^Lost^in^Our^Minds^D7^Mental Hospital Plot^ [Open]
Mar 23, 2014 17:28:45 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 17:28:45 GMT -5
I would like a patient
Name: Puppy
Character: Schizophrenia
Character Ideas: Schizophrenia is a girl troubled by voices. They speak in her head day and night. They say things that scare her so much. She often forgets who people are because the voices are always saying things so she mistakes others for what the voices say. She is paranoid and thinks every thing in the world is out to get her.
She is terrified of mostly anything. Eyes wide most of the time, scared that one of the doctors would suddenly stab her with a knife. Whenever someone comes near her, even her parents, she screams in fright and hides as best as she could. Schizophrenia hates the voices which speak to her and tell her stuff. She is always scared and cautious of people.
FC Ideas: It is a secret for now. (I'm not sure. I will edit it in when I find one.)
RP Sample: Schizophrenia hugged her knees to her chest, eyes wide as doctors and others pass her bye. She was certain that she was crazy. The voices in her head popped up again. Always millions upon millions of little voices in her head. She closed her eyes in pain, and she screamed. Her chest was falling up and down rapidly and no one came to help because this was all normal. Schizophrenia was terrified that something would attack her at any second.
Look at that just in the person's pocket. Is that a knife? Said one voice.
Old people are freaky maniacs and the old dude over there is looking at you. Said another.
Schizophrenia clapped her hands over her ears and went into a fetal position. "Shut up!" She screamed into the air. "Shut up!" She began to sob and tears flowed down her face. A doctor now rushed over to her. She heard him coming and recoiled terrified. Is that a gun concealed in her sleeve? A voice said. She looked at the man's sleeve and saw a little jut which could just be the fold. She recoiled again onto the back of her bed and she hissed at the doctor. The doctor rolled his eyes at her and said, "Now you just stop that now."
Schizophrenia was taken aback. Something new? No one talked to her besides the voices. New is bad. Another voice chided in her mind. She hissed again at the voice and the doctor. She scratched the doctor with her hand and curled up back in her fetal position, sobbing, hands over her ears.
How much you love me: a ton.
Character: Schizophrenia
Character Ideas: Schizophrenia is a girl troubled by voices. They speak in her head day and night. They say things that scare her so much. She often forgets who people are because the voices are always saying things so she mistakes others for what the voices say. She is paranoid and thinks every thing in the world is out to get her.
She is terrified of mostly anything. Eyes wide most of the time, scared that one of the doctors would suddenly stab her with a knife. Whenever someone comes near her, even her parents, she screams in fright and hides as best as she could. Schizophrenia hates the voices which speak to her and tell her stuff. She is always scared and cautious of people.
FC Ideas: It is a secret for now. (I'm not sure. I will edit it in when I find one.)
RP Sample: Schizophrenia hugged her knees to her chest, eyes wide as doctors and others pass her bye. She was certain that she was crazy. The voices in her head popped up again. Always millions upon millions of little voices in her head. She closed her eyes in pain, and she screamed. Her chest was falling up and down rapidly and no one came to help because this was all normal. Schizophrenia was terrified that something would attack her at any second.
Look at that just in the person's pocket. Is that a knife? Said one voice.
Old people are freaky maniacs and the old dude over there is looking at you. Said another.
Schizophrenia clapped her hands over her ears and went into a fetal position. "Shut up!" She screamed into the air. "Shut up!" She began to sob and tears flowed down her face. A doctor now rushed over to her. She heard him coming and recoiled terrified. Is that a gun concealed in her sleeve? A voice said. She looked at the man's sleeve and saw a little jut which could just be the fold. She recoiled again onto the back of her bed and she hissed at the doctor. The doctor rolled his eyes at her and said, "Now you just stop that now."
Schizophrenia was taken aback. Something new? No one talked to her besides the voices. New is bad. Another voice chided in her mind. She hissed again at the voice and the doctor. She scratched the doctor with her hand and curled up back in her fetal position, sobbing, hands over her ears.
How much you love me: a ton.