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Matt Perlow

"How do I get over something like this? What can I do to forget?"

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a character in “Therapy”, as played by Augustinsect

Description

Appearance: Image

Name of Participant: Matthew “Matt” Perlow
Age of Participant: 22
Gender of Participant: male
Field of Study: Post-traumatic Stress Disorder, Night Terrors, Intense Onset Psychosis and Paranoia
Participants Sexual Orientation: Straight.

Personality: Matt’s a soft-spoken kind of guy. Very smart, and very cautious, he tends to overthink his every move. His introverted attitude doesn’t afford him many friends, but he doesn’t mind. He enjoys being alone, in his thoughts. Only when he feels truly at home and in his element (which is very rare), does Matt open up. When he does, people find out that he’s very passionate about his interests, and a rather curious character.

Brief History: Matt grew up in a low-income family in Brooklyn. He was treated well, and when finding out he was a gifted mind, his parents sent him to a boarding school in New York City. Soon enough, Matt was graduating from Harvard top of his class, heading off to begin his adventurous career in journalism. Matt travelled all over the world, and loved it. Meeting interesting people, visiting exotic location, and having his work published in top notch magazines was a dream come true. So, when he received an invitation from TIME to meet up with their associate in Congo, who could even think of turning it down? Unfortunately, the war in Congo had escalated in violence and, when he arrived in the ramshackle airport, the associate was nowhere to be found. In a turn of events, which Matt refuses to talk about, he was captured by African Rebels. He was held hostage there for over a year and a half till a successful rescue mission brought him home. Since then, Matt had closed in on himself even more than usual. He never talked about his ordeal, even though the numerous scars on his body say there’s a story to tell. He’s plagued with horrific nightmares, and has developed irrational fears of nearly everything.

Other: As the history mentioned, Matt is riddled with scars. He has a still healing one on his face, just under his eye, as seen in the pic above.

I hereby give my consent to be included in Mr. Jones psychological experiment. I understand that the procedures will leave me cut off from everything I know and insert me into a new environment. I understand the risks and benefits of the experiment as well as the time required. I understand that other participants will be involved with close quarters, that there is very little privacy, and every action is used in the research. I understand that the results are confidential until published, but that names and ages may be changed upon request.

I understand that once I give my consent to be featured, I may not withdraw.

So begins...

Matt Perlow's Story

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Matt took out his one duffel bag from the trunk of the taxi. As soon as the door slammed shut, the driver his the gas and sped off away from the entrance of the institution. Matt watched it leave sadly. Not like he could blame the poor guy. Who wouldn't be a little freaked when he's greeted by his customer at the door with a shotgun to the face? Matt was surprised he even had the nerve to drive him here at all. With his 6' 4" frame, scarred face, and unruly hair, he probably looked like a complete psycho. Not that he wasn't...

Looking around, Matt was pleased that he didn't noticed anyone around. Oh, except a person near heading the entrance. A girl, he thought he could make out from where he stood. Matt outwardly winced at the prospect of actual interaction in this place. He knew it would come inevitably, but until than hoped to God (though he stopped believing a while back; it had become more of a habit, a reflexive instinct) that he could avoid it as much as possible. He didn't he could handle that, not now. Maybe not ever.

It hadn't even been Matt's idea to come here in the first place. It was his parents'. Maybe they were sick of hearing him waking up every night shouting and sobbing his eyes out, or refusing to shower, or not being able to stay in the same room as them for more than a few minutes. Maybe they really did want to help them. Matt couldn't tell. He hadn't talked to them, couldn't even look them in the face, since he got back. He didn't want to know what they thought of him, their shame... their pity...

Sighing, he headed towards the mansion. Matt looked up and around him, taking in every detail of the estate. It was beautiful, he had to admit. The weather was cloudy but warm, there was a massive outdoors area around the mansion where he could look around. Still, there were small details and features that he saw that forced Matt to duck his head and his heart to beat fast. Like the large cloth bags sitting near the garden (--that's fertilizer, they're filled with fertilizer. Not bod--) or the especially sharp ridges of the fences.

