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Penelope Cartwright

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a character in “Sweetwood Hospital for the Mentally Unstable”, as played by bandgeek

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PENELOPE CARTWRIGHT

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Name
"If you must talk to me..." She prefers to be called Pen, and most only know her by this name.

Age
"'tis but a number." Seventeen

Disease
"Does it really matter?" Insomnia.



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Eyes
"They are an ugly brown color that I despise, they look like lake water." Penelope's eyes are somewhat of a murky brown that she can't stand. The only thing she likes about them is the specks of gold that seem to float within them. Unfortunately her deceased mother made her wear contacts, making her eyes appear blue instead because people used to stare at the unusual nature of their color. She still wears them, even though her mother is gone, simply because she has always been told it was safer.

Hair
"It's black, are you blind?" Her hair is the color black, though many like to describe it as chocolate-y or even dark brown because it's color almost can appear to be so in the light. It falls in gentle waves, resting just a bit below her shoulders. Though sometimes she will choose to curl it, it takes quite a while though due to it's thickness, and she really is not all that patient.

Body
"I'm not little..." She fits almost perfectly into the "petite" category, being just above five foot[ five foot one inch to be exact, though the world naturally rounds down ] and only a hundred and two pounds. Though, sometimes a turn off to others, she is rather pale. People used to tease her for being "white as a ghost", though she never minded it. The reason she has always been so pale is because she doesn't really like to go out in the sun, she much more prefers the night. As you can see from the picture on the right, she isn't necessarily "strong". You can even see her ribs somewhat.

Style
"Style, hah." Most girls go out of their way to look "pretty" for guys, right? This girl is probably the complete opposite, she chooses to be comfy rather than be whore-y. You'll rarely catch her in a skirt, actually she doesn't even own one. Though you'll also rarely catch her with pants on, unless in public. She prefers to wear longer shirts[ longer, heh, just long enough to cover everything ], often old band tee shirts or even some of her brothers button down shirts. She also prefers to not wear shoes, just unmatching socks.

Personality
"You'll only know the person I want you to." She lives in a world of theoretical possibilities. Penelope sees everything in terms of hot it could be improved, or what it could be turned into. She lives primarily inside her own mind, having the ability to analyze difficult problems, identify patterns, and come up with logical explanations. The girl seeks clarity in everything, and therefore is driven to build knowledge. Highly valuing intelligent and the ability to apply logic to theories to find solutions, she typically is so strongly driven to turn problems into a logical explanation. Most of her life is lived inside of her head, and she doesn't place much importance or value in the outside world. Her natural drive to turn theories into concrete understanding may turn into a feeling or personal responsibility.

She values knowledge above all else. Her mind is constantly working to generate new theories, or to prove or disprove existing theories. She approaches problems and theories with enthusiasm and skepticism, ignoring existing rules and opinions and defining her own approach to the resolution. And she seeks patterns and logical explanations for anything that interests he. She is usually extremely bright, and able to be objectively critical in her analysis. She loves new ideas, and becomes very excited over abstractions and theories. This is a topic she loves to discuss with others. Though she may seem "dreamy" and distant to others, because she spends a lot of time inside her mind.

She does not like to lead or control people. Penelope is very tolerant and flexible in most situations, unless one of her firmly held beliefs has been violated or challenged, in which case she may take a very rigid stance. The girl is likely to be very shy when it comes to meeting new people. On the other hand, she is very self-confident and gregarious around people she knows well, or when discussing theories which she fully understands.

Penelope has no understanding or value for decisions made on the basis of personal subjectivity or feelings. She strives constantly to achieve logical conclusions to problems, and doesn't understand the importance or relevance of applying subjective emotional considerations to decisions. For this reason, she is usually not in-tune with how people are feeling, and is not naturally well-equipped to meet the emotional needs of others.

She may have a problem with self-aggrandizement and social rebellion, which will interfere with her creative potential. Since her Feeling side is her least developed trait, the girl may have difficulty giving the warmth and support that is sometimes necessary in intimate relationships. If she doesn't realize the value of attending to other people's feelings, she may become overly critical and sarcastic with others.

Penelope is usually very independent, unconventional, and original. She is not likely to place much value on traditional goals such as popularity and security. She usually has complex characters, and may tend to be restless and temperamental.




