Setting
Welcome to Rosewood Mental Institution, where the extraordinary go to become normal. Each inmate shares a room with a roommate, and each member of staff has their own office, adjacent to their sleeping quarters. Besides during group sessions, inmates may visit staff members in their offices if they need to talk about anything.
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12 Characters Here
Lacross M. Leland [80] "The beads on the table are mine. Don't. Touch. Them."
Felope (Call her Vampirity) [58] ''I will rule as the Lord of the Shadows!"
Leslie C. Abrams [53] "No... I can do it myself."
Charlotte Lee Clark [46] I am powerful. I am power itself.
Camellia L. Darrell [35] "Keep your talents in check. You never know when they might desert you."
Antonio Harry William Rivera [35] "I didn't mean to do that..."
Zephen Holiday [27] "Hey you need any help?"
Nina Walker [12] "Call me short again. See what happens."
Barrett Carmen Anderson [11] "That must make you feel so... HELPLESS."
Samantha Barns Wellington [8] "Follow the rules and we'll get along."
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Felope walked silently after Lacross, watching how he walked with great interest, trying to figure out why he walked like that. She walked into the library after Lacross, not even paying attention to the others there. She just followed Lacross, looking at the books, trying to find a book that she liked. She stopped and got out a book before walking after Lacross again.
"Sorry..." Antonio apologised, trying to relax a little. He stared at the board for another moment before moving one of his knights. He remembered playing chess with one of his brothers a little while ago. He wondered what his brothers were doing right now, what were his family doing.
Antonio then heard someone say "Fekiikiri." He looked around confused, that was weird, he had no idea what it was supposed to mean.
Antonio then heard someone say "Fekiikiri." He looked around confused, that was weird, he had no idea what it was supposed to mean.
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"Just wave at him and don't ask because even I didn't understand that."Zephan said waving back at Lacross and"we will stop our game and go to lunch ok?Zephan asked his photographic memory working on where the pieces where.
Lacross smiled, running his hand on the books looking for something. He read some fiction, but mostly non-fiction for his needs at the moment. "I hope they have it here. Maybe I won't have to ask if the person in charge of this place where it is." He said to himself as he ran his claws against the books. "Ah! Here it is." He grabbed a rather large book off the shelf and thumbed through it to see if it was the right one. A book on famous art work, fantasy references and other things that pleased his sensibilities. "I said Hello." He said from the book aisle, finally realizing that what he said and for that matter his manner of absent minded speech, was rather limited in who knew it and would be rather surprising if someone actually responded back correctly or responded back in the language.
Antonio nodded to Zephan and stared at the chess board. I could erase his memory of this game right now... he thought, but that is against the rules, and therefore I shall not do such a thing, why would you even think that Antonio? He asked himself. Antonio shook his head in reply, wait, that was weird, "yeah sure, we'll carry on after lunch," he answered quietly.
Antonio glanced over at Lacross."I said Hello." He had said. Hello? What language was it in? It sounded quite peculiar, the only other language Antonio knew was Spanish and that was because of his dads side of the family. If you couldn't speak Spanish, then you would have a hard time talking to them.
"What language was it in?" Antonio asked him slowly.
Antonio glanced over at Lacross."I said Hello." He had said. Hello? What language was it in? It sounded quite peculiar, the only other language Antonio knew was Spanish and that was because of his dads side of the family. If you couldn't speak Spanish, then you would have a hard time talking to them.
"What language was it in?" Antonio asked him slowly.
Lacross looked over at Antonio, tilting his head to the side as his pupiles turned into dark slivers in a sea of silver. "Oh, It's draconic. It's a habit, I'll try to translate it if I do say something like that again." He said, his eyes turning to normal as he looked back down at the book. He normally kept to himself, talking to himself in the language to keep people at bay while he was working, but the habit of talking to people in it still persisted. He sighed to himself, feeling stupid for even letting it slip out.
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"Explainns why your here I'm sure about 99.9% of the population thought you were just plain crazy."Zephan said looking at Lacross he then touched a bit of grass his skin turned into grass and he began to lay in the sun saying"My lunch will take a while."
