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  • нow coυld ѕнe ever love a pιraтe? ☠ paғp ☠ ѕeмι-advanced

    [align=center]Emma
    She ran in the opposite direction, circling around to the jungle. Inside, she found a few boys, distracted by Hook, and jeering at him as they fired. But one soon noticed her as she came up on them, and drew his sword. She won the fight, and he ran away with a scratch on his arm. The other two had noticed by now and stopped attacking Hook to fight her, but their arrows were hard to use in close quarters, thankfully, as she wanted to live to save Henry. However, fighting two at once was hard, even if they were scaredy-cats that ran away at the first wound.




    OOC: Thankfully is a weird word when you look at it. Fun Fact!

  • Life Under the Big Top = Semi-Advanced = Roleplay

    Barry


    [justify]"The tent isn't that holey." He argued, at once looking up to the few ripped places that showed the gray sky outside. "It's only a bit damp."
    "Ooh la la." He commented as she explained the flames. "Good thing it isn't overly rainy, I can't wait to see that in action."[/justify]


    Odessa


    [justify]"Thank you so much!" She gratefully took the flatiron and plugged it in, and her hair soon looked less like brambles and more like hair. One had to look their best for the show, even if they were 50 feet above the crowd.
    "Looking forward to the show tonight?" She questioned her friend and she ran the iron through her hair once more to get the stubbornest of the frizzes out. [/justify]


    OOC: Apparently frizzes is a word. Go figure.

  • нow coυld ѕнe ever love a pιraтe? ☠ paғp ☠ ѕeмι-advanced

    Emma


    She had just wounded one when she turned to find the other already gone. "Thank you." She sighed, leaning her head on a tree.
    Oy vey. This was harder than expected. One of the boys had even looked vaguely like Henry, but she expected that that was just from her missing him. She wanted him to just be around the next tree so that they could go home.
    "Well, now they know we're here." She stated, keeping an eye on the part of the forest they had run into, in case they decided to attack again.
    Looking over at the pirate, she asked, "You okay?" The Lost Boys didn't seem to have the best accuracy, but he might've gotten hit.

  • Whispers in the Dark - PAFP

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    Song Inspiration


    Storyline
    Two people are on missions, missions destined to collide.
    One is seeking the truth, truth of their past, truth of their future, truth instead of the lies they face every day.
    The other is seeking redemption from sins better not spoken of. They have hurt people, others have hurt them, its a harsh circle of hate and fear and anger they are hoping to break free from.
    They meet in the small town of Whichaway, Massachusetts. It's residents are kind, friendly people, willing to listen to your problems, serve you a piece of pie, and help you re-tile to roof of your house.
    The seeker of redemption has lived in Whichaway their entire life, and its residents know of their past. The truth-seeker has only just arrived, and the two soon meet.



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    One of our characters will be the one seeking redemption, the other the truth, but thats probably obvious. I have no preference towards either, so you get to choose whichever will be easier for you.
    I would prefer your character be a guy, as the storyline is leaning towards a romance thread, but if you want, it can just be an adventure thread about two buddies, or it can be GXG.
    (I apologize, but I have no muse for playing a guy.)
    Your form can be simple or complicated, as long as you get the necessities across. I will make mine after you choose the character you want.




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    Truth
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    Redemption
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  • ᴇᴀsᴛ ʀɪᴅɢᴇ ʜɪɢʜ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ {{ ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ }}

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    Odessa Rosemary Dutchon
    Dessa awoke with a comic on her face. Captain America was throwing a shield at her. With one hand she pushed it off of her, with a small chuckle at the fact that she usually woke up like that, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes the other hand. She fell into the shower, then threw on some clean clothes and stumbled down the stairs.
    "Morning." Her mother greeted her in the kitchen, throwing together some wonderful-smelling breakfast food. Dessa grunted in reply, she wasn't much of a morning person.
    A plate of bacon, scrambled eggs, and a slice of toast later, she was feeling much better, and started for her bus stop with a quick goodbye to her mother.
    It was a short trek, but exiting nonetheless as she avoided her neighbor's four small dogs who made it their business to nip at her ankles. She made it to the bus stop unscathed, and spotted her friend Ebony. "Hey, Ebony." She greeted, sitting down on the sidewalk.




