Stolen Voices, Buried Secrets

Stolen Voices,

.........Buried Secrets.

The Livingston Asylum is way off forgotten in a barren wasteland. Nobody has taken care of the land nor have they step foot near it. You hear the screams and shouts of crazy people and workers alike. They're are hundreds of patients, dieing by the dozens. You see, Livingston isn't the same as any other asylum... It has major differeneces. What? You think I'm going to tell you? Nope. You're just going to have to find out, my friend. If you have gotten this far put "Asylum" in white in Other.

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(Worker)

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(Crasy, Nusty, Jacked up Person) XD

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Rules:

No spam

Keep the OOC's to a minimal

No killing without MY permission.

Enjoy Your Stay, love.~

Name: Keaton Hazle

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: Keaton is well, not very girly and shows it quite well. In fact, she is more of a teenage boy then a girl. She dresses, eats, slouches, sits, and thinks like a boy. On a daily basis she is getting mistaken for one too.

Video games, technology, and being a rebel is her life and she planned for it to stay like that...until she was sent to this awful place. How could a quiet, shy, and polite girl be so scary to be sent to a horrible place? Well, Keaton has a strange switch in the back of her head and if it is 'turned on' in metphorical terms, bad things happen to her brain. Voices start up, and usaully they are the naughty kind. The kind that makes you want to listen to them even if you know what they are telling you is wrong. Those voices tell Keaton to do stragne things. "What kind of strange things?" you may ask. No one really knows exept for her. If you ask her then she will tense up and begin to rock back in fourth.

Appearence:

Keaton never been the person to freak out about the way she looks. It even shows in her clothes. No, she doesn't wear horrible trashy clothing. She just isn't very preppy. Her style is more of a male than a female, wearing knees shorts and baggy t-shirts, throwing beanies over her head and wearing torn up converse. Keaton also has midneck lengthed bleach blonde hair. Her bangs are unduly unkept, causing them to fall all in her face covering up her unamused, drugged like eyes.

Keaton is never outside and is usaully cooped up watching TV or bothering the workers with inaprpraite behavoir and never seems to get a good tan, thus having a sickly pale look. She has hardly noticeable freckles just along her nose. Her plain bright blue eyes usaully are sparkling with curiosty.

Why are you here: (Stated in personality.)

Background: She doesn't talk about it. (I am so lazy. XD)

What is you twisted power of awesomeness: Entering peoples heads and making them kill themselves in terrify ways.

Other:

Asylum

OOC: Tried to hurry for you, you said you wanted to roleplay really badly.

(Worker)

Name: Jareth Claude

Age: 21

Sexuality: Straight

Gender: Male

Personality: Jareth is the dark and serious type. He keep to himself doesn't say much and stays out of people's way. All he want to do at the Asylum is make food for the prisoners.

Appearence:

Why are you here: "To take care of those who can't behave themselves."

Other: Aslyum

(Crasy, Nusty, Jacked up Person) XD

Name: Nemi Fenwick

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Personality: Nemi's insane. She can't keep her thoughts straight, she's always yelling something random, and always refers to herself as 'Prince Fenwick' even though she's a girl.

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Why are you here: For her insanity, obviously.

Background: Nemi was sent to the Livingston asylum for being insane. She would lock herself in her closet and try to scratch herself out, on purpose. She would walk up to random guys and ask how long 'it' was. Nemi wasn't trying to be an outcast... or really an incast. Her brain was formatted for nothing but silence... That's why she's so loud. She doesn't like silence. She loves loud music and people talking.

What is you twisted power of awesomeness: Nemi has da powah of reading and controlling minds. She also can manipulate fire. o:

Other:Nemi LOVES cookies...

Jareth slowly stalked by Nemi and Keaton's cells. "Anything new today, ladies?" Nemi snapped her head up and ran like a drunk to the cage door. "Why hello, Mr. Claude! I told you to call me PRINCE FENWICK!" Nemi stated, slurring her words. "When did you ever start calling me a lady? Huuuuh?" Jareth rolled his eyes and kissed Nemi's forehead. "Go back to bed, dunce." Nemi flopped onto the ground and pouted. "When do we get to play... outside?" she questioned, staring intently at the flickering post. Jareth blew it out and turned towards the women. "Whenever you learn to behave."

