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Name: Simon Harrow
Age: 26
Race: Gifted Human
Bio: Simon lives alone in a small apartment for his own peace of mind. He was born with the power to read minds, and finds it useful sometimes, but at others he would rather keep away. He finds the clinically insane to be the most interesting, since he can quite literally never tell what they might be thinking next. For this reason he spends his free time volunteering at asylums.

Appearance:


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Simon walked along the hall toward where the newest patient had just been dropped off, shoulder bag with him to carry around his journal and laptop. Both of which were used primarily for work with the patients here at the asylum. After getting the news this morning of the new patient, he had spent some time setting up a new folder and profile for her on his laptop. He'd be able to fill it in some more after he got to know the girl.

He quickly punched in the code on the girl's door and peeked in first, just in case. He kept his other hand hidden behind him, prepared to draw out the taser that was made standard equipment for anyone who worked here. "Hello...?" he called into the stark white room.

Name: Asheton Lane Mortimer
Age: 23
bio: Only a few years ago on her senior year Lane began to see people, things, it started in the school hallway when she saw a janitor that had been burned in a fire a few years ago, unaware or her ability to see the dead she began to run and scream down the halls, trying to get away from the trapped spirit, ending up cornered in a class room where a teacher tried to calm her, but when he failed he restrained her and had her committed. they diagnosed her a a schitzo, and over the time in her little white room she began to realize that she was actually seeing the deceased, interacting with spirits that never passed on to the other side, and does her best to try and help them cross over, if she can.

Appearance:


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Lane sat in her little white room, staring at the opposite wall with a bored expression, listening to a dead girl's whining in a corner as she clawed at her arm, trying to bleed herself to death. The scene really didn't bother Lane, by now she was used to it. the cutting, clawing, biting, watching them be put down. It was a typical day at the asylum for her...

Until she heard another voice in the room and she glanced over at the door. Oh yay, a visitor. She usually got on once a month since her dad couldn't come, too busy running for congress to come see his "incsane" daughter, so he usually send one of his lackies to come see her, usually with a piece of candy or something as a gift, but this was one of them she hadn't met before, and besides, her monthly visitor had already came and gone, so who was this person standing at the door?

Shrugging it off she gave a slight wave, realizing the hand behind his back and rolled her eyes. Tazers, emergency sedatives, all things she's seen the visitors come in with, and once again, one of the things that really didn't bother her. "Hi..." she said and looked over at him again. "Planning on tazering me?" she asked, laying down on the white bed and looking over at a long since passed insomniac that just started screaming by a wall and clenched her teeth, feeling a slight head ache coming on. Insomniacs, of all the people that could have popped up, there has to be a screaming insomniac! She whined mentally.

Simon smiled at her answer and left the taser tucked in his belt as he walked into the room, leaving the door open just a crack. "Not unless I have to," he answered. The girl surprised him a little. She looked pretty normal, as far as patients around here go. Maybe he had caught her at a good time? He doubted she would've been put in here by accident. This asylum usually conducted pretty thorough checks on their patients. Had the moment she snapped at the school just been out of too much pressure?

Simon leaned against the wall beside her bed, due to the lack of chairs for safety. "I bet you've had visitors before, by the look on your face. I have no where else to go, so you can talk or not. I'm just here to take notes," he said with a smile, opening his bag to take out the journal. As he did so, he reached into her mind to try and decipher her true thoughts....

Well, this is interesting. Who are these other people she's thinking of? She seems to think someone else is in the room too. The image she has in her mind is fuzzy. Looks to be a man though. The form is writhing and screaming for some reason. I can't figure it out. Had she always had a habit of seeing imaginary people...?

Lane nodded and thought for a moments. She really had nothing important to say, and she wasn't one for talking about the people she saw, nor what they did, what their problems were, if they were put down or not. She usually tried her hardest to ignore them and act normal, so she could get out of there and go back to art school, and try to live a relatively normal life.

"My dad sends one of his lackies every month to see me, since he can't come in person." She said with and shrug. "Not really much else to say." she said honestly and watched him take notes and than saw a girl pop up behind him than fade. She looked like she had just recently died, by the way she couldn't stay in one spot without her form flickering and slowly fading out before popping back up.

Simon jotted down that bit of information, along with the note on her tendency to see imaginary people. "So, did it pressure you at all to not be able to be close to your dad?" he asked, looking back at her. A flicker of something in her mind caught his attention. Another figure of some sort, apparently right behind him. It seemed to have been a girl, but it went away too fast for him to make sure. He instinctively glanced behind him, then focused back on Lane.

"No, and honestly I don't care. Not a little kid I don't need him taking care of me like one." she said and watched the girl flicker a few more times before rolling her eyes and giving the girl and mentally pushed the girl until she wasn't visible anymore.
She sat back, hands behind her head and looking over at him, arching an eyebrow. "Anything else?" she asked, not rudely as she began to mumble the lyrics to her favorite song.

Huh. So it wasn't her dad that could have caused her to snap. One more reason to rule out, but so many more to ask about. She didn't look at all interested in answering questions either. No patient did, to be honest with himself. All of them would rather be alone. So, very cautiously, he moved to sit down on the end of her bed as far from touching her as possible. Makes for letting the patient know that they have a friend. At least, most of the time. He'd be lying to say he hadn't been punched once or twice before, even with his mind reading powers.

"So, would like to tell me the story of how this all happened?" he asked, keeping his voice light and friendly.

She nodded and bit her lip, her annoyance was about to reach it's highest point. "Ok, look, I don't have rabies, and I don't intend to punch, bitch slap, kick you, or anything like that. And i promise i won;t tackle you to the ground and rip out your neck, I don't have that big of a vampire fetish at the moment." she said and sighed and shook her head. "No, I don't want to talk about it." she mumbled and ran her fingers through her hair.

Simon blinked back at her, not sure of what to say. "I...I never implied that you would," he replied. He didn't remember ever getting a reaction like that before. He reached back into her mind, but only found a rising sense of frustration, soon to be anger, if it kept up. His introduction hadn't gone as smooth as he hoped. He couldn't help that now though. Trying to fix it would only make things more complicated.

He sighed and stood back up, tucking all his materials back into his bag. "Sorry to upset you," he apologized with a nod. "I'll see you tomorrow then." Hopefully then she would be in a much better mood, and possibly more talkative. Until then, she seemed to just need some time to cool off.

She rolled her eyes. "It doesn't take brain science to know when someone expects to be hit..." she mumbled and looked at the opposite wall for a few moments and sighed. Maybe she should talk to him about it... Or maybe he would just be another person to think she was completely and totally insane.

She sighed and looked over at him for a moment. "The first time I saw someone, I'd seen a school janitor that had died in a fire twenty years before..." she said finally.

Simon looked back at her just as he reached the door to the small room. He had expected as much, given the images he had seen in her mind. "How did you react?" he asked.

"I freaked, naturally... Did you expect me to do the jig with a half-charred spirit?" she asked him and rubbed her temples. "Ran away y3elling and screaming, got cornered and a teacher ended u[ sneaking up on me, which freaked me out more, and than I got carted away to this padded white room. How fun!" she said with a sarcastic rolled of her eyes.