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[Akieen Cloud]

[COLOR=Purple][B]Let me tell you something I've learned in my time here. Just because you can't see or hear something doesn't mean it isn't there, and just because you don't believe something doesn't mean it's not true. Maybe you're the one who needs to open their eyes and to really listen, to open your heart and just believe. It's no reason to condemn those of us that can see and hear those things. Just because people are different does not mean that they are worthless or less human. Sometimes those of us that appear to be the most insane are in reality the most balanced.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I should start at the beginning of this year, when I was moved from my private room into a larger, shared room. It was quite a change, but for some reason They thought it would be a good idea, something to do with personality evaluations and such. I suppose They had been right. My new room didn't get any bloodstains on the floors.

My new roommates quickly became a reason for me to try and stave off the Darkness. Maybe if I could help myself, I could in turn help them. Turns out that none of us really needed help. At least, not the kind of help that They thought we needed, anyway. One day I had hoped we'd all leave this place and just be normal. Not freaks, not weirdos, not "special," not crazy. Oh, sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself again.

Anyway, I was the only long-termer of the bunch. My other four new roomies were either fresh outcasts of the psych ward or were just shipped in by their oh-so-loving families. It makes me sick to think that some people would throw away their child just because the poor thing has a disease, something that may be considered "shameful." Makes me glad I don't have a family. At least when you're a ward of the colony no one pretends to love you. But I digress again. I'm new at this journal writing thing. Guess I better get better pretty damn fast, huh? I don't have that long left to write this. Something needs to remain after we are gone, and our time is rapidly running out.

My main hope became that maybe someday we could all "graduate" and get out of here. Oh, bloody hell, how stupid of me to hope such a thing, especially now.

Guess you're wondering where "here" is, huh? Well, look outside, peer through the bars on our windows, you might be able to see the electrified, razor wire topped fence surrounding the yard. They've got to keep us confined, you see. The nearest neighbors are ten miles away, but we still manage to make them nervous just by existing. I'm student at the Bryce School for Youths with Special Needs. Long and impressive name, huh? Pretty nice for a glorified insane asylum.

My name is Yara Kurushi. I see demons. I am not insane.

I am told by others here who are like me that in the future some of us will be picked out and transferred to another facility where we will be trained and then sent around the world destroying the demons of hell.

Funny, people sometimes wonder if humans are really actually insane.

So, I guess I should tell you a little bit about us. You know, how we got acquainted with each other and our little oddities and such. During the last week of the summer break I was allowed to move my meager possessions to my new larger room. Oh, let me tell you, the best benefit of being moved to a big, shared room is the attached bathroom. Bliss. As for the room, it was actually a rather diminutive space, barely containing its two bunk beds, single bed, two old bureaus, and one small mirror that was glued to the wall. Looks like it wouldn't take much to cover it up. That was a relief. Nothing like waking up at night to find a dream demon peering out from the mirror at you, malevolent purple eyes shining in the darkness.

I immediately took it upon myself to claim the top bunk nearest to the window. Some thoