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1 March 2013, 10:48 PM   #1
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The playroom is full of lots of toys and books, all based off of nursery rhymes and fairy tales. There are no pens or pencils, but instead only crayons are used in case the children are feeling... violent. The playroom is the only room that isn't constantly monitered, the doctor's feel that some solitude may straighten them out.
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

1 March 2013, 11:21 PM   #2
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
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"There was a Man so Wise, He jumpt into A Bramble Bush, And scratcht out both his Eyes. And when he saw His Eyes were out," A small child with golden curls sat at a small, wooden table in an uncomfortable looking chair, coloring over a picture with crayons. She whispered her song, knowing that nobody else was in the room and if a doctor or nurse were to walk in, she'd instantly fall silent. She suddenly stopped singing and her head jerked backwards so that she could look over her shoulder, her grip around the crayon tightening to the point the wax cylinder broke into two pieces, and she tossed it into a pile with other broken crayons. When she saw that nobody was there, she turned back, retrieved a red crayon to color, and continued to sing. "His Eyes were out, And reason to Complain, He jumpt into a Quickset Hedge, And scratcht them in again."
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

1 March 2013, 11:48 PM   #3
Guest Poster
James walked in and looked around the room. It was eerily quiet. "Hello?" he said softly,
not wishing to disturb the quiet.

1 March 2013, 11:50 PM   #4
Pluto Richards
Joined: 12 Oct 2011
Posts: 431
OOC: Haha, um, sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if you could actually make a
profile for the kid in the Patient Log? ^.^'
Pluto Richards - Seventeen  photo
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1 March 2013, 11:54 PM   #5
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
Posts: 244
OOC: I did. I wasn't able to fit the entire giant thing in there, so I put it in my diary and linked you. You said it was accepted?
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

2 March 2013, 06:35 PM   #6
Pluto Richards
Joined: 12 Oct 2011
Posts: 431
OOC: Righty-oh.

BIC: 
Pluto stepped into the room, walking over to James. "Er... It seems that your lady-friend
is a wee bit confused. It might be helpful if you went and took her back her cell." She
gestured vaguely in the direction of the infirmary. "Oh, and... Any news of Grimm? I
haven't been in there lately." She blushed a bit and looked down.
Pluto Richards - Seventeen  photo
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2 March 2013, 06:47 PM   #7
Guest Poster
James turned around to see Pluto standing there, he raised an eyebrow as she blushed
slightly. "Um.. Uh thanks for the information.. Checking on Cinnamon probably should have
been my first course of action... As for Grimm well, he seems like he'll recover but
they're not certain. Do you know anything about what happened to him? The nurses are
considering poisoning as a likely cause..."

2 March 2013, 06:56 PM   #8
Pluto Richards
Joined: 12 Oct 2011
Posts: 431
Pluto stiffened, shaking her head. "Pahahaha. Nope. No, no idea what happened. Mystery.
We'll probably never know. Hahaha." She put on her best innocent expression, managing to
look like a surprised cow. "Well I'm off things to do places to see." She turned as all
but fled from the room, skidding around the corner in the direction of the Infirmary.
Pluto Richards - Seventeen  photo
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2 March 2013, 07:06 PM   #9
Guest Poster
"What a strange girl." James said to himself as he watched Pluto run out of the room
before simply walking out, like a normal person.

21 July 2013, 07:04 AM   #10
Joined: 9 Apr 2013
Posts: 235
Last edited by ‹ㅑJïNxㅜㅇNㅕ›, 21 July 2013
ooc skipping? Tsk tsk. Lls hello~! :L One of the perks of being new to a facility was the fact you weren't expected to know your way around. Here within the walls of this grand, multi-building, detail-less asylum was no different - With so many rooms, several faceless girls, and unrelenting similarities between the mold in this corner and the mold on the food here - finding your way around became the most challenging thing in Dr.Haste's day. The doctor had to be careful to smoke away from the girls but not exactly to far either. Because Heaven forbid one of those several nameless girls gets over powered with vengeful spite and attacks him. He wants his yells to be heard; and his body to be found within 1-2 days. So, the Doctor made sure not to be places where a guard wouldn't routinely pass nearby. Incase of that very thing. Haste assured himself that the faceless and nameless rag doll who skipped today's session would never show. So he took her hour appointment and allowed himself to take a smoke. There was a sense of irony when Haste easily slipped under the chains leading to the far off abandon children's ward. He always tell his patients that escaping their 'prisons' would only prologue their treatment here. But he was doing that very same thing now. Escaping. It looked like she was too. For only a second. Then it dawned on the Doctor that the chair's dust didn't match the amount of dust - from years of neglect- on the person didn't match. This wasn't some oversized Victorian doll. Not with that dingy blue dress, or mangled hair. It was just one of those faceless, nameless, hopeless girls. Haste raised a brow, and instantly realized he could care less about why she was here. He just wanted the girl out. Haste was sick of looking at her- them all the time. He needed a break. The doctor's eyebrows furrowed inward a bit and he spoke easily, "You might've gotten unnoticed if you would've thrown some dust on yourself." Said the male, and then his tone became a bit cold, "Don't make me call a guard to remove you. I'm not fond of those witless brutes." Said the doctor as he took a single cigarette and began to light it between his patient fingers.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