Now, looking down at his feet, Matt continued on. He was beginning to question what exactly he had signed himself into here. He was so lost in thought that he didn't manage to see the woman in front of him until it was too late. He bumped into her, rather forcefully. Tensing at the unexpected surprise, he blinked as now familiar images (Memories-- j-just memories...) flashed in his mind. His eyes unfocused for just a moment, before he forcefully shoved himself back into reality to look at the person he bumped into. Matt didn't look her in the eyes (Never the eyes...) instead looked just lower at her lips.

"Sorry about that," he muttered, "Are you ok?"

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Seth

The bumpy road eventually woke him up. It was a long way from home and he was relatively surprised he was escorted in a taxi, of all things, to get here. Not that he was complaining. All things considered, he didn't want to make his first impression from the back seat of a police car. He snickered, Then again, that could've been a great conversation starter. He shifted his way to the cab door and squinted his eyes as the sun blazed through the window. From what he could see, he was fairly high up. Trees were everywhere, lining the road and the house ahead, making the area seem forlorn and apart from the rest of the world. He snorted and slumped back into his seat. He supposed he belonged here, the place being so far out in the middle of nowhere. What could happen out here? The thought of having no internet, phones, television..pretty much the amish life if you don't include electricity- which he prayed to god this place had, put a bad taste in his mouth. He was starting to wonder if this place was really the lesser of two evils. At least prison had TV..

The cab pulled up along side of the building and he sighed. Already people were filing up. Just how many are gunna be here? He wondered sizing up the quartet as they made their way inside. One male, three females. A smirk found its way to his lips. At least there were chicks. He knew some crazy girls, they were always interesting. Nothing was better than playing with screwed up women..except for that one time- but he learned his lesson. This time there was no place to go. He'd be stuck with these strangers until this 'therapy session' was done, or if he felt like hiking, however many miles, back towards civilization. He helped himself out of the taxi, slinging his pack upon his shoulders. He wasn't a crazy superficial person, he didn't have much- just a few books, spare clothes, hair stuff..He was wishing he had more now, however, upon getting a better look at the place. "Great.." he muttered to himself as the cab drove away, "No going back now.."

He shifted his pack weight and paused a moment, unconsciously clicking his tongue, before introducing himself to the group. "So," he called out pushing his way into the building, "Anybody have a look around Bates Motel yet?" He wasn't exactly sure if everyone was supposed to wait in the entrance, he wasn't given any specific directions. No one was there to register them anyway, so why not look around? He was anxious get things rolling. The sooner this thing starts the sooner I'm out. Also, he wanted first dibs on the best room.

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Character Portrait: Matt Perlow Character Portrait: Salice Character Portrait: Amelia Morgan Character Portrait: Seth Carver Character Portrait: Stella Angelo Character Portrait: Theo Chang
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Seth

He stood awkwardly for a moment, his fingers fidgeting with his pack straps, as he looked about the entrance. He wasn't exactly pleased with the way things were going. Everyone seemed to be lost in their own little worlds. He frowned, growing slightly irritated. This was why he wasn't a people person. He was nice enough to put himself out and crack the ice a bit, but no one was willing to bite. He gazed about the corridor, taking note of the age of the building. It was beautiful, he wouldn't deny that, but something about the place felt..unnerving, as if he could feel eyes upon him. He shook the feeling away and mentally kicked himself. Yeah, great idea, genius. Freak yourself out. He chuckled at himself, noting his sudden uncertainty of exploring the halls now. Last thing he wanted was to stumble upon a body, or ghost, or whatever spooky shit he could think of. This was definitely the building for it.

His attention shifted as an other person entered from outside. He turned, welcoming the distraction, and smirked. Another chick. Damn, this place was going to be brimming with girls if this keeps up, He chuckled softly to himself, And people think guys have more issues.. Either this was going to be horrible, or this was going to be heaven. Stuck in a building full of females may be one man's dream, but Seth could see the downside to that. Girls had a habit of either grouping together or making their female counterpart's lives miserable, in turn making everyone else miserable, and heaven help everyone during their 'special moment', as they call it, when they become crazier than normal. They weren't human. What creature could bleed for days and not die, honestly? That and since everyone here seemed to have some sort of 'issue'..things definitely wouldn't be dull.

