting the red head that it was finally...finally time to leave. Groaning the boy pushed himself up the wall and paced across the small space towards the only door in the room. While he wasn't exactly a huge breakfast eater it was nice to just get out and roam the hallways, despite its oddly vacant appearance. Lifting a brow Ryan swallowed, knowing that there was someone some where watching him. Nosey...
"Wide awake are we..two face." he called out, using a pet name he had given to compulsive lier because of just that. You never knew what kind of story was coming out of the boy's mouth and whether or not it was really true. It was an ugly habit and one that left him weary of said guy. While he was more or less the master of creating things he was also rather good at twisting ones thoughts around or simply causing confusion. And confusion left him feeling lost which made him frustrated and from there it merely went down hill... Sitting down at a table not to far away the male dropped down to the table. Resting his chin amongst his arms and settling down to wait for the others to make a show. It was probable that both of them were already aware of the fact that they were to be reassigned new partners so he didn't bother bringing it up. Besides, he was going to wallow in the fact that he was about to loose his small bit of freedom in the form of solitude. It was a pain that his only company was himself but it was less troublesome being alone instead of trying to cope with someone new again.
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 2:34 pm
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Danny's plate was so dull of color that it was practically impossible to miss Ryan coming into the small cafeteria. The white walls, the white scrubs all scrubbed out with the red of the boy's hair. Danny lifted up his bitten into apple and was comparing the red of it's skin to the red of Ryan's hair when he called to him about being two-faced.Danny knew Ryan had only been here a bit longer than him, which meant he too celebrated his year anniversary not long ago. Ryan should have known talking to Danny would be a bad idea.
"Two-face? Now... isn't that the guy from Batman?" he tilted his head in thought taking a loud bite from his apple. He could recall reading comics in his downtime at home. It was nice, he preferred the villains of course. His favorite was a toss up between Joker and Jason Todd as Red Hood. "I prefer Joker myself, he tells good stories," he commented standing up with his tray and making his way to Ryan. Danny sat down in front of him, incredibly nonchalant about the whole thing. "Say, I don't remember being invited to your celebration when you hit a year... Hm," he shrugged, "however, I am still willing to allow you to spend time with me on mine." Another loud bite followed his words and he chewed with a sideways smile pressed onto his lips.
Danny, how do you think he keeps his hair that red in here? I don't know Other Danny, I don't know. Some things stuck with Danny from his solitary days, Ryan might recall how one too many lies got the young Lane thrown in there. Something to do with stealing apples. Still, Ryan's hair color always sparked interest in Danny, but Ryan never seemed to want to talk about it. Come to think of it, Ryan never seems to want to talk to me ever. Hm. | ooc |
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✖ ▌To the rhythm of a T I m e bomb ticking away.. _____The 》 BLARE《 of the sirens combing the streets ▆ ▇ ___▬▬ Chased down like ｄｏｇｓ _______ we run from Your Grasp until the sun comes up..
Some part of him told Ryan to just ignore the kid. As he usually did with the staff and other various activities because he had found it to be a waste. That and his therapist had told him to try just dulling everything out. Smoothing over until it was just in the back ground where he couldn't see it..and perhaps that would keep the red head from exploding in people's faces when he found that they had grown to, bothersome.
But he couldn't exactly back out of a conversation that had barely started. Right now things where quiet and not so cramped, so he felt a little more at ease. Perhaps he was just claustrophobic or something? "I would hope it is from Batman, or else I might really be loosing it.." he stated as good old Danny slipped out of his table and started to make his way to Ryan's own. While he had kept his more personal side under lock and key to the others during his lasting stay here, it was known to himself and his "Doctor" that he was a babe in the eyes of teens. The hermit who lived under a rock really because he didn't keep up with the new fads and what sort of character from a TV show was popular. More content to just sit in his own room and beat puzzle games or mow over monsters as a way to pass the time.
