Mrs. Diegel's Home for the Mentally Insane

Mrs. Diegel's Home for the Mentally Insane

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Mrs. Diegel's Home for the Mentally Insane takes in those who are of the weak mind or who can be harmful to others. But what happens when the asylum "takes in" normal teenagers? (Many Roles Open :) More can be added!)

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Mrs. Diegel's Home for the Mentally Insane.....


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Mrs. Diegel's Home for the Mentally Insane originated in 1913. The asylum was created for the those with a weak mind or those who were barely with the world. At first, the asylum worked out excellent for many patients. This was until everyone started getting crazier and crazier while staying there. Throughout the years, the asylum discovered that some of their patients had been killing each other. Of course the staff thought the same as everyone else. "They're crazy. They can't control themselves. It's not their fault. Since everyone believed the story, the asylum kept bringing in more and more patients that just caused more and more deaths. Surprisingly the insane asylum was never shut down by the government. Instead, to this day, the asylum is still bringing in patients. More and more each month. But, what happens when Mrs. Diegel's Home for the Mentally Insane supposedly "takes in" almost completely normal teenagers? What happens if these teenagers don't have a way out? Don't have cellphones to call home or help? What if they only had each other....?





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Patient #1

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Name: Tessa King ||| Age: 18 years old ||| Sex: Female ||| Role: Patient 1 ||| Face Claim: Bethany Mota ||| Taken

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Name: ||| Age: ||| Sex: Male ||| Role: Patient 2 ||| Face Claim: Phil Lester ||| Open

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Name: Hailie Russel||| Age:17 ||| Sex: Female ||| Role: Patient 3 ||| Face Claim: Indian Evans ||| Taken

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Name: Paul King ||| Age: 20 years old ||| Sex: Male ||| Role: Patient 4 ||| Face Claim: Connor Franta ||| Taken

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Name: ||| Age: ||| Sex: Male ||| Role: Patient 6 ||| Face Claim: David Henrie ||| Open

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Name: Ethan Holler ||| Age: 17 ||| Sex: Male ||| Role: Patient 7 ||| Face Claim: Avan Jogia ||| Taken\

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Name: Mila Franko ||| Age: 16 ||| Sex: Female ||| Role: Patient 8 ||| Face Claim: ||| Taken!






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Tessa woke up in a panic. Blood....blood....lots and lots of blood.... The girl was sweaty and hot. It was a nightmare. A horrible nightmare that no eighteen year old should ever have. Tessa dreamed of coming home to find her father deceased in a puddle of blood. That scene scarred Tessa for life. Although it had happened about 2 years ago, Tessa remembered the night almost perfectly.

Trying to forget the dream, Tessa ventured downstairs to see her mother making breakfast in the kitchen. It looked like Paul wasn't up yet so she didn't bother waiting for him. The girl stole a few pieces of bacon and sat down at the island. Her mother turned around and smiled.
"Morning sunshine! How'd you sleep?

Tessa couldn't bare to explain her tragic dream to her mother. Instead she forced a smiled and answered sweetly.

"Oh great! It was so comfortable it my room!"

She could feel tear clouds forming in her eyes yet blinked them away before her mom noticed.


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Waking up with long loud stretch, Paul exited his bed quickly. He could smell his mother's cooking already. Paul ran down the stairs to see that Tess was already awake and eating. Although he didn't make conversation with her. It wasn't that he was mad with his sister or anything it was that he could sense when there was a problem with her. Sticking with that, Paul left Tessa alone for most of the morning. He'd slept great! And the breakfast his mom was making, made his day even better. Paul made his plate with bacon, pancakes, and toast. Seating himself next to Tessa at the island he noticed the tears she was trying to hide away.

"You okay? You don't seem all quirky this morning like you usually are." Paul whispered hoping their mom wouldn't overhear.

Tessa kept an emotionless face as she answered sternly.

"I'm fine...just still a little tired." And with that, Tessa walked off getting ready for school.

