Elisa Penfold

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a character in “East Meadows Asylum”, as played by Meesha



Hello My Name is: Elisa Penfold
Please Call me: Penny though, weird surname nickname that's kind of stuck overtime.

My Birthday is: 15th May (im 20 yrs old)
Well Obviously I'm: A girl? Can you not see my rockin' bod?!
If you must know I'm: Straight I'm sure, but I do wonder about girls sometimes, does that perhaps make me a little Bi?

Oh I'm: One of the new med students, a few were transferred over here for experience and training. Pretty cool right?
It's Been: Pfft...only just started I'm counting the minutes though!

My Shampoo?: Various shades of Blonde
I Don't Need Glasses: Grey/Blue
Does This Make Me Look Fat?: 8 stone
Well I Think I'm: 5'5

Aren't I Pretty: I mean check out my abs? Sure they're cushioned a little but they're there somewhere! I have pretty nice skin because I cleanse, moisturise the whole sha-bang. My hairs long and wavy, it can be pretty unpredictable, I think it's eaten a few birds in the past, I don't know. My friends have said my eyes are slanted and sexy like a felines, I don't really care to notice, I mean, whatever nothing about me is not sexy.
I have long legs, a flat and soft stomach and size C cup boobs. Pretty sure one boob is bigger than the other, I don't know it's not like I stare at them in the mirror. People in med school told me I was pretty hot, I'm not going to deny it. I'm sure as hell not ugly but don't sign me up for any beauty competitions. I have this slightly lazy right eye but its so slight no one notices, I've been recommended to where glasses and own a pair but I rarely wear them.

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Well I'd Honestly Prefer: a hot beach, some adrenaline sports and a couple of scantily clad guys to hang out with. Maybe some banana milkshake and a cool murder mystery novel to read.

Hate Is Such a Strong Word: but seriously, I hate people who think they're smarter than me. I mean honestly, they don't hand out scholarships to dumbasses, just because I look physically amazing doesn't mean I can't be mentally amazing also, people need to get there heads out of societies cliche gutter.
I could really hit perverts in the face with a bus full of convicts, but I don't because 1, that's impossible and slightly illegal and 2, I'd rather punch them in the face for more satisfaction. I can't punch though so all this is vaguely irrelevant. I can't be sexy, smart and strong...I'd be like a genetic hybrid, the government would prode me in an underground base. Cowards, cheaters and boyfriend stealers are also on the list of pet hates.

I'm Speshful!: As you can probably tell I'm not average. Everyone's got to have a bit of unique in them, I guess I get mine from being chiled out about the opinions of others, I'm also a motor mouth and have a loose tongue, things slip out before I've properly thought them through. I enjoy the company of others, who doesn't, but sometimes I just like to be alone with my thoughts. I'm fairly thoughtful you see.

Psychological mysterys have always interested me, I've never met an insane individual but I'm sure it will be an enciteful experience. I enjoy writing and I'm working on a short autobiography of my experience at the asylum. Ill probably look back on it in years to come and laugh at how inexperienced I once was. I like to reminense.

People say I'm a tough person to get along with at times. It's hard to know how to take that, I mean, what makes it so tough? I'm friendly and chummy some days and just like anyone else I can be in the kind of pigheaded mood where I want to wreck everyone's day. Maybe it's the stress I've been under. I get stressed easily but keep it all bottled up, no point letting on to other people how you're feeling unless you're fishing for sympathy. I suppose I don't let people get away with bullshit either, maybe that's why I'm a tough friend. Who knows.

This One Time!: I tried to punch a guy in the face and it snapped my wrist. Told you I couldn't punch. Now I have a pretty weak left wrist, it hurts when i lean on it sometimes, I do my best to keep it out of harms way and sometimes subconsciously cradle it.

I grew up in a fairly normal family, upper middle class, smart genes, high achievers as parents and the ususal push to be the best. Me and my sisters handle in it our own way, I obviously act like an asshole now and then to make myself feel better but now I'm a "med student" the pressures off. I've achieved something. My two older sisters went though the same process, one got pregnant and became a happily married house wife and the other became a lawyer and took her frustration out on her clients cases. Unlucky for my younger sister, she's a budding gymnast but whether my parents encourage her to pursue her dream or do something "sensible" is another thing, until she makes something of herself she'll have them nagging her forever.

