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[~Erica~]

ΣRICA NICOLE JENSON
MPD || Erica / Zoe || Psychosis

Erica drew her knees up to her chest as he chuckled and started to talk. His laughter made her feel just a little bit stupid, and she glanced down at her knees in mild embarrassment. Then she simply looked away from him and scanned her eyes across the courtyard in a well practiced movement. It was, in a way a tiny show of faith in him, trust that he wouldn't suddenly go crazy while she wasn't looking. Maybe it wasn't much, but for her it was something.

As he explained further, understanding hit Erica- a hard smack in the brain- and she turned her attention back to him, now curious. A sincere smile lite her face up as he finished explaining, changing her entire countenance from a timid mousy look to one that made her seem like able, and pretty even. Then, realizing he might take her smile the wrong way, she stopped, though it still peeked out from the upturned edges of her mouth.

"Oh, you have DID don't you?" She exclaimed, surprisingly pleased that she could understand the problem. Perhaps she didn't understand everything related to what had caused his personality split, but the fact that she understood was enough. It meant he would probably understand her as well. "I have another person floating around in here too," she motioned to her head briefly, "her name is Zoe."

[coriander.]

Cᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ Kᴀʀᴛᴇʀ Mᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ

"split-personalities"

cameron || darwin || sylar

Darwin watched as the realization passed over her face, and then she became curious. He was shocked when she suddenly smiled, though. He realized that she wasn't some plain looking psycho-asylum freak. He shouldn't be trying to tease her or anything. She was actually kind of pretty. Cameron would probably look at her like she was some sort of goddess, he was so strange about girls. Then her smile disappeared mostly, although it still lurked a little. He couldn't help but raise a dark eyebrow, just a single one this time. He straightened his head, realizing it had still been tipped a little to the side.

The moment she spoke his eyes widened, the light hitting them and causing them to flash a pale silvery-white. He was shocked that, of all people to talk to, he had found another person like him... No. Like Cameron. Darwin had always been bitter about Cameron's disorder. Cameron was what Darwin called the "Original". The body was his. Everyone pitied him, everyone thought Darwin was pretty much demon spawn. Even Cameron's parents, the people that Darwin had come to love, the people that knew that Darwin was just another piece of their son, couldn't look Darwin in the eyes when they knew he was around. He felt slightly bitter towards Erica as well. She must be the Original, the way she talked about "another person floating around in here". Who knows. Maybe she'd be disgusted with him, too, for taking over this innocent kid's mind. "Cam and I call it MPD, actually, but yeah..." He had suddenly become reserved, avoiding looking her in the eyes.

[littleghosthunter]

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Carter stared off into the distance as how she acts really got to her. I drive everyone away, no one likes me.... God i'm horrible! She thought as she stood up walking over to a window. She rested a hand on a bar, that caged them in from escaping out a window. She stared out the window with longing, wishing she could be back out there. In a world surrounded by people who accepted her crap, and her. She wrapped her hand around the bar, her knuckles turning white, as she listened to the guards mock her. She accepted it though, she didn't want to be the one who scared everyone off. She wanted friends, but her temper didn't allow that. Taking a deep breath as they muttered freak, loner. so many words, harmful words to her. Just to mock her.

Just ignore them, they'll go away, Carter thought but knew how wrong her thoughts where. She leaned back against the wall sliding down it, until her butt touched the ground. She bit down on her lip, so she didn't lash out at them. raising her hands till her ears were covered, wishing that she were deaf so she didn't have to go threw this anymore. But it didn't matter. She closed her eyes rocking back and forth. As she began counting to herself.

[Ƥɛтαℓƨ]

>> Im guessing this is my interview to push me into this place whether I want to be here or not? Since I can't bomb it lets just start. My name is Anna I don't care what it means or why it was given to me, since I don't care you don't ask okay?



Good. When I was 5 my mother abandoned me. She left me to a horrible orphanage in my local off the map town of Nothing Arizona, that's actually the name of the town. Anyway the caretakers there need a new name they just put us in our beds and told us to sleep, we had no toys, the sheets were stained from years of use with who knows what and it smelled like a kid fell in puke and
laid in the sun.



I was fine for most of my life until I started hearing voices. They would yell at me "why would you do that?" "stupid." "You ruined everything." "why are you so ugly?" "Eww what are you?" I was constantly tortured by these voices until one day I had a breakdown. I started screaming and crying and just freaked out. I woke up and I was here. Basically I look like a 12 year old boy that wears makeup and never cuts his hair. "Im sorry if Im a waste of your time, and that I even bothered you. Uhm okay... yeah bye."



>> Anna has Anxiety Disorder, she tries to act cool but she can cry at the simplest of things and is always hearing voices in her head, they tell her people are staring and that makes her nervous, Try not to look at her.

[~Erica~]

ΣRICA NICOLE JENSON
MPD || Erica / Zoe || Psychosis

Erica could see the shock that passed over his face, and smiled again, pleased with herself once more. She crossed her legs and settled her hands in her lap, watching him attentively. Meeting someone like her was new and strange and she wasn't sure what to expect. Would he act similar to her? Or entirely different? Thousands of questions tumbled through her mind.

"Oh, sorry DID is the heading MPD comes under." She replied softly, wondering briefly if she had said something wrong. He wouldn't look in her eyes now and that made her uncertain. Twisting her fingers together she but her lip. Maybe not talking was a better idea, she couldn't seem to do it right anymore.

"So, um...why'd you come talk to me?" Not knowing what else to say to him, she asked that instead. It seemed safe. Hopefully he wouldn't take offense at that particular question. For some reason she didn't want to upset him, and that feeling came across as both strange and entire natural. He was...nice.

