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Current Recently returned from an extended period of. . . not being here, I guess? Looking to start some stories, so gimme a message if you've got ideas you think I might like!
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I'm typing now though. Does that makew you feel better?
@Narcotic Dollie
I suppose I don't mind too much as long as we get to use him when we need to, since he's for plot and all.

And I will get to posting soon. Just after I get one other - they've been waiting longer than here - and fold my laundry - my mother is bugging about it.
Yes I kn ow. I went out my with ma after my exam today and I'm not sure what my plans are yet.
The girl was alone, at least that's what they saw as she walked through the hallway and toward the cafeteria for the evening meal that they would be served. The last time she'd skipped dinner they had come to find her and ended up having to sedate the paranoid schizophrenic because she'd gone hysterical and had another one of her violent melt downs while screaming about a man trying to hurt her. Today she wore a pair of jeans and a tank top, all of her scars out in the open for people to see though she didn't seem to care much at all as she chewed on her first finger; eyes flicking to the side nervously while she walked passed the white washed walls into the more normal areas. She passed by the offices, still chewing on her finger until she rounded a corner and bumped into the back of a blonde boy that was slightly taller than her.

She hadn't been walking very fast so when she bumped into him she simply stepped back, knowing already that he was real though as a ghostly figure made its appearance in front of him she yelped in surprised and fear and stepped back again, her back hitting the wall this time while she opened her mouth to flounder an apology. "S-s-s-s-s-sorry!" She exclaimed with great difficulty, rough cut black bangs falling in her face as she shook, blue eyes trying to focus on him but clearly having a hard time straying from what was right behind him. The black haired boy sneered, his red eyes flashing as he stepped forward, right through the blonde boy she'd never seen before and vanished into thin air. Clearly she hadn't taken her medication yet today and was one of those they didn't care enough to try to treat properly because of her condition.
Sorry that took so long. I had to finish off my school year.
The young woman lean exactly as she had a half hour ago, staring at the mirror across the room, though at the sound of steps coming up the stares the young woman moved her gaze to the door just as a knock came on the hardwood. The door was cracked at the bottom for how hard she had hit it once after a collision with their father, an old blood stain on the bottom of the wood that she did her best to ignore but it was hard since every time she came home it happened again. Standing, Emilia tugged the sleeves of her sweater down and zipped up the front of the garment she was wearing before walking over to the door and opening it quietly.

"Hey Grant."

Emilia smiled softly at him, a sweetness that hid behind her quiet shyness normally; a smile that hid the pain from their home life and the hate she felt for the man who sired her and the house her mother picked. A smile at hid the disgust she felt with her own existence and sometimes she thought that her brother could see it though today she saw a hint of hope in his eyes when she opened the door and looked up at him. She had heard people compare him and their father, talking about how similar they looked though Emilia had never really seen it since he was gentler and kind where the man was rough and abusive; no one but her ever saw that though, not with how sweetly she smiled and how good of a father he could be in public. "How was your day?" She asked him, opening the door more and stepping away so that he could come into the room that she had been assigned when she was little. It was a plain shade of purple with few things on the wall. Her bed rested against the wall away from the door, just beside her window; a small four drawer dresser sat on against the wall opposite the bed with the mirror beside it. There was a book shelf beside the dresser, holding a few binders and what books she had managed to collect and keep form her mothers collection; the shelf itself a gift from her brother a few years ago when he found the cardboard box beneath her bed when she'd gotten really sick.

Leaving the door open she him she stepped away, holding both her her hands behind her back, with the sweater she wore covering most of her skin from his gaze though the finger marked bruises around her neck weren't something she could easily hide from him. "You look like something good happened." She looked up at him with soft grey eyes; eyes that look very much like those of the woman in the pictures though her hair was died pink in an effort to look different and minimize the damage from his drunk rages. It hadn't worked well though she enjoyed the colour more than the soft honey it had been before; it was easy if she just looked away and didn't cry. She never did.



Viridiana Strife


Who can you trust if you're own mind is against you?


16

Female


Diagnosis

Paranoid Schizophrenic
Depression


Viridiana is the type to stay quiet and ignore everything she can as she's never sure when something if real or not. She tends to shy away from society and to herself though they tell her that it will only make her condition worse for her. In public she's known as the girl who mumbles to herself when she's really talking to the person next to her - you just can't see her. She's cautious an careful, always looking over her shoulder and obsessively checking locks and drawers - even going as far as the organize her things a specific way to be comfortable. She's easily embarrassed but quick to push others away and has been known to have explosive fits of rage or cruelty that the doctors still can't explain as she often does not recall these events.

@Narcotic Dollie
I don't mind that, it would be pretty cool to see others play our parents lol. Thanx for the idea :)
Whoop. Got a post up~
@Gareth
I think it would be pretty fun to see one go up.
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