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--IF YOU DIDN'T READ THE TOPIC DESCRIPTION, THIS IS A PRIVATE ROLEPLAY. KLOWII AND I ONLY. Thank you.--

Welcome to Happy Trails! Here at our institute, we always look over our patients as if they were a part of our family. It doesn't matter if you're delusional or hear voices, our nurses and doctors will make sure your stay is as comfortable as your own home! Here, we make sure everyone has special attention. We guarantee your safety and happiness. We have lots of games to play! So come on in, make yourself at home. You won't need anything else!

That's what the sign says, anyways. For some of us, it provides comfort. For some, it only brings worry. Who are we? I guess you could call us the clinically insane. Some people prefer to call us the crazies, or even the confused. We are the attendees of Happy Trails.

Most of us call Happy Trails our home away from home. Here, we go through many different forms of therapy. The doctors have many cruel things that are supposed to help us. Most of it only makes us worse. They put us in a chair and strap our hands and ankles into the thing so that we can't and won't resist it. They press a button and pain runs through you like a pack of wolves. And when the doctors are through for the therapy session, they throw us back in our cells for us to rot away like a dead body. Some people don't survive that chair. I've seen people killed that way.

People die here. It's a fact. Whether it's from the sessions or the lack of food, people die. The doctors throw their bodies into flames, like what they did during the Holocaust. When the ashes build up to a large pile, they throw the black remains into a hole in the ground. They cover the hole and leave as if nothing had happened.

Happy Trails is surrounded by thick, brick walls that seem to be always added onto. There are three brick walls in all, each several yards thick. It doesn't help that the tops are covered in electrified barbed wire. In between each brick wall is more of that barbed wire. Guards with large guns are always cruising around those walls, watching for anyone who plans to escape. There is only one entrance into Happy Trails. One exit. That exit has triple amount of guards than any place at the asylum.

There are four large buildings within the walls of Happy Trails. The first building, a red brick building that has many exits and entrances into it. That's Section A, the place that they keep the harmless crazies. People in that building are often let out and their therapy sessions are few and easy. Most of them are just talking about problems and things. This building is more or less quiet and most of it's cells are empty.

The second building is also made out of red brick, but it only has two entrances and exits in the place. The people there are a bit more dangerous, their therapies a bit more harsh. Those people either have killed someone, tried to kill them-self, or are prone to hearing or seeing "voices" and "dead people." Their therapy sessions are more physical; things such as getting put in a straight jacket or padded room. The people of Section B must have special permission to be granted outside. This building is the most occupied of all of the buildings and screams and laughter coming from it can be heard for miles.

The third building, Section C, is where they keep the worst of the worst here. It's a building made out of pure concrete and steel and has an outer wall that is covered in the same barbed wire as the walls outside. The people of this section are serial killers, cannibals, and people who refuse to believe that they are in an asylum. There are only ten or fifteen of these people in the entire building, which is obviously the largest. Over half of them are in straight jackets. The therapy sessions they go through are the most difficult to live through. They go through the electric chair and padded rooms. Things like that. The people of it are not allowed under any circumstance to go outside unless they have special permission from the guy who runs the place.

The fourth building is the place that the doctors, nurses, and therapists will gather when they aren't in session.

This is what we go through. We want out. We will fight to the death to get out if we have to. We hate the sessions here, especially the people of Section B and C. We hate the nurses, the people who bring us to and from the therapy. We hate the doctors, the people who DO the therapy. We WILL get out. We will not rot here any longer.

Name: This is pretty simple. First and last, please.
Gender:
Date of Birth: Another pretty sample question. Ages 18 and up. Happy Trails does not accept juveniles.
Section: A, B, or C?
How did they get into Happy Trails Asylum?: Pretty simple. Read the paragraph on what each section contains to get a feel. Please be descriptive. This means include dates and names if you're able.
History: What were they like before they started seeing/hearing things/killing things? Where did they live? Be as descriptive as you please.
Personality: Keep it simple, so a paragraph or two.
Appearance: Be as descriptive as you please. Pictures are highly encouraged.
Habits: Every crazy has some sort of habit. Perhaps a lick of the lips or constant twitching.
Other:: Anything else?

