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[just'marley]

{- was i accepted? :x
if so, my post will go here so it's not spam..

[pumpkin.]

{ Yup, you were. }

[~Erica~]

(I finished my form its on the bottom of page five. Here's a link)

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female . 17 years young . single . the athletic . riles .
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Riley shivered in her sleep as the soft caress of nightmares lured her to heavy breathing and screams every now and then. She awoke to a harsh shake, which made her jump and scream.

"Get the h*ll away from me!"

Riley screeched before receiving a harsh push back and rough slap. She whimpered as she backed away and changed as the guard walked away. As Riley slipped her shirt onto her back she could feel the scars on her back. She shook herself quietly as she slipped on her pants and left her cell silently. She looked down at the others quietly. She knew she wasn't much compared to others. But she remembered why she was sent here. Her suicide attempt, her parents could no longer stand taking care of her. She didn't remember the fight people put up to keep her out of the asylum. She barely remembered anything that happened after her suicide attempt. If only things would have went like planned and she died. She wouldn't be in this h*llhole. She looked behind her as she headed towards the cafeteria in silence. She looked down at her ratty converse as she walked down the hallways. She knew she was the idiot in the Atlas family, always would be viewed like that.

lonely; nervous; angry; single.

[coriander.]

Cᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ Kᴀʀᴛᴇʀ Mᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ

"split-personalities"

cameron || darwin || sylar

Darwin opened his eyes and looked around at the room he was in--the cell. He immediately cursed and glanced up at the person that had woken him. It was a portly guard, definitely not someone he felt would pose a threat to him if he decided to lash out. But then again, this was America. Everyone was fat. The guard raised his eyebrows and Darwin winked at him, declaring, "Sorry buddy. Cameron's not here right now. He left his big brother in charge." The guard scowled, giving Darwin a look of disgust. Although Cameron was never present when Darwin was around, Darwin could watch everything Cameron was doing and knew that Cameron had befriended the guard. He understood why the guard wouldn't like any of the other personalities though... "I kind of am a body snatcher..." he thought to himself with a slight smirk on his face. He had a very amicable relationship with the other pleasant personality sharing this body.

They were close friends, really. Sharing a body can do that to people. Darwin came out of his thoughts, blinking his eyes and glancing around the room with a bored expression. With his intelligence, he was very bored in the asylum. He and Cameron really had no reason to be here... it was just that darned third personality that really needed to be locked up.

He stood up from the bed, changing into his clothes for the day--he remembered Cameron picking them out the night before. Dark jeans, a jade green v-neck and grey Toms. Casual and comfortable. As he was changing, he scratched another mark into the wall next to his mirror, for the tally he and Cameron had been taking of how long they'd been there. 56 days, so far. Darwin had never had to mark the wall before, though. It was rather unusual that Cameron wasn't the one that woke up "in charge".

Thinking about it, he muttered to himself "You can come back now, little buddy." Then he ventured out into the courtyard.

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Bʟᴀɪʀ Aɴᴀʟɪᴇsᴇ Mᴏɴʀᴏᴇ

"completely psychotic"

Blair was sitting on her bed, fully dressed and ready for the day by the time the guard came around to wake her up. She looked at him, her eyes blank and emotionless, and then looked back straight ahead. She'd woken up hours earlier, as she did every day, and slowly changed her clothes, even more slowly did her makeup, and slowest of all, combed out her hair. She was a creature of habit, especially now that her mind was pretty much gone. The craziest of the crazies, she was called. She didn't even belong here. She was too insane. As the guard left, she muttered "Have a good day, Chester," the same thing she had said for the last five years.

Sadly, Chester hadn't worked there for years. He was the first person she had attacked. Her doctors had a theory that she still told him to have a good day because in some deep part of her mind, she felt guilt. And maybe she even felt like she missed him. They didn't know if she was still capable of that, though. Just hopes that maybe there was still a fragment of her mind left.

[littleghosthunter]

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Carter inhaled as she sat there staring at the wall. Don't move, don't speak. And defiantly don't snap. You will not become a target. She thought as she sat there. Biting her lip to keep the screams that bubbled up inside of her, from escaping. Be lifeless, they will pay no attention too someone who will not put up a fight. Her thoughts roared. She took a deep breath her eyes remaining on the wall. Body emotionless, as the guard entered her cell. Biting her lip she shuddered as he placed a hand on her back. He stood there as if expecting her to snap, and put up a fight the way she used to. But he got nothing. Though he knew how to push her buttons an enjoyed doing it. His hand slid down her back till it was at the hem if her nightgown. Panic filtered in her eyes as she shot up of the bed and away from him against the wall. "Get away from me, don't touch me" She snapped as she stood there staring at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

She chipped down on her tongue, as he laughed at her. But he got up and left, closing the door behind him. She rushed to her bag pull in out a pair of skinny jeans, and a tank top. Pulling a plaid button up on top afterward. She stepped into her shoes, and peeked out of the cell. Slipping out into the hallway. She didn't want to deal with anyone at the moment. As she very zombie like walked out to the courtyard, hugging herself. Once out of the range of the guards her posture stiffened. As she stood to her full height her hands in fist as she shook with pure rage. Feeling as if she wanted to smash someone's face in. She spun around punching the wall, taking deep calming breaths as she rests her fore head against the wall above where she had left a indent.

