♠ - laιr oғ lυnaтιcѕ - ♠ S e m i - L i t ~[Open ;; New]~

[Ozara]

{ Wherever you want in the place X3 Now is the time where everyone is supposed to taks their meds. And lunch is an hour. }

[Trapped]

- Heres my guy,
i'll work on my girl in a sec.
^~^ -

Location~
Hallway
Doing~
Walking
Talking to~
No one
Wearing~
xXx

adrιan ѕĸye arcнer

Adrian jumped when he heard the lock click on his door. No one, just the nurse. Just the nurse. He kept repeating over and over to himself minutes after they left. A few minutes later he slid off his bed onto his hands and knees. Now in the floor beside his bed, he reached his hand under the small radiator that was in the middle of the room. He soon found what he was looking for. He quickly pulled out the small box of trinkets. Yoyos, toothbrushes, shoelaces, and other small items that he has 'stolen' over these past few months. Now that he was satisfied the items were safe, he quickly stashed the box into its proper place.Standing up he looked behind him, as to make sure no one was there.

For the second time that morning, Adrian got dressed. For being in a mental hospital, they really should check up on the patients during the night. Every night Adrian wakes up at the same time, 2:37 sharp. And every night he manages to sneak out of his room and into the hospital. The locks are no problem for him. A few tricks with a paper clip and the doors open. Sighing he poked his head out the door, wondering if anyone else was in the hallway. Seeing no one he made his way out of his room.

As he was walking down the hallway Adrian looked over his shoulder quite often. As he passed a few nurses he smiled softly at them and waved. But when he was past them he noticeably flinched. He's never liked people being behind him. As he passed a small mirror that was on the wall he stopped. Noticing the dark circles under his eyes. But soon his hand got a familiar itch to it. He wanted that mirror. Badly. No. No. No. We wouldn't be able to hide it. He mumbled to himself as he quickly walked away. Putting as much distance between here and the object.

Soon Adrian stepped out of the doors into the courtyard. The first thing he noticed were two girls talking by a flower. Looking around he noticed a few other people there, but not to many, thankfully. He quickly made his way to a bench that was against a wall. He sat down and started twiddling his thumbs, keeping a lookout in case anyone came to close.

[water-witch]

[ Hazell faints, and she's ignored? How cold. And sorry for the stinky post, I think I've written myself into a corner. ]

I'm not perfect,
but I don't think
you are, either

● paranoid, as usual ●
● at the 'hospital' ●
● with no one ●
● wearing this ●

{ hazell genson ● eighteen ● paranoid }

I wake up with a splitting headache in a tiny dorm. I look around. At least it's not a 'privilege revoked' room. I shiver. There's a girl here who got her privileges revoked. She can make the nurses scared. Then my paranoia kicks in. Oh, no! What if she kills me? What if I die here? What if I worry too much and they put me in a privilege revoked room with her? I shiver again. I don't like here, she smiles creepy. I lay down on the hard mattress. They're right, I do have problems. I'll show them. I'll sleep and look normal for once. Or so I told myself. No sleep for me. I'm too scared.

[Ozara]

{ I'm sorry XD I wrote that post of mine forever ago and put it up before I read yours. I'll write one up to reply to yours Rain C: }

[Ozara]

- Heres my guy,
i'll work on my girl in a sec.
^~^ -

Location~
Hallway
Doing~
Walking
Talking to~
No one
Wearing~
xXx

adrιan ѕĸye arcнer

Adrian jumped when he heard the lock click on his door. No one, just the nurse. Just the nurse. He kept repeating over and over to himself minutes after they left. A few minutes later he slid off his bed onto his hands and knees. Now in the floor beside his bed, he reached his hand under the small radiator that was in the middle of the room. He soon found what he was looking for. He quickly pulled out the small box of trinkets. Yoyos, toothbrushes, shoelaces, and other small items that he has 'stolen' over these past few months. Now that he was satisfied the items were safe, he quickly stashed the box into its proper place.Standing up he looked behind him, as to make sure no one was there.

For the second time that morning, Adrian got dressed. For being in a mental hospital, they really should check up on the patients during the night. Every night Adrian wakes up at the same time, 2:37 sharp. And every night he manages to sneak out of his room and into the hospital. The locks are no problem for him. A few tricks with a paper clip and the doors open. Sighing he poked his head out the door, wondering if anyone else was in the hallway. Seeing no one he made his way out of his room.

As he was walking down the hallway Adrian looked over his shoulder quite often. As he passed a few nurses he smiled softly at them and waved. But when he was past them he noticeably flinched. He's never liked people being behind him. As he passed a small mirror that was on the wall he stopped. Noticing the dark circles under his eyes. But soon his hand got a familiar itch to it. He wanted that mirror. Badly. No. No. No. We wouldn't be able to hide it. He mumbled to himself as he quickly walked away. Putting as much distance between here and the object.

