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Arrow McBeth

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a character in “This Animal I Have Become”, as played by Lucky13Girl


PATIENT DESCRIPTION: Arrow is about 5'1 ft tall, weighing in at 105pounds, and keeps her rich bronze hair short. SHe has dark hazel brown eyes and has a winnie the pooh quote on her rib cage it says "If you live to be a houndred I hope to live to be a houndred minus a day so I never have to live a day without you." She has many diffrent types of piercings on her ears. She doesnt wear much make up keeping it pretty simple and her clothing style is loose and dark colored as to not draw attention to herself.
PATIENT PERSONALITY DISORDER:Arrow is suicidal, or severally depressed. It makes her socially awkward and she doesnt enjoy being around people becasue it makes her anxious, people think she takes things to hard and her emotions arnt balanced. Her severe lack of emtion outside of sadness makes her kinda numb to the world.
PATIENT HISTORY/PARENTAGE: Arrow was sent here after her latest foster home got tired of her, the courts sent her here hoping to get her help. Her biological mother and father both self medicated using diffrent drugs for their depression and anxeity. It is believed that her brother is also self medicating but no one can find him.
PATIENT'S FAVORITE PEOPLE: SHe doesnt like people
PATIENT'S LESS FAVORITE PEOPLE: Everyone for the most part.Arrow
OTHER: (other random facts you may want to share about the patient)

So begins...

Arrow McBeth's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Zak Ciaran Character Portrait: Madelyn Rayburn Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Rosie Clark Character Portrait: Dr. Addi O'Neil Character Portrait: Harlan Sheridan Character Portrait: Arrow McBeth Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin
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#, as written by HypeR
Dr. Addi O'Neil

I walk into Tearmainn and I am greeted by a nurse. "Hello and welcome to Tearmainn Dr. O'Neil. Would you like a brief description of each patient, Doctor?" I nod my head with a faint smile as I walk with the nurse and she describes each patient.

"Patient number 100, Zak Ciaran, 19 years of age, suffers from Schizophrenia, danger to mostly himself, slightly paranoid, small case of SPD, fragrant smoker, curses a lot, antisocial, OCD, and slight speech impediment. Had him on record for about three years now."

"Patient number 101, Madelyn Rayburn, 19 years of age, suffers from severe paranoia, possibly dangerous to herself and others, avid addiction to smoking, occasional drinking, rarely occurring episodes, can have delusions. Has been here about a year now."

"Patient number 102, Damian Mason, 23 years of age, suffers from Hematolagnia, danger to others. He hasn't been here too long so we don't have much on him."

"Patient number 103, Rosie Clark, 18 years of age, suffers from serve MPD, three personalities as of date being 'Rosie' 'Kelly' and 'Julie', does not know of the 'others', slight danger to others depending on who's 'out', raped as child by father, mother disappeared. She has been here about a year or two now."

"Patient number 104, Harlan Sheridan, 21 years of age, suffers from sociopathy, danger to others emotions, needs constant mental simulation. He's really twisty, he has been here for about 6 months or so."

"Patient number 105, Arrow McBeth, 17 years of age, suffers from server depression, socially awkward, anxious, lack of emotion, danger to herself. Hasn't been here too long."

"Patient number 106, Tristan Kenin, 19 years of age, suffers from psychopathy, lacks understanding of emotion, has no feeling emotion wise, not much of danger, slight danger to others in the lack of emotion wise. Hasn't been here too long."

Seven patients I have to talk to. Seven patients I have to help. Seven patients all with different problems who grew up in different circumstances. "I'm ready to start talking." I say to the nurse. "Start sending each patient one by one in order to my office so I may introduce myself." The nurse looks at me strangly and I walk in my office as she head down to the recreation room to get the first patient.


The Recreational Room, the place where all the patients in this damn MadHouse can come and interact. Hardly any interacting every happens because everyone's so damn antisocial. You're the antisocial one, Zak. Then there's those fucking voice. They calm down after the nurse give me those pills in the morning, but they still keep talking.
In the Recreational Room, everything is clean and neat. There's a carpet so people can't smash each others faces into the ground. There's couches in front of a TV that's locked in a bullet proof plastic box that's bolted to the floor so no one can smash there head in the TV to kill themselves. There's a coffee maker and a kettle for tea that both stop heating so no one can kill themselves by pouring boiling water on their head. And the only eating utensil they give us is a plastic spoon. Not a spork, a spoon! A fucking spoon! Have you ever tried eating steak with a spoon? Well it's fucking hard!
I sit at the round table in the recreational room next to the window and I watch every body and listen to the voices in my head. No body likes you...Kill them all...hurt yourself and leave...Kill! Die! Hurt! They just don't stop. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder and jump then look up to see a nurse. "Dr. O'Neil would like to meet you." I know the deal, so I stand up and follow the nurse into some old guys office. The old guy was little and had glasses that made his eyes look big. Ahhhh! The voices scream instead of talk sometimes to just get on my nerves and make me go crazy. The nurse sits me down in the chair in front of the doctors cluttered desk.
"Hello, Zak, I'm Dr. Addi O'Neil. I'm the new psychologist and I'm here to tell you that we are dropping your medication." The Doc says with a smile on his face. At this the voices scream louder.
"Dropping the medication? Why? We can't drop the medication. I need it." I say as I shift around in the chair trying to get comfortable and ignore the screams.
"Yes, Zak. I don't believe in medication. The only thing to help is to talk, do you understand?" The Doc said calmly.
"Yeah, Doc, I understand perfectly well that you're a fucking idiot!" At the sound of my yelling, the nurse comes in and walks me back to the recreational room and gets the next patient.

Make sure in your first post you include going to see Dr. Addi O'Neil and talk about the dropping of every ones medication

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Character Portrait: Madelyn Rayburn Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Arrow McBeth Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin Character Portrait: Sonya Asano
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Sonya Asano

Walking down the quiet halls of the Asylum was the young psychologist, Sonya. It was her first day and to say she hadn't been a bit nervous would be an understatement. Clad in a black mesh inslet dress, hugging all the curves of her petite frame with a pair of black Christian Louboutin pumps. The medium-sized shoulder briefcase hung closely to the proximity of her shoulder, while the large paper cup filled with dark caffeinated liquid sloshed around. Coffee. Something she found herself drinking more and more of.

Bringing the cup to her lips to take a small sip left traces of her cerise lip stain on the rim. She planned to speak to few patients before actually starting their treatment. It was so important to make them feel comfortable or else the sessions would become a pain in the ass. Of course she'd always get that one or two patient(s) that refused her help either way - though it only motivates her to try harder.

Last night had been a tough night for her. Among working on her living arrangements, trying to tie things over back over in California and adjusting to the colossal time change, she was exhausted. Moving always had it's drawbacks but commuting to an entire new country had a whole new set of complications as proven.

Finally finding her office, Sonya used her untenanted hand to push open the door. Her cyan eyes scanning over the spacious, modern room. Everything from the monumental bookstand, to the well polished sleek desk and leather lounge chairs relaxed her. She sat her bag atop of the table along with the hot cup of brew.

After a few brief mintutes of setting up, getting familiar with things a young nurse entered the room.

"Hi, Dr. Asano. We have several patients waiting for introduction. Are you ready for the first?"

Looking up from her desk, Sonya set her pen down beside her note pad."Oh, sure. Yes send them in right away."

"Okay, they will be here shortly."

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Character Portrait: Damian Mason Character Portrait: Arrow McBeth Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin
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Patient after patient was taken into the same room he had just come out of. One by one they came back out and resumed with what they were doing like clockwork or a broken record forever repeating the same dull song. Damian found little interest in the rest of them, however what did catch his attention was the kicking and screaming as Madelyn was dragged off to see the nice doctor. She perhaps annoyed him the most as she was far too skittish; you couldn’t go anywhere near her before she would jump and try to attack you. The rest of the patients here were boring. Common ground would never be found between them and that’s why all of them were alone. Together, housed in the same building and placed in the same room, but alone all the same.

Once more his eyes wandered over to Arrow, watching her for a moment as he avoided the nurses at all costs and curled up on herself in the corner of the room; a typical place for her, even if the corner offered little protection. Her scarred arms wouldn’t protect her from anything either, and burying her head to drown out the noise around her would only make her more vulnerable to attack. It would be so easy to just saunter over there and…

Damian looked in front of him as he heard someone sit. An eyebrow was raised at the feminine looking blond, his dark blue eyes meeting with Damian’s own harsh green ones. They held each other’s gazes for a moment before the elder placed his book down on the table and leaned back, folding his arms.

“What?” he asked with a heavy sigh.

Unable to keep his attention fixed on the boy in front of him, his gaze would wander around the room and to Arrow once more as she scratched at her skin with blunt nails. It was getting harder and harder as she sobbed into the material of her pants. A smile soon graced Damien’s pale lips as he watched her, seemingly forgotten about the other in front of him.

A few drops of blood finally broke free from the skin and ran down her arms, making the man’s eyes light up in delight. He licked his lips, unfolding his arms and once again moving a hand down his body to try and touch himself.