Dessdemona "Dess" VanEtten - Klowii (Section B)
Vincent Wilson - Varekai (Section C)

Let the games begin.

This post has been edited by Varekai: Jan 1 2011, 12:03 PM

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Name: Dessdemona (Dess) VanEtten
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: March 27th, 1990. 20 years old.
Section: B
How did they get into Happy Trails Asylum?: When Dess was a child, she developed schizophrenia. She gained another personality. She called her Melissa. Melissa liked to kill and harm people, and sometimes she would even harm Dess. Melissa only takes control when Dess gets angry or depressed. One night, she and her parents were fighting. Dess got very angry, and Melissa took control, killing them both.

Her grandmother decided it was best to send her to Happy Trails Asylum, so she could not hurt anyone else.

History: When Dess was in first grade, there was a boy who would make fun of her by calling her names, often "stupid and ugly". After a while of this, Dess came to believe that both of those statements were true. A few weeks later, the boy got physical with Dess, yanking her hair and kicking her in the shins.

She did not tolerate this, no. She punched him right in his mouth, knocking one of his teeth out. Dess got in trouble for retaliating, and the boy got off without a punishment. After a few more weeks, the boy moved away. This made Dess feel as if she got a hundred pounds lifted off her shoulders.

When she was in third grade, her old elderly neighbors moved out. This saddened Dess, since she liked to talk to the elderly wife after school everyday. The new people that moved in had two children. One younger girl and a boy who looked like he was in sixth grade.

Dess tried to be nice, and be friends with them. But all the boy did was lock Dess in the creepy basement. She was there for days, surrounded by creepy dolls. On the brink of starvation, she seemed to hear one of them talk to her. She responded back, talking to all of the dolls. She then developed another personality. Her name was Melissa.

Dess liked talking to Melissa the best, since she lived in her head. One day while in the basement, Melissa took control of all of Dess' body. She forced Dess to go upstairs, and she kicked the door down. The boy rushed down, and Melissa beat him until he was bloody and injured badly.

Melissa gave Dess control, and she freaked out. Dess did not know what to do at all, so she just left him laying there. She ran back home, and went up to her room. She then developed one last personality, which was called Bliss. Bliss was nice, and she always made Dess feel better by giving words of encouragement, or by complimenting her.

When Dess was in sixth grade, she and Melissa made a deal that she would only come out if Dess was really angry, or she was depressed. Melissa accepted the deal, and it stayed. Bliss only came out if Dess was truly happy, which was very rare.

As Dess advanced in school, she would hurt more people. Like the snooty popular girl who called her a cow. That did not go unpunished. No. Dess covered up the evidence buy burning the body, and spreading the ashes. When reading the newspaper the next day, her death was listed as "Natural Causes". Dess couldn't help but laugh as she read it.

Melissa and Bliss got into many fights with each other, and Dess had to split them up often. They both put up a barrier in her mind so that either of them could not hear each other anymore. Dess did not care, just as long as they stopped fighting.

One day, near the end of high school, Dess thought of all the people who she has harmed, and the families she affected by killing their children or loved ones. She became very depressed by this. She was so depressed that she had to take antidepressants. If she missed one day on taking them, she would get very depressed.

Her parents tried sending her to a councilor by age 19. She accepted, trying to be as friendly as she could towards the person. The therapy did not help her, so she stopped going. This made her parents furious with her, and they told her she had to go.

Dess got angry too, saying that she was old enough to make her own choices. Her parents wouldn't listen, and Melissa took over. She quickly killed them both, and she let Dess back into control. Dess was very afraid, so she burned the bodies, like what she did with anyone else, and she spread the ashes.

She became very depressed after this, and she even tried to kill herself. Luckily, Bliss took over by force, and told her not to. She told her that her parents would not want her to do this if they were still alive, and she told Dess a bunch of other things that changed her mind.

