MissCapnCrunch

Lunox Island (Can Love Survive?)

I'm sorry :( I've lost my mojo for continuing this roleplay.
Thank you for the opportunity and I hope you guys have fun!

The World's Prison

I'm sorry, I've lost my interest in this roleplay :) Good luck though you guys.

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We don't have to be tooo much of a stickler with ages :)
As long as we don't have like 40 year olds in the 9th grade.

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Is this still accepting or is it too late and relationships already formed?

@KillBox

We're still pretty early in the rp however, we are pretty full atm.
However, I'll let you know when we get an opening :) Thanks!

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@Thane

Wynona still hasn't had her first kiss.

Treewit Psychiatric Hospital for Adolescents

EVANGELINE

Evangeline M. Guiliani

^{WORK FROM HOME - FIFTH HARMONY • SAFE - DUMBFOUNDEAD • SWING LIFE AWAY - MGK}

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NAME }} Evangeline Marie Guiliani

NICKNAME }} Eva. Sleepyhead.

AGE }} Seventeen

DIAGNOSIS }} For a little bit over two years now Eva has been being treated for her Agoraphobia and acute Insomnia.

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^{{{ SENSITIVE • NIGHT OWL • CONSIDERATE • CREATIVE • FAMILY ORIENTED }}}

PERSONALITY }} Never quick to anger, raise her voice or throw her fists. She is often caught staring whilst over thinking things. This could very well be one of the reasons she is in the position she is in, and trust me she's thought about that as well. It doesn't take much to make her cry as she is a bit on the sensitive side. She does not get bored easily due to the many nights awake and inside, she has found ways to entertain herself quite quickly.

STRENGTHS }}

• Critical Thinking/Puzzles.
• Compassionate and loving, honestly cares.
• Creativity in art as well as inventive.

WEAKNESSES }}

• Overly sensitive and emotional
• Sets up barriers between her and the real world
• Can't let go of things that bother her

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HISTORY }} "If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound my love?" Evangelines mother asked her daughter as she sat upon her cushioned lap. Eva's eyebrows furrowed upon her forehead as she thought. The young girl was five years old at the time, and her mother often gave her these questions to make her think. "Are there squirrels inside?" Eva responded, as her mother let out a loud laugh, "Perhaps my love, perhaps." Perhaps was a word deeply implanted upon the tongue of Eva, the word was used in all situations, "Did you have a good time at school today?" "Perhaps." "Do you want ice cream for dessert?" "Perhaps." "Did the murder of your mother change you?"

"Perhaps."

Eva was 14 at the time of the occurrence. The two were living together happily in a small apartment on the not so great part of town. Her mother had raised her wonderfully despite being alone. Her father after all was a non-existent part in both of their lives from birth and everyday hence forth. "I'm going to go grab the mail baby, I'll be right back." her mother called from the small kitchenette as the young girl worked on her homework from the one bedroom the two shared. "Alright!" she called without another thought. Suddenly a large thud and a barrage of blood curdling screams echoed in the hallways. The scream was jolting and familiar to Evangeline, the scream belonged to her mother.

Not even stopping to lock the door behind her Eva sprinted down the flight of stairs, tripping over her own feet she only imagined the worst had come. It indeed had. There her mother laid in a puddle of her own thick red blood, a gun shot to the head. The cause unknown, but often thought and rethought over in the thoughts of her one and only daughter. Evangeline broke down into a mental state of mind that no one could really explain. She grabbed her small mother and hoisted her up the flights of stairs and brought her back into their apartment. Sitting her up on the couch the young girl climbed onto her mother's lap, her clothing seeping up crimson life that once filled her mother. She did the only thing she could do, she sobbed uncontrollably.

It wasn't long before the police came, did their business and brought Evangeline back home. She urged the police that her father would be home from his job soon, and that she would have them call them when he did. Reluctantly they left, and of course received no phone call there after. Evangeline would and could not leave the 4 walls of the apartment. Friends came and went, only getting promise or excuses from the very young girl. It wasn't until the year's rent was overdue that the higher authorities were involved, truancy officer and state officer alike had means of getting this girl the help she needed, but there was no use.

How can anyone force a bird out of a cage when the bird has removed its own wings?

By 15, Eva had found her ways around things. She took online classes, found jobs she could do from home, and even had people do mundane things as her grocery shopping or bringing her, her mail everyday. It wasn't until her father found her that it became a problem. Evangeline doesn't quite know how he found her, it might have been the story in the newspaper of her mother's death, or a gossip around the friends that her parent's shared, but her father finally showed up. At first she couldn't believe it, "Who are you and what the hell do you want?" she called through the door. It wasn't until she looked through the peep hole that she could even begin to grasp what was going on. Her father had finally came for her. It wasn't quite the relationship she had hoped for, as her father had one thing in mind. "I'm going to get you some help." were his parting words.

You wouldn't think the man of said history would be so persistent, but he was.

The next day she was shipped off to Treewit and has been there ever since

OTHER }} Face claim is Emmy Rossum.

