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WE'RE ALL MAD HERE | ACCEPTING

Postby pumpkin. » Tue Jun 25, 2013 7:24 am

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Dear ----,
    So you're the newbie, huh? You don't look like much, but then again, none of us are much of anything either. I don't know why I even bother sending you this epistle, for you're most likely too apprehensive of this demonic place at the precise moment to respond. The asylum can get to you at times; I understand. I've been in here for years, and I'm still not used to the torturous atmosphere that shrouds the building. Now, you see- or, read- I'm pondering why you're in such a place as this one. From your appearance, you don't seem like you should be in a place as near to hell as this specific one is. Darling, I recommend you get out of here as soon as you can, because this isn't a place where songbirds fly. Sorry, for the horrid truth. I don't know what you've got- or what you are, for that matter- but no one cares. You're being cradled by Death if you stay here. Whether you're a pyromaniac, anorexic, a cutter, or just plain insane, it doesn't matter. You'll be stuck here until they manage to cure you; and no one has been cured yet. The McCallister Asylum has been open for fifty years, and we're all trapped. You have to run, escape while you can. The screaming- oh, the screaming; it gets to you. It gets inside your head, and it sings to you; la-la-la-la. And those scratching noises you hear at night? Some rumor it be the souls of those that have passed in the cell, but my hypothesis is it's just your cellmates, clawing. Clawing, clawing, clawing until their fingers bleed and their nails are stubs. Dear, don't you understand?
WE'RE ALL MAD HERE
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The "prisoners" here are each herded- erm, I mean, assigned to a specific cell. You will never have a roommate, for your- mind it, dear- disease, may or may not be dangerous to others in the asylum. It would have to be an extreme condition for someone of your type to be in the same cell as another. If anyone is killed in the asylum, it's on them; not that whoever dropped you off would see you again, anyway. But, the schedule of the patients are rather intimate for such a harsh atmosphere. Basically, you can go wherever you want. The options?
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What do you mean "what's the catch?" There's no catch; why would you think that? Im-probable! Okay, yes, I lied; just a white one. It's not necessarily a catch if you're in the asylum for your own wrongdoing. You cannot- I repeat, cannot- blame for such a thing that occurred on your own accord! The catch, dearest, is that there are asylum guards patrolling every inch of the perimeter, and scouting the area. There is no way in or out, and if there is an attempt, there will be severe consequences. Now, let's meet the demons- I mean, the patients.

    risten || age one || umpkin queen

    oralie || age one || igre

    ameron || age one || hecoriproject

    lair || age one || hecoriproject

    elicity || age two || ∞d. ♥

    uinn || age three || hameleon, soul

    iley || age three || nlikely.

    arter || age four || ountryfreak

    ustin || age four || ountryfreak

    ucas || age five || umpkin queen

    rica || age five || ~erica~

    estlie || age six || nlikely.

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Kristen Lynn McCollick

Postby pumpkin. » Tue Jun 25, 2013 8:44 am


















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THEY ALL SAY LIFE IS A STORY
OF SHAKESPHEARE UNWRITTEN

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BUT THEY HAVE YET TO EXPLAIN
WHY MY LIFE IS NO FAIRYTALE

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JUST ANOTHER WANDERING SOUL
... Listen, um, I'm not going to sugar-coat it, so..., what're you doing here? Why are you even talking to me? No one ever talks to me- ever- so I don't see why you should be any different. Oh, so you're here for an interview, eh? Huh, well; I don't see any problem with that. The name is Kristen Lynn McCollick, but you can call me Lirby- or, you know, just Kristen is fine. Yeah, um, I don't usually get the most positive reaction to my nickname, so..., anyway. If you care- which I doubt you do- my first name, Kristen, comes from Latin origination and means "follower of Christ". Now, I wasn't named Kristen for the religious meaning, but I was named that because my mom wanted to name me "Sunny Blue Sky", so my dad asked for suggestions and received Kristen from his co-worker. I still think my mom would've preferred her suggestion. As for my middle name, Lynn, that comes from Old English- possibly Gaelic- and means "lake". I can't- I just don't know what this part of my name is about. It could mean anything, but I don't believe my parents deemed me this specific name for any particular reason. As for my last name, McCollick, that was my dad's last name. It originates from the Irish, I believe. Yeah, I have Irish origination from my father mingled with the Swedish and German roots of my mother. A very interesting combination, some may say.

