The Institution

You are here. You can't get out. You may try but you cannot escape. Yes, you know you have issues, everybody has theirs but yet you ended up here. Someone close to you in your life sent you here, it's all their fault. Everyone says that this is a good thing, but you have your doubts.

The Pineridge Institution for teens.

The place to go when you need 'help' . You have been sent here and now you are here, but don't worry everything will be fine. You problems aren't far behind you but we are going to fix that. We are going to help you overcome any previous issues in your life. We will do this together. We will isolate you from everything else place you in an environment with others just like you and make sure that everything is designed specificlly for you.

Your family and parents and caregivers believe you have come to a summercamp type of school that will teach you how to become great and overcome your problems. But they have no idea, and once you are isnide the gates, you won't get out. You will be tucked away in here with us safe from the rest of the world. Some say we are mentally disturbed but I disagree i think we are simply optimistic. And my dear child, I believein you.

 

-Headmaster Graines

 

This place isn't exactly normal, they are trying to help you, they just have some odd ways. But please don't let that scare you. if you have actually read this, put xhelpmex in white after your 'issue'. Come in my pretties, step into the world of Pineridge and please, enjoy your stay.

 

And if you would like me to make an OOC: forum, please just ask and I shall oblige

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I will make one if people actually join...

Name: Drew "Lover Bug" Hori

Age: 15

Gender: Male?! Wait, no.. Female? Gah....

Appearance: Oh my, this is very disturbing. Drew... Is a very Odd girl... Err, Boy. Yeah, he's a boy. Anyway, Drew's sense of fashion leaves a lot to be desired. After a horrifying accident that will be described later on, he was left with a messed up mind. Gone was his normal fashion sense, and what replaced it was a Little Girl's Fashion sense. He loves to wear dresses, skirts, ANYTHING PINK. Anything Purple, anything that may as well be considered for girls. His body appearance is even more creepy and unsettling, he's fairly skinny, and his hair is dark brown.. Fairly normal, u til you notice the fact that he wears eyeliner, makeup, lipstick, and lots of other body products on his face, to give the illusion, that he is a little girl.

Historyrew's life started out fairly good for himself. He used to be a nice, friendly, outgoing young man who prayed for the lord every sunday, got excellent grades in school, and was surely heading in the right direction. Everyone loved Drew and praised the young man for everything he would do, he could do no wrong.

Sadly, he couldn't have his way. The gods of the world wanted to shake up his life, maybe they were bored that day,

Drew was involved in a terrible Bus Accident, days before his 15th birthday. He was a simple passenger of the bus, minding his own business until the bus suddenly crashed into a truck. Most people did not survive the crash, but Drew did. How sad for him, his former self would have wanted to die, if he would have knew what was in store for him.

He survived the crash with some damage in his brain, he seemed to have lost most of his memory after the crash, only remembering the names of his Little Sister, Anna. Who he learned to admire, and want to become more like her.

And he still dreams about that to this day.

Issue: His issue is his illusion, his illusion that he is a little 9 year old girl, a little 9 year old girl who is pretty pretty as she can be. If someone ever makes fun of his style of clothing, he'll simply attack them, tackling the man or woman who dared call him anything besides for "Sweet Little Girl". He also has a very large problem with weapons. He used to love collect Knives, Guns, Cigars(Even during his Sweet Little Girl moment of his life!), and he even sneaked a few of his murder weapons with him.

Needless to say, none of this is very healthy.

xhelpmex

Other: He has a younger sister, named Anna. She is one of the few who know about the secret of the Pineridge Institution. And she's been trying to save her brother from the darn place ever since.She's been writing letters to Senators, Presidents, World Leaders about this place, telling them it's unlawful, and in trapping children with Metal Problems inside. Sadly, no one would ever read a letter by a pre teen girl. So the chances of her brother being released are slim to none. She's been sending her brother letters, telling him she messes him, and sometimes attaches pictures to the letters. But, what's the chances that Drew had ever read these letters? Close to none.

Accepted

Name: Chloe MacAllistor

Age: 16

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.

