Could I possibly still join!? Pretty please? I'll make a guy character...
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
Hey Apple, I think Adam and Alice would be good friends. Adam wouldn't mind her knowing what his feelings are, because he's already used to people knowing his emotions.
I'm a JESUS FREAK!!!
Do you have any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?
The room is white. Or rather, it had once been. Now, the walls and floors are black-ish gray with ink and pencil markings. Step in closer. You realize that the markings are not random, they are musical notes. Thousands of staccatos, half noes, whole notes, sixteenths... every type you have every sen, all messily scrawled on treble or bass-clef bars, cover the floor. You look to the corner, and you see their maker. A young girl, in her early teens.She wears a beanie that nearly covers her eyes, but you can still see that they are bloodshot. She wears a long-sleeved sweater, but when she reaches to find more space to write, the sleeve lifts a bit. Her arm is white and red, mottled with scars. Scars in the shape of music.She looks up and sees you. She makes a muffled screaming noise, and begins writing madly. When all the remaining white space is covered, she starts on her arms, pressing so hard that she opens up unhealed, music-shaped scars. You sprint, away, away, trying to find a nurse.
Welcome to the life of Felicia Rose. A life that knows nothing but pain and music. Her brain has been dubbed "defective", and she herself, then, a "defect". But she is not alone.
(You don't have to write in the same tense I did. You can write from any perspective you want.I'm probably not going to stick with this one, it's probably just for my first post)
"Defect": None, she is a worker, well an intern, actually...
Appearance: Spoiler
Personality: She is very kind and caring. She allways helps people look on the bright side and is expecially helpful to new-comers. She kniws when to be serious, though, and hates to see people in pain.
Bio: She was born to a family that wanted nothing more for her than for her to become a lawyer. But she hated law, and thought it was too boring. So she follwed her own dreams and went to intern in this place. She is really nice and most of the kids like her.
Other: She does the whole tours and welcoming prosses thing. Up for love.
She plays piano and guitar.
Love is beautiful, but what would love be without life?
I was glad at the chance to work here. This was my third month here, it replaced normal high school. Good, because I would have failed out anywya. It wasn't that I was dumb, I was just to focused on my social life, helping people.
"Felica.... had some trouble again." A nurse says to me. I take out my clip board, make a note, and frown. It was only monday morning and already she was 'having trouble'.
"Go talk to her, it would be good practice." Another nurse says.
"She doesn't listen when you talk, you have to play something soothing..." I start to say, but as usual, no one listens when I have a good suggestion. I reach under a bunch of papers in my clipboard and take out blank music sheets I got for her. I allways had my secret store ready for her.
I walk into the room.
"Felicia?" I ask, slowly opening the door. She is scrawling things on her arm. I hand her the blank paper, she starts to write. I sit down at the piano I had someone bring into her room. My friend Robert had tuned it. I play a little part of a slow song She starts to write a little slower. I draw out the notes even more, she all but stops writing.
I keep playing as long as some improvised notes would come into my head, but eventually I do the finishing chords. As soon as I do she mutters some note names and again begins to write. I see a pattern of what I was just playing. I feel slightly honored.
I walk back out of the room. Felicia yawns. I smile.
I then head over to another room, to check on Adam. He allways seemed to be the most lonely, because he required the least supervision because his gift wasn't dangerous or compulsive or anything similar. I walk in, his eyes are light blue.
"Hi Adam." I say. I note his eye color on my clipboard.
"Oh, hey Mailyn." He says. You could say we were somewhat friends, because the older staff didn't really pay attention to him.
"How have you been doing?" I ask. His eyes flash grey a second, and then go back to light blue.
"Good, mostly, a little upset earlier, though." He says.
"Why?" I state my question cauciously.
"Oh, I just want to be outside a bit more."
"You know I do the best I can, but the most they will let you outside is an hour a week, but I am pushing for every other day." I tell him.
"That's nice." he replies. I swear his eyes flash yellow a minute.
Love is beautiful, but what would love be without life?
I yawned and rolled over, watching the new worker walk past. She hadn't touched me yet and I didn't want her to...
I noticed that she was heading for Felica's room. Don't tell me that she was freaking out again. I sighed and rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling.
"When do we get to go outside again?" I asked absently.
I held up my hands and stared at them... They had caused so much trouble...
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
Scarlett, your choice, you can move around or just stay in your rooms. Up to you. If you have a very severe "defect", like Felicia, you'd probably stay in you room most of the time. Also, to everyone, I made a DT for further questions/comments.
I walked slowly through the bleached white halls, a few of the dull dressed workers were already up, rushing into individual rooms handing out equipment and drinks to the "patients". I could see their aruas flickering above their head, red, yellow, green...
Closing my eyes slightly I tried to block out anymore of the flickering lights before their personalities pushed through. I hated seeing peoples personalities. Seeing their actual being and what they are really capable of.
I began to walk quickly my heart racing. I could hear voices coming after me, but they weren't calling out for me. I turned quickly to see someone standing in the hallway. A white ghostly form bopped above their heads.
The ghost figure grinned stretching its arms out towards me, I felt a wave of relief come over me. It wasn't tainted with evil or hate, no it looked clean it looked friendly. "Alice?" A voice behind me cooed, "What are you doing up so early!"
"Alice?" I asked, walking up to her, "What are you doing up so early?" She usually slept in. It was odd she was up so early. I eye one of the ugly white coats the other workers wear out of the corner of my eye. Thank god I was a intern and could wear my normal clotes.
"Just walking around, I don't really have much else to do." She says.
"Hows Adam?" She asks. They were close friends, because they both dealt with display of emotions. They had been friends since the first day they met each other.
"Oh, good. Light Blue, today." I say, she knows what I mean.
