Name: Cadence Kyrell
Age: Nineteen
Disorders: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Bipolar Disorder, Night Terrors and Sadistic Personality Disorder
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Name: Adonis Donovan
Age: Twenty-one
Disorders: Anti-Social Personality Disorder, Dissociative Identity Disorder
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Other: What of his alters look like in his mind: Adonis, Laila, Shadow, Trixibelle, Scarlette

Name: Angelina Hart
Age: 18
Disorder: multiple personalities, schizophrenia
Appearance:Angelina

Name: Cameron Adams
Age: 23
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Insane. That's what they thought he was. And that didn't bother Cadence one bit. He'd just arrived here from a high security asylum. He even came in a straight jacket. That amused him. He didn't think he was that much of a threat. He'd only hit them if they restrained him...okay, maybe the jacket was smart, but still. He rolled his eyes when he was thrown into his cell. He didn't have a cell mate, apparently. "Well, are you taking this off or do I get to hop everywhere like a stoned rabbit?" he asked, boredly. He had a deep, intimidating voice. He rolled his eyes when the nurse took his jacket off. "I take it I'm a bad boy who has to stay in his room?" he purred.

He sprawled out in his bed, amused. He was quite tall, as well, reaching over six feet tall. He was getting a headache, so he just wanted to relax. He assumed he was going to be getting some sort of pill at some point. He didn't want pills, they made him feel like a zombie. And that bugged him. He wondered if he'd get to fuck with anyone today. He loved explaining his sadism...It amused him.

He settled on his bed, fiddling with the pillows. He honestly didn't care if he had a roommate, seeing how all he wanted to do was sleep for a few hours, then eat. He shut his eyes, fully intending on getting some rest.
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Adonis had been at Forestline for over six months now. He knew he had issues, and didn't see the world as everyone else did. He had no compassion, or empathy. Some of his alters did, though. Ah yes, that was another issue. He had multiple personalities. Six of them, to be exact. That included him, though.

Currently, he was sitting in his room. He hated people, unless it was to hurt them. Ah...how he loved hurting them, seeing the pain in their eyes, watching their life force fade... It was sublime.

He let out a quiet sigh at the thought of murder, closing his eyes in bliss. Not all of his alters were like this, merely the 'Host' was. He actually got a bit of a mental reprimanding at the thoughts he was having. Murder was bad...blah blah blah. He knew they'd be coming in soon to give him his medication.

Medication he didn't need. They were still convinced he was psychotic or schizophrenic. Which he was neither, technically. His eyes--er, eye, flitted to the door. He'd lost an eye when he got into a knife fight. Thankfully they let him wear his eyepatch, he didn't like being without it, and he would have thrown a fit. That was his narcissism, though.

Angelina had seen a team of doctors leading someone new in, immediately her mischievous and curious personalities took over and she followed them. She'd have to be discreet, though, since she wasn't even supposed to be out of her room. They try to keep her locked up because they believe she's dangerous. After all, she was committed after they found out that the reason anger management wasn't working, was because her emotions had taken on a life of their own. But it was so boring in there! A bored Angelina just made more trouble because all sorts of emotions emerge to try and entertain her. Thankfully, she'd figured out how to escape her room, and she did often.

Once the doctors left the room, she slipped in quietly. Her first objective would be to find out who the newbie was. A tall, sexy male. Yummy. Her next objective, would be to get his attention, but how best to do it. Her mind went through a whirl of emotions as they all clamored for dominance. Lust, of course, was at the top, but Mischief was right behind her. Even Joy was fighting for attention, but she was just being ignored. Eventually Lust won out. Angelina sauntered up to the bed and sat down, leaning over him, her face barely an inch away from his. There she stopped, waiting for him to open his eyes, she wasn't even touching him.

Cameron hesitated as she stopped in front of the door. She Adonis? he always gave her trouble. Sadly, though, it was for that reason that everyone was subject to him at one point or another. With shaking hands, she opened the door. "Hello Adonis, how are you today? Anything you'd like to talk about?" she asked, forcing a brave smile on her face. She read through his chart as she began to put together his medication dose. Lovely... Schizophrenia with psychotic tendencies... today was going to be just lovely, wasn't it?