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She scoffed, as if he had insulted her. "That's exactly why I'd be better. I'd think more...outside the box." They were pretty nice shoes though. Glancing down at her feet she looked at them for a bit before bringing her attention back to her drink. "All the piercings are for my own...

Aster shrugged. "If it isn't luck, then what is it?" She didn't believe in destiny or fate. Her choices decided her life as well as a whole lot of luck and misfortune. Softly the girl snickered as Parish got what was coming to him, all the while deciding that she'd have to visit this bar more...

Aster just smiled triumphantly at their conversation before bringing her attention back to the boy. "I guess some people have more luck than others." Though just even if you have everything material in life, doesn't necessarily mean that you've got happiness too. "My pleasure, Derek." She took...

Aster smiled at the bartender, a polite nod given in return. "Yes, please~" Looking back at the other she cocked her head slightly to the right. "Huh, so you're pretty used to this?" She'd never really thought about it, the fact that some people had to live like this. After all, she could get...

Aster's brow quirked questioningly, but she followed along without protest. Once in the bar she took his offer and sat down, replying with a simple, "Sure." She watched quietly, eyes flickering from the boy to the bar tender. He was kind of... weird? Fast paced, everything done without...

She had been running for a few minutes now, not that long and it seemed that the cops were close on her tail now. But then someone called out to her. That voice. Her head whipped around in the direction of the male, steps faltering as she slowed down so as to not trip over her own feet. "You--"...

...sound of wheels on pavement. An before she could even narrow her eyes in annoyance a small metallic object was dropped off in her lap. "What the f*ck?" Noting the police sirens in the distance and the fact that her new present was an expensive cell phone she put two and two together. Standing...

Aster huffed as she sat on the cold bench of a local park. She shuffled through her purse scowling with irritation as she couldn't find the right shade of eyeshadow. Honestly the biggest reason for her irate state was the fact that she was utterly bored and couldn't decide what to do. Everything...

@ShadedRose Awe thanks, and I agree. It is a pretty cool idea! C:

Name: Aster Delilah Roth Age: 18 Gender: Lady Appearance: She stands at a mere height of 5'6. Her frame is thin yet not fragile looking; lithe. Personality: Aster is somewhat self absorbed, very strong willed and rebellious as well. Even though she may not look the part, she surely...

AYYE sorry I haven't been on in forever but here I am

Adding a note- I know this role play is about getting out of the asylum and everything, but it's not going to be so easy to get out. We want this to last and I hope that it'd play out for a while and that we wouldn't rush things. Because, to me the whole point isn't just getting out of there...

...be able to hear such soft murmurs. As his eyes were closed, images, memories to be exact, flashed through his mind. All of those treacherous b*tches that he cut up and the handsome yet terrified faces of his crushes. If only he had a new target, even more satisfying would be a gorgeous male...

@Morcar Sure! Go ahead and once you post her I'll tell you if she's accepted or not Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk

The twins, already pulled quite a few stunts with their little mind games, and the scientists had decided it was time to get rid of them. They with their screwed up personalities were already quite annoying, and there was not much more they could do to them, seeing that most other chemical...

@Steel Zinogre We've decided that we need at least three sentences in the reply. And also it's not that easy to get out of your cell, if it was most of those crazies would have already gotten out and murdered everyone ; v;

Just a bit ;)

The boy pouted, crimson hues glaring at the other. "At least I'm not singing disgusting songs." Though, honestly he would quite enjoy doing something of the sort. He itched to get his scissors out and cut someone up, like cutting up paper dolls and then gleaming at your work, his cases were...