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[ᚻadou]

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[Fork]

Evan got out of the tub, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his shoulders, he un plugged the cork, watching the water drain, and he then turned the water back on, put the cork back in and walked back to his room, his now clean feet, slipping into rubber slippers so they would not get dirty. He passed Mr Doctor, and a large boy. He looked at the boy seeing the jacket he wore when he had his tantrums, and then looked forward, walking into his room, quietly closing the door behind him.
He took out a pair of jeans, and a red tee shirt with the adidas logo on it. he then took his shoes out, some old sneakers that looked fairly new. He got dressed, lotioned his elbows, hands, and then took his clay heart off his bed, and put it in his pocket. He always carried it for good luck. "They're trying to hurt you" He heard a quiet voice say. He looked around, his grassy green eyes wide, pupils dialated. He grasped the heart and shouted "GO AWAY!" and threw his pillow at the window. His room was clean, now he had messed it up and screamed, wondering who messed it up. Miss Matron would be mad if his room wasn't spotless. So he quickly re-made his bed, tears streaming down his eyes. His ratty teddy bear under his spiderman blanket.

[P R E Historic]

Jane lay with her feet straight in the air, swinging back and forth in front of her occasionally. The thumping of Miss Matrons shoes signified that she was probably coming for the bath. She sat up and flexed out her stiff fingers. Jane was already standing when Miss Matron came in the room. " Get in the bath, Tor- I mean Jane." correcter Matron. Jane stared at her for a long moment and yipped at her before she spun on her heels and walked into the bathroom. She discarded her dirt clothes off somewhere to the side and soaked ina position where her feet are handing off the edge of the bath and her head rested on the wall.

{ Just in case anyone wanted to know what her noises sound like- image a very high pitched hiccup that sounds off in rows. Another example would be something called * Gekkering * a sound that foxes make. }

[Fork]

( I have to go, talk to you guys tomorrow.)

[Small Child]

Let me clarify some things.
I know what goes on in asylums for the sake of my editor, and the things happening in this RP do not conform to these.
1) Children are not to wear something other than the gowns or clothes given to them when administered.
2.) Children wouldn't be allowed anything other than their hospital bedding; white sheet, white blanket, white pillows.
3.) Only small toys that cannot be broken would be given to the children; wooden blocks, teddy bears.
4.) Matron only gives out restraint jackets. And she issues the padded cells.
5.) Children are alway accompanied. They are never left alone with each other. Now, I don't want to see any of this defied.

Todd and Remember, click this and please join.
viewtopic.php?f=66&t=1662861&p=50864399#p50864399

[ᚻadou]

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ATREYU;;

Atreyu rocked slowly back and forth in the corner of his small room, his arms tight around his knees as tears slowly ran down his cheeks. He sat there, staring blankly at the wall, his blue eyes watery. He was recently sent here from a small juvenile dentition center that was burnt down, of course by him. He had attempted to burn the building, and everyone in it, including him. His masochism was getting far worse, since that was his first suspected suicide attempt. He dug his short nails into each arm as he cried, wanting to be home, wanting to sleep peacefully, but most of all to see his fire. He missed his fire, he hadn't seen it in days. His lighter was taken from him, and he was not allowed near any flammable objects.
His head turned to see the Matron peering in on him, his expression blank.
"bathroom, Atreyu" she demanded, opening the door and walking away.
Atreyu sighed, getting up and heading towards the bathroom. He turned the water on as hot as it could and slipped in the steamy waters once he was undressed.

edited again, is it ok now --

[Todd.]

..|| Maximilian 'Max' Hills ||..
[Male] [10] [Psychopathy, BPD, Stockholm Syndrome ] [Straight]

Maximilian was sitting staring at the door, his eyes literally locked to it as he waited patiently for someone to come and open the door, he had a piece of cloth on his hands to be used as a rope on which he intended to actually choke someone with. 'Kill it...kill it...' the words echoed on his mind, 'stop their suffering... people suffer.. I should be a good good boy and end with the suffering, right? Perhaps if I do this they'll see that I'm good and will let me go back to mama and daddy...' he thought now smiling a little to himself standing up holding the cloth on his hands tighter as he waited for the door to open, he stayed right at his place then staring at whoever came him for bath and didn't take not even a single step forwards, instead he grinned at the person and waited for to actually come inside holding the cloth on his back out of sight.

"They all deserve to die..."

[Small Child]

Let me clarify some things.
I know what goes on in asylums for the sake of my editor, and the things happening in this RP do not conform to these.
1) Children are not to wear something other than the gowns or clothes given to them when administered.
2.) Children wouldn't be allowed anything other than their hospital bedding; white sheet, white blanket, white pillows.
3.) Only small toys that cannot be broken would be given to the children; wooden blocks, teddy bears.
4.) Matron only gives out restraint jackets. And she issues the padded cells.
5.) Children are alway accompanied. They are never left alone with each other. Now, I don't want to see any of this defied.

Todd and Remember, click this and please join.
viewtopic.php?f=66&t=1662861&p=50864399#p50864399

[Todd.]

((The piece of cloth is from the bed sheet, I figured out they wouldnt have anything they can possibly hurt themselves with but I have a pretty inventive mind to make weapons with those simple room things hehe X3))

[Small Child]

No, I was just making clarifications for those who decided it would be okay to have Spiderman sheets. No offense, of course.