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WELCOME
Welcome to Asylum 82
This hellhole will be your home until you either die of natural causes, someone else kills you, or you somehow found a way into the med cabinet. You will rot here, and lose all sense of self, unless you entered here without it. Many patients that have entered into Asylum 82 are here by their choice. Many are murder suspects that plead insanity to be here. And others were placed here because their families viewed them as unfit for society. Things tend to happen in this place, many patients are known to end up missing soon after arrival and be found hidden in a closets days later, and others are killed on the spot. Whatever the case, be careful who you befriend. Never know when someone will place an order to you have you killed.
THE SETTING
The place where it all happened.
"WHERE ARE WE?"
According to one of the Doctors, we're somewhere over in Eastern Europe.
I think she's lying to us. Why would we be in Europe?
When I asked the date, she said it was
Late August, but she wouldn't tell me what year.
WHAT'S WITH THIS PLACE?
They won't tell us anything.
LINKS
Map of the world
THE C-BOX
Chatter the day away.
THE STAFF
The Hard Workers.
AWARDS
character spotlights
Character

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Couple

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Thread

to be determined
Member

to be determined
AFFILIATES
All The lovers and friends.
BOARD RATING
For the kiddies.
THE CREDITS
The Worshiped.
Sidebar by Dana. Coding Help from RCR.
Graphics by Ivy. Skin (© Nut Basket) by Ivy.
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, kyrie jade brooks."Don't judge me tomorrow by the way I'm acting today." , a dark congregation of familiar faces . name: koko age: 16 contact info: check the profile gender: female experience: 5+ years other characters: coming soon to an asylum near you! , a red rose fell upon the soft snow . name: kyrie jade brooks age: eighteen hair: dark chocolate brown, long and layered eyes: honey brown, large distinguishing features: imples when she smiles, star tattoos on her hips, several small scars and a large scar going horizontal on her stomach height: 5'4 weight: 118 illness: multiple personality, obsessive compulsive, kleptomaniac, pyromaniac. position: N/A face claim: hannah beth merjos , i am swallowed by the guilt of this . likes: - Peace and quiet
- Solitude
- Fire
- iPods
- Disney movies
- Nature
- Writing
- Sharp objects
- Swings
- Hygiene
dislikes: - Loud noises (aside from her iPod)
- Unwanted disturbances
- Stupid questions
- Therapy sessions
- Being touched (unwanted)
- Authority
- Too much sun
- Rap (most)
- Being unclean
- Bitter foods
strengths: - Completely in-tune with surroundings
- Can handle her own
- Stays out of the affairs of others
- Sly
weaknesses: - Cuts herself for the fun of it
- Can't resist her urges
- Handles everything on her own
- Thinks she is perfectly sane
fears: - Unsanitary things
- Spiders
- Clowns
secrets: - Fears weighing over 120
- Dreams of her freedom
detailed personality: There is more than one reason why Kyrie was committed to Asylum 82 aside from her murders and other crimes. People always thought something wasn't right about the girl but until she plead insanity no one had any concrete proof. Now she has papers, signed and stored away.
Kyrie has many masks stored away that she switches at random. Her main mask is the quiet girl that sits by herself in her own little world. She seems oblivious when in reality, she's totally aware of things. Usually she has her iPod in at a decent volume, just loud enough to drown out everything she doesn't want to hear. If you approach her to try to talk to her, she'll generally ignore you; but if you are persistent she'll get up and walk away. She shys away from physical contact for the most part. Sometimes she can be found with a notebook, writing away the thoughts in her head. She doesn't much care for the asylum, but she'd rather be there than around "normal" people.
Then she has her 'happy' mask. There might not be much difference between this mask and her main way, but there are subtle differences. She's more accepting of things whenever she's happy. If you approach her, generally she'll respond and be pleasant. If she's happy, normally she wont shy away from physical contact but embrace it. A happy Kyrie puts herself around the few people that hold a hare of her trust.