Name: Neverfree S. Angel

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Personality: C.R.A.Z.Y

Appearence: A chrimson straight coat, jeans, high tops converse, pale skin, And light blue eyes.

Why are you here: INSANITY!

Background: Murder, insanity.

What is you twisted power of awesomeness: Hm, I'm not a spoiler.

Other: I'm to lazy at the moment.

Keaton nodded at him and went back to picking at the peeling paint from the walls. "Outside is nasty, Prince Fenwick..." she mumbled and grumbled. She wasn't in the best mood today. After sneaking out of her cell and beating up a fat kid she was scoled and shunned from dinner for the night. It didn't tick her off about the no food part, no, she hid snacks in Nemi and Keaton's celld for them to snack on. She tried to tell Nemi not to tell any of the workers about it and Nemi just tilted her head and went back to doing jump and jacks around her cell. Hopefully, she understood what that ment and wouldn't tell Jareth. That would be another night of Shunned dinner. "Jareth, how long are you going to stay and work here until you realize this place is a dump and doesn't pay worth crap." Keaton asked and glanced at him.

Jareth sighed. "I am not going to leave you and Nemi," he said twirling his fingers through the bars. "If I wasn't here you'd be beaten daily and not be able to hide those snacks... Yes, I see them. Under Nemi's pillow." He smirked and slid a small protion of macaroni and cheese under the girls doors. "Now eat. Don't tell gatemaster or he'll have your head," Jareth said softly walking away from the cells. Nemi pounced onto the mac and cheese like a starved animal and scarfed it down. "Jareth is soooo nice. I wonder if he has kids. Or even a wife. Maybe even 2 wives," she said, laughing maniacally. "I LOVE YOU, JAREEETTTTHHHH! SO MUUCCCHHHHH!" Jareth turned and shook his head and kept walking. Nemi calmed down but kept giggling. "He's like a ninja. Know's what I'm doing when I'm doing it." Nemi took one last glance at Jareth before passing out. "Nice butt."

Aiden frowned and stared at the food as if it was trash. It was the same meal everday. She had only been here for a week and it was already ticking her off. Nemi was starting to get on her nerves and...Jareth. She couldn't figure him out, nice then stern, nice then stern, it confused her. Aiden looked at his butt when "Prince Fenwick" said this and blushed. "What the heck, Nemi?" she cocked a eyebrow before smiling a little. Nemi reminded her so much of her now dead sister, Jeniffer. She was always so kind and innocent, never making since. Her eyes watered as she thought about this and quickly shook her head knowing she was fixing to tick if she thought about her family for to long.

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Jareth sighed. "I am not going to leave you and Nemi," he said twirling his fingers through the bars. "If I wasn't here you'd be beaten daily and not be able to hide those snacks... Yes, I see them. Under Nemi's pillow." He smirked and slid a small protion of macaroni and cheese under the girls doors. "Now eat. Don't tell gatemaster or he'll have your head," Jareth said softly walking away from the cells. Nemi pounced onto the mac and cheese like a starved animal and scarfed it down. "Jareth is soooo nice. I wonder if he has kids. Or even a wife. Maybe even 2 wives," she said, laughing maniacally. "I LOVE YOU, JAREEETTTTHHHH! SO MUUCCCHHHHH!" Jareth turned and shook his head and kept walking. Nemi calmed down but kept giggling. "He's like a ninja. Know's what I'm doing when I'm doing it." Nemi took one last glance at Jareth before passing out. "Nice butt."

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I'm sorry. I know I haven't officially joined yet (I plan on joining soon) but that last comment really made me laugh! xD

^^ Ahahaha Chelsey <3 you HAVE to joing now... you promised

Name: Chloe MacAllistor

Age: 18

Sexuality: Straight

Gender: Female

Appearance: Chole has pale and fare skin with a few delicate freckles sprinkled over her nose and just a dash on her upper cheeks. Hea face id delicate and heart-shaped with delicate and angular feautures. She has what some may call almost like doe-eyes, her green eyes are more round than almond shaped and are framed in dark lashes. Her hair is golden and reaches to about her elbows in length, he hair is normally kep pin straight but on occasion she will have it curled. She always has a light ring of eyeliner on and is never seen withought a dust of foundation or cover up and lipgloss on. Chloe is one of those girls who always looks perfect, never a hair out of place and never a zit or a bruise or a scar. Her taste in clothing matches this seeming perfection, She wears girly but still rather relaxed clothing although it is never wrinkled, stained or out of place at all.

