forum Vanished into the Hands of Darkness (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

Started August 10, 2018 by Deleted user

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I will be in every corner to make you suffer and cry…

if someone understands that, you'll know it's from FRAN BOW an amazing surreal video game, that has inspired me to make another mental asylum RP.

(I figured you haven’t, it isn’t really focused on BTS as much as it is borrowing them.

I can run blind I guess.)

(Ah, but I'd feel a little out of place, since one of the tags is BTS. And if you're so sure… just make sure you have a mental illness in mind, and allow me to take your character for a few moments…)

You arrived at the asylum, with your dark-eyed and quiet parents. They took you into the front room and greeted by a nurse who assured them you'd be out in no time. Soon, two weeks later, you realized this was nothing like your parents expected it to be. You were hungry and you resorted to drinking the water from the sink in the bathroom. The nurses are mean and rash, and they usually lashed out on your puny teen body, which left scars, mentally and physically. There's one other teen. She was a haughty girl. When you first saw her you could see the bones in her arms, and her jaw stuck out weirdly. Her black hair was slick with grease and you couldn't make out the rest of her features since she was just passing to get to the cafeteria. You haven't tried to talk to her yet, but she's incredibly weary of the nurses and seems like the quietest and sensible patient at the asylum. Besides you, she's probably the sanest teen in the asylum.

(Sorry I was eating dinner)

Rose sat in her padded cell with nothing but her thoughts. Her stomach growling from the lack of food, her through to dry to speak properly, the bruises hurting more then just physically and yet her brain not straying from the thought of the other teen. How long has she been here? Is she so fragile from being here too long? Will I become like her? Just some of the thoughts Rose would think on a daily basis.

Some days Rose would get hallucinations from her medication, Erdoticen, which was supposed to ‘fix’ her, but caused more problems. Sometimes she thought the nurses had it out for her, giving her extra medication which only made her hav more. Some days she couldn’t remember why her parents brought her here, while on others it was her only thought. Rose was brought out of her thoughts when she heard her cell door being opened. Probably time to eat. She thought with the slight enjoyment of getting a chance to quite her screaming stomach.

It wasn't. They brought another dose of Erdoticen and told her that she had some time out of her cell to interact with the other 'patients'. The nurse left her the pills and no drink, forcing her to either not take them, or drink some of the bathroom sink water, which wasn't pleasant, to begin with.

Rose knew the nurses would beat her if she skipped, she’s tried before, so she opted to take them with sink water. Maybe I can finally meet the other girl This and many other variations of the same thought crossed her brain as she walked to the bathroom to take her pills. She bent down to the sink taking in some water along with her pills. The water tasted grimy and unfiltered. But she always managed to drink it with out any consequences.

They didn't work immediately, so it gave her a small chance of walking outside and talking to others, which Rose learned, is proven to help mental status. Ironically, this might be the only thing they do to try and attempt to help their patients.

Rose walked out of the bathroom spotting the other girl sitting in a chair, debating if she should go up and talk to her or wait to a later date. She knew no one at the asylum, she hated calling it that, and figured she might as well get to know one person. Or maybe it was just the crazy in her telling her that, the same crazy that put her in this place.

The girl looked up and caught her eye. She nodded in greeting. "Hello." Her voice was deep and croaky. She was clearly denying drink too. Her mouth was dry and grayed. Her face was neatly degraded over her features; her strong cheeks her powerful jaw, it even framed over the sockets of her overbright gray eyes.

“Hello, I’m Rose. I’ve seen you around here so I figured I would come talk to you.” Her voice also being raspy, the grimy water seemed to only make it worse. Rose had taken a seat across from the girl, running her worried hands through her long strawberry blonde hair. Wondering what the girl would say, and how she would respond was always one of her ‘games’ she played with herself when she was alone in her cell.

She nodded. "I'm Emilia. People around just call me project thirty-seven. I'm kinda surprised they didn't assign you a project name yet. Therefore… you're one of the lucky ones." She leaned forward towards Rose, as though wanting to get more of her in her head. "You're very lucky if that's the case. I'm destined for this damned place for the rest of my life."