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Hailie sat in the back of the Diegel van, as she had come to call it in the last six hours. They were driving her to place she didn't belong--she knew she didn't belong there. Mrs. Diegel's Home for the Mentally Insane She spat out the words inside her head, knowing if she talked she'd be scolded by the cruel woman sitting in the front seat. She was not crazy, she knew that for a fact. Sure, she had a some major anxiety issues, but c'mon, she was a teenager! That was supposed to happen! She sighed and leaned her head against the back of the seat, staring out at the world with a grim gaze of hopelessness.

"Alright, Ms. Scow. We've arrived." The lady said and Hailie grimaced as she got out of the van. Looking at the lady with a deafening gaze that spoke volumes, she uttered her next words with a sense of pure anger at being unfairly accused as mentally unstable, that she hoped it sent the woman cowering in the corner. "It's Russell. My name is Hailie Russell. Not Scow, or any other name. Russell." Scow had been the surname of her disgusting foster-parents, the latest ones anyway. The ones who had sent her here with their first chance.

The lady narrowed her eyes at Hailie, and Hailie resisted the urge to spit right in her face. She wasn't a mean person, or even a rebellious person, she just hated being wrongly accused. Her true personality was a sweet, young, teenage girl, who simply rolled by while the rest of the world went on around her. But now, now that she was forced into this crazy house for having a mini anxiety attack, well, there was a new Hailie in town, that was for sure.

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"Now, Mr. Holler, perhaps you can calm down and tell me why you think you're here."

"Why I'm here? I'll tell you why I'm here! I drink heavily, snort cocaine and other substances, shoot heroine, and I love abusing prescription drugs. I'm not supposed to be in a nuthouse. I'm supposed to be in rehab! Preferably somewhere nice, like Hawaii or somewhere in the Carribbean, so, if you'd just transfer me there, Doc, I'll be out of your hair," Ethan told him, shifting in the chair he was strapped to, yes, strapped to. This was almost as bad as being forced to have dinner with one of his parents' friends' daughters.

"Yes, Mr. Holler, we are well-aware of your substance abuse. I rather think it might have to do with certain psychological issues. Thus, why you're here. Now, why don't you tell me about your parents," the doctor told him in a bored, monotone sort of voice. It made Ethan shiver.

"Bite me."

The doctor sighed, clicking a buzzer to signal two men who were obviously security guards dressed in labcoats to release him. Ethan called one Igor and the other Igor 2. They seized him by the arms.

"Some new patients should be arriving. It will be good for you to interact with them."

"Great. Nothing like putting the Schizos together and seeing what happens!"

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Had it not been for the rocking of her bed frame, Mila would have stayed asleep forever. Her bed was so comfortable and so often she found herself in a comatose-like sleep when in it. Sighing, indigo eyes bursting with life and consciousness, she realized a vital component of her comfort was missing.

This was not her bed.

In fact, the rocking of her bed frame as she thought, was not. Beneath her was a gurney, traveling so quickly that it wobbled and threatened to topple over if nurses on either side weren't clenching it so tightly. She passed under consistently spaced ceiling lights, their energy-efficient beams making her head spin. Her mess of undulated lavender hair bloomed from her head, several times getting caught in the straps that held her captive. Frail wrists struggled against the material of the bands until her skin was rubbed raw. Mila's head rolled from side to side, her glassy eyes begging for answers from either of the medical personnel. Just behind Mila, outside in an arriving van, was another young woman.

The words in her throat rasped, unable to claw their way out. This has to be a horrible dream. The echoes of her thoughts were interrupted gruesomely by maniacal laughter of what appeared to be patients, as nurses rolled Mila past. What the hell?

Truly beginning to panic, Mila convened all the energy in her body to fight against the belts that made her a part of the madness. Hard, unforgiving eyes from either side of her peered down at her with disapproval. The supple skin of Mila's lower lip quaked, anxiety overruling all other instincts. Pleas were scraping the inside of her esophagus, desperate to be heard. A stutter at best, Mila croaked, "Help me. Help me, please. Let me go." With only a slight shrug in reply, the medical personnel only pushed her faster right through double doors, disappearing out of sight from what looked to Mila as a common room.

They entered a narrow hallway, lined with offices and odd rooms on either side. Finally the nurses stopped pushing the medical table onward, causing Mila to roll without control for a few seconds before halting completely. When she glanced around for assistance, the nurses had gone. Antagonizing minutes passed, only enabling Mila's innermost demons and thoughts to keep her company. That alone, was terrifying.