History: 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 to this 'expensive and exclusive summer boarding school' to hopefully correct the issue.

Issue: 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.

xhelpmex

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...

Sorry for the reallllly crappy form but Its pretty early here and I'm exhausted. :\

Hey! I'm going to join too. I just don't have enough time to do a form yet. My character will have multiple personality disorder ;D

No problem I will probably add anoter one after as well, I know what you mean I'm basically rushing out the door right now but I'll see if I can add one on at some point today...

Oh, man, Asher is so perfect for this.

Name: Rupert Asher Scott

Age: Eighteen

Gender: Male

Appearance: Rupert's most notable physical feature are his piercing, blue-grey eyes. They divide people from the instant that they see him; some find their mysteriousness hugely appealing, though that's a small minority; the vast majority of people find them extremely unnerving, and feel like he's looking straight through you. They're his most expressive feature- his personality included-, no emotion escapes them, no matter how hard he tried to mask it. He has hair the colour of night. It's not even so dark a brown that it passes for it, it's indisputably jet black. He's tall, all things considered, standing at six feet and four inches and though he's not really one for heading to the gym, he's athletically built. That said, it's not as though anyone ever gets to see his body; even when he swims, he swims with a shirt on, to cover up the scars of the past- the ones on the outside, anyway. For someone who dislikes attracting attention to himself, he's always very well dressed

History: Rupert's life has been full of ups and downs, even since the day he was born. Stillborn, barely breathing, he just made it through that day. His childhood was difficult, though noone really understood why he couldn't make friends, and he rarely spoke at the best of times, except with his twin sister, Sam, with whom he shares anything and everything. Living among the beautiful landscapes of Paradise Valley in Montana, he felt inspired and it was there he discovered his passion for art. Art and Sam are the only things that have kept him going through all the difficulties of his life. For example, while living with his aunt for a period of time, where she beat him terribly for being his abnormal self, the only thing that kept him from taking things into his own hands, which would have meant terrible consequences, was the fact that drawing took all the pain away, even if just for a little while.

Despite frequent trips to the hospital, noone knows what it is exactly that's 'wrong with him'- how he hates hearing that term-, and so his parents sent him away to see if a new environment will help. Already, this interruption to the usual order of life, and his inability to talk to Sam whenever he wants has made him hate the place.

Issue: There is no name for what Rupert has, for noone can define his symptoms and actions to an illness. Overall, he is uncomfortable being around people in general, he finds it difficult to express himself through words, and he likes his life to have a certain order. Every third Monday, for example, it's always cheese sandwiches for lunch. Then, when he gets home from school, it's always Mexican for dinner, and then he always watches TV for an hour - from seven until eight-, before reading or drawing. Of course people have suggested high functioning autism, schizophrenia and other serious mental illnesses, but the way he feels and reacts to things differs every time, his habits change and noone can pinpoint what it is that he has, only that whatever it is, it makes him stubborn, very inflexible, and prone to shutting himself down when things feel like their going wrong, and then it's like the world doesn't exist, for as long as several days. xhelpmex

Other: He never tells anybody that his name is Rupert; he hates it. It's always, always Asher.

Hooray I'm accepted! Can't wait fro this to start, yay!

ACCEPTED- I'll accept it even though you missed something in it...

Name: Alexander Sterling Michaels

Age: Eighteen

Gender: Male

Appearance: Alexander's most noticable physical feature would be his bright ice-blue eyes. He has hair is pitch black- not dark cheasnut, but almost looks like it could be black- black. It is straight and shaggy and sweeps over one of his eyes. He's relatively tall, standing a little bit under six and a half feet tall. He isn't athlectically built but he isn't also thin and stragling. His body is about average, he doesnt go to work out or anything but he also doesn't starve himself or is extremely thin. His clothing style is casual, usually dark and plain clthes, jeans and a longsleevd shirt or a jacket. He never really shows his arms, not by his own anyway.