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Likes
"Nothing girly." Penelope likes a lot of things, well a lot of silly things. She likes to play pranks and laugh, run around the house singing and dancing until someone literally has to hold her to get her to calm down. She loves candy, though she really shouldn't have much of it because she gets hyper way too easily. To be more serious though, she likes to read and write, if you're lucky you may catch her playing guitar or singing, though she only does it at night because she can't sleep, along with sketching. Something she would never admit is that she likes to cuddle or be held, touch is a really big thing for her, as in she'll crawl all over people or try and sit in their laps, though it's so innocent and playful that it can't be really thought of as anything other. Lastly she loves the rain, and misses it, her dreams are to be kissed in the rain and dance in the refrigerator light at midnight, sounds like a Taylor Swift song, right?

Dislikes
"Girls." Obviously she isn't too fond of her own gender, though there is multiple reasons behind that. The only girl she likes is Addison really. She doesn't like relationships, they terrify her. Being serious is boring, sitting still is impossible, and her brother is gone. Sometimes she will be teased for being skinny or anorexic, and she really can't stand that. Crying, that's a pretty normal thing to dislike, and she hates people seeing her cry. Other things include her insomnia, and the nightmares that haunt her when she actually can sleep.

So begins...

Penelope Cartwright's Story

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Character Portrait: Addison Thyme Character Portrait: Penelope Cartwright

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I giggled uncontrollably as I ran from the research room with my camera in hand. That lady with the strange eyes was going to go on my Curiosities wall. I could hear her trying to catch up to me as I turned a corner and ended up in the resident's hall. I dashed into the room with the words:

ADDISON THYME

Scrawled all over the door in sharpie. I slammed and locked the door behind me, giggling like a crazy person. You are crazy... I think to myself. "No I'm not!" I protest. "I just forget things. I am completely..." I look around the room with confusion. "Who was I talking to?" I look at the object in my hand and see the picture of the weird looking lady win white from the research room. I scowl and it falls to the floor as I raise my Polaroid to face myself. There's a click and a flash and out comes a photograph.

I reach over to the table next to me and take a thumb tack. Turning to the wall behind me, I balance on the balls of my feet as a strand of hair falls into my face and I scan the wall for a blank space. Seeing a small space where green paint peeks out from where several pictures overlap, I climb up on the table and tack the newest picture over the space. Jumping down, I stare at the ongoing masterpiece I started.... when did I start doing this?

Glancing around, I notice a box on my window seat. Oh yay! Did I put this here? I don't remember... Skipping over, I open the box and sigh. Now I remember. I did put this here. This is just my film box. Placing the box on the floor, I reach into my pocket and pull out a sharpie. When did I put that in there? Shrugging, I uncap it and sit on my knees on the window seat, doodling nonsense on the walls. Suddenly there's a knock on the door.

"Addison? Are you in there?" someone calls. Addison? Whose Addison?

"Sorry, no Addison here! Just..." I trail off. What is my name? Someone swears from the hallway, I hear shouting.

"Who the hell keeps giving her a key to her door!?" someone bellows. Yes, I would like to know that too. I sit on the bed peacefully and begin to giggle. Am I crazy?

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Pen sat at the top her bed, legs crossed underneath her as she appeared to be speaking to someone sitting at the end of her bed. "Greg, I told you that you shouldn't have gone to that party," her eyes were beginning to red as tears filled in them, though none fell. It was almost three AM, and it was only times like this that she saw her brother. Baby sister, you'll be okay without me. I know going to that party was... the stupidest thing I've ever done. I shouldn't have left you. Only a few tears fell from her eyes, though it was then that her brother slowly began to vanish. The girl reached her hand out to try and touch him, though when he was completely gone she let her hand drop. It landed on her guitar now, which she remembered setting down when her brother had arrived. With a sigh, she picked it up again.

And all I can taste is this moment/And all I can breathe is your life/'Coz sooner or later it's over/I just don't want to miss you tonight

Her voice was soft and beautiful, though not loud enough to carry outside of her room. Only guitar music could be heard, and soon a nurse peeked into her room and asked her to put the guitar down. With a small nod she did, continuing to hum quietly as she went to her desk. On her desk was a single sketchbook, a drawer inside the desk held all of her sketch pencils and colors, and there was a light hanging from the ceiling that she turned on if the big light was too bright for her eyes. Flicking the switch, she summoned up an image of her brother and began to draw.

