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Sep 19, 2015 02:23PM
Here we are! Would you mind posting your idea here?
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SureA guy rips off his skin because of self hatred for accidentally killing his wife and his daughter. Once he arrives at the asylum he dreams about his wife and another women that is his assistant. So once she comes, it kinda seems suspicious and he doesn't really like her at moments. Something about her seems to make his blood rush after a week with her. He watches her wash his clothes and draw and even listens to her take her afternoon shower. He starts realizing he's in love with her.
Thanks!
So then, which character do you prefer to have?
So then, which character do you prefer to have?
Okiedokie. Do you have a set profile sheet you want me to use or can I do my own thing?
Just to clarify, is she supposed to be his adjustment assistant? Or like a business assistant?
Name: Temperance Rhysand
Nickname: Tempe; Rhys
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Species: human
Occupation: Assistant
Appearance:
http://41.media.tumblr.com/224dd853fd...
History: Tbrp'd
Personality traits:
•Focused
•Calm
•Loving
•Quiet
•Steady
Likes:
-Music
-Rain
-Stars
-Reading
-Drawing
-Singing
-Chilly weather
Dislikes:
-People being rude
-Silence
-Aggressiveness
-Heat
-Her family
Other information:
-Plays the piano
-Has a tattoo of a flock of crows from her collarbone to jawline, and a tattoo of the night sky across her upper back
-Has several ear piercings
-Social-Introvert
-Uses reading glasses
Nickname: Tempe; Rhys
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Species: human
Occupation: Assistant
Appearance:
http://41.media.tumblr.com/224dd853fd...
History: Tbrp'd
Personality traits:
•Focused
•Calm
•Loving
•Quiet
•Steady
Likes:
-Music
-Rain
-Stars
-Reading
-Drawing
-Singing
-Chilly weather
Dislikes:
-People being rude
-Silence
-Aggressiveness
-Heat
-Her family
Other information:
-Plays the piano
-Has a tattoo of a flock of crows from her collarbone to jawline, and a tattoo of the night sky across her upper back
-Has several ear piercings
-Social-Introvert
-Uses reading glasses
Name: Cayden LeyfAge: 25
Nickname: River
Appearance:
Personality: Serious case of shyness and insecurities. Can sometimes be funny or have a explainable deep vibe he gives off that is relaxing but darkWarning: Don't talk about his wife or he'll try to distroy your life
Nice! What kind of assistant is she supposed to be, agaib?
Idk, some assistant Asylum person that is trained to help these people.
Oh, okay! Sort of like a live-in nurse. How do you want to start?
Right.Maybe the assistant is walked around but starts to question herself that she's in the wrong place. While that happens, Cayden always sits in his chair staring at the TV that isn't even working and holding on to his wife's necklace while peeling his skin mumbling word underneath his breath. Until then he starts fighting with someone else and Temperance has to test her experience of training but tries to not anger him.
No, that sounds good to me! Do you want me to start, then? I know you said you wanted posts rich and detailed but do you have a length preference?
Sure. I don't want to boss people around. Sometimes I can't do a goddamn 5 paragraphs each day y know
I totally understand. Do you want to start of slower and build up?
Haha, no, I just meant slower as in not as many paragraphs.
Do you want me to start? (I feel like I might have already asked this...)
Do you want me to start? (I feel like I might have already asked this...)
Oh, I just realized I did already ask that! I'll get my first post up, then. Silly me!
The irritating scents of cleaners and medicines and sweat wafted past a young woman's nose, making her nostrils flare in distaste. Rocking back and forth, a man sat on the floor, staring at a wall. A young woman sat alone at a table, a chip from a board game slipping through her loose fingers as she whispered a sentence over and over again, "There's something wrong with you, Letitia." The room they and several other people mingled in, the 'common room', was starch and white and chilly, and she was glad for the comfy sweater she wore, wondering how the patients could possibly stand it. One or two were allowed their own clothing, but most were wearing the pastel robe-and-pajama pant combo that she had come to recognize.
