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Klarusia Institute (Accepting) (Really Need Orderlies)
RULES:
1) No cybering, please. Romance is encouraged, though--any type of couple is welcome! (Boy-girl, boy-boy, girl-girl, adult-teen, adult-child...but be appropriate, please.) Make it interesting! 2) NO. TEXT. TALK. This is a pet peeve of mine. 3) No god-modding. 4) Be courteous. (Swearing is allowed; come on, I'm not five. XD) 5) Don't bash other people. It's not nice. 6) If you are an orderly or are a patient who's escaped, you are not limited to just the Institute. Explore Klarusia, too, if this is the situation. 7) Violence is allowed. If you have a problem with very gory situations beforehand, by all means, voice it and we will all try to avoid descriptive gore. 8) PM me your character profile (s) before you post anything here. I will either approve or disapprove. (I may tell you why and how to fix it, if you can.) If I approve, you have the go-ahead to start. 9) If you're just starting, please re-read through all the existing posts so you know what's going on. RULES FOR ORDERLIES: 1) You may be employed by the Institute, but you are not God because of it. Obey the rules! 2) You can have relationships with patients as well as other orderlies. 3) Should a patient escape, you may give chase and bring them back. 4) You are allowed to torture or physically harm a patient if they are disrespectful, nasty, or disobey rules. There must be a reason for the abuse, or you will get in trouble with a higher-up. 5) You can grant patients their freedom if you can get two other orderlies to assess and approve them. 6) You can either live in Klarusia or live in the Institute's employee quarters. This is where you will go at the end of your shift if you don't want to spend time with patients. RULES FOR PATIENTS: 1) Your escapes must be pre-planned and well-thought-out. You can't just randomly jump out a window or run out the entrance. 2) Unless you are a high-risk patient, you are allowed in the patient lounge at any time during the day. 3) Along with your fellow patients, you sleep in a large, co-ed age-indifferent compound with hundreds and hundreds of bunk beds lined up next to each other. Each of you is assigned a bunk-mate who takes the free bunk. 4) The orderlies are allowed to boss you around if you're disobedient or mouthy. Deal with it. 5) There must be a valid reason why you were admitted to the Institute. Explain in detail in the profile skeleton provided. 6) You can have relationships with orderlies as well as other patients. How the Institute Tells It: Salutations. Welcome to the Klarusia Institute. Here, we aim to make our patients better people and better prepare them for society. We give them second chances at being good, wholesome people and 'fix' any errors. We believe that it is our duty to make sure our patients leave treatment happy, healthy, and perfect human beings. We hope you enjoy your stay. The Truth: Klarusia, the isolated island community around this Institute, is made out to be a blissful utopia. In fact, the people there are mindless followers of the government and have no free will; no ambition at all. The few that do resist this lifestyle are brought to the Institute to be 'fixed.' They aren't tortured unless they misbehave, and they are 'retaught' the ways of mindless Klarusian life. Usually, patients of this Institute are released back into Klarusia feeling blissful. Sometimes, however, there are patients that, in the Institute's eyes, will never be a working part of Klarusian society. People that are not and never will be 'normal' and 'perfect.' This is where they're all thrown into... CHARACTER SKELETON: Don't Forget It! : (Full Name) Pulling My Strings... : (Username Of Role-Player) Shades Of Gra--Oh Wait... : (Color Of Text For Character) This Many Candles... : (Age and Birthday) Close-Up! : (Picture and Short Physical Description) In My Pants! : (Gender) In Their Pants! : (Sexual Orientation) Let Me Lay It Out For You... : (Reason For Admittance or Employment) A Glimpse Into The Past... : (Short Biography) My Spare Time! : (Hobbies and Talents) There's More? : (Other Information) Please send me your character bio in this format in your PM. Have fun, and please obey my rules. |
ORDERLIES:
