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Welcome to the Asylum for the mentally ill and phsycologically deranged (in other words WELCOME ALL LOONY'S!) OOC is here>>> mentally-deranged-ooc-t16880.html
This is Stanley house- NO RICHARD NOT STANLEY'S HOUSE, STANLEY HOUSE- a care home for people with mental health problems.
Did I mention we have a very nice Cafe? Our special today is fish and chips
Brain: You hate fish.
SO I DO!
Anyways, you have been sent here by family, friends, careworkers, guardians, flying fish...whoever you want really-
Brain: What's with all the fish comments today?
DEAR COD will you shut up?!?!
Brain:...
thank you. Now, where were we? Ah yes, the asylum has been around for a number of centuries, so as you can imagine the building is antique, very old and delicate-
Brain: You mean It's falling apart?
Quiet you. As I was saying, the building's not exactly what you would call modern- and therefore, it consists of many rooms, attics and basements alike, and can hold alot of people.
YOU ARE THE PATIENTS (or carers if you really want to be) and your job is to go through each day in this house being as crazy as possible, depending on what your 'illness' may be.
So, can you step it up and embrace the challenge? Who knows, but meanwhile, the asylum awaits...

Evalin lounged on the dark brown setee that was in the central area of Stanley House's Living Room.
Evalin had always found that name amusing for some reason, and she felt sorry for the ghosts that would have liked to come and watch some premier league football on the flat screen...
Oh well, you can't please everyone.
Evalin sighed and continued to study the wall, the loud blurring sound of the television fading into the background as she began to make pictures out of the little cracks and specks of damp that coated the white wall paper.
What was so great about white? their coats were white, the carpets were white, even the walls were white.
Fur white walls. Ha. That was amusing.
Evalin stretched her slender legs out to the legnth of the setee in a lazy, cat-like manner, she was wearing her purple dress today, dark silky, low cut and absoloutely divine- it brought out her eyes.
Evalin was beautiful, but she wasn't vain about it- in fact she'd rather she looked more ordinary, maybe then...
No. There were no maybe's.

Evalin sighed, the televisions blurring noise was distracting her too much.
She rose gracefully from the setee and decided she would take a stroll, there was nothing to do around here when nobody liked you.
Evalin smiled to herself, she dind't mind being alone really, it gave her more time to think about ways of killing herself.
Of course, she couldn't try again- not while she was still in here and being stalked by bloody careworkers 24/7. She felt like turning round and telling them to go and get a life, and stop trying to fix hers.
Evalin stopped outside a door wiht an unfamilar name on it.
'Billy' It read. A new careworker perhaps? Evalin was curious now, she normally knew at least a little about every new arrival in Stanley house.
How odd.

Summer sat in the corner of the room she shared with her sister, her back to the wall, her head down, eyes fixed on the sketchpad clutched in her hands. She was shading furiously, trying to get the right effect. The picture she was drawing was of a girl surrounded by flames, a girl that looked remarkably like Summer. She looked like she was screaming in rage, rather than agony, and devil horns nested comfortably in her wild hair. Alongside the drawing, Summer was currently etching the words "So Happy".

She was alone at the moment; Autumn was off somewhere and Abigail hadn't been in to see her yet today. Summer was enjoying her time alone in the quiet, dark room, although she missed the presence of Abigail. To this end, she was beginning to feel anxious; Abigail had usually called round by now, but so far she the only faces she'd seen that day were her sister's and that nice care-lady that had come in around noon to give her her meds. It was this that made Summer especially worried. What if, even after all this time, the medication the doctors were pumping her full of had actually started to work? What if Abigail wasn't going to come back? These were the thoughts Summer was plagued by every day.

She felt someone standing behind her, and turned. There, standing in the wall, just visible, was a little girl, no more than four years old, in a white, oldfashioned dress that Summer had never been able to date.
She smiled. "Abigail."
Abigail took no notice of the greeting, and instead peered over Summer's shoulder at the sketch that was now resting against her knees. "Ohh yes," Abigail murmered quietly, an interested look on her face. Abigail never spoke aloud; although Summer could see her lips move, her voice always whispered in her mind, like thoughts that weren't her own. "Very good. Extremely sarcastic." A faint, eerie smile came to the girl's lips. "I like it."

Evalin jumped slightly as a boy of about sixteen, maybe older, hurtled out of the door almost giving her a heart attack.
She caught her breath and when she'd restarted her heart she raised an eyebrow at him and asked," Umm...sorry I was just passing...are you alright...?" He had dark rings under his eyes, a lack of sleep most likely, he was actually quite good looking in a roguish sort of way, dirty blnder hair, tall and slim.
Evalin watched him warily, her lips pursed, awaiting his answer.

Evalin straightened up, rising to her full height, fine if he was going to ignore her, glare at her.
Then Evalin remembered they were in this asylum, so his hostlilty most likely had something to do with a mental illness.
Evalin smiled, almost seductively at him, showing her pointy white teeth, "I'm Evalin, your Billy aren't you...?" She asked, her voice soft and musical, welcoming.

Evalin's smile grew wider, "Your quiet aren't you..?" Sheasked, teasingly, "Why are you here...?" She asked curiously.

"Well I don't need to be here!" Alex screamed at a male doctor that she was following down a long hallway. She was now acting like a normal girl, a phase that came and went as it pleased. Her brain was working right and registering her to be her real age of twelve but it woudn't be long..

Alex's yells of annoyance turned into just whipers and then she was standing with her arms crossed, tears falling down her pale cheeks as she watched the doctor stroll off into the doctor's corridors. The pout of a toddler still present on the twelve-year olds face, Alex slumped back down the hallway slowly, gliding one hand across the doors as she passed.
Evalin. Autumn and Summer. Devin. Adalay. Ruby. Lucy. Billy.

Billy?

She'd never seen a Billy around here. Alex walked in and put her hands on her hips as she looked at Evalin and a boy. In her now childish mind, the boy freaked her out but she didn't cry like she normally would've when in this state.

"Who's he, vampy?" She asked. Her mind had been taken over by this childish instinct, causing her voices to raise a few pitches higher. She was pretty much acting like a five year old because her brain decided she was now five yet pretty much all of the other patients were used to the quick changes of her personality or were too insane to notice.

Lee walked down the corridor looking around cautiously as he walked. Turning quickly he walked into the living room sitting on the sofa. Not paying any attention to his surroundings, crossing his legs Lee glanced briefly at the television. Picking up the remote he held it for a few seconds not really knowing what to do with it, looking from the remote to the television. Lee raised a hand planning on pressing a button, his hand snapped back quickly running through the back of his hair. Placing the remote away from him Lee crossed his legs and rubbed his hands together slowly.

Autumn walked into the room she shared with her sister. Summer was in the corner of the room with her sketch pad.
"Hi" she said looking round adding "Hi Abigail" not really knowing if her sisters imaginary friend was there in the room with them. She walked over to Summer looking over her shoulder at what her sister was drawing "Thats good" she said while sitting down next to her.

Pulling her legs up to her stomach and putting her arms around them, Autumn stared at her scarred knuckles.

Summer looked up and smiled as her sister walked into the room. "Hey!" she cried, inviting Autumn to sit next to her.
"Ohh what?!" Abigail demanded silently. "She doesn't even know if I'm here or not, why is she saying hi to me?"
It sometimes struck Summer as odd that a four-year-old could be so mean, but she'd never questioned it, and she didn't now.
"Abigail says hi," she muttered, a small smile lighting her face. "Um, yeah, thanks. I don't know why I drew it, really." Sighing, Summer stood up, grabbed a piece of blu-tac - they weren't allowed thumbtacks anymore since Autumn's little 'accident' - and stuck her latest drawing to the wall opposite their beds. The wall had once been white, just like every other in this place, but ever since her first day there, Summer had placed her numerous drawings on it, and now there was barely a scrap of wall left to be seen.

Summer sat back down next to Autumn, and put an arm around her shoulders. "You okay?" she asked.
"Who cares?" whined Abigail, who was hovering menacingly above Autumn's head. "I'm bored, I want to go play!"
For once, Summer merely ignored her Ghost Friend, focusing on her sister. "Well fine! If you don't want to play, I guess I'll see you later." Abigail floated through the ceiling.

Ruby got out of her parents car when they drove her up to the asylum, looking up at the large, plain building, she tilted her head interestedly. She hated it. She would not like it here. She would not stay here. Turning back to her parents car, she breathed on the window on the passenger side, fogging it up. The before it went away, she wrote,

'Locking me here won't keep me from you.'

She ignored her mothers wimper and her fathers hiss as she turned back towards the asylum, following a doctor inside and walking as if in a trance into the halls, watching different mental cases around her. She hated it here. She did not like it here. She would not stay here with these people, these people who feared her. why did they fear her? What did she do? They couldn't judge her. That would only get them killed. Ruby did not like to kill but would...if they deserved it.

Lee turned around as a new patient arrived. Turning round where he was sitting. Watching her walk past with a doctor. Lee turned back round as he was tapped on the shoulder by a nurse who handed him a small container of multicoulored pills. Being used to the daily routine Lee took the pills in on go and swallowed down the glass of water with it. Handing the container back to the nurse she smiled and patted him lightly on the head.

Folding his arms Lee bit his nails thinking "New person,New routine, i can't have that I'm used to routine, if that's changed who knows what I'll do" He said quietly to himself.

Ruby saw out of the corner of her eyes a boy who looked ready to snap under pressure, his eyes were on her like she was the enemy. Sadness rose in her stomach did she already have an enemy here? No...not an enemy. He didn't look angry, just upset like she had disrupted the natural balance of the asylum. Although, the last thing this place was seemed to be natural.

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Jennifer made her way down the hallway, watching all the patients in their own rooms. She felt pity for them. Poor innocent children reduced to nothing but babbling nonscence. She kept herself calm and smiling though as she walked.

Adalay wandered to the central area of Stanley house. She had been awake before everyone else but had stayed in her room,reading and having both of her other personalities making irritating coments about certain characters. She sat down and took out her book again, 'Cirque du freak' by Darren Shan. She'd read the book so many times she practically knew it by heart, the pages were frayed by her constantly flicking though it late at night. She pulled the bobble off her wrist and tied back her almost white,blond hair before she began to read again.