Sign Up The Mental Ward [M: VL (possible S)]

[Kieko]

[spoiler][color=plum][I][font=verdana][b][u][size=3]The Mental Ward[/b][/u][/size][/i]


?Hey!? Jessie called from the couch. ?Hurry up, I?m starting the movie at ten whether you?re ready or not!?

No answer. However, much bustling and scrambling came from the kitchen followed by the ruckus of two overly-excited boys running from the kitchen into the living room. One flopped on an easy chair, spilling some of the popcorn from the bowl in his hand, while the other fell onto the other seat on the couch Jessie was on.

?What are we watching again?? The boy next to Jessie asked.
Jessie rolled her eyes at her socially deprived friend. ?Only the best movie ever made.?
?I know, you told me. But what?s it called??
?Kill Bill.?
?What??
At this point, the other boy turned his head sharply to look at his friend. ?Ricky, no. No, tell me you?re joking.?
?I?m not.? Ricky said.
?You?ve seriously never even heard of Kill Bill?? Jessie asked.
?No.?
At this point the other boy turned back to the TV and started to laugh.
?What?s so funny?? Ricky asked, totally and utterly clueless. The boy continued to laugh. ?What?s so funny? Seriously. Stop laughing. Greg, seriously.?
?I?m sorry it?s just that it?s so funny.? Greg said, holding down a snicker.
?What is so funny?? Ricky repeated.
?Never mind. Just watch the movie.? Jessie said, grabbing the popcorn from Greg.

Ricky heaved a disappointed sigh; he hated to be kept in the dark and would probably ask later what was so funny, but for now he was quiet. Jessie was thankful for that. She loved Ricky like a brother, but even siblings don?t get along all the time. But it was ok because it provided some comic relief for later when she would look back and laugh at what was said. Soft, dramatic music started to play, and it seemed as though the movie was starting. The three friends shifted into positions that they thought they could keep for the next three hours and waited anxiously for the opening of the first scene. The black screen faded to white and the white faded into a picture as if the camera had turned away from a hospital light. However, the image was not of the experienced robbers who, when committing a crime, left behind no way to be captured, instead it was an image of two doctors and three nurses at an entrance that seemed like the doorway to a cheery hospital, awaiting those in need.

?Hey, what gives?? Greg asked to no one in particular. ?Fast forward. Maybe it?s a commercial.?

So Jessie picked up the remote and pressed the button with ?FF? printed on it in tiny, bold letters. The button appeared to work, however the image ran at a normal pace and the sound did, as well. It was like the only difference was the jagged lines on the screen. Jessie took her thumb off the button and they watched the strange program.

?Welcome to Serenity?s Mental Ward, where our doctors and nurses are working on round the clock shifts to make sure our patients get the attention and accommodations they deserve. Here, we nurse the mentally disabled and insane to an almost normal state using kindness, care, and patience?? As the women?s sweet voice faded, so did the commercial. Jessie woke up lying on a stretcher being rushed down a dark corridor, like a dungeon. She tried to sit up, but noticed that she was strapped to the stretcher. She lifted her head up and looked past her feet. Two stretchers trailed her holding Greg and Ricky. They seemed to be struggling to get away.

?Ricky! Greg! What?s happening?!? Jessie yelled at them. They turned to look at her, but before they could say anything one of the doctors pushing her stretcher pushed her back roughly.
?Jessie!? Ricky shouted, struggling even more.

As they moved down the hall, it looked more and more like a dungeon. Jessie surveyed the area, seeing a metal grate in the ceiling with the shadow of a woman twitching about like a fly trying to escape from inside an upside down glass. Jessie turned her head to see a man sitting on the cold stone floor, near a pool of water, bashing his head against the wall, his knees pulled into his chest; he looked no older than twenty-two. Jessie shut her eyes tight and struggled to get free.

?NO! NO, YOU WON?T TAKE ME!? She screamed franticly. ?I?M NOT MENTAL!? She flailed and kicked (or at least tried to under the straps), but a doctor held a gas mask covering her nose and mouth.
?No.? He said in a deep voice. ?You?re not mental. Not yet.?

And he flipped a switch on a machine. Jessie tried to hold her breath, knowing that sleeping gas was being emitted from the mask, but eventually she couldn?t hold it anymore and gasped in the fumes. She took one final glance at Greg and Ricky, who had also been given the gas, before laying back. Accepting that the last thing she may ever see is the doctor?s a-bit-too-cheery smile, she waited helplessly as the darkness surrounding her seemed to close in and swallow her whole.