Don't Forget It! : Termad Apollon Pulling My Strings... : Mira-Charma13 Shades Of Gra--Oh Wait... : Pink This Many Candles... : Nineteen, October 23rd Close-Up! : http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/o...g?t=1268092643 Short with spiky white hair, pinkish eyes, and pale skin. Wears dull gray, black, and white clothing. In My Pants! : Male In Their Pants! : Gay Let Me Lay It Out For You... : Forcefully overthrew the last Warden of the Institute to become the new Warden. Has been here ever since. A Glimpse Into The Past... : He was born outside of Klarusia. He always wanted things under his control, people included. He wanted people to be obedient little sheep that would do whatever he said whenever he said it. This is how he gained interest in the Institute. He tricked the previous Warden into letting him in for a friendly game of cards. In an hours' time, the old Warden had mysteriously gone missing and had apparently named Termad his successor. He is not human--he emigrated to Klarusia from an overseas Kingdom of vampires. My Spare Time! : Card games, Torture, Intimidating people, Playing pranks on people, Pandas There's More? : He is a vampire that is rumored to have the ability to drive people mad. He is also the Warden of the Institute. ---------- PATIENTS: Don't Forget It! : Charmase Basia Pulling My Strings... : Mira-Charma13 Shades Of Gra--Oh Wait... : Light Green This Many Candles... : Sixteen, April 6th Close-Up! : http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/o...g?t=1268042970 Small and thin, with bright blonde hair reaching to his shoulders, rainbow-colored eyes, and pale, slightly-freckled skin. Wears a lot of bright, weird clothing. In My Pants! : Male In Their Pants! : Bisexual Let Me Lay It Out For You... : He was considered too 'weird' by his parents at the age of two and brought in for examination. He was determined to have multiple personalities, bipolar disorder, and manic depression and was admitted into the Institute's custody. Actually, the Institute just placed him there because he was incredibly strange, bright, and free-willed. A Glimpse Into The Past... : He was born into life as any other Klarusian baby was. However...he was destined for trouble with the limited lifestyle his parents had brought him into. He was very free-willed and artsy, and he was also very bright. He was curious by nature and wanted to know everything. Even at the age of two, this scared his parents--he was able to walk and talk, a bit brokenly, already and was asking them questions about everything he could properly pronounce. His parents were afraid of him, and took him to the Institute, where he was immediately imprisoned. He has been there ever since, for fourteen years. My Spare Time! : All forms of art, reading, dancing, singing, fashion There's More? : Charmase has the peculiar power to change his eye color at will. Quote:
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((Okay I shall attempt to start this XD))
The morning sun shined through one of the cracks in the wall, it had been clawed at for so many years that now the outside could be seen. There was the faint sound of nature ascending through the room from the outside. The sound was deafening to her sensitive ears, awaking her from the dreamless dreams. It was a rare occurence that she, Rayne Marianna, could actually sleep a full night without any of her crazy nightmares or occurences of slipping into another's mind. At night it was the worst, through her dream she could locate others and see what they were seeing, without any control. Unfortunately in this 'Institute', more comfortably known as the Asylum, well atleast to her, had some of the worst people around, causing her nightmares to only become worse. She had suffered from this ability since she was young, mind reading was what she had figured out from the minds of those who experimented upon her seven years ago. They realized she had been different and could not be controlled outside these walls even if she suffered from a blindness that she suffered from since birth. Although, her being blind was not all bad, she had better hearing and other senses and had a pretty acute memory, especially seen through the eyes of others. However, on mornings like this she wished nothing more to be able to open her eyes and see the morning sun with her own eyes, not just those of others. Rayne yawned loudly as she sat up in her uncomfortable bunk. There was noise all around her, those speaking aloud and those thinking in their heads. Many were just noises and random thoughts of those who had terrible disabilities. One struck her hard, making her grab her head and shut her eyes. It was one of the patients who had brutally murdered their parents when their rage took over. Rayne could feel not only the pain of doing such a horrible act, but also the anger this person had had. This was one of the reason she was stuck in here, her moods went haywire at some points when someone had a very strong emotion and she was in her head. It was like her mind fed on it and brought it into her body so that it could read it. It was torturous and quite irritating. |
It was going to be another wonderful day.