He flicked his gaze up from the empty table top in front of himself to Danny in person. The guy he would admit was rather average. A head full of almost mixed colors of blonde to brown he couldn't truly settle on. The boy was also taller then him by at least a head and a half. Ryan being only a mere 5'6 compared to the other's tree like 5'10...eleven was it? He never really stood next to Danny, nor anyone else. "It seems fitting actually." he mused, snorting out at how painfully obvious it was if they were all characters from the famous comic book that Danny would take the role of Joker. "I think id have to go for Plastic man...slip out of this place." he hummed out, moving his fingers along the surface like one might when walking. The thought of just bending himself to fit through a key hole or something seemed like a silly dream. Besides he was a side character so people didn't look at him as often, perfect. The sound of Danny's questioning however drew him out of his fictional state with a look of disapproval. His Celebration? It hadn't been that long ago that he had reached his year mark actually, a short two weeks and a few days..or hours.
Danny and himself were so far the longest occupants of Heaven Asylum. An accomplish in the eyes of others or a failure was what the two sided coin showed for their imprisonment. Ryan sort of found it to be the latter. But to try and keep their spirits up he guessed, the staff would throw a bit of a get together for those who reached a year in their stay. The turning of a new leaf or something like that. A point where you could see how far you had gotten and what accomplishments you had done. Ryan's was the small list of not being thrown into total isolation for his smart mouth. That and perhaps being on the right track to the proper combination of medications to keep him a bit dulled over. Isolation, a hideous place that if he remembered right both boys had visited at least a few times. "Mine?" he questioned, remembered he hadn't really spoken yet. "I didn't want one, so I threw a fit." parties while where a time to socialize it was also a nerve wracking one indeed. Being the spot light to all of the people he disliked which he was sure an equal feeling for the others. "Well your to kind. Bet they'll bring you sweet stuff huh..Like a birthday party or something right?" starting small talk while he idly watched Danny crunch into the deep red fruit. So..maybe getting a bit of an apple wouldn't be so bad.
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Danny laughed audibly, nearly choking on the apple. He held a hand up as if asking for Ryan to give him a moment while he cleared his throat and worked on chewing, then swallowing. Danny coughed a few more times, took a bite of the apple again as if it hadn't just betrayed him, then spoke. "Plastic Man? You realize that's the flirt right?" he snickered a few times looking around and leaned in like he was about to tell a secret, "Are you going to flirt with me Ryan?" He watched for Ryan's reactions. That's what Danny did, watched people. Especially the kids here. Plus, for him Ryan was a constant source of entertainment. The guy was the "anger" kid. He'd seen a few of Ryan's outbursts and continued to wonder just what made him so upset. What happened in your past, huh Ryan? He had the urge to find things out. Danny cared about the facts more than he cared about the people associated with those facts.
"You threw a fit instead?" Danny raised his brows and shook his head in the most disapproving way he could, "I bet group therapy didn't go well that day." He laughed. Group therapy. His favorite joke. To Danny group therapy was just time for him to sit around and stare at people while offer up insane answers to the simplest questions. Most people answered 'what did you do today?' with something simple. Danny thought of himself as far more extravagant than that. The therapist had been trying to convince him lately that he was starting to believe his own lies, and if he kept doing it he'd eventually forget who he was. "They actually said it would be like a grad party, with lots of drunk girls! -And guys, for me to hangout with. We're all going to get drunk and party to dance music in the rec room. I think the pool table will make a good place to do body shots off..." he shrugged at the idea, mulling it over in his mind. It was no secret Danny had been a bit of a reckless teen, even at such a young age. He was only sixteen when he was admitted.
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Ryan frowned into his forearms, brows flattening into a scowl as Danny quite suddenly burst into laughter. Bubbling with amusement until he almost choked on his own food from whatever it was that had been so hilarious. Had he missed something in their small conversation that Ryan should of picked up on. As the other waved his arm around to halt any sort of questioning until further notice the red head sat quietly. It probably would of been funny to any other person that despite his near fatal meal that Danny would so easily return to eating on it. Yet the funnies was lost on him in the annoyance of the lack of information..or at least this very second.