21 July 2013, 02:09 PM   #11
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
Posts: 244
ooc: short post, its REALLY early When the girl spoke, it was with the softest of tones as her head rolled to one side, allowing her cheek to rest upon one of her knees. It was although she hadn't spoken in a while - and she hadn't indeed - the asylum life had put her down to silence. 
"Ladybird ladybird fly away home
 Your house is on fire and your children are gone,
 All except one called Anne
 For she has crept under the frying pan."

 She let her knees fall from her chest so that she could continue to rock in the chair, looking over at the doctor as she lit up a tobacco stick. "Oh Mister Doctor Man, don't you know those will kill you, someday?" but was she talking about the cigarettes, or something else?
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

24 July 2013, 05:23 AM   #12
Joined: 9 Apr 2013
Posts: 235
Last edited by ‹ㅑJïNxㅜㅇNㅕ›, 24 July 2013
ooc: It's alright! lls Frankly, if the girl wanted to stay that bad, then the least she could do was be quiet. If a young lady didn't have anything worthwhile in her head, then she should never speak of it. That's what all these faceless, hopeless, listless, pointless little wenches had in common. They all didn't have the mindset of a lady- as they should've. The system has failed them. Now it was up to Dr. Haste to shake their distraught little heads until something truly worthwhile and beautiful arose out of the ashes. And This girl- looked absolutely miserable. Practically like all the others. She even rambled mindlessly. But.. Still- she was a bit different. Dr. Haste didn't care to know the girl's name so he didn't expend to much energy to place her in his mind, or bothered to ask. Plus he was asked a question. As a gentlemen he decided it was best to humor the girl instead of scold. The Doctor's lips parted smoothly, and pockets of grey fumes leaked from his lips and into the dusty air. The doctor leaned his back up against the flaking wall, and relaxed as he took a very long time to answer. "I'm glad you're aware of the dangers of smoking." Dr. Haste said not seeming to be glad at all. "You, as a young lady should never do it. And since I'm smoking near you- you practically are. Second hand smoke can cause several illness... And With your health and mental state already faulty..." The doctor paused, and then looked at the girl directly studying her for a brief moment. "I'd say, 'The bell tolls for thee.'" Dr. Haste went closer to the girl, as he blew more clouds of grey smoke effortlessly from the spaces between his lips. "I take it your going to make me find some keeper to strong arm you back into your quarters?"
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

24 July 2013, 09:24 PM   #13
Joined: 20 Feb 2013
Posts: 244
It had seemed for a moment that the poor girl had regained her sanity in the time that she stood and moved towards the doctor with pursed lips, the dress she wore seeming to make her float across the dusty ground, but when she was within several feet of him the curious 'o' shape of her mouth drew once again into a line, crooked at the ends - it seemed a smile had flashed across her features and as everybody knew this was quite the rare occurance. For once, when the girl spoke it was not with a nimble and puny voice but with one that she might have held long ago, with more power - more fear-inducing. The words dripped from her tongue and her cerulean eyes ran the length of the doctor, seeming to take in his face very last. "Doctor, I don't believe you've ever met another girl like I and I do not think that you ever shall after me. I come from the tribe of raw knuckled little girls who call our father by their first names and wear our mothers like bruise coloured war paint under eye. I grew thick skin before I grew permanent teeth," she ran her hand up his chest to rest against his chin, a motion one might see a loving couple do in the streets. Her eyes, though, did not read any sort of emotion other than hostility. "So do not think I do not know that you fear me - you should. Your cage is not stronger than my will or my smile. Do not think you are good enough to tame me. You aren’t. And do not think you are the first to try because I have already closed your eyes and crossed your arms before your body hit the floor. Be thankful that I know your name and be careful never to forget mine." And just as quickly as it had appeared, Rachelle's sanity slipped away and she turned, exiting into the hallway and making for the classroom, looking like a ghost until she disappeared once again.
Rachelle Eponine Asmosia Timorous Schizotypal | Fugue State | Selective Mutism | Insomnia | Night Terrors Astraphobia. Automysophobia. Hypnophobia. Mnemophobia. Oneirophobia. Pyrophobia. "You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining motherhood... is another one of your delusions."