Yes, another day of 'fixing.' Termad didn't really care about the welfare of the Klarusian people. Hell, he'd seen more intelligence displayed from a herd of cattle than from these idiots. However, it was an opportunity he simply couldn't pass up. For what if he could gain control of this brainwashed rabble? Oh, it would be a joyous day, indeed. All those willing, obedient subjects, ready to follow and obey at a moment's notice--what more could he ask for? There would hardly be room for error. His eyes narrowed a bit as he continued staring out the window of his office--the large one that overlooked the churning gray sea. He stroked the head of his favorite stuffed panda--he was obsessed with the chessboard-colored creatures. Speaking of errors...this Institute was full of them. Free-willed, strange people who always asked ambitious, far-reaching questions...people with disabilities...unruly children, the lot of them. In all honesty, Termad would rather have them exterminated than waste all this money trying to fix them. But the facts remained prevalent. There weren't that many people in Klarusia to begin with, and if he wanted a strong society, he would have to preserve as many of them as he possibly could. And besides...he liked tormenting people into submission--it was a hobby of his. He liked the feisty ones the most... ---------- It didn't take all that long for Charmase to wake up. This place was full of loud people, after all--some of them even talked to themselves sometimes. Charmase was fascinated with the great array of people that lived here--he would always enjoy sitting down and listening to their stories, despite all the madness that went on around him on a daily basis. After a moment of just laying there in bed, he sat up, stretching his skinny arms out. Today was a new day! He wondered if there would be any new patients today, or any new activities the nicer orderlies had in store for them today. Every day was a new adventure for him. He wasn't stupid--not at all. He just simply couldn't see the bad in people. Even the Warden--Panda Man, as Charmase affectionately called him--didn't seem to be a bad person to him. Everyone was good deep down, he always said. Everyone wanted to be nice to everyone else. Some people just didn't know how to be nice. Charmase rubbed at his eyes and glanced around at his fellow patients. He was aware that some of the patients here actually did have genuine problems, but a lot of them were thrown in here for the same reason he was--they asked too many questions, and they were too 'strange' and 'not normal.' Sometimes, these people were driven insane because they were put in here. It was very sad. Despite all the time he'd spent here--fourteen years and...two or three months--he'd never gotten a bunk-mate. The others said he babbled in his sleep about strange things--non-existent lands under the sea, filled with strange creatures and brightly-colored plants...castles in the sky ruled by winged children...strange things, indeed. He did get along with the rest of the patients and some of the orderlies during the day, though. He was well-liked, for the most part. He just wished someone would listen to his odd stories, for once...people seemed intimidated by the creative things he spewed from his mouth... Oh well. Today was a new day. Maybe he could make a new friend today! |
With everyone in motion, it would be time to get up anyways, otherwise the really crazy ones would force you awake with their rampant screams or incessant poking. Quite a few of them had OCD about people sleeping in till a certain time, that being specifically 7 A.M.
