~ACCEPTED PROFILES~

ORDERLIES:
I Go By… : Kemelen Aldric.
Aren't I Beautiful? :
I'm Controlled By... : Arcturus Sinclair Red
How Many Years, Now? : June 14th Age: 20
Ready, Set… : Element.
In My Pants! : Male.
In Their Pants! : Straight
Armed And Dangerous! : Katana, power of control.
I’ve Got A Weakness For… : Has an afinity for hats.
I Can Do So Much! : Can control people.
Why'd You Bring Me Here? : Kemlen came when it first opened and has been there ever since.
Autobiography! : Kemlen was born in Somerled. He always was good at keeping people calm, and thought he would be a good asset at the Institute.He also needed money, seeing how he's been hiding from the power of the king of Somerled.

PATIENTS:
I Go By… : Cadence David Kyrell.
Aren't I Beautiful? :
I'm Controlled By... : Arcturus Sinclair. Dark green.
How Many Years, Now? : 19. July 26th
Ready, Set… : Vampire.
In My Pants! : Male
In Their Pants! : Bisexual.
Armed And Dangerous! : Mental powers, bite.
I’ve Got A Weakness For… : Has trouble with emotions, also any mention of his sister.
I Can Do So Much! : Playing the piano, dancing and is very manipulative, and can feel peoples emotions and uses that.
Why'd You Bring Me Here? : One day I was sitting on the curb after my shift at the club I worked at, and the next thing I remember is standing in the middle of the street and a car swerving to avoid me. Someone must have called the cops and they brought me here. Turns out I got all sorts of mental issues like, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Bipolar Disorder, Night Terrors and Sadistic Personality Disorder.
Autobiography! : Ah, so you're interested about my life. Well, I'm sorry to say it's not a happy story. For as long as I can remember I was abused by my father. But when I was around...nine, I believe, I started fighting back. It was the only thing I could do. My mother never did anything to try to help me. When I was thirteen and my older sister Risa was fifteen, I convinced her to leave home. We lived on the street for about a year. Until we were attacked by two men. She...was raped and killed in front of me. I was being raped as it happened. I still relive that day in my nightmares. Or night terrors as they’re called.

Originally Posted by Amaya Mori

I Go By… : Kayley Ann Valley
Aren't I Beautiful? :
I'm Controlled By... : Amaya Mori : Magenta
How Many Years, Now? : 18, December 7
Ready, Set… : Seer
In My Pants! : Female
In Their Pants! : Bi
Armed And Dangerous! : black belt in tae kwon do.
I’ve Got A Weakness For… : musicals and horror films.
I Can Do So Much! : Well I can see the future for starters though I have no control over what I see or when I see it. I also paint in my spare time.
Why'd You Bring Me Here? : My aunt and uncle thought I was crazy because I “claimed” to have visions. Autobiography! : Other then the fact that one occasion I would black out and see a horrible accident or what the weather was going to be like the next day I lived the average barely noticed life. Because I have this uncontrolled urge- and I have tried to fight it but I just end up feeling guilty- to stop the bad things I see from happening I would sneak out. This would end with me breaking curfew and coming home with cuts and bruises. So since I was already being labeled as a bad kid it didn’t take much for my crazy aunt and her husband to plant the seed that I was crazy in my parents head. When I turned 16 and had a vision of my parents dying in a car accident I told them. Now was labeled delusional by the old bat. To sum up the rest of the story my parents got into that accident, my crazy aunt got custody of me, and I got shipped off to the loony bin.

The form of a thin female patient sat curled up on the couch across from the Tv set in the main room. Strands of dark brown hair were pushed out of blue eyes as Kayley watched the monster marathon. She could barely hear the screams of teens as leather face chased them through the woods over the noise around her.It was visitation day and the nurses were decorating the main rooms with brightly colored streamers and balloons. the teen thought it was all a waste. She had been a resident at Somerland for two years now and not once had her aunt or uncle stopped by to check on her. She had thought that was the least they could do since they were the ones that had her locked up in here to begin with.