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Justin sat up in the bed, tossing the sheets off the bed. He wake over to where he had dumped his cloths. He looked over at the other side of the room, "Good morning roomie" he said as he stared at the wall. Most people looking in would see nothing, thinking he was talking to himself. But he would always argue he's not someone is actually there. He quickly changed into a pair of jeans, and a plain old tee. Biting his lip he gave a wave to the empty bed before walking out. The guard never messed with him, thinking him to insane for his own good.

"Morning" he would repeat those words. As he walked down the wall. Stealing glance to his side's every once and a while. And walked on with a great big smile until he arrived in a courtyard. His smile faded, and he became silent. Gazing around the almost empty place.except for like three or four people. He's not good with numbers either. Never was ever since his 'condition'.

[pumpkin.]

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Tick, tock, tick, tock. Counting the seconds as they went by, Kristen remained seated motionlessly on the bench. At first glance, some may have believed she was dead. Her blue-green eyes were dull and glazed, staring at the barren ground with such a void-like appearance it could've been frightening. It could've been frightening, if the mental patients at the asylum hasn't seen much more horrid things during their stay. And, eh; why sugar-coat it? It's no stay, it's the waiting room for death. Why even bother putting the term to use in a way that makes it sound like a hotel? The demonic building was no hotel- that was easy to distinguish. Eventually, as the sound of two sets of footsteps began their path towards the courtyard, Kristen's unblinking eyes fluttered and she glanced up towards the source of the sound.
A girl- and, though Kristen didn't know his, her name was Carter- and a boy; also not knowing this, but the boy could've been either of his three personalities. Cameron, Darwin, and Sylar. At the precise moment, the boy's mind was dictated by Darwin. But, the seventeen-year-old knew none of this. In the asylum she knew nothing; she couldn't. It was as simple as that. She was too bashful and frightened to approach anyone, for fear of the other mental diseases that were plagued about the asylum.
Her gaze flicked away from the two that had entered the courtyard back down to her lap, an unspoken question glinting her eyes. Who are you? It seemed so simple, yet in the asylum it was anything but. It was possibly the hardest question to ask besides "what's wrong with you". You have to earn someone's trust to learn that vital information, that, or some may just give it away freely. Or, you know, you could torture it out of them- sort of like the guards do. But, that wasn't much of an option; you didn't need a bad reputation in such a place as the asylum.

{ Sorry for bad post, I whipped this up in a minute and I'm on mobile, it's 1:00 in the morning and I'm going to sleep. }
{ Erica, your char is accepted. I'll add everyone tomorrow. }

[~Erica~]

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

Erica gasped softly as she opened her eyes, and clutched at the edges of her blanket, pulling them closer around her. It took her a few moment to realize she had simply been dreaming. Swallowing hard she scrubbed a hand over her face getting rid of the tears and then sat up. Unlike some of the patients at the asylum she was entirely alert to her surroundings, too alert perhaps. Her soft brown eyes flickered back and forth across the room, searching for any sign of danger before she slipped out of her bed, shivering as her bare feet touched the cold floor.

Erica gathered up her little pile of clothes and changed quickly into the pair of blue jeans and the forest green t-shirt deftly, hardly sparing the movements a thought. With that done she ran her fingers through her tangled blond hair and then left her room- she preferred not to think of it as a cell.

Moving down the dank hallway, Erica instinctually stuck to the walls, pressing close as if no one would notice her there, and truthfully, no one did. She made herself small and unnoticeable and that was how she liked it. Watching from corners like the timid little mouse she was. It was safe and it worked so why change? After all there was always Zoe to help her out. She flinched at the thought of the other girl, and scurried down the hall a little faster.

Unfortunately, her quick movements left her unaware of an uneven patch in the floor, and the edge of her foot caught on it, sending the girl tumbling to the ground. Erica caught herself on her hands and knees, biting her lip to keep from yelping, and stayed there for a few moments.

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female . 19 years young . single . the athletic . riles .
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Riley looked up, her eyes a harsh brown. She looked down at her hands. The dangerous possibility of her being able to wrap her bony hands around her neck. She could cut off her breathing now, put a stop to all the panic attacks and hyperventilation it brings. But, instead she walked solemnly towards the courtyard. She glanced towards the others, she knew she was most likely to die here. But, she always had a feeling that she'd die young and alone, now she knows why and how, just not when. She looked around as she sat on the ground against the corner of the wall.

"You're safe. Safe, safe, safe. The boys don't miss you, they didn't want you around, you had problems. Too many for them to handle."

Riley murmured repeatedly to herself as she tried to remember the days of haze she had gone through before she arrived here. She never wanted to die like this. She would have preferred anything over rotting in a cell and walking around friendless, having no communication for months but seeing people every single day of her life in this asylum.

lonely; nervous; angry; single.

[underland.]

w e s t l i e .
male . 18 years young . single . the jokester . wes; wessie; alykx.
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Westlie awoke to the loud scream of a girl and blinked slightly. He looked up, groggily, at the guards. Leave her be, he wanted to scream. But, he held back the thought and moved to dress himself after the guard left him the minute he saw he was awake. The guards had learn to leave him be, if they hit him, he would rage and nearly kill anything in his sight. He knew why he was here, nobody else did. He was fine with that. He looked down at his faded Vans. He sighed as he walked out of his cell and into the hall and towards the courtyard. He never really felt safe indoors, and he had his reasons for that. He looked around at the others in the asylum and began to shrink himself into a nearby table. He saw other guys and girls. Some younger than him, and some older. He glanced at his hands and grazed them through his chocolate hair, with regret of what he did.

awake; lonely; single.