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Sarah Novell

Can't you just leave me alone, I'm trying to find myself.

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a character in “Extacy”, as played by phacades

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General
Full name: Sarah Novell
Calling name: Sarah
gender: Female
Age: 19
Length: 169 cm
Weight: 63 kg
Mental disorders?: PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder)
Explain: When reminded of anything that has to do with her trauma, she gets a panic attack. This can be: Smell, situation, or a social trigger, or anything else. She tends to close up with new people, and is afraid to bond when she thinks people are going to use her in any way. She finds it difficult to sleep at night, and mostly has stress-related symptoms.
Drug addiction: Morphine
Side effects: Confusion, Dizzyness, Increased or decreased heartbeat, Shallow breathing, absent behaivour
Behaviour due to addiction: She mostly reacts late to conversations, and can't follow a topic for a long time. She eats little, and avoids sportive activities due to a lack of energy. She mainly appears absent-minded.

Appearance
Slight Description: AVerage body type, small chest-size.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark brown, pink dye
Skin: Pale
Clothing style: Unique. Wide sweaters with odd prints, tight or baggy pants and vans or dr. martins, sometimes creepers. It really depends on her mood. You could relate it to soft-grunge.
Odds: None
Other: N/A

Personality
In-depth description: Sarah is a quiet girl. But even when she's quiet, she hates silence, and hates to be alone. Sarah can be really naive; as she has a curious nature and questions the things that interest her. Sarah can be upbeat when she has the energy for it, and feels sympathy for who she thinks they need it. Sarah has trouble with finding her true identity, which can be seen in the way she acts. With people, she tends to act 'interesting' or cool, and when alone she tends to dwell off in thoughts. It depends on who she is with, how she acts. Furthermore, Sarah is a listener, not a speaker. A shame she isn't, since her inspiration and creativity is something special. Sarah can appear shy, because she doesn't always know what to say. She isn't shy though; if feeling threatened, or not agreeing with someone, she lets them know. Last, when Sarah needs to make decisions, she analyzes the situation first before throwing herself into the scene; making her a thinker, not a do-er. She has a good anger-management, but finds it hard to decide her personal limits.
Main positive personality traits: Calm, friendly, curious
Main negative personality traits: Confused, naive, quickly panicked
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Likes: Rain, sleeping, mornings, pastel, drawing, singing, eavesdropping, cute couples, videogames
Dislikes: Know-it-alls, psychical contact, drama, screeching sounds, nail-biters
Talents: Singing, listening, is a decent drawer
Hobbies: Drawing, photography, singing
Fears: Sexual intercourse, being abused
Other: Sarah was abused long-term by her older ex-boyfriend when she was about 15, 17. The memories are very fresh, and she is in the middle of procession.
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So begins...

Sarah Novell's Story

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Sarah sighed. She had been wandering on the hallways for long now, not remembering what she had done this morning. What she knew is that she wasn't allowed to leave the house, and it bugged her. She could use some fresh air, as the absence was suspressing her concience. For a moment, she paused when the pink-haired girl could hear a sumbling-like sound, footsteps, if she was right. A girl with a cool jacket she wished she owned came walking across her, and she had to take a few seconds to register the fact she had been walking past.
"Hey, You know you're not allowed to leave the house, right?" Was the first thing she could think of, fiddling with her curls, and hesistating to walk up to her. But she wouldn't, as she felt glued to the ground for the upcoming two minutes. Though, she managed to move, and caught up with her.

"Did you see that guy earlier? With the tattoo's." She tried, she at least could attempt to start a conversation. It had been boring sleeping till now and she really could use some company. Lonely? She guessed that, since she could recognize that feeling. Sarah really disliked to be alone. It made her feel uneasy, and silence always got on her nerves. Adding up to that, making friends would be useful, since Sarah could guess this wouldn't be the last day she would be stuck in this damned house.

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Georgina stopped in her tracks as she heard the pink-haired girl speak. She blinked a little, her eyes unable to focus on her properly. Instead, she relied on the fact that this girl probably couldn't see her eyes, as she waited for her to catch up. "My parents made sure that I was well aware that I couldn't claw my way out of here." A short, sharp laugh pushed its way from her lips. "You're caged up in here too, huh?" She sighed a little, as her hands pushed into her pockets. She didn't want to have to explain why her hands were shaking, especially not to someone she had just met.

