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Act I
May 4, 2014 12:16:58 GMT -5
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Post by •╬Clever╬• on May 4, 2014 12:16:58 GMT -5
Act I.
(Don't start until we all decide to. Most characters will be new.)
It wasn't long until this sanitarium started to take light. It was on the news a few times, in the newspapers too, but Rosecreek never invited any news stations into the campus because they liked their privacy. The only ones who had a chance to see it really were the patients, and sometimes guardians. Clinics and mental hospitals began to send dead end patients there for revival.
Rosecreek seemed very old for something new to society. It stood strong but had a lot of cracks in the walls, and old relics about. It almost seemed haunting to step into the building. It was placed in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in Missouri where fog rolled in often and days were peaceful. The surroundings of the sanitarium were beautiful, and magnificent views of the forest from windows calmed patients, but the only outdoor area aloud to patients was in a courtyard smack in the middle of the sanitarium dorms.
It was a peaceful place indeed, almost trapped in its own timezone, forever working to help patients that a lot of the time didnt even want to leave. It was mysterious, drawing, interesting, and an asylum at best.
But of course, it's a sanitarium, and that's expected, right?
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Act I
May 10, 2014 11:42:56 GMT -5
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Post by •╬Clever╬• on May 10, 2014 11:42:56 GMT -5
Rhett was nervous as he sat there. The judge was making a final decision. ~Just stay confident. You're not a murderer. The third body, it's just a coincidence. You're not crazy.~ he was pretty confident in those thoughts, but was the judge?
His lawyer put a hand on his shoulder. "Rhett, you're breaking out in a sweat. Calm down." He whispered. "I covered this case well. I know your definitely not going to prison, okay?"
"Okay...thanks Mr. Kure." Rhett whispered back, and swallowed the lump in his throat. At least he had someone to get ticked off at if he did end up in jail. He was innocent. He really was.
"I have made my decision. Rhett Foster, because you are an honestly stating your case, and have claimed black outs during the murder, we do not know if it's you or not. You might not even know. Therefore, I'm sending you to a sanitarium so we can get to the bottom of this. There is mental illness running in your family with your absent mother, so we believe there might be something there."
Rhett's mouth gaped. He didn't reply, knowing court respect.
"I will send you to the best place I know. You will go as soon as possible. Court adjourned."
Rhett watched as people filed out. He turned to Mr. Kure. "I'm not crazy though!"
"You're also not going to prison." Mr. Kure replied. "You're going here." He handed Rhett a pamphlet.
"Be quiet you....now I'm not going to be able to finish my masters degree until they state that I'm not crazy!" Rhett fumed. "I just can't believe everything I've been through! My mother left when I was born, and she's somehow mental. My father never told me. Three girls die when they stay the night with me, and now I'm going to..." Rhett looked down at the pamphlet. "Rosecreek Sanitarium. You know I hate mental people. They freak me out! No alcohol, no women, no college, no drum gigs, no-"
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Rhett gazed at the gate to the sanitarium. It was rusty and old, and he couldn't even see the building from the gate, a dense forest in the way. He got off his motor bike, gazing around as the wind whistled and the birds chirped in peace. It was early morning, windy and fresh, and he walked up to a booth. He gazed in. They had told him to being nothing but a copy of his form, like the one he mailed. He set it on the desk, and a man appeared, taking it. "Rhett Foster?" He mumbled.
Rhett nodded. The gates clicked open. He head towards his motorcycle. A man walked out of the gate and spotted him. "You can't bring your bike with you."
"Where do I put it then?" Rhett said sourly, glaring at the man.
"Call someone to pick it up."
"danin you." Rhett took out his phone and called a guy he knew with a trailer to get his motorcycle. He arranged a safe stay for it. Afterwards the guard asked for Rhett's phone, and Rhett growled, dropping it in the guy's hand. He walked through the gates and Rhett followed with disgust. He was literally going to the nuthouse. His stomach started getting light and he adjusted his black coat collar as they went down the path.
Rhett gazed up at the large Sanitarium. It gave him chills. So tall and looming over him. They went through the steel double doors and entered the check in office. The guard turned and left without a word. Rhett was left alone in another world to him. He went up to the desk.
The lady turned around and looked at him. Her name tag read 'Mari'.
"You're...Rhett Foster?"
"Yes...Rhett Jaque Foster." Rhett scratched his neck nervously.
"Alright. Give me all your important belongings and we'll start the process."
"Start the process?" Rhett blinked.
"You're not going to live in our institution like that." She gestured to his clothes. Mari smiled. "Now what do you have hun?"
"Uh..." Rhett emptied his pockets. He put on the table his pocket knife, his wallet, an extra phone, and a cat figurine.
Mari laughed slightly. "You're kind of hilarious." She took all the belongings and put them in a bag, and handed them to another man who went into the back of the office. "Now go down the hall and on your left you can try on uniforms."
