Introduction
Make no mistake these inmates are far from repentant.
These patients are far from unaware of where and who they are and are completely capable of harnassing the fear and tension they create amongst the work employees of Dale-Creek ward. ''Mentally unstable'' is just a label because people cannot comprehend that any living sane being could possibly want to commit the crimes these people have sucubbed to.
Half the ward has recently been referbished and therefore the visitor enterance, reception, offices and cafeteria are deceivingly pleasant and bright. However past that, down four flights of stairs you come to the basement where all the inmates or "patients" reside.
1st floor: Where there are 12 open windowed offices for psychologistics, nurses, security and other guests and members.
2nd floor/ Ground floor: Is where the reception and cafeteria begins, bright, airy and welcoming it suggests a slight clinical approach.
3rd floor/ underground: Dimly lit and partially closed off this is where past psychiatric evaluation was attempted by previous employers and stopped by the government under the "human rights act" which took several years to inforce.
4th floor/ underground: Well lit this is where the nurses station is and consists of 5 working staff members day or night complete with all necessarities to suggest serious injuries may be obtained.
5th floor/ underground: Where the inmates are kept, observed and worked with. A long line of cells some with heavy doors others with bars and a yellow proximaty line painted upon the floor. Dimly lit with the night lights on its difficult to make out the inmates except for eerie silouettes.
The ward has been around for a while and now and then you'll get a transferred patient other than that you're stuck with the same faces... Its a fairly straight forward job if you set aside the danger and emotional, physical tension.
But these patients arent about to sit in silence whilst you go about your work... Entering this ward... will you survive the taunts and warped worlds of the inmates.. will you leave or will you sucumb to their desires and end your career..in a morgue.
Hint of black humour at times this roleplay will be an exciting view on the thrilling work enviroment surrounding by threat,suspense and characters that will grow deep as the RP progresses.
This roleplay will include the incredious views of criminals and offenders and therefore Rplayers should expect indecent mentionings.
This roleplay is 15[+] and may include faint sexual themes at some points so as i said once again expect it and if you disagree then pm me and maybe i'll try and take it down a notch for you as long as a majority of players do not disagree.
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Callum had sat infront of her a smile on his face that made her smile back nervously.
"You're getting so pretty now" he murmured brushing her hair lightly out of her face. "just like mum"
Bea was startled that he'd mentioned mum but smiled at the way he had, like he was normal again, like he cared.
"Tim and me had a chat about you, he said Cal she's getting real pretty and i told him- i told him now you listen Tim you keep your hands off her thats my little sister your complimenting"
Bea stifled a giggle at the way he roleplayed the conversation between him and Tim but then after laughing alittle himself he turned- strange and she didnt notice straight away.
"Yeah and then he said to me 'you know Cal i dont know how to tell you this but im not the only one to notice, that Alex boy at her school seems to think shes real pretty too' "
Bea had scolfed at him naively tucking a strand of hair behind her ear shyly casting her eyes down.
"And i- i said 'really, well thats great thats real good im proud of her' " a silence fell upon them and on glancing up Bea realised things werent quite right. Callum was looking at her with an intensity that made her body ice over and turn clammy with discomfort.
He shook his head as if disbelievingly.
"But then he said that- that Alex wasnt what i thought he was. That he had plans for you and one of these plans included ta-taking you-" he'd gradually lent forwards and Bea had lent back shaking her head.
"No Callum"
"Away from me-"
"No"
"And id never see you again"
"NO"
They were on their feet. Callum with a look of passion and confusion on his face and Bea had been furious, furious he was trying to turn something good into something bad, evil and something Tim had said.
"Bea I- Tim said and he's always right- he saw Alex trying to touch you-"
Bea had been literally giving off fumes when he basically admitted to spying on her.
"Tim- Tim- Has Tim been spying on me?! Maybe you should be more concerned about Tim then poor Alex" she snapped.
Callum's body rippled in defence. "Tims not like that he only wants to help and protect me which means protecting you aswell"
His fists clenched up at his sides, his eyes wild and black looking more and more like some dreadful creature of tormoil and beauty.
"I-I " He looked about desperately before his physique hardened and he turned to look at Bea, a wild animal alive in his eyes.
"I couldnt- couldnt let him take you away from me- T- Tim promised we'd always be together. You're my sister you're mine you should want to stay with me Tim was right when he said Alex had already started wooing you look- look how you're acting towards me"
Bea had been shocked she'd never had him act up about her, it was always something else. She picked something out from what he'd said.
