Call Me Crazy? (Semi-Lit & Asylum RP)[Accepting]

[.:Adelaide:.]

Amy sighed and pulled away from Jay, knowing that they were scaring the girl to death. "Cheyenne," she began, her voice calm and soothing. She just about put her hand on Cheyenne's shoulder, but stopped herself before she did, knowing that the girl was blind and not wanting to scare her. "Jay and I, we want to get out as much as you do. Believe me. But the only way to do that is to get a pardon from Dr. Smiley or Jenny, and I hate to say it, but that never happens. I've been here for little over a year now, and some people even longer than me. I'm sorry, but it just doesn't happen. No one gets out." She was trying to be gentle, but there really wasn't an easy way to put it. She wanted out to see her mother more than she wanted anything else, but she knew she would be here until she died. That's just the way it worked. No one left this place, only entered it. Amy was silent for a minute before asking Cheyenne hesitantly, "Do uh,... Do you need a hug? No problem if you don't, it's just I'm a hugger and the last time I hugged someone randomly I got..." She glanced back at Jay awkwardly and rubbed her arm unconsciously. "I got hurt a little. So, that's why I'm asking this time."

[PapaRoachFan]

Cheyenne stepped back, hiding behind the doorframe. She heard the news and sank down the wall, feeling her faint thread to any reality fade. "N-no thank you." She said, not much of a people person. When she was still with her foster dad, he locked her in her windowless room and rarely was allowed to leave unless for food or bathroom needs. She pulled her knees to her chest, restin her head in her hands on her knees.

[Dovahkiin]

Madi came out from behind the tree. She was surprised Xylax had left her alone for so long. Yes, she had told him, but he didn't listen very often. She curled up on the ground, warm, and fell asleep.

[placidcoast]

.: Power Insane :.
Name: Cammi Grace Misty Preswel



Gender:Female

Age: 15

Crush:None.

Description: She has long blonde hair, and bright icy blue eyes, and she is a spitting image of her twin. She also has very light skin; it’s almost totally white. She is not the tallest, but is slender, and a little on the scrawny side; But that is only from sometimes not eating for days after....things...happen.

Power: She can feel all the emotions around her. If someone is extremely happy, it makes her happy to, and she cannot feel anything but that extreme joy, for no apparent reason at all. The intense emotions totally numb her. But, if someone is in pain, mental or physical, it affects her to, driving her slowly more insane by the minute. She cannot stand someone suffering, and when she is around them (people who are sad, or in pain) she becomes frantic trying to get away from them, but at the same time, her nature wants to stay near them and help. She is always torn in this situation, and usually finds herself at the point where she is curled in the fetal position, trying to hurt herself in some way to try and totally distract herself from the other persons pain.

How Long Have They Been Trapped:Two years, since her and her brothers parents were killed in a hit and run accident.

Asylum Sentence: Cammi was found gashing her arms with a broken piece of metal, a few hours after her parents death. She was in the hospital waiting room, and had found a broken fork in the cafeteria's garbage can, and proceeded to cut 7 deep, long, bloody gashed in her left arm, needing over 70 stitches. When she was released, to the care of her elderly aunt ; her only known living relative, she was found yet again, in the bathroom, curled up in a ball in the bath tub repeatedly smashing her head against the metal tap. She and her brother were sentenced to life in the Asylum.

Personality:Cammi is a kind hearted person, who loves animals. She loves her brother, but it is painful to be around him...Actually, physically painful. Her twin brother Edwin is all she has left in the world since her parents died and she will go to any cost to protect him.


History:
Cammi had a good life, parents who loved her, and a devoted twin brother. They lived on a quiet street and they knew all their neighbours. She went to a nice high school, and had several close friends. The only thing not idyllic about Cammi's life was that her power was slowly eating away at her. Every day she would feel less and less sane, and eventually started skipping school just to be away from all the emotions around her. Only her best friend Tara and her family knew of her power.


Fears:
Other people’s pain.
Her brother getting transferred to another Asylum.
Large construction vehicles

Other:
Nothing now.

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.:Insane:.
Name:Edwin Jackson Preswel



Gender: Male

Age: 15

Crush: None

Description:

Traumatic Event:
Their parents death, and seeing Cammi in pain after that.

Trigger:
Any type of distress from Cammi, or any talk of something happening to Cammi.

How Long Have They Been Trapped:2 years. Same as Cammi.

