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 Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 3:37 pm
Introduction  Ʈɛʃʃ ɱɛ ɩ'ɱ ɴᴑʈ IɳʂɑɴɛWith FieryHeartedAngel & Sylar GinyokuType: Romance/DramaThe Story Plot xxxxA young girl lived a perfect, normal life up until two days before her eighteenth birthday. On that day, she was kidnapped from her home and her parents and twin brother were murdered. She often thinks why they didn't just kill her as well seeing as it would've been better then the month of nothing but abuse, starvation, and raping's that she went through until the cops found her. There were three men involved in her kidnapping and the police only managed to catch the one. The other two are still on the run and the girl is afraid that they'll come back for her. However, she's got bigger problems right now. Everything that has happened to her has really messed with her head and so has landed her in the local asylum. The young girl wants out and she's gone to dramatic lengths to reach freedom over the month that she's been in the asylum. She has many different symptoms, all of them pointing to insanity. Many counselors have tried to help her, but all of them have failed and deemed her case hopless. Will her new counselor she's going to recieve be any different? Will be able to help her and make her become like her old self again? He's convinced that he can. The Rules
1) Please be active and don't let this rp die if you decide to join.
2) You must be at least semi-literate. I won't get on you for a few grammer/spelling mistakes -- I make them myself. You do need to talk in 3rd person and write out your actions though. Also, no one liners! I'd like to see a good chunky post. Pretty, pretty, please! With a cherry on top? =P
3) Pm me your profile titled 'Tell Me I'm Not Insane' and please include a rp sample if I've never rp'd with you before.
4) Just because I need a guy character doesn't mean you need to be a guy to play him. You can be a girl playing the guy character, I don't care about that.
5) Last but not least, obey Gaia's ToS and have fun!
Here are some of my rp's if you'd like to see them: Example 1 | Example 2 | Example 3
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The Characters The Girl
Name: Grace Leanne Sherwood
Nickname: Gracie
Age: 18
Height: 5'9"
Problems: Personality disorder, hallucinations, violent at times, and a danger to herself and others.
Personality: Grace used to be a kind, caring, and helpful type of person. She was rarely serious and always joking around as well as sticking up for her friends when they needed her. She had friends, family, a care free life and was a good student. Now that she's in the asylum, however, it's like there never was a sweet girl in there. She's always rude, yelling and screaming at those trying to help her or touch her, or do anything for her in anyway. She smiles and laughs at the things that shouldn't be smiled about and has an almost sadistic type of personailty towards everything.
Bio: Grace used to be a normal teenager living a normal, simple life. She never had to worry about issues that were more serious then she was willing to handle. The only troubles she faced were teenage things; dances, choosing a college, getting a good grade. Your normal, average problems. Two days before her eighteenth birthday though, her parents and brother were murdered in their home by three men. They kidnapped her even though Grace had wished that she had died along with them, especially after a month of starving, being beat, and raped by them.
That one month felt like the longest month in Grace's life until one day the police showed up and found her. They managed to catch one man, but the other two are still wanted, still on the run. Grace was immediatly sent the hospital for treating and after only two days, they released her from there only to have her put into an asylum. It was what she needed they had told her, but Grace thinks that she's perfectly normal. That the things that she see's and that she thinks are perfectly normal, that she's not hallucinating or anything at all. After hearing various counselors consider her a lost cause, Grace is starting to lose hope that she'll ever get out of here. Will the new counselor that is coming to see her help her any, or will he be just another failure in Grace's eyes?
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 The Counselor
Name: James Kingsley
Nickname: James
Age: 25
Height: 6'1
Personality: James has always been a kind-hearted guy. He loves to goof around and likes a challenge, especially when it comes to woman. James knows how to be kind and sweet, but also when to be strong and stern - to show that he means business. James is no pushover. He is very protective of his friends and family, although he hasn't had contact with his family in years. James is quite analytical, when you think he's just loafing around he could truly just be studying you. He is incredibly smart and graduated at top of his class. He is known to have an IQ somewhere above 180.
Bio: James was born to a poor family. His mother, being a victim of rape, wasn't too fond of having him around. Because of this, he was constantly beat and mistreated as a child. That stopped however, one evening when James decided he had enough and fueled by rage completely wrecked their tiny house. His mother grew to fear him and he ran away. He couldn't bear to see her afraid to step out of her room. James managed to get to a small city in Oklahoma when he finally collapsed. An elderly couple took him in when he was just 14 and taught him the difference between right & wrong. James left their home when he was 18 and studied at the University of Oregon. He still keeps in touch with them and has tried to make contact with his mother. She is now married and has two other children, but she never wishes to see him again . . .