Rayne yawned loudly, causing several people around her to cry out and cover their ears. After so many years of being locked in this place, several people had adopted quirks and pet peeves like yawning. This place could make people go insane if they are weak willed or weak minded, it was simple as how long one could hold out. She opened her eyes wide, except darkness still appeared everywhere, this is what she had expected every day since she was born. She knew nothing of true color except for what others have seen, or what nature can look like to her. With her ability she can see the outside world through another's eyes, however it was in their own perception and was often crowded with thoughts. It made it fustrating when she can see the outside world but never really reach it. Today, however, she would not fret about the disabilities she could not change, but look towards something better. Although she had been within this place for over seven years, she had not been a very...well friendly person. She did not have a bunkmate because of her night terrors and also because many tended to stay away from her. They were afraid of her because she could see into who they really were and that was the greatest fear of many. They could fear imaginary monsters and the voices in their heads, but in reality they feared if anyone actually saw within their head, even if they had a problem or they don't. Not many wish others to see what goes on in the workings in their head, and those around her had heard the stories about her. She moved from the bunk, using her normal senses to guide her away from other people and objects. Her opaque eyes shifted side to side, even though they were completely useless, she still felt as if she needed to use them regularly. Everyday she still hoped that she would one day see, and today was no change. The people around her shifted uncomfortably as she came near, most were clinically insane, however a few were just normal people that had been different. She had never been on the best of terms with anyone, except for maybe one person. |
Charmase hopped out of his top bunk, ignoring the flailing and cries of nearby patients--he knew they weren't angry and meant no harm--and stretched. He was hoping to spend his time in the lounge today and possibly sneak in to see the high-risk patients. He often was the only person they ever got to speak to besides the orderlies that attended to them, and besides, he felt sorry for them because they were all cooped up in their cells and had to wear those constricting jackets.
Charmase was not a bad boy, but he found some if not all of the Institute's rules too harsh and ended up breaking them on an almost-daily basis. He often got punished for this, but that was okay. No matter how much they hurt him, they would never take away his identity. He was a curious boy by nature and liked to push his luck when it came to the unknown. He'd once been caught outside by the orderlies, picking flowers in a nearby home's garden. When they brought him back, he ended up giving the bright pink flowers he picked to Termad--who was a sucker for flowers--and had gotten off the hook. He knew, however, if he got caught outside again...the results would not be as pretty. He shuffled over towards the door to the lounge and looked around, feeling a little lonely. |
Rayne manuevered through the crowd of people who were either chatting quietly with eachother or were talking to themselves. Their conversations ranged from anything of their imaginary friends to escape plans, however those could have possibly been within their heads. It was hard to tell the difference between the mind in voice, especially when they both speak of different things.
Luckily, there was the lounge which was free to anyone who was able to get there or allowed there. Those in high control areas was not really allowed to mixed with the others in fear they may harm or screw up the other patients. However, for Rayne it just made sure she did not have to see all the awful things they could be thinking or had done in the past. Just once she had seen someone actually eat another alive when one was brought in. It made her sick and caused her into the infimary for a week because they believed she was having stress sickness. As she arrived into the lounge, she strained to hear if anyone was around, there were few voices as it was still early. Through out the day it would get more filled, except few patients were entirely afraid of the room so it was definitely less crowded then the sleeping area. Rayne made her way to the seats in the room, where she could rest easily and hopefully get a little bit of drawing done. Although she could not see, she still drew images of what she thought things looked like. It was blind conture, something that most could not even try to do without peeking, except for her it was impossible. |
Charmase glanced around for a while, observing the other patients, and then slipped out into the lounge. He liked that this area had a window. Nowhere else could he sit and peer outside, even if it was through thick steel bars. He loved nature.