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    Bartlet John Mearn
    Barry woke up a minute before his alarm clock went off, and hopped out of the bed with his usual vigor. He was a morning person, or an all-day person. He didn't see the point in being lazy or sleepy. You could miss something exciting and wonderful if you had your eyes closed. He got ready quickly, wanting to have time before school to work on his sketches.
    He made himself some cereal before hopping in his car. It was neither shiny nor new, but he loved it. It had many dings and scratches, and some mysterious stains due to both his art supplies and the previous two owners. But it worked, and that's what he really cared about. It even had a name, Betsy.
    He drove to school without getting into a accident, though he mentally cursed at a couple people who got in his way.

  • Life Under the Big Top = Semi-Advanced = Roleplay

    Rainbow .
    A)"eighteen flips" and "Three Flips Eight backwards Nine Fowards,Three Air Cartwheels,A Ballerina Spin,Pretended to Have Tea,went Upsidown and Lied across the Bar one Leg Swinging off"
    She wouldn't have time to do that, according to the laws of physics.
    B) The acrobats work as a team. She wouldn't do that unassisted, even if it was somehow physically possible. I specifically said under the acrobats section that they do all their tricks working together.
    C) I said out in the ring. "Two Other Lions,a Elephant,a Bull,Two Horses and a Few other animals.Nathan walked in the Ring and Let the Animals off Their Leads". All those animals would not do the tricks you described all at once.
    For one, horses can not safely walk on balls. The thing with the lions was cool, but so many animals would not be easily controlled. Separately, the tricks might be acceptable, if you mentioned taking the animals from the first trick back to their stalls and then getting out the next set of animals.
    What I have seen from circuses, the animals are under close supervision at all times, both for the crowds' safety and so that the tigers and elephants and horses and bulls and raccoons that you described would not hurt each other.
    I apologize, but I ask that you either revise your post or leave.




    Barry


    "Ah, I didn't think of it that way. See, this is why I just introduce you, not juggle fire." He laughed. At her mention of the time, his eyes grew wide. "Well I will see you in the ring, as I must go and get ready."

  • нow coυld ѕнe ever love a pιraтe? ☠ paғp ☠ ѕeмι-advanced

    Emma
    "That's the best idea I've heard all day." She said, standing back up. Sheathing her sword, she started into the forest, perpendicular to the way that the Lost Boy went, with a single glance over her shoulder to see if Hook was following. She didn't trust him completely yet, not enough to trust that he wouldn't turn tail and run, or sell her out to Pan. He was a pirate after all, even if he had saved her neck earlier with the Lost Boys.
    She cut a path through the jungle, hacking occasionally at vines blocking the path. After a particularly intense swath of vines, she stumbled into a small clearing midst the trees and rocks.
    "This looks nice enough." She judged with a small nod.

  • •ıllı• тнαт'ѕ тнє ωαу ωє яυℓє •ıllı• sεмι-α∂vαηcε∂ •ıllı• {σ} яσℓєρℓαу тняєα∂

    Odessa/Sam


    Following his gaze, she looked up at the sky, but shrugged. She did not see anything spectacular there. She preferred the blue blue sky over her farm to the scenery squandered by crowded buildings and streets.
    "Well I'm just happy to be out of the stuffy castle." She replied, harnessing her horse, nicknamed Ed, who tried twice to nibble on her short-cropped hair. She shoved the horse with her shoulder in reply. He finally allowed her to saddle him, though he tried to bite her once more as she tightened the girth. He seemed to sense they were going on an adventure, at least by her standards, and behaved for the most part as she hopped on top of him. "Oy vey, Ed." She grumbled, patting his neck.




    Lord Barry


    Barry bowed as the queen entered the room, but did not speak. He did not know the woman well, but he felt sympathy for her as he watched the king waste his family away, but was helpless to do anything but clean up the wreckage.
    He gave a slight shake of his head to clear his thoughts and noticed the queen had left. Turning to Reese, he asked, "May I accompany you to whatever duties whisk you away? We couldn't find the king and I have nothing else to do." He shrugged as a way to end his rambling. He was much more well-spoken when he had time to write the speech ahead of time.