"Nope." he answered the first one, a dull retaliation. To his understanding Plastic Man had always been that rambunctious hero who new how to have a good time. Or maybe that was just it, the elastic guy new how to have a good time. Well the teen had fallen into that one without thinking. Though he was thinking about getting up as Danny leaned towards him in a manner that one might use when passing on something he didn't want others to hear. Tensing he turned his head a bit to the side, curious puppy style. Claustrophobic wasn't an issue here but human contact left him crawling. Shock gave him a pair of pink ears and cherry cheeks. "What? No!" he snapped, sitting up and pushing back in his chair using his hands so he was a good foot away from the table itself. "Don't be stupid sheesh." as if he would...or actually could really. Ryan had absolutely no experience in that department whatsoever. Without the motivation to pursue there was no need to learn how to entice right? That was his logic anyways. He didn't share this however but fell back into his usual hunch. Slouching down into his chair and crossing his arms over his chest as if hiding something away Ryan turned his eyes to the side.
"Group therapy?" he recalled, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling and away from the disappointed shaking of the other's head. Group therapy. A way for the staff to crack open the nut shells of their patients while keeping an eye on all of them at the same time. A perfect example of killing two birds with one stone. Danny, from experience with sharing the same session period with the guy had quickly learned that he was going to be the "class clown". While people such as Ryan never mumbled more then the basic answers such as i'm doing fine or I did eat today.., Danny always offered the most random response. Going from things that would bring about a round of well needed laughter to answers that seemed to just leave them all with more questions. It was always safer when Danny was in the same group as Ryan because it meant less questions for him. And for that, he was grateful. "I guess you could say that." he supplied the other with a shrug and a ghost of a grin. Ryan had just grown frustrated because they kept asking him the same darn thing over and over but with different words in what he assumed hope of making the kid slip up. Say something he didn't really want to yield in front of other people. They finally sent him to his room for disobedience which was fine by him.
The sound of this party did finally draw Ryan back to the kid. Was it really going to be as chaotic as Danny was making it out to be? Alcoholic shots that from the sound of it were going to be slurped up off one's body. Tipsy girls who would hang off of people with little giggles..or the pounding base of the music which forced one's heart into a submissive mimic of the tune. Ryan shifted uneasily in his seat at the questioning of taking part in this human shot table of sorts. He didn't even know exactly what that entailed to really having never done it. Back home Ryan had attended his fair share of house parties but had never taken part in the more..wild activities. Nothing like rumors said about his temporary companion. "I think I would rather watch you guys instead." pointing to the other to illiterate this. Twirling his finger in a circle before dropping his hands into his lap.
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O.O.C: I love your character. He's hilarious and well in character I think so far. Im still trying to ease into mine ^^;. I do hope that this picks up, I like the plot!
Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 6:10 pm
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Charlie wanted sleep. Lots and lots of it. She clung to her pillow, ignoring the stupid click of the big metal door, and continued with her dream. She had heard of this thing called lucid dreaming, something about your self-conscience being awake and being able to control your dreams. It sounded like a trip, which was just what she needed right now. If she couldn't get it from the drugs, she'd get it other ways, weather the jail keepers here liked it or not. Speaking of those jailers, where were they? They usually had to come and drag Charlie out of her bed. Maybe if she got lucky, they were to busy keeping an eye on some wacko in the therapeutic room.
The blonde groaned, finding it hard to fall back to sleep. So instead, she sat up groggily and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Her hair was a tangled mess, like it usually was, and her white scrubs had been wrinkled from her moving around in her sleep. "Morning sunshine! The sky says hello!" Charlie yawned then looked over at the second bed across the room. It was empty. Darn. Her favorite pass time was gone. The roomie she had was sent in for seeing dead people or whatever. She would always complain that they were out to get her and blah blah blah. Charlie just thought she was a faker, attention getter. Not that she sure wasn't sometimes.
Oh..how she had the craving...A craving for something intoxicating. Something to make her feel like she was floating. "ITS BEEN EIGHT MONTHS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!..." Charlie yelled up towards the camera that guarded the room. God...someone she didn't count on as often as she used to. Her cheeks were heated from her warm pillow and it didn't make her look very intimidating. When she stood up from her bed she felt light headed and she could feel a migraine coming on. Food. Food sounded good. It would take her mind away from the craving.