Felope left in all of a sudden and went to her room. She opened the door and closed it softly before sitting down on her bed and taking out the bag of blood. She smelled it before she opened it and got a glass. She got the blood in the glass before she threw the plastic away and took the glass. She drank from it, everything at once. The metalic taste filling her, satisfying her and the crimson red liquid making her mouth and lips a crimson red. She smiled and wiped her mouth before lying down on the bed and staring at the ceiling. She took out the book and started reading it to keep herself busy.
Leslie looked around. "You've been walking, you mean." Giggling, she peered at the doors. "Um, the rooms should be labelled, right?" she pointed to an arrow on the wall. "Look, that says that the girls' dorm is over there." Rounding the corner, she called, "It's here! Orchid Room!"
"Draconic? That sounds pretty cool," Antonio murmured, glancing at Lacross. Everyone here seemed to have some sort of ability that seem crazy or out of this world. His parents thought it was weird that he could change and manipulate memories? If they'd seen this place...
Antonio had originally thought that his parents had got over the incident, but his mother genuinely thought something was wrong with him after he began to draw scary looking creatures. Antonio sighed at the thought, he missed his family and would much rather that they didn't think of him as a freak. What were the chances of that? Maybe he really did need to get 'better'.
Antonio had originally thought that his parents had got over the incident, but his mother genuinely thought something was wrong with him after he began to draw scary looking creatures. Antonio sighed at the thought, he missed his family and would much rather that they didn't think of him as a freak. What were the chances of that? Maybe he really did need to get 'better'.
Charlotte giggled as Leslie bounded around the corner. She followed her and gazed at the line of doors up and down the hallway. Following Leslie, she walked quickly to catch up to her.
Leslie opened the door. "It's beautiful." The whole room was in different shades of purple, and bathed in sunlight. There was a double deck bed for them to share, and two desks at the corner of the room. The walls had beautiful paintings on them, and the toilet, leading off from a door in the opposite wall, looked rather large. Leslie suddenly stopped short. "Oh, wait. Shouldn't we have used the map? Oh, I feel so dumb now."
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Zephan was happy he could use his ability to produce energy through photosynthesis he didn't have to have food water however was a totally different story.
Lacross smiled, his scales flashing red for a second as he sat at a table, thumbing through the book. His craft kept him occupied and kept his frustration at a low simmer if he had the time to work, keeping the harm to anyone else to a minimum.
Strange for some, but normal for him to stay in his little 'hamster ball' and keep to himself as long as no one tried to pull him away from his comfort zone and drain his energy reserves. This tended to change from day to day; one day he could plow a field by himself and then next he couldn't be pulled out of bed without complaints of wanting to stay and read in bed (or as usual play warcraft against people he didn't know.)
He glanced over at antonio, debating wether to say anything to him or not. He seemed nice, albeit a bit more skiddish then he was, and looked down at his book, continuing to thumb through it.
Strange for some, but normal for him to stay in his little 'hamster ball' and keep to himself as long as no one tried to pull him away from his comfort zone and drain his energy reserves. This tended to change from day to day; one day he could plow a field by himself and then next he couldn't be pulled out of bed without complaints of wanting to stay and read in bed (or as usual play warcraft against people he didn't know.)
He glanced over at antonio, debating wether to say anything to him or not. He seemed nice, albeit a bit more skiddish then he was, and looked down at his book, continuing to thumb through it.
Antonio sighed quietly. It was a nice day, a fairly nice day, a day he would much rather be enjoying somewhere else.I'd rather be anywhere but here he thought to himself. The place looked nice, seemed nice and he knew that it would make him fit into society, which was what he wanted, but how long was he going to be here? Maybe he could pretend that he was better after a week or so, maybe they'd believe it. He rarely used his 'talent', it was something he dreaded, he hated it when terrible accidents such as the one a while ago occurred and he didn't want to mess up like that again.
Antonio, however, felt rather normal compared to the other people here, so he wasn't that strange. He fumbled with his fingers and closed his eyes for a moment. He knew that he would be here for a long time, whether he wanted to be or not.
Faking losing his power seemed like the best way to go.