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Character Portrait: Zak Ciaran Character Portrait: Madelyn Rayburn Character Portrait: Rosie Clark Character Portrait: Harlan Sheridan Character Portrait: Arrow McBeth Character Portrait: Tristan Kenin Character Portrait: Logan Veltar
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There was a time Logan might have looked at the tall sterile building in a curious and adventurous light but all that came to mind when he first laid eyes on Tearmainn was that this was the type of place Florence was hiding at. Florence, his ex-wife… Just the mere thought of her brought painful memories back to mind. He shook his head and sighed. Stop it. It’s in the past, there’s nothing you can do about it now, he told himself. Walking forward he made it to the entrance and pushed his way inside. A small mousy looking nurse looked up from her clipboard and peered at him from the tops of her glasses. She gave him a small smile and asked in a quiet voice, “Hello, how may I help you?”

Logan took a moment to look around the reception area before looking at the nurse. “My names Logan…” he said in his usual quiet manner. Still, his voice was deep and carried down the hallways of the asylum. Flustered, the nurse looked down at a sheet that seemed to have a list of names on it. Nodding, she collected a folder and handed it to him. “Your living arrangements have been set up and all the information you need is in this folder. I have been informed you were forwarded basic information on the patients, have you studied the files?” she asked, blinking up at him.

He nodded wordlessly to the nurse and watched as she floundered to find something to say. A small smile stretched the corners of his lips and he took a step forward to pat the small woman’s head. “Calm yourself. There’s no need to be nervous. I’ll find my way to my quarters now. Have a nice day.” He said and by memory (he’d studied a map of the asylum before-hand) made his way towards his designated area.

A half hour later, he’d unpacked his belongings and was ready to make his rounds. He’d been informed that he had to introduce himself to the staff so they’d know a new guard had joined the staff and they wouldn’t startle at the sight of a stranger on the asylum property. He nodded toward the few nurses that he passed in the hallways and finally reached the recreation room. His eyes took in the patients one by one and internally he put name to faces. Leaning against the “doorway” he waited patiently for the doctor’s sessions to finish so that he may be able to introduce himself.


Drip. Drip. Drip She woke up to the sound of dripping water. It was such a small sound but the silence of the room made it echo in her ears and its consistency reminded Madelyn of the annoying persistence of an alarm clock. Her heart hammered painfully in her head, her mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton and all of her was sore and aching. What on earth happened? she asked herself. She made a move to lift her hand to sooth her pounding head only to realize she couldn’t. Her hands… her hands were tied behind her back! Her eyes snapped open but she saw nothing but darkness. What’s going on?!? Very slowly, her eyes adjusted to the darkness but still she couldn’t recognize where she was. The fog in her mind cleared up and she finally realized her hands weren’t the only thing tied up; her legs and waist were tied to the chair she currently sat at. Not only that but a cloth had been wrapped over her mouth. A muffled whimper left her covered lips in fear and anxiousness. Madelyn couldn’t remember what had happened and had no idea how she had gotten there but she felt that she had to get out of there NOW. Her gut clenched telling her that something bad was coming. Something very bad.

As if to confirm that feeling, footsteps suddenly echoed around her. Her head snapped toward the direction it came from, causing the edges of her vision to blur and her head to lighten with dizziness. As she regained from her small dizzy spell her eyes could just barely make out the outline of a door. Her ears s picked up the sound of those footsteps again only now they were so much closer. Her heart pounded against her chest, sweat trickled her forehead and coated her hands with a panic that suddenly paralyzed her. Before she knew it the door creaked slowly open…
“Hello Maddie. Did you miss me? I missed you.”

Gasping, Madelyn woke up sweating and panting as if she’d run a marathon for days. Her form shook and for the life of her she couldn’t stay still. Looking around, a small sigh left her lips. She was still in Tearmainn. For the first time in a long time she was grateful that these walls kept her inside because it also meant it kept them out. As much as she hated this place, and Madelyn did hate the place, she secretly thought of it as her safety blanket; the barrier between them and her. The times that she’d suspected the doctors, the guards and even the patients to be in league with them slipped away from her mind. She couldn’t find it in her at that moment to be wary or cautious. She was just so relieved that she wasn’t back in that dark, cold room any longer. So very grateful. This happened every time she had one of those dreams… or memories, really. In those times she acted like she did before the paranoia had set in. Still, any one thing could set her off and make her go back to being paranoid and wary.

A rosy blush rushed to her cheeks as she realized she’d been sleepwalking again. Somehow she now stood next to one of the barred windows of the recreation room. As was custom, she checked herself over for any bruises and found that she’d been lucky this time. Only one small bruise tainted her pale creamy skin. Rubbing at the spot, Madelyn wondered like so many other times how she’d managed to bruise herself again. Shrugging, she leaned against the wall and watched out the window as a random flock of birds flew above the building. A small smile tilted the corner of her mouth as she watched them. They were so lucky. Sneaking a peak behind her she scanned over the other patients faces. Most of them had come here after she had; she could only remember very few that were already here when she was transferred in. Looking down at herself she wondered how she had changed in that time… or had she changed at all?