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Madelyn Rayburn

"Theyre after me... All of them."

0 · 221 views · located in Tearmainn for the Mad

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

Description

PATIENT NAME:
Madelyn Rayburn

PATIENT AGE:
19 years old.

PATIENT DESCRIPTION:
There is currently only one scar on the patient’s body: an injury caused by the patient herself due to the fact that she believed her parents had planted a microchip in her wrist to track her at all times. Bruises are noticed scattered over the patient’s body. Parents informed us that the patient tends to sleep walk and most were caused during her “dreaming episodes”. As far as tattoos go, patient has a “self-made” tattoo of three circles in a triangle formation (cigarette burns) on the side of her neck, located just below her ear.

PATIENT PICTURE:
No current picture available. Patient refuses to be photographed or filmed due to patient’s severe paranoia disorder. Photo below taken in the early stages of her disorder.
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PATIENT PERSONALITY DISORDER:
Patient is demonstrating signs of severe paranoia disorder. Delusions and self-harm may occur at random periods of times depending on the severity of her paranoia. Is distrustful of most anyone (Not sure of the extent); family, friends and, of course, strangers are no exceptions. The patient isolates herself for extended periods of times without thought or care of eating, sleeping, etc. Possible endangerment to herself and others…

Will continue diagnosis if anything changes during analysis/study of the patient.


PATIENT HISTORY/PARENTAGE:
Patients entry was required after a strong episode of paranoia. Patient “attacked” her mother on the sole thought that she was going to harm her. No injury was caused to the patients parent but “no more risks could be taken”.

PATIENT’S FAVORITE PEOPLE:
TBA

PATIENT’S LESS FAVORITE PEOPLE:
Everyone (So far).

OTHER:
Patient has shown an avid addiction to smoking and on occasion drinking. Is known to use most anything as a weapon (patient has explained it’s for her “protection”). Though it rarely occurs, patient does get a few episodes of panic attacks if pushed too far. Delusion may set in at this time: entails hearing voices, seeing things and sometimes the sense of smell may conjure up an odor that the patient associates with her anxiety (blood, decay, putrid water, etc.)…

More shall be written if anything shows up.


Short video taken secretly in one of patient’s sessions. Slight glitch in the system.
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So begins...

Madelyn Rayburn's Story

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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.


Zak


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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Madelyn


For the most part, it was quiet in the Recreational Room… Madelyn hated it. She absolutely loathed the silence, the false sense of peace and tranquility. It didn’t exist; not for her anyways. The only time she ever felt remotely calm or as close to it as she could get was when the nurse brought in her pills every morning and every night. As artificial as that is, they numbed her and soothed her nerves. They helped… if only for a small amount of time but they did. Yet this morning the nurse didn’t bring in her medication. She’d asked her about it on the way to the rec room but the nurse had given her a pitying look. She didn’t like that look. It meant the nurse knew something she didn’t. Madelyn didn’t trust people who gave her that look. She didn’t trust anyone really.

They’re not telling you something you should know… don’t you find that a little odd Maddie? a voice inside her head whispered seductively. Huddling in a corner of the room, Madelyn hugged her knees to her chest in a vain attempt to comfort herself. The voice continued, Maddie, you know I’m right. They’re hiding something from you. They’re plotting behind those closed doors as we speak. They want to harm you. They’ll lie to you and call you crazy. Are you crazy Maddie? Without any conscious effort on her part her lips moved to answer the question aloud, “No.” They can hear you, Maddie, the voice whispered. Her eyes widened and she tightened her lips together. They can see you, Maddie, the voice said, louder this time. As if she’d been slapped, Madelyn jerked back sharply and hit the wall. She pressed herself to it as if she could will herself to meld with it. Her eyes frantically searched the room for any sign of someone watching her… but no one was looking. Still, there was nothing that could stop the cold feeling of dread that ran up her spine, the uncertainty that she felt and the fear that paralyzed her. You’re stupid for thinking you were safe Maddie… You’ll never be safe.

Tears pricked at her eyes and slid down her pale cheeks. Her hands tightened their grip on her arms to the point that her nails dug painfully into the flimsy material of her pajamas and into her flesh. Burying her face into her arms she tried to calm her uneven breathing and erratic heartbeat but couldn’t quite manage it. The world around her was spinning and her head felt light. Not the good kind of light but the type that meant you were close to fainting. Madelyn couldn’t risk falling unconscious right now. She had to keep her guard up. She had to watch after herself because she couldn’t trust anyone else to do it… no one was even willing to do it either way. Her own parents sent her away to this place because they couldn’t do it. Madelyn couldn’t even really trust herself sometimes. There was no one she could trust. Everyone is the enemy.

“Madelyn?” a voice asked, startling her out of her inner thoughts. A second later she felt a hand on her shoulder… And she snapped.

SMACK!

The sound ringed in her ears and vibrated through her. For a partial second there was a different kind of silence. This silence held a certain expectation in the air and felt fragile… as if at any moment it would break. The nurse’s cheek was already coloring into a harsh red hue. Her stunned eyes were wide and for a moment Madelyn saw fear settle in them. The same fear she knew hers had most of the time. She shouldn’t have touched me, Madelyn thought numbly. She was going to hurt me. I know she was. Madelyn noticed the moment the nurse seemed to finally understand that she had slapped her. She saw it all clearly. From the moment that the nurses lips parted and quivered, to when her eyes hardened in possible anger.

Before she could move further, two nurses grabbed a hold of her arms and dragged her towards another room. She struggled of course. Panic made her kick at them, scratch and thrash about in order for them to let her go. All that Madelyn could think about was getting away from these people that wanted to harm her. But she was so weak. She hadn’t slept in the last couple of days and fatigue weighed her down. She couldn’t escape. You’ll never escape, the voice piped in her head. Madelyn couldn’t hold in the tears and sobs at that thought. Sagging in their arms, Madelyn gave up her struggle and wept. They finally managed to drag her into the room and settle her in a chair. Her blurry vision registered the figure in front of her but she had no fight left in her. She was just so tired.

“Hello, Madelyn, I’m Dr. Addi O’Neil.”, the figure said. Another doctor, another enemy to look forward to, the voice mocked her. She closed her eyes and willed herself to calm down. The doctor continued, “I’m the new psychologist and I’m here to tell you that we are dropping your medication.” Just as the last word left his lips, Madelyn’s eyes snapped open and she jumped up from her chair. “No… You can’t do that. You can’t. Why would you do that?!?” she asked, her voice rising as her panic increased. The doctor calmly responded, “Yes, Madelyn. I don’t believe in medication-“

“The hell you don’t! You’re a fucking doctor. Your whole work relies on prescribing your patient with the medication they need. How the hell do you not believe in medication?!? Do you-“, Madelyn cut herself off. He didn’t care. The voice was right. He’s just another enemy. Someone else to watch out for. Someone else that could possibly harm her. No Maddie. Don’t you see? Already he’s hurting you… he’s taking the one thing that helps, the voice said in mock sympathy before adding in a more sadistic tone, We’re going to have so much fun Maddie. Her face contorted into something ugly and she rushed out of the room without a second glance toward the doctor. She stormed her way back to the rec room and reached the corner she’d been sitting at. With a red haze around her vision she punched the wall without thought. A slight whimper left her lips and she cradled her hand toward her chest. She’d hurt herself. She couldn’t be doing that. Leaning against the wall she slipped down to the floor and hugged herself again. She was so tired. So very tired.

Characters Present

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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Logan


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.


Madelyn


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?