"Mila Franko," a voice stated, clear as day, "Formerly Mila Tsaryov of the Pokrovsky Catholic Orphanage."

The young woman fidgeted, her lavender hair thrashing to and fro as she wildly glanced around to find who was speaking to her. Or rather, speaking at her. But she couldn't see anyone from the position in which she was strapped. Just short of asking questions, the voice continued while the faint rising voice of a young man in another room pervaded Mila's ears as well.

"Caroline and David prescribed you to Paxil and Ritalin for your severe anxiety and ADHD, correct?"
"What are you - - - " Mila stammered.
"Correct, alright then, moving on."
"Wait - who are - - - "
"When you realized you could achieve a high from the medication you were prescribed you started selling and well, what we here call 'using', no?" The voice sounded as though it was getting a kick out of Mila's bewilderment.
"I'm not like, an addict," she pleaded, "It's not that illogical to sell those things…"
"Spoken like someone much older than sixteen," the voice breathed.
"Is it so goddamn abnormal that I realized I didn't need it? It was good for a thrill but it wasn't something I necessitated." She started to grow irate.
"But a true addict still. Your crude tongue obliterates any mature charm. But nevertheless, that is not important. What is important, Mila Tsaryov, is that we get you clean and sane."
"That's a joke, right? You've got to be shitting me."

ImageHe stepped into view, his unblemished spectacles glimmering under the merciless lights. At Mila's best guess, he couldn't have been a day over thirty eight. Something glimmered in his eyes, something that made Mila's stomach wrench and jerk with uneasiness. His hands steadied along the periphery of the gurney as he leaned in to get a good look at the teenager. Anxiety whirred in her head, in turn she blinked rapidly and grew neurotic beneath his scrutiny. She tried to turn away from his inspection, the strain in her muscles growing more evident as so did the ache in her body. Unbeknownst to Mila, she began to jitter and twitch, her body temperature plummeting by the minute. As her paling blue eyes rolled back into his direction, he lowered his glasses down the bridge of his nose, a sinister grin spreading across his unpigmented white teeth, "That's what we call 'withdrawal'."

Suddenly the hallway closed in, blackness eating away at the man's face. Mila's body began to convulse uncontrollably as her eyes frantically searched for help, only rolling in the direction of the ceiling to see the bulbs exploding. A painful buzzing sounded in her head before the blackness ate her, too.

"She's on another planet, right now - trust me, she won't be coming back for a while."

The strange voice swayed Mila's siesta. When consciousness arrived again, Mila's petite feet were dragging front-side down along frigid linoleum. Beneath each arm, stout male nurses supported her. In truth it felt as if she were floating. She was unable to keep her eyes open as she glided along unfamiliar territory, soon to be propped on a couch in a fairly vacant activity room. Absently she reached for one of them, only grasping thin air as her eyes opened to realize she was alone. The furniture decorating the room was horribly outdated with some wear and tear, along with the television that flickered across the way. She looked down at herself, her wrists red, familiar white shoes glowing faintly and arms bruised but still, the rest of her sported her own clothing. At least they were generous enough to leave that much the same. Absentmindedly Mila brought the back of her palm across her mouth, surprised to see she wiped a way quite a bit of foam.

Where am I?

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The school day was horrible for Tessa. All her friends ditched without telling her so basically she talked to no one, and no one talked to her. It was kind of sad because Tess only had a select amount of friends that she was almost certain just used her for her money. Her and her "friends," were considered the popular group at school. They weren't mean girls or anything, but they could be. One time her friend Tiffany poured milk on a 6th graders head because he tried to sit at their table. Tessa hated thinking about what her and her friends had done to people they didn't even know.

On her way walking home, the girl could hear loud footsteps getting closer and closer behind her. She didn't know where Paul was so he couldn't defend her. Tess calmed down and thought to herself Maybe I'm overreacting...lots of people like to walk or jog around this part of to-" Before Tessa finished her though, she was grabbed from behind. Having anxiety and asthma wasn't fun in this situation. Tess couldn't help but hyperventilate. But that did her no good because the man had managed to physically throw her into a car and slam the door shut.