Rhett head down the hall and went through the doorway, going to a locker-type room. There the people told him to strip and took every article of clothing except his underwear. They gave him a purple uniform and he slipped it on. It reminded him of scrubs, just more covering. He recieved two more uniforms and was escorted to his room.
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Act I
May 10, 2014 11:59:14 GMT -5
Post by ωaffle✾ on May 10, 2014 11:59:14 GMT -5
Heather had been at the sanitarium for a long time. Sometimes too long, she felt. Not long enough to forget, though. Her parents simply dropped her off one day. One too many breakdowns, one too many therapists unable to provide a diagnosis for her condition. 'These people are the best of the best; it'll be better this time' Her mom had promised. And then they were gone, leaving her to stand at the gates as the guards helped her get situated. Years went by. Heather didnt bother counting. Birthdays and Christmas were the only visits she got, and Heather eventually accepted the fact that she was too much to handle for her parents. And that's exactly where Heather sat now, in the sanitarium courtyards reading a book with her knees drawn up to her chest. Usually she didnt socialize unless someone approached her first, but even still she was familiar with most the inhabitants of the sanitarium. At least, the saner of the bunch.
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Act I
May 10, 2014 12:08:49 GMT -5
Post by ωaffle✾ on May 10, 2014 12:08:49 GMT -5
(Oh phone, sorry that I cant make huge intros)
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Act I
May 10, 2014 12:11:57 GMT -5
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Post by •╬Clever╬• on May 10, 2014 12:11:57 GMT -5
(Pfft I'm on my phone too. I labeled all the factions.)
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Act I
May 10, 2014 12:13:02 GMT -5
Post by Yukitisioyo on May 10, 2014 12:13:02 GMT -5
Sabus leaned back nonchalantly in his chair. He yawned, paying little attention to everyone around him in court. The murder of his oldest brother, Jave Von Fink, gathered everyone here. Everyone seemed so surprised when Sabe had claimed he was guilty of the murder. He did, in fact, kill his oldest brother. Doctors claimed he was a sociopath, and the mental illness was to blame. "Mr. Von Fink, I'm sentencing you to confinement without treatment for fifty years in a sanitarium. You're very lucky that you have a mental disorder, Mr. Von Fink. Prepare yourself as of today, you're going as soon as possible. Court adjourned." The judge had finally stated. This was it. Sabus smiled slightly and sat up a bit more in his chair. His lawyer, talking to some men, returned with a couple papers and a handbook. He handed them all to Sabe, who looked at the handbook with interest. "Rosecreek, huh?" He stared at the pamphlet.
~ The car stopped in the of the gate of the Rosecreek Sanitarium. "Well, Sabe, here we are. Have fun at the insane asylum." Ebasif smirked, looking at Sabus, who seemed to pay little attention to his brother. He stared out the window for a little while, staring at the booth, at the gate. It was already intimidating. "Hey, you hear me?" His younger brother glared at the backside of Sabe's head. He continued to ignore him, taking out the tack in his ear, and cramming it into an open spaced gum in his mouth. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth as he got out of the car. Sabe bit down on the tack several times, sticking it deeper inside. He walked up to the booth and smiled politely, handing the guard his papers. "Sabus Von Fink?" "That's me." He stretched out his hand for the guard to shake. "Please follow me." The guard walked past him, and Sabus followed, glancing around, looking for more guards or security cameras. He counted his steps he took, how far they were walking, until they reached the building itself. They walked into the building, an immediate chill went through Sabe as they continued walking to the check-in office. The guard left, and Sabe looked at the receptionist and smiled again. "Hello! I'm Sabe Von Fink. You need all the important stuff, right?" He interrupted to receptionist before she could speak. Sabe took out nothing more than a wallet, some lint, and an odd, large amount of bobby pins. "Interesting collection." The lady said quietly, taking all his things and setting them in a bag, then pushing it to the side to wait for the guard to take.
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Act I
May 10, 2014 12:15:03 GMT -5
Post by ωaffle✾ on May 10, 2014 12:15:03 GMT -5
Jesse knew he needed help. The problem was admitting that he needed help and going out of his way to get help. In the end, though, it wasn't his decision- thankfully so, because deep down Jesse knew he'd never get the rehab he needed if it were his own choice. For months his friends tried to get him out of relapsing- countless therapists and support groups, plenty of careful watching. Eventually, they couldnt bail him out of these situations any longer. Three of his closest buddies bought a rehab program for Jesse, signing him up without his knowing- forgery of signatures weren't too difficult, and when the news was broken to Jesse he reluctantly accepted their help.
That was two months ago. The last visit of his friends was two weeks ago. For once, he was alone- and Jesse welcomed the blissful silence as he wandered the mostly empty halls.