A few weeks after her 20th birthday her grandmother heard of all that happened, and she took action instantly. Rather than send her to a therapist, she sent her to Happy Trails Asylum, ensuring that she would no longer harm anyone. The doctors and nurses greeted her with warm smiles, and promises that she was in good hands. As soon as her grandmother left, they put her in a straight jacket and led her to the B Building.

They put her in a special room, it was really comfy, and it had no windows. Dess went berserk, screaming and kicking everything until the nurses came in, and gave her a shot that calmed her down...

Personality: Dess doesn't really get happy much. It's very rare for her to smile or laugh at all. Sometimes Bliss will force herself out, and she will make Dess act happy on purpose. Dess regains control quickly, however. Unfortunately for Dess, she is very quick to anger. Something as slight as someone running into her will piss her off.

One thing that Dess can't stand is windowless rooms. She hates them, and goes crazy if she is put into one. The nurses and doctors at the Asylum know this, but they don't believe someone should get special treatment just because they don't like something.

Appearance: Dess is fairly short for her age, only reaching 5'3" and weighing in at 118 pounds. Her eyes are a bright ocean blue, but they are mostly icy and stone cold. She is fairly pale, and scrawny looking.

Her hair is black and straight. It is fairly messy, often falling into her eyes. She doesn't care though. For clothes, she wears a black shirt, that dips down slightly. It doesn't cover her shoulders that much at all. Near the end of the sleeves, is a little thing that seems to lace up, like shoe laces. The shirt seems to not go down all the way, and shows her stomach slightly, as if it were too small. It is supposed to be like that.

For lower wear, she wears a pair of black jeans. They are kept up with a black belt. There seems to be a chain on her belt that hangs off, and goes around to one of the loops on the back. For shoes she wears a pair of black steel toed combat boots.

Habits: Dess is often biting her bottom lip, and cracking her knuckles. She also talks out loud, but that is only because she is talking to Melissa and Bliss.

Other: NO. >(

I hope this is good enough. I've been working on this since.... Probably for an hour or two. XD

This post has been edited by A Klowii: Dec 31 2010, 09:48 PM

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I don't have much time, but I'll read it later. Looks good in length, anyways.

Aaaand I added one thing to the sign up sheet. I just remembered that I left it out. If you can edit your profile to add it in would be great.

This post has been edited by Varekai: Dec 31 2010, 09:51 PM

[Judool]

I'll add it in. No problem. C:

When you have time, don't die reading it, Stormie. ;A;

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Name: Vincent Wilson

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: January 7th, 1987 (24 years old)

Section: C

How did they get into Happy Trails Asylum?: Vincent Wilson isn't right in the head. At all. This was why he was sent to Happy Trails. More particularly, Section C. He's a serial killer and a cannibal.

The first kill occurred when he was seven years old. A teenager had tried to knife him in the back as he was walking home. The teenager had grabbed the kid's shoulders and pulled them back as he tried to drive the pocket knife into his back. Little Vincent was terrified, but reacted quickly. He whipped around, tearing out of the teenager's grasp. Vincent's hand pulled the knife bravely out of the stranger's grasp and lashed forward, stabbing the guy in front of him directly in the chest. It was a quick death.

After that, nothing had happened. People never learned about the incident other than Vincent himself, who had quickly become obsessed over morbid topics and death it's self. The second death was many years later when his mind had been corrupted with death and blood. He was 15.

By the second death, Vincent had turned cannibal. The second victim had made him realize how tasty a human body could look. So, he cut himself a nice piece of the victim's arm and roasted it over a fire he had formed in the victim's backyard. And he ate. It tasted wonderful. So, he helped himself to some more of the body. He ended up cutting off the whole right arm, eating it as if it were chicken bone.

The fifth person to be killed by him passed by. Now, he was eating the arms and legs of the people he had murdered. He soon realized that instead of killing strangers without having any fun in it (other than the kill its self and the feast afterwards). He formed a game. He called it the Game of Death. He made a map of the entire city, making small squares for him to move. He found a dice and a small figure that was supposed to be himself. This game was like Clue. But, he could stop into any of the houses or buildings. Every day, he would roll the dice and move the figure once. Every time he landed in one of the houses, he would leave his game and murder the first person he finds in the house.