Hasn't anyone ever told you it's impolite to ask a lady her age? But, eh; I guess I'm not the most "proper" lady. Ask whatever you'd like. At the precise moment at I'm the age of seventeen years. Not "seventeen years young" or "seventeen years old". Just seventeen. I'm not exactly old, and I'm not exactly young, so I wouldn't consider myself either. I was born on April third, some random year, at 10:25 in the morning. Don't ask how I manage to remember that, I just do; it seems simple enough. Because my birth was just that simple, right? It's not like anyone cared, anyhow.

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What do I look like? Oh, well shouldn't this be an enjoyable topic to discuss? Okay, I'll give it to you straightforward- I hate myself. It's as simple as that. Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. My thighs are too big, my eyes are too dull, my hair is never the way I want it, my nose is too big for my face, my smile is crooked, I weigh too much, I'm too tall; this list could go on forever, but I'll stop there. Now, let's go further into the lesson of hatred, shall we? Let's start things off with my eyes. When I was born, my eyes were blue- same as all newborns. But, the thing is, my eyes remained blue. I used to love the color of my eyes. Then, for some reason, my eyes started growing darker..., and darker..., and darker. Now there's a firm rim of dark green around my pupil, and it looks like the pupil threw up around itself. That's a nice simile, right? I wear glasses from the brand "Ray Ban", and some might call them "hipster glasses". I only got them because my mom said they "looked well with my face." The main color that's inherited with my glasses is black, but there's also transparency on the inside rims. I needed transition lenses to help my eyesight, so that means the lenses on my glasses tend to turn a shade darker when I walk outside- sort of like sunglasses. You can still see my eyes, sadly; but at least it helps with my vision. So..., how about we move onto my hair? I was born with pure blonde hair- not dyed, nope-nope. It was originally the brightest thing I had ever seen in my entire life, but then the roots started getting darker. My mom and my dad both once had blonde hair, but in the end, their hair ended up turning into a mousy brown color. That's the route I'm going down. I still have blonde hair, of course, at the moment, but the brown roots in my hair are spreading.

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Re: WE'RE ALL MAD HERE | ACCEPTING

Postby pumpkin. » Tue Jun 25, 2013 8:46 am

Reserved.
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Re: WE'RE ALL MAD HERE | ACCEPTING

Postby pumpkin. » Tue Jun 25, 2013 8:46 am

Forms can be submitted, now. }
I just need to finish up some basics. }
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some girls don't live to see another sunrise

Postby Brittle » Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:00 am

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➸❝ H O W CA N I B E L O V E D
I F E V E R Y O N E S A F R A I D O F M E ? ❞

Uh, hey. My name is Coralie. Pronounced Cora-lye, it's a strange name I know, but at least it's not Berenice or some other despicable name like that. Oh I'm sorry, I have tenancy to get off track. So yeah Coralie Ford. My parents decided not to give me a middle name, it was between Olive or Tiffany. My parents didn't decide in time for my birth, soooo....yes. If you must know, I'm a female. Have I ever thought of being a guy? Honestly? Nope. I'm perfectly happy the way I am, and if anyone wants to be sexist, go ahead, just not right in front of my face please. A description of my personality? I'll have you know i'm very...smiley? I guess is the right word. Usually chipper and relaxed, I've got a lot of friends who also say i'm 'bubbly' and 'fun'. I don't know about that...I'd also say, I've always got a attitude. Sarcasm is my game, I deal out the cards in the argument. I would be all for debate club if it didn't meet right at the time of lacrosse. Yes, i'm a very sporty girl. I wouldn't say I'm great, amazing, or even good. The only reason I play is because it's enjoyable, do you know what I mean? Ah, forget it. No one knows what the heck i'm talking about...That's another different thing, I'm very very very complicated. One minute i'm in tears, the next you'll see me rocking out to one direction lyrics and laughing very loudly. My friends are very close, very close. Of course there are those people I've seen in the hallway and stuff, maybe ate a few lunches together, but as I said earlier close friends. My friends are the types who give me crap and I deal with it, and vice versa. Many believe I am shy and self-obsessed. Well I hate when people slap labels on you like your just another can of soup. I could be a can of soup cracked open when a child accidentally knocked me down, I could have more water in me then the other can. See what I mean? I'm a pretty persuasive girl, I don't do bad things with my persuasion though. I just...oh, I lost my train of thought, next question? Let's see...age? Okay, well if you must know i'm seventeen. A junior in high school.