"Tattoos?" It didn't ring a bell. Then again, her entire stay here so far had been rather fuzzy. She was pretty sure this had been the first time she had left her room. "It doesn't ring a bell. Is there something I should be aware of?" Her head tilted a little, so she could attempt to get a better view of her, as her fringe parted ever so slightly. "Y'know, I don't think I've ever met someone with hair that looked like candy floss. S'kinda sweet... Makes me feel a bit hungry though." A slight smile crept onto her face for a moment. "I'm Georgina."

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Sarah, amused by the comment that this girl, appearantle named Georgina, made about her hair. She pulled off a smile that matched her thoughts. The redhead, as she would call her, seemed friendly. Not the super social type, but Sarah would bear with it.
"Sarah. Yeah, I'll probably be here for another few months." She said under her breath, after thinking for a moment. Her mind felt fuzzy, and she probably would head back to bed after this conversation.
"I tried sneaking into the male halls before but I realized there are camera's around." Was her first confession. She just wanted to have some social contact with the boys, as she liked to talk with people in general. For a moment, her eyes shifted to the side, watching an attendant that probably was watching them in return. She didn't like it. Being looked after all the time. It was true that she needed it, since that sentence was almost hypnotized into her brain. You need help.

Sarah fell quiet, dozing off the subject and thinking of something new to say. It was hard for her to focus, she could only feel her weak legs. Maybe it was better to take a walk, get some fresh air, and play some videogames, eventhough she wouldn't be able to pay attention to them.
"Feel like going to the garden? What you'd call a garden, it's only a piece of grass and stones, but whatever." She grinned at that thought but already forgot what she was grinning about. Looking up at Georgina, she wondered how old she was, as she was looking rather young.

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"Nice name. My mother said I'd be here for as long as it took to 'get better'. In other words she's having me caged up until my family's happy to have me out in public." She kept trying to focus on Sarah a bit more, with no success. The palms of her hands began to heat up in her pockets, and it started to pass up through her arms to the rest of her body, as if someone had set her on fire. "Peeking in on the guys, huh? We have a rebel on our hands." Her eyes shifted and followed what she could only see as a shadow on the wall, the first attendant she had seen properly since her arrival... And they were heading into her room. Great. As if she didn't already feel insecure around here, without people poking into her room. She guessed that it was to be expected. They weren't just being babysat, they were being inspected every moment of every day. That thought only made Georgina feel worse.

Georgina brought one hand out of her pockets, scratching the back of her head lightly as the conversation fell into silence. Her gaze hit the floor, which didn't help at all. Through Georgina's eyes, the floor looked as if it were getting closer, then moving further away, constantly. She felt like she had to be sick again. Sarah's words helped her to snap back into reality, if even for a moment. The feeling of nausea disappeared as she spoke. "It sounds better than being in my room for another day. Let's go." She started for the exit, hoping that she could get out into the garden before that sick feeling appeared again.

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Chris couldn't be bothered. He just casually walked around, in the hallways, the livingroom, listening to that new dubstep beat he'd picked up on the local radio. He found himself wandering in the female halls, but still couldn't give a shit. For a moment, Chris paused and took a deep breath, as he felt his head spinning for a moment. The surroundings around him appeared alien; he couldn't recognize a thing that would fit the real world. He probably was hallucinating again, and he didn't realize that. For a moment, he tried holding on to something that felt like a wall, but as it was moving closer, and further away, he couldn't get a proper hold of the object, making him slowly slide against the wall and dropping on the floor with a soft 'thump'. He swore for a second, resting his head against the wall, his speach slowly slurring away.

Sarah didn't notice the male untill she heard a soft thump. With a questioning look on her face, she glanced at Georgina, hoping she would understand the situation. But it slowly got to Sarah. This guy was probably suffering his issues he was dealing with, and he seemed to have a rather hard time. Deciding on if she would help or not, she turned to Georgina. Wanting to say something, but not sure what. It could be dangerous to approach him, as someone having hallucinations or suffering side effects, could react differently to a situation than anyone else. Again, she hesistated to speak, but after all she did.
"Should we help him out? Like, summon someone? He looks bad." Sarah spoke as she watched the guy searching for something on the ground he couldn't find, while sitting against that wall.

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Georgina didn't quite spot Chris at first, until she eyed Sarah giving her a strange look. Her eyebrow raised slowly as she peeked around Sarah and looked at Chris. He didn't seem too well at all... Hmm... She looked around casually, spotting that whatever attendants walked the Female Halls were currently absent. At least they didn't have those asshats to deal with. That put Georgina at ease, if even for only a moment. Sharply, she pulled a ribbon from her jeans pocket and brushed her fringe, along with the rest of her hair, into place as she tied her hair out of her face. Instantly, her dilated pupils were in full view. For once, she didn't care. Hopefully, the more he could see of her, the less he'd be frightened of when she tried to help him. "We're going to help him. Could you keep an eye out for me while I try and move him to my room? I doubt any of the attendants would even bother to help. They'd just be bothered with scolding him for being here."

Georgina slowly approached Chris, kneeling down beside him. She didn't exactly know what to expect, but she moved calmly, knowing that if anyone were to approach her under the same circumstances, she wouldn't want them to be loud or in her face. She just hoped it was enough to be there for him. "Are you... Are you ok?" She spoke softly, not wanting to seem scary or anything.

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Georgina, the girl with red hair appeared in front of him and Chris only looked at her with a dazed expression. As if he was hypnotized. At least, he thought it was a girl with red hair, as it was long and he assumed that people with long hair were girls. His vision was blurry, and he couldn't really recognize more than that. Whilst Sarah was paying attention to the surroundings as if she was a guard, Chris started saying things that didn't have anything to do with the current situation. Things like missing the bus, forgetting the mail, just plainly confused speech that couldn't be put in place. He coughed for a moment, as his throat was sore and dry, and continued blabbering in panic about what he had been forgotten. Chris paused for a moment. He just kept staring at Georgina trying to recognize her face, but the stranger didn't ring a bell. But he realized that she was here to help, was she an attendant? He couldn't be bothered. Someone was here to help, and it eased him.
"Did you see that? I swear it was some kind of... it's... I don't remember." He mumbled under his breath, as the hallucinations started to worsen, but soon it would die off. He reached for his spinning head and muttered.
"I don't feel good." Chris almost lost his balance even when sitting, but hauled himself up directly knowing lying on the ground wasn't a proper thing to do.

In the smaller room, that was similair to his own, he felt more at ease. Though, his head still spinning he left his head in his hands muttering unexistant words. It would lift soon, he hoped, with the littlest consciousness he could collect.
"Are you going to.. Are you going to take my cigarettes away? My stuff? I don't have anything. Don't bother taking it." Chris muttered, convinced it was someone from the rehab that dragged him to this room. Even when he was lying, he said he didn't have anything. Though, it was just a gram and it wasn't of best quality; he still owned something that wasn't allowed here and people would make a death for it. If he wasn't careful, he'd be robbed.
"Oh whatever. Just take it. Shit, my heart is racing." He started complaining and reached with shaking hand for his chest. It appeared that Chris had calmed down a slight, since he could speak in a decent manner, but still confused by all the sudden commotion. Catching Georgina's and Sarah's colorful haircolors, it started to spin a slight bit again.
"Can't girls just dye their hair brown for gods sake." He complained softly.

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Georgina poked her head around the door for one last look around the halls. Still no attendants around. This was good. How long they could manage to go without getting caught... That was another question. The door slid shut as she turned back into the room. "Neither of us are attendants. We saw what happened to you in the hall and thought we should help. I don't smoke, either." She edged her way over to a desk that sat in the corner of her room, where a small fridge sat. "If you need a drink or anything, I have vanilla cola. I'm not even sure if you'd like it, but it's something to take the edge off." Her eyebrow raised slowly as she heard him trying to hand over whatever he had on him. "You've got it all wrong..." Slowly, the door on the fridge shut as Georgina opened a can of the vanilla cola. She gulped down the sugary brown liquid as if she were fighting for her last breath. With a deep breath of satisfaction, Georgina wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Hey, hey, hey... We could've easily dyed your hair green, in the state you're in. But we didn't. Be thankful." She laughed for a moment, turning to Sarah. "Thanks for keeping watch. You don't have to be here anymore if you don't want to be. It'd be a lot easier on you if you didn't get caught." A slight smile appeared on her face, as she turned to grab Sarah a can of cola. "Payment for your services." She smirked as she thrust the can into Sarah's hands, a little shakily.