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Paul ditched the rest of the school day as usual. To be honest, Paul could care less about school. He got somewhat good grades so at east he was an average student. Paul also hated school because girl hounded him. He was more attractive than most of the football team but he didn't play any sports so he couldn't understand why these girl were so attracted to him. They didn't even know him! Off in the distance, Paul heard the last bell of the day ring and he went on his home. Although he noticed something very strange. A large man coated in black forcing a girl into this car that had writing on it. Mrs. Diegel's Home for the Mentally Insane. He could hear the screams and sobs from the girl that managed to escape the man's hand that covered her mouth. Then it hit him. Tess...

The boy was angry. His sister and mother were the only family he had and someone thought they could just take them away like that?! Paul sprinted at the man only to be somehow also beaten and thrown into the car. Paul comforted his hysterically crying sister. He hugged her and held her tight. Paul felt Tessa nuzzle into his shoulder still sobbing. The boy could tell that she was scared. But what was even worse was, she didn't even know where they were headed.

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Character Portrait: Hailie Russell Character Portrait: Ethan Holler Character Portrait: Mila Franko

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What caused Ethan to switch from indignant mockery to outright fear was the girl. When Igor 1 and Igor 2 were "escorting" him past the gurney, he noticed her strapped down on it much like he had been to his chair. Nonetheless, despite the glazed look in her eyes, Ethan could tell that she was terrified out of her mind. Not only that, but he thought she looked familiar, but he was distracted from his recollections when he saw her doctor. He had never approved of the bullying some of the richer and more popular kids engaged in at his school. This doctor's expression was related to the cruel expression of some of those kids, but in the way a sun was related to a spark. This doctor wasn't mean or cruel. He was pure evil. Ethan shivered.

Soon enough, Ethan found himself in an activity room that looked like it hadn't changed since the early 90's. There was ping-pong table with taped up paddles and balls that were dented or had holes in them, a fuzzy TV, an old Nintendo 64 with only one cracked controller, and furniture that was from the 80's or 90's. Ethan sighed as he looked up at the TV. He needed a drink or something stronger, but he wasn't going to take the medication they offered him. He preferred to be the one to choose what he put in his body, thank you. Still, he might succumb if the urge grew too much, which he knew it probably would.

He looked up when another couple of Igors deposited the girl from earlier. His eyes widened. He knew her. He had bought from her before. Mila was no druggie like he was. He could tell if his supplier was using their own supply and Mila certainly didn't or, if she did, it wasn't frequently. He sat next to her and tried to smile reassuringly at her.

"Now I know something is up. I didn't think they'd have us both. Trust me, I didn't give them any names, especially yours."

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Character Portrait: Hailie Russell Character Portrait: Ethan Holler Character Portrait: Mila Franko

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Hailie was led inside to a common room where she found two other people. Before she was allowed in the room, the goonies gave her a list of rules about medication and such, to which she rolled her eyes to. "Whatever. I'll follow your damn rules. I'm not even supposed to be here so you better be lucky if you get me to comply." She pushed her way through and walked inside, seeing a boy and girl about her age, maybe a tad bit older.

Sitting down on the couch, Hailie looked over at what seemed to be the boy comforting the girl. "I'm Hailie," she said, getting straight to the point, "what "disorder" have they said you have? I'm an anxiety prone depressant with suicidal tendencies, even though I don't even touch the sharp knives. What's your story?"

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Ethan couldn't help it. He chuckled a little.

"Well, I am a spoiled rich brat who took to drinking and abusing drugs because being drunk and high feels really, really, really good. That and all the other kids were doing it, so I just wanted to be cool," he joked before finishing, "But seriously, I am a druggie and a drunk. And I'm rich. I like to party too. I was expecting to be sent to the Caribbean or Hawaii to a nice five star resort to detox. I didn't expect my parents to send me to a place like this."

He stroked his chin, "I must have underestimated them. It's not like them to do anything that would open them up to gossip. Sending me somewhere tropical for a "vacation" would have better preserved their reputation."

He blinked before gesturing to Mila.

"Oh, this is Mila. I have no idea what disorder she has, but I've bought some nice pills from her before."

He sighed before searching his clothes fruitlessly for his flask. He groaned.