{Wip, p.s. she's a suicide attempt type girl. six times...and does anorexia and all the self harm stuff...}
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Re: WE'RE ALL MAD HERE | ACCEPTING

Postby .Turtle » Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:20 am

May i reserve a girl?
    Who out of the band never acts cool around celebrities and starts fangirling?...niall all the time -Louis Tomlinson , Hi person soo....... VAS HAPPEN'IN???

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Re: WE'RE ALL MAD HERE | ACCEPTING

Postby pumpkin. » Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:21 am

{ Accepted, Peanut Brittle. }
{ @.Turtle we're always accepting. }
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WE'RE ALL MAD HERE | ACCEPTING

Postby Brittle » Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:22 am

Can I be a moderator?

I've been craving a role play like this since forever....
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ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ?

Postby coriander. » Tue Jun 25, 2013 9:35 am

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Cᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ Kᴀʀᴛᴇʀ Mᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ

"split-personalities"

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Cameron Karter Montgomery
ᴀɢᴇ: Seventeen years old
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male || "Unless I develop a female personality. I really don't know what I'd call myself then."
ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ: He has a multiple personality disorder. Currently, there are three sides. Cameron, his normal, flirty and fun teenage self, Darwin, his second personality that is more mature, more serious and way more intelligent than him, and Blake.
sᴛᴏʀʏ: The Cameron personality is the single personality that truly belongs. Cameron was born into a normal family with happily married parents and two older siblings. His sister, Adeline, is three years older than him, and his brother, Micah, is six years older than him. He was always a very intelligent, outgoing child. Up until he entered high school, he had a lot of friends and was a completely normal kid. The summer of his freshman year he started having memory lapses, blacking out for long periods of time and waking up with things in different places than he remembered them being. It wasn't long before he started to find notes written to him, in his own handwriting, explaining what was going. There was someone else in his head, someone sharing his body with him. He wrote very intelligently, using words that Cameron didn't even know that he knew. Cameron jokingly called him Darwin, and the name stuck.
The two started to keep video logs to communicate with each other. It freaked Cameron out a lot to see his own body speaking to him, in a different voice and a different tone and using facial expressions he had never used. He adjusted, however, and the two began to become close--as close as two separate personalities sharing a body could. After a long while, the Darwin personality was strong enough to communicate with Cameron in the back of his mind. Cameron never could communicate with Darwin when Darwin was dominant, though. The relationship didn't seem to have any flaws and Cameron never mentioned it to his parents.
Then, in his sophomore year, Cameron blacked out in the middle of the night. He came to in a hospital, surrounded by doctors. Apparently in the middle of the night he had wandered into the middle of the house and tried to kill his sister. When caught by his parents, he had started to savagely attack himself, screaming that he wanted to be free. Cameron did not remember any of it, and immediately thought that it was Darwin turning on him. However, Darwin swore it wasn't him. Later, when Cameron fell asleep, Darwin broke through and told Cameron's parents exactly what was going on in Cameron's mind. He provided the idea that perhaps he wasn't the only personality.
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Cameron's sister was brought in to talk to Darwin, and jokingly called the other personality Sylar due to the fact she had watched the show Heroes and the personality reminded her of the antagonist. The name stuck. The Sylar personality is deep and dark and very quiet. It does not surface often, but when it does it tends to be very obvious. Cameron occasionally has horrible headaches, seizures or blackouts as warnings. Also, he may start to forget things said seconds before or say things uncharacteristic of himself. The Sylar personality was the one that got him kicked out of school. Cameron was medicated and the Sylar personality did not show up for a long time.
Then one day in school, Cameron got a horrible nose bleed and thought he blacked out. In all reality, he actually stood up and pulled a gun on his classroom of peers. Darwin, stronger than Cameron, took over and broke Cameron's arms before Sylar took back over. Then Sylar left the school, went home, and recorded a video log for Cameron, threatening the lives of everyone he cared about.