Background: Nobody really ever saw Chloe's need for perfection as a bad thing. They only saw that even from a young age she was really neat and organized. Her life was relatively normal because no one saw anything wrong with a toddler having a meltdown over not getting their way, but when the teenage girl did it showed a promise for problem. Her family tried to ignore the issue and not draw attention to themselves although it came a point where their daughters problem was going to look bad onto them, and we couldnt have that. So they sent her away.

Why are you here: Its rather funny her problem actually, the thing that people envy most about her is ultimately her major downfall in life. Chloe is a perfectionist, beyond the extreme. Everything in her life always needs to be in a constant state of perfection, what ended her up here was her tenancy to have slight breakdowns when something goes astray from her perfection. And by slight, I mean over the top and actually quite large

Needless to say, none of this is very healthy. She isn't exactly crazy persay but she has an abundance of things like germophobia, perfectionism and of course shes a little bit bipolar, generally shes just wacked in the head.

What is you twisted power of awesomeness: Chloe has dreams and some psychic abilities and she is actually quite charming and has a way of getting whatever she wants sometimes, some might call it charisma...

Other: Chloe's doctors have suspected that the best thing for her now is a type of- well for her, torture. They believe that the only way to correct her 'unwanted behavior' is to force her into extremely imperfect situations. Some of the more sain consultants belive that she needs someone, a friend who could be ale to help her, be spontanious nudge her into slight imperfections slowly etc.

One word that is notin Chloe's vocabulary is ironically perfect. For some unknown reason she never uses that word, maybe because she does not believe that anything truly is...

AlsoAsheSisYproneLtoUbeingMspastic!and somewhat psychotic

Nemi startled awake and looked at Keaton. "My looooooove," she hummed, skipping towards Keaton's cell. "What has gotten you so emotional????" Nemi giggled. "I can see you're past thoughts, ya knowwww." Nemi grins and slowly pulls out a box of twizzlerz. "Nobodies looking right?"

Chloe was dropped off in the Asylum's front hallway and simply left there. The people who dropped her off had handed the lady at the desk some papers and ran out the door as fast as they could. Chloe stood still glancing around nervously, she had a small-for her anyways- suitcase in her one hand. If she had had somewhat of an assurance that this place was sanitary she probably would have sunken down to the floor and curled into a ball and cried. The desk-lady tapped away at her key and made some clicking and beeping noises with the phone she had, probably signaling someone to escort her to some form of a dungeon hidden in the basement. She stayed standing perfectly still her blonde hair pin straight down her soulders, her outfit ( a simple babypink tshirt with a floral printed skirt tied together with a bright belt around her waist) was wrinkless, standing in a still straight stance just waiting, for someone to tell her what was going on.

Keaton looked away from the wall to the overly ecstatic girl. Sure, Nami could see her thoughts but if she has some wise extery then she wouldn't dare entering. The voices. Oh, the voices were calling. Their scary screams were flooding her head. She tried to block them out but they were getting louder and louder. Suddenly, all the sound in the room turned muffled and everything seemed like it was in slow motion and then fast fowarded, back a fourth. "She is a danger." a dark croaking eerie voice whispered in her left ear. "Yes, oh yes, that girl will strip you of your sanity. Dig into that pretty little head of yours and hurt your pride and well being!" another dark demonic whisper screamed in her ear, causing her body to tighten up. Pride? Oh, no, that was the only thing she had left. But, Nami wasn't like that. Nami was sweet and kind and... "Finish her--". "NO!" Keaton hollered holding her head, interrupting Nami's questions. She fell to her knees shaking her head as her eyes were wide with mental pain.

Name: Claire Applewood

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Personality: Claire is a happy girl who enjoys everything from a good book to a nice cup of hot coffee. She is very kind hearted and loves to be around other people. Making friends is always easy for Claire and is not one for confrontation.

