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Ryan Anderson

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a character in “Lair Of Lunatics”, as played by SugarNspikeS

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Full Name:
Ryan Anderson
Nick name:
“Mime”
Age/birthday:
20/ Sept. 8th
Ethnicity:
Caucasian/ American
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Disorder:
Major Depressive Disorder AKA mono-polar depression & Selective Mutism
Personality:
Kind, quiet, mentally self-destructive,
Quirks/ Habits/ Oddities:
His Selective Mutism often triggered by events that make him nervous or anxious including being around people he finds attractive. So if he can’t speak, he’s probably freaked out. He always looks sad. He has an oral fixation so he will tend to chew on pens or mess with his utensils at mealtimes.
Talents/ Strengths/ Skills:
In spite of his Mutism he’s an excellent singer. He’s also a good artist. He can run really fast.
Flaws/Weaknesses:
He tends to over react to things that make him sad and go into major depressive episodes. He can’t stand bright light.
Fears:
Spiders, Large dogs, rejection, large crowds.
Secrets:
His Mutism often triggers his depression and can sometimes send him into severe downward spiral of fear and sadness.
Hair color & Style/ Eye color:
Black hair with long bangs, bright green eyes
Style:
Goth/emo
Skin Tone:
Pale, a few freckles on his shoulders and his cheeks near his eyes.
Body Type:
Skinny, but muscular. Kind of like a swimmers build.
Likes:
Cold and rainy weather, being in nature, singing in the shower, swimming, the smell of snow on a winter day, the smell of campfire smoke.
Dislikes:
Bright light, summer days, large crowds, being put on the spot, his disorders
History:
He had issues throughout most of his life when it came to his disorders. When he would be called on in class he wouldn’t be able to talk then when he got to the age where he was interested in dating the episodes became more frequent whenever anyone attractive tried to talk to him. His depression was a similar situation and the simplest thing would set off his depression. The defining moment that concerned his friends and family was when he had an episode of his Mutism trigger by a really cute guy asking him out and he desperately wanted to say yes, but couldn’t say anything. This triggered his depression and it got to the point where he tried to commit suicide. His family and friends decided the best thing to do was commit him so he could get the help he needed and have a close eye kept on him.

So begins...

Ryan Anderson's Story

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Ryan woke up in his new surroundings, still not used to his new room. He was beginning to drift into depression once again. Though it seemed like it would be hard not to in a place like this. He had only been admitted into the asylum two days ago and he wasn’t sure this place would do him any good. He got dressed and pulled out a small audio recorder from his night stand. He pushed the record button and began to speak.
“Hello, My name is Ryan. If I’m playing this message for you it’s because I have selective Mutism and am unable to speak right at the moment. Please understand that I desperately wish I were able to speak right now but I’m either nervous or anxious, which makes me unable to speak. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.” He put the recorder into his pocket. It was almost eight thirty so he left his room and headed down the hall to the cafeteria. He got there before the doors were opened for the patients but the smell coming out were not too bad, it smelled like pancakes and bacon. He stood there waiting for the doors to open hoping to meet some one to talk to that wouldn’t make him nervous.

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Tennessee Harper awoke to the sound of her alarm blaring "Whole Lotta Love" by Led Zeppelin at 8:00 sharp. The single barred window in her room filtered in the brisk morning light as she rose and stretched, casually taking in the light and the sound. Ten enjoyed mornings, in part because so many others hated them, but also because it was the time of day when her energy was highest. She felt invincible in the mornings, a feeling she understandably enjoyed. She stood from her bed and began dancing to the music, mouthing along to the lyrics, rocking out and enjoying herself as she moved to the small built in bathroom. She made a motion of singing into her toothbrush as if it were a microphone and then proceeded to brush her teeth. As the song came to it's conclusion, she undressed and stepped into the shower, humming the tune to herself as she did. When she was finished, she sauntered over to the small dresser across from her bed and dressed herself in her usual fashion: low cut shirt, slim fitting jeans, and black flats. She did her makeup quickly, exited her room, and made way towards the cafeteria.

Typically, Ten was the first patient to arrive at the cafeteria for breakfast. She valued promptness and was always at least 10 minutes early. Today, however, she was the second to arrive. Standing in front of the doors to the cafeteria was a boy about her age with black hair longer than hers. He wore dark clothes and seemed to be waiting for breakfast to be served. She didn't recognize him, and so figured he must be one of the newer patients.