That was the last straw. Cameron was immediately admitted.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Cameron has pale skin completely lacking in any markings. His eyes are a very pale silver-gold, and his lips are full and dark. He has light flush to his cheeks, making him look slightly like a porcelain doll and also like he is a little bit cold. His hair is a light golden-brown, short on the sides and long on the top so he can swoop it in any way he chooses. It's always styled in a purposely messy way. He stands at 5'11", weighing a mere 150 pounds--he's thin with a light smattering of muscle. He typically wears dark wash well-fitted jeans and sweaters or v-necks. He's a fan of the occasional button-down collared shirt. His shoes are a mix of slip-on vans and Toms.


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Bʟᴀɪʀ Aɴᴀʟɪᴇsᴇ Mᴏɴʀᴏᴇ

"completely psychotic"

ɴᴀᴍᴇ: Blair Analiese Monroe
ᴀɢᴇ: Twenty-one || She has been here for four years.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ: Psychosis || She is quite literally psychotic. Her brain has completely deteriorated and she is crazy. She is catatonic and schizophrenic and hallucinates constantly.
sᴛᴏʀʏ: Blair lived a typical, rebellious life of a teenager up until she was about 17. She was babysitting for a wealthy neighbor when she started being harassed by a caller to the house phone. He started talking about all of the horrible things he was going to do to her. She panicked and called 911, but the lines were dead. This man had been watching the house for weeks, stalking her every day she had been babysitting. She'd always been a very beautiful, attractive young woman. Eventually, the man started calling from inside of the house. She started to fall apart, scouring the house for him and trying to find some way to contact the authorities. She hustled the children around, trying to find the safest place for them. After hiding them in a closet, she took a knife from the kitchen and attempted to search the basement. On her way up the stairs she was attacked by the man, and in a mad scramble she pushed him to the bottom and stabbed him. Watching the man die is what everyone supposes drove her over the edge.
From that day on, she was never the same. She slowly and painfully became a different person. If touched and surprised, she would whirl around and attempt to fight whoever was touching her. It became too much after a while. Her counseling was no longer working, and she began to spend the entire time staring into space. She was admitted to a mental hospital, although her stay was short. The ceiling-to-floor windows were too much like the ones in the house where she was attacked. She began to forge weapons and try to attack people. She was deemed insane. After months of psychoanalysis it was determined that the only thing they could do for her was put her in a ward where she couldn't hurt anyone else. She is that person that wanders the halls, stares blankly and laughs for no reason. In the moments where she does seem sane, she is incredibly flirtatious and hangs all over people. She has a lot of mental breakdowns and is often found screaming or clawing at her skin. She has a long history of self harm, including cutting and ripping her own skin off as if she is trying to escape. She's well known in the asylum as the house ghost.

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Blair has bleach white hair and lightly tanned skin, obviously not from the sun. Her eyes are a deep brown, almost black. They hardly seem to contain any color or life, even in the brightest of lights. She was given makeup with hopes that she would remember how important it was to her. Occasionally she can be spotted with deep black eyeliner, a lot of mascara and bright red lipstick. For some reason that was the only part of her mind that stuck around--her vanity. She stands at 5'8" and weighs a sickly 110 pounds. She hardly eats because she hardly thinks about her hunger. She dresses in mostly jeans and plain shirts, but once in a while can be seen in a dress. Although pretty, she's covered in gruesome scars and looks like a walking spirit.
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