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STATUS: It adds a welcoming touch to the bedroom (for you and your roommate) whenever you enter or leave from/to the common area. 2 yrs ago
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It adds a welcoming touch to the bedroom (for you and your roommate) whenever you enter or leave from/to the common area.
2 yrs ago
What I like to do is start off w/ flattening one of the brown paper bags & make a doormat for the psyche ward bedroom. I color & tape it to the ground by the room exit/entrance.
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Items Needed: Crayons, Blank Paper, Brown Paper Bag, and Tape (Special Note: Ask the Charge Nurse politely for x-number of pre-torn tape pieces)
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Check Out Briza's New Pinterest Board! Decorating Your Psyche Ward Room 101
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gin a body catch a body
comin thro' the rye,
gin a body catch a body,
need a body cry?
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comin thro' the rye,
gin a body catch a body,
need a body cry?
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Jane listened to both Akuma and Shayre introduce themselves. She was not much of a social butterfly and introductions hardly meant much to her. She was ready to be third wheeled at any given time. In this situation, even, she anticipate the whole event partaking as a typical social ground. .
Her head was still slightly spinning from the lack of food, but her coherency skills were much better prior to being healed. Her leg felt much better. She could hardly grasp the concept that her leg was healed, "Fruit?" she questioned Shayre, confused what at what he meant. If there was food, she'd love to eat it, but the want behind the need was telling her not to partake until she knew it was safe. She wanted to live to see her friends on the other side, again, reluctantly so.
Did she really have a choice, though? If the fruit was dangerous she would die, but she felt as if her stomach was devouring itself. Would she live? Of course, with some water--she was really dehydrated as is. "Maybe just some liquid from the moss?" she spoke strugglingly, trying not to make herself sound too paranoid. She was not even sure if the water from the moss was safe. She had cleansed her former wound with it, however.
She brushed her dirty hair from her face, trying to get a better look at the three. She forced herself to stand up, holding her stomach with her right arm. God, she was hungry, starving. She could eat--she could eat a person, but that was far from anything she really wanted to do. She walked over to a tree, pulling not a fruit, but some moss from the tree. She unwillingly pressed it against her tiny, barely open lips and began sucking. She coolness trickled down her throat, filling her stomach to a bare delight. She pulled the moss away from her mouth, "It's very good," she half whispered into a laugh, "You should have some, Akuma, Luna, Shayre. ." she held it out, looking up at the tree at all the moss hanging, "A little grassy, but--" she paused, hesitating, finding herself making it out to be better than it was, "I think healthy," she tried to smile, but her smile was barely visible on her frowning lips. She had been holding a frown for so long, that her muscles for smiling had none other than weakened. Her body was not listening entirely to her mind, and knew this place was not one for smiles, despite Jane wanting it to be.
Her head was still slightly spinning from the lack of food, but her coherency skills were much better prior to being healed. Her leg felt much better. She could hardly grasp the concept that her leg was healed, "Fruit?" she questioned Shayre, confused what at what he meant. If there was food, she'd love to eat it, but the want behind the need was telling her not to partake until she knew it was safe. She wanted to live to see her friends on the other side, again, reluctantly so.
Did she really have a choice, though? If the fruit was dangerous she would die, but she felt as if her stomach was devouring itself. Would she live? Of course, with some water--she was really dehydrated as is. "Maybe just some liquid from the moss?" she spoke strugglingly, trying not to make herself sound too paranoid. She was not even sure if the water from the moss was safe. She had cleansed her former wound with it, however.
She brushed her dirty hair from her face, trying to get a better look at the three. She forced herself to stand up, holding her stomach with her right arm. God, she was hungry, starving. She could eat--she could eat a person, but that was far from anything she really wanted to do. She walked over to a tree, pulling not a fruit, but some moss from the tree. She unwillingly pressed it against her tiny, barely open lips and began sucking. She coolness trickled down her throat, filling her stomach to a bare delight. She pulled the moss away from her mouth, "It's very good," she half whispered into a laugh, "You should have some, Akuma, Luna, Shayre. ." she held it out, looking up at the tree at all the moss hanging, "A little grassy, but--" she paused, hesitating, finding herself making it out to be better than it was, "I think healthy," she tried to smile, but her smile was barely visible on her frowning lips. She had been holding a frown for so long, that her muscles for smiling had none other than weakened. Her body was not listening entirely to her mind, and knew this place was not one for smiles, despite Jane wanting it to be.
"Then, Alexi, help me measure out two and a half cups of all purpose flour for a start.."
The Prince looked around. How was he supposed to measure the flour? He liked the sound of flour, it reminded him of the homonym, flower. He wished to give Nadia a flower. . She was so beautiful and delicate, meh prettier than a flower. The beauty of the world was held in the surreal look of her eyes. .
No wonder she loved baking. Or maybe, he was forcing this into his head,
"Measure? With what...?" He questioned her, asking, trying it sound as polite as possible, but failed. He felt embarrassed, suddenly not knowing, yet again, around Nadia, what he was doing, his heart fluttered, trying to maintain a manly composure. He was desperate to impress her, but with these situations it seemed she was the only one doing the impressing. .
The Prince looked around. How was he supposed to measure the flour? He liked the sound of flour, it reminded him of the homonym, flower. He wished to give Nadia a flower. . She was so beautiful and delicate, meh prettier than a flower. The beauty of the world was held in the surreal look of her eyes. .
No wonder she loved baking. Or maybe, he was forcing this into his head,
"Measure? With what...?" He questioned her, asking, trying it sound as polite as possible, but failed. He felt embarrassed, suddenly not knowing, yet again, around Nadia, what he was doing, his heart fluttered, trying to maintain a manly composure. He was desperate to impress her, but with these situations it seemed she was the only one doing the impressing. .