He was glad to see that for the moment, there weren't any orderlies in the room. He liked and tolerated most of them, but there were a few he knew could get violent and had tempers...so he kept an eye out for them. These orderlies, as well as the others and a lot of the patients, seemed to like taunting him about his looks. Okay, okay--he did look really, really feminine, but that wasn't an invitation for teasing! Unless it was playful, of course. He preferred this teasing to the violence the orderlies usually displayed towards him, though, so it was a good thing, at times. He sat down on the windowsill and stared outside, smiling. His thoughts wandered as he did so. He had very weird and vivid imagination. The orderlies would get angry at patients if they used art to draw and paint things that could never happen or didn't exist, so he usually kept his thoughts restricted to his mind. At the moment, he was imagining a world of mermaids underwater. They all lived in a bright coral reef filled with fish and spent their days dancing and singing. It was a lovely thought... |
"Lets see now.. How to go how to go.. I wonder should I go Left? No? Okay I'll take— Wait Yes to left now? Ugh. Make up your mind Rand—What?! No.. I just want to— Will you shut up! Jesus. I don't want to keep hearing your voice any— What the Fuck! Seriously Randy! Leave me the Fuck alone before I— No.. Wait, why? No I was just going to go out— What do you mean it wont work!? Ugh!" Neo sat slightly curled up in the corner of a room, rocking slightly and mumbling to himself, every once and a while his head would raise as he spoke, as if he was replying to someone that was standing right in front of him. Of course to him there was someone standing there, and that was the reason that he would continue talking to them despite anyone trying to convince him that they weren't there. It was a rare occurrence that he would actually speak to one of those that he would see. Normally they were hideous victims of one crime or another he committed. Randy in particular was a man he had met in his early years of killing. He had attacked the man from behind, actually managing to remove one of the major delicacies of the body, the heart. The man was still alive, though his neck was broken until his heart was removed. Neo frowns slightly, his face creasing at odd areas, a sign of not showing much frowning in his day. It seemed that he had a lot more joy then sorrow. "Fuck off Randy. I don't want to talk to you anymore— No! Don't continue talking, I said go away!" He says, his finally words entering a normal tone, as the heat of the corner heightens, the walls themselves becoming singed slightly with the full display of anger. His emotions stirring, a new persona emerging from within the mentally shattered folds that were Neo's being as he rose to his feet and thrust his whole body towards the imaginary man. The heat raising further into a spark of flame, and soon he was not seeing Randy anymore. Boy he had grown tired of seeing that mangled man, with the ribcage ripped through plain black shirt, still looking like he was freshly killed. With the anger subsiding, the still angry persona of Neo slowly began walking with a slightly odd swaying motion as he walks. The tiles beneath his feet singing with marks of soot before cooling over swiftly as he walks away. The only real damage he had caused was to the corner, and that was just cosmetics and nothing more.
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The picture simply came to her, it was beautiful, something she had never quite seen before. There were small fish swimming around the most colorful objects that she had ever seen. They were all different colors and shapes, commonly reminding her of sponges. The small fish moved silently through the objects, brushing their fins upon the sponges, and then the piture froze. It was perfect to draw, although she had a feeling that this was not her own memory as she had never seen something like this. However, it inspired her to throw her pencil across the page and caress it like there was nothing else in the world.
Rayne kept drawing across the page, not really knowing if it actually looked good, but she drew from that simple picture. Unfortunately, she was unable to tell color from color so she refrained from using them, instead she replaced it with a black charcoal crayon. It could easily be blended and swift across the paper. Finally, after several minutes of drawing, she dropped the charcoal and sighed. What she would not do to be able to see what she actually had drawn. Unfortunately it was short lived as people began to enter the lounge. Suddenly, her mind was flooded with disturbing thoughts and images. She had left it open to see the picture and now it was catching everything. She lightly cried out and placed her head between her hands with her eyes closed tight. "Get out!" She growled, forcing her mind to shut out all of the noise. This was one of the problems for why she was here, well besides the fact that she was different. She was considered a schizophrenia and sometimes she was, the voices in her head sometimes made her believe she was nuts. It also caused problems to her nervous system which caused her to feel little pain. She could feel terrible inflicting pain, sometimes, however other times she could barely feel anything. It made her feel cold inside, and a bit lonely. |
Charmase swayed back and forth a little bit, humming. A few other patients stared at him. Of course, this was common. His odd behavior always attracted stares and ridicule from the other patients. He simply brushed it off, small hands smoothing out his shirt.
He was growing bored. And that was not a good thing. Having Charmase Basia bored in such a confined environment could only lead to trouble. He ambled around the lounge idly, walking past the couches. He started to daydream again...this time about tigers in Indian jungles, muscles rippling as they sprinted across the night-filled tropics, back home. He sure wished he had somewhere safe and comfortable to run to... |
Suddenly, her mind opened up again, images blazing through. Some of the images were from the patients who suffered from mental illness, causing their screaming and tortures to fight through her self-councious. However, she caught sight of images that reminded her of before.
