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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?
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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Has this role play died? :<
Vortex said
Oh...
~____~
KatherinWinter said
LOL I like the idea of getting to know the people I roleplay with.
It sounds like an interesting idea, since I usually do not role play with people who I know.
Lightning lit the sky outside of the monastery, marking the hour for everyone to retreat back into the resting quarters. The abbess granted goodnight blessings, daring to let each lady and child kiss her delicate, but strong hands. After receiving her blessing, Theodora left the dining hall, hiding under the cloak. The rain poured heavily from the sky, like sharp, liquid bullets, seemingly designed to kill just like the disease plaguing the land. The darkness of this age deemed to be deadly and morbid, no matter the location, city, town, or country. This left Theodora disheartened as she made her way to her room for the night.
Although, she typically repressed her feelings, in such weather, she did not mind having small tears trickle down her rosy cheeks. Small sobs could not be heard through the weather. Her hand clutched her prayer rope, tightening her grip as she tried to control her tears, to make them stop dribbling down her face. She tried to think in prayer, but the dreary atmosphere kept haunting her thoughts, driving in ghosts of the past through her memories. It had been almost a year since she left for Hohenwart, and her mind had still not found a cure for herself. She felt alone, especially since the knowledge of the death of her family was still a fresh wound in her heart.
As her boots slushed through a puddle, she noticed a huge blaze, a fire. Bodies burning, most likely. Or a house had been struck by lightning. The cloud of smoke drank the rain water from the sky, and boiled through the night's landscape. The smell did not reach her, but she still wondered in fear. She continued walking, trying to think nothing of the fire. Her cloak began to soak, absorbing the heavy water crashing from the storm clouds overhead. Her hair was tucked nicely behind her scarf and cloak, but she could still feel the fingers of the rain knocking at her mind.
Most of the women hurried to their quarters. The nuns moved exhaustingly quickly. A few children cuddled close to their mothers, afraid of the demon night lurking around them. Theodora picked up her pace, casting her eyes away from the naive, innocent children. They did not understand the true nature of the disease and sin that viciously ate away at the heart, minds, bodies, and souls of the people around them, but nonetheless, they still hoped for a solution, a way to come out alive and loved. If it were not the fighting happening outside of the walls, it was the plague frothing the West or the weather drowning the lower village or casting fires from the sky. This was torture to these children, they knew no security besides the hearts of their mothers.
As Theodora reached her cell of a room, she opened the door, immediately dropping her body into its presence. She removed her cloak, and found herself in the most immodest clothing as possible. The night was cold, and so, in her dear immodesty, she was still heavily clothed. Her cloak was hung to dry, and her hair was let out of the scarf, but kept in a braid. She removed the blanket from her bag and some lavender oil. She draped the blanket around her and sniffed her nose over the now opened container of lavender oil, letting the aroma out her into a calming trance, as to better think straight. She wiped her damp face, from tears and rain. Tonight would be long.
Before going to bed, she brought out her pocket prayer book and began with the Trisagion. Her body bowed down several times throughout her prayer, to touch the ground, in metanoias. Her body quickly lingered into the bed after her prayers were completed. She let out a deep sigh and hoped she would be able to sleep. She had been needing less and less sleep as which by the days went, and admittedly, she was beginning to miss sleep and the need for it. She was starting to feel more like a monster than a human, and this, of course, worried her.
She stared up at the ceiling, seeing the lightning flash through the sky, followed by loud hollers that roared across the heavens. The small pre-lit candle danced with the shadow demons tempting the poor, young maiden witch, and all Theodora could do was watch in an exhausted manner. So badly, she wished to play with the shadow people and leave this land to make more magic, but she knew it was wrong, she knew in her heart not follow the shadows. However, the scary fires gripping at the sky and the lightning scratching their bodies into the clouds made it harder for her to follow the light.
Although, she typically repressed her feelings, in such weather, she did not mind having small tears trickle down her rosy cheeks. Small sobs could not be heard through the weather. Her hand clutched her prayer rope, tightening her grip as she tried to control her tears, to make them stop dribbling down her face. She tried to think in prayer, but the dreary atmosphere kept haunting her thoughts, driving in ghosts of the past through her memories. It had been almost a year since she left for Hohenwart, and her mind had still not found a cure for herself. She felt alone, especially since the knowledge of the death of her family was still a fresh wound in her heart.