"Hey!" Ten called out to the boy from a bit down the hall and half-jogged to close the distance, a warm smile adorning her face as she approached. She held her hand out when she was within shaking distance. "I haven't seen you around before, so I take it you're new here? My name's Tennessee, friends call me Ten. What's yours?"

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“My name’s Ryan.” He said as he reached out his hand and shook hers. “Yeah I was just admitted a couple days ago, I’ve been in my room most of that time. I figured I should come out and meet some other people if I want to get any better.” He turned when he heard the doors to the cafeteria unlock and the cook opened them. He got into the line and scooped up a few pancakes and a lot of bacon. He went to the beverage station and got a cup of coffee. He looked at the utensil basket, no knives, no forks, not even a spoon, just plastic sporks. He took one and went to go sit down. He sipped his plain black coffee and looked at the spongy pancakes, he took the syrup at the table and covered the stack in the sticky sweet stuff. He did his best to carve off a piece from the stack and stabbed the piece with the spork. He popped it in his mouth, it wasn’t too bad. He washed it down with a sip of his coffee. “Well the food is edible, not the best tasting, but edible. That’s a plus. ” He tried the bacon and that was pretty good. He sat quietly and ate his meal watching the others start to file into the cafeteria.

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Colin observed more and more people pour into the cafeteria driven by the smell of breakfast. He got on line for food to see if anything looked appetizing and of course none of it did. He settled for a cup of black coffee and looked around for a place to sit. His eyes met the gaze of a guy that looked about his age that sat alone across the room. Colin could feel the corner of his mouth curl up into a sly smirk at the sight of him. He is definitely nice to look at and now to find out if he's alright with conversation. He sauntered over to his table keeping his eyes locked on him the entire time. He placed his cup of coffee on the table and pulled out a chair from the table, spun it around, and took a seat. He did all of this without saying a word and he now rested his arms on the backrest of the chair. "Hey, I'm Colin. I don't believe I've had the pleasure of speaking to you yet." He picked up his coffee from the table and took a sip as he continued to maintain eye contact with this boy that sat across from him.

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Ryan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This guy was certainly a nice piece of eye candy. However he had to remember this was an asylum. “Umm… hey, my name’s Ryan. I just got here a couple days ago, so that’s why we haven’t met.” Ryan managed to force the words out. He wasn’t very anxious, but he did think this boy was cute which was cause for slight nervousness, the fact that he could even speak was an accomplishment at that point. Well he was already this far in, might as well push the envelope. “So, not to sound cliché, but what are you in for?” He asked before taking a sip of his own coffee and munching a crispy piece of bacon.

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Colin smiled he could practically smell the anxiety emanating from Ryan. He was like a lone wolf that can detect weakened prey. He had surely found the perfect target. "I just got here last night. So you're the first person to be graced by my presence." Colin's words rolled off his tongue smoothly in his enthralling British accent. Colin scoffed at his question and rested his chin on the palm of his hand and tilted his head slightly. "I'm not here for being well-behaved, that's for sure." Colin couldn't help but admire Ryan and he gave him another quick once over. He stared into his eyes alluringly and smiled that devious smile that could melt your heart. "It was either try and 'get better' here or got to jail. I'm starting to regret my decision at least the grub in prison would be edible." He leaned back and put his hands behind his head to stretch a bit. His unbuttoned shirt opened up further while he stretched exposing his pale tattooed torso. He rested his arms back down onto the back of the chair and began to speak again. "You know of anyone that can get me some stogs? I'm dying for a smoke." He ran is fingers through his hair and glanced around the room for anyone else that looked appetizing.

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With that display of narcissism Ryan was suddenly not nearly as attracted to the guy as he was jus seconds ago. And with that he no longer felt any kind of anxiety so his words now flowed freely. “Ah, well I’m here for trying to kill myself. I have major depressive disorder, or mono-polar depression as it’s more commonly known.” He said as he flashed his own sly grin. “Sorry, I don’t know where to get any smokes, but if I see anyone with some I’ll point them your way.” He leaned back in his chair and started chewing on the handle of his spork, his oral fixation kicking in, tapping it against his teeth and running his tongue along the handle.