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by Lady_Sin on Thu Jul 12, 2007 11:51 pm
Name: Gabrielle Malone
age: 23
Gender Female
Appearance: 5'8-9, 165 lbs.(soaking wet), long wavey-ish fiery red/orange hair, Green cat-like eyes, and her dress style is grundgy. She has piercings that consist of a nose stud, a few earrings on each ear, and eyebrow. She also has tattoes of a half moon on side of belly peircing, anklet tattoo on left ankle, and 4-leaf clover on right hand between the thumb and pointer finger.
Personality: Not afraid to speak her mind, but can become shy at times. She is very self-concious about the scars on her body.
Patient or counselor/therapist: Patient
Problem: ((If patient)): Gabrielle lived one of those disturbed childhoods. It all happened when she was only 9-years-old. After her father lost his job as a fire fighter, he began to drink more and more until it finally consumed him. As the years went along, she had a druggy mother and an angry alcoholic father who lashed out at her after/during fights over stupid things with his wife. She lost her only male friend Richard in a fatal car crash when she was 14 and felt her life just go down hill from there. It began with how her grades were shown in school. She was a good student, but her grades showed otherwise, causing her to drop out at 16 and get a part-time job working as a waitress at a small down town Diner. Drugs, drinking, and smoking also became part of her life thanks to her 'loving' parents growing up. When she was 20, she finally left her home to persue her dream of becoming a big time musician. 3 years down the line, Gabrielle(now 23) was called by her best female friend/"sister" Bri-anna, who just recently was given a nicely sized home on a ranch near a lake by her Uncle in his will in Louisiana. After some persuading from Bri, Gabe decides to move in and help keep the place in tip-top shape while still working on her music career. A few months into living in the lavishly home, she takes notice upon a guy who peeked an interest in her at one of her performances. Glendon's was his name and despite the errie feelings she got from him, she felt drawn to him as well. What she didn't know(yet)about him made her choose between furthering the bond they had or cutting off all ties with him for good. After a few months of living the life of "sex, drugs, and rock n' roll", she decided enough was enough and sought out help at the nearest place.
IC:
So here it was. A chance for a new beginning. It was now or never and she'd rather have herself locked up in the crazy bin then go back to that life. After a quick shower and dressed into a fresh white wife beater, a checkered long sleeved shirt unbuttoned in the front, and a pair of denim jeans with sneakers, she made her way towards the room she was told to go to for the group meeting. So just how many other nut cases was she going to come into contact with today? Or for the next few months anyways.
Were they anything like the patients in 'One flew over the cuckoo's nest'? Was there a Nurse Ratchet who controlled everyone and if anyone misbehaved, they were sent to the room where parts of their brains were messed with, leaving them brain-dead and paralized? There was no way in hell she was going to be made a vegetable in this place.
Every Nurse, therapist, and/or counselor were nothing, but fakes here. They say they care, that they'll take care of you, help you through your up's and down's, but in the end, it's just another day, another pay check. Gabrielle wasn't dumb. This was reality. The real world. People pretend to care, when in fact they'd rather pass a poor homeless man living on the streets in need of food and shelter then stop and offer him a few bucks for a meal.
There she went again. Her mind was wondering. She stopped a few feet from reaching the door leading into the room, lifting a hand to her face as she brought it over her face and through her long fiery mane. A heavy sigh would leave her. Was she really ready for this? Raising her head up a little, she glanced over towards the door, staring silently at the door knob. Looking about the quiet halls a moment, she then strolled over, reaching out to grab the knob, but stopped mid-way. Peeking in through the small squared window, she noticed only one other girl in the room. She sat there, quiet and alone. Gabrielle wondered what her problem could be, but then decided to just let it go.
A clock was spotted on the corner of the room, reading just a few minutes before the meeting would begin. She could go throw in a quick smoke before starting right? Making her way through the halls, she found herself outside, just in time to spot two other men already there. One looked like he just came back from a business meeting while the other looked as if he just crawled out of bed. Shoving both her hands into her jean pockets, she strolled over towards the two.
"Say," she spoke up in her clear irish accent. "Think you can bum a girl a smoke?" This was directed towards 'Sweets', despite she didn't know his name yet.
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