Antonio, however, felt rather normal compared to the other people here, so he wasn't that strange. He fumbled with his fingers and closed his eyes for a moment. He knew that he would be here for a long time, whether he wanted to be or not.
Faking losing his power seemed like the best way to go.
Felope laid on bed, her eyes closed, her breathing fairly slow compared to normal. She was silent and hadn't moved for a while, not wanting to either. She was deep in thought.
Felope sat on the roof of her old home, looking at the stars, praying silently for her parents to be alright. She turned towards the Vampire beside her and looked down, not wanting to leave her home, and her family. But, she had no choice. She was too dangerous for her family, and she had to leave them, if she wanted or not. And so, she had to die. She had taken a special potion, or whatever it was, it made her feel nothing at all but kept her awake.
A few days later, she lay in a coffin, her eyes closed, seemingly dead. Her family was around her, crying and praying, before the coffin was buried. The Vampire then dug her out.
Felope opened her eyes and looked around. She sat up and sighed, looking at the ten scars on her finger tips. She hated what she was yet she couldn't change, not even if she wanted it so badly. There was no way back to humanity, she would always be a Vampire. She sighed and laid back down.
Felope sat on the roof of her old home, looking at the stars, praying silently for her parents to be alright. She turned towards the Vampire beside her and looked down, not wanting to leave her home, and her family. But, she had no choice. She was too dangerous for her family, and she had to leave them, if she wanted or not. And so, she had to die. She had taken a special potion, or whatever it was, it made her feel nothing at all but kept her awake.
A few days later, she lay in a coffin, her eyes closed, seemingly dead. Her family was around her, crying and praying, before the coffin was buried. The Vampire then dug her out.
Felope opened her eyes and looked around. She sat up and sighed, looking at the ten scars on her finger tips. She hated what she was yet she couldn't change, not even if she wanted it so badly. There was no way back to humanity, she would always be a Vampire. She sighed and laid back down.
Lacross looked over at the other boy, tapping his nail on the book. There wasn't really anyone else around to make a fool of himself, and he did seem on the side of shyness. Why not, he pondered, Don't think it will hurt. "So...ummm...What are you in for?" He asked, trying to come up with a suitable conversion starter.
"So...ummm...What are you in for?" Antonio opened his eyes. He must've looked normal compared to most the people here.
"My mum was worried about me..." Antonio answered quietly. "Two reasons I guess, she was worried about how I can manipulate, erase and add memories...and then she thought I was genuinely a freak," he sighed. "What exactly are you in here for?" Antonio asked, looking at the boy who had asked him the question.
"My mum was worried about me..." Antonio answered quietly. "Two reasons I guess, she was worried about how I can manipulate, erase and add memories...and then she thought I was genuinely a freak," he sighed. "What exactly are you in here for?" Antonio asked, looking at the boy who had asked him the question.
Lacross sighed in relief that he didn't get a back lash from his question. "My grandmother thought it would be best for me to...keep the beast at bay for a while since I had a few anger issues back home. Nothing major really, just...well this." the scales on his face faded to their cold cobalt blue and the same blue turned almost the same shocking shade. He took a deep breath and exhaled. The sound was that a deep and low growl as the breath formed a chunk of ice on the table next to the book.
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Zephan was tired of laying on the ground and rolled back onto his shoulder blades and pushed with his hands and kicked out with his feet causing him to pop up off the ground and land like a cat feet first he then began practicing tai chi.
Charlotte gazed widely at the room. It was royal purple, light lavender, and every other shade of purple known to man. Different shades covered the walls, two deck beds sat in the center, and a pair of twin desks sat in the corner. Light flooded into the room, making the paintings around room seem to dance off the walls. She smiled at the room, happy that she would be spending her days in such a lovely facility and not the dreaded 'estate' she lived in, or rather 'survived' in previously.
Turning to the sound of Leslie's voice, she answered. "The map! I forgot all about it!" She pulled it out of her back pocket. "Huh. Didn't think of using that." She giggled quietly.
Turning to the sound of Leslie's voice, she answered. "The map! I forgot all about it!" She pulled it out of her back pocket. "Huh. Didn't think of using that." She giggled quietly.