"what do you mean you couldn't let him- you speak like-" Bea was breathless from anger but now she felt breathless from anxiety sweeling up like a balloon in her chest at her brothers guilty face. "Like- you've done something..."
Callum casted his eyes down his teeth clenched tightly together as he realised she'd figured something out he turned his back on her.
"No.. what- what have you done- You havent really done anything have you Cal i mean- i'd never leave you- you know that you shouldnt take so much notice of silly old Tim" She exclaimed in attempt to calm Callum walking round to look at his face.
His eyes were hard on the floor.
"I Had to do something" he mumbled.
"Something" she asked gently struggling to keep her voice hushed and out of hysteria. "Like what- only a little something right" She had a deep swelling pit of bad feeling in her stomach.
"Yeah" he glanced sideways at her a smile on his face "Just alittle something".
That was when Bea knew it wasnt a little something.. it wasnt little at all as she followed his lingering eyes to the airing cupboard on the landing.
Bea could see the faint blurr of Kaleos and red but she was in the midst of an argument.. in the midst of a nightmare.
A bloodied stain seeping thickly into the carpet the body liquid a dark almost brown colour filtering out and covering her toes when she stood close to the airing cupboard her heart thrumming dangerous in her chest filling her ears with its drum like beat.
She couldnt, couldnt open the door, she couldnt see what was inside she was too scared to face reality- she wasnt sure this was reality.
Then there was Callum standing there watching her intently with some kind of esctasy like he was anticipating her reaction expecting her to laugh it off so he could laugh with her.
"You...Monster" She whispered tears in her eyes.
Callums face fell and in the height of all the wrongness and just- this! It still stuck pins in her heart like he had a little voodoo version of her in his head. Maybe he did?
"You- killed someone" Bea struggled to get the words out her chest tight and making her want to rasp her eyes filling a spilling tears down her cheeks. "Dad w-was right" she choked jabbing an accusing finger at Callum. "You're not human anymore- you're not my brother- my brother wouldnt do this" Her voice was thick with heart ache.
Callums face was mortified by what she was saying he was shaking his head like she was the insane one, like she didnt know what she was saying.
"I-I know you're upset because you thought he was your friend but.. he was trying to sabotage our relationship- Tim said-" he began.
"Tim! TIM- There is no Tim Callum- you made him up, you created him, he's not real there is no Tim that lives round the corner. You did this because you told yourself to. There is no conspiracys, no lies no taking me away its all in your head you're fucked up Callum- You've been using this character in your head to make excuses!"
"Thats a lie" Snarled Callum his muscles rippling like a ravid wolf. "Tim is real, he has to be i speak to him we have conversations- he tells me things- tells me how to help look after you- sometimes i think he cares about you more than i do!"
"Its all in your head Callum!"
"No enough! I wont hear anymore from you- now we'll go down stairs, watch a film, then i'll put you to bed and Tim will come and sort out this mess then everything will be fine you can stop yelling at me and- and i'll buy you something you like or or we can go on holiday" he looked about like he was arranging future events all in his head.
"And i'll sleep beside you- i'll sit in that chair- i'll tie myself to your bed post and then you'll see that Tim is real because he'll come and sort out all this mess and i'll still be with you"
Bea shook her head slowly her eyes wobbling with tears her body in shackles of heart ache and sickness. "I have to- have to get out-"
He angered instantly and bore down on her more like a monster than ever!
"No you cannot leave- you're not allowed to if you even think about it Tim will come and stop you and then he'll get rid of everyone in the way- dad, your friends then you'll have to be with me!" he bellowed.
Bea nodded her body trembling vigrously.
Taking her nod as a sumission and end to the conversation Callum was already heading for the stairs to collect the films and Bea saw the stoke used for the fireplace and suddenly she got tunnel vision. Her heart was on fire, her head throbbing, everything that had gone so wrong so quickly fell upon her like a wave of darkness and suddenly she saw what she'd missed for so long. Stumbling to the stoke she picked it up and looked from the sooty metal object to Callum who glanced round his face dark and animalistic.
"You are Tim-" She whispered "there is no callum"....
(There we go Beas past and you're about to see a new side to her schizophrenia can be inflicted upon others)
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Inmate- He was a hard worker. Till his office was blown to the ground. After that he seemed normal but lurking behind that laid back, easy going face was somthing sinister, after being found guitly of some horrendous crimes in the area he was sent here.
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Knife and a sledgehammer, this was the equipment of Samuel Hanz.
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None of us are saints, people like me are everywhere... And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow.
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Hello little puppets....
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None of us are saints, people like me are everywhere... And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow.
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Hello little puppets....
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