tzara
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I think Mom passed out....
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Jul 13, 2010 20:48:14 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Jul 13, 2010 20:48:14 GMT -5
Clovis smiled. "Think of the most random thing you can, something off-kilter and creepy, and write it with the letters."
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Aug 28, 2010 17:24:07 GMT -5
Post by zoe on Aug 28, 2010 17:24:07 GMT -5
Sorry if it's late, but can I join?
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Vira
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You should clean under your bed, it's messy down here.
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Oct 5, 2010 18:35:05 GMT -5
Post by Vira on Oct 5, 2010 18:35:05 GMT -5
I have a character!
As Damien looked at the many lettered pieces, he saw a small girl coming his way. She kept glancing over her shoulder like someone might be following her. When she reached them, she looked up. "Could I join you?" Her voice was strangely musical sounding. She had long black hair and wore sunglasses so he couldn't see her eyes. Clovis smiled his strange smile. "Of course you can." She nodded and sat down on the floor near them. "So," she asked, looking at Damien. "What's wrong with you?" Damien looked at Clovis. Clovis kept smiling at her and said, "I think you should tell him about yourself first, Ezie." She sighed. "My name is Esmerelda, I go by Ezie. I'm 16 and supposedly I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia paranoia."
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tzara
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Oct 24, 2010 9:02:35 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Oct 24, 2010 9:02:35 GMT -5
"I think she just likes thinking people are after her." Clovis sang under his breath to himself as he wrote 'They are coming' in Scrabble letters on the floor neatly. He received a muttered "Hush," from Damien and a glower from Ezie.
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Vira
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Nov 2, 2010 18:16:42 GMT -5
Post by Vira on Nov 2, 2010 18:16:42 GMT -5
"I do not 'just like to think' people are after me! I know for a fact that something is after me! You just don't see them yet..." She muttered something else under her breath that sounded like a "but I do."
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tzara
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Nov 2, 2010 19:33:51 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Nov 2, 2010 19:33:51 GMT -5
Clovis sweetly responded, "I see them. I seem them all, up there in that sweet little head of yours."
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Vira
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Nov 8, 2010 21:05:53 GMT -5
Post by Vira on Nov 8, 2010 21:05:53 GMT -5
"Yah, but you don't see them behind the wall. And he," she pointed at me, "never sees them."
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tzara
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Nov 11, 2010 16:25:55 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Nov 11, 2010 16:25:55 GMT -5
Clovis rolled his eyes. "Them in the walls, she says. Them in the walls. The rats, the bugs, the surveillance cameras. Them in the walls, angels, them in the walls...'
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Vira
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Nov 18, 2010 19:14:46 GMT -5
Post by Vira on Nov 18, 2010 19:14:46 GMT -5
"Them in the walls, the crying angels, them in the walls, the spying animals, them in the walls..."
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Vira
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Nov 18, 2010 19:15:04 GMT -5
Post by Vira on Nov 18, 2010 19:15:04 GMT -5
She rocked back and forth as she said these things.
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Nov 19, 2010 19:54:18 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Nov 19, 2010 19:54:18 GMT -5
Damien sat awkwardly between the two as they had their...episode. He didn't really know what to do. He started to sweat a little. That always happened when he got nervous. He picked at the edge of the scrabble board for a minute and he finally got up the courage to start a conversation, or at least try to. "Uh...Hi. I'm Damien. I'm here because I told my therapist about thoughts of suicide and stuff. I was really considering it and he recommended I get help before it's too late." Damien sat looking at the floor as he waited for someone else to speak.
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Nov 19, 2010 20:23:52 GMT -5
Post by Vira on Nov 19, 2010 20:23:52 GMT -5
Clovis and Essie stopped talking and looked at him. "Suicide?" Ezzie asked. "Haven't we all been there? I thought about it for years, but decided against it.
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Nov 20, 2010 13:58:26 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Nov 20, 2010 13:58:26 GMT -5
"I would think so, but I was also self harming and doing bad in school and social life and stuff. I had been trying to self medicate with pills and other stuff too. My therapist thought it would help me get my life on track to come here and get regulated with some sort of medication...." He trailed off after he realized how slowly he was talking. He rarely talked this much, it was difficult to find words to use.
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Nov 20, 2010 14:27:02 GMT -5
Post by cyra on Nov 20, 2010 14:27:02 GMT -5
ooc: Time for a new character!!! He's like my favorite ever but I've never rpd with him. D:
bic: Tristan sat in the office for what seemed the 100th time. He looked around. The walls and ceiling were white. The tiles where white and blue. There wasn't much in the room, no counters or cabinets or anything. The doctors didn't trust the psycho patients. He was sitting on a cushy examining table. They keep bringing you back! It's a trap. Your parents are in on it, they brought you back! Tristan stared ahead, trying not to pay attention to the voices nagging at him. You never listen to us! Stupid! You're stupid! He pulled his hand through his short, curly, unkempt blond hair as he tried to calm himself down. Just then the nurse walked in. "Hey Tristan." She said cheerily. He simply stared up at her with a blank face. "Your mother tells me you threw your medication out the window?" He looked down. They told him too. They said it was poison. He didn't say this out loud though. "This is your second visit in two months. You know you have to take your medication Tristan. Even if you feel better and even if your having an episode..." He looked back up at her and her face changed. Every couple of seconds a creepy, devilish smile creeped onto her face and then disappeared again. She knows! Don't trust her! Don't listen to her! He couldn't really pick out what they were saying anymore. Shadows started to creep into the room, making it look darker. "...Tristan?" The nurse's voice was distorted...deep and menacing. That smile was being replaced by a terrible frown. "TRISTAN!" He jolted as the nurse snapped at him and clapped her hands infront of his face. The hallucinations went away. "Tristan were you hallucinating?" He stared at her for a moment and nodded his head slowly. "Ok, it's good that you told me. It really is good, you usually never tell me. Your room this time is 340. And we're upping your dosage, I think your medication is getting weaker." She led him out to his room and told him she would check up on him in an hour or so.
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tzara
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Nov 20, 2010 17:38:52 GMT -5
Post by tzara on Nov 20, 2010 17:38:52 GMT -5
As Tristan made his way to his room, Clovis was tiring of the conversation. He sighed heavily as Ezzie and Damien connected, rearranging his scrabble pieces into "Pie is magnificent" before he rose and stalked away, unnoticed.
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