As her boots slushed through a puddle, she noticed a huge blaze, a fire. Bodies burning, most likely. Or a house had been struck by lightning. The cloud of smoke drank the rain water from the sky, and boiled through the night's landscape. The smell did not reach her, but she still wondered in fear. She continued walking, trying to think nothing of the fire. Her cloak began to soak, absorbing the heavy water crashing from the storm clouds overhead. Her hair was tucked nicely behind her scarf and cloak, but she could still feel the fingers of the rain knocking at her mind.
Most of the women hurried to their quarters. The nuns moved exhaustingly quickly. A few children cuddled close to their mothers, afraid of the demon night lurking around them. Theodora picked up her pace, casting her eyes away from the naive, innocent children. They did not understand the true nature of the disease and sin that viciously ate away at the heart, minds, bodies, and souls of the people around them, but nonetheless, they still hoped for a solution, a way to come out alive and loved. If it were not the fighting happening outside of the walls, it was the plague frothing the West or the weather drowning the lower village or casting fires from the sky. This was torture to these children, they knew no security besides the hearts of their mothers.
As Theodora reached her cell of a room, she opened the door, immediately dropping her body into its presence. She removed her cloak, and found herself in the most immodest clothing as possible. The night was cold, and so, in her dear immodesty, she was still heavily clothed. Her cloak was hung to dry, and her hair was let out of the scarf, but kept in a braid. She removed the blanket from her bag and some lavender oil. She draped the blanket around her and sniffed her nose over the now opened container of lavender oil, letting the aroma out her into a calming trance, as to better think straight. She wiped her damp face, from tears and rain. Tonight would be long.
Before going to bed, she brought out her pocket prayer book and began with the Trisagion. Her body bowed down several times throughout her prayer, to touch the ground, in metanoias. Her body quickly lingered into the bed after her prayers were completed. She let out a deep sigh and hoped she would be able to sleep. She had been needing less and less sleep as which by the days went, and admittedly, she was beginning to miss sleep and the need for it. She was starting to feel more like a monster than a human, and this, of course, worried her.
She stared up at the ceiling, seeing the lightning flash through the sky, followed by loud hollers that roared across the heavens. The small pre-lit candle danced with the shadow demons tempting the poor, young maiden witch, and all Theodora could do was watch in an exhausted manner. So badly, she wished to play with the shadow people and leave this land to make more magic, but she knew it was wrong, she knew in her heart not follow the shadows. However, the scary fires gripping at the sky and the lightning scratching their bodies into the clouds made it harder for her to follow the light.
Interested. -___-
Golem said
So I'm gonna be away for about 10 days. I know it's a long time, but I'm confident that you'll manage without me. I look forward to reading the pages-long IC thread when I get back ;)
Seven more days; hurry hurry, this role play is sinking.
Drake Baku said
if the others accept and agree with that, then I will give it a shot.
I accept.
Jane could still still feel the wind blowing through her hair as Shayre shook her dazed body back-and-forth, commanding her to stay with them. She wanted to smile to let him know she was feeling just fine, but her lips did not move, and she was oddly and strangely fine with her lips not moving to her will's desire. Everything felt so good in this state. She wished everyone could just -- just lie down in the grass and let its fingers massage their aching bodies as the wind marched melodies through their ears.
"Luna? I guess the shelter is fine where it is right now, try and get a fire started somewhat close so it won't set it on fire."
"You got it!" Luna jumped on top of the task of making fire. Her father had taught her well. He took her camping every season. Luna felt at home in the wild because of this. Making fire would be tedious and take some time; she was not as good at making fire as her father, but that did not mean she would fail at providing the element. She trotted over to the wood that Shayre had carried from the forest and began setting up a site.
"Akuma, help me get Jane underneath the shelter, then I want you to gather moss and leaves for bedding okay? First we'll get one for Jane, then it's our turn."