  • нow coυld ѕнe ever love a pιraтe? ☠ paғp ☠ ѕeмι-advanced

    Emma
    She opened her mouth to say something, but changed her mind, and simply said she was going to find tinder and wood for a fire.
    It would be better to have light and warmth, even if it meant risking the Lost Boys finding them. But they already knew they were on the island, so it wasn't that big of a loss. She debated this to herself as she gathered the tinder and wood, and wary eye on her surroundings for the Lost Boys, but they did not make an appearance, thankfully.
    Returning, she set the wood on the ground, and ran a hand through her hair, a nervous habit of hers. Her mind was set on Henry and only Henry, but she had to think smart, or else neither of them would survive. With a sigh, she kneeled down on the ground to start making a fire.

  • Whispers in the Dark - PAFP


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    Odessa Rosemary Mearn
    Truth-seeker


    Nicknames:
    "Call me Dessa."
    Age:
    "I turned 19 recently. I celebrate my birthday on May 2nd."
    Gender:
    "Female, thankyouverymuch."
    Job:
    "I'm inbetween jobs. Currently traveling. I'm running out of money though, so I'll have to take up a job soon."


    Fears:
    "I have claustrophobia. Nothing else, next question?"
    She is afraid of love and its consequences, and of not finding out the truth of her life.
    Dreams:
    "Watching marathons of my favorite geeky shows, seeing all the Disney movies.
    Finding out who I am, what this life is supposed to be, why its saddled me with these problems! I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell."


    Quick Personality:
    "I'm pretty stubborn, I would say, and fiercely loyal to my friends. Gotta warn you though, even if I may trust easily, it takes a while to get back into my good graces if you hurt me or my friends.
    I'm a curious person, and pretty adventurous I would say. I love to explore, and I consider myself pretty confident. I'm optimistic, but to tell ya the truth, sometimes I break down inside, and its all just a shell. I'm too proud to admit it to anyone around me, though."


    History:
    "No."
    She woke up one day, by the side of a highway, scraped up, hungry, and no idea who she was. A nice trucker took her to a nearby police station where they patched her wounds and waited for any calls about her.
    None came, so she was shipped off to the nearby orphanage. They gave her a name, and guessed at her age. They decided she was eight, and chose her birthday out of a hat.
    Not very many people adopt or even foster older kids, so she usually spent her time at the orphanage. Years passed, birthdays came and went, and then some people came, claiming to be her family. A mom, a dad, an older brother and a baby on the way. The longing in her chest for someone to be her family caused her to agree immediately to go with them. Turns out they weren't the perfect family who'd lost their daughter three years ago, but instead were planning to sell her. They stuffed her in a box to get past police, which is where she developed her claustrophobia. But the police caught them, and she was rescued.
    She delved deeper into her hobbies and obsessions after she returned to the orphanage. Picked on at school for not having the right clothes or hair or whatever, but she grew immune to their teasing. If there's one thing to make you optimistic about a sucky day, its remembering that at least you aren't stuffed in a box. in the back of a pickup truck on a hot day.
    She made it through middle school and high school, with honors even, as she found her group of people, people who appreciated good music and the bigger picture. She even got into a good college, not Ivy League, but there was no way she could even afford it.
    She was driving to the college, her home for the next four years, when she blacked out and got into an accident. Waking up in the hospital with a concussion and a broken arm, she was relieved the find the other person had only gotten a small cut, and was fine.
    She was not relieved to find her head was not her own. The impact had somehow reversed her amnesia, and she now had fuzzy memories. Memories of two parents smiling at her as they walked her to her first day of school. Memories of half of a name, maybe hers, maybe someone elses. Memories of running, but from what she still can't remember.
    She does remember a town. Whichaway, Mass. So she's headed there to try and figure it all out.


    Call me Phantom if you need.
    On the school: I was just going to warn you myself about being busy with projects and homework and such, but it'll take up parts of the weekend as well, not just the weekdays. I'll be on a couple times a day, though.

