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sweet lil cinnabun
(cant wait for this to start! im excited)
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angel
(hey everyone, sorry this thread has been so inactive, but feel free to post when ready !! i'll add my cs in a bit lol)
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Chimney Swift
i am confusion
Ernst Vogel
Location: TV room
Mentions: No one yet. Stop by and say hello!
It was early in the morning. How early exactly didn't matter much to Ernst, who had stopped paying attention to any part of the schedule that wasn't mandatory. He gingerly held a cup of weak coffee, swirling the contents around with a contemplative frown. Since his mind wasn't a racing, elated wreck this morning, it had reverted to its default state of cold, blasé emptiness. Not quite sad enough to be bleak, but too dysthymic to be simply bored.
Miserable, he thought to himself, reflecting back on these past few days. He kept staring at the coffee, taking in its deep brown color. Compared to tea, coffee had a strangely opaque quality. Ernst wondered why that was, considering they were both prepared using a similar process. It was the only thing he could get himself to think about at the moment, other than the imperfect paint job on the boring white walls or the odd material of the couch cushions. Something to focus his mind on, however trivial, was almost always a great help to Ernst... At least he thought so. He wondered if he'd be allowed to request a book or a computer at some point, to answer his caffeinated beverage queries, or if the staff would find a way to confiscate it as a weapon. Perhaps it would have to wait until they considered Ernst stable enough to return to school. In the meantime, it was back to staring into the now tepid coffee that he realized he had no intention of drinking, waiting for the day to start.
Kyle Fiddler
Location: Hallway
Mentions: No one yet. Stop by and say hello!
Kyle had a strange way of walking.
He always had, really. It was oddly rhythmic, always staring straight ahead as he counted every 4 steps in his head: 1, 2, 3, 4. Every second step was longer than the one before it, carefully extending his foot far enough to just barely touch the third-next tile on the floor. If he lost count or made an error doing this, he would stumble as if his balance were thrown off and he would have to start again.
He wasn't quite sure where he was going. He had started down the hall, gone downstairs, but then had to go upstairs again because going down the stairs felt wrong, and by the time he was upstairs again he'd forgotten what he was doing. He didn't feel like explaining this to any of the personnel, so he just kept pacing up and down the hall, hands tucked into the pockets of his blue flannel pajama trousers. Every few seconds, he would clench and unclench his hands, one after the other. This was a tic, something involuntary that he would have to do. Kyle's life was full of 'have to's. Either way, he was still struggling to find something to do, which was often a recipe for disaster among these patients.
TF81
Elder Member
Evan Parker
Location: Assigned Room.
Evan was in his room, sitting at his desk. Reading one of his favorite books 1984 by George Orwell. He generally kept to himself. Known around the place as "Nosferatu" because of his long fingers. His room had a bulletin board which is where his photos of his parents, friends, His girlfriend, And some photos of his performances. Evan placed a bookmark he had with him inside the book where he left off & closed the book. Placing it back on the shelf. His intrusive thoughts were shooting off in his mind as He walked in & out of his room 17 times before he was temporarily released from his obsessions. He started walking towards the TV room to try & relax. He was wearing a White T-shirt, A Baby-Blue Robe with White pants & Black Slippers.
Evan Parker
Location: TV Room.
Mentioned:
Chimney Swift
Evan opened the door to the TV Room. He spotted Ernst sitting on one of the couches, watching TV. He shut the door behind him & sat down in one of the chairs. Evan greeted Ernst with a calm & happy tone. "Hey, Ernst. How're you doing today?" He asked.
Location: Assigned Room.
Evan was in his room, sitting at his desk. Reading one of his favorite books 1984 by George Orwell. He generally kept to himself. Known around the place as "Nosferatu" because of his long fingers. His room had a bulletin board which is where his photos of his parents, friends, His girlfriend, And some photos of his performances. Evan placed a bookmark he had with him inside the book where he left off & closed the book. Placing it back on the shelf. His intrusive thoughts were shooting off in his mind as He walked in & out of his room 17 times before he was temporarily released from his obsessions. He started walking towards the TV room to try & relax. He was wearing a White T-shirt, A Baby-Blue Robe with White pants & Black Slippers.
Evan Parker
Location: TV Room.