[coriander.]

Cᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ Kᴀʀᴛᴇʀ Mᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ

"split-personalities"

cameron || darwin || sylar

Darwin stayed silent for a moment, and then sighed. "I came to talk to you because I was really bored. Cameron usually is the one that wakes up in the morning, but for some reason I did today." He looked at her and seemed to examine her for a moment. "I wish he could talk to you right now, he'd probably like you a lot. Especially since you're like him." He chuckled lightly, although it was kind of empty. He was starting to feel a rare emotion for him--guilt. He felt bad for being himself, and he'd never felt that before.

"Do you hate her?" he suddenly asked, looking at her with a burning curiosity in his eyes. He wanted to know. He knew that Cameron didn't hate him. He knew that he and Cameron both hated Sylar for getting them stuck here. But he wanted to know if secretly, maybe Cameron might hate him. "Your other personality?"

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Coraline was the most sane person there. There was nothing wrong with her, Coraline was intelligent and usually sarcastic but sometimes happy. Oh wait, Coraline remembered while watching a guard take out a knife across the hall to cut a long rope hanging from the ceiling. She did have a problem, obsession with self-harm and suicide. Plus she was anorexic, that may have had to do with the food there, but mostly she hated eating. Once she thought about it it was a weird process, shoving random colored objects in your mouth, using your teeth to wear them down, then shoving them down your throat and into your stomach using various mouth muscles. But Coraline ate once in awhile, okay maybe 6 days out of an entire month, make that five, on forget it. Coralline was done counting. Staring longingly at the guard as he walked by briskly, she said in a voice that was crystal clear and filled with lust. "Give me the knife please." Coraline cringed as she slipped in a please at the end of that. Mentally kicking herself, she turned and raised an eyebrow at the guard. He looked angry, they were having this conversation smack dab in the middle of the court yard.

[~Erica~]

ΣRICA NICOLE JENSON
MPD || Erica / Zoe || Psychosis

Erica mouthed a small oh as he said he was simply bored, and nodded a bit. Some strange part of her that liked talking to Darwin had vaguely wondered what his reason had been, and hoped maybe it was more than boredom; but she cut that thought off quickly. It felt a different to be noticed and talked to in a way that made her feel human, and she liked that feeling. It wasn't the way most people spoke to her, as if she was a little child who couldn't hold a normal conversation. For once she didn't feel entirely humiliated and stupid.

"Really?" She murmured, turning his words over in her mind. No one had ever liked her as even a friend much less anything else. It surprised her more than anything else so far and it made her smile again, a happy look shinning in her brown eyes.

"Do you hate her? Your other personality?" His sudden questions startled Erica to the core, and the happy look faded. Her brows knit together as she thought about the question, he seemed to be truly curious and she wanted to give an honest answer. Her relationship with Zoe was, well, as complicated as a relationship with a second part of herself could be. It was strange to think her body housed two people, both very distinct beings, even if one wasn't the original. But it somehow felt natural, she needed Zoe, though she guessed the need probably didn't go both way. And yet...

She shook her head, "No. I don't hate her exactly. I- I don't really know how to describe what I feel. I mean she is a part of me in some strange way and there are times I really need her. She's very different from me though, stronger, but there isn't any love lost between us. It's just a practical relationship I guess." Erica pressed her lips together as she finished, a little embarrassed at talking so much, she wondered if what she said made any sense.

[coriander.]

Cᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ Kᴀʀᴛᴇʀ Mᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ

"split-personalities"

cameron || darwin || sylar

Darwin saw her smile out of the corner of his eyes, and it caused him to turn to look at her. She was nice. Probably one of the more sane people here. They were in the same situation, pretty much. It was nice to have a connection. "Yes, really. Haha, the poor kid has never had a real girlfriend, mostly because of me and Sylar, but I can see you being his type," he remarked, sounding like a mixture of serious and playfully joking. He smirked lightly, looking more like a smile, and listened to the rest of what she had to say. He noticed as she spoke that her smile had gone away and she seemed to be thinking rather deeply. It occurred to him that maybe she was even talking to this other person, like he often did with Cameron. His eyes flickered to the crowd of people gathering in the room, and back to her. She was his best bet for a conversation, definitely.

He considered everything she said and nodded lightly, turning his eerie gaze back onto her. "Yeah, Cam and I have a strange relationship. I think it's a little different than you and your other personality..." He picked at his nails a little, contemplating what to say next. "I guess we're just united against a common enemy. We're like brothers that can't really communicate, I guess." He chuckled lightly. "Have you ever tried talking to her through video logs? Or can you two, like..." He waved a hand next to his head and felt silly. He pursed his lips against a burst of laughter, keeping it from escaping. "When Cam's...here, I guess you could say, I can talk to him. But he can't talk to me right now. And neither of us can talk to Sylar..."

[underland.]

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male . 18 years young . single . the jokester . wes; wessie; alykx.
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Westlie awoke to the loud scream of a girl and blinked slightly. He looked up, groggily, at the guards. Leave her be, he wanted to scream. But, he held back the thought and moved to dress himself after the guard left him the minute he saw he was awake. The guards had learn to leave him be, if they hit him, he would rage and nearly kill anything in his sight. He knew why he was here, nobody else did. He was fine with that. He looked down at his faded Vans. He sighed as he walked out of his cell and into the hall and towards the courtyard. He never really felt safe indoors, and he had his reasons for that. He looked around at the others in the asylum and began to shrink himself into a nearby table. He saw other guys and girls. Some younger than him, and some older. He glanced at his hands and grazed them through his chocolate hair, with regret of what he did.

awake; lonely; single.