Asylum Sentence: When Cammi was found in the bathtub, Edwin was in the living room of their aunts house. As his aunt carried the bloody Cammi out, and to the car, Edwin attacked his aunt, thinking that she had hurt Cammi. He first grabbed Cammi and lay her on the couch, then tackled his aunt and beat her, then proceeded to tie her up and put her in the closet while he stole the car keys and drove Cammi to the hospital.

Personality:Edwin, before the event of his parents death, was still relatively neutral about everything. Nothing really struck him as exiting, scary, or happy. He was just… neutral. After his parents were killed, he retreated so far into his shell that he had to be coaxed, poked, prodded, and sometimes actually slapped, just to do basic things like respond to a yes or no question, or to eat. The only one who can actually have a coherent conversation with him is Cammi. She is all he has left.

History:
Same as Cammi

Fears:
Cammi getting hurt
Cammi going away
Cammi not loving him

Other: Edwin is almost obsessed with his sisters wellbeing. He goes even crazier if he sees her being hurt. Cammi is the only one who can bring him out of his shell, or, calm him down.

[~Erica~]

Jay

Jay winced slightly as Amy brought up their mishap with Smiley. He'd accidentally burned her arm, it had been a minor burn but still, he was upset with himself for hurting her even on accident. He hated his power, it was destructive and hard to control. The fire had a tendency to explode out of him at the worst of times. He glanced at Amy as Cheyenne stepped away. "Should we leave her alone or try to comfort her?" he asked her softly.

[Poison Reaper]

(i think so, but you'll have to ask Sijach)

Selenite

"Sure you call me Nite, that is my nick name after all. Who calls there kid Selenite? I'm named after a freaking rock! Honestly. So ya call me Nite, please." she replied with a wry grin. "Does there need to be another reason? But yes there is one, I'm blind but I can tell you exactly where everything is, and-" she paused and smirked at him- "What you're thinking, if it relates to me that is. For example a little while ago you were wondering how long it would take me to notice the fact that you're not wearing a shirt."

Chad gave a good laugh about the rock naming, and answered back within a grin. His eyes gleamed with laughter when she tools him that she could read mins or thoughts about her. "So I guess I have to watch my thoughts around you, eh? He said laughing. "Now, let me ask you this: is it always good to know peoples thoughts about you, or is it so so, or bad?"he asked

always good to know other peoples thoughts about you, or us us

[Todd.]

((do I need to make a girl?))

.: Power Insane :.
Name:
Lars West Müller

Gender:
Male
Age:
16
Crush:
Nope
Description:
His other eye under the leather patch is red and he can use it but he keeps it hidden because it is relationated to his power and it just drives him more crazy...
Power:
He can hear the 'dead'...basically he sees spiritis and can talk to them and all but lately he had actually been haunted by them.
How Long Have They Been Trapped:
Can he just arrive now?
Asylum Sentence:
Killed a series of people...about 3
Personality:
Lars is pretty much quiet and cold, he thinks that listening is better then acting at impulse. He will only talk when needed and be prepared, he is usually harsh to people that do any sort of mistake involving him. Although, he does have a sweet nature deep inside his soul, the thing is that he learned to keep it hidden, being sweet never helped him so he got into acting cold and indifferent.
History:
Lars had a normal life, he always had this strange colored eye that the docs said were some sort of genetic anomaly and him as well as his parents alway believed that until two years ago. Lars was 14 when he started 'seeing' ghosts and hearing them, he never told his parents until this images started to get more frequent and eventually got into talking to him and hurting him. When he was almost 16 he made his first kill but no one never found out.
After his birthday this ghosts came again and he made two more victims but this time the police found out and he was classified as a psychopath...   
Fears:
Mirrors, the ghosts he sees and dark places
Other:
Those spirits can also be called shadows...actually they're pretty much like demons and feed mostly of blood or souls, they can harm people seriously and they do so to Lars.

[~Erica~]

Selenite

Nite smiled slightly at his laughter, normaly she hated it when others laughed at her but his laughter set her in a good mood. "Well it depends a lot on where you are I suppose." She replied, surprised of how accepting he had been of her odd power. "Most of the times it can be pretty bad since I hear all the dirty comments boys think about me on streets, or mean things others think, but at other times it can be nice when someone thinks I'm pretty. It was my power though that landed me here..."

[Jericho]

(Waiting for ShadowStorm....how was your holidays everyone?)

[~Erica~]

(Well I got four lovely presents from the sun, one set of sunburned legs and a matching pair of arms. Lol. Living on a tropical island makes christmas odd. But its been fun. Waits for sijach too)