History: His life has been relatively normal, nothing out of the ordinary. He was born to a nurturing family with both parents and an older brother. His life stayed that way until his father died and then shortly after he was sent here. His entire life was spent living in his brother Dylan's shadow, never able to overcome his great grades, athletic ability, superb good looks, talent etc. His father died when Alexander was around 15-16.

Issue: There is no real medical name for what Alexander has. Some may say that he is depressed, others may say he is emo others would call him a cutter. He is depressed if thats what you would call it, he has low self esteem and can only see problems within himself. He is also a cutter, hence his reluctance for people to see his arms. His arms are scarred up beyond most peoples' beliefs, some old some quite recent. He also has a slight issue with perfection, he feels that he is worthless and that everyone else hates him and he is undeserving of anything, and sees his brother as a much higher, practically perfect figure. He cannot stand for things to be in total perfection. For example when it snows he feels the need to walk through it to leave footprints in the perfect sheet of white covering the surface. xhelpmex

Other: He goes by Alexander, not Alex, never Alex. Alexander. Although other than his deteste for being calleed Alex you may call him what you like, if he doesnt aprove he will be sure to let you know.

You guys may start since you've been accepted

I did indeed forget! I'm sorry, I was in a hurry and copied and pasted out of others of Asher's forms, and forgot it in my haste. It's there now, though.

But since I hate starting, that is all (;

*applause*

That's okay, I'll start

sidenotes--

You guys can start from wherever you want depending on how long your character has been there for...

Also please try to not make your posts inordinately long and especially with tiny font as it can be hard to read and noone really wants to read three and a half page posts. I prefer Quality, not quantity, however you cannot achieve the quality without some degree of quantity.

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Being as it was Chloe's first day, when se was dropped out front of the large gated lawn with a singular path leading up to a large stone building. Oh God, She thought, This looks like I would imagine a prision to... She opened the back door of the car and got out, she had beat the driver to the door and smiled politely at him, the man simply shrugged and popped open the trunk and started to unload her bags. She looked up at the massive iron gates, this place looked extremely intimidating and her family couldn't even be bothered to drop her off to this wretched place that they were dumping her until God-Knows-When. She was staring up at the monstrous thing as it clicked several times and creeked open. She took her bags gingerly from the driver and rolled her suitcases behind her through the opening in the gate. She was only through the gate for a mere minute before it practically slammed behind her. She walked steadily down the path toward the building.

Alexander had arrived only about 20 minutes ahead of Chloe. He was inside the building and was able to hear all of the locks in the building click and latch themselves shut, locking them in before the gate opened. Moments after he could here the gate close again and the locks unlatched themselves, great this dang place went under major lockdown to keep people in. Some may say it was high tech security to keep them safe and keep the bad out, but Alexander knew otherwise, it wasn't to keep anything out it was to keep them in. He groaned slightly at the thought and continued walking down the slight maze of hallways until he found his room, He scanned his ' Patient ID' and the door clicked quietly and he pushed the door open and looked around the room, it was decent enough, there weren't any straps or restraints on the bed, that was a good sign.

^^ Good words right thar. Couldn't have put it better myself

As far as where Asher's story begins, at the time of Chloe and Alexander's arrivals, he had been admitted for the best part of three weeks now. And he hated it. He hated it in there more than anything in the world. Nothing made sense, everything was alien to him and disrupted the order everyone at home had worked so hard to try and achieve to make his life easier. How could he possibly get through the day if he didn't know what was coming? He wondered how other people did it; spontaneity was a foreign concept in Asher's world, you see. He made his way to the window, as, through them, he was still perfectly able to hear the laboured movements of the sinister looking wrought iron gates for the second time that day. He looked upon the newest 'patient' with pity as they approached their new home- at least, that's what it was until they 'got better'. The term frustrated Asher; as if he didn't know that there was something wrong with him anyway, they used these little terms that only reminded him of the fact.