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 6:44 am
||________ ʛɼᴀƈɛ ♦ ʂɦɛɾᴡᴑᴑɖ ________||
Yeah, I might be insane. But if you had lived through
what I've had to, you'd be crazy too.
Crowded streets all cleared away, one by One
Hollow heroes separate, as they run
You're so cold, keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while strong men die
Grace closed her eyes and continued to play her song. It was one that held a lot of notes to it and flowed together seamlessly as her fingers skimmed across the board quickly, hitting the right keys from pure memory. When she was admitted to the asylum, her music scholarship was stripped from her. Her plans and dreams from the future was taken from her all because of those men. Those thoughts caused her to become angry and hit a wrong note on accident. She breathed out a long sigh to relax herself and continued playing with no thoughts running through her head except for the tune of the song. Even while the music drowned out most small noises, her ears were very alert for any sort of sound that came from within the room. Even when Grace looked relax, she was always being very observant of the things around her whether it was from sight or just simply hearing the sounds; not much got past her.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 9:55 am
 James Kingsley
- PsychoAnalyst
"When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane."
Cause nobody wants to be the last one there
Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares
Someone to love with my life in their hands
There's gotta be somebody for me like that
Cause nobody wants to do it on their own
And everyone wants to know they're not alone
There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere
There's gotta be somebody for me out there
James yawned as he pulled up to the Institute, he had just gotten out of college two years before but already he was getting pretty big cases. A good sign. James fixed his tie and slid his hands into his pockets as he walked up the staircase that led to the steel door. A bit redundant, he thought but ehhh. Wasn't his place to criticize, now was it? He lifted his hand to knock when the door slowly swung open to reveal two elderly men in labcoats smiling. "Greetings Dr. Kingsley. Come in. Come." He didn't wish to point out he hadn't gotten his masters yet and just followed. He could hear the sound of a piano through the halls and closed his eyes, imagining what kind of person could play that here. "Well Dr. Kingsley, as you know we need your help. We have a young girl here, a miss Grace Sherwood and we want your help in curing her." James nodded and the men smiled nervously before leading him towards the room Grace was in. They were going to step in when James held out his hand and stepped forwards, but hasn't crossed the threshold.
This girl . . . she was amazing. Absolutely spectacular. He notice she had made one error but paid it no mind, it meant nothing. When she was done, James lifted his hands and began to clap. "Bravo Miss Sherwood. Beautifully done." The right corner of his lip curled in slightly in a lop-sided grin.
Tonight, out on the street, out in the moonlight
And dammit this feels too right, it's just like déja vu
Me standing here with you
So I'll be holding my breath, could this be the end?
Is it that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 2:04 pm
||________ ʛɼᴀƈɛ ♦ ʂɦɛɾᴡᴑᴑɖ ________||
Yeah, I might be insane. But if you had lived through
what I've had to, you'd be crazy too.
Crowded streets all cleared away, one by One
Hollow heroes separate, as they run
You're so cold, keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while strong men die
Grace closed the case that covered the piano keys and turned in her seat slightly to face the man that had come in the doorway. She studied him for a second, taking in his suited and sharp appearence and noticed that he had the air of a counselor. "Lovely, you must be a counselor. . . and seeing as you know my name, I'm guessing you've been assigned to me," she said to him, her bright blue eyes coming to rest on his eyes. "I already feel sorry for you," Grace said sarcastically with a small smirk on her face as she got up from the bench and looked at the doorway that he was standing in, making it obvious that she wanted to leave but she didn't want to squeeze around him in order to do so. Of course, once she was out of the room, she wasn't going to stick around to let him talk to her. More then likely, she'd make a straight line for anywhere where she wouldn't be bothered.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 6:46 pm
James Kingsley
- PsychoAnalyst
"When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane."
Cause nobody wants to be the last one there
Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares
Someone to love with my life in their hands
There's gotta be somebody for me like that
Cause nobody wants to do it on their own
And everyone wants to know they're not alone
There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere
There's gotta be somebody for me out there
James knew she was a tad bit surprised by him, and that she felt slightly awkward. Then she was back to herself... or what he assumed she was like. This girl was not insane. She was capable of rational thinking, she was merely angry and hurt. Who wouldn't be, after what she'd gone through. She didn't deserve to be in here. "Yeah, i'm a counselor. Studying to be a Psycho Analyst." He shrugged and knew she wanted out of that room. The two other doctors seemed to be trying to give the impression she wasn't going to leave. James shook his head and without hesitation, shoved them both aside. "Let her be. If she wishes to leave the room, then we have no right to stop her."