Appearence: Claire, unfortunately for her, is very pretty. Her small, round face is framed with wavy locks of golden blond hair that fall just below her shoulder blades. Her lips are pouty and full, giving her face a very womanly, sexy look. Her large eyes are a very unique, very subtle blue-grey color that could easily captivate anyone that happen to stare into them. Claire usually favors jeans and a sweatshirt as far as attire is concerned. She has never been one for flashy clothes.



Why are you here: Claire's parents have had just about all they can take. They've tried everything from psycho therapy to shock treatments. Nothing has worked. So it's goodbye and good riddance to Claire Applewood. Off to the nuthouse she goes.

Background: See above?

What is your twisted power of awesomeness: Claire may seem like the most lucky girl out there. She's gorgeous, has rich parents, and an awesome personality to top it off. But that's not all. Not only does she have an awesome personality. She's got three.

Yes. That's right. Three different, separate personalities. They even have their own names.

1) Claire, of course, is the main personality. The real person behind the other two.

2) Gage. He is almost like a big brother to Claire. He wants to protect her and do anything he can to keep her safe. He loves women and of course is a major, hardcore flirt.

3) Trisha is a sassy, rebellious chick who loves to get down and dirty. She is a rule breaker and just doesn't give a crap about anything. She does what she wants, when she wants. And no one can stop her.

Other: asylum

Blech sorry this form is such a fail. I'm on my iPod. You get the idea though ^.^

Jareth stalked up behind the 2 new comers and sighed, taking the preppy ones suitcase. "I'll sho you to your room, princess," he groaned. Sliding a cage cell open and throwing the stupid little box in there, it landing with a thump on tp of the bed barely making a dent. "Go," he said gesturing. Nemi slithered up to her door and giggled hysterically. "Oh, looky here~!" she laughed. "Another servant for me~! Lovely~!" Falling over laughing, Jareth couldn't help but cover his mouth to keep from laughing. "Yes, Prince Fenwick," He said bowing towards Nemi. "Another servant." He glanced at the her blonde and sighed. "I thought brunettes made better psychos...?"

OOC: The last quote is mine. DO NOT STEAL IT!!!! >:0

Claire entered through the double doors of Livingston dragging a large suitcase, her face tearstained from crying. She told herself that she would be brave and not cry. But the fact that her parents were giving up on her and just sending her away to some place for crazy people, which she definitely was not, was too much for her swallow at once. She wiped her face with her sleeve and rubbed under her eyes in case any of her makeup had run. Claire was dreading coming to this place and prayed to find someone that was even slightly normal. Sighing, Claire reluctantly picked up her suitcase, pushed through the large doors, and walked inside. She entered and waited for the person to arrive at the checkin desk.

Jareth dragged himslef to the front desk and looked at the girl. "Oo-kay, then," he coughed. Pulling out the forms he slid them over the counter. "Fill out the following and then we can get you a cell, love." Smiling sweetly, he looked down at the security screens with everyone in them. Nemi was giggling her butt of in her room and chanting,"I have a new slave~! I have a new slavE~! I am Prince Fenwick~! Ruler of all~!"

Claire blinked. This guy way way too attractive to be working in a place like this. She was about to say something back to the attractive boy when she suddenly stopped, her sweet smile and facial expression suddenly switching to one more smug, her lips pulling into a flirty grin. Trish stared at the boy, looking him up and down slowly as she took the clip board from him. "Whatever you say handsome." Trisha shook out her hair, hating the fact that it was so neat and perfect. "God dxmn it Claire," she muttered under her breath as she unbuttoned her shirt down to about the middle, her lacy black tank now revealed. "You're such a nun." Trish rolled her eyes and snickered, reaching into her bra and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Got a light?" she asked Jareth with a grin as she slid one out and offered him one as well.

Jareth shook his head yet pulled out his silver lighter and lit her cigarette. "You smoke lights?" he said, giving her a scrutinizing look. "How interesting..." Jareth grinned and turns back to his computer; watching Nemi carefully. Her jolty movements and scared eyes. "She looks... like a lost puppy," he mumbles to himself and tapping his fingers on his desk.