Charlie whistled while walking through the hallway of rooms, her tangled mess of hair flowing behind her and bouncing with each step. "Helllooo?! Come on now, don't leave me hanging." She called out. Where was everyone? Usually the hallways weren't so empty, what a drag. It didn't take long for her to get to the cafeteria. At least there were people there to keep her sane. The girl waited in line, just like everyone else, and got her meal. Only one juice box? No,no,no. That wouldn't due. While walking past a few kids sitting down at their table, she snatched a second juice box. They didn't notice and she continued her walk, feeling overly proud of herself.
Now where to sit..somewhere with interesting people of course. Charlie stopped in her tracks and looked around the lunch room, "There we are!" She grinned, over in the direction of the boy with red hair. She didn't know him very well, but knew his name. As for the other boy he was with, she had only seen him in the halls a few times. Without a second thought, she skipped on over to them and sat. "Don't mind me, just wanted a seat next to people who actually don't look completely dumb." It was true. Most of the kids here Charlie didn't get a long with. Not that she was a super genius or anything, but she got annoyed easily. She picked up one of her juice boxes and stabbed the straw through, taking a sip of it before picking up her toast and peeling the crust off.
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Danny had never been entirely clear on where Ryan's sexuality lied. It was one of those other things that Danny would pick at for hours on end. Personally, Danny lived a rather gender-blind life, but found himself more in love with well, himself lately. He'd had experiences with both genders and so yes, while in high-school he'd been subjected to all sorts of judgmental attitudes. Which was unfortunate for Danny who at the time was still a liar, but was actually a nicer guy. A nice guy who just wanted someone of any gender to tell him they loved him. Now he found himself much more enjoyable. After all, he loved spending time with himself all those days in solitary taking in his head and coming up with outrageous stories to tell the kids once he got out. Either way, Ryan's sudden reaction to the flirtation comment made him lean back a bit himself. The last thing Danny needed right now was a punch to the jaw. When Ryan sat back down Danny could feel his pulse even out. He calmly took a bite from the dwindling apple, "It's okay Ryan. There's no one else here." Danny gestured around them with his apple clad hand. He was right. The Cafeteria was pretty empty right now save for the lunch ladies, but they didn't care much about anything. "Though I'm pretty sure the supervisors discourage romance, so we'd have to keep it on the down low."
He continued to find Ryan amusing. The guy would rather watch people do body shots than do them himself. Does he even know what those are? The thought resonated in his mind for a moment, before Danny waved it away with the flick of his fingers, "You guys? So it's guys then huh?" it certainly explained his outburst. Maybe Ryan was in the closet. Danny felt like he knew more about the kids here than the therapists did, and for that he only grew more attached to himself on a daily basis.
See, a few weeks ago he was in the one on one therapy sessions and the guy was pressing him for answers about his own romantic advances on other patients. Danny proved to be a lot harder to interrogate than the Asylum staff thought. Currently, they'd be trying to halt all patient romance. They thought it wasn't good therapy, and break-ups could only drive them further into their shells. Danny thought it was just because they enjoyed watching patients be miserable. After all, they hardly did anything to cheer the teens up around here. The questioning started with something like, "Daniel, do you ever think about having a relationship with another patient." It was stalled while Danny explained his name really was Danny it was not a nickname. The whole thing ended with Danny being kicked out after replying with "Well, only when they touch me while the cameras aren't watching. But even then I don't think I could ever break up with myself I mean. Come on. Me? Them?" It was dipped in sarcasm, but now he'd been wondering: Did kids really think about that stuff?
Regardless, Danny thought everyone was in love with him all the time. Danny lowered himself down to rest the side of his head against the cool of the table, he blinked his eyes and went for the apple. The boy almost seemed catlike in nature which would explain while he loved toying with people. "Say Ryan do you ever think about m-" just then Charlie bounded up sitting with them. Danny sat up all the way, looking at her. "Well, true, we aren't completely dumb. I most certainly am not, I scored a genius level number on my high schools IQ test." Danny's words were not to be trusted. He realized he hardly knew this girl? Who was she? He turned to search for some sort of recognition in Ryan's eyes, perhaps he knew her. Ah. Well. "I'm Danny, haven't seen you around," he squinted at her slightly trying to make her seem familiar to him, but it just wasn't working.
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