Leslie sighed. "Huh. Perhaps we should memorise it, it'll help us find our way around better." Gazing at Charlotte's awestruck face, she laughed to herself. "Seems that you like this room. Of course, you get the privilege of sleeping on the top bunk. I can't make my way up there."
Charlotte laughed as Leslie did. She did like the room. It was much better than her previous living quarters. It was beautiful. She was fond of the purple, and didn't want to leave. "The top bunk it is. Here's to hoping that I don't hit my head every time I wake up!" She jumped up the ladder and sank into the plush mattress, sighing.
Time Skip!
Due to the lack of response, we will be conducting a Time Skip. We will Skip ahead to Monday, 9 AM, when the wake up call will be sounded. Hope that all of you are still with us!
Due to the lack of response, we will be conducting a Time Skip. We will Skip ahead to Monday, 9 AM, when the wake up call will be sounded. Hope that all of you are still with us!
Beep! Beep! An irritating beeping sounded throughout the hall. Camellia sighed. She found that sound irritating, too. She'd been asking for ages to change the alarm, but the higher authorities saw no reason to agree to her request.
Rubbing a hand over her eyes, she yawned. Being the one to set off the alarm had always been the bane of her job. It meant that she had to wake up early, way earlier than the rest. She doubted Samantha was even up yet. Taking one last sip of her coffee, she got up and went to the cafeteria to await the inmates. She'd already told the orderlies to go in at 9:30 AM to take attendance and give the inmates their medication.
(OOC: Heads up guys, you can play the orderlies. I can't control anything; just make the orderlies do what you think is reasonable. Reasonable, you hear?)
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Leslie rolled over in her sleep, her light chestnut brown hair falling softly over her face. Suddenly, she was awakened by a rather loud beeping sound. She jerked awake. Sleepily, she mumbled to herself, "That must be the wake up call they told us about." Sitting up, she pulled her wheelchair over and maneuvered herself carefully into it. Stretching herself up as far as she could go, she tried to catch a glimpse of Charlotte, to see if she was awake yet. She couldn't see her; Charlotte must've been closer to the wall than she thought. Let her sleep a while more.
Going over to the toilet, Leslie splashed water on her face to wake herself up.
Felope opened her eyes and sat up. She growled lowly at the beeping noise but ignored it and got out of her bed. She looked around and went to the bathroom. She drank some water with her hands and looked around before going back to the bedroom and looking at the uniform. She shivered slightly and went through her own cloths she had got from the circus, trying to find something she wanted to pull on.
She wasn't going to listen, not to them. For her part they could die and move on, but she wasn't going to listen. She stretched and did a few push ups before pulling on a sloppy sea green pants, a white blouse, a blue veste over it and... She had no shoes! She shrugged and decided no shoes, she wouldn't put on the shoes of the uniform. She giggled slightly and bandaged her eye.
She noticed the door opening and backed away. She didn't like the two already. ''What do you want?'' she snapped at them. The two told her about the medicine.
After struggling against the two she hesitantly took the medicine. She then forced them out and changed her cloths to the uniform grumbling. ''Stupid people. I am completely normal, why would I take freaking medicine, or whatever it is?'' she growled to herself and made a fist, ready to smash it into the wall, she did it with all her force. She sat on her bed and looked at the hole, cocked her head, laid down and closed her eyes. ''Not today,'' she grumbled.
She wasn't going to listen, not to them. For her part they could die and move on, but she wasn't going to listen. She stretched and did a few push ups before pulling on a sloppy sea green pants, a white blouse, a blue veste over it and... She had no shoes! She shrugged and decided no shoes, she wouldn't put on the shoes of the uniform. She giggled slightly and bandaged her eye.
She noticed the door opening and backed away. She didn't like the two already. ''What do you want?'' she snapped at them. The two told her about the medicine.
After struggling against the two she hesitantly took the medicine. She then forced them out and changed her cloths to the uniform grumbling. ''Stupid people. I am completely normal, why would I take freaking medicine, or whatever it is?'' she growled to herself and made a fist, ready to smash it into the wall, she did it with all her force. She sat on her bed and looked at the hole, cocked her head, laid down and closed her eyes. ''Not today,'' she grumbled.