A clearing of the throat jumped Temperance out of her trance-like state, and she swallowed and nodded along as she listened to the head of the hospital drone on over their walk-through: "We have another patient that might be transferring from the location he is currently at, but for now, you'll just be working with Cayden Leyf, whose file and progress chart you'll find in your living quarters, which are adjoined to his for easy access... Uh, on your part, of course..." The old balding guy droned on for another couple minutes after pointing out Cayden, who turned out to be a handsome young man who was... was scratching his skin and clutching a necklace, staring at the TV that as turned off.
This place was morbid, Temperance realized as she barely heard Baldy (whose name had momentarily escaped her) give a small description of Cayden and his situation, continuing on on protocol for her to follow if she ever noticed Cayden in places he shouldn't be -including her living quarters. Unfortunately the woman had a hard time listening as she watched her charge continue clawing off his own skin. Her breath quickened and slowed erratically, worried she had made a mistake in her career choice. In less than a moment, though, a man a bit older than her stepped in Cayden's line of stare and asked him a question, though she couldn't hear it.
A clearing of the throat jumped Temperance out of her trance-like state, and she swallowed and nodded along as she listened to the head of the hospital drone on over their walk-through: "We have another patient that might be transferring from the location he is currently at, but for now, you'll just be working with Cayden Leyf, whose file and progress chart you'll find in your living quarters, which are adjoined to his for easy access... Uh, on your part, of course..." The old balding guy droned on for another couple minutes after pointing out Cayden, who turned out to be a handsome young man who was... was scratching his skin and clutching a necklace, staring at the TV that as turned off.
This place was morbid, Temperance realized as she barely heard Baldy (whose name had momentarily escaped her) give a small description of Cayden and his situation, continuing on on protocol for her to follow if she ever noticed Cayden in places he shouldn't be -including her living quarters. Unfortunately the woman had a hard time listening as she watched her charge continue clawing off his own skin. Her breath quickened and slowed erratically, worried she had made a mistake in her career choice. In less than a moment, though, a man a bit older than her stepped in Cayden's line of stare and asked him a question, though she couldn't hear it.
Cayden was placed in this Asylum for 6 years straight because people were always complaining about how I was playing loud music and it would never have a end to it. I just wanted to get lost in my body that never would have a soul anymore. But, I could see then. I could see then on my knees my beautiful wife that taught me to not live life like they always said you should live life. My blood would rush when I would see my daughter because I knew she was being raised the right way if she only had her Mom. But, even when I was addicted to it like it was to like something that was bad, after that I would wake up to something that would always rub me in the face. It smelled like death and best of all, it was your fault. When I arrived in this Asylum, they said most people stayed here and never went. They started changing into creatures and would do the kind of things mental people would love to do. And you could all hear it in their loud face that would concentrate over mental stuff. I see it every day. My skin would always grow back by why couldn't I learn to put your back to the past and focus on the godamn present. Peeling my skin was like erasing my memories over and over again with pain. The way she would always touch me on the corner of my jaw would always feel like she wanted to just fall and fall in the hole of love and I would have to pay her back for what she did to me. I realized and understood that the creatures in this Asylum would never want to make conversation and would rather averagely repeat sentences. But, to the point that they start asking questions to me about my stories made me feel different about talking again.
“I found a picture of you and some lady that seems to be your wife. You look beautiful together.... I know it's not appropriate but do you ever get to visit her again?”
Hey, you think pictures I want to keep just for myself would be there to be everywhere? Where did you freaking get this? But, it was always my whole instinct to correct people in the ways they talk about my wife like that way.
The was middle aged so of course they had to be curious.
“Hey, I think you should shut your mouth and curse yourself to your worst nightmare!" I demanded with my cold voice like every other time I had to teach people a lesson. "YOU KNOW PEOPLE HAVE MESSED UP LIVES SO WHERE DID YA FREAKING GET THAT PICTURE!" Pushing the man was the best part about it because I could see the fear
((Yeah! I'll reply in a second; sorry, I forgot.))
((Oh, also, one more question: Do you want me to write in first person as well?))
Yes Nah... This is boring. You can RP with another person
Aw, thanks for your permission!
