Like A Caged Animal [Open]
Jun 22, 2010 19:05:29 GMT -5
Post by Molly on Jun 22, 2010 19:05:29 GMT -5
(OOC: I would also like to join, unless it is getting too full. I think my D7 charrie would fit in here pretty well. He had Multiple Personality Disorder. MPD may come off as schizo sometimes so i think it would work. If not i can always delete the post 
~Reid
I check the clock, the minute hand had just reached the few lines between the 5 and 6 markings. Perfect. Smiling- i grab my coat- made of wool, that came from an import recently- and run out of the warm, safety of my home. Making sure to shut the door securely behind me i trudge on.
It was exactly 10:27 at night, my walking time. Every night i leave for my walk and enjoy the scenery that is bestowed around us. It was said- as i could remember from my early days of school- that this was once a rich part of land, not just full of trees. And every night i try to envision it.
The teachers would try and scare us by saying there was always mad men running around. I had to chuckle because in all the twenty some odd years i have lived, i had never seen another mad man like myself.
I, of course, had no clue that i was mad when i was younger. But the way i am treated now proves it. How do you explain to the people around you that you black out and don't remember anything. But when they clearly see me when i am supposed to be somewhere else. And the scary thing is, i never remember anything from the time they tell me.
I kept walking past the fence that was supposed to protect us, shield us, unite us. The path that i usually walk through was cluttered. Not by lumbar but by people.
My social skills weren't top of the line considering that i don't have many people to talk to. But i knew enough to get by this crowd.
Walking swiftly, i try and pass but don't see an opening. Sighing, i know i will have to use my voice. But before i can, my world goes black.
~Kelly
Who the heck did he think he was?! trying to stop me from socializing with others! I'm not some animal on a leash, needing to be restrained. I am a living, breathing, thinking individual. Well that lived inside and in the body with my other...friend.
Sighing, i take control. I fiddle with his, my, fingers and take a deep breath. Blinking multiple times, i take in the scene before me.
"Hi!" I say, a bit too perky for the scene that is unfolding, but what could i do, after all, i was still pretty young- 18 to be exact. I had my own life to live and if i had to do it in this body i would.
With my coat draped around my shoulders, i roll the sleeves up and fix the collar, trying to show off myself, in any way possible. After all, it was only a few hours a night that i was able to have control with out messing up our life and sent to some lunny bin.
"Is he alright?" i ask to anyone in general. It seemed that he wasn't but he was hurting himself and it just wasn't right to let myself be a bystander in these events.
(OOC: if this confused anyone, i can try and help. This character *pats Reid/Kelly* is very complex)
~Reid
I check the clock, the minute hand had just reached the few lines between the 5 and 6 markings. Perfect. Smiling- i grab my coat- made of wool, that came from an import recently- and run out of the warm, safety of my home. Making sure to shut the door securely behind me i trudge on.
It was exactly 10:27 at night, my walking time. Every night i leave for my walk and enjoy the scenery that is bestowed around us. It was said- as i could remember from my early days of school- that this was once a rich part of land, not just full of trees. And every night i try to envision it.
The teachers would try and scare us by saying there was always mad men running around. I had to chuckle because in all the twenty some odd years i have lived, i had never seen another mad man like myself.
I, of course, had no clue that i was mad when i was younger. But the way i am treated now proves it. How do you explain to the people around you that you black out and don't remember anything. But when they clearly see me when i am supposed to be somewhere else. And the scary thing is, i never remember anything from the time they tell me.
I kept walking past the fence that was supposed to protect us, shield us, unite us. The path that i usually walk through was cluttered. Not by lumbar but by people.
My social skills weren't top of the line considering that i don't have many people to talk to. But i knew enough to get by this crowd.
Walking swiftly, i try and pass but don't see an opening. Sighing, i know i will have to use my voice. But before i can, my world goes black.
~Kelly
Who the heck did he think he was?! trying to stop me from socializing with others! I'm not some animal on a leash, needing to be restrained. I am a living, breathing, thinking individual. Well that lived inside and in the body with my other...friend.
Sighing, i take control. I fiddle with his, my, fingers and take a deep breath. Blinking multiple times, i take in the scene before me.
"Hi!" I say, a bit too perky for the scene that is unfolding, but what could i do, after all, i was still pretty young- 18 to be exact. I had my own life to live and if i had to do it in this body i would.
With my coat draped around my shoulders, i roll the sleeves up and fix the collar, trying to show off myself, in any way possible. After all, it was only a few hours a night that i was able to have control with out messing up our life and sent to some lunny bin.
"Is he alright?" i ask to anyone in general. It seemed that he wasn't but he was hurting himself and it just wasn't right to let myself be a bystander in these events.
(OOC: if this confused anyone, i can try and help. This character *pats Reid/Kelly* is very complex)
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