He moved into the room and leaned against the wall, leaving the doorway completely available to her. "I haven't been assigned. I took your case because I was hoping I could help. Does that bother you?" He smiled kindly. He wasn't a typical therapist, for one he was young. He was rash and impulsive and would definitely be incredibly different than her past counselors.
Tonight, out on the street, out in the moonlight
And dammit this feels too right, it's just like déja vu
Me standing here with you
So I'll be holding my breath, could this be the end?
Is it that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 8:18 pm
||________ ʛɼᴀƈɛ ♦ ʂɦɛɾᴡᴑᴑɖ ________||
Yeah, I might be insane. But if you had lived through
what I've had to, you'd be crazy too.
Crowded streets all cleared away, one by One
Hollow heroes separate, as they run
You're so cold, keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while strong men die
With careful thought, she decided to stay in the room a little bit longer to figure this man out a bit more. "Yes," she answered him simply upon hearing his question. "It does," she added as she walked to one corner of the room where there was a chair that she sat on, pulling her legs up and crossing them beneath herself as well. "Everyone has a motive when they take an active move to do something. What was your motive in taking my case?" she asked him. She knew that he had said he took her case because he was hoping he could help, but Grace always thought there was something more that wasn't being said when it came to the counselors here and their actions to 'help' people. So far, she hadn't seen how any of the ones that tried to help her did much good. If anything, they'd made it worse she thought.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 8:36 pm
James Kingsley
- PsychoAnalyst
"When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane."
Cause nobody wants to be the last one there
Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares
Someone to love with my life in their hands
There's gotta be somebody for me like that
Cause nobody wants to do it on their own
And everyone wants to know they're not alone
There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere
There's gotta be somebody for me out there
James saw her get comfortable in the chair and motioned towards one not to far from her. "May I?" Without waiting for her to say anything, he sat down. They had a space of about 10 feet in between them. James sat back in his chair with one ankle propped up over his other knee. He was relaxed and comfortable, not like the stiff doctors with their notepads. He nodded, "you're right. Everyone does have a motive aside from helping each other out. I am merely a human, after all." He thought momentarily, "my motive was a simple one. You see, my life, although not nearly as difficult as yours, was very tough. I did most mistakes in the past, so this is a way for me to redeem myself." He looked down at his hands, he was being completely serious. The money meant nothing.
Tonight, out on the street, out in the moonlight
And dammit this feels too right, it's just like déja vu
Me standing here with you
So I'll be holding my breath, could this be the end?
Is it that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 8:55 pm
||________ ʛɼᴀƈɛ ♦ ʂɦɛɾᴡᴑᴑɖ ________||
Yeah, I might be insane. But if you had lived through
what I've had to, you'd be crazy too.
Crowded streets all cleared away, one by One
Hollow heroes separate, as they run
You're so cold, keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while strong men die
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 9:02 pm
James Kingsley
- PsychoAnalyst
"When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane."
Cause nobody wants to be the last one there
Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares
Someone to love with my life in their hands
There's gotta be somebody for me like that
Cause nobody wants to do it on their own
And everyone wants to know they're not alone
There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere
There's gotta be somebody for me out there
James nodded. "You're right. I'm doing this for selfish reasons. However, I do believe my reasons are better than what some others do it for." At this, he turned to the two elderly Counselors in the doorway, "money." They both looked down then grumbled and walked away. James loosened his tie and looked at her. "That's why the others failed." He studied her for a second, "they still treat you like a child. Like 'lil Gracie', not as a young woman."
He thought on her final question, "I can not tell you how long I'll last. For all we know, I could die as I walk out of this place today. I can tell you this though, as long as i'm breathing i'll be here every day. Whether it be for an actual sit down session, or because you'd like to walk around the institute and just shoot the breeze." He smiled at her. "You're trying to be harsh. It's a defense mechanism. Many have given up on you, you're scared i'll do the same. It's a typical reaction, an unnecessary one though."
Tonight, out on the street, out in the moonlight
And dammit this feels too right, it's just like déja vu
Me standing here with you
So I'll be holding my breath, could this be the end?
Is it that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 9:22 pm
||________ ʛɼᴀƈɛ ♦ ʂɦɛɾᴡᴑᴑɖ ________||
Yeah, I might be insane. But if you had lived through
what I've had to, you'd be crazy too.
