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Lucy "Lux" Ryan

"24 sets of 60 minutes."

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a character in “Minthill Home for the Troubled”, originally authored by fauxreality, as played by RolePlayGateway

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LUCY RYAN
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"Sixty minutes. I only need to survive 24 sets of sixty minutes."


NAME: Ryan, Lucy Elizabeth

NICKNAME(S): Lux, Green Turtle. ;)

SEX: Female

AGE: Eighteen

HEIGHT: 5'1

WEIGHT: 110 lbs

CONCERNS: Severe depression, possible Bipolar 1 Disorder, self mutilation

BRIEF PERSONALITY SUMMARY: Lux, when taking her medication properly, is a fairly normal teenage girl. She likes to gossip with her friends, laugh, shop, all the things someone her age should do. However, when she refuses to take her medication - and she often does, claiming it makes her head feel 'heavy' - she is entirely unpredictable. For a week straight she could be on a high, talking fast, thinking fast, and rushing through life. Then she'll crash and suddenly, the world isn't as bright and she'll feel as if there is nothing to live for. This has resulted in various suicide attempts and her addiction to cutting herself.

BIO: From the time Lucy was ten to when she was twelve, she was molested and raped by a family friend. Young and confused, she was unsure of what to do or why it was happening to her. She became withdrawn, rarely spoke to her family or friends, and would stay in her room for hours on end just drawing pictures and writing stories of a sad little princess who was rescued by the perfect little prince. Except Lucy's prince never came and instead, the family friend moved to a different state. To this day she has kept it a secret, not letting a single soul know. After years of faking a smile and pretending nothing was wrong, she finally began to crack when she started high school. It was small things at first, just laying in bed for several days at a time, claiming to be to tired or sick to attend her classes. Then she would get angry, throw things, yell for no reason at all, scream in her mother's face for the tiniest of things. It wasn't her, Lucy didn't feel in control of her own head. So she started cutting, one small gash for every moment she didn't feel in control. Finally scars covered her hips and arms. Her mother, terrified for her daughter's life, referred her to Minthill.

REFERRED BY: Lily Ryan, mother.

NOTES: Tattoo of a heart on her right ring finger. There wasn't a reason for it, Lucy just wanted it there.

So begins...

Lucy "Lux" Ryan's Story

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The drive to Minthill was long and tiring. She had been repeatedly told it wasn't rehab, that Minthill was different, that Minthill was better than rehab. Her mother and her friends kept telling her how lucky she was to be here, but she just couldn't see it. It made her feel crazy and different, when all she wanted to be was normal; to be in control. It was these feelings exactly that had her running her fingers against her arm, disgustingly craving to add another scar.

She stared at the bottle of medication she had thrown on the seat opposite of her. The medication that made everything better and worse all at the same time. While it gave her the normalcy she desperately wanted, it also made her feel dependent and weak - things she could never tell her mother because the woman just wouldn't understand. There were so many things that Lux believed no one could understand about her. Not a friend, not a therapist, not even the mother who birthed her.

The car began to slow to a stop, her cousin looking back at her. Her mother had originally wanted to take her, but Lucy just wouldn't have that.

"I know you think your mom was out of place for referring you here, but I think you might like it," She said, giving Lux a halfhearted smile.

Lux just blinked in response and grabbed her bags. The first thing she noticed about Minthill was the luxurious look it had, the second was the woman with fiery red hair waiting outside of it - one of the doctors, she assumed. She walked towards her, dragging her suitcase behind her. "Uhm, I'm supposed to be staying here for a while. Or something," Lucy announced, biting down on her lip.

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Marie waited patiently, smiling when she finally spotted a car driving down the tree-lined boulevard. She smiled, excited to know who had arrived first. There were four patients after all, and almost childishly hoped that it wasn't one of the doctors. The doctors were always given some time between emptying and admitting to visit their families back at home, just as she did when the doctors were though, although she visited rather often. As she waited for the car to stop and for someone to step out, she reached up and brushed strands of fiery hair from her eyes.

The car stopped and she had to stop herself from giving the lovely girl who stepped out almost too enthusiastic greeting. As the girl spoke, she smiled. "Yes, you are. Welcome to The Minthill House, we're very happy to have you here." she said, her happy expression not seeming fake, shining with a spark that could only come from something genuine. "My name is Marie Swall, i believe you got my letter. It's a pleasure to meet you... Ms. ryan, is it?"

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Ms. Ryan? Had the doctor really just called her that? "Jeez, Barbie. Don't your cheeks hurt from all the smiling?" She hadn't meant to be so rude, but she had already been in a terrible mood to begin with. Although, this Marie Swall woman was incredibly enthusiastic for being in a house with a bunch of crazy people, so it wasn't exactly an uncalled for question. Lucy brushed her hair away from her face and took another look around the huge, and admittedly homey, building. The only unusual thing about the place was the amount of windows, but who could expect privacy in a 'not-really-rehab-but-truthfully-is-a-rehab' facility?