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Act I
May 10, 2014 12:37:08 GMT -5
Post by Yukitisioyo on May 10, 2014 12:37:08 GMT -5
"Mom, really, I'm glad I'm here." Bhokia said quietly to her mom. They stood in front of the gate, hugging for what seemed like hours, "I'll be back before you know it, with a better, honest daughter." "I hope you're not lying to me again, Bhokia. You better be right. We've tried everything with you, and nothing seems to work. The doctors are always wrong about you!" Her mother exclaimed, overpowered with strong emotions. "Mom, the therapy did work, I am getting better and being honest with you. The music helped me, too." Bhokia smiled at her mother gently, finally pulling away from her, and walked towards the guard.
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Bhokia recalled this memory from two years ago. Her mother only came twice to visit her after that. Then she was alone again. She sat in the courtyard, soaking in the little sunlight that shone, staring at the ground.
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Act I
May 10, 2014 13:20:16 GMT -5
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Post by •╬Clever╬• on May 10, 2014 13:20:16 GMT -5
"Nikita, do you like feeling this way?" Pastor Evans stated. Unlike Nikita's strict mom and dad, Pastor Evans gave Nikita some slack. The poor boy had issues.
Nikita wiped the tears out of his eyes. "Help me Pastor. I don't know how to feel and what to do. I don't really believe in God as much as I try and I'm just confused! I don't know why my parents yell at me!" "You're not bad Nikita, and I don't think what I know could help you. I prayed last time you came to the church, and I think I have an answer. You don't need any more stress...Nikita." He talked slow and quiet. "I'm sending you to a nice place....even if your parents don't think you should go."
"Where?" Nikita frowned in horror. Pastor sighed and rubbed Nikita on the back as they hugged.
"To Rosecreek Sanitarium. I know someone who works there. It's very peaceful."
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And lonely. As Nikita sat down in the greenhouse, he was lonely. That was something the Pastor never mentioned. He felt tired and slightly mellow, the sedatives from this morning wearing off slightly. It's been half a year. He hasn't seen his parents. In his opinion they didn't even want to see him.
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Act I
May 10, 2014 13:44:54 GMT -5
Post by Yukitisioyo on May 10, 2014 13:44:54 GMT -5
After receiving his uniforms, Sabus was to be escorted to his room. He tried to make small talk with the guard, but he wouldn't have it. It was pretty much a one-sided conversation. The only questions he answered were ones that to him, deemed worthy of being answered. They walked down a long, silent hallway, the sounds of the shoes hitting the ground echoing quietly.
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Act I
May 10, 2014 13:47:46 GMT -5
Post by ωaffle✾ on May 10, 2014 13:47:46 GMT -5
Jesse soon found his dorm room, slipping inside. At the moment, he seemed perfectly content to hide out for a couple hours and relax.
A slight breeze blew past, ruffling the pages of Heather's book and losing her place. With a sigh at the break in her concentration, Heather decided she may as well get up and do something else and closed her book.
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Act I
May 10, 2014 13:56:48 GMT -5
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Post by •╬Clever╬• on May 10, 2014 13:56:48 GMT -5
It seemed like a lazy, less exiting day at Rosecreek. Nikita leaned against a column while sitting on a bench, almost falling asleep. He sighed, taking in the smell of nearby hydrangeas. He had a terrible night last night, almost going into a long-running shock. Someone had knocked over a lamp in the lobby and it freaked him out while he was working there.
Rhett was led to a room. Down the hall he was silent. Little did he know he'd get a roommate.
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Act I
May 10, 2014 14:03:08 GMT -5
Post by Yukitisioyo on May 10, 2014 14:03:08 GMT -5
Sabe sighed, nearly giving up on talking to the man. His stomach grumbled. He looked at the guard again, reading his nametag, "Ricky, when do we get to eat?" He whined. "Your meals are scheduled." He replied, turning a corner. Sabe stumbled after him, then ran into him with a grunt as they were in front of a door. Labeled with the number '27'. The guard opened the door and motioned for Sabe to enter. He slowly walked inside, then frowned as he had noticed two beds. As Sabus turned to question the second bed, the door was shut, and he was alone.
Bhokia looked up, glancing around at the fellow patients. She sighed and looked up, then decided to head back inside as she stood.
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Act I
May 10, 2014 14:06:39 GMT -5
Post by ωaffle✾ on May 10, 2014 14:06:39 GMT -5
Jesse flopped on his bed with a sigh, running his fingers through his blonde hair.
Slightly bored, Heather got up to head back inside.
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Act I
May 10, 2014 16:05:56 GMT -5
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Post by •╬Clever╬• on May 10, 2014 16:05:56 GMT -5
"You'll be in room 27, and behave yourself because you'll have a roommate, okay? I believe you two will find some general likeness." The other guard said after awhile, leading Rhett to a door. He unlocked it and Rhett stepped inside. "All the things you need will be in here." He stated, and closed the door. Rhett's eyes locked on Sabus'.
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