I get stupid and rebellious when I think someone's trying to control me. Logic isn't forefront in my mind when I'm snarling and snapping like an unhappy kitty cat. People shouldn't try and control me, past boyfriends have received a swift dumping when they've tried to tell me what to do out of jealousy, mistrust or misplaced protection. I had someone try and tell me I was going to be his girlfriend, he was heading downhill, the kind of guy making all the wrong decisions. He's the guy I punched in the face, I used to be such a feisty madam but I obviously paid for it when I broke my wrist. Never mind.

The More You Know: the worse it gets? What else is there to know. I guess I could tell you my hopes and fears but that's a bit deep. I guess I can easily admit I don't like being attractive, most spend their whole lives wishing to be attractive. The kind of attractive that sends a guy nuts but its not as good as it sounds. I get chased up by all sorts of desperate people and worst of all I'm like a walking Beakon to perverts who want a taste of the finer things life offers.

So begins...

Elisa Penfold's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Devin Harris Character Portrait: Kiko Narami Character Portrait: Akari Watanabe Character Portrait: Ren Katakura Character Portrait: Sage Wintersfell Character Portrait: Rei Takashi Character Portrait: Oliver Winchester Character Portrait: Egglantine Blackadder Character Portrait: Zoey Kimmy Marcs Character Portrait: Carlson "C" Canten Character Portrait: Elisa Penfold Character Portrait: Alice Thompson Character Portrait: Even Blackadder

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Even Blackadder

Even woke up to his alarm clock going off next to his ear. Growling and cursing the morning simply for existing, he sat up and hit his alarm clock with a little more force then he probably should have. After standing and walking back and forth mentally going over today's list of to-dos Eve finally decided to get dressed. Throwing on a long sleeve shirt and then a bright green scrubs Eve reminded himself to buy some more next time he went into town. 'Or I could simply order them a spend my day off with Egg...' Eve sat a contemplated that though before he looked over at his alarm clock and went wide eyed.

Quickly pulling on a pair of black pants he bolted into the bathroom and finally into the empty halls. The patients have always been permitted to awake at whatever time they desire but Eve was still head nurse and that meant giving the morning announcement at precisely 7:00 of course he had to run errands first so he knew what to announce in the first place. After making his rounds through the now mostly empty halls Eve finally walked into the nurses command center... In reality it was just the front desk with a small room behind it full of charts but Eve though command center sounded cooler. After saying hello to the secretary Eve grabbed the phone and pressed the announcement button. "Good morning all staff and patients, It is officially 7:00 and breakfast will now be available-"

Eve continued to drone on about any special events the day might hold while also running through when lunch would become available then dinner. "That is all for the day, and while I'm sure that one day one of you is going to kill me for making these so boring I hope that's not today because I'm actually feeling somewhat chirpy." Finally Eve pulled the phone away from his face and set it down ignoring the raised eye brow the secretary gave him. After grabbing his patient list Eve decided it was time to head to the dining room where all the awake and hungry patients would be converging. He needed some food and he also needed to check up on a few of the patients.

Egglantine Blackadder

Egg awoke to the sound of hallway speakers cracking as her brothers voice came on. Groaning she threw a pillow onto her face and curled up. In the privacy of her own room Egg allowed herself to mentally will the speakers to explode. 'At least everything makes sense...' Egg smiled happy she had not awoken with her communication disorder acting up as that normally signaled it would last for the day causing her extreme irritation and finally to snap at some point and break something. Yawning Egg slowly pulled the pillow off of her head in time to catch her brothers parting message. Snickering Egg considered the possibility of another patient actually killing her brother for being boring.

Sitting up Egg cracked her back and finally got dressed. Being a stable patient she was allowed to choose actual clothes instead of just wearing hospital clothes... Of course her choices were never much more creative then a very baggy shirt and jeans. When she was done with her morning routine Egg left the safety of her quiet and pleasant room and ackwardly walked down the hall toward the dinning room. Her brother was already there and already eating as the nurses table. Egg smiled at this and got her own food. Thinking back to all the foods she'd eaten on a Thursday like this she groaned realizing she'd often settled for cereal. 'Well I shall have to break this trend wont I!' Feeling oddly daring Egg grabbed a plate and got herself some pancakes and eggs with a secretly pleased smile ignoring the confused and somewhat frightened cook. 'Pfff new person... Probably gonna be gone in a week.' Grabbing her plate Egg then proceeded to go over to her table in the corner. While cutting her pancake Egg also began to try and guess who would come in next thanks to her memory on who usually showed up first and how often they would in the past.