"It's Lux, by the way. Just Lux," Lucy told Miss Swall with a frown. She had been called by that nickname for years, never really sure where it originated. However, she was completely sure that she loved her nickname a lot more than her given name. "And yeah, I got your letter. Is anyone else here? Or am I the only one crazy enough to be accepted into this program? Whatever it is."

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Marie laughed when Lucy laughed at her. "My smile isn't that big," she insisted. "I get that a lot. My lips are kind of big, so they make my smiles and frowns look bigger. And my cheeks never hurt from smiling, i've had lots of time to practice." she said, gesturing back to The Minthill House. "I"m sure you've gathered that this is where you'll be staying. Don't worry though, everyone's got their own rooms - Minimal window walling." she said, as if she either knew what was running through the girl's mind or had heard it before.

As Marie re-introduced herself as Lux, she nodded. "Alright, Lux is it then." she replied. Her lips parted for her to speak again when Lux spoke before her. Slowly, her parted lips met and pursed into a thin line. First impressions weren't fantastic, though they usually weren't. "I see. No one else is here yet, but i know at least one person will be coming soon, probably any minute really. As the letter stated, you shall be staying with three others here at Minthill. There will be another female and two males who will be staying here with you. I assure you they will not be if any threat to you, none of them are in any condition to." She moved aside and gestured to the house. "Do you want me to help you move your things to your room?" she offered, kindly.

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Shane adjusted his tie slightly, pulling it a little tighter around his neck. He turned away from the mirror, and slid open the zip on his brown leather man-bag. His hands swiftly rifled through the MASS of paperwork in their, and he did a quick check that he had everything he needed.

Patient files: Check.
Signed contract: Check.
Medical Identification: Check
Uniform: Check.
And of course, The photo of his parents.

He was looking forward to getting back to his office at Minthill. It had been a long few weeks since Minthill closed between admittance groups. In this time, the other Doctors would be visiting their families. But Shane, who had no close family left, spent his time watching junk television and kicking back with his 2 closest friends. He'd also spent a considerable amount of time burning off his boredom at the local gym.

Satisfied that he had everything he would need for now, He loaded up his car, an old black BMW. Not the most expensive or flashy car in the world, but he didn't really care about cars anyway.
He slumped into the drivers seat and twisted the key in the ignition. The engine spat out a satisfying growl, and he curled off of his driveway.

The drive to Minthill was tiresome, and uninteresting. But as soon as he drew close, and saw the marvelous House looming closer, his heart perked up a little. He was excited to be back in his comfort zone.
As he parked up, he grabbed his bags. He saw Marie, the founder (and his boss), talking to a pretty young girl who he assumed was a patient. She couldn't have been any older that 18, something he found a little heartbreaking in it's own way.

As he walked up to the pair. He flashed Marie a quick smile, and said "Hello" to the young girl, and then walked through the front doors. heading towards his office. He didn't want to overwhelm the new patient by bombarding her with medical personnel.

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Character Portrait: Matthew Lancaster Character Portrait: Marie Swall Character Portrait: Shane Harrisson Character Portrait: Lucy "Lux" Ryan Character Portrait: Grigori Makiriy Ivanov
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Marie was just about to lead Lux in when she caught sight of a familiar vehicle coming down the boulevard towards the house - And knew that it had to be Shane. The Minthill House was the only house on the boulevard, and she doubted someone would get lost this close to the outsides of town. Minthill was a bit in the country, yes, but not too far as to make it difficult for one to return - It was ten minutes to the city limits at most. As Shane parked and made his way in, she offered him a kindly smile. She wasn't surprised to see him rush into the house and to his office - After all, most doctors who worked here did seem to get rather attached to the building itself.

As she parted her lips to speak, yet another car arrived. She recognized the vehicle as a medical personnel vehicle and pursed her lips a bit, watching as the clearly exasperated nurse grabbed the boy inside and seemed to almost threw him at the house. Marie hid her contempt as the boy held his folder to her. 'What despicable treatment' he thought, watching as the vehicle drove away and disappeared down the road. How could they possibly be so cruel so someone with fragile mental health? She recognized the boy, but thanked him quietly and took the folder from him. "Welcome to Minthill. I'm Marie Swall - I believe, you got my letter?"

Once again, there was a another vehicle coming down the way - But she could only handle so much at once. She hated to bother him, but she called after Shane.