Mentioned:
Chimney Swift
Evan opened the door to the TV Room. He spotted Ernst sitting on one of the couches, watching TV. He shut the door behind him & sat down in one of the chairs. Evan greeted Ernst with a calm & happy tone. "Hey, Ernst. How're you doing today?" He asked.
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Chimney Swift
i am confusion
Ernst Vogel
Location: TV room
Mentions: Evan Parker
TF81
"Hey, Ernst. How're you doing today?"
Ernst glanced up from his dismal styrofoam coffee cup without so much as a 'hello', just a knowing smile. He knew that voice anywhere: Evan, his affably irritating schoolmate. A friend, in a strange sort of way. He thought a bit before replying to the introduction.
"On the mend, I'd say." He said simply, placing the cup on the nearby table. Truth be told, his answer was a bit of a lie, but Ernst saw no benefit in worrying Evan. He had never bothered to ask how Evan had wound up here at Westhaven, but he had his suspicions.
Ernst breathed out a quiet sigh, his fingers picking at a small button on the collar of his polo shirt (Clothes were the first thing Ernst demanded from home. No way was he staying in whatever the hospital provided). " So, care to join me? We have a few minutes before they force food down our throats, so I thought I'd watch Masterpiece Theatre..."
TF81
Elder Member
Evan Parker
Location: TV Room
Mentioned:
Chimney Swift
"Sure." Evan responded gladly to Ernst's offer. "Don't forget the endless amount of pills they force us to consume. Man, You would think if they wanted us to enjoy this place. they would atleast offer better food." Evan said with Disgust while staring at the TV. The food that the hospital provided was very bland, no variety in the flavor. He hated being forced to eat it. But he had to do it, Otherwise, his stomach would make him regret it. He took the locket out of his pocket & opened it. He stared at the two pictures of his mom & girlfriend and sighed sadly as those familiar feelings of sadness & pain surfaced again as did the memories. The locket & the photo of him and his mom belonged to her, She wore it every day when she was overseas. And she passed it down to him as a reminder of her and as a comfort item for whenever he was depressed or in a tough situation. He glanced at Ernst & began to speak quietly "Don't tell anyone that i have this Locket. If the staff finds out, They'll Confiscate it." Evan begged Ernst.
Location: TV Room
Mentioned:
Chimney Swift
"Sure." Evan responded gladly to Ernst's offer. "Don't forget the endless amount of pills they force us to consume. Man, You would think if they wanted us to enjoy this place. they would atleast offer better food." Evan said with Disgust while staring at the TV. The food that the hospital provided was very bland, no variety in the flavor. He hated being forced to eat it. But he had to do it, Otherwise, his stomach would make him regret it. He took the locket out of his pocket & opened it. He stared at the two pictures of his mom & girlfriend and sighed sadly as those familiar feelings of sadness & pain surfaced again as did the memories. The locket & the photo of him and his mom belonged to her, She wore it every day when she was overseas. And she passed it down to him as a reminder of her and as a comfort item for whenever he was depressed or in a tough situation. He glanced at Ernst & began to speak quietly "Don't tell anyone that i have this Locket. If the staff finds out, They'll Confiscate it." Evan begged Ernst.
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crossofjesus
angel
dan belle
He somehow gathered the motivation to actually leave his bed that morning, even if he didn't want to leave his room. He was in scrubs at the moment, which felt weird to him, like he was about to go into some major surgery or something. He wasn't, but that'd be pretty cool.
The ground felt slippery as he walked out of his room and down the hallway to the medicine station. Nobody seemed to notice - or care - about what he was wearing, despite the fact that they were all wearing pretty normal clothes with minor differences (sweatpants without string, even sneakers without laces, which he guessed wouldn't be comfortable to walk around in, but nobody seemed to mind) and he practically stood out like a sore thumb. He supposed that most so-called 'newbies' would wear scrubs. He didn't understand why though. The material, with enough strength was thin enough to rip to turn into a long thin piece of fabric that you could tie into a noose (though, who would want to be found dead half-naked?) it's not like he'd do that though, it was cold enough walking around in this airy attire, cringed at the thought of being cold while like, dying. Also the half-naked part. No thank you.
The ground felt slippery as he walked out of his room and down the hallway to the medicine station. Nobody seemed to notice - or care - about what he was wearing, despite the fact that they were all wearing pretty normal clothes with minor differences (sweatpants without string, even sneakers without laces, which he guessed wouldn't be comfortable to walk around in, but nobody seemed to mind) and he practically stood out like a sore thumb. He supposed that most so-called 'newbies' would wear scrubs. He didn't understand why though. The material, with enough strength was thin enough to rip to turn into a long thin piece of fabric that you could tie into a noose (though, who would want to be found dead half-naked?) it's not like he'd do that though, it was cold enough walking around in this airy attire, cringed at the thought of being cold while like, dying. Also the half-naked part. No thank you.
/coded by allure/
He somehow gathered the motivation to actually leave his bed that morning, even if he didn't want to leave his room. He was in scrubs at the moment, which felt weird to him, like he was about to go into some major surgery or something. He wasn't, but that'd be pretty cool.
The ground felt slippery as he walked out of his room and down the hallway to the medicine station. Nobody seemed to notice - or care - about what he was wearing, despite the fact that they were all wearing pretty normal clothes with minor differences (sweatpants without string, even sneakers without laces, which he guessed wouldn't be comfortable to walk around in, but nobody seemed to mind) and he practically stood out like a sore thumb. He supposed that most so-called 'newbies' would wear scrubs. He didn't understand why though. The material, with enough strength was thin enough to rip to turn into a long thin piece of fabric that you could tie into a noose (though, who would want to be found dead half-naked?) it's not like he'd do that though, it was cold enough walking around in this airy attire, cringed at the thought of being cold while like, dying. Also the half-naked part. No thank you.
The ground felt slippery as he walked out of his room and down the hallway to the medicine station. Nobody seemed to notice - or care - about what he was wearing, despite the fact that they were all wearing pretty normal clothes with minor differences (sweatpants without string, even sneakers without laces, which he guessed wouldn't be comfortable to walk around in, but nobody seemed to mind) and he practically stood out like a sore thumb. He supposed that most so-called 'newbies' would wear scrubs. He didn't understand why though. The material, with enough strength was thin enough to rip to turn into a long thin piece of fabric that you could tie into a noose (though, who would want to be found dead half-naked?) it's not like he'd do that though, it was cold enough walking around in this airy attire, cringed at the thought of being cold while like, dying. Also the half-naked part. No thank you.
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Chimney Swift
i am confusion
Ernst Vogel
location: TV room
mentions: Evan Parker (
TF81
)
"How come? They don't really think you'd strangle yourself on a flimsy little chain, do they?" Ernst replied coolly, switching the television off. This was by no means the first time Ernst had been hospitalized, so he wasn't surprised that Evan didn't know the drill yet. Then again, what you were allowed to have in the ward was largely subjective. Some kids could be awfully creative... he knew some who weren’t allowed to have pencils with erasers. Even Ernst, who wasn't usually too intent on seeing himself bleed, wasn't allowed anything that could be broken into shards, like glass or electronics. "I'm sorry, I don't think that enjoyment is really the goal here. But, back to the point, your secret is safe with me." He smiled calmly, trying not to give off the impression that he was bored to tears by this conversation. That just wouldn't be polite, now would it? Ernst wasn't always warm or compassionate, but he strived for polite. Sometimes that was an easier goal than others.
Kyle Fiddler
location: Hallway
mentions: Dan Belle
crossofjesus
While he mechanically paced back and forth between the halls, Kyle silently studied the other patients milling about. Kyle, an analytical kid at best and an obsessive wreck at worst, made a point of memorizing all the faces, keeping track of the comings and goings of the other patients. If he heard a name or any gossip of information about a person, he would remember it. It wasn't like he could write it down, what with his room being searched constantly. Kyle was classified by some of the staff as a "hoarder", which basically meant that he had no control whatsoever about who was touching and rearranging his things, which somewhat physically hurt him just to think about. But if there was anything that could taking his mind off of obsessions, it was obsessing over something else. So, people-watching it was.