25 July 2013, 12:59 AM   #14
Joined: 9 Apr 2013
Posts: 235
Last edited by ‹ㅑJïNxㅜㅇNㅕ›, 25 July 2013
ooc: awwwww... goodbyyeee ;A; 'Why not humor her, Elliot?' The doctor had thought to himself koi. 'She's bond to have something either mediocre or idiotic to say. Surely, worth a good laugh or two.' 'What's the harm?' Haha. Haha. Obviously, the doctor unknowingly triggered some unpractical defense within the girl. She was changing shape; along with growing a voice. This nameless, faceless, hellish girl was baring her fangs all because of... Well.. Seemingly..- Nothing at all. And at this point, was it so wrong to be a little frightened? As such, the doctor adverted his eyes, if only for a moment, to catch a glimpse out the window. No guard. Well fucks, maybe he might die. here. Of all the places in this facility. Here, seemed to be the most unfitting. It was crumbling down to shit, with broken mary-sue toys, decomposing letter blocks, and faded colors. She belonged here. Not him. Which is probably what she realized, then made her so upset. The girl seemed to have a type of monologue prepared for him. After realizing the words weren't all fruitless drool, the doctor forced himself to pay attention. Surprisingly, this rag doll was actually very eloquent compared to most. Maybe she wasn't hopeless? The Fear the doctor felt quickly turned into wandering curiosity when Elliot felt a small hand climb to his chest. Looking into her eyes he saw nothing but poison. The girl's words were just as toxic as cigarette smoke. Elliot's eyes were good at posing feign strength in situation like these. He almost seemed just as cold as her through all this. But his curtains didn't last long when the girl was against him. At this distance, his heart beat was undeniable. The fear returned almost instantly. She was so close. For no reason. And yet, just like a female, she was very tempting. "Be thankful that I know your name and be careful never to forget mine." She said. The Doctor looked at her more fondly now, Elliot's dark blue eyes looking over her flesh, and physical feature. He's seen the roster of all the girl's here at the asylum. Every single one. So he knew her. Just... Rachelle. But that's all he could remember. And now she was gone. wait- What? She- er- Rachelle. Was gone. Dr. Haste went to go check the adjacent hallway, but no luck. It was as if she disappeared. 'Good God, I need an aspirin.' 'Maybe an inhaler?'The Doc took in a few long breathes of much needed air, to calm himself. Then he took in some needed tobacco smoke, and then exhaled more smoke. The Toxins comfortably burned his throat. That girl was just unnerving. But whatever the case, at least she wasn't hopeless. The Doctor scribbled down a mental note to remember Rachelle's defensive quirks, and to be ready to strike her if need be. No girl, with any mental illness, should talk to a superior- male- with such bite. No. And Rachelle, will need to learn that.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor |||| 
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.

25 October 2013, 06:43 PM    #15
Holly-Berry Glacea/Dr. Devlin Butch
Joined: 21 Nov 2011
Posts: 922
Last edited by ‹<♬>Minnie♥Melody<♬>›, 25 October 2013
(OOC: It's been so long...! ;w; ) It's so dusty... The girl couldn't help but notice how deserted the musty, cluttered room seemed to be. It was a sad sight; broken toys littered the floor, and the faded paint that covered the cement walls was cracked, and peeling off. It had been a long time since she’d ventured out of her little cell. She hadn’t a clue as to how long she’d slept on that old, stiff cot. Had she even eaten? Had the nurses woke her to take the medication that she was prescribed? Perhaps they had sedated her purposely… forcing her into some sort of coma. She had no idea as to why she had slept for so long. All she really knew at that point was that she couldn’t seem to remember much of anything. Memories drifted through her mind, fragmented and random. Or perhaps they weren’t her own… perhaps these were memories of another tormented girl in the asylum. She couldn’t be sure. She wrapped her pale fingers around a small, red object lying on the ground. What was it? She furrowed her slender eyebrows in concentration, attempting to name the object. Some sort of coloring utensil… “Yes…” She mouthed the word without truly speaking it as she straightened her back, and moved her gaze to a relatively smooth section of the wall. Images of little flowers dancing across the blank space sprang into her head, making her lips twitch up into what she assumed to be a shaky smile. The memory was her own… she could tell. It warmed her chest, and she sighed pleasantly, humming gently to herself as she approached the wall, and began easing the dancing flowers from mind out, and onto the wall. The red color that appeared while she pressed the utensil to the wall traced their outlines, and glued them there forever. “Come they told me…” She sang the tune softly, airily under her breath as the flowers spun across the wall before her to the beat of her most beloved song. “Pa rum pum pum pum…
Holly Berry Glacea Holly || "The Lost Girl" || "Wendy" || Sixteen || Empath Dependent Personality Disorder, Genophobia, Pediophobia, Heterophobia "What is that horrible feeling in your chest? It hurts me so... won't you sing with me like the flowers do, and make it go away forever?"

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