  • •ıllı• тнαт'ѕ тнє ωαу ωє яυℓє •ıllı• sεмι-α∂vαηcε∂ •ıllı• {σ} яσℓєρℓαу тняєα∂

    [align=center]Odessa/Sam[justify]
    "Of course." She replied with a small nod. "Lead the way." She followed him to the town market, keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity that might lead them to the bandits. She kept a hand on the hilt of her sword as she rode, it wasn't unusual to accidentally find something that would merit force in the grungier parts of town.



    [align=center]Barry[justify]
    Barry was unfazed by the dead bodies. He had of course been the one the King had entrusted with the list of people to knock off, and thus Barry knew the Adder vaguely. He dealt with her from time to time, with new missions and such. He simply sighed. "Well, take them to the preparation house then. It'll be my head if there's blood on the carpet, but I know you've done this before."

  • Chat: Ads

    [align=center][color=white]Okay, I got back on the site from a brief hiatus, and I am shocked to see ads EVERYWHERE. On the sides, beneath every post, and so on. It makes it really hard to roleplay when you have to avoid clicking on the ads that swarm the threads, and I am a little disappointed. Some of the ads are okay, but I've seen a few that are most likely spam or viruses.
    Have any thoughts?

  • ʜᴏw ʟᴏɴɢ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ's ᴛoo ʟᴀᴛᴇ ; opᴇɴ ; sɪɢɴ - ᴜᴘs

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    --◊ Odessa || Rosemary || Mearn ◊--



    ;; nickname(s) ;;
    "Call me Dessa."


    ;; age ;;
    "17-ish."


    ;; gender ;;
    "I'm a lady, thankyouverymuch."


    ;; date of birth ;;
    "Funny thing is, I don't actually know. I was abandoned at an orphanage at the age of two. I could just keel over any day."


    ;; eye colour ;;
    "They're brown, so I've heard."


    ;; hair colour ;;
    "Dark brown"


    ;; body structure ;;
    "I'm lean-ish and on the shorter side of things."


    ;; skin tone ;;
    "I'm pretty tan."



    ;; personality ;;
    She is friendly, optimistic, and cheerful despite the times they live in and despite the fact she could die any day. She sees no use in brooding, and is very encouraging, always helping other do their best. She can be seen as a little crazy or weird because of this, but she usually brushes off any snide comments.
    She is very clever, and a bit mischievous, which can lead to pranks occasionally, but she hates for anyone to get hurt. She isn't fond of rules, and likes to bend them, but she is confident and willing to take the consequences of her actions. She is usually smart enough not to do something too stupid, though.
    She is stubborn and fiercely loyal to her friends. She can be a bit hotheaded and is very protective of them. She figures that even if she can't survive she can help them to.
    Underneath this, she is confused and in a state of despair. While she often appears joyful and with a fearless attitude, she is scared. She doesn't want to die. But she is tough and has a lot of pride and ego, and hates for anyone to see this side of her.


    ;; likes ;;
    -Poetry
    -Full belly
    -Campfires
    -Dreaming
    -Flowers (She wouldn't admit it)
    -Sweets
    -Swimming
    -Reading


    ;; dislikes ;;
    -The future
    -Death
    -Badly cooked food
    -Needless drama
    -Bullies and Idiots
    -Her weaknesses


    ;; pet(s) ;;
    "Nah. I had a dog a long time ago, but that was before the bombs."


    ;; body modification(s) ;;
    On her shoulder



    ;; sexuality ;;
    "Bisexual. Come at me."


    ;; crush ;;
    "Nah."


    ;; love interest (not full crush) ;;
    I'll wait till there's more people


    ;; turn on's ;;
    -Brave
    -Can cook
    -Sweet
    -Smart
    -Has their quirks, like her


    ;; turn off's ;;
    -Rude, jerk, sexist, racist, etc etc etc
    -Dyed hair
    -Selfish
    -Brooding



    ;; plot ideas ;;
    I'll pm you.


    ;; other ;;
    There's no rank on here. Can she be a guard?









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    --◊ Bartlet || Enjolras || Jonpoon ◊--



    ;; nickname(s) ;;
    "Barry to my friends."


    ;; age ;;
    "I'm 16."