Akuma nodded silently, worried about poor Jane, lying lifelessly like some rag doll in Shayre's arms. She quickly made her way to Shayre's side, trying to smile at Jane, to give some comfort to the given situation.
"I'll grab her legs, Shayre," Akuma said, taking hold of Jane's limp, dirty legs. They were heavy for her, but she knew with someone else's help -- Shayre's help she could manage, "It's like one thing after another," she puttered from her petite mouth, letting out a small breath. Her golden, blonde hair, brushed against her rosy cheeks as she spoke, grasping hold of Jane's legs at the same time.
Jane barely opened her eyes as the two were holding her. A glazed look overcast them. A small quiver perked through her lips; she wanted to tell them she was fine and did not need so much attention, or so many hands touching her. But all she could do was close her eyes, again and take in small breaths of air through her slightly parted lips.
"Luna? I guess the shelter is fine where it is right now, try and get a fire started somewhat close so it won't set it on fire."
"You got it!" Luna jumped on top of the task of making fire. Her father had taught her well. He took her camping every season. Luna felt at home in the wild because of this. Making fire would be tedious and take some time; she was not as good at making fire as her father, but that did not mean she would fail at providing the element. She trotted over to the wood that Shayre had carried from the forest and began setting up a site.
"Akuma, help me get Jane underneath the shelter, then I want you to gather moss and leaves for bedding okay? First we'll get one for Jane, then it's our turn."
Akuma nodded silently, worried about poor Jane, lying lifelessly like some rag doll in Shayre's arms. She quickly made her way to Shayre's side, trying to smile at Jane, to give some comfort to the given situation.
"I'll grab her legs, Shayre," Akuma said, taking hold of Jane's limp, dirty legs. They were heavy for her, but she knew with someone else's help -- Shayre's help she could manage, "It's like one thing after another," she puttered from her petite mouth, letting out a small breath. Her golden, blonde hair, brushed against her rosy cheeks as she spoke, grasping hold of Jane's legs at the same time.
Jane barely opened her eyes as the two were holding her. A glazed look overcast them. A small quiver perked through her lips; she wanted to tell them she was fine and did not need so much attention, or so many hands touching her. But all she could do was close her eyes, again and take in small breaths of air through her slightly parted lips.
Me, too.
Susanna listened to Ellis and Raymond fight. She was afraid to speak to them, they both seemed so violent. The threats, the harsh words of insolence echoed in her mind as her praying came to a halt. Their words brought back haunted memories she wanted to refuse, but could not resist. She had no control. Her eyes began tearing and her breaths began to increase. Just pray, Susie, just keep praying, she told herself! trying to calm her nerves.
She wished they would leave, as badly as she wanted to leave, as well. Mass was starting soon, so leaving seemed to be such a redundant circle. She would have to quickly come back, anyways. She pressed her hands together, raising them to her face, praying, her eyes closed, sealing shut. Her mantra of the Jesus prayer restarted. O, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner!
Her light blue hair fell in front of her face, as she lowered her head, declining her neck and facing the ground, trying to remember why she was here in the first place. Pain was essential for life. Pain cannot be escaped. The only relief of pain was from God. Life is Pain. The afterlife would be better. She was so scared of the afterlife, what would happen after death? But the pain of the compound reminded her that she longed for the afterlife, more and more after every beating. . Those haunting beatings.
God, she wished they would stop talking, especially so inappropriately.
She wished they would leave, as badly as she wanted to leave, as well. Mass was starting soon, so leaving seemed to be such a redundant circle. She would have to quickly come back, anyways. She pressed her hands together, raising them to her face, praying, her eyes closed, sealing shut. Her mantra of the Jesus prayer restarted. O, Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me a sinner!
Her light blue hair fell in front of her face, as she lowered her head, declining her neck and facing the ground, trying to remember why she was here in the first place. Pain was essential for life. Pain cannot be escaped. The only relief of pain was from God. Life is Pain. The afterlife would be better. She was so scared of the afterlife, what would happen after death? But the pain of the compound reminded her that she longed for the afterlife, more and more after every beating. . Those haunting beatings.
God, she wished they would stop talking, especially so inappropriately.
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