A deep sigh came out of Drew's thirsty mouth, he was in the main bathroom, combing his hair gently in the "Boys" room.(It took a really long time to get him to go there.). "34 days, 1 month, and 3 days. " He repeated to himself gently, combing his hair with a expensive comb. "When am I getting out of this stinky trash hole? Everyone here freaks the hell out of me.." He ranted to himself, combing his hair more violently. "My sexist parents told me "Oh, this is good for you little cutie Drew, you'll love it here! It's like a summer camp! WELL, IT DOESN'T SEEM LIKE A SUMMER CAMP TO ME! WHY WOULD A SUMMER CAMP TRY TO TAKE AWAY MY dang EYELINER!!" He Cried in a high pitched voice, nearly shattering the windows. "But whatever." He sighed, calming down in a near instant. "I guess this place is okay, everyone besides for those FREAKY camper people seem nice to me." He put away his comb, and gently skipped out of the bathroom, giggling jokes to himself as he skipped back to his "little Princess Cell" as he called it.

Chloe tugged on the front door furiiously until it opened. She stepped gracefully onto the first and single step, more like a raised platform infront or the door. She had made it all of four steps when the large door crashed shut with a deaffening bang. She walked upto a desk, or a kiosk, it looked to Chloe like one of those desked at a hospital except this one was sheilded by a sheet of bullet proof glass, maybe a police station was more like it. Chloe told the lady her name and slid her a single sheet of typed paper with her information on it. The Lady said nothing, just smiled an overly happy grin at her hand slid her an ID card in return and pointed toward a hallway. Chloe had made it across the room and toward the hallway when she turned as the lady said in a cheerful voice " Enjoy your stay Dear," Chloe ignored her and simply smiled politely and headed down the confusing mass of hallways toward... her room? Ugh hell no, she was lost, she'd past a fork in the halls and just guessed, now she was in some sort of intersection of halls, what a great start.

Alexander set his bags down gingerly beside the bed. He took a few steps around the bed, examining the room. He looked out the window, great bars and about 10 different locks. Well I guess there would be no jumping in his future. Well there goes that escape route. He groaned and opened up a door, a bathroom perhaps? Nope a closet, there didn't seem to be a bathroom, oh joy joint facilities, sharing bathrooms this was just getting better by the minute.

Asher continued to stare out of the barred window as the car pulled away from the gates, wishing he was in it, envious of the driver who never even had to set foot in the place and could drive away from it without a second thought. How coldhearted the driver must be, he thought, to just turn around without remorse or guilt or pity for the poor person who was no doubt here not through their own choice, but through the joint decision of parents, other family, and doctors, because it was "the best and/or only way to help them." He honestly had felt worse since he'd arrived, because everything that was safe and familiar had been taken away from him, replaced with an environment in which he wouldn't allow so much as a worm to live in. He pounded his fist against the window pane and let it slide back to his side; breaking out was futile, he'd already tried and failed at least twice now.

Drew was now skipping and hopping towards his "Princess Cell" quite happily, or as happy as a confused teen could be at what is basically a prison/death camp. The one thing that Drew absolutely hated about this dang place was how there was so many Cells, and his is in the complete back! He doesn't want to walk a entire marathon just to go potty or number two! It's too much dang work! 

Drew started to hum a song as he passed by the rows, and rows of identical Cells full of children who's lives had been completely crushed because of this place. Sometimes he felt so bad and empathic towards them.. Would that happen to him? He sure as hell hoped not, he doesn't even know why he's here in the first place!

As he skipped and hummed his way to his room, he noticed a figure of a girl in the distance, she was carrying a suitcase or something so he assumed it's the new girl the doctors were talking about a few days back.. From what he heard, she was some sort of super crazy neato freak who freaks out over the tiniest of things... Still, she looks nice, and hopefully she will be.

