The Asylum-Bridgeport mental facility (OPEN!!!!!!!) Please join

(Eyyyy, wassup!)

(YOU'RE FINALLY BACK)

Sort us into our dorm rooms, good sir!

(I'm sorry… my notifications weren't working for this… )

(Give me 1 sec to make roommates so we can start)

(it's fine, and k)

ROOMMATES
Ellen Weaver—–James Weston
Annette De'Este—-Aahana
Leon Agnes—-Juniper Colins

(YOu guys good with this?)

I guess?

(Yup.)

(Would an Asylum pair patients together though? It could be a hazard.)

I guess?

(Do you need something changed?)

I guess?

(Do you need something changed?)

No, it's fine the way it is.

Name: Heather

Gender: Female

Age: 18
Sexuality: Probably bisexual but she doesn’t really know.

Appearance: She has short brown hair with bangs. It’s been a long time since she’s had an actual haircut so her hair is in bad shape. She has pale skin but her cheeks are always reddish. She has a very small nose and plump lips. She could be described as beautiful but there’s something off about her… Her eyes are dark and dull. (She looks kind of like this : https://www.pinterest.ch/pin/303711568613518691/ ) She has scars on her hands and some on her calves, mostly because she’s clumsy but also because she enjoy fighting. She rarely smiles. She mostly wears dark, androgynous clothes that don’t really fit her.

Personality: She rarely talks first and she’s not uncomfortable in silence. Deep inside, she’s actually quite passionate and she has a huge passion for cinema, but she feels like that part of her is dead. She thinks she’s nothing more than depression and anger issues. In her opinion, her illnesses define her.

Reason for being in the asylum: She tried to kill herself twice and she takes drugs on a regular basis. Her parents tried to forget about it, but it became too much.

Condition(If you have one): Self harm, depression, violence, anger issues.

Backstory: She doesn’t have any reason to be sad, right ? She’s got a good life and a loving family… And still. She’s miserable. And, because of that, she feels guilty for being depressed. 

Other: She talks really softly and she loves swearing.

(Here's my character ! I hope it's okay ; it's my first RP… :3 ! I might have to leave quite soon actually… Can I still join but start writing with you guys tomorrow or isn't that okay…? I really don't know ahah :$ )

(Cool cool… Ready to start then?)

(Leah do you want a room of three or alone?)

I'm read to begin.

(Leah do you want a room of three or alone?)

(It's up to you. I like both ideas ^^)

James walked down the hall to his assigned room. His hand was twitching against his jeans as he walked. When he got to the room he put his things in the corner neatly and sat on the bed.

Ellen quietly crept down the hall to her assigned room. One could never know who was stalking the halls. She opened to door and stopped. She had a roommate. A boy roommate. She frowned. "Who're you?"

(Leah do you want a room of three or alone?)

(It's up to you. I like both ideas ^^)

(You can join my room until someone else joins on. That good with you?)

(gtg)

"I am James," he said not making eye contact with the stranger.

(Leah do you want a room of three or alone?)

(It's up to you. I like both ideas ^^)

(You can join my room until someone else joins on. That good with you?)

(Yup, perfect !)

They looked at each other, but before either could say a word, yelling interrupted them from another room.
"Stop trying to TALK to me! Just leave me alone!"
"I'm just trying to help you, Leon. Please talk to me."

She walked across to her bed, not dropping her gaze. She didn't need a surprise attack. She set down her duffel bag. She sat down, facing him. "Since when did they let both genders bunk together?"

"Since when did they let both genders bunk together?" James repeated. "Since they assumed the autistic kid didn't know how to get a girl," He responded looking at his feet, "Also gender no longer matters for that kind of thing, because people can be gay."

Heather wandered the white hall. She was scared of this place but, somehow, she stayed calm. She stopped next to a door with her room number on it. She was about to enter when she heard people talking inside. She wasn't going to be alone and that was bothering her. She liked silence and hated small talk…
She took a deep breath and entered the room without saying anything. There were two people in the room. She stayed quiet.

(Lucky for her small talk is hard with someone with autism so no worries!) ',:)

(Lucky for her small talk is hard with someone with autism so no worries!) ',:)

(Ahahahah ! Heather's safe then :p )