There were of course good parts to visitation day, like the food or the fact that they were so focused on the guest that she could slip outside for a few hours. Kayley hadn't felt the need to ever truly escape, they did feed her, cloth her, and she never had to see those two hell spawns she called family.

Cadence wanders towards the main room, poking Kemlen as he passed. "Lennie. I have no family. Must I go pretend I do or can I go play in the main room?" He purposely makes himself sound younger than he is, for amusement. Once okayed to go to the main room, he wanders there boredly. He hums as he walks, but stops when he sees someone in there. He pauses in the doorway, debating. Then after a moment, he goes fully in and sits on the windowsill, swinging his legs.

Kayley barely turned her eyes away from the screen when someone else came into the room. It was Cadence a boy about a year older then her and though she was in no place to judge she believed he might really need to be here." Hey. Friday the thirteenth is starting next." She raised a hand and pointed to the screen rolling the credits in front of her. Most people here had an issue with horror movies so she figured she would at least warn him before Jason popped up on the screen.

Cadence nods in response, grinning. "The good one?" He raises an eyebrow hopefully. He keeps swinging his legs back and forth, boredly. He hums to himself as he waits for the movie to start. His eyes flit over Kayley calmly, mentally placing her.

Kemlen sighs as Cadence bothers him. That boy is frustrating, to say the least. After a bit, he goes to check on the boy and sees that he's with one of the other patients. He stands in the door way watching them carefully.

Blue eyes go back to the Tv, she wasn't a big fan of eye contact. Pushing moor hair out of her face she mentally cursed the nurse who had taken her hair tie away. "It's the first one, with Mrs Voorhees as the killer." in her opinion any horror movie made after the 90's wasn't worth being labeled horror with a few expectations. As the opening credits began she turned the volume down a bit, not wanting to deal with someone complaining about her choice in movie.

Cadence grins. "Thank god." He then stops grinning. "Lennie. You know I can see you, right? You're such a stalker." He turns a bit to stare at the man in the door way.

Kemlen grunts. "Yes, I know that. I was making sure you weren't being a nuisance." He glances at Kayley. "He's not bothering you, is he?"

Cadence grumbles. "I am not a nuisance."

She would admit at first she thought that Cadence was simply talking to himself; it wouldn't be a first here. However when a voice from behind her responded she nearly jumped out of her skin. Even if she could see into the future on occasions didn't mean her sixth sense extended to feeling other people in the room. Turning to face the attendee Kayley shrugged. “He’s better than half the others here.” She had tried to be nice the first month here and that hadn’t gotten her much, now she went with indifference where the staff was concerned. “We’re watching horror movies.”

"See. Someone likes me. ...Or tolerates me, at least." He folds his arms, smug. "You do know that window hasn't been cleaned in ages." He watches as Cadence flies off the windowsill. "Yuck. You people need to fuckin' clean. Damn." He looks annoyed. "Now I'll have to wash my clothes again."

Facing the screen once again Kayley had to agree with Cadence, this place needed to be clean. She was about to comment when she felt the rush of adrenaline that normally came with a vision, it felt like the first drop of a roller coaster. The TV started to blur and was replaced with the image of a pale cream colored room the walls were lightly stained and there was a single bed in the far corner. It was a room in Somerland Kayley realized, but what surprised her was the thin blond girl laying face down on the bed. It didn’t look as if the girl was moving at all. As soon as it came it was gone and like always she hadn’t so much as blink while it was happening.

"I smell a vision," he states, glancing over at Kayley. Being a vampire, he can tell when those things happen. He also lived with a seer for a few years. "Was it anything interesting?" Kemlen asks her, watching from the doorway.

It was kind of surprising to find people who did not believe she was crazy and understood that she really had visions. “I think a patient is going to try to kill herself.” That part wasn’t so surprising. How many residents had already tried to, but she would have this hovering feeling of anxiety until she either stopped it for her vision came to pass.