His wide, earthy brown eyes quickly locked on a tall, scrub-clad teen. Fresh out of the ER, Kyle wagered. He didn't know anyone who actually liked wearing those flimsy hospital clothes, so this kid must be new. He looked... tired, mostly. But then again, so did everyone, including the staff. The staff... huh, they're probably on more medication than we are. Lost in his own increasingly diverting train of thoughts, it hadn't really occurred to Kyle that he was probably supposed to at least be looking where he was going...
location: TV room
mentions: Evan Parker (
TF81
)"How come? They don't really think you'd strangle yourself on a flimsy little chain, do they?" Ernst replied coolly, switching the television off. This was by no means the first time Ernst had been hospitalized, so he wasn't surprised that Evan didn't know the drill yet. Then again, what you were allowed to have in the ward was largely subjective. Some kids could be awfully creative... he knew some who weren’t allowed to have pencils with erasers. Even Ernst, who wasn't usually too intent on seeing himself bleed, wasn't allowed anything that could be broken into shards, like glass or electronics. "I'm sorry, I don't think that enjoyment is really the goal here. But, back to the point, your secret is safe with me." He smiled calmly, trying not to give off the impression that he was bored to tears by this conversation. That just wouldn't be polite, now would it? Ernst wasn't always warm or compassionate, but he strived for polite. Sometimes that was an easier goal than others.
Kyle Fiddler
location: Hallway
mentions: Dan Belle
crossofjesus
While he mechanically paced back and forth between the halls, Kyle silently studied the other patients milling about. Kyle, an analytical kid at best and an obsessive wreck at worst, made a point of memorizing all the faces, keeping track of the comings and goings of the other patients. If he heard a name or any gossip of information about a person, he would remember it. It wasn't like he could write it down, what with his room being searched constantly. Kyle was classified by some of the staff as a "hoarder", which basically meant that he had no control whatsoever about who was touching and rearranging his things, which somewhat physically hurt him just to think about. But if there was anything that could taking his mind off of obsessions, it was obsessing over something else. So, people-watching it was.
His wide, earthy brown eyes quickly locked on a tall, scrub-clad teen. Fresh out of the ER, Kyle wagered. He didn't know anyone who actually liked wearing those flimsy hospital clothes, so this kid must be new. He looked... tired, mostly. But then again, so did everyone, including the staff. The staff... huh, they're probably on more medication than we are. Lost in his own increasingly diverting train of thoughts, it hadn't really occurred to Kyle that he was probably supposed to at least be looking where he was going...
Raizel
Doggo of the World
(I would love to do this!)
crossofjesus
angel
(awesome! go ahead and add your cs)
TF81
Elder Member
Evan Parker
Location: TV Room
Mentioned:
Chimney Swift
"Thanks, Ernst. I've been hospitalized twice. And most of the kids at them were basically Macgyver when it came to crafting tools for Self-harm, Also each time I had to give up this Locket for safety reasons. I just don't want that to happen again because i get really upset about it. It's very important to me." Evan explained honestly. To him, giving up this locket felt like he was selling those happy memories to a complete stranger. And he thought of this act as an unforgivable crime. Even though he understood the reason behind it. Evan shook Himself out of his thoughts & hid his sorrow behind a smile. "Ready to head down to the Cafeteria?" Evan asked Ernst as he got off the couch & stopped near the door.
Location: TV Room
Mentioned:
Chimney Swift
"Thanks, Ernst. I've been hospitalized twice. And most of the kids at them were basically Macgyver when it came to crafting tools for Self-harm, Also each time I had to give up this Locket for safety reasons. I just don't want that to happen again because i get really upset about it. It's very important to me." Evan explained honestly. To him, giving up this locket felt like he was selling those happy memories to a complete stranger. And he thought of this act as an unforgivable crime. Even though he understood the reason behind it. Evan shook Himself out of his thoughts & hid his sorrow behind a smile. "Ready to head down to the Cafeteria?" Evan asked Ernst as he got off the couch & stopped near the door.
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sweet lil cinnabun
Quinn Woods
Location: room
intertion: None, come stop by and say hi ! Don't worry, she won't bite
Quinn sat alone on her bed in her neat, nearly empty room, dark circles under her eyes from possibly days without sleep, she glanced at the clock "nnngggh i should head to the cafeteria for some food" she mumbled throwing her legs over the side of the bed and slowly got up before groggily walking down to the cafeteria. Right now she was in an okay mood, in other words, she is tired but there is food involved so she is a bit happier.
Location: room
intertion: None, come stop by and say hi ! Don't worry, she won't bite
Quinn sat alone on her bed in her neat, nearly empty room, dark circles under her eyes from possibly days without sleep, she glanced at the clock "nnngggh i should head to the cafeteria for some food" she mumbled throwing her legs over the side of the bed and slowly got up before groggily walking down to the cafeteria. Right now she was in an okay mood, in other words, she is tired but there is food involved so she is a bit happier.
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xXSunnyXx
sweet lil cinnabun
(anyone on? just curious)
TF81
Elder Member
(Yup)
xXSunnyXx
sweet lil cinnabun
(cool!, just joined this Rp so i was wondering lol)
xXSunnyXx
sweet lil cinnabun
(y'all wanna continue or wait for
crossofjesus
?)
crossofjesus
?)
Raizel
Doggo of the World
(I need approved before I can ^~^)
xXSunnyXx
sweet lil cinnabun
(oh, that sucks)
TF81
Elder Member
xXSunnyXx
sweet lil cinnabun
(yeah... -hope she gets on soon lol-)
Raizel
Doggo of the World
Aoba Seragaki
Location: Room
Mention: XXXXX
A flowering heat behind golden green eyes, they were practically yellow, as the man brushed out his blue black, almost charcoal gray hair. He was a beauty compared to most, his body having nearly no blemishes, and the parts that did he covered with makeup.... a perfectionist. He suffered from Panic Disorder- getting attacks often when near the nurses and doctors and being to,d things he didn’t want to hear - , Atelophobia (Perfectionism... he even dared to cut blemishes off others, even if they weren’t actual problems with them....) and Fregoli... Fregoli is where someone would mistake multiple other people for the same person, but in disguise... often think that those people are one person trying to trick them...
The boy is aggressive, eager to attack others if he feels that they might be more attractive than him or... in the lime light. For this reason, he isn’t often seen near others, even when going to eat meals. Such as he was going to do right now, being allowed out after he finished his fifth brushing of his hair.
Location: Room
Mention: XXXXX
A flowering heat behind golden green eyes, they were practically yellow, as the man brushed out his blue black, almost charcoal gray hair. He was a beauty compared to most, his body having nearly no blemishes, and the parts that did he covered with makeup.... a perfectionist. He suffered from Panic Disorder- getting attacks often when near the nurses and doctors and being to,d things he didn’t want to hear - , Atelophobia (Perfectionism... he even dared to cut blemishes off others, even if they weren’t actual problems with them....) and Fregoli... Fregoli is where someone would mistake multiple other people for the same person, but in disguise... often think that those people are one person trying to trick them...
The boy is aggressive, eager to attack others if he feels that they might be more attractive than him or... in the lime light. For this reason, he isn’t often seen near others, even when going to eat meals. Such as he was going to do right now, being allowed out after he finished his fifth brushing of his hair.
xXSunnyXx
sweet lil cinnabun
Quinn woods
Location: the hallway
interaction: Aoba Seragaki (
Raizel
)
she walked like a bit of a zombie though the bright white hallway, she happend to notice someone on their way to the cafeteria as well "hello, i'm Quinn" she said, the red-head was soft spoken and average in most ways besides her long red hair and being tall in height. the other however, seemed to have a lot of cosmetics in, blue -nearly grey- hair, and seemed to be asian
Location: the hallway
interaction: Aoba Seragaki (
Raizel
)she walked like a bit of a zombie though the bright white hallway, she happend to notice someone on their way to the cafeteria as well "hello, i'm Quinn" she said, the red-head was soft spoken and average in most ways besides her long red hair and being tall in height. the other however, seemed to have a lot of cosmetics in, blue -nearly grey- hair, and seemed to be asian
Raizel
Doggo of the World
Aoba Seragaki
Location: Hallway—> Cafeteria
Interaction: Quinn Woods
xXSunnyXx
Blinking as someone talked to him, his eyes gazed over at the woman with a huff. “Listen here.... Quinn was it? Nice to meet you and all, but I don’t think you want to.... interact with me...” He was looking up at her, the one downside (but he didn’t really see it that way, he enjoyed his looks and height) was that he was only maybe 5’6. “Mmm... I am Aoba.... do you want to eat something together? Since you don’t seem frightened?”
Location: Hallway—> Cafeteria
Interaction: Quinn Woods
xXSunnyXx
Blinking as someone talked to him, his eyes gazed over at the woman with a huff. “Listen here.... Quinn was it? Nice to meet you and all, but I don’t think you want to.... interact with me...” He was looking up at her, the one downside (but he didn’t really see it that way, he enjoyed his looks and height) was that he was only maybe 5’6. “Mmm... I am Aoba.... do you want to eat something together? Since you don’t seem frightened?”
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