I'll see you on the other side, in the apple of my eye
Let us paint a scenery in a colour we can see
Switch the news off, go to sleep
Fight the tears in misery
I've exchanged my childhood dreams for a bunch of make-believe
Tpuch the button
You should sit and listen
Watching as a tear rains into a broken heart
It's a sad day for happiness
In this lazy world
It's a crazy world, so all we can do is be
A little crazy
To save today
[Sad Day (For Happiness) - Cinema Bizarre]
The smell of sterilization and sanitation wafted into my room from the empty hallway, and my eyes fluttered open. Where am I? Who am I? My name is Ryan Nevaeh-Raen DeLuca... isn't it? But I go by Nevaeh. I remember the accident. No, not an accident. I jumped on purpose. I remember Navie. Navie Avienne Heising. My boyfriend. My younger brother? But.... No. Adopted. I am adopted, so it's okay. Isn't it? And... I am... in the hospital. I am recovering. But this is the Psychiatric Unit. Am I really okay? Depressed, they said. Chronically depressed. But why? Now I remember Mom and Dad, slaughtered like animals... and the men who raped the three of us. The removal of still-beating hearts. An electric whirring sound. A thick, black liquid being forced down my throat. Or was it black? Everything I can't remember is black. I blink hard, trying to remember, but as I do, the things I do remember come back stronger, and I keel over, heaving what's left of last night's dinner onto the.... There's already a bucket at my bedside. Is this normal for me? The curtain around my bed is pulled back a little, and I look up a boy younger than me. Pretty.
"Have you remembered yet?"
They're not allowed to talk to me until it comes back, or I risk permanent psycological damage. I narrow my eyes, and I try. His name comes when it's called by the boy who sleeps in the bed next to me and he's told to leave me alone. I smile. I remember his name, too. We are friends, aren't we? And this isn't just a hospital. It's a special Psychiatric Hospital for people who will never get better, called Invisible Angel Institute. And I will live here forever.
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So, as you've (hopefully) read, this is a role-play about a group of teens in a mental institution. I want to make something very clear RIGHT NOW. I wrote this back in October 2010 as a story about a chronically depressed teen boy who was in the hospital after attempting suicide. Yeah, big deal, right? Well, not exactly. It's based on personal experience. For the month of October, I was in the hospital for "attempting suicide". I didn't really. It was my mother and sister's fault for calling the police to take me to the hospital, and that's all you need to know (unless I love you, and then you're allowed to pry). Yeah, mix-up, huh? Well, I'm scared of ambulances. So there. Anyway, the point is that I'm hungry and a little cranky as I write this, so I'll definitely scrutinize character applications to the finest detail. I know a realistic crazy person when I see one, so take this seriously. You won't get in by telling me that your character's schizophrenic and explaining elaborately what schizophrenia is. I know what it is, and I'm afraid of it. And I don't want a million characters with Dissociative Identity Disorder, either. AKA Multiple Personalities. Or a million characters that have attempted suicide. One or two, maybe, but that was my thing first, so get your own. Seriously, be creative.
Uhh... what else? Oh! Not everyone and their dog plays the piano and/or sings really well. Not everyone and their dog is a perfect artist. I just like that saying, 'Everyone and their dog'. Anyway, it's okay for one person for each, or two maybe (because I happened to know a girl who could both play the piano and draw really well; and I happened to be like that, too). We will be allowed personal belonging and clothing, as well as contact with families, and decorations of our own choice for our parts of the rooms. On that note, if you have a character that does have suicidal tendancies then you probably won't be allowed to have anything that you could potentially harm yourself with; ie. necklaces, bracelets, pens and pencils (without supervision), soaps, shampoos, conditioners, in some cases even your own clothing unless a psychiatrist has specified other wise. You know. That kind of stuff.
So basically, I want authenticity and creativity with this RPG. If we have ideas for moving the story forward, we will put it down here and discuss it. Or maybe I'll make another forum for discussion so we can piss around on this one and talk. I find that there's always things I want to say to the other role-players as we go through, and with some of the sites I've been with it's very inconvieniant to have to post OOC whenever you want to say something. So talk often and socialize.... Or something. I think that's all. But if not, I'll edit this and make sure everyone knows. Unless I'm feeling lazy, and then I'll let y'all stumble upon it by accident.
Invisible Angel Institute
Invisible Angel Institute is pretty diverse in terms of facilities. There's a TV room for each floor, and a pool table with a piano in the back room of the floor we're specifically set on. Each floor has it's own small kitchen with a fridge, coffee maker, et cetera, incase the residents get hungry between meals. On that note, meals are brought up from the kitchen three times a day — breakfast is at nine, lunch at noon, and dinner at five. Everyone sees a dietician upon entry, and no one is served foods that they don't like. Except on weekends, when the normal staff goes home, and the volenteers only make oatmeal and toast for breakfast, egg salad sandwhiches for lunch, and meatloaf for dinner. And no kidding — I went through that for a month. I starved on weekends.
IAI also offers a gymnasium as well as a track and feild, and a pool which are all open between the hours of ten and four, and is reopened on the weekends after dinner from six to ten.
Bedding Arrangements and Rooms
I thought this might be important. I have the beds numbered off from one to four in public rooms (112 and 113). Beds ONE and TWO are directly next to eachother with a curtain separating them. Same with THREE and FOUR. Beds TWO and FOUR are next to the windows. Remember it. On that note, the blankets come in an array of colours — blue, pink, yellow, creme, and I believe I saw green ones.... Yeah, so take your pick. You can have as many pillows as you want. If your character had a special pillow at home, they can bring it along.
The walls in the rooms are generally white or light creme, with paintings hung on them for colour. Everyone has a sidetable and a desk with drawers for their clothes and other belongings, as well as a locker, which is next to the bathroom. There is a single shower on each floor of the facility, and a bath, but they are public. The private rooms are the only ones with private showers. Also, males and females can't share rooms. If I didn't care so much then it wouldn't matter, but I do because it's just not done that way. Yep.