Rayne saw images of India, from what she could infer from the thoughts and pictures. There was a tiger within the jungle with its lean body and preying eyes. It was in search of food, as it always was, just on the hunt for excitement. Its instincts commanded it to prey on those smaller and weaker, while its body reacted. Such a elegant and powerful creature, it was opposite to those of the fish which were beautiful yet weak. "India is so beautiful." She muttered to herself quietly. She could sense that someone was near, the sound of their breathing impounding her ears. She looked dimly forward, for her unseeing eyes never truly knew where forward was. She gripped her charcoal again, attempting to freeze the picture so that she could perhaps draw it. |
Charmase simply wandered about the lounge, near the couches, and sat down on one of the occupied ones, as far away from the other occupant as possible. He didn't want to intrude or be rude, after all.
He continued to imagine. Imagination was one of the only things that kept him going these days. He dropped the tiger thought and began to create a city in the sky in his head, run by gold-skinned, winged cherubs. The wind would carry the sound of their music through the countless cities below the skies, harpsichords blended with the wailing sounds of their singing. He imagined that they would have nightly galas and waltz the night away under a sky filled with bright stars... |
Cadence grunts, annoyed, not really wanting to get up. After a few minutes he finally gets up and throws on clothes. He then wanders out into the lounge. He leans against the wall, folding his arms. He lurks there watching everyone and everything in the room. He seems content lurking alone. It's almost like he could fade into the wallpaper and be happy.
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Charmase continued to wander around, mind lost in a world of wonderful, colorful fiction. As he wandered, he bumped into a rather tall man lurking around near the wall.
Immediately, he bowed a bit. "My apologies, my friend," he murmured. He sounded like a girl. Too much like a girl. "I was daydreaming. Please don't alert the orderlies..." |
Cadence glances down at him. "It's fine, spacey. I don't feel like dealing with those assholes." He shrugs a bit, still looking down at him.
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Charmase looked a little perturbed by the nickname as he straightened himself out again.
"Um. Sorry, that's not my name. You must have mistaken me for someone else." He extends a hand, seeming very innocent. "My name is Charmase." He tilted his head a bit. "I don't think I've seen you before. What's your name?" He seemed...a little too friendly for someone who's been cooped up in this place for so long. |
Cadence stares at his hand before shaking it slowly. "I'm Cadence. If you say the name's girly I will have no issue hitting you." He leans back against the wall slightly.
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"Names should not have genders," Charmase replied dreamly, raising his arms in the air and spinning around slowly. "Names are not what give us our identities. Our natures are. We are all special, individual creatures. That is how the world is, and how it always will be."
It seemed like he...went off like this...quite often. |
Cadence stares at him. "Can I have some of whatever you're on?" He's completely serious.
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Charmase stared back, tilting his head.
"What do you mean?" The question sounded completely sincere. He then, amazingly, looked down at his feet and lifted them seperately. "I'm not standing on anything." |
Cadence rolls his eyes. "I meant drugs. What drugs are you on? And I want some." His lips quirk into a quick smile.
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"Oh," Charmase replied, scratching his head. "I don't use them. They make my diabetic state worse."
Charmase was always very insecure about his diabetes. He worried that because of the little amount of food and nutrition he got in this place, he would get sick and die. |
Cadence raises an eyebrow. "Then you're naturally this strange?" He says this all very bluntly and without really thinking.
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Charmase smiled.
"No one in this world is strange, and no one is normal." Once again, he raised his arms a bit. This seemed to be a sign that he was going to start rambling again. "We are all unique and wonderful in our special ways. And yet, we are all the same. Life is such a beautiful thing...so many variations..." |
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