//could I join?
Mental Facility :/
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(is this still open?)
(Can I join??)
Im sure you guys can join, i dunno where the founder of this rp went xD..)
//XD
(aight I'm just gonna enter my character then)
Name: Kaz "Kaon" Weathers
Age: 17 I guess
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Looks: Tall (like 5'11"), pale, lots of freckles, curly reddish-brown hair that's in a long undercut, looks thin but could probably punch through a wall if he wanted to, tattoo of a tree on his left shoulder, couple of ear piercings
Wearing: Faded red tank top, dark grey cargo pants, combat boots, red hoodie tied around his waist, dog tags (his mom's), glasses
Personality: Sarcastic, doesn't know what sleep is, angry, sadistic, has issues with a lack of empathy, actually kind beneath his tough guy personality, secretly wants hugs
Reason for being here: Depression, suspected sociopath, multiple personality disorder, anxiety, anger issues
Background: Long story short his mom died of cancer and he went to live with his aunt and uncle (who are the reason he doesn't have a soul but I might explain that later), they forced him to go into the institution before he goes into the military
Other: Best friend is his cousin Michael, has electricity powers but doesn't use them, half demon
Name: Eve Winters
Gender: Female
Personality: absentminded, unattached, develop
Appearance: dark brown hair, blue eyes, freckles, a burn on her left forearm
Reason for being here: severe PTSD, nobody knows why, she wont tell
Background(optional): //develop
Other(Anything else you can think of): used to have a cat named Lily and calls for it often
pets
(Gasp, it’s Kaz)
(ye)
Name: Lonan Miles
Gender: Male
Personality: Silent, calm, cold, kind, introvert, daring, carless.
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0b/4f/69/0b4f69b21dec48877274dcb989aee14f.jpg
Reason for being here: PTSD, Self-harm, depression, anthropophobia (Fear of people)
Background(optional): Parent's died in a car accident, grew up with a carless abusive drunk that took him in.
Other: He can get violent (Like really violent) If someone starts touching or pushing him, he hates physical contact otherwise he runs and hides when someone is around. HAS bad eye sight and is a clumsy walker.
(Has everyone posted there characters?)
(I think?)
(@Within_The_Shadows hasn't)
//darn it all
(When should we start??)
(I vote we get at least three or so people online before starting since the creator sort of hasn't shown up yet lol)
(K.K..)
im online
hello
(Hi, can someone start So this won’t die?)
(uhhh I could maybe try?)
Im cool with that )
(ok here we go)
Kaz was dragged into the hall by his arms, two uniformed employees on either side dragging him across the tiles. "Let me go! Let me go you goddamn pricks!" he shouted at them, trying and failing to stop them from dragging him any further. They shoved him into the main hall before letting go, and he whipped around. He aimed to throw a punch at one of them but a door was shut in his face. He stood there for a moment, staring angrily through the glass window
Sylvan pressed his face to the window on his room door, wide eyed and interested what was making such a ruckus in the hall outside.
Kaz brushed himself off, rubbing at the marks the guards had made on his arms. He ran a hand through his hair, scowling. He hated this place already and he had barely been here a day. He walked over to a table in the corner, pulling a chair out a little too forcefully and sitting down
Sylvan pressed his face against the wall to try and talk to Kaz, yelling a muffled HELLOOOO
Kaz looked up, squinting through the window. He frowned, getting up to walk over to Sylvan. He tapped on the glass, a little confused as to whether or not the stranger was talking to him or not
Sylvan scampered back to the glass, and waved. His door had been locked from the outside.
pets
(Oof, okay I’m here)
Vaughn was sat on the floor of his room, a cuff around his wrist, the other attached to his bed frame. Around his eye was bruised, and blood dripped from his nose and split bottom lip. He had lashed out again. The doctor was trying to give him some knew form of sedative that would practically knock him out, and the next thing he knew, his hands were around the doctor’s throat. He had been practically strangling the life out of him when a few guards dragged him off, one smashing their fist into the side of his face. So, he had been dragged back to his room and cuffed to the bed where he couldn’t hurt himself or anyone else. The joke was on them. As he tugged on his wrist, the metal of the cuff had slit it open, blood spilling from the gash. They would have to let him go if he was bleeding this much.
(ayy)
Kaz frowned. Okay then. He glanced down at the lock on his door, thinking for a moment. A small smile worked its way onto his face when he realized it was the kind that he knew how to easily pick. He reached up, taking one of the bar-shaped piercings out of his ear and crouching down. He fiddled with the lock for a moment before it opened with a click. He smiled, putting the earring back in and walking quietly out into the hallway