He watched as the new girl walked by, seemingly shaking her head at him. Well, screw you too, he thought, grimacing when he caught wind of her cigarette smell. Ugh. Definitely lost hot points. He frowned, watching as she sat down upon the floor. It was a shame too. She was kind of pretty. In fact all these chicks weren't that bad looking, he thought as he scanned the group once more. He just hoped they all didn't smoke. Last thing he wanted was to be stuck in the middle of nowhere in a place that stunk of cigarettes. That or possibly be tasting it..one never knew. Females may be one of the stranger things to walk the earth, but, damn, they could give a guy a good time.

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Seth

“Yeah it’s creepy as fuck, but it’s free.” The new voice drew his attention and he turned to the girl who now stood beside him. He tensed some, startled by her sudden appearance, and took a step back. He didn't like that she snuck up on him without realizing, but he managed to keep himself composed and merely smiled awkwardly upon her Psycho impression. Free? Did he hear her right? Was she here as some kind of test subject or was she here for help? He knew he wasn't paying for any of this, it was all coming out of the state's pocket, so he was unsure just what exactly she meant. If she was some sort of test subject that wasn't going to sit well with him. What sort of place would endanger a volunteer by sticking her in with a bunch of possibly violent psychopaths? Not anyplace he wanted to be 'treated' in that was for sure. He opened his mouth to ask her straight out, but she seemed to have other things in mind. So, instead, he watched, in confused amusement, his head tilted some, as she bounded away and began conversing with an old painting. Well, that settles that question, he decided, snickering as she eventually sat down. He shook his head and shrugged. Not like he was one to judge, him being here as well. This was a place for crazy people. Who knew what she thought. For all he knew, everyone else here was thinking they were standing in friggin' Candyland, singing with cartoon kittens and such. He laughed at that thought, turning once more as more newcomers made their way into the building.

His smiled disappeared upon seeing the male and was replaced by a look of distrust and disapproval. The way he held himself, his ragged, sickly appearance..either this guy was sick or he was coming off something. Growing up with drug-addicted parents made things a bit easier to see in that area. Junkies weren't hard to point out. That and seeing as this was supposed to be a 'treatment' center, he could bet this guy wasn't suffering from the common cold. Though that in itself made him think twice. The guy wasn't twitching or spazzing out, so he possibly wasn't that hard of a user. That and him being here meant either he or someone was trying to change something in his life. Either way he supposed was good, but that still didn't take away the unease he felt of there being a possible drug abuser in the building. He unconsciously traced his fingers along the scar which tore across his neck. Drug addiction was no game. It fucked with people's lives.

"Mohawk!" Again, he was jolted out of his thoughts as yet another girl made herself known. His smile returned with full force, realizing she appreciated the hair. It was something he was usually scorned about. Knowing that there were some people who understood the term 'different' made his hope for humanity raise..just a little bit. "I was just admiring the hair. It's awesome." He nodded his head in agreement as she stepped up to him. "I know," he grinned, shifting his pack. He didn't like most people, but that didn't mean he didn't like being the center of attention. He was about to say something more, when the girl from before spoke out. "It happens to everyone. As long as you don't do that during sex, things will be pretty good."

"Heh," He laughed at her unexpected bluntness. He was surprised to see things already heading down that road. He couldn't help but raise his brows upon her remark about the driver pulling a gun on her, quickly casting the Asian girl a questioning glance. "A gun, huh?" Whether the chick was telling the truth or not, he didn't really care, but he supposed he'd try to keep things nice before they all really got to know each other. Thus, deciding it would be in his best interest to skip the "Why are you here?" part, he introduced himself. "Name's Seth," he nodded, unconsciously clicking his tongue, "I dunno about you guys, but I'd like to hold onto my little bit of privacy whilst I can. I'm sure we're all gunna find out our 'dirty little secrets' later." He emphasized 'dirty little secrets' whispering sarcastically.

