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Ash || Eighteen || Blind & Schizophrenia

Sitting quietly, starring at nothing from the eyes that didn't work, Ash sat in his normal rolling chair. One foot rested on the ground while the other was lifted, making his knee under his face and his chin on his knee. His arms were wrapped around his leg that was up to his chest, all the while he listened to the voices that spoke. There was always one that seemed to stand out, it was a soft voice like that of a girl, and to Ash, it was his best friend. She spoke of nothing and everything, which made a smile crack from his lips. He sat in the rec room where those of low levels were aloud to watch tv or just relax.

[Hope its not too long, or too short of a post. ^^]

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"You can't win when you're competing against yourself."

i'm holding on to my dear life
to the railing on the roof
and the ground below looks up and says
what are you gonna do
are you gonna throw it all away
are you gonna end it all or not

and i'm waiting for the phone to ring
to hear your voice again
'cause you're the only one who can save me
from this dark and lonely end
and it's getting colder by the second
surrounded by these forget-me-nots
and second thoughts

and i want them to stop
please stop
stop
please stop
stop
please stop

well the concrete's looking softer
every second that i wait
and the rain is singing on my skin
as the tears fall down my face
and i hold you picture in my hand
so you'll be with me when i go
and i recall all the moments that lead me to this
all of my mistakes
i say goodbye to all my memories and lies to my face
cause i was hurting on the inside so i hurt myself on the outside too
but then they knew

and they begged me to stop
please stop
stop
please stop
stop
please stop

fc;; dalton rapattoni
lyrics;; dalton rapattoni
pictures;; original owners

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elliot jaylin royce

name;; elliot jaylin royce
age;; eighteen
gender;; male
birthdate;; february 8th
birth place;; sunnyvale, texas
sexuality;; straight
current relationship;; alice

disorder;; diagnosed with schizophrenia at the age of fourteen
effects of disorder;; hallucinations and speech impediment - slightly jumbled and a bad stutter
treatment;; refuses to take pills


ever since elliot was a young boy, it was obvious that he was different from the other children. his imagination was on a whole different level. it went above and beyond the other children's. rather than imaginary friends, elliot had an whole imaginary universe, but he still was here in our world. he was torn between both; it made differentiating reality from fantasy a difficult task.
elliot kept to him self, sharing little with anyone, even his parents. he's secretive almost. he's never been close to anyone ever. he's content with just having himself has company. he has enough thoughts to occupy his mind at all times.
elliot likes to pull pranks on people, but his pranks are usually anything but funny. he has a dry and bitter twisted sense of humor that no one seems to enjoy. that's fine by him; at least they make him laugh. he's able to amuse himself, but it's often with grotesque.
elliot was fourteen when he was diagnosed with schizophrenia, which is very early. it wasn't expected; his parents have exceptional mental health. it causes elliot to hallucinate; he sees and hears things that aren't really there. this makes it hard to tell what is real and what is not. his speech is a disorganized most of the time, but is understandable when given thought. he also has a stutter, which effects his speech greatly. elliot has had this problem his whole live, but it grew worse with age.
he often feels like he is being watched, or like someone is trying to do him harm, when in reality it's his mind playing tricks on him. he goes to therapy for his disorder, but only once a week. he's managed to give his parents the illusion he is managing with his disorder. it isn't difficult, seeing they aren't close. he does have an extra visit for speech therapy, as well.
elliot has medication for his schizophrenia, but he doesn't take it. he fears someone tampers with his pills in an attempt to hurt him. he claims that he's too smart for them and that it isn't going to be easy taking him out. every day he takes the amount of pills he's supposed to take and puts them in a plastic bag that he hides among his underwear. he then takes the baggie and dumps them in the toilet, flushing away the evidence on a weekly basis. he feels contrite, but he makes no action. elliot knows the pills are expensive, but he knows they will force him to take them for his sake. he's also positively convinced that they have been tampered with in a plot to do him harm.
elliot likes to use photography as an outlet. a picture is worth a thousand words, right? he began using the family's digital camera when he was nine and it stuck with him. he liked pictures, much more than he like words. for he twelfth birthday his parents bought him his own digital camera and it was his most prized possession. for his sixteenth birthday he got a professional quality camera. he was overjoyed and swears he valued that things more than his own life. you could imagine how awful it was when he smashed it after hallucinating that someone had turned into some kind of spy equipment while he was asleep. elliot hopes to get a new camera, but for now he uses a digital camera his parents had bought him. it was no where near as amazing as his professional camera, but it's all his parents could afford to buy him, especially when there was a chance he'd destroy it like his previous one.
recently, elliot's parents though they needed to step up his treatment. they care dearly for him and wants the best for him. they sent him to maybell's home for the insane.

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Alex Kisskotoway
Severe depression and bullimia-currently level 2
Alex sighed and walked through the doors leading to the rec room and easily sauntered in,saying a quick greeting to the people already in there. Bored already with the day, she decided to sit herself down on the floor and take a quick glance around. Everything seemedto be just it usually was, which was good; she wasn't too big on change. She hated the levels switching so often, but she was satisfied on the levell she was in now. She crossed her legs on the floor and began mindlessly picking at the carpet, hoping someone would pitch an idea on what to do to pass the time.

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--> Name:<--"Hi, my name is Dyaln Bertolli,which is short for nothing, because it'smy full name! I like my name and would never change it. Like, ever. I have no clue whatitmeans, but it doesn't seem like it should bother me. No offense to people who care, but why do you? Either way, I love my name, have no idea what it means,but quite frankly, I just genuinely don't care! What I do know is my nickname is Dyl or DB. I actually respond to some weird things. Someone called me senor Burrito and I responded. But the only thing I don't respond to is my last name. Weird, right?"
-->Age & Birthday<-- " I am 18, just turned recently, actually! yeah, I recently turned seventeen on February 5th. I'm so happy, being seventeen kinda sucked..."
-->Gender<-- "Are you serious! I'm a girl! No, I'm kidding, geez! I mean really you think I am a girl? Do I appear as a girl in any way? if you say yes I'll act like your nonexistent girlfriend and throw a huge temper tantrum because you know without a doubt anyone can be like a moody girl and I'm right on the edge. So in case you did not notice I am indeed a guy."
-->Sexual Orientation<-- "so far it's only the gals. Hit me up with your cell why don't cha?"
-->Girlfriend?<--"Nope. But if you know any hot girls who can jam out to hip hop, bring them to me! nah I'm just kidding, dancing is a bonus! Imean I don't want some arrogant moody brat as a girlfriend. maybe a chill, quiet, but optimistic girl would do me right.
-->Crush<--"Wow! What a loaded question. Well, I do, but you don't get to know who it is! What if you tell?!? here is a hint- i've seen her around.
On the Inside
-->Personality<-- Well Dylan could most definitely have a very fiesty attitude. Dylan can be a total jock, comments on a girl's appearance and will makesome form of remark, and when open it comes to girls and his opinions on them simply because he's quite confident He can get very in your face and is very defensive, but he's quiet and modest when you get toknow him. If you expect him to be a nice angel when you first meet him, you have to have him wrong. he is withouta doubt a bit of a smartass but it fades as you get toknow him. He can be a bit irritating a bit stubborn, which makes you want to punch him in the face sometimes. He can be viewedas immature sometimes and is kind of cocky.But there is a huge difference between him when you barely know him to being with him often. Hecomes off so rude, but he's truly actually a sweetheart. He cares a lot about his friends and inside is a huge turmoil of emotions. He gets scared easily, laughs, and loves to be himself and funny. he's a great friend to have once you get through the just met you stage. But given what he's got on the mental side. he gets violent, he gets mad, he throws punches, he kicks, he fights, he yells. he will insult you if he is in that mode and state of mind. he has extreme uncontrollable rage sometimes where it is best justto let him be. he's like a volcano. He's fine and then all of a sudden he explodes, leaving the remnants of heart scattered on the floor without a hint of regret.
-->Likes & Dislikes<--
"Hah, I love to dance, but considering you're asking "like" I like girls, video games, baseball, hockey, and pretty much sports in general. I like smoking I guess, but I don't like that I do it. So basically my dislikes are I dislike some of thethings I do, I don't like being insulted, being called a child, or being wrong. Oh, I hate being called out for stuff too!"
-->Habits<--
'i suppose a habit I have is smoking. When itgets to stressful or if I just feel like itsure I'll light a cigarette. I don't like that I do it, but by now it just doesn't matter. Another habit I have is cursing when I'm scared. People find it funny but I look like an idiot doing it. my only habit that doesn't annoyme is I like to play my guitar when I'm really down inthe dumps, ya know? But another habit I have is being kinda crazed. i swear to you, I don't mean it. I don't mean to hurt anyone, so sorry in advance"
-->Hobbies<--
"I don'thave one. I like boxing, but that is all"
-->Family<--
"my family is awesome. my parents are divorced but why do I need to care? That's their problem. Plus they act completely normal. They don't hit me or anything. But I mean it can get a little heated at home because I'm the only kid and sometimes they both argue over who I rightfully belong to. They each have differentlast names, but I kept Bertolli, my dad's because I kinda like my dad better."
-->the disorder<--
"Oh boy. it's called I think Intermittent explosive disorder. haha and the therapists thought I just hadanger issues. How wrong were they!?"
-->other<--
"I really don't think there is anything else you could possibly need to know about me. I'm not that interesting. I mean geez, lay off, will ya?"

[Goodbye guise.]

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Pyromania|Separation anxiety disorder|Night terror|Level 3
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Wɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴀʀ sᴛᴀɪɴs ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs
Fʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs sʜᴇ's ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ
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Fingers tapped on the pale legs of the black hear girl. Her eyes searching around the white room. She stood out like a swore thumb. Everything around her was white. The only thing that was a different color was her hair and her eyes. She'd give anything to see different colors in this room. But white was suppose to be calming, yet she didn't feel calm at all. The only sun light she received was when she went out side for an hour, daily she went out there, just for an hour before coming back inside and into her room she went. Of course there was a window in her room, but it was high up, unable for her to reach, they didn't want an escape to happen. She never sat on her bed, only to sleep. She tapped on her knee, the only comfort she provided for herself. There was a soft knock on the door, her head snapping up. "You should get out of the room, Come on, I'll take you to the rec room." The nurse said. Warren reconized the lady as Mrs. Marie, one of the nicer nurses they had. Warren was pretty close to the young lady, well she trusted her enough to take her medications and such, anyone else, she'd give problems. Warren nodded, standing up and glancing at the white outfit she was suited in, a sigh escaping her lips. She followed after the nurse, almost like a baby duckling following it's mother. Once safely in the rec room, the nurse left, Warren's eyes widening as she scurried off into the corner, like always. She didn't trust to be around people, the whole problem with her separation anxiety made her not want to make friends.

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Alex Kisskotoway
Severe depression and bullimia-currently level 2
Alex couldn't help but notice the girl scurrying towards the corner. Seeing as she barely knew anyone, she with great caution slowly came near the girl,but quickly stopped agianst the wall and sat back how she usually was-cross legged staring at the ground away from a lot of the people. Sometimes she wondered why she even came into this room if all she ever does is sit in the corner and be anti-socail. It kind made her want to punch a hole through the wall. But given the freedom of being at the lower levels kept the level of tension inside where it was meant to be: inside. She sighed once again, zoning out again. She turned to look atnthe girl in the corner, but didn't say anything. instead, she poked the girl's shoulder, but jumped back almost immediately. Some people here would punch her for that, so she jumped just a little as she did it. she waited for her to turn around, head lowered and eyes dark.

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Ash || Eighteen || Blind & Schizophrenia

With a small twitch of his hand, a small sigh slipped from Ash's lips. He heard a weird sound off to the side, but it was covered by steps. A tilt to his head, he leaned in towards the area where there were two girls. He dropped his leg from the chair, the voice, which he called Sora, seemed to be amused with the noise he heard. This, in turn, made him interested in what was creating the noise, so he placed his head towards the area it was made. "Hmm..." Was a noise he normally made when thinking. He wasn't sure wither to talk or to wait, but Sora seemed to think he should talk, while the other voices didn't care. He did what she wanted and smiled towards them, well, what he thought was towards them. "Hello...?" He mumbled lightly.

[Goodbye guise.]

Pyromania|Separation anxiety disorder|Night terror|Level 3
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Wɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴀʀ sᴛᴀɪɴs ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs
Fʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs sʜᴇ's ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ
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It wasn't even like she wanted to be this way. So..closed off to everyone around her. It was just hard, just being so scared to get so know someone because they could leave you at any time, it scared her to death. It wasn't a risk she was willing to take, at least not at this point in time. Though she probably wouldn't mind talking, just not getting attached. You could talk and not get to close to someone..right? She knew if anyone in the room ever tried to talk to her, well..she didn't know really, she guessed that she would talk back to the person, or people if she was lucky enough. So, you could say she was surprised, feeling a finger stab into her pale shoulder, then moments later a rather soft, or not really soft, a mumbled 'hello'. Her eyes still wide, the whites in her eyes seemed much larger then the dark brown part. She turned slowly, noticing the girl probably poked her, and then a boy on the other side of the room, he probably was the one to say hello. She looked hesitantly between the two. "Uh...Hi?" She asked, though it was rhetorical.

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Alex Kisskotoway
Severe depression and bullimia-currently level 2
Alex kind of staredfor amoment, tilting her head slightly and stared at Ash, someone she almost forgot was inthe room, too. "i don't know you,soI, uh, what is your name?" She whispered, not wanting to draw much attention. she didn't like people, but whileshe was here, she figured she really should be talikng to someone. The last part was slurred with nervousness.She relaxed a little, but still couldn't put her blue-green eyesin contact with the other girl's. So instead she sat patiently, hoping the girl would respond. Seeing as poking the girl did not seem like a reasonable thing to dobefore, she feltas if asking more and impatiently waiting for a response was not the right thing to do. if she didn'trespond,at least she knew she'd freaked a stranger out and she punish herself later for doingsomething that seemed reallyridiculous, but apologizingwould be weird. If shereacted too negatively, she'd apologiize and she knew that..