-My New Rp-
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Thread Topic: -My New Rp-
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I was thinking mental place.
I want to be the mental patience.
He falls in love with his therapist.
You're the therapist.
Name: Logan Reece
Age: 16
Looks: Straight blonde hair, emerald green eyes, tall
Description: Has mental troubles
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I'll join.))
But i'm not a fast poster.)) -
Yay. *claps*
No worries.
Go ahead and make yo character. -
Name-Ashley Faith
Age-19
Hair-Carmel color,Curly.
Eyes-Light blue,almost whitish.
Clothing-Nurse uniform.
Description- Is a student Nurse, so only takes care of a few patients. -
Fab.
I guess I will start.
Logan carried his small, black suitcase into the large building that stood before him. The large lettering on the building read "Angel's Mental Care Hospital." Logan stared up at the sign for a minute before going inside. As soon as he pushed the glass doors apart, he was overcome with an odd smell of cheap perfume. He shoot his head. Logan went up to the front desk. "Name?" Logan thought for a second, considering lying. "Logan Reece." -
Ashley nodded at her last patient. She got up and trotted back down the hallway to the office. "Done." She said, smiling at everyone. "Actually Faith, this is your new patient." The older, crabby woman at the desk corrected. Ashley stared for a quick moment and nodded at the woman. "Alright." She stated and walked to her Office to gather supplies.
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Logan glared after the girl as she walked away. He decided that he would have a bit of fun with this girl. Logan decided that he would not open his mouth. He won't eat, drink, sleep, or talk until they let him out of this hell hole they called "A nice place."
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Ashley grabbed her clipboard and went back to the Office. "Come with me dear." She flashed her smile. She grabbed his arm and pulled him in a white private room. "Just sit any where." She said calmly pointing at the 4 chairs. He blonde hair fell in her face and she was ready to ask questions.
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Logan ignored the girls request and sat on the floor. Logan flipped his hair out his face. She could ask all the questions in the world, but Logan knew for a fact that she was getting nothing out of him. He silently prayed that the doctors he had seen early had not found his weakness. For some odd reason, anyone who touched his neck got whatever they wanted. Logan wondered if that was what made him insane.
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Ashley checked her files. "Hmm? I've heard your a fighting one?" She chuckled, knowing that he wasn't going to break her goodie-two-shoes personality. She glared at him. "The floor is uncomfortable ya know?" She beamed. She just hoped she could get him to speak. That's all she wanted. She thought of every way she could get him to say something.
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Logan tapped his feet. His red converse shook the floor with ever tap. He looked up at her, raising his eyebrows, daring her to continue.
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Ashley crossed her arms. "You can't stay forever silent." She said disappointed. She studied him. Everything single thing. She watched the way he moved, or eyed her. She wanted to know how he felt but clearly he wasn't going to talk.
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Logan bit his lip so hard, he drew blood. He looked up at the girl, trying to hide how he felt. Sadness overtook him, and he looked down. The girl reminded him of his ex girlfriend who had left him the day before. Logan tapped his foot faster, agitated.
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Ashley lowered her head. "It gets better after a while." She said feeling pain about how her sister was here. She looked up at him, telling he was irritated or sorrowful. She loosened her glare on him and clicked her pen. She wasn't going to fail with him, she knew that for a fact.
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Logan pulled his knees to his chest, ignoring what she had saying. He knew it wouldn't get better. He knew he would die here. He wished for food but then remembered that he was not eating. His flat and empty stomach growled, but Logan ignored it. He drew blood from his lip and frowned.
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