    ;; gender ;;
    "Don't talk, you lower the IQ of the entire street."


    ;; date of birth ;;
    "March 5th."


    ;; eye colour ;;
    "Green-gray. The ladies seem to like it."


    ;; hair colour ;;
    "Dark."


    ;; body structure ;;
    "Tall and lean."


    ;; skin tone ;;
    "I'm kinda pale."



    ;; personality ;;
    He is very practical, and clever. He can sometimes be seen as blunt and rude, as he isn't fond of mincing words, and prefers to get straight to the point. Though he isn't overly book-smart, his cleverness has gotten him out of many a sticky situation, which he would be happy to tell you about. He loves to tell stories, and they gradually grow more and more embellished as time goes on.
    He can be arrogant, proud, and selfish, but he usually means well. He has a sweet heart, but is oblivious and accidentally hurts someone. He has much self-confidence, but sometimes doubts himself, his purpose in life.
    He is quite the charmer, and loves to be flattered. He is very egotistical, and can be hotheaded if embarrassed. He is friendly enough, but doesn't trust easily, and if hurt or betrayed, he becomes closed off and cold.


    ;; likes ;;
    -Being flattered
    -Himself
    -Mirrors
    -Being the best
    -Liquor


    ;; dislikes ;;
    -Failing
    -Not being good at something
    -Being embarrassed
    -Getting dirty for no good reason
    -Idiocy
    -Being refused


    ;; pet(s) ;;
    "Nah. Too much work."


    ;; body modification(s) ;;
    "One of my ears and my nose are peirced, but I lost any rings a long time ago."



    ;; sexuality ;;
    "Heterosexual."


    ;; crush ;;
    "Hah, changes from day to day."


    ;; love interest (not full crush) ;;
    @pawy Brittany, if you agree to thing below.


    ;; turn on's ;;
    -Cute
    -Flirty
    -Shorter than him
    -Laughs at his dumb jokes


    ;; turn off's ;;
    -Plays hard to get
    -Needy and whiny
    -Weak
    -Stupid
    -Blonde hair



    ;; plot ideas ;;
    @pawy: If you need, he can be the dad, but not know.


    ;; other ;;
    If he could be a regular person for the rank.

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    Female Senior Geek Odessa Mearn


    Male Junior Musician Bartlet Dutch WIP


  • Iɴᴋᴡᴇʟʟ Mᴇɴᴛᴀʟ Hᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ (Sign Up)

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    Name;;
    "Odessa Rosemary LeMeay, at your service."
    Age;;
    "I'm 19. Nosy."
    Gender;;
    "Ah, female, thankyouverymuch."
    Sexuality;;
    "Heterosexual, I guess."
    Reason for Being in IMH;;
    She was always an outsider in school. Didn't give up her imaginary friend till she was 10. She refused to let her dead fish be thrown away because 'He was just sleeping.' She was 15 at the time. The tipping point of this all was when she started screaming in the hallway in junior year. Didn't stop until they put sedatives in her. She's been at IMH since.
    Disorder;;
    "They should have a list somewhere, it's a doozy all the stuff they've diagnosed me with."
    -Separation anxiety
    -OCD
    -Depression
    -Hallucinations
    -Nightmare disorder which causes the Insomnia
    -Bulimia nervosa
    -Claustrophobia
    -Dyslexia
    "And you thought I was normal, huh?"
    Personality;;
    She's very optimistic and cheerful, always trying to encourage others. She is very confident, despite her long list of disorder, all of which she has accepted as fate. She is a bit stubborn, though, and can be a pain about medication and eating.
    She a smart and clever young woman, taking college classes online when she can, and exploring (due to her curious nature) when she can't.
    Dessa is friendly, always looking to make a friend or to talk to an existing one. She is very protective of her friends, fiercely loyal to them. She would do anything for them. She gets quite hotheaded if someone hurts or threatens to hurt them, but she will take abuse to herself.
    Sometimes her tough, happy shell fades, and the confused, angry, hurt person inside comes out. She's very embarrassed after what the doctors call an episode. She has a lot of pride and ego, and hates for anyone to think of her as weak.
    History;;
    She was abandoned at the age of 5 at a rest stop on the highway near Washington DC. She bounced around from house to house until a nice, friendly, warm couple adopted her, named Frank and Penny LeMeay. Two years later, on their way home from the open house of Dessa's elementary school, a drunk 18-wheeler driver plowed into their car. It took two hours for the rescuers to extract Dessa from the car. She had only a broken arm and a mild concussion. Penny survived, but the unborn baby didn't, and neither did Frank, who died in surgery. Life went on, but Dessa's problems began to emerge, as she refused to go to school and clung to Penny for dear life. The nightmares started soon after the car crash, and continued despite therapy. The OCD and Bulimia didn't appear until high school, when the teasing that started in middle school worsened. In junior year she was shipped off to IMH.
    Crush:
    "Don't tell anyone, but I kinda [size=9pt]sorta     maybe [size=7pt]like[/size] [size=6pt]Jay[/size]."
    Boyfriend/Girlfriend:
    "You think someone would date a person like me? Hahahahaha! I haven't even been kissed!"