Soon Adrian stepped out of the doors into the courtyard. The first thing he noticed were two girls talking by a flower. Looking around he noticed a few other people there, but not to many, thankfully. He quickly made his way to a bench that was against a wall. He sat down and started twiddling his thumbs, keeping a lookout in case anyone came to close.

{ P.S. That second little girl is a hallucination >:3 }

[Ozara]

{ S L O A N E ♦ A D A I R ♦ A U S M I U M }

x • x • x • x

.:FEELING:.
Nothing but
some pain
.:LOCATION:.
Hallways
.:WITH:.
No one
.:WEARING:.
~x~

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♦ - -

Sloane felt her eyes seem to reduce to slits as a boy exited the hallways, stepping out into the courtyard just a few feet from her. When she glanced back over at Shylah, the figment of her powerful imagination dematerialized from her sight entirely. She became locked up in the 'hallucination chambers' of Sloane's head. Her friend for the day was shoved away by force before she had even finished speaking to her. Sloane stood up straight, bitter glance cast towards the boy before she composed herself and sucked in a calming breath.

Anger wasn't a common factor for Sloane in her regular personality. Only her disorders caused that. "Hello." She evaded eye contact entirely, staring at her mud-colored boots. There was light snowfall, and no sunshine. There was a canopy of clouds in the sky, leaving everything in a darker shade than normal. Not allowing any words to escape the boy in reply, Sloane slipped by him soundlessly, her footsteps unheard and light. Pacing effortfully and with haste down the hallway, Sloane chirped multiple times and cooed like a dove. Then she chirped a couple more times and rolled her shoulders. The tourette's were kicking in. This was directly in front of a door {In front of Hazell's dorm.} though Sloane couldn't care less.

These tourette's were oh-so-obviously uncontrollable. By now, they were ignorable to her. Except for the finger cracking. That became increasingly painful, especially in the frost weather. She might develop arthritus soon. Sloane drew up both hands, cracking them slowly at the thought of doing so. She cringed in her head, eyes shutting tightly as each crack, crack, crack was heard.

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{ Aha. I just triple posted. I'm horrible XD Don't follow my influence. }

[Ozara]

{ Bump. I just quad posted. I'm such a rule breaking rebel~ X3 }

[PapaRoachFan]

|•| Cheyenne |•| Blaze |•| Parker |•|

Currently:
Walking around
With:
No one
Crush:
No one yet
Issue:
Depression
and suicidal
thoughts

Cheyenne woke up, her sightless eyes a hazy white color. Last night was another of her suicidal nightmares, almost making it happen. Taking a belt and almost her life. The last few days were a living h€ll and the solitude didn't help since the absolute silence drove her nearly mad because of her depression and the need to be away from people. So she intentionally missed meals and any kind of interactions with the other patients. Maybe at some point she should meet at least someone if not to be a tiny bit 'social' but to have someone to talk to on occasion just to see if it might help her with the suicidal thoughts.

People were always her problem when she had been home, making jokes and laughing at her disability and the scars that marred her body and a bit of her face. They didn't understand yet they tormented her... After a while, her mom had seen the issues and sent her to the doctor who decided she needed evaluated and sent to this institution. It wasn't a good idea since it all got worse. Almost every night she woke up screaming. Then the suicide attempts became a nearly every other night thing. The depression grew even worse which fed into the suicidal tendencies. It all rooted back to being disabled, being blind.

She had been here for about three months and everything was falling apart. Her mom stopped visiting, calling, and writing. Any thread to possible humanity were gone and the loneliness grew. It was a horribly difficult situation and it didn't look like it would ease up anytime soon.

After a while of contemplating, she decided to take a little walk around to see if it might help. She wore black pants, t-shirt, and hoodie which the good was over her blonde hair to hide her face as she escaped into the hall. Her hand trailed along the wall as she made her slow path down the hall, unknowingly towards the library. She turned in and heard a woman say, "Hello," to her as she entered. She didn't realize it was the library until she found a bookcase. It had very few Braille books for her to read and over the past three months she had read all of the Braille books and a few extra times when she grew extremely bored. They needed a new selection. She grabbed one of the books she had already read, 'Hush, Hush' though she didn't exactly object to this book. The book jacket read:

Falling in love was never so easy... or so deadly.

For Nora Grey, romance was not part of the plan. She's never been particularly attracted to the boys at her school, no matter how much her best friend, Vee, pushes them at her. Not until Patch came along. With his easy smile and eyes that seem to see inside her, Nora is drawn to him against her better judgment.

But after a series of terrifying encounters, Nora's not sure who to trust. Patch seems to be everywhere she is, and to know more about her than her closest friends. She can't decide whether she should fall into his arms or run and hide. And when she tries to seek some answers, she finds herself near a truth that is way more unsettling than anything Patch makes her feel.