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Theo felt her nervousness disappear just a little as the guy with the mohawk not only grinned at her, but nodded as well and agreed with her. Not that he wouldn't, but an 'I know', was much better than a 'yeah idiot, that's why I have one'. Not that she didn't appreciate sarcasm she was just...not in the mood or mindset.

She smiled at the girl that blurted out to the mohawk-sporter. Seeing the girl's face become embarrassed, Salice said to her, "It happens to everyone. As long as you don't do that during sex, things will be pretty good." She spoke in a joking manner and she smiled a little more.

Her attention was quickly pulled away when she heard another girl's voice. She recognized her appearance from one she'd blankly looked over from before, and scoffed out a laugh. "That's names. Particularly the wrong one."

She went to sit as she placed her stuff down and looked up at the new girl. Salice...that was interesting. "I'm Theo," she explained, but her accent gave a little twist to it.

She caught mohawk-guys questioning glace when the girl talked about a gun, and her small eyes went wide when she shrugged slightly.

She herself was actually going to answer the question about why she was there, but after Seth's answer and a quick glance towards him she agreed. So she turned her eyes back towards Salice. "Sorry but...I gotta agree with him..." Before the girl got a chance to answer, a large door opened, demanding the attention of the room.

Theo turned slightly to look as an older man entered the room.

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Dr. Jones strolled into the room with a smile on his face, surveying his little group of misfits. He was extraordinarily pleased with the turnout.

"Hello everyone," he stated with a little nod as he made his way to the front of the room. "We should all be here. But I'll leave this list here to sign yourselves in after a moment." He healed up the list for everyone to see before sitting it down on the counter.

"First of all, the bedrooms are all on the top two floors, so you will all be choosing these on your own later. I you feel like you need a certain bedroom, let me know and we will discuss it. You've all seen the entrance, and here we are in the greeting hall. To the left is the dining room. Everything is stalked, but if you need certain foods due to allergies or intolerance, we can fetch them for you.

"To the right is the living room and a library. Please do not abuse the books, but feel free to read them. There are outside entrances to all the ground floor rooms. The living room is where we will have our group therapy meetings. At the end of the hall behind the stairs is the family room..." He pointed to the double grand staircase when he mentioned this. "This is the largest room in the house and will be a great meeting place. It connects to the grand kitchen and the breakfast nook."

"Upstairs there are two utility rooms, one on each floor. The bathrooms are all the same size and equip in each room. There are also two hall bathrooms, one on the top floor and one in the hall here. In each upstairs floors there is a game room, which would be a good place for you to convey."

He leaned back on one of the side table and crossed his arms loosely. "You can all look around later. Our sessions will not begin until tomorrow. Privet, at first. Once everyone gets used to each other we will begin to work with groups. There will be no curfews as to when people have to be in bed, but I myself will be asleep around ten or so. Therefor respectable levels of sound would be greatly appreciated. Are there any questions?"

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Salice peaked over Theo's shoulder and as she did, she watched the doctor step into the room. At first, she thought, 'Wow, he looks just as insane as I am.' but as he spoke she shut down the thought after hearing he was the doctor.

As Dr. Jones finished with Kieran and Theo, Salice asked, "Yes, I have one," speaking after Kieran. "All I want is an acoustic guitar and grapes. I understand the grapes can be dealt with, but I need some kind of music. If it's possible, I'd like it to be red. Please." She crossed her left arm over upper abdomen and used it to prop her left arm as her fingers tossed in her short, black hair.

"And about the noise, what happens if we wake you up? I can see where it would be quite rude, but I am just wondering. And what is a group session? Can we skip out on it?"

She laughed inside as she came up with constant questions, but she couldn't help herself. She knew what she was doing as the annoyance level of her own soon annoyed herself. She stopped and smiled. "Sorry, a bad habit of asking questions without getting answers to the one I asked before."

She looked down at her shoes, 'playing' a pretty convincing innocent embarrassment. "Sorry folks," she whispered.