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BCH
Jul 1, 2010 9:06:54 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Jul 1, 2010 9:06:54 GMT -5
BCH stands for Benton County Hospital, a psychiatric hospital in Washington. It is located a few miles outside of the edge of town and is surrounded by forest. The building is separated into 3 unconnected sections. Building 1 is the entrance building. It's small and it's only purpose is storing medical records and serving as a waiting room. Building 2 is where the more temporary patients stay, also repeat visitors. ( usually people who refuse to take meds once they leave BCH.) These patients Usually stay a couple of weeks but sometimes up to a couple of months. The rooms here aren't as home-like as the rooms in building 3 because the stay in building 2 is shorter. Most patients in this building are troubled or suicidal teens who cut, have eating disorders,mild depression, etc. There are many different types of therapies here intended to help patients get over their problem/s until they can once again live a normal everyday life. The longer you stay and the more well behaved you act can earn you privileges, while behaving badly can take away privileges. This building is not as guarded as building 3. Building 3 is for patients who are staying 6 or more months. This building is in most ways the same as building 2. The only differences are the people who stay here often have sever cases of schizophrenia, major depressive, bi-polar, split personalities, etc. And the building itself is meant to be comforting to the patients. It has many more lounges, t.v.s, comfy beds, and the food here is a little bit better. Building 3 is under high security. All around the buildings is a large campus. Going outside is an earned privilege and can be taken away. Patients can go outside anytime between 7am-9pm as long as a nurse is on watch. PS!!! I would HIGHLY suggest looking up the mental disorder/s your character has. And if they have more than one disorder, make sure the two (or more) disorders are connected to each other. Here is a list of mental disorders your character may have: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mental_disorders (look under 1.1) Here's a list of therapies that your character may attend: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychotherapy (look at section 6) PPS! You can rp a nurse, doctor, or therapist too!! PPPS!!! The patients wear uniforms. They're plain white baggy pants and a t-shirt. They look a lot like pajamas you would see in any other hospital. People who have been there for a long (about 2 months more or less) time are allowed to wear normal clothes as long as the are no drawstrings, shoelaces, lots of pockets, or anything they could hurt themselves with. Okay finally done XD feel free to post list or paragraph intros!!
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BCH
Jul 1, 2010 12:20:38 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Jul 1, 2010 12:20:38 GMT -5
ooc: here's an intro for my char. bic: Damien stood at the entrance. "What am I doing here?" he thought. He slowly stepped up the stairs and opened the door to the small building. Wrinkling his nose, he stepped up to the counter. He didn't expect The place smell like a hospital, but it did. You know, everything smells like cleaner and medicine and sick people? Yeah it was mostly the smell of hospitals that Damien didn't like. His eyes narrowed. He suddenly had a strong almost over-powering urge to curl up and cry right where he was. He felt so helpless and overwhelmed by how quickly shit had gone down. How long was he going to have to stay here? He was suddenly aware of how his heart was pounding. It was so loud. Could anyone else hear it? “Are you okay honey?” The lady at the front desk brought him back to the present with her question. “I'm fine.” Damien replied. “Okay then. Could I have your name hon?” She asked and turned to her computer. “Damien Steller.” He said as he played with the bottom of his shirt and looked around nervously. “And your Therapist's name is Dr. Herman?” The lady asked as she looked at his medical profile on the computer screen. “Yes.” Damien said with a quick nod. “Okay hon. We've been expecting you,” He didn't like how she said that. It was like she knew he was going to be coming long before even he knew. “Now just sit tight and a doctor will be taking you to your room in a few minutes.” Taking him to his room... It sounded so permanent the way she said it. He turned and sat on one of the uncomfortable chairs facing a T.V. He didn't know what was playing and wasn't really paying attention anyway. He was too busy worrying. Was he really supposed to be here? Perhaps Dr. Herman had made a mistake in his decision. Or maybe Damien had blown up his problems as he spoke to Dr. Herman