The Asylum Next Door <NOT ACCEPTING>

[weasel man]

Full name: William Harris
Username: weasel man
Nickname: Will
Why you are here: They don't really know, other than has a problem with his brain an he'll randomly speak non-sense
Zodiac: Scorpio
Gender:male
Bio: He's 6ft2 and has messy brown hair that reaches to just above his shoulders. He's very skinny, but eats a lot. Will loves planes and guns and will very often talk about them even if no one is there to listen. When he started to speak about strange things at the age of 6 his parents to him to the doctors, however as the couldn't properly diagnose anything so they let him until the age of 18 where he was sent here.
Patient, Caretaker or Guard: Patient
(Patients only) caretaker: None yet

(I'm on my iPod so I won't try and put a picture on here. If you want a picture I'll add one later)

[Crimson Houndoom]

(lol accepted and Im my iPod also so I might talk a lot more than I do on my computer
Blue side her hair hiding her eyes she growled alittle wanting out of the straight jacket. She tugged and yanked at it growling louder

[weasel man]

(Thanks)

William sat in his room tapping a tune on his leg, "I'd prefere a 5 shot revolver to a double barrel shot gun," he tought for a moment, "yes definately the revolver the feel so nice… or so I've heard." He wasn't sure what to do, so he got up and thought about what he could do.

[Crimson Houndoom]

Blue heard some one next to her cell she rammed her head into the wall only hitting the soft wall she sighed and laughed crazed when she heard about guns

[weasel man]

William jumped at the sound of laughter, "Oh yeah other people are here" He ran his hand through his hair sighed then sat down. "There's nothing to do and if I don't see a plane, preferably a C-130, that's a Hercules to you people who don't know, I'm going to go insane!" He yelled as loud as he could.

[Crimson Houndoom]

Blue looked at the wall and smirked knowing he could see her smirk "who are you talking to I'm the only o e in the cells next to you."

[weasel man]

"Well you better find a plane then." He laughed, he was glad someone was listening to him, it had been a long time since anyone listened to him, "So what sort of things do you like?"

[Crimson Houndoom]

Blue smiled "like? Well I'm in here for liking to kill people." blue paced around the room

[weasel man]

"They say guns kill people. I hate that, people need to stop blaming other things" Will mused, "I wonder what the birds are like today" He stared at the wall as if it were a window and started to make bird noises.

[Crimson Houndoom]

Blue laughed "I never use guns their to loud." she smiled and sat down