    Username;;
    PhantomGeek
    Question?;;
    Sorry, I don't like oatmeal cookies.
    Other;;    [/size]





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    [size=10]Name;;
    "Bartlet Charles Dutchon."
    Age;;
    "I'm 23."
    Gender;;
    "Oy vey, you lower the IQ of the entire block."
    Sexuality;;
    "Why do you want to know?" Bisexual
    Reason for Being in IMH;;
    "I was an embarrassment to my father, who was running for State Rep. He stuffed me in this godforsaken place."
    Disorder;;
    "I'm only a sociopath."
    -Sociopath
    -Narcissistic
    -ADHD
    -OCD
    Personality;;
    He's arrogant and very egotistical. He hates to be embarrassed, and thinks himself better than the other patients. He's in total denial about his disorders, and often refuses to go to treatment, He's very stubborn and likes to have things his way.
    He doesn't trust easily, and doesn't have many, if any friends. If his trust is broken, he turns cold and bitter, and never forgets or forgives.
    He keeps his emotions hidden behind a mask, under which he rarely allows his friends to see. He is calm and collected most of the time, but gets quite angry if you hurt his friends. He is brave, but quite a bit selfish. He won't do anything for others unless it will benefit himself as well.
    History;;
    "I just told you. My jerk of a father has always hated me and stuffed me in here when I was 16."
    Crush:
    "Yeah, no."
    Boyfriend/Girlfriend:
    "No thank you."


    Username;;
    See above
    Question?;;
    Other;;    [/size]

  • Iɴᴋᴡᴇʟʟ Mᴇɴᴛᴀʟ Hᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ (Roleplay)

    [align=center]Odessa
    Odessa sat with a cup of coffee clenched in her hands. It was her eighth. Her legs jittered under the table as she warily eyed the nurses who came periodically to try and get her to calm down, to go to bed, to let go of the coffee cup. She had broken the last one, they tried to get her to go to the infirmary to get treated for the cuts on her hands, but she refused. There were too many people in the infirmary. She could feel herself on the edge of a breakdown. One more cup of coffee so she wouldn't fall asleep, then she would go to her room and hash it out with her demons. One more cup of coffee, and then people would start showing up. She took her eyes off of the nurses to glance at the clock. They would start arriving soon. Her feet tapped out a rhythm on the floor. Taptaptaptaptap. One more cup of coffee. She couldn't go to sleep, that's where the nightmares lurked. If she went to sleep the monster would come out from under her bed and eat her. One more cup of coffee...




    Bartlet
    Barry threw a rubber ball against the wall. He was sitting against his bed, and the ball bounced back to him with perfect ease. He did this every day. It gave him patience. Patience, so that he could wait out his sentence in this madhouse. He had to be patient. One day, he would get out, and when that day came, he would find his father, and demand retribution for his days locked away in the asylum, in this living h*ll. He had no problems, besides the familial issues. A scowl grew on his face as he continued to throw the ball. Practice makes perfect. This was proof enough that he was sane. He'd like to see some wacko try it. He threw the ball one final time but did not catch it, instead dressing for the day so that he could get breakfast and then find some hideyhole to wait out the day in.
    Once he got out of this crazy house