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from the ʍօʀաɨɖ ʝʊʋɛռɨʟɛ քֆʏƈɦɨǟȶʀɨƈ ɨռֆȶɨȶʊȶɨօռ (ᴬᴰᵛᴬᴺᶜᴱᴰ ᴿᴼᴸᴱᴾᴸᴬʸ) group.
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((Gah, how was that? I don't know if I RPed her well enough :P))
Aaron rolled his eyes and glared harshly at Emily.In the corner of the room, the nurse stirred awake. She slowly pried her eyes open and blinked a few times. The nurse mentally scolded herself for falling asleep while on her shift. She then registered the scene in front of her. Gasping softly, she stood up as quickly as her tired body could. She rushed over to Marley's side, putting herself in between her patient and Emily. Though her patients might not believe it, she cared for them, and hated to see them in pain.
((Yeah, she should probably wake up XD. If no one else volunteers, I wouldn't mind RPing the nurse.))
Aaron winced in sympathy when he heard Emily's foot make contact with Marley's ankle. It was getting out of hand.
"Just because you didn't ask doesn't mean you don't need it." Aaron muttered quietly. He hated people who were like Emily. He glared at her, then shot a glance to Everleigh that stood close by. Emily clearly didn't have any self-control at the moment.
((O.O OHHHHHH.....this is getting interesting! XD))
Aaron watched as he felt the atmosphere in the room change from somewhat peaceful to sudden violence. He eyed the two warily as they began to throw punches at each other mercilessly. He stole a glance at the nurse, who now decided to place herself in a chair near the door. Then he realized she was sleeping, her head lowered and her eyes closed. He supposed she probably needed the sleep. He knew some of the nurses around here practically worked all day and night to calm down their patients. But now really was not the time to be sleeping. Aaron looked back at the two. They could seriously hurt each other. He didn't know whether to just let them vent and end up killing one another or to step in. Making a split second decision, he stood up.
"Both of you are probably going to get sedated if you keep it up." Aaron said loudly. Maybe that would make them stop, maybe it wouldn't. But he knew that no one liked to be on sedatives.
((Meiyu, come baaaaaack :'( ))
Cool, thanks! ^_^
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
© Tʜɪs Tᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ яєуηα™
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Pᴀʀᴛ Oɴᴇ
[Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ]
Fɪʀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ
Mɪʀᴀ
Pʀᴏɴᴜɴᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: [Mee-rah]
Oʀɪɢɪɴ:
Mᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ:
Mɪᴅᴅʟᴇ Nᴀᴍᴇ
Kᴀʀɪɴ
Pʀᴏɴᴜɴᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: [Kah-rin]
Oʀɪɢɪɴ:
Mᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ:
Lᴀsᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ
Tʜᴀᴛᴄʜᴇʀ
Pʀᴏɴᴜɴᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: [Th-AA-t-ch-er]
Oʀɪɢɪɴ:
Mᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ:
[Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ]
[Aɢᴇ] 16
↳ Aᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ Aɢᴇ:
[Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ] Female
[Bɪʀᴛʜ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ]
↳ Bɪʀᴛʜ Dᴀᴛᴇ: March 27th
↳ Bɪʀᴛʜ Tɪᴍᴇ: 7:24 AM
[Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ] Asexual
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↳ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Single
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[Bɪʀᴛʜsᴛᴏɴᴇ] Daffodil
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[Bɪʀᴛʜ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ] Aquamarine
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[Sᴛᴀʀ Sɪɢɴ] Aries
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[Bʟᴏᴏᴅ Tʏᴘᴇ] O+
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[Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ]
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Fᴜʟʟ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ
[Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ]
[Hᴀɪʀ Lᴇɴɢᴛʜ]
[Eʏᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ]
[Sᴋɪɴ Cᴏʟᴏʀ]
[Fᴏᴏᴛ Sɪᴢᴇ]
[Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ] ↭ Centimeters
[Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ] lbs. ↭ Kilograms
[Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs/Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs/Sᴄᴀʀs/ᴇᴛᴄ.]
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[Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ]
Growing up, Mira had a twisted childhood. Her Sadistic Personality Disorder developed when she was very young; at the age of seven. Around this time, she and her family owned a sleek black cat. Mira had always loved her cat, but for different reasons than one might expect. When her parents weren't looking, she would forcefully step on the cat's tail and almost crush the cat by standing on its small, frail body. Mira found that she loved the way the cat shrieked whenever she did something like that. A month passed, and her disorder only got worse. At the age of seven, Mira was just tall enough to climb up onto her kitchen counter.
It was a bright Saturday morning when she heaved herself onto the marble polished counter and took one of the kitchen knives. Her parents and younger sister were still sleeping upstairs, and she knew that she had plenty of time to do what she wanted. An hour later, her parents came running down the stairs when they heard Mira sobbing in the living room. The circular white carpet that sat in the center of the living room was stained crimson red. Next to her, was her small cat, looking like it had been mauled and violently gutted.
Her parents, of course, were absolutely terrified. Luckily, Mira was smart, despite being only seven years old. Before attracting the attention of her parents, she had cleaned the knife and put it back in its place. Next, She told her parents that someone had broken into their house, waking her in the process. When she came down the stairs, she had found her cat like it was. It was convincing enough- for her parents, at least. Her parents refused to believe that Mira had done it herself. Mira's family called the police, who, fortunately, didn't look into the death of the cat too much.
Two years passed without and incident. Well, an incident that could be seen. During those two years, she was still violent, but hid it well. There was one moment that she could vividly remember, when looking back on it. Somewhere around those two years, she captured a large squirrel and set it on fire. All she did was sit there and watch it burn.