"Thank you for registering for SpiritPilot Inc. We're sorry to bother you, but we need some of your personal information so that way you can help us make this a better game."
Real name: Jane Lowe
Age: 22
Gender: Female
What's your story: N/A ATM
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In Game~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Username: Rocket
Password: JLoathsome880733
Where's your character come from:
Character occupation: Blackout Peacekeeper
"We hope you enjoy SpiritPilot! Where you help us help you!"
Real name: Jane Lowe
Age: 22
Gender: Female
What's your story: N/A ATM
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In Game~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Username: Rocket
Password: JLoathsome880733
Where's your character come from:
Character occupation: Blackout Peacekeeper
"We hope you enjoy SpiritPilot! Where you help us help you!"
Should I submit a CS?
Shall I go ahead and post?
Of course, Aleksandr liked cookies. But, was not about to admit how much he loved them. He would love to make cookies, more than Nadia would know. Knowing the labor behind making cookies seemed so . . For a lack of a better word he thought to himself ominous. They could not be so that hard either, they were small little things. .
"I do like cookies," Aleksandr said, smiling down at Nadia, the best he could. The small girl had such soft hands. It was hard to believe she had been cooking for so long. He almost wanted to dare himself to do something to flirt with her, again, but he refrained. The alone time seemed so. . perfect he thought to himself.
There was no Erik, no Tear, no Father. . He found himself hoping cookies weren't too easy to make, so their time spent together cooking would be prolonged.
"I do like cookies," Aleksandr said, smiling down at Nadia, the best he could. The small girl had such soft hands. It was hard to believe she had been cooking for so long. He almost wanted to dare himself to do something to flirt with her, again, but he refrained. The alone time seemed so. . perfect he thought to himself.
There was no Erik, no Tear, no Father. . He found himself hoping cookies weren't too easy to make, so their time spent together cooking would be prolonged.
Aleksandr kept his composure. He was surprised Tear was leaving them. Was she really leaving them, alone? He tucked his hands in his pocket, not wanting to start what he had in the garden. He was skeptical, and still thinking uneasily about how he was acting. He normally wanted nothing to do with the girl, afraid to let his favorite secret seep through the seams of his mind or. . heart.
"Yes, Nadia, as you wish," his voice was stoic, trying to hold back the sheepish boy in him, and maybe even a grin. He had never baked before as he was a male, a potential heir to royalty--what need was he to cook? He could read books, however, and follow instructions. He found comfort in his knowledge of literature. Baking should not be so hard, should it? Perhaps on his skin, but so was combat. . he was a man, his hands could handle holding Nadia's, they should be well able to bake.
"Yes, Nadia, as you wish," his voice was stoic, trying to hold back the sheepish boy in him, and maybe even a grin. He had never baked before as he was a male, a potential heir to royalty--what need was he to cook? He could read books, however, and follow instructions. He found comfort in his knowledge of literature. Baking should not be so hard, should it? Perhaps on his skin, but so was combat. . he was a man, his hands could handle holding Nadia's, they should be well able to bake.
Aleksandr caught up to Nadia and Tear. He stammered a bit, hesitating before making any real reply, "I -- I just wanted to make sure you are okay," he smiled down at the small, pretty girl. She was too young and naive to have such a harsh punishment, "I know Tear is here, and this may be stepping out of line with Father, but..." He paused, letting out a deep breath. His inflated ego was falling as he spoke to Nadia like this, tenderly, sweet heartedly, "I do not think you will have trouble finding your hand in marriage."
His face was rosy from speaking to her in such a manner. Part of him wanted to lean down and give her a kiss or go on and continue in some buffoonery of praise, so folly he began to think, I would not mind having you as a wife... as rambunctious as you are.... He would not say that aloud. How dare he...
"I still would like to join you, if you would like."
His face was rosy from speaking to her in such a manner. Part of him wanted to lean down and give her a kiss or go on and continue in some buffoonery of praise, so folly he began to think, I would not mind having you as a wife... as rambunctious as you are.... He would not say that aloud. How dare he...
"I still would like to join you, if you would like."
Aleksandr's cheeks rosened. He was not expecting her to abruptly leave the table. The other siblings were too busy chatting to notice him redden. He quickly excused himself, pushing himself from the table. He wanted to be there for Nadia. He found that this was a silly thing to fight over. Just listen to father. . she had such soft hands, even for having been baking for over a month, now . .
"Excuse me, everyone. Lunch was delightful, as always," his voice was stoic as he gave a less than blessed thanks, but it sounded sincere, nonetheless. Aleksandr had given many Thank You's in situations that he deemed torturous.
He quickly walked after Nadia, calling her name, "Nadia, Tear," he said. He was nervous with Tear around Nadia, but she had been spying on them the whole time. He should loosen up around her. She seemed to be in the best interest of the children. . and perhaps, kingdom. Was he right to follow his father's orders so strictly? He pushed that thought from his mind. Right now, thinking more about Nadia's mental well-being.
"Excuse me, everyone. Lunch was delightful, as always," his voice was stoic as he gave a less than blessed thanks, but it sounded sincere, nonetheless. Aleksandr had given many Thank You's in situations that he deemed torturous.
He quickly walked after Nadia, calling her name, "Nadia, Tear," he said. He was nervous with Tear around Nadia, but she had been spying on them the whole time. He should loosen up around her. She seemed to be in the best interest of the children. . and perhaps, kingdom. Was he right to follow his father's orders so strictly? He pushed that thought from his mind. Right now, thinking more about Nadia's mental well-being.
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