during their sessions like he always did. Maybe he had just blown everything out of proportion and he was really fine. Maybe he had just been going through a phase and it wasn't permanent as he had thought it was. Damien began to panic as he realized that it may have been his own habit of blowing all of his problems out of proportion, that got him here in the first place. His breathing quickened just a little. Was he going to have a panic attack? He couldn't! That would probably make his visit longer! Damien could feel the tears begin to well up in his eyes. He jumped and let out a yelp as he felt a hand touch his shoulder. Damien looked up to see a man standing above him. He looked to be well into his forties. He had thin graying hair and a kind face. He looked down at Damien with concern, “It's okay, there's no need to panic. I'm here to help you.” The dodctor could tell Damien was beginning to panic. “Do you need something to calm you down?” He asked. “N-no. I think I'm okay.” He mumbled and took a couple of long deep breaths to help him calm down. The doctor nodded and led him out the back of the building onto the campus and walked with him two a building that looked much like the first one except bigger. They walked down a couple of hallways with doors on both sides and the doctor suddenly stopped. "Here's you room. Number 343. I'll leave you to get dressed in your uniform and get settled in. You'll meet your roommate later tonight. If you need anything you can call for me or a nurse on the intercom over near the light switch. My name is Dr. Nelson by the way" He said with a smile as He opened the door and let Damien in and shut it behind him.
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BCH
Jul 1, 2010 12:21:32 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Jul 1, 2010 12:21:32 GMT -5
ooc: I need someone to play his roommate! They would need to be a guy. lol no boy girl roommates XD
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tzara
Spirit
I think Mom passed out....
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BCH
Jul 1, 2010 21:58:31 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Jul 1, 2010 21:58:31 GMT -5
I HAVE SOMEONE! NOT TO FEAR! I shall continue.
It seemed like only a few minutes before the door was opening again. "Well, it seems you'll get your new friend early. Damien, meet Clovis." The person who stood weaving in the doorway looked up from his feet and gave a short, abrupt giggle, looking with wide, reddish eyes at Damien as he hobbled forward. "Clovis has severe paranoia and bipolar disorder. He's been here several times, but we just keep bringing him back..." Clovis leaned forward and grasped Damien's hands. Damien could smell a waft of something floral as the strawberry-blonde headed man, who couldn't have been more than twenty, pulled Damien out and up and kissed his knuckles. "Clovis." He said happily, and giggled again. "Don't kill me, okay?" "Uhh.....yeah, sure..." Damien replied. The doctor nodded. "You two play nice now." Then the door was closing and Damien was alone with the flowery man, who looked at him hungrily with a quivering smile. "You'll be my friend, won't you, Damien?" Clovis said in his high, boyish voice, nodding in affirmative, as if to convince himself AND Damien. "Yes, yes....friends..." "Uhh....I guess so..." Damien responded, trying to get his hands back. "Don't!" Clovis cried sharply, and Damien fell still. "I haven't gotten your prints yet..."
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BCH
Jul 1, 2010 22:16:15 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Jul 1, 2010 22:16:15 GMT -5
Damien didn't know what to make of the man standing in front of him staring at his hands as if he could see through them. He wasn't too fond of his smell though. It was very...feminine. Was he wearing perfume? He wrinkled his nose but stopped after a second. Clovis might freak out or something if he could tell that Damien didn't like the smell. "U-uh...prints? You mean...like, like fingerprints?" Damien kept getting tongue tied even though he wasn't talking that quickly. That always happened when he was nervous. Clovis was spacing out and Damien managed to loosen Clovis's grip on his hands just a little. "Hello?" he said trying to get Clovis's attention.
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tzara
Spirit
I think Mom passed out....
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BCH
Jul 2, 2010 11:08:15 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Jul 2, 2010 11:08:15 GMT -5
Suddenly Clovis gasped and withdrew his hands from Damien's. Damien let his hands drop to his knees, watching Clovis's expression. It was a mix of bemusement and worry, and just a hint of a nervous smile twitched his lips. "What.....are you doing here? Damien? I've never seen prints like yours before..."