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Ok, just a few notes. Ricky, Greg, and Jessie are all in the same room in the mental ward. The rooms are exactly like they would be in a normal mental ward, but not as nice. Like maybe there could be some spider webs, cracks in the cots, dust, bugs, you know. Also, other people can be in rooms near theirs or across from theirs. And two can even be in the same room. The walls to the rooms that are facing the halls are glass, so the people in them can see out of them. There is a maximum of five people per room, but there is no minimum.

The ward is not a mental ward at all. The ?doctors? and ?nurses? from the ward broadcast their commercial to the Movies On Demand channel and send out a message to everyone who was watching, targeting their brain. However, the message only affects certain hormones that are only found in 20-25-year-old?s brains, so that the ward gets young specimens and not people who are on Death?s Door as it is. The next thing the person remembers is when they wake up on the stretchers being led to the ward. There the ?doctors? do experiments on them and test their brains and when they go crazy, they leave them in the corridor to starve and die, like the young man Jessie saw pounding his head against the wall when Jessie was being led through the corridor. Oh, and by the way, two people can be Greg and Ricky if they want.

Jessie, Greg, Ricky, and your characters are trying to get out with their sanity. Now the sign ups:

Appearance: (Pictures are great, but descriptions are good, too.)
Name: (Modern day names would be nice, but you can be creative if you want.)
Age: (20-25, Ricky and Greg are 21)
Personality:
Location: (Where they were when they saw the commercial. Greg and Ricky were in New York City, NY)
Residence: (If they didn?t see the commercial in their current residence, then where do they live?)
Position: (How many years you?ve been in college, if you?re out, if you have a Bachelor?s, etc. Ricky goes to an arts academy [you can make up which one] and Greg goes to a computer science university [you can make up which one])
Ward Room Number: (What ward room you?re in. Ricky and Greg are in 5B)
Brief Biography: (Just a short touch on your character?s background will be fine. I just want to know what kind of environment you come from.)



My sign-up:

_Appearance: [img]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=21221[/img]
_Name: Jessie Williams
_Age: 21
_Location: New York City, NY
_Residence: New York City, NY
_Personality: Jessie is funny, outgoing, pretty, and smart. Sure, school comes easy for her, and she?s pretty and is nice, but her peers in grade school (starting from when she was 5), didn?t seem to like her much and teased her until she was in college, which is how she became what she is today.
_Position: Jessie just finished her third year of college. She plans to go back next year for her Masters? in journalism.
_Ward Room Number: 5B
_Brief Biography: Jessie?s dad left when she was little, so she was left alone when her mom would go on ?work trips?. But she still managed to stay in school and her mom managed to make enough for the both of them to live in a pretty nice house with decent food. However, for as long as Jessie could remember, she had been teased and alienated by classmates. They would call her names, put tape in her hair, and play keep away with her belongings. One Saturday, she went to the store with her mom and bought a new hat. She loved that hat and wore it everywhere. Then her mom suggested she wear it to school. Jessie didn?t want her mom to worry that something was wrong, so she did. The minute she walked into Ms. Paulson?s first grade classroom, someone grabbed her hat and ran to the back of the classroom. Jessie asked for it back and tried to grab it, but the person threw it to another and that person did the same when Jessie got near them. This went on until the teacher walked in the room. Then the person with the hat threw it on top a bookshelf so that Jessie couldn?t reach it.

Another day, when she was in sixth grade, she received her book order. She had ordered a Pokémon drawing book for her sister, but one kid saw it and thought it was hers. No matter how many times Jessie told him that it wasn?t for her, he kept on teasing her. That day, she was sitting at lunch and someone bumped into her. It was the kid from her class. The table behind her started laughing and she turned around and then looked at her friends asking what everyone was laughing about. One of her friends reached behind Jessie?s head and pulled off the Gatorade wrapper and showed her. She acted like it didn?t bother her, but she was just trying to stop the tears.

She did have friends, but they were either never in her classes, or they were hanging out with their other friends. Her only real true friends were Greg, Ricky, Bethany and Joelle. However, Bethany and Joelle were in California and Jessie hadn?t seen them since high school. And Greg and Ricky could only come over in the summer when school was out. She?s having a hard enough time surviving college without having to survive the Mental Ward.


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Well, that?s pretty much it. PM me if I missed anything.
~Kieko[/color][/font][/spoiler]