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Post by Skeleton Key on May 15, 2006 16:55:04 GMT -5
I recently read a book about asylums. In the olden days, gaurdians would send orphans in their care to an asylum so they could get their fortune, and no one would believe the orphans because, well, they were in an asylum.
This asylum is supposed to be quite old fashioned, with cox swings, gyrators, hydrotherapy, and, of course, people who come to laugh at the patients.
You can be a doctor, someone who's actually insane, or an orphan who's been wrongfully put away. Or someone who I didn't list. I don't care.
Tell me if your character isn't on the list.
Esme: Olaf: Violet: Shelly247 Sunny: DarkSpiral Klaus: Dr. Ketch: Skeleton Key Gauballe and Gosport Bellingham: Skeleton Key Max Ride: Twistedbrain Sally Smith: DarkSpiral George G. Rim Georgson: jtb2
Karma points if you can catch the allusions in my characters' names.
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Post by twistedbrain on May 15, 2006 16:56:39 GMT -5
I wish to be an actual patient, please.
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Post by Skeleton Key on May 15, 2006 16:56:58 GMT -5
Okay. Name, please?
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Post by twistedbrain on May 15, 2006 16:58:04 GMT -5
Put me down for Max Ride.
(Karma points for whoever knows that allusion.)
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Post by Skeleton Key on May 15, 2006 17:00:13 GMT -5
Is it Mad Max?
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Post by twistedbrain on May 15, 2006 17:00:42 GMT -5
Nope.
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Post by Sugary Snicket on May 15, 2006 17:05:36 GMT -5
I wanna be a crazy person!!!!! My name can be Sally! And I see things!!!!! Like Jack Skellington! "HIIIIIIII JAAAAACK!" ;D
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Post by Skeleton Key on May 15, 2006 17:07:41 GMT -5
Last name, please?
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Post by Shelly on May 15, 2006 17:18:04 GMT -5
Violet, please.
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Post by Sugary Snicket on May 15, 2006 17:19:15 GMT -5
Okay, last name.... will just make it Smith. Sally Smith. YZAY ALLITERATIONS!!!!!!!!! ;D
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Post by Skeleton Key on May 15, 2006 17:21:44 GMT -5
Let's start!
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Post by Sugary Snicket on May 15, 2006 17:23:44 GMT -5
Start's a funneh word..... heh, start. START!!!! *asylum people come put her in a straightjacket* hey, this is comfy.... Do you have this in neon green? Huh, do ya? DO YA!!!!! DO YOUR WORST!!!!!!!
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Post by Skeleton Key on May 15, 2006 17:25:50 GMT -5
Inside the asylum, you could see that there were three different types of patients: Those screaming "LET ME OUT! I'M SANE!" and rattling the bars of their hay carpeted cells, those sitting and sulking, and those entertaining themselves in childish and sometimes disturbing ways. Two sulkers, Gauballe and Gosport Bellingham, had a feeling their would be a new arrival soon.
Upstairs, there were nice, if slightly bare bedrooms for adults, particularly wealthy ones who checked in on their own accord, and on the top floor there was solitary confinement.
The Bellingham orphans were jolted from their train of thought by a man guffawing at the girl next door who had made a crown from hay and was parading around her cell like a princess.
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Post by Sugary Snicket on May 15, 2006 17:31:22 GMT -5
Sally was forcefully thrown into the hay-floored cell. "Ow! Hey, look, a paperclip!" She grabs the paperclip and occupies herself by playing with it, bending it into all sorts of wierd shapes. Five minutes later, she showed it to a nearby guard. "See?" she says, a childish grin on her face. "I made a puppy dawg! I shall call it Squishy, and it shall be mine, and it shall be my SQUISHY!!!!"
The guard scowled at her, grabbed the paperclip (which happened to look nothing like a dog), and crumpled it in his dinner plate - sized hand. Tears formed in Sally's eyes as the guard turned from her. "Puppy dawg? SQUISHY, SPEAK TO ME!!!!!"
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Post by Skeleton Key on May 15, 2006 17:36:26 GMT -5
Gauballe, who couldn't stand hearing Sally's crying, (Mostly because she needed to think, and not because she was soft.) made a dog-shape out of hay and passed it to Sally through the bars once the gaurd was gone. "Hide it. The gaurd kills puppies." she whispered, hopefully preventing any more noise than she needed.
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