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@MissCapnCrunch WAIWAITWAIT. You wouldn't seperate Abbie from Clydey?!! She doesn't want that. And don't put her together with Jackoff!!!

@sakurasan

I do what I want.

LOL. When I do groups I will honestly do a random generator.
That way it is fair, plus then I won't sink to my devious devious ways.

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@MechonRaptor

If you don't have anything to write for other characters-
there is definitely nothing wrong with having one more active than others :)

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I asked smarty if they would like to collab to respond to Sadie and Ro, that's what i'm waiting on :) It's been a blast reading through everyone's posts though. I can already see the people who are forming groups and who is totally gonna hook up with who. Goooood shit. Totally gonna throw wrenches in there though as the GM. God forbid you ever get to be in group projects with your friends in HS ;)

Treewit Psychiatric Hospital for Adolescents

EVANGELINE

Evangeline M. Guiliani

^{WORK FROM HOME - FIFTH HARMONY • SAFE - DUMBFOUNDEAD • SWING LIFE AWAY - MGK}

---

NAME }} Evangeline Marie Guiliani

NICKNAME }} Eva. Sleepyhead.

AGE }} Seventeen

DIAGNOSIS }} For a little bit over two years now Eva has been being treated for her Agoraphobia and acute Insomnia.

---

^{{{ SENSITIVE • NIGHT OWL • CONSIDERATE • CREATIVE • FAMILY ORIENTED }}}

PERSONALITY }} Never quick to anger, raise her voice or throw her fists. She is often caught staring whilst over thinking things. This could very well be one of the reasons she is in the position she is in, and trust me she's thought about that as well. It doesn't take much to make her cry as she is a bit on the sensitive side. She does not get bored easily due to the many nights awake and inside, she has found ways to entertain herself quite quickly.

STRENGTHS }}

• Critical Thinking/Puzzles.
• Compassionate and loving, honestly cares.
• Creativity in art as well as inventive.

WEAKNESSES }}

• Overly sensitive and emotional
• Sets up barriers between her and the real world
• Can't let go of things that bother her

---

HISTORY }} "If a tree falls in the forest does it make a sound my love?" Evangelines mother asked her daughter as she sat upon her cushioned lap. Eva's eyebrows furrowed upon her forehead as she thought. The young girl was five years old at the time, and her mother often gave her these questions to make her think. "Are there squirrels inside?" Eva responded, as her mother let out a loud laugh, "Perhaps my love, perhaps." Perhaps was a word deeply implanted upon the tongue of Eva, the word was used in all situations, "Did you have a good time at school today?" "Perhaps." "Do you want ice cream for dessert?" "Perhaps." "Did the murder of your mother change you?"

"Perhaps."

Eva was 14 at the time of the occurrence. The two were living together happily in a small apartment on the not so great part of town. Her mother had raised her wonderfully despite being alone. Her father after all was a non-existent part in both of their lives from birth and everyday hence forth. "I'm going to go grab the mail baby, I'll be right back." her mother called from the small kitchenette as the young girl worked on her homework from the one bedroom the two shared. "Alright!" she called without another thought. Suddenly a large thud and a barrage of blood curdling screams echoed in the hallways. The scream was jolting and familiar to Evangeline, the scream belonged to her mother.

Not even stopping to lock the door behind her Eva sprinted down the flight of stairs, tripping over her own feet she only imagined the worst had come. It indeed had. There her mother laid in a puddle of her own thick red blood, a gun shot to the head. The cause unknown, but often thought and rethought over in the thoughts of her one and only daughter. Evangeline broke down into a mental state of mind that no one could really explain. She grabbed her small mother and hoisted her up the flights of stairs and brought her back into their apartment. Sitting her up on the couch the young girl climbed onto her mother's lap, her clothing seeping up crimson life that once filled her mother. She did the only thing she could do, she sobbed uncontrollably.

It wasn't long before the police came, did their business and brought Evangeline back home. She urged the police that her father would be home from his job soon, and that she would have them call them when he did. Reluctantly they left, and of course received no phone call there after. Evangeline would and could not leave the 4 walls of the apartment. Friends came and went, only getting promise or excuses from the very young girl. It wasn't until the year's rent was overdue that the higher authorities were involved, truancy officer and state officer alike had means of getting this girl the help she needed, but there was no use.

How can anyone force a bird out of a cage when the bird has removed its own wings?

By 15, Eva had found her ways around things. She took online classes, found jobs she could do from home, and even had people do mundane things as her grocery shopping or bringing her, her mail everyday. It wasn't until her father found her that it became a problem. Evangeline doesn't quite know how he found her, it might have been the story in the newspaper of her mother's death, or a gossip around the friends that her parent's shared, but her father finally showed up. At first she couldn't believe it, "Who are you and what the hell do you want?" she called through the door. It wasn't until she looked through the peep hole that she could even begin to grasp what was going on. Her father had finally came for her. It wasn't quite the relationship she had hoped for, as her father had one thing in mind. "I'm going to get you some help." were his parting words.

You wouldn't think the man of said history would be so persistent, but he was.

The next day she was shipped off to Treewit and has been there ever since

OTHER }} Face claim is Emmy Rossum.