For Nora is right in the middle of an ancient battle between the immortal and those that have fallen - and, when it comes to choosing sides, the wrong choice will cost her life.

Patch was a fallen angel with an edge who no one could stay away from, which was why Nora, a human girl, found him so... amazingly interesting and attractive. The book made her fantasize being in the girl's spot though she knew it never would happen which always depressed her. Which was why she read the book and series so she could at least pretend that she felt wanted... She sat down and began to read the amazing book that pulled you into it and didn't let go.

[crazy.]

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♦ Seventeen ♦ Female ♦ THE 'smart girl' ♦ Severe Paranoia ♦

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Giving up smoking is the easiest thing in the world.
I know because I've done it thousands of times.
-Mark Twain

Activity Sitting
Listening To People
Talking To No One
Crush Don't be so Naive
Dating Foolish People

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Grinning I looked up at all the people around me, I started to walk, taking a casual walk around to see what was going on, but all that was flooding my mind was mathmatical equations. "Questa è la mia morte." I murmered to myself in Italian. The translation being This is going to be the death of me. In all fairness my mind had allowed me to be a pessimist. I always expected the worst out of every outcome. But the way I figured it, if I expect the worst and aim for the best, then I won't be disapointed when I fail or achieve. It was logical, and to be honest, itwas more logical then being optimistic about things. Peole who always looked for the best outcome were always worn down and tired. "As I was going to St Ives. I met a man with seven wives. Every wife had seven sacks. Every sack had seven cats. Every cat had seven kittens. Kittens, cats, sacks, wives. How many were going to St Ives?" I murmered in my head. The first riddle that always left my mouth when my knowledge of government secrets flooded my mind. The doctors said it had no signifigance, it had plenty of signifigance, if you knew what it meant. I just so happened to know what it meant, and the United States government had an idea of what it meant. I looked to my left to see a man in navy jeans and a jacket talking to my doctor. Smirking I waved at the man, he straightened and looked at me with an icy glare. Everyday they sent a man from some government agency in to check and see how I was doing, and everyday the doctor would tell them the same thing. "She hasn't made any progress so far." Which would always be a lie, the doctor was on my side, mostly because I had scared him half to death as I told him about his wifes affair, which turned out to be true.
One of the things stamped in big red letters on my file was a big Extremely Dangerous stamp. I had a way of getting inside peoples heads, and they didn't all enjoy that, go figure. Truthfully every nurse in this place avoided me unless absolutely nessicary, they had all read my file. Learned of how I had talked a nurse into commiting suicide. All though, in all fairness that part of my file told the story wrong, they claimed I talked a happy go lucky nurse with no problems into killing herself, truthfully I had sensed her irritation, her and her husband were fighting, her kids were keeping her up at night. I knew she was on the edge ready to jump, I just gave her the final push she needed. But I had no intention of telling them that, the more they feared me, the more fun I would have in this place. One of the things I enjoyed most was being left alone, and when people left me alone I was at my saniest and happiest. I enjoyed sitting by myself and studying people.
Going outside I went to sit on a bench, but I had troubles choosing which one. There was only two empty benches, one of which had slight discoloration meaning it was rotting, and the other had rusty bolts suggesting that it could give. Both of the benches only had minor issues, and it was something no one else would pick up on. But my cursed mind always picked up on things like that, it was part of the reason I never flew on planes, watching the pilot look up to the left as he told the stewerdess to tell the passengers to buckle up. Why was he nervous? Why did the engineer checking the fuel tank before we took off look distressed? Many questions flooded my mind when I entered an airplane, and all of them usually made me more paranoid then I already was.

((Sorry for the pathetic post... I have a bit of writers block, Christmas is sucking the life out of me lol))

[water-witch]

I'm not perfect,
but I don't think
you are, either

● paranoid, as usual ●
● at the 'hospital' ●
● with no one ●
● wearing this ●

{ hazell genson ● eighteen ● paranoid }

Crack. Crack. Crack. As soon as I hear it, I freak. my pills a not here. I can't get them. No no no no no no no no no no! I rush out into the hallway, and seeing another person, I make some sort of sound like meep. I immediately rush to the nurse to get my pills, or else I would probably faint again. I make it to the nurse, and as she stares at me I wave my hands frantically, my mouth opening and closing. I grab some paper and a pencil, and write. I can't talk sorry paranoid need pills labeled H. Genson. I show it to her and jump up and down, knowing that if I don't get those pills now I'll faint, and that's the last thing I need. The nurse reads the paper and gives me the pills. I pop one in my mouth and finally my heart rate goes down. I write again. Thanks better now heart rate down need pills to take with me or fainting a lot. The nurse reads it again and shakes her head. "Can't do that. If I do that you might take too many."