Crowded streets all cleared away, one by One
Hollow heroes separate, as they run
You're so cold, keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while strong men die
"And I'll have you wishing that you didn't just make that commitment by the end of the week probably," she said to him with a sarcastic laugh at his seemingly devoted desire to help her. If he ended up eventually getting her out of this place, she supposed that putting up with him and having him around wouldn't be such a terrible price for her to get her freedom back again. Of course, once she was out of here, she wasn't entirely sure of where to go but that was a worry for another day. At hearing the last bit of what he said, she found herself to be a little angry at it. Angry because, mainly, he'd guessed the reason behind her harshness to him spot on. "Good guess," she said to him, clapping her hands a few times in a mocking way. "I still don't think that it's an unnecessary one at this point. For all I know, you could be lying to me. You haven't even introduced yourself yet," Grace pointed out to him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 9:29 pm
James Kingsley
- PsychoAnalyst
"When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane."
Cause nobody wants to be the last one there
Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares
Someone to love with my life in their hands
There's gotta be somebody for me like that
Cause nobody wants to do it on their own
And everyone wants to know they're not alone
There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere
There's gotta be somebody for me out there
James shook his head. "You don't act like a child. You act like a wounded animal simply trying to survive." He laughed at her idle threat and shook his head. "Try me. I'm pretty damn stubborn, Miss Sherwood." He yawned and cracked his neck before raising an eyebrow at her final statement. He could have sworn... "crap." He chuckled softly, "sorry about that. Guess I forgot." James stood up and walked to her before holding out his hand. "I'm James." He knew he was right before and he knew it bothered her. That was ok with him.
Tonight, out on the street, out in the moonlight
And dammit this feels too right, it's just like déja vu
Me standing here with you
So I'll be holding my breath, could this be the end?
Is it that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 8:01 am
||________ ʛɼᴀƈɛ ♦ ʂɦɛɾᴡᴑᴑɖ ________||
Yeah, I might be insane. But if you had lived through
what I've had to, you'd be crazy too.
Crowded streets all cleared away, one by One
Hollow heroes separate, as they run
You're so cold, keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while strong men die
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 10:14 am
James Kingsley
- PsychoAnalyst
"When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane."
Cause nobody wants to be the last one there
Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares
Someone to love with my life in their hands
There's gotta be somebody for me like that
Cause nobody wants to do it on their own
And everyone wants to know they're not alone
There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere
There's gotta be somebody for me out there
Her flinch was too be expected. James had no idea why he thought she wouldn't. He dropped his hand and sat in his seat once more. At her question about the suit, he shrugged. "I'm comfortable in it. Plus, I figured i'd try to look formal this time around. I probably won't wear one too often. Why do you ask?" He saw her frown and wondered if she had something against suits. Odd. But possible. "Would you like to go for a walk? We can go into the courtyard."
Tonight, out on the street, out in the moonlight
And dammit this feels too right, it's just like déja vu
Me standing here with you
So I'll be holding my breath, could this be the end?
Is it that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 2:29 pm
||________ ʛɼᴀƈɛ ♦ ʂɦɛɾᴡᴑᴑɖ ________||
Yeah, I might be insane. But if you had lived through
what I've had to, you'd be crazy too.
Crowded streets all cleared away, one by One
Hollow heroes separate, as they run
You're so cold, keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while strong men die
At the mention of going for a walk, or rather at the mention of possibly going outside, Grace perked up slightly. Here she wasn't allowed to go outside without supervision because she'd tried to run away the first day she was put here. Since then, none of her previous counselors had trusted her enough to let her outside and had preferred to talk with her inside the institute instead. To be offered a chance to go outside wasn't something that she was about to refuse. Before she came here, she used to love being outside, soaking up the sun, or playing in the rain with friends. "Walking sounds alright," she said after a moment with a nod of her head. She got up from her seat and walked towards the doorway, but paused and waited on James. It wasn't going to do her a lot of good to walk ahead of him, the guard at the door needed to see that James was going to watch her before she was even allowed to step one foot outside.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 6:54 pm
James Kingsley
- PsychoAnalyst
"When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane."
Cause nobody wants to be the last one there
Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares
Someone to love with my life in their hands
There's gotta be somebody for me like that
Cause nobody wants to do it on their own
And everyone wants to know they're not alone
There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere
There's gotta be somebody for me out there
James stood up, he had known that none of her previous counselors had allowed her outside. They deemed her a threat and unstable. That was a problem. They had her locked up in a tiny room, her only visitor a doctor who was merely trying to make a profit. It was wrong. He slid his hands into his pockets and followed her. They arrived at the door to the courtyard, where a guard gave her a weary look before James pushed open the door and motioned for Grace to walk out into the fresh air. After she stepped out, James did and closed the door. He didn't deem her the way others did. He yawned and followed her around the courtyard, a small smile on his face. "Do you like the outdoors?"
Tonight, out on the street, out in the moonlight
And dammit this feels too right, it's just like déja vu
Me standing here with you
So I'll be holding my breath, could this be the end?
Is it that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with
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