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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.
2 yrs ago
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?
さようなら
comin thro' the rye,
gin a body catch a body,
need a body cry?
さようなら
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I think I'm throwing my hat in on this RP.
Name: Fyodora Senka
Age: 26
Nickname: "Fyo"
Race: Human
Trademark Weapon: An Electricus Pistol, .22 mm CRINIS-Electric Bullets, which are bullets that send shock wave tentacles throughout a target, when hit.
Personality: Fyodora "Fyo" Senka is a tomboy, with a stoic demeanor when not showing off some cheeky smile. She likes to act weaker than she is, which is part of her humble demeanor and strategic combat. She loves a good rough-housing, and never finds her gender a weakness, although, sometimes, her emotions can get the better of her. She is a strong woman who can take on multiple tasks, attacks, at once. She is swift, and her lean build, not being bulky allows for agile movements, such as acrobatic maneuvers.
Backstory: Fyo grew up in a small town, outside of a large city neighboring it. Her father worked in the city and occasionally, Fyo would visit it with her father. However, the city was dangerous for a girl housed in such a sheltered environment such as hers. Her family was one of the few that still attended the "Eastern" Orthodox Church of Saint Sava. Her mother took Church very seriously and saw her little girl going into the city as a corruption to her soul. However, her father saw her being sheltered as a hindrance to her performance of growth into society.
Without any hesitation, Fyo always jumped at the idea to go to the city, and to her mother's dismay, she moved to the city straight after her schooling. She found herself playing the role of cop in cop versus robbers in the big city, but Fyo saw that the strength of the police was weak and corrupt as well. Some meant well, but fighting the system was almost impossible with such a dinky badge, weaponry, etcetera
After her realization of how little the police could do for one city, she was recruited for something bigger, identified with people would could do something more. It was in the same big city that she met the Bounty Hunters, people who seemed to understand the corruption taking place. She agreed with their word, their creed, their way of life. She knew her parents would be horrified to find out she was being trained to be a killer. But Fyo found this to be the only way to stop the corruption, the sin, to stop. Someone had to fight back. Fyo was eager to jump into the fight. And thus, she joined Interface.
Age: 26
Nickname: "Fyo"
Race: Human
Trademark Weapon: An Electricus Pistol, .22 mm CRINIS-Electric Bullets, which are bullets that send shock wave tentacles throughout a target, when hit.
Personality: Fyodora "Fyo" Senka is a tomboy, with a stoic demeanor when not showing off some cheeky smile. She likes to act weaker than she is, which is part of her humble demeanor and strategic combat. She loves a good rough-housing, and never finds her gender a weakness, although, sometimes, her emotions can get the better of her. She is a strong woman who can take on multiple tasks, attacks, at once. She is swift, and her lean build, not being bulky allows for agile movements, such as acrobatic maneuvers.
Backstory: Fyo grew up in a small town, outside of a large city neighboring it. Her father worked in the city and occasionally, Fyo would visit it with her father. However, the city was dangerous for a girl housed in such a sheltered environment such as hers. Her family was one of the few that still attended the "Eastern" Orthodox Church of Saint Sava. Her mother took Church very seriously and saw her little girl going into the city as a corruption to her soul. However, her father saw her being sheltered as a hindrance to her performance of growth into society.
Without any hesitation, Fyo always jumped at the idea to go to the city, and to her mother's dismay, she moved to the city straight after her schooling. She found herself playing the role of cop in cop versus robbers in the big city, but Fyo saw that the strength of the police was weak and corrupt as well. Some meant well, but fighting the system was almost impossible with such a dinky badge, weaponry, etcetera
After her realization of how little the police could do for one city, she was recruited for something bigger, identified with people would could do something more. It was in the same big city that she met the Bounty Hunters, people who seemed to understand the corruption taking place. She agreed with their word, their creed, their way of life. She knew her parents would be horrified to find out she was being trained to be a killer. But Fyo found this to be the only way to stop the corruption, the sin, to stop. Someone had to fight back. Fyo was eager to jump into the fight. And thus, she joined Interface.
Aleksandr enjoyed baking with Nadia. He was not sure if he would have enjoyed it otherwise. It seemed like a task made for someone of a different interest. He prefer sword play, gun play, his books, etcetera.
Form the shape of a cookie? Of course, they were not just round.
He smiled, "Of course," he began padding the cookies into flattened circles. His large hands could easily maneuver the dough. Nadia's small hands worked swiftly, through which he enjoyed watching from the corner of his eye. "Is this a favorite activity of yours, Nadia?"
Form the shape of a cookie? Of course, they were not just round.
He smiled, "Of course," he began padding the cookies into flattened circles. His large hands could easily maneuver the dough. Nadia's small hands worked swiftly, through which he enjoyed watching from the corner of his eye. "Is this a favorite activity of yours, Nadia?"
"Oh," his voice was cool, soothing, "Okay. I think that is fine," he said, turning from Tear, ignoring the woman for the time being. He did not know much about baking, but obviously, if Nadia needed something he was all for it, "You seem happier than earlier. That comforts me. ." He was surprised his com purse bounced back to a normal edge of superiority. Perhaps, it was Nadia's change in pace.