The worst mask she wears is her 'mad' mask. When she's angry, there's a good guarantee someone will get hurt or something will get broken. An angry Kyrie is not merciful. An angry Kyrie is manipulative and deceitful. An angry Kyrie hones in on what her victim fears most and attacks. An angry Kyrie will murder someone and feel no remorse for it (that is, until her mask changes) and think it perfectly fine. Her angry mask is the only one that isn't calm and quiet.
Whatever mask Kyrie is wearing, the girl can't seem to resist the urges she gets from her obsessive compulsive disorder. If she tries, she'll get anxious and antsy and even start whining until she finally gives in. If there's an object involved she wont calm down until she touches, or whatever her urges make her do. Another thing she can't resist is the idea of stealing. Put her in a wal*mart and she'll have a field day. If a patient has something she wants or needs, she'll immediately plot her plan of action. Fire is another thing she has a problem with. She has a space full of lighters and matchboxes.
Kyrie is certified Obsessive Compulsive, Multiple Personality, Kleptomaniac, and Pyromaniac. , you dared to kiss the face of the night . mother and father: Leslie Brooks; 36; cashier; extremely close Skip Brooks; 38; bartender; close, but not as close as the mother is. siblings: N/A birthplace: California hometown: Amarillo, Texas pets: N/A children: N/A
detailed history: - December 20, Kyrie is born in a ramshackle hospital in the far outskirts of Los Angeles, California. Her mother and father where in town to let Leslie visit her parents so they could see her and spend time with her. Kyrie was born two weeks prematurely. Kyrie spent nearly a month in the hospital to make sure everything was alright.
- Kyrie and her parents stayed another month in Los Angeles with her grandparents so they could spend time with their grandbaby and because they could pay any hospital expenses. For the most part Kyrie was a quiet baby and only cried whenever she wanted or needed something. Satisfied with her health, her parents finally went home to Amarillo, Texas.
- As Kyrie started growing up, her sitter at the nursery began to notice strange behaviors. Kyrie wasn't participating well with the other children and would take dolls and go sit by herself, letting no one else play with her. She wouldn't share her toys that she brought with her, either. The sitter started to become even more worried whenever Kyrie started ripping the heads off her dolls and laughing.
- The sitter finally had enough, after all the vandalism Kyrie had done to her nursery, whenever the child hit another. The sitter called Kyrie's parents and had a face to face talk with them while Kyrie sat in a corner and ripped the heads off more dolls. The sitter told Leslie and Skip that she no longer wanted to watch Kyrie, and sent the family away. With Skip's parents dead, Leslie's parents had no other choice but to come help with Kyrie.
- The grandparents started to worry when Kyrie, at age eight, started having violent mood swings. However, determined not to worry the parents more about this, they decided to try to help Kyrie themselves. However, her parents noticed and blamed it all on the thought that Kyrie was simply too spoiled and would throw a fit when she didn't get her way.
- The parents finally started worrying whenever Kyrie was sent home from school one day for getting into a fight with another student. But again, they shrugged it off and decided that she only needed more discipline. They did not fail to notice that the more assertive they became, the more violent Kyrie became in return.
- Kyrie's sixth grade teacher began noticing changes in Kyrie and whenever she tried sitting down to talk with her, the girl simply ignored her in favor of scribbling words in her notebook. Worried, the teacher called her parents for a teacher parent meeting. Kyrie's mother became upset that the teacher would insinuate that something was wrong with her daughter and pulled her out of the school.
- Hesitantly, Kyrie's mother let her return to a different school at the age of fifteen. Her parents were finally happy from the peace and quiet of no one calling them to tell them that their daughter might have something wrong with her. The thing was: people didn't bother Kyrie or pay attention to her, and Kyrie minded her own.
- Things were going good for Kyrie up until her high school year. Unsettled by the atmosphere, she began skipping school altogether. She was unaware that the school called her home after she had a good handful of absences. After a good fight between her and her parents, she had no choice but to let her mother take her to school every morning to make sure she got there and went.
- Kyrie, very displeased with her parents, began slacking in school. She stopped studying and stopped doing her homework and started failing her classes. The classes she didn't approve of she started skipping until she went to first period and then took refuge in a stall in the girls bathroom until school was over.
