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I think so//
I think so//
I know mine is done.
Name: Arioch
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age: 25
Reason for Admission?: He had recently lost his significant other in a house fire he started by accident. he blamed himself and had attempted suicide but was stopped before he fell. He was then admitted to a regular hospital and was being treated for severe depression but a message was forged in the doctors handwriting directing him to the Ward.
Mental Ailments?: Severe Depression, PTSD (he has been forced to watch people burn alive while in the ward), Paranoia (beatings from the guards are regular and at random)
Personality: he's constantly glancing over his shoulder, he tries to keep to himself, he tries to make friends but is often met with incoherent screaming
Appearance: Grey eyes, 5'11", Medium muscular build, dark brown hair
Likes: Warmth, rain, nights,
Dislikes: fire, the smell of smoke
Other: shipping is all good, he was able to fashion some Brass Knuckles out of a busted metal bed frame
(I hope he is ok, my mind kinda ran on empty for ideas toward the end)
Name: Akeldama Wildwood
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Reason for admission: Killing his siblings when his parents had left for a night. Had been showing signs of mental instability for years before, but parents ignored it.
Mental Illnesses: Psychosis, Depression, Insomnia disorder, and Schizoid personality disorder.
Appearance: Long filthy hair that's so dirty no-one knows what color it really is, Blue eyes, 6' 1" looks to have been lean and athletic at one point, but that has diminished due to not enough exercise and malnutrition.
Likes: the dark and chocolate.
Dislikes: Filth, rust, and sunlight.
Other: skilled in street fighting. Skilled in fighting with knives. Used to take fencing lessons.
(I hope he is ok, my mind kinda ran on empty for ideas toward the end)
(Well I think he’s a great character if my opinion is valid.)
(it is, thank you)
(The only question I have about your character is what do you mean by grey?)
(The only question I have about your character is what do you mean by grey?)
(i meant eyes… sorry)
Shall we begin?
(The only question I have about your character is what do you mean by grey?)
(i meant eyes… sorry)
(It’s okay, I was just confused, I thought he was grey. Like his skin was grey.)
(I would love to start!)
Cool//
(who is going to start though?)
(… Was mine alright?)
Yes. It was Whisper!
I'll start…
Hold on…
(I loved everyone’s characters! There all so much better then mine.)
(Yay!)
Ale shivered, his heartbeat thumping erratically in his chest, his breath more like a fearful panting. He was half-dragged along through the hallway long hallway by the guards, before coming to a ghastly room.
Large, especially long abd narrow, with cells that resembled pigsties. Each was 1 by ten by nine feet approximately, no padding, just a cot. With a small comforter, and a thin blanket. As well as a tiny, squat toilet.
Several visitors inhabited them, most were babbling. Some outright lunged for him, a few calling for help. Then he came upon a sickly sweet smell, before being brought past that cell. The inhabitant, was plainly dead. Through the chsinlink grating of the door, Ale could see that the msn had used one of the screws from the toilet to slit his wrists.
Two men in labcoats and scrubs examined the room. Two more were interrogating the others who'd seen. One guard had to restrain a patient who tried to imitate the man.
Christ, what the Hell is this? Ale thought to himself as they threw him into an empty pen.
They left wordlessly.
Hayden sat on the grown inside his 'room' his wheelchair sitting just outside the door taunting him I might hurt myself is just a perfect fucking reason to take away my wheelchair He thought sarcastically
"Ello." Rowan said as a male was thrown into the cell next to his. "Is ol' Marty dead? I heard him muttering as he slit his wrists." Rowan asked, the only way to get information was to get to the newbies.
Immediately, Ale's panic attack kicked into overdrive. He curled into a mess of anxiety and depression, weeping silently on his floor. He didn't want anyone to know he was crying. Good thing these cells were divided by concrete and a small slit (almost too small for anything but a paper).
"I think so." He simpered fakely.
Arioch stood facing the wall as his cell was being searched for possible weapons but he had strategically hidden his brass knuckles in a small hole behind a stone slab the guard that was patting him down gave a swift punch to his ribs. the guard chuckled as Arioch fell "need to know your place…" the guards walked out leaving him on the ground wheezing in pain.
Eldric snorted.
"It took long enough, he was miserable." He said, the voice changing to more of a growl.
You need to be more kind, we need information out of this kid and you're scaring him.
"Yeah…" Ale said. Immediately, he was planning a way to get out. He went through what he knew about this place in his mind..
It was large and mazelike, which meant that it was hard to find your way out, and easy to get lost in, but also easy to lose people in. So he devised that he'd have to fully memorize it. He'd have to devise a way to find his way ariund without letting others know.
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