"But he wants to be outside?"
"Don't you all? Don't worry though, I have been working towards getting you all some more free time. I think Mr. Boss Man is about to crack." That was how I refered to the owner of the asylum, who's real name was Doctor Wright.
Alice laughs a little, "Too bad he's never met any of us." She said. It was true, Mr. Boss Man never spoke to the kids, he was afaid of most of them.
"I'd like to intorduce him to Felicia sometime." I say.
Love is beautiful, but what would love be without life?
Adam watched Mailyn leave, she was so nice, she really did all she could to help. He pushed Stitch, his dog, off his lap and walked out of his room; Stitch followed close behind. Adam walked a little ways down the hallway and then stopped in front of a door.
"I guess this will work," he mumbled to himself. This was Adam's fourth day at the reform center, and he was determined to make a friend. He'd already met Alice, and she was great, but he had a goal to make as many friends as he could. The goal would be hard, Adam didn't have very good conversation skills, he had lived in the middle of no where, so the only people he had to talk to was his sister, two brothers, and parents.
"Maybe I'll try tomorrow," he said turning around. But Stitch guarded his path. "Ok, Ok," he said as he sighed and turned back to face the door. His strategy was to walk up to a random door and talk to the person inside, hoping to make friends.
Adam peeked through the door and saw a girl with a cowgirl hat, sitting on her bed. He walked over and sat beside her.
"Hey there," he said. The girl glanced at him to show that she acknowledged him, but didn't reply. Adam gulped, what was he suppose to say next? What did people talk about? With Alice it just came to him naturally. Maybe I should start out with my name, he thought.
"I'm Adam," he said forcing a smile.
"Lydia," The girl mumbled from under her hat.
Well at least she said something, he thought, but she still left me to start a topic.
"So why are you here," Adam asked, hoping to start a conversation. Lydia looked up and stared at him, but didn't answer. Adam wanted to smack his forehead, Oh man, now I've gone and offended her, he thought with despair.
"I'm sorry," he said, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
She looked at him as if she was trying to decide if she wanted to tell him or not. Adam wanted to tell her that he wouldn't think that she's a freak, he knew what that felt like, but he didn't, he would let her decide with out his help.
Finally She sighed and said, "I freak out when I see death or gory scenes" Adam nodded, he didn't like those types of movies either, so what was the big deal?
Seeing Adam's puzzled expression, Lydia continued, "No, I mean I really freak out." Then in a whisper, that was barely audible, she added. "Actually I've killed someone."
After hearing the last part, Adam's eyes turned white with fright. Adam didn't want to be afraid, he wanted to tell Lydia that he didn't care, but he couldn't. Because of his 'over-emotionalness' he was terrified.
Adam gulped, "Just...just give me a moment," he stuttered. He needed a minute to chill out. He took off his sunglasses and hid his face in his hands to block out everything around him, so that he could think.
Curse my stupid emotions, he thought bitterly. Coward, he called himself
He began to breath deeply, and tried not to think of the girl sitting next to him as a murderer. Sure she's killed someone; but how many times have you cracked some body's ribs or broken some one's leg while having one of your 'anger attacks'? he asked himself. Finally he felt himself relax and he looked up at Lydia, she was watching him with uncertainty. Adam took a deep breath and his eyes turned back to their original color, brown.
Lydia gasped, "Did your eyes just...?"
Adam nodded. "Yeah," He said quickly putting his sunglasses back on. "Sorry if I scared you. Actually that's why I'm here." Lydia peered at him, they put you in a reform center because you eyes change color?, her eyes seemed to say. "Well apparently I'm also over emotional," he added. She just nodded, and they fell into unto another awkward pause.
Finally Adam stood up and said, "Well I'll see you around then."
"See ya," Lydia replied. Adam walked out the door.
I'm a JESUS FREAK!!!
Do you have any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?
Riddic: I rolled out of bed and hit the floor, my usual waking up. Throwing on some fresh clothes I walked out the door. "Mailyn," I nodded at her as she brisked past me. She just smiled and waved her clipboard at me. I went around one of the halls, heading to the sort of living room area. I saw Adam walking down the hall with his head low. " Adam, what's wrong bud?" He just shrugged and kept his head low, I sighed. "Let me see your eyes," I pressed. Knowing I wouldn't give up, he raised his head. They were a dark blue. "Awww." " Yeah, aw," he mumbled. I racked my brain for a quick solution. " Wanna come to the lounge with me," I nudged his arm," we could play a card game. Or some Scrabble." " I hate Scrabble," he laughed. " I know," I mumbled while grabbing his wrist," now let's go." He flinched away from my touch but didn't resist when I ran, pulling him with me. Reyna: " Guys, please," I hissed at the two new being I accidentally conjured up this morning: two talking muffin-don't ask-. " Cut it out I'm trying to watch Invader Zim." A thick fog formed at my feet, that meant Bogger was close-one of my first-, an evil little bugger he was. I sighed and tried to focus on the tele. " Hey, Rey," a voice called from behind," didn't know you were up." I turned to see Riddic with Adam close in tow. " Yes you did," I teased Riddic," morning Adam." He nodded towards me and took up space in the recliner. " What's for breakfast," Riddic asked, plopping down in a green beanbag. " Waffels, biscuts, and bacon," I reached over and layed a hand on his arm and laughed. "What's got you so hyped up?" He just shrugged and turned towards the tv. " He's always at least 85°," Adam laughed. I guess he was right. "Anything interesting happened?" " I heard Lydia had a episode," Adam said in a hushed voice. " No way! Poor thing! Just breaks my heart hearing that." He nodded and Bogger danced into my vision. " Go away!" The guys looked my way but I just shook my head. " Go away." " Not you," I sighed. It's too early for this.