As Drew finally got closer to the girl with the long hair, he giggled something to her. "Hello sweetie," He laughed. "Usually, they don't allow us to talk to other patients, but I guess I'm a naughty naughty girl! Anyway, my name is Drew, and I decided to just say hello on the way to my room, isn't that sweet of lil' ol' me? "

Chloe turned in confusion to the boy, err girl. " Oh hello there," she said in a falsely happy voice. She wondered why he said that they don't let you talk to other patients, although she kind of understood just because she was here for no reason didn't mean that the person two doors down was. She made a slightly confused face at the child, now infront of her, why had he said girl? Oh well mind as well just let it go. " Oh, um sure I guess it was," she. Responded " But I think I should probably head to my room as well. But it was nice meeting you. " she added before quickly walking down hall after hall until she managed to find her room.

It was on one of the upper floors with a view of the front gate. Chloe sat her bags sown and started unpacking some of her things; hand sanitizer, gloves, bleach, soap, disinfectant, a scrub brush.... She placed the bottles onto a tiny table and looked around the room nervously, oh dear lord, this seemed so unsanitary. Oh yes, did I mention that Chloe also has a slight issue with germs? No? Well she does, she also does not enjoy any for of physical content with things such as common used items, other people and public restrooms. She hated when other people touched her. She was one of those people who purel their hands immediately after any contact with another person. She looked around the room in disgust, she was preoccupied with the though of how much bleach and disinfectant she would need to survive even just a night or two in this place.

Drew waved to the strange neat girl as she walked off into the seemingly endless hallway. "Bye bye Sweetie" He giggled, blushing a bright shade of red as he did so. "Maybe I'd see you again, and then we could hang out and talk gossip!" He day dreamed, thinking about the girl who was just about as normal as he was! Quite amazing really, he thought this place was just filled with creepy freaks, but finally, someone he could possibly be with. Yes!

He finally stopped walking as he came to a dead end, he turned his head to find his Cell. "Time to go back inside that darn hellhole." He sighed to himself. He knew he was being trapped here for no reason, why couldn't his stupid parents accept his difference at all? Bakas they are. All of them.

He stepped into his room, and looked by his bed with a smirk as he pulled the blankets off, and revealed a suitcase. "Maybe I'll need to get angry here, maybe I need to get back at them all.." 

Asher looked at his watch, wondering ow long t would be until he'd be forced out of his room for a 'routine inspection', as he called it, from a doctor, in which he found himself replying to endless questions, the answers to which he always found himself pondering what use they would be to anyone, and to be poked at for a similar amount of time following that. Of course, that was no different to whenever he'd visited the hospital before, when he was living at home. But when he returned, he didn't return to his room, he didn't know what he was having for dinner, and he couldn't talk to Sam. He missed his sister dearly, which noone seemed to understand; why would he, if he didn't like people in general? Whenever he pleaded them to let him call her, they assumed he was using it as a way to phone someone who could help him get out.

Chloe looked around her room anxiously. Where to begin? She spritzed some of her transparent liquid onto the door hendles of her room and scrubbed away at them with a little rag and scrubby. She then took on the bed. Removing the sheets and blankets and spraying those down with disinfectant and sanitizing solution. When she was satisfied she re-made the bed. She adjusted and fixed and restarted again and again until the bed was made military style, no crinkles of wrinkle, completely flat and one could, like they say bounce a quarter off of it. She worked diligently but still quickly, she knew she would have to finish before her first doctors appointment here, because who knew what they might do, I mean they thought she had some mental problem, they obviously were missing a few screws and for all she knew they would try and take away here cleaning supplies.

Alexander thought about unpacking his duffel bag of clothes into the solitary dresser they had provided in his room. He decided against it, he could unpack later. He looked around the room. It was tiny, relatively empty beside a closet and dresser and a bed. He could already sense that this place was not going to be a fun experience. He didn't fully understand why he was here, he knew he had some issues but that was no reason to send him to some mental hospital. The more he thought about it the more he realised that his mother had sent him here probably because she simply couldn't take it. She was still somewhat grieving over the loss of her husband and then to have her son be as messed up as he was, she just couldn't take the stress of him. Alexander stared blankly out the window and sighed.

Gah you won't believe this -____-

I filled out the character form right? Well I was almost done with it when I opened a new window to look something up for a minute. Well when I switched back over, EVERYTHING that I had written was completely gone. FML Dx lol