Now there were twenty people of numerous cities killed and eaten. Vincent was 20. Cops everywhere were trying to figure out why people were slowly becoming missing. The Game of Death was still being played everyday like usual. But for his twenty-third kill, Vincent was clumsy. He had eaten the right arm off of the forty year old woman he had killed, but he left the body. He usually burned the rest of the body, but he had no time. The woman's husband and kids were arriving home. He had to flee. So, he left the mess. Blood and body.

It took the investigators about three days to figure out who had killed the woman. Vincent Wilson was caught. Instead of being thrown into jail, he was taken directly to Happy Trails Asylum, into Section C. He was 22 years old. He was put into a straight jacket, but the investigators didn't mention one important thing. He was a cannibal. He hadn't been given anything to keep his mouth shut until he couldn't handle not eating another. He began to bite nurses and doctors. So, he was given a piece of plastic that was tied around his mouth so that we couldn't bite anymore. A human muzzle.

History: Before the first kill Vincent Wilson had committed, the little boy was happy. He had a nice, stable family of two. His father had left his mother and him before he could remember, but that was alright. His mom didn't have to work three different jobs a day and they didn't live in a trailer. That crap is for movies.

His mother had a decent job, just enough to make a comfortable living. They lived in a small town, one with a high criminal rate. Which is why the teenager tried to stab him. He had become obsessed with death at the age of 8, one year after he killed the teenager. His mother was worried, as most parents should be, but she didn't do anything other than play along with his little game.

By the time that he was too obsessed and often talked about killing people in gruesome ways, his mother was helpless. She couldn't help him now. It was too late. She tried everything. She sent him to the doctor, only to find that they would send him away, saying that he was fine. But he wasn't. She tried to send him to several therapists, but they turned him away too. Said he was too far into his fantasy. He couldn't be fixed.

His mother was strangled to death just before Vincent's second kill. He was 14 years old. She was killed while he wasn't home. He was at the library, checking out every book he could about death, serial killers, and murder. She was killed by a criminal that had escaped the local prison. No reasons lead to why he killed her.

Personality: Vincent Wilson, even though he loves to kill and feast, isn't as cruel or rude as you think he is. He doesn't say much of anything, probably because he's too busy plotting out revenge against the doctors and nurses. He daydreams about getting out of Section C, where he can enjoy the breeze in his face. A place free of being watched while he takes a piss or a shower.

Appearance: Vincent Wilson, despite having the piece of plastic keeping his mouth shut, and being kept in a straight jacket, is kind of handsome. His hair is shiny and jet black, his skin is close to perfect. No acne, no red blotches, and no hair growing places it shouldn't. His skin is pale from not being out in the sun for two years.

Habits: Vincent, without the human muzzle, is constantly licking his lips. His hands twitch more than they should, usually happening when he doesn't taste the taste of human in a long amount of time. So, his hands are almost always moving in some form.

Other: Nope.

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Why would I die while reading your sign up? xD
And when shall we start this roleplay? c:

This post has been edited by Varekai: Jan 1 2011, 12:50 AM

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We can start as soon as you wish. I am going to be up late tonight.

And a fire work just exploded so loud that it set of a car alarm so I will not be sleeping anytime soon. XD

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I can go ahead and open up the topic if you wish. Do you want to start us off or shall I?

[Judool]

It doesn't really matter. C:

If you wouldn't mind going first, that would be great. I have been writing all evening and a break is nice. X3 But if you really don't want to start off, I will. C:

[Permanent Jetlag]

Alrighty, I'll spare you this time. I shall start. xD

[Judool]

Thanks. C:

*Goes to rest her hands*

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http://forums.gtsplus.net/index.php?showto...p;#entry1528300
Topic is up. c:

[Judool]

Wth. That topic was made at almost 2 AM and I was up until 3 AM. How did I not see it? XD

Ah well. Going to work on my post now~ C:

[Permanent Jetlag]

I probably won't be posting again until later tonight. Traveling home. Yey. .-.

[Judool]

Okay. Now I can stop being so lazy and work on my exploration. C: