Waking Up in A Mental Hospital (Closed)

// may I join too?

Name: Harper (No last name, that will be explained later)
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual but generally prefers women
Preferred Pronouns: She/Her
Appearance: Green eyes, silvery blonde hair, pale skin tone, tall but underweight.
Personality: Shy and reclusive.
Strengths/Talents: She can pick any lock, she's an expert in deduction, very good at fighting but not very strong, so she uses her opponent's weight against them.
Flaws: Very physically weak, distant and detached, doesn't really understand people. She feels very little in the way of emotion. Terrified of bright lights and loud noises.
Background/Family Relations: (If this is okay) She lived in the asylum her whole life, she has never met anyone from the outside world until now. She understands very little about the rest of humanity, she has no family to speak of/knows about.
Role (“Patient”, Doctor, or Nurse?): Patient

Yes, there should always be somebody to let you know that your doom is upon you.

Name: Genevieve Young
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Preferred Pronouns: She/her
Appearance: Gen has long red/brown hair and hazel eyes. Her skin is pale and she has naturally long eyelashes.
Personality: Gen is an optimist and believes that people are inherently good. She is friendly and is willing to help, and she likes simplicity. She has a dark side, as everyone does, but ultimately remains positive.
Strengths/Talents: She's a good computer hacker, is trained in fighting and boxing, shooting, and knows most tricks criminals use to try to get past the law.
Flaws: She can be a bit too trusting, and she has a tendency to bury her feelings and then have an outburst or breakdown at a later time, even though she hates yelling.
Background/Family Relations: She was abandoned as a baby in public, and then found by cop (who adopted her), and ended up being raised by the police force. She learned to hack, shoot, fight, and more. No one can usually guess her story because she’s the kindest little human with a heart of gold.
Role (“Patient”, Doctor, or Nurse?): "Patient"

(I’m on)

(I'm on)

(I'm just gonna stalk this, unless you want a doctor or another nurse.)

(I am the only nurse)

(I SHALL BE A DOCTOR)

Name: Paran Liepus (Lee-poos)
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual, Poly
Preferred Pronouns: He/Him
Appearance: Green eyes, well kept hair, stubble
Personality: Kind, unnerving, brooding, not easily tricked
Strengths/Talents: Strong(can hold people down), sees through lies
Flaws: Not even sure why he is employed here, wants his paycheck, mild narcolepsy(Falls asleep randomly), anxiety
Background/Family Relations: Became a doctor to prove his father wrong, abusive home. Lives with three cats and wants to take care of them. Lives to take care of people.
Role (“Patient”, Doctor, or Nurse?): Doctor, one of the few in the facility, not the 'head honcho.'

(okay)

Name: Charlotte "Charlie" Walker
Age: 21 1/2
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual (Leans towards girls, but is fine with anyone)
Preferred Pronouns: She/her

Appearance: Charlie tends to dye her hair different colors based on what she's feeling. Right now it's a grayish, white color. https://i.pinimg.com/originals/63/9c/c9/639cc94c60e281db24b767d09a4a7ca2.jpg She has deep blue eyes that look icy and her skin is paler. She usually wears NASA sweatshirts, or sweatshirts with sayings that say sarcastic things like "I'm Silently Correcting Your Grammar." Her left leg is replaced with a prosthetic.

Personality: She can be quiet and reserved at first and tends to study/watch people before she decides to talk to them. She can be sarcastic, loves to joke around, and is fun-loving. Charlie loves little things that make her smile. (Especially loves Birthday/thank you cards)

Strengths/Talents: She loves to paint and draw.

Flaws: Not very trusting, but when she starts to like someone she usually ends up hurting herself.

Background/Family Relations: Charlie lost her left leg to osteosarcoma, a type of cancer. Most of her life she spent in a hospital, and rarely saw her family. (most of her family lives in France and Europe anyways) She lost her little brother to cancer as well, so she was depressed for some time, but she found joy in art and colors. (That's why she dyes her hair so much)

Role: Patient

( I hope I can still join, it looks awesome!)

(Sorry, I was writing my character up when you closed it. And of course it took me like 30 minutes to write it up. )

So will we begin?

Charlie grimaced as she woke up groggily, a throbbing pain in her head. She refused to open her eyes, thinking that she had to go to school, but after a few seconds she forced herself to look around. As she opened her eyes, she squinted at the bright light in the room, pushing herself into a sitting position. Charlie studied the room around her. White walls. No windows. Yellow lights. And white sheets. She hated this place already. There was no color at all. An annoying buzzing noise came from the lights as if they would give out any second now.

Harper saw a male get out of his bed. (Yeah I said she doesn't understand humans roll with it) "I advise against that." she said, her voice echoed like it hadn't been used for a long time. Which it hadn't.

"Heyo!" Benji knocked on the door. "It's me! I have breakfast, August."

Luke groans softly. What… happened? His eyes flutter open, and he slowly sits up, hissing at the pain in his head. Where the hello kitty… where is he exactly? He shakes his head, groaning as he holds it. "What the…?" he mutters. Where where his brothers? They were usually up by now, bugging him to get out of bed, but it was quiet. He slowly opens his eyes fully.

"You are in the asylum. Nobody leaves the asylum. The outside is unsafe. Nobody can leave the asylum." Harper said ominously.

Charlie pushed herself off of the edge of her bed, but immediately slammed onto the ground. She reached down and felt the stump of her leg. It wasn't there. Where was her prosthetic? Charlie looked around for it and finally saw it on the other side of the room. She started to drag herself across the floor, trying to reach her prosthetic.

(They're alone in the rooms right?)

"Anyone hungry?" Benji tried again. Why was he offering food to these people again? Right, they were his patients. But when had he signed up for this job? He'd always wanted to open a cafe, not become a nurse.

Luke jumps, hissing again as his head reels with pain. Wait… asylum?! No! He feels the pain in his body leave him as he starts to panic. His brothers! His parents! He stares at the woman. "WHERE THE HELL AM I?!" He roars, growling at the female. "WHY DID YOU TAKE ME?! WHERE IS MY FAMILY?!" he cries.