At the age of nine, she started seeing her sister differently. She no longer felt any sort of love for her. Her sister, who was just two years younger, age seven, was nothing to Mira. It was sort of the same with her parents, only she still felt a small connection with them. All she saw when she looked at her younger sister, Trinity, was an object. An object that could be played with.
Mira chose a time that would benefit her. It was exactly 1:32 in the morning when she went into her sister's room. She poked and prodded her until Trinity woke up with a small, dainty, yawn. Her sister asked if anything was wrong, but Mira didn't answer. The only thing she did was gesture for Trinity to follow her. Trinity, who was still so young and naive, willingly followed. When Mira finally managed to lure Trinity down into the basement, she caught the younger girl by surprise. She grabbed her sister by the hair to keep her in place and duct taped her mouth shut. She then carried the struggling girl over to a large dining table, that her family only used for special occasions. Mira then proceeded to duct tape her down to the table by her ankles and wrists.
Without getting into too much detail about what Mira did to her, her parents came down the basement stairs to find that their daughter didn't have any fingernails left and had multiple sewing needles shoved into her knuckles and sticking out at random points in her body. The worst thing, perhaps, was the cruel look of insanity of Mira's face.
After containing Mira, Trinity was taken quickly to the hospital. The doctors stated that she was still alive, but just barely. The doctors then suggested that they send Mira to Morwid Juvenile Psychiatric Institution. Her parents were absolutely terrified of Mira, so they eagerly accepted the offer to send her there.
When she was at the institute, her family rarely visited her, and she never saw her sister again. Within the first year, she ended up causing quite a bit of trouble. During the first month she was there, a nurse tried to give her a shot. Without warning, Mira forcefully grabbed the vial and stabbed the nurse multiple times. She later found out that the nurse had died. Mira felt no sympathy. She was then taken to a different room that had more security. She was constantly on careful watch.
Mira has been at the institute for a full seven years.
[Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ]
Father
Name: Robert Thatcher
Age: 42
Occupation:
Status: Alive
Mother
Name: Gina Thatcher
Age: 41
Occupation:
Status: Alive
Sibling(s)
Name: Trinity Thatcher
Age: 14
Occupation: None
Status: Alive
[Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs]
N/A
[Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs]
N/A
[Aᴄǫᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs]
N/A
[Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴀɴs]
N/A
❝.❞
[Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ]
[Iʟʟɴᴇssᴇs]
• Sadistic Personality Disorder
• Pyromania
• Insanity
[Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs]
↬
[Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs]
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[Lɪᴋᴇs]
✓
[Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs]
✗
Is anime allowed to be used for an appearance?
Aaron rolled his eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that day. This girl was really starting to irk him. So what if she was here for nine years? It's not like she could help it. Besides, once someone got into this asylum, there was no escape. Aaron sighed, pursing his lips disdainfully.
Aaron could tell that the nurse wasn't even trying to pay attention to what was going on. He sighed. He guessed they were screwed with that aspect. The girl's answer didn't exactly sound very genuine, in his opinion. Which, of course, meant that the argument would continue.
((lol XD))
((*awkward laugh*…heeeeey))Aaron watched three tentatively. He didn't really want to participate in their little 'conversation', but if it came to it...he didn't really know what he would do. Aaron didn't really have a way-with-words and had trouble standing up for other people. On the bright side, if it turned physical between the three, it would be the most entertaining part of his day. Well, entertaining for him, at least.
((Mine, but I'll have to post in a few hours :P))
As much as Aaron wanted to ignore the two he couldn't help but glare in the other girl's direction at her comment. Of course, she had to bring something like that up. They obviously had something wrong with their minds- otherwise, why would any of them be at the institute in the first place. And why wasn't the monitor doing anything about their argument? Glancing back at the nurse, he saw that she was a bit preoccupied and not even paying attention. He gave a frustrated sigh, which was probably a bit too loud. He stared back at the two and then to the other girl who just seemed like a bystander.
How long did he have to stay here, again? Aaron could remember the nurse saying something about one hour. He didn't know if he could handle that. Especially with this girl who was trying to start an argument. Looking back at them, he could see the faint ghost of a smirk across the dark-haired girl's face. That made him frown. What was she getting out of this? Wasn't life already depressing enough for all of them?
((No, that's okay :P I'll post in a minute.))
Aaron stared at the girl in disbelief. Was she trying to start a fight, or something? He shrank in on himself, as if attempting to make himself invisible. Aaron tried to do his best to tune out their conversations. He shifted his gaze to the window closest to him. The sun had disappeared behind the clouds, making it darker than usual outside. Unfortunately, the windows were bolted down. Aaron knew the only way to get through one was to break. Regrettably, the only reason he knew this, was because he had a mental breakdown within the first year of staying at the mental institute. Aaron could vaguely remember throwing one of the plastic chairs at the glass, nurses and doctors grabbing him, blood, and then...well, the sedatives blurred whatever had happened afterwords.
Aaron rolled his eyes and looked away from the girl. He felt irritated at her for talking about it so casually. If Aaron didn't want to be here before, he sure as hell didn't want to be here now. He leaned his head back, tuning out of the conversation. He only looked back up when he heard the door open once again. Aaron warily looked over his shoulder to see another girl be forced into the room. When she asked the same question about families, Aaron rolled his eyes again, feeling extremely cynical. He opted to stay silent again.
((Sure!))