"Can you describe her?" Kemlen looks worried. Cadence just watches, waiting to see if he'll be any help.

Kayley thought back to the vision, “uh she had blond hair and a room to herself.” It wasn’t one of her longer and in detailed visions. She wasn’t too concerned; when you see people die literally in front of your eyes one stranger’s death doesn’t have that much of an effect. Maybe she did belong here.

Cadence thinks. "2B again?" he asks Kemlen. He seems only slightly worried, but more towards amused. Kemlen thinks, frowning. "I think so. I'll go look." With that, he heads to the room.

Kayley went back to putting her full attention on the movie. " Do we really have to right to interfere with her choice?"

Cassie sat propped up on her knees reaching through the hole she had carved out of her mattress for the bottle of pills she had been saving.She hadn't planned on killing her self when she started the collection, she just didn't want to take the mood altering chemical this place tried to force on her. Now though that empty pit in her mind was just getting to great to ignore and she didn't want to deal with anything. Twisting open the cap she brought to the now open bottle to her mouth.

"Most people that try don't actually want to die, just to escape." Cadence shrugs.

Kemlen heads to the room and knocks on the door. After a moment, he goes into the room and watches her. "Is it really worth it?"

Kayley just shrugged not willing to get into the politics of suicide. to her death and escape were about the same thing, death was just a little more extreme. " I can't believe that well bodied teens are taken out by an old lady. It's sad really."

Pulling to bottle away from her mouth Cassie stared at the man in her door way.This wasn't her first time seeing Kemlen but normally it was after a failed attempt. "Are you suppose to tell me that it's not? That this place will make me feel better again?"

"That it is," Cadence agrees, looking at the T.V. again.

"Do you really think it's worth it? There's always someone that cares about you. Even if you don't know that person." His voice is calm and gentle.

"Does that really change how I feel?" despite her words the hand holding the bottle lowered a bit. It wasn't like she wanted to die she just couldn't figure out another way.

Kayley rested her head against her knees. "Do you think he will stop her?" The anxiety the normally fallowed a vision was still flowing through her brains. It took a lot for her to just sit there and not go stop the girl her self.

"It's something nice to think of. Even when you're at your worst, there's some one who loves you for you."
"He's good at it, so I think if she doesn't want to die then yes. He's talked me out of my rages a few times, not even bothering to hold me back. He knew that if I wanted to hit him, he couldn't stop me. I'd keep trying till I did. So he just talked." Cadence shrugs absently. "I'm just wondering which thought he's using..."

" They locked me up here..." how was she supposed to believe that anyone loved her when the people she cared for locked her away. They didn't want to listen to her or try understanding. All they wanted was the problem to go away and now she did too.

"How does he do that." It was hard for Kayley to believe that a person could simply 'talk' someone out of doing anything. Suicide yeah most people can be talked out of that but a rage? When your were in a rage you are unreasonable.

"Then you haven't found the person that cares. But there's someone." He looks sympathetic.
"I'm not sure. A mix of telling me what I wanted, or more correctly needed, to hear, and letting me vent. And just being clam and gentle, tone wise. You'd be surprised how much your tone affects people." Cadence doesn't ruffled. "But that was when I first came. And they mentioned something...unsavory. I'd probably still get pissed if they mentioned it the way they did."

"So I have to go on even though I might never find them?" It almost made her feel even more isolated but she put the bottle down on the bed. Even with as lost as she felt right now she couldn't bring her self to do it.

Kayley could understand that."So this thing, is that why your here." She wanted to know if he really did belong in this place or if he was like her, placed her because everyone else didn't understand.Though she had heard of him she could never figure out why he was staying in somerlad. That was really rare since most of the times one could over hear the nurses gossiping about patient.

"You have to keep your eyes open. You have less of a chance of finding them if you're dead, however," he points out pointedly.

"Partly," he mumbles, evasively. It seems like there's more than what he's telling. It also seems like he's going to try to dance around it.