- Kyrie had no problem with the people at her school because they didn't bother her directly. A few pushes here and there in the congested hallways was something that she could handle. However, a group of females decided to make her their next target. Though Kyrie tried to ignore them, all she was doing was bottling up her anger.
- Kyrie ignored the girls for as long as she could until finally she snapped one day at the age of seventeen. She hunted the three girls down one by one and attacked. One girl got her head shut in a locker, another pushed down a flight of stairs and kicked to death, and another drowned in a toilet in the bathroom with several burn marks. Their bodies were found in the janitors closet with missing goods and everyone pointed their fingers in Kyrie's direction.
- The parents of the girls pressed charges against Kyrie and the school expelled her. Before her trial, Kyrie was forced to spend her time in juvenile detention in a room all by herself. During her time in juvenile detention, she refused to eat and refused to talk to anyone. Finally, her grandparents agreed to pay for a lawyer and her trial began.
- All the evidence pointed against Kyrie in the trial, but her lawyer argued that she was mentally ill. The prosecutor demanded papers and the trial was prolonged as Kyrie went into therapy. When all was said and done, Kyrie went back to trial with papers certifying her mental illnesses. In stead of going to jail for murder and theft, she plead insanity and spent more time in juvenile detention while the court decided where to send her.
- One night Kyrie was awoken from her sleep and thrown into the county jail van. She vaguely remembered getting onto an air plane before falling asleep again for several hours and then being escorted back into another van. Though she had no idea where she was and where she was going, Kyrie didn't protest.
- Now taking residence in Asylum 82, Kyrie is somewhat more stable than before, but she still refuses the help of the doctors and psychologists. Punishments are something she lets slide over her shoulders; and though she secretly dreams of freedom, she is starting to call Asylum 82 her home sweet home.
, in the cold like a hundred souls escaping . member title: no thanks read the rules?: admin, edit! anything else?: ladela sample post:
| QUOTE | Delilah would've laughed had she not known that blushing was typical Aiden. No matter how many times she - or possibly any female, she never paid attention to them - ran up to him and hugged him, he always graced her with a blush. She didn't mind in the least, though. She thought it was cute she had the ability to make the older male blush, no matter how easy it may be to make him. On most days, she preferred hanging out with him because it was quiet. It wasn't an awkward kind of quiet, but a quiet that she could enjoy and relax to. It was a dramatic transition from what she was so used to, but she slowly realized that if she was with Aiden, she evaded a headache.
She hated headaches.
Her eyes slid contently closed when she felt him return her hug. She opened her eyes at his question and shifted some, eyes on his drink. "I dunno, what is it?" She asked, but took it anyway. She eyed the contents and with a shrug took back a guesstimated shot. She shivered as the burn and taste of alcohol went down her throat and held the glass back toward her companion. She never started off drinking hard. Lilah was a fruity-drink-and-bitch-beer start off kind of girl, but once she was drunk she'd start tipping back the hard liquor. There have been many times when she'd drink two big bottles of whatever was available just because she couldn't say no.
Delilah returned Aiden's smile automatically. "Been alright. Stressing a little, but nevertheless fine. I'm still struggling to find a balance for school life and social life," she shrugged and rolled her eyes. As much as she pretended, deep down inside school was crucial to her. At every C she made, she mentally cringed. She still could never bring herself to cut any time out of her social life. It made her Delilah; and all work and no play makes Delilah dull. "How have you been doing yourself?" She inquired, figuring he'd be the same as always. It's one of the things she liked most about him: he was steady. Being steady was a good thing; steady was what she needed in her life.
She definitely needed to hang out with him more. And maybe, just maybe, his studying habits would rub off on her.
"So, what are you doing here?" Lilah asked trying to make light conversation. She reached up behind his neck and ran her fingers down his dreads, tempted as always to tangle her fingers inside his mess of a hair. She always wondered what possessed him to get dreads, but never voiced her curiosity. She just wanted to know: of all things...why dreads? She always hated dreads but the style just looked nice and suiting for him...if 'dreads' and 'nice' could be used in the same sentence. His looked nice, at any rate. And damn if she didn't want to just run her fingers through it, just to see what would happen.
Her fingers twitched with curiosity at the scenarios playing through her mind. |
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