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[coriander.]

[[ haha thanks xD I have Blair but she's kinda just crazy so I don't know if she'd be all that interesting xD ]]

[underland.]

all my charries are? >>

[~Erica~]

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

Erica's eyes lifted to the boy walking in her direction and she tensed instinctively. Maybe he was perfectly harmless, but considering the fact that this was an insane asylum she doubted it; besides the look on his face was wrong. The look was just a little too nonchalant and it was a look she had seen before. She pressed a little further against the wall and waited.

As he sat down she gave him a once over, and it was not a flirtatious look at all, it was a wary and timid look. It was the look of someone who knew she was the lowest on the food chain and couldn't do a thing about it. Of course there was always Zoe, but the boy didn't seem like he was going to attack so she stayed as calm as possible.

"Hi." She murmured back, frowning a bit as her voice came out scratchy. It had been a long while since she had spoken to someone so she clear her throat and tried again, "Who are you?"

Erica smiled inwardly, proud as her voice came out without scratches and it sounded suspicious just like she had wanted it to. That almost never happened, usually it was just quiet and a little bit scared, but that was the story of her life. Quiet and scared.

[littleghosthunter]

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Carter looked around resting feet on the ground again. As she rested her hands on the table. Her fingers tapping a rhythm on the table. She closed her eyes and sighed as she got lost in her thoughts. She stopped tapping on the table retracting her hands to resting in her lap again as she opened Her eyes. Tucking a loos strand of white hair behind her ear ear as she bit her lip. Am I really that bad that no one wants to talk to me? She thought as she gazed around at all the others in the courtyard. She sighed as she looked down at he lap.

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Justin grinned sitting down at the far corner of the courtyard. He looked at the floor looking at random spots longer than most grinning. "Good morning" he said to the spots he'd longer at than most. He bit his lip leaning back against the wall. Running his fingers threw his hair. He looked around his eyes landing on th other people and then at all the guards.

>>wb for jusitn

[longlive]

Q u i n n Farroh
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pyromaniac and schizophrenic

The girl had already been up early. As she sat in the courtyard, on the bench that was slowly rotting, she stared. At a tree who's leaves were slowly deteriorating. Security guards were everywhere around the place, standing near the doors with a hard expression on their brash faces. Turning towards the overgrown shrubs, Quinn's breath hitched. She thought she had saw someone. Someone coming towards her, their face in despair. A sudden anxiety came over her and the sudden energy that built up from the emotion, made the girl want to release all of it. It was to much. Leaning against the wall of the courtyard, she closed her eyes and saw a lighter, a black lighter in the middle of a table, shiny, clean and new. She saw hand, smooth and pale reaching towards it, slowly, achingly slow. The hand grabbed at the lighter, flicking on the switch, the flame appearing, flickering unsteadily. In a blink of an eye, the flame was all over the place. The whole room was on fire, the table, everything. Except the lighter. A sudden noise suddenly broke Quinn's vision. She blinked, looking around the courtyard. Where was the fire? Where was the lighter? Giving out a deep sigh of tension, the girl looked around the prison, eyeing the people who were also in it.

[I have no muse right now. -_-
sorry about this short, crappy post ]

[pumpkin.]

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Kristen just stared after Cameron- or, Darwin; whatever- as he left, a wistful expression distorting her facial features and sketching different words across her face that she couldn't- wouldn't- speak. She had to face the facts: she was nothing. Whenever someone tried to approach her, she just squirmed anxiously and looked away. When she did make an attempt to speak to another, they just laughed in her face and stalked off like she was asking for everything in the world. Maybe she was. To some it may not be challenging to give trust to another, but to Kristen, that seemed like everything. The only time anyone did bother to converse and appreciate her was when she was on the internet, but they didn't have that at the asylum; so, yeah, she was nothing. Her mother hated her, along with her twin brother, and the only person that ever loved her was dead. Her dad had always seemed to be the one that was there, though the only time she ever saw him was Sunday afternoons. But, he had died of cancer when she was seven; he was gone, and she was alone.
As a sudden wave of nausea struck her, the girl had to balance herself on the bench by perching herself up on her arms. Anorexia was not a choice she had wanted to come to. It all started in fifth grade at the end of the year when the school was presenting the "fifth grade send-off" slideshow. A picture had flashed onto the screen that was overlooking the entire grade that was hoarded into the gym, and it showed Kristen at a younger age smiling at an invisible woman holding a camera, an arm wrapped around a close friend of hers, Megan. Just then, before the next picture slipped onto the screen, a voice called out somewhere from the auditorium, "ugly; that girl's a fat freak!" At first the young girl was not phased, but then the worst possible thing happened: everyone began laughing. Everyone. Kristen didn't remember what happened afterwards, but she was sure it hadn't been pretty.
Pulling her knees up to her chest, she hugged herself, as if closing her eyes and acting like she was protected would actually make things all better. Yeah, right; in her imagination, or some other planet, maybe. That was it. She had to talk to someone. Somebody. Anybody. Blinking open her eyes once more,she glanced around for a possible person to talk to. Maybe, possibly, one who wasn't quite so insane...?

[coriander.]

Cᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ Kᴀʀᴛᴇʀ Mᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ

"split-personalities"

cameron || darwin || sylar

Darwin saw her tense and felt his cockiness falter a little. He was being a little too pushy for someone in an insane asylum. After all... not everyone was as fortunate as he to be only 1/3 of a crazy person--and not the crazy third. She seemed very wary of him, and he smiled brightly at her in reassurance. She said hi to him, and he tilted his head to the side in a friendly manner. One thing about Darwin that was different than Cameron; he knew how to move their body in a more flirtatious, attractive way. Little things like raised eyebrows, crooked smiles and small movements. His personality was much more playful than Cameron's.

When she asked who he was, his smile widened. "Well, you see, darling, that's why I'm here." Finally, someone that could continue a conversation. He scooted closer, running his hand through the long hair on top of his head to fix it and mess it up equally. Then, leaning in to talk he whispered, "Do you want to know who you're seeing, or who you're talking to?" Then he leaned back and winked at her, before looking straight forward again.

[~Erica~]

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

Erica blinked in surprise at his continued friendly manner, she hadn't exactly expected that, but then she had hardly expected him to talk to her in the first place. A tichy bit of her wariness dissipated, and her shoulders relaxed a bit. Just a bit though, she still did not trust him in the least.

Of course as soon as he scooted closer to her she tensed once more and inched away as much as she could while still staying in her little corner. He had gotten a little too close for comfort, any closer and she knew the other girl would be coming out to deal with him. Then he leaned away and she sighed under her breath.

His response confused Erica, so she frowned at him, biting her lip. "What is that suppose to mean?" She asked, disliking his response immensely, it wasn't straightforward and she couldn't quite figure out what the connotations were. "I'm talking to you aren't I?"

[coriander.]

Cᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ Kᴀʀᴛᴇʀ Mᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ

"split-personalities"

cameron || darwin || sylar

Darwin was very attentive to all of Erica's movements. He saw the surprise cross her face, and watch her muscles relax ever so slightly... but then she tensed once again as soon as he moved too close. He had expected that. In a way, he did it to test how wary she really was of him. She sighed under her breath and he perked his eyebrows ever so slightly. Then she spoke. "What is that supposed to mean?" she said, obviously a little confused. "I'm talking to you aren't I?"

He chuckled a little. "Ahh now that's just it." He tapped his temple gently with the tip of his right index finger. "You're talking to me." He looked back ahead for just a split second, as if observing the others. Then he glanced back at her with his lopsided smile. "I'm Darwin. The one in here," he started, sighing and sounding just a little sad. But of course he perked up right away. "This," he held out his hand, turning it over and moving his fingers gracefully, "is Cameron. I guess you could say I'm kind of a parasite. And I'm not the only one. There's this other guy..." he ran his other hand over a long, gruesome scar on the top of his arm. "He's why Cameron and I are here. He's a little... bitter." He bit his lip, holding back another laugh. That was an understatement. Then he looked back at the girl to see what she thought.

[just'marley]

{- sorry for the late post, i'm sick. plus i'm on my phone, so sorry if it's a bit sucky.


felicity bellamy -- the schizophrenic -- 18 -- tired -- in search of her "cat".

Felicity sighed, curled up against the wall with her knees to her chest and her head resting against the white brick wall. She sat, brown eyes flickering around the room as she waited for the guards to come in and "wake her up." She barely ever slept, though, Jack or Madi always keeping her up. She closed her eyes momentarily, biting her bottom lip softly as she let one leg slide down the cot slowly. This, by far, was the worst asylum or institution she had ever been to... and that was saying something, being as she had been to one too many. The air was damp and musty, making it hard to breathe; and the walls were covered in mold and old papers left from other patients. Felicity's nose scrunched up in disgust before she let out a small gasp, eyes opening wide to look down at the small cat in her lap. "Madi, what did I tell you about scaring me?" She frowned, letting her slim fingers run over the slick black animal's fur. People always told her that Madi and the others were just hallucinations, that her schizophrenia was too overruling of her mind and that it provided a little escape to comfort her depression. But, as Felicity had always said, there was no possible way that they could just be hallucinations. She could feel them, god-d*mmit. No matter what the doctors said, they were real, whether they understood that or not.

The cat simply smiled, the edges of her jowls raising to her eyes in what most people would find a distorted and disgusting manner... But, the young brunette simply smiled in reply. After 4 years of seeing un-anatomically correct cats, and boys that could lure you into trying to kill yourself, she was by far used to it. I mean, with her shy personality, they were the only ones she could really and truly talk to. Madi's mouth opened to say something, but the guard stepped in and knocked a knuckle on the wall and raised an eyebrow. The cat leaped from her lap and out the cracked door, making Felicity from and look back up. "Get dressed," He huffed to the short girl, who nodded quickly and climbed to her feet before looking around for some of her clothing. Felicity had arrived a year ago when she was 17, and after many attempts for them to try and jostle her awake she had repeated 720's gruff words, that if they ever touched her again he would regret it. So, she simply pulled on a pair of jeans and her normal highschool sweatshirt before slipping her feet into her black converse and roaming off into the halls to look for Madi.

Felicity sniffed, running her fingers through her hair as she stepped out of her room and shivered. The asylum had always been fairly cold to her.. "Madi???" She called, knowing that she probably wouldn't be able to find her anytime soon. The cat always found reason to play hide-n-go seek the first few hours Felicity had woken up, she had since her creator was 13... And unfortunately, it always took another few hours to find her. So, the brunette started down the hall with a sigh-- in search of her hallucination.