Me, me, count me! Please!
Joy!
"What's wrong, Princess Nadia?" the Prince pondered aloud, wondering why she was looking at him so curiously. He smiled at Tear, trying to make his mood seem welcoming as opposed to his previous, sheepish and childish opening to her arrival.
Derpestein said
I'm just going to pretend to understand what you said about the Byzantium Golden Onion Rings or whatever, Briza.Spare me.
Will do ~
When is the new Byzantium sprouting its Golden Onion Dome?
Anyways, I have subscribed! ~
Anyways, I have subscribed! ~
"I could try them, see of they kill me?" Shayre spoke morbidly, but heroically in all senses. Jane did not think he needed to sacrifice himself. They had only been living here so long, or at least, it appeared so. For all Jane knew, Shayre could be on a suicide mission with those fruits. She looked at Akuma and Luna, who seemed eager to find out if the fruit was poisonous or not, but they both seemed hesitant at the same time. Jane could relate to their facial expressions.
Jane was thinking maybe Shayre did not care if he died. They were already stranded in some strange land, as if some sick person had trapped them here for wild entertainment. She had read conspiracy theories about Aliens using humans in zoos, as entertainment. She had not seen any Alien spectators, but. . Had she really been kidnapped by Aliens?
She shuddered the thought away, letting the dark cloud of confusion overshadow her thoughts. If Aliens had captured them--No, she wouldn't think that far. Food and water first. Shayre was right, and so was her stomach. The water cooled down her system, felt refreshing but God she was hungry.
A small, forced, whispered laugh escaped Jane's lips as Shayre agreed with her commentary on the mossy water. The laugh was out of hesitation and anticipation of being put into third wheel, but the other two seemed less hungry, less worried as Shayre and she were. . Of course, they were both presented in much better condition.
"Would such large fruit be so poisonous?" She bit her bottom lip for speaking, out of hunger, desperation. "I can wait a little longer. . I--I don't think you should sacrifice yourself," he seemed to be the only one with ideas. He was the leader figure already, despite his head injury. His male status seemed to push an alpha status on him, already. He seemed so logical.
She wondered if she had forced that laugh earlier to prove she was alpha female? Again, another thought that doesn't need to be in her head, she pushed it away, again, "I don't want to see you die," she said glumly. But there was no other way to find out if the fruit was edible, and they were surely going to die if they did not eat within the next day or two. Food was not going to magically sprout from the ground. She bit her bottom lip, after speaking, again, as a nervous habit that seemed to be developing in these conditions.
"I'm so hungry. . "She paused pushing the palms of her hands to her face, covering it, "I don't know!" She could only imagine him eating and then dying shortly after. But oh God, her stomach. The more she thought about the fruit, the hungrier she became. She pulled her hands from her eyes, and covered her mouth, breathing in the smell of her skin, which seemed to calm her down, "I'm sorry, this is all--"
"So confusing?" Luna interjected, "It's alright. I am pretty sure the fruit is not poisonous. That's my opinion anyways."
Jane stared at Luna, not sure if she should believe any of the comforting words Luna had just spoken or not.
Jane was thinking maybe Shayre did not care if he died. They were already stranded in some strange land, as if some sick person had trapped them here for wild entertainment. She had read conspiracy theories about Aliens using humans in zoos, as entertainment. She had not seen any Alien spectators, but. . Had she really been kidnapped by Aliens?
She shuddered the thought away, letting the dark cloud of confusion overshadow her thoughts. If Aliens had captured them--No, she wouldn't think that far. Food and water first. Shayre was right, and so was her stomach. The water cooled down her system, felt refreshing but God she was hungry.
A small, forced, whispered laugh escaped Jane's lips as Shayre agreed with her commentary on the mossy water. The laugh was out of hesitation and anticipation of being put into third wheel, but the other two seemed less hungry, less worried as Shayre and she were. . Of course, they were both presented in much better condition.
"Would such large fruit be so poisonous?" She bit her bottom lip for speaking, out of hunger, desperation. "I can wait a little longer. . I--I don't think you should sacrifice yourself," he seemed to be the only one with ideas. He was the leader figure already, despite his head injury. His male status seemed to push an alpha status on him, already. He seemed so logical.
She wondered if she had forced that laugh earlier to prove she was alpha female? Again, another thought that doesn't need to be in her head, she pushed it away, again, "I don't want to see you die," she said glumly. But there was no other way to find out if the fruit was edible, and they were surely going to die if they did not eat within the next day or two. Food was not going to magically sprout from the ground. She bit her bottom lip, after speaking, again, as a nervous habit that seemed to be developing in these conditions.
"I'm so hungry. . "She paused pushing the palms of her hands to her face, covering it, "I don't know!" She could only imagine him eating and then dying shortly after. But oh God, her stomach. The more she thought about the fruit, the hungrier she became. She pulled her hands from her eyes, and covered her mouth, breathing in the smell of her skin, which seemed to calm her down, "I'm sorry, this is all--"
"So confusing?" Luna interjected, "It's alright. I am pretty sure the fruit is not poisonous. That's my opinion anyways."
Jane stared at Luna, not sure if she should believe any of the comforting words Luna had just spoken or not.
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