By the time she heard Addison running past her room, she was just finished her sketch. It was completely black and white, like most of her pictures. Sometimes she felt the need to pin these up on her wall, but never had she actually done so. Each wall was still a blank black color, no scratch or picture on them. Four hours it had taken her to finish, since she estimated Addy ran by at around seven. The poor nurses had to deal with that crazy girl... sometimes she thought she was the most normal one here. All she had to deal with was insomnia, and occasionally seeing her dead brother. It was clear to her that he was dead, though his image still haunted her. It wasn't like she hadn't heard the doctors whispering about her possibly going crazy, but just the fact that she knew he wasn't real was a sign she wasn't. Sighing, she opened her book to another page and began to sketch again, this time drawing whatever came to mind.

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Character Portrait: Penelope Cartwright Character Portrait: Cecil Q. Character Portrait: James Talon

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James entered the hospital he had incredibly missed for the past three weeks. Who would've thought that I would rather be at a mental asylum then at home? he thought to himself. Jimmy just arrived back to the Sweetwood Hospital from a mandatory "vacation" at his parents house. Jimmy kept to himself the whole time, staying silent like he always has. Still, it was an extremely uncomfortable silence. Jimmy spent most of his time in his room while his parents conversed over pointless things,obviously confused on what to do with their helpless child.

Jimmy opened the large doors and entered a large, beautiful reception room. He walked up to the receptionist, her name tag brightly displayed on her left shoulder, and nodded at her. She looked down, and then asked, "Name?" Jimmy looked at her, before she said, "Oh right, James Talon. Sorry I forgot. Welcome back! I hope you enjoyed your vacation." Don't call me James, it's Jimmy. Jimmy had an unusual and quite unhealthy habit of replying to others in his head.

Jimmy settled his stuff down in his room, carelessly throwing everything around his room but his journal which he hid under his bed. Then he headed out to see the person he missed the most. He passed by Penelope, a girl with whom he was acquainted, and waved at her but avoided eye contact in fear of getting noticed. Nearby Penelope was the room he was looking for. Jimmy neatened his clothes, and then knocked at Cecil's door, hoping she was in her room because otherwise he would have to look for her.

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Character Portrait: Penelope Cartwright Character Portrait: Grantus McBride

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#, as written by Naught
"Mom! Dad!" There are two people who stand out the most in a huge crowd. Tap, tap, tap, tap. There's a boy trying to catch up with them. But, the more he ran the further they had gotten. Then they are starting to get farther, farther, farther; farther away. But, the little boy he ran, he ran, he ran but, the more he ran the farther they got away. No there was no reason for the boy to give up but, they seemed so far away. He stood there in the middle of the large crowd, eyes and face filled with tears. Were they looking for him to or was it that they didn't care? So, he picked up on things that weren't very normal but, the things he had start doing was normal to him. Traveling from home to home, foster to foster, facility to facility; he knew none of them could handle him he was quite the problem. No one could stop the problems not even an asylum.

Death? Who would be fascinated with death? No one would be fascinated as much as Grant could. One time he wasn't feeling to happy having to travel from place to place, so he went to the nearest cemetery and layer down around the graves talking to himself and enjoying 'their' company. He wasn't crazy, well, maybe just a little bit and he still doesn't call that insulting, now he takes it as a compliment so almost everyone calls him crazy. The only thing he hated about himself is that he can never go to a family and expect them to be accepting who you are. But, none of them really knew how to take care of him since they realized they were to busy for a child or for him they would try to send him to a mental hospital and mental hospital unbelievably couldn't keep up with him either.

"What a wonderful piece of artwork this is. Oh yes it is, it is fantastic." This was the 7th time he would talk to himself today. He had a couple things wrong with him either it was spending the day with the dead or having a good conversation or two with himself. Holding up a skull with his right hand, loving everything and anything hep wished he had drawing experience then he wouldn't have to ask 'her' to draw anything he couldn't. It really sucked but, he rarely had a chance to talk to her without saying anything in a jitter nervous mess. Cold, pale, blue eyes focus on every single detail, each crack and stain on that beautiful piece of human being body part. "How many are there!? I have one, the rest are buried under ground." He knew he could get in trouble for having this in her but, he wasn't going to get caught any sooner. He knew how to hide things being the troublemaker that he is.

"I wonder if she's in her room. Lets hurry so they won't see me with this." Walking quickly down the halls, he was kind of nervous to talk to her. Well, he was actually pretty nervous talking to mostly everyone in this mental hospital. Walking to her room he took a very, very deep breath, and peeked inside the room, only popping his head out for her to see that it was him. "Um, Penelope." He jitters loud enough for only him and her to see. Being nervous as he is he popped his head away to take a deep breath once again. Popping his head back in.