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BCH
Jul 2, 2010 18:06:49 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Jul 2, 2010 18:06:49 GMT -5
Damien narrowed his eyes," What do you mean, what am I doing here? And what's wrong with my prints?" He looked at his hands. They looked like any other persons' hands. Maybe a little small for a guy's hands, but whatever. That wasn't weird was it? He wondered. Was there actually something wrong with his hands? He looked at Clovis nervously as he waited for him to explain.
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tzara
Spirit
I think Mom passed out....
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BCH
Jul 2, 2010 18:10:08 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Jul 2, 2010 18:10:08 GMT -5
Clovis glared. "What's wrong with you, Damien? What's the matter with your head?" Clovis poked Damien's forehead sharply with a narrow finger, its nail long and well-manicured. "Your prints say so little....so little.....It's like they aren't there at all. What is so wrong with you...." Clovis stepped back. "That your hands have no words to say to me? Everyone's do..."
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BCH
Jul 2, 2010 18:17:04 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Jul 2, 2010 18:17:04 GMT -5
Damien tensed up. There was something wrong with him. "I-is it really that weird? What do they say?" Damien asked. He was getting worried now. What was wrong with his hands?
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tzara
Spirit
I think Mom passed out....
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BCH
Jul 2, 2010 18:22:04 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Jul 2, 2010 18:22:04 GMT -5
Clovis sat down in front of Damien, cross-legged. "The hands tell me who you are, Damien. How gentle or rough you are when handling things. How you've wiped your tears. The hands tell me about your soul, Damien. Where you've been. Who you've been with. But your hands are silent. Totally....silent." Clovis put a finger to his lips and closed his eyes for emphasis.
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BCH
Jul 2, 2010 18:27:57 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Jul 2, 2010 18:27:57 GMT -5
Damien sat down too. He was a little creeped out but he was too worried to care. "They really say nothing? Is that bad?" he asked anxiously.
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tzara
Spirit
I think Mom passed out....
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BCH
Jul 2, 2010 18:28:45 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Jul 2, 2010 18:28:45 GMT -5
Clovis looked up at him with calculating eyes. "I can't say, Damien. I don't know you enough."
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BCH
Jul 2, 2010 18:34:47 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Jul 2, 2010 18:34:47 GMT -5
Before Damien could say anything else he heard the door open. It was the doctor. He looked down and smiled. "I see you two are getting along well. That's good! I just came to remind you two that dinner is in five minutes You should head on down. Clovis, show Damien where the cafeteria is." With that he shut the door and walked away. Clovis shot up like a bullet and leaned over with his hands on his knees. He gave Damien a huge twitchy grin, "Come on! Follow me.I'm starving!"
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tzara
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I think Mom passed out....
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BCH
Jul 2, 2010 18:40:08 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Jul 2, 2010 18:40:08 GMT -5
The cafeteria was enormous and stark-white. Damien wasn't really surprised at how spartan and clean it looked. This was a mental hospital, wasn't it? Clovis prattled on and on about how wonderfully delicous the food was-much better than 'the other place'. Damien didn't dare ask where the other place was. "Chicken alfredo, God bless us all and together, Amen!" Clovis gasped when he saw what was on the menu. "Is something wrong with it?" Damien asked. "Only that it is my one true food weakness." Clovis sighed, and looked up at Damien almost lovingly. "My little printless friend."
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BCH
Jul 2, 2010 18:51:05 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Jul 2, 2010 18:51:05 GMT -5
Damien decided to get the chicken alfredo too. And it tasted pretty good. It wasn't amazing, but it was much better than any hospital food he'd ever had. While he was eating he asked, "Do you know anyone here?" He looked over at Clovis. Damien actually wasn't to keen on talking to people but he felt it would be a good idea since he would probably have group with some of them. And he'd rather meet them before that.
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