"I really need a drink. Preferably whiskey this time of day."

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Hailie laughed. "Well, spoiled rich brat, this anxiety proned depressant would very much enjoy a drink if you ever get a hold of one." She looked over at Mila, the girl sprawled about on the couch. "So you're a dealer, huh? I hate drugs. Never had a taste for 'em. Not much of a drinker either, but hey, at this point I'm good for anything."

She sighed and leaned back against the couch.

"Who else is trapped here and just how crazy are they?" she opened one eye to look at Ethan. "Because who wants to trapped in an insane asylum with a bunch of crazy people, right?"

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Character Portrait: Hailie Russell Character Portrait: Ethan Holler Character Portrait: Mila Franko

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Mila had been focusing on the ceiling lights for so long, wondering how they miraculously refashioned themselves against the plaster surface. Imperceptible ramblings from the television collateral to the hard, uncomfortable couch pervaded her thoughts. Well, that was only until he came into the milieu that was Mila's vision, playing in half time.

Dusky, shaggy hair framed his face and accompanied enigmatic eyes. She recognized him. Letting her head fall forward a bit, a distinct groan absconded from her trachea as faded purple tresses fell all about her shoulders. He was speaking, but the prospects that decamped from his mouth turned to slush as soon as they reached a discernible point for Mila. She squinted her eyes. Her face almost contorted in pain, like she was truly struggling to grasp the situation, let alone what ever the familiar young man was saying.

"…I didn't give them any names, especially yours."

It hit her with the force and weight of ten thousand bricks. The acknowledgement sank beneath her skin, traveling in spasms through her veins right into her cranium. It was Ethan. The investigated drug snob who kept Mila's pockets lined. From past experience she could recall him being disarming in the way he spoke with charm but also quick, rude at times, too. Blinking images of his smile and a wad of cash hidden in his palm speckled her thoughts. Skewed, her ability to remember acute details disintegrated as Ethan took a seat next to her wearing a rather sheepish simper. Still in a daze, Mila nodded to him and reached to run one, jittery hand through her hair.

When their company was inflated as a newcomer arrived, Mila replied in a delayed fashion, "That's okay, Ethan. If you did… It's whatever." Mila's vocalization was cracky at best, garbled with the influence of a sedative. Ethan would be fortunate if he could even understand her remotely. Mila let her head hang back for a moment, then decided to look around again. She wasn't so fargone that she couldn't distinguish the pretty little blond whose tresses stood out against sickly pallid walls, and to greet her, Mila attempted to say hello, most of her senses gone. But what ended up coming out was, "Heeeh… Low. Eghhh."

Her thoughts were hurtling over each other like disabled legs in a foot race. The amount of sedatives that were given to her felt like they were enough to put a Wooly Mammoth on its ass, and that was terrifying considering Mila was only a little over a hundred pounds. Mila was just picking up on the other girl talking in her direction when she slowly began to droop from the couch, torso first. In her attempt at movement, she almost ended up in Ethan's lap but narrowly avoided it as she proceeded with determination. Fingers from each hand danced timidly until they traced the linoleum floor, cool to the touch. She flattened her palms to the brisk surface. With her feet still on the couch, Mila began to crawl away from the divan in a disturbingly slow way, incapable of utilizing her legs properly. Inwardly it made her panic but outwardly she had trouble expressing any emotion let alone notions. Fragments of the conversation behind her managed to spike her priority and send it away for at least the time being.

"I…" Mila dropped completely onto the ground, rolled on to her back and stared into the air above her, "Can you?… It's what… Ever… It was just a means of…" The young woman paused for a long time, even appearing not to breath, "Dude I'm sloshed right now." She tugged at the seam of her thin denim shirt.

She closed her bloodshot blue eyes, "Just a means of a little extra cash."

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Character Portrait: Tessa King Character Portrait: Paul King

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Tessa slowed her sobs as the car started moving. She still didn't know where they were going but at least she knew her brother was with her. Trying to sound quiet so the man who had "kidnapped" them couldn't hear, Tessa quietly whispered to Paul.
"Where are we going Paul? I'm really scared and I think my anxiety's picking up..." Tess said with a slight tremble in her voice.
"I don't know...." Paul said sternly.
Tessa could tell he was lying and that he knew but I didn't argue. It sounded like he was just trying to protect her after she'd said her anxiety's picking up. Suddenly, the car came to a quick stop that made both Tessa and Paul jerk forward. The man opened the door on Tessa's side and dragged them out individually. Tessa watched Paul trying to resist but the man in black was too strong and managed to force them inside. She began crying harder as they entered the building to blank and dead stares.