"Dr. Harrisson? There seems another resident is here! Could you possibly introduce them? I'd like to show these two around and to their rooms first, and i'm not much good at keeping track of too much." she asked with a gentle smile.

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Matthew was dead silent as his brother, Kyle, took his arm and put it over his shoulders, slowly taking him towards the navy blue Honda that Kyle owned. Matthew muttered under his breath every moment as Kyle assisted him into the back seat of the car as Chris Blum, a good family friend, loaded some bags into the trunk. Matthew's dull blue eyes rarely moved up from the ground, even focused mainly on his hands when he had settled in the back seat. It was difficult, and rather frightening for him to be in the front seat after the accident, and he could barely keep himself from a panic attack when me looked out the windshield at the world.

"It'll be fine, Matt. You'll like it there." Kyle asked as he rested his hand on his knee, looking into the back to face him. Matthew could feel Kyle's expectant and worried gaze, but barely registered it. Numb, Matthew dragged his gaze up to his brother's face and nodded.

"Okay," he replied in barely above a whisper. Matthew's face had deep etched lines of stress, and the world-weariness of the young man made him seem almost a decade older than he actually was. His eyes reflected things like an unpolished glass pane, dull and blurred with a kind of darkness around the rim. He watched as Kyle's mouth twitched into a sad smile and he patted his knee against before turning forward, allowing his dull blue eyes to trail back down to his hands.

The car ride was spent in complete silence, Matthew observing his hands the entire time. They were thin and pale - just like the rest of him -, fingers laced together. The ring and middle finger of his right hand ached as it pressed against the hard metal of his wedding ring, which shined just as new as the day he had gotten it - A silver band with a small, blue tinted diamond. It had been a cheaper wedding ring, but he didn't need a little metal and bling to say he was married, Abigail's love was enough.

'Sweetheart,'

Matthew barely managed to keep from choking on his tongue in shock as he heard the voice, whipping his head around both ways to try and find the familiar face he had expected to see, which would have matched the gentle, feminine voice. When he found no one, he reached up and pressed his hands against his ears. Just as he had pressed his hands hard enough against his ears to begin to physically hurt himself, the door opened and he lowered his hands, giving his brother a dull, blank look.

"We're here,"

Matthew was still, and only moved when they reached in to take his hand before moving it to his shoulder, assisting him out. He was weak from the lack of sleep, so they stopped to make sure that he was steady before leaving him to look at his new surroundings while they took out his bags. There was a large suitcase and a backpack which they set next to Matthew as he simply stared up at the building. In Matthew's mind, almost everything had disappeared and a kind of wandering focus began to draw his attention to things around himself. There was a young woman standing with a younger boy and girl, and a doctor, and finally there was the large house. Slowly, he walked over to one of the bushes near the house, looking down at it and reaching down to pinch a leaf between his thumb and pointer finger, not saying a word, simply staring at the leaf with a half-lidded and lightly closed lips. The man had the air of just being unaware of everything around himself, clueless.

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There were so many people arriving now: another doctor, a couple more patients. She felt so out of place. Lux nibbled on her bottom lip uncomfortably, wanting to just find her room, snuggle up with a book, and wait for this nightmare to be over. She pressed her back against the nearest wall, looking towards Marie and damn near praying for her to take her out of here. Away from all these people who were supposedly just as fucked up as she was. Or worse. One of the men looked about ready to bite the head off of the nearest person and wore more make up than she did. The other looked like he was in a daze or strung out, though admittedly more approachable looking than Mr. Goth-Boy. Mr. Goth-Boy and Mr. Fucking-Depressed were now their names, at least in Lux's head. There were no other female patients, besides herself, that she could see.

"So - ah - are we gonna...go? Or are we all just going to stand out here, enjoying the scenery?" She questioned, lightly tilting her head to the side.

She watched Mr. Fucking Depressed stare at a leaf like it was the meaning of life, and she raised an eyebrow. Maybe she wasn't as messed up as people thought she was, not when she was put up next to these two. Sure, she refused to take her medication, occasionally became a little uncontrollable, and on more than a few occasions attempted to end her life...but at least she seemed to know what was going on around her.

"Is he, y'know, in a walking coma or something?" She elbowed Miss Marie Swall in the side.

She was pretty sure there wasn't such a thing as a walking coma, but it couldn't hurt to ask. Mr. Fucking Depressed looked like the God damned living dead, and she liked to think she knew her undead pretty well. She had an impressive collection of horror films waiting for her back home, Zombies and Vampires being the main creatures in nearly all of them. Not to mention she could do wonders with a little bit of liquid latex and fake blood. Maybe Mr. Goth-Boy would like a tutorial, as he obviously enjoyed the Make Up Industry and all their lipsticky, eye linery glory.