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[longlive]

Q u i n n Farroh
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pyromaniac and schizophrenic

Quinn watched it all. She saw him point at her during his sudden meltdown. Calmly, the girl gave a small sigh before twirling her hair again as the scene passed. All she saw was Lucas storm into the asylum, his expression: crazy. Then there was silence. A silence that wretched Quinn's heart, a silence that clawed at her soul. It was unbearable. The girl started trying to cling on to anything, any sound at all, but all she could hear was nothing. Her heart started to pound, her beats getting faster and faster, until she couldn't bare it any more. Where was it? The sweet, cherished sound? The silence was so. . loud, if that made any sense. Quinn couldn't get away from it. Finally, from the corner of her eye, the girl heard a loud echo saying Lucas' name. Her pulse immediately dropped, her heart rate becoming slower. Though the sound of the name was faint, it was enough to bring Quinn back to earth, away from her thoughts. The courtyard was becoming thick, making the air hard to breath in. It was a wonder how a place so large would have no oxygen. She swallowed hard, her eyes averting towards the entrance and exit of the courtyard. What was she even doing here? Why had she chosen the courtyard of all places? Maybe the library would've been a better choice, except the silence there pierced her soul even harder. The sudden commotion had now passed and now the courtyard was back to its normal disposition of being dull, lifeless and quiet.


[ WB ]

[Im.]

N a m e
"My name is Adeline. Pronounced Add-a-line. My full name is Adeline Marceline (Marce-a-leene) James. Adeline is German and it means "noble". Marceline is Latin and it means "dedicated to Mars". James is Hebrew and it means "he who supplies". I wasn't named after anything, it was just something that was thought up."

A g e
"I'm sixteen, and I was born on eighth November nineteen-ninety-six. I will be seventeen soon, obviously. There is nothing special about November, unless you count Thanksgiving. That's really all there is to it."

G e n d e r
"I'm female, if you couldn't tell, haha. I'm certainly not male-looking, though I guess you could say I'm slightly a tom-boy. I'm also really girly too, though. I like all kinds of colors and styles and clothes, but if you had to ask my gender, I think you're blind. I'm pretty sure my floral boots kind of give it away, don't you think?"

D e s c r i p t i o n
"Blind much? First my gender and now what I look like? Well, I have dark blonde hair and light brown eyes that's slightly curly. I don't think I'm pretty... but yaknow, whatever. My skin is pretty tan. After all, I was born and raised in California. I'm fairly skinny and I'm only about 5'5. In the summer, I get freckles all across my cheeks and nose, and my forehead, just not as many. My lips are pale and thin, and I have naturally straight teeth. I guess I'm okay."

C l o t h i n g S t y l e
"I like over-sized sweaters and leggings. That's what I'm usually in, but sometimes I wear jeans or shorts or something. Sweaters are my favorite thing in the world, aside from Doc Martens. I have a few pairs, but my favorite ones are my pair that are black with floral print. I'm usually wearing those and fuzzy socks. I don't own any other shoes but Docs! Sometimes I wear skirts and dresses, but I'm much more comfortable not wearing them, haha."

P e r s o n a l i t y
"I'm a really sweet person once you get to know me, but sometimes, when you first meet me, I may come across as rude and arrogant. I'm a very sarcastic person but once you look past that, I'm actually very nice. I usually wait for someone to speak to me first, but sometimes I break completely away from that trait and become very warm and friendly to strangers. Sometimes I'm just lonely and want friends, so I just go and talk to people."

H i s t o r y
"I was born in southern California in 1996 to my parents Adam Stuart James, 24, and Nicole Marie Foster James, 21. They were young and had been married in 1993 at 21 and 19. My big sister Emma Cassidy James was born March 12th, 1995 and she is now 19 years old. My little sister Grace Isabella James was born December 18th, 1997 and she is currently 15 years old. My brother Joshua Adam James was born April 2nd, 2001 and is 12 years old. My final sibling, Noah Reese James, was born July 29th 2004 and is currently 9 years old. My mother was pregnant in 1995 with my sister Allison Rose James, but she miscarried in her seventh month of pregnancy. My name starts with the letter A in her honor, because I was the next child born. I grew up normally and very well. We always had enough money and no one was ever injured terribly or ill. School was fine for all of us, and we all had alot of friends. We had two cats named Meeko and Flit, named after the raccoon and bird in the Disney movie Pocahontas, which came out the year after Emma was born, 1995, which was also the year we got the cats. They were both tabbies, Meeko was brown and white and Flit was orange and white, and they were my best friends throughout childhood. Meeko died in 2003 at the age of 8 from cancer, and Flit died in 2008 at the age of 13 from a dog. It was a huge dog and it ripped him to shreds right in front of my eyes. It was a very depressing time in my childhood. Meeko's death was easier because I was only 7, but Flit's death took more of a toll on me, being 12 and watching as he died. I soon got over them, deciding it was best to let go. The rest of my years up until age fifteen were good and well-lived. By age 15, I was diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression. I was also diagnosed and put on medication for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, due to watching Flit die. I was bipolar, had a split personality and had severe anger issues. Before my sixteenth birthday, my parents, siblings and doctors decided it would be best for me to be sent here because they found out I had Schizophreniform Disorder and Brief Psychotic Disorder."

I l l n e s s '
I have:
-Severe Anxiety
-Severe Depression
-Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)
-Bipolar/Split Personality
-Severe Anger Problems
-Schizophreniform Disorder
-Brief Psychotic Disorder
I am mainly here because of the Schizophreniform Disorder and Brief Psychotic Disorder."

[A little rough; to be edited]

[pumpkin.]

Accepted. }
I think Lucas has found his other half, lol. }

[Brittle]

bump because I can ; )

[~Erica~]

ΣRICA NICOLE JENSON
MPD || Erica / Zoe || Psychosis

Erica took a slight step back as the anger escalated, hunching her shoulders over to make herself seem smaller and less noticeable. This was getting to be far to much for her, the blood and angry voices. She slid her hands up over her ears, taking another step back towards her corner.

Seeing the blood on Darwin, even if it was just a small drop was her 'straw that broke the camel's back'. A soft groan escaped from her mouth and she turned to skitter back into the only safe place she had established in the asylum, her corner. It had been the one place no one noticed or bothered her in. Reaching it she curled up into a little ball, missing almost everything that went on.

After a moment or two something changed, at first it wasn't visible but a simple change in her aura, if there was such a thing. Then she slowly unfolded and stood, a change passing smoothly over her face. A sarcastic glint entered her eyes, her back straightened, and a calm confidence entered her posture. She blinked once, dark eyes hard as she took in the situation.

"Well, this is pathetic." She commented, mostly to herself as she glanced around. Her eyes alighted on a boy, he seemed familiar, she thought about it for a moment and then a name came to her mind. Darwin.

[Im.]

----Jack----
15 // Schizophrenia
Library with Kristen

Jack approached the doorway to the library with ease from his room, walking quietly with his pale hands stuffed into the pockets of his black jeans as his Converse carried him briskly down the hall. He could sense someone was in there, but he decided to just pretend he didn't notice. Maybe he could even scare that someone. He had a thing for scaring people. Jack laughed silently to himself and flicked his red-orange fringe from in front of his glasses frame. His bony shoulders were clearly visible through his black sweater, as he was slightly bent forward in an attempt to walk faster. He felt walking didn't take him somewhere fast enough. Walking didn't keep up with the speed of his mind, which was constantly moving and doing different things, faster than Jack could even begin to keep up with. As he slid into the library, he looked at the person and smirked, sliding along the walls and bookshelves, stepping quietly over the fallen and scattered books and pages to books that would never be returned because they had been lost for so long; like some of the people in this asylum. Jack continued to watch the girl with curious and intrigued blue eyes, but he kept his mouth shut and his steps quiet still. Same with scaring people, he liked watching people too; to see how they moved and their body language. Jack believed you could figure out a person a lot better that way.

[underland.]

r i l e y .
female . 19 years young . single . the athletic . riles .
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Riley watched as others talked to people, possibly even made friends, while she sat alone and close to just falling into the panic of loneliness. Maybe if she couldn't hear the others talking or maybe if she couldn't see others live without ever noticing her. Maybe them she wouldn't care about her PSTD or when she hyperventilated when that guy tried to kiss her in fifth grade. Maybe then she wouldn't have gone off the deep end the day her seventh grade boyfriend grabbed her wrist, but she couldn't remember why she had tried to loll herself, every other time she freaked had been invoked not a mere self decision they had all just occurred, without thought. If she had out thought into her actions, she wouldn't be here. Maybe freaking out in her room every night, yes, but not here. She would be on a tall ship feeling as if she could dive right in and come back up, safe, untouched, and unharmed.

"Why can't I be like that, untouched and unharmed?"

Riley mumbled but she knew the answer, someone, somewhere planned her fate. And her life was short and painful, the only painless moments would be her mewborn months and her days spent dead. Riley recoiled inwardly as she felt a moist warmth trickle down her cheeks, only to wipe at them and notice her tears. She shook her head slightly in chance to get them away but they just rolled down her cheeks quietly.

lonely; nervous; angry; single.

[longlive]

[is anyone free for quinn ? ]

[underland.]

Westlie and Riley are open>>

[longlive]

Westlie and Riley are open>>

[maybe quinn could talk to one of them? ]