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Paul tried to fight back the man in black but his grip was too strong and eventually managed to drag both him and his sister into the old creepy building. He heard his sister's sobbing get louder as they entered the building and it felt like a little part of him broke inside. The boy loved his sister, he truly did and to hear her cry like that broke his heart. Paul almost wanted to attempt wriggling out of the man's grip and comforting his sister but he wouldn't dare. They were too many people staring and it was definitely scary. And for once, Paul could actually admit he was frightened.

((OOC: Awh! Brotherly/Sisterly love! Just a question :/ would any of you mind if I used first person? It just easier for me but if you all aren't comfortable with that it's fine! :) Btw-sorry about the format changes. Those two ^^ weren't really working out for me :/ XD))

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Character Portrait: Hailie Russell Character Portrait: Ethan Holler Character Portrait: Mila Franko

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Ethan nodded at Mila's words as well as that of the new girl's. Mila would need to sleep off the sedatives. It was the only way to deal with them. He didn't much like sedatives. They gave you less of a high and more of a sluggish feeling. It was basically like those mornings where you were half-asleep but unable to get back to sleep or get up. He smiled slightly at the new girl.

"I wouldn't know about the other denizens here. I only just got here and, from the looks of it, so did Mila. It looks like we're all entering this blind."

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The insane asylum known as "Mrs. Diegel's Home for the Mentally Insane"

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Hey, I can be patient 5, if she still open? And can I also change the face to this girl from girl code. :D

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Hey guys!! ^_^ I"ll post in a bit! :)

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hoodrattt wrote:Thank you so much! I'd even be willing to make my character a brother if there would need to be equal roles for each gender!

I'll have her submitted by tonight.


Alright! But it's your choice whether you want to make a brother or not :)

almostinsane wrote:I think a girl should even out the genders. :)


Yep it would! :)

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I think a girl should even out the genders. :)

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Thank you so much! I'd even be willing to make my character a brother if there would need to be equal roles for each gender!

I'll have her submitted by tonight.

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hoodrattt wrote:Is there room for another character by any chance?!?!?! This is so exciting I'd love to be a part of it.


Of course! There's always room for another character :)

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Is there room for another character by any chance?!?!?! This is so exciting I'd love to be a part of it.

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almostinsane wrote:Hey, I submitted my character. I used Avan Jorgia as a faceclaim.


Accepted! :)

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Hey, I submitted my character. I used Avan Jorgia as a faceclaim.

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BBSweetie wrote:Wait I'm confused. What date are we starting at in the RP? I thought they were already in the insane asylum?


Your character can start there if you want them to. I'm going to start mine the day the get kidnapped and then progress from there :)

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Wait I'm confused. What date are we starting at in the RP? I thought they were already in the insane asylum?

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Hey guys!
I'm just going to post an intro post so I can set the plot for you people and make your lives a little easier. XD ^_^

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almostinsane wrote:That's good. I'll try to have him up by tomorrow night if that's okay. If not, you can start without me. :)


Alrighty! :)

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That's good. I'll try to have him up by tomorrow night if that's okay. If not, you can start without me. :)

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almostinsane wrote:Darn, this is full...

Is it possible for there to be an additional spot to be made? I think I can search for an appropriate face claim or use the one September Fog discarded.


Of course! I'm always excited for new characters! ^_^

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SeptemberFog wrote:Could I reserve Patient Two but change his face claim to Phil Lester?

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:3


Sure thing!! :)

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Darn, this is full...

Is it possible for there to be an additional spot to be made? I think I can search for an appropriate face claim or use the one September Fog discarded.

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Could I reserve Patient Two but change his face claim to Phil Lester?

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:3

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VitaminHeart wrote:Hah, you're using a photo of a building literally up the road from my house. I walk my dog there.


No way! >.< That's so weird!!