Welcome to Insanity|Mental Hospital|OPEN

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Jake saw the two stunned girls and he let outa light chuckle. He walked closer to them stopping not too far away, and leaned against the wall "Why hello there!" He smiled again and crossed his arms over his chest. "geex, I'm not a killer! Calm down!" His 'quiet yelling' echoed throughout the room. "Warren...isn't that a boy's name?" He delayed answering the questions to critiscize "Wow the other two don't even introduce themselves! How rude are you guys?" he put his head up higher and said "I am sir Rauchman the third.No, Dr Sir Rauchman the third. Nah, I'm just kidding! Dylan's the name," her voice was quiet and the blonde one didn't talk. he took a second to go over what he said, but still just did not care. he always spoke his mind, and he didn't really insult anyone, yet. Yet.

[Goodbye guise.]

Pyromania|Separation anxiety disorder|Night terror|Level 3
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Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ
Wɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴀʀ sᴛᴀɪɴs ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs
Fʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs sʜᴇ's ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ
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Warren having a bit of a conflict with herself. She couldn't really tell if the boy was actually cocky on purpose or if he was just pretending. It was hard to tell people, just with Alex, she knew. She could easily tell problems like that, physical ones, but emotional or mental ones, she wasn't so good at. Like Warren had no clue that Alex was depressed or that Ash was schizophrenic. So she wasn't the best at telling a person's personality. Upon what he said next, made her wince away. See, Dylan knew what he was talking about. Warren was a stupid boys name! It was no name for a girl, stupid parents, stupid beliefs. Feeling a bit confidante, she glared at the boy. "You leave them alone." She snapped, not sure where that came from. She might not really consider these two as her friends, but they were nice enough, Dylan was being pretty rude, and there was no real reason for it!

[This]

Male
Schizophrenia, Anxiety, Depression

Mattie sat at one of the many chairs, alone. He usually sat alone. Contact made the voices control his words. He would speak for them, and now they were surfacing. "Why would you do that?" Josh asked, and soon Henry followed with, "You are disturbing everybody in this room!" Mattie stood up from his chair and turned to Dylan. "Who do you think you are?" Sam asked, pushing Mattie forward. Mattie stumbled forward towards Dylan, but mumbled a "Stop it." Mattie snapped his head to look at the Henry only he could see. "Are you serious Matthias? Teach him a lesson." Sam pushed Mattie toward Dylan again and Mattie stumbled forward, then fell. "Stop it. He didn't mean it like that, guys."

[compulsive]

{ aw, thank you. c: }

elliot jayling royce → schizophrenia → level three

Elliot glanced around the room, nervous. He could hear two voices that seemed to belong to grown men. They were talking about a scheme to harm him, kill him even. They've tampered with his pills, making a compound of poisons that will slow down his body until it just stopped. "I-I-I knew i-it!" Elliot shouted, stuttering badly as usual. He had suspected that, which is why he refused to take his medication. He'd put up a front and pretend he was taking them so they wouldn't be forced down his mouth. That was what happened when he first protested. They don't listen to him; they think he's crazy. Elliot didn't think he was crazy, just different than everyone else. Of course, his pills weren't really being tampered with. Those men weren't real and those voice were just in his head. It's all in his head.
Elliot sat on his bed, the metal frame creaking loudly underneath his weight. "S-s-smart t-too for t-them." He muttered under his breath, so the two men couldn't hear him. The young man reached under and patted the underside of the bed, searching for the pills he stashed. He kept them there, hidden from the employees. It must be a good hiding spot because they've never found the pills. Every once in a while, Elliot flushes them down the toilet. He stuffs the cloth filled with the small tablets in his pants. When he uses the bathroom he always finds a way to distract anyone who's watching. Elliot may be crazy, but he's a smart boy.

[pumpkin.]

Sorry, I went horseback riding. Recap? }

[Goodbye guise.]

--Nothing much happened. Well, other then Matthias confront Dylan,[everyone is in the rec room], but other then that, everyone has just been getting to know each other.--


Pyromania|Separation anxiety disorder|Night terror|Level 3
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Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ
Wɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴀʀ sᴛᴀɪɴs ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs
Fʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs sʜᴇ's ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ
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Warren had blinked, where did he come from. The new boy, who was talking, but it seemed to Warren that he wasn't only talking for himself, but others, maybe in his mind. She chewed her bottom lip. Did that mean he was a schizo? Not to be rude, Warren wasn't a rude person, not really though. She might get a little too over protective, but she never meant to be rude, nothing she ever did seemed to be intention. She looked at the boy, she guessed his name was Matthias, since the boy said it, or someone in the boy's mind was named Matthias. She looked at Ash and Alex, she had no clue what to do, she didn't want anything to happen. Worry filled her body, oh god!





