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summers asylum for adolescents
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Wynter Valon {Global Mod}
Benji D’artagnan {Mod}
Corsemeier {Mod}
Gabrielle Elanora Degal {Mod}
Isabella Richie {Mod}
James Jackson {Mod}
Shoichi Yuji {Mod}
Neil Grey {Mod}
Lucy Lina Allens {Mod}
Welcome to Summer's Asylum for Adolescents. Here we house several hundreds of children from the ages of fourteen up until they are twenty one. Here at Summer's Asylum there is a dedicated program in play that will in effect help for a child or young adult to overcome whatever illness or disorder they may have. Working with young people who may have, disorders, mental illnesses, depression, anti social behavious or even helping them through an addiction. This is a highly qualified center dedicated to helping your troubled adolescents.

At least this is what they say in the brochure.
But what really goes on behind the heavy metal doors of this old asylum.
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Setting:London, England
Month: April
Year:2008
Weather:Cold//Rain//Warm//Sunny {Mixed Weather}

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Rem Saverem
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Share Your Bed {Corsemeier}
« Thread Started on Sept 7, 2008, 7:30am »		[Quote]
Night had descended upon the asylum. Rain pelted the windows in waves. Large droplets splattered against the cold glass, making small thumping noises. There was never a single second of silence as the storm continued. A flash of lightning lit up the sky outside, accompanied by a loud crack of thunder which slowly faded back into the silence.

Normally, a storm such as this would not be enough to bother the feral child of room number nine. But it was different tonight. Tonight, the storm found young Rem Saverem curled up in a corner of his room. The corner farthest away from the window. He had a thick woolen blanket clutched tightly around his emaciated body, trying to make it a shield against the weather outside.

Two deep emerald eyes and a small tuft of raven hair peeked out from the folds of the blanket. His entire huddled form was shaking. When the thunder boomed for the first time, the teenager cried out and pulled the blanket even tighter around himself. Both eyes were firmly hidden behind two thin veils of extremely pale flesh. Rem was trying to focus on the darkness they offered, really looking for an escape of some sort.

But there was none to be found. He was trapped. Trapped without any hope in this place of white-washed walls and cielings and floors. A low whimper slipped past his parted lips as his small body continued to shake. Finally, his dark eyes opened. Then an unexpected thought popped into his mind. His covered head turned in the direction of the bed that belonged to his room mate. Corsemeier, the boy who was only a few years old than him and could pass for being his twin.

Ever so slowly, the feral child began to unfold himself. The blanket fell off his figure. Rem was dressed simply in an overly large tee shirt that came down to his knees. His raven hair was dishevled from having been underneath the blanket. Both emerald orbs remained focused on the bed as he stood up. The floor of the room was cold beneath his bare feet but he continued to walk towards where his friend was sleeping.

Upon reaching Corsemeier's bed, the teenager started to slowly climb up onto it, gently placing his weight upon it so as not to wake the other resident up. It seemed to work for a little while. But Rem knew that he would have to wake his friend up. T'would be quite a surprise for Corsemeier to wake up and find his room mate sleeping beside him without having been informed of it. After another flash of lightning struck outside, the feral child finally reached out and touched his friend's shoulder, shaking it gently.

"Wake up, Corsemeier... Please..."

(OOC: Total Word Count - 458.)
« Last Edit: Sept 8, 2008, 1:06am by Rem Saverem »Link to Post - Back to Top  IP: Logged
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Religion: Aethiest

Illnesses: Anorexic, Algolagniac, Depression, Homicidal, Multiple Personalities.

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