Schizophrenia|Level 3
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Hᴏʟʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴡ
Sᴇᴇ I'ᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Aɴᴅ ɴᴏ ʀɪᴠᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏ ʟᴀᴋᴇs ᴄᴀɴ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀᴋᴇs, I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ sᴍᴏᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ
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Nathan was the boy's name, but most just called him Nate. Even with his slight mind problem, he was still probably the nicest guy in the world. It seemed the boy didn't have a negative bone in his body, just all around happy. Sure, he got frustrated with the voices, but he never stayed mad long. He had one voice that stood out the most, his name was Mitch. Now Nathan could actually see Mitch, like he was real. Mitch was a tall guy, black shaggy hair that covered his eyes, the boy that was suppose to Mitch had pale skin, much like a ghost. You could catch Nate talking to Mitch a lot, especially when Nate feels like he was alone. Oh course Mitch told him to do many bad things, but he did his best to not do them, no matter how much Mitch pushed at him.
Right now though, he was heading back to his room, after his morning was consumed with a one on one with on the the doctors then he went outside. He always did that, it was like a ritual. Go speak with the therapist then go outside and think over what you said or what you didn't say, of course Mitch came along too, outside was the worst for Nathan. Mitch mostly told Nate to kill himself, a lot more now since he was put in this place. It was a mystery why he wasn't put on level four instead of level three, but Nate didn't complain, at least he had a roommate, who he was meeting today, right about now actually.

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Dylan put his hand up but still gave a smirk "Fight me all you want" His tone was challenging. he literally loved to fight. His rage was part of the reason he was here. Not that he could control it, but he could predict it would come. He turned to mattie "Watcha doin here?" He turned suddenly bitter, and a fire grew in his eyes, fists clenched.he could feel the anger rising "And excuse me!? Was I talking to you?" The voice was snappy and aggressive, and his eyes went back to the two he taunted earlier. "No introduction still. Wow," he huffed aggressively. "And I think I'm Dylan. You are?" His voice was quick and angry

[Goodbye guise.]

Pyromania|Separation anxiety disorder|Night terror|Level 3
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Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ
Wɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴀʀ sᴛᴀɪɴs ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs
Fʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs sʜᴇ's ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ
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Warren didn't want to be here if a fight broke out. This was why she stayed in her room. Dylan was the reason she was sacred to come out. People like Dylan scared the daylight out of her, she could never tell their next action, if they were going to fight or just leave everyone alone. Warren was sure he was a nice guy, if you could get past all that cockiness, he probably was very nice. But right about now, it seemed like no one was taking a liking to him. "D-Don't fight! You guys are gonna be put in level 5!" She told them, this place didn't really take too well with fighting, and if you did fight, it landed a day or two in level 5, no one wants that now do they?

[thingsthatdontexist]

Alex took a step back, but couldn't step back any farther or she would have. Fury was inher eyes and stared with nervous eyes She opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't find the words. This was not supposed to happen. It really wasn't. She looked at Warren and kept a shaking hand behingher back as she was leaning on it. "Oh god," She whispered. She couldn't run now. Just see what happens. And wishing nothing actually goes wrong. She looked at the guy, whoshe assumed was named Matthias, but was kinda befuttled at what he was doing.she thought she knew, but to her it was rude to assume."y-yeahno one wants to be in level 5..do they?"

[Panik]

Ash || Eighteen || Blind & Schizophrenia

A chuckle came from Ash when he waited to see what would happen to those who were arguing. His hand pushed of the wall and he pivoted on his heels, turning to Dylan. "That's not very nice." He chuckled again, while listening to Sora he agreed with her, which made him speak out loud. "You sure like attention, but its not needed." He took a few steps towards him, is hand out stretched so he wouldn't trip or bump into anyone. "My name is Ash." He mumbled and stopped, his hands moving to his back as he stood. Too much has happened that day, so he mentally sighed along with Sora. He outstretched his hand once more towards Dylan, as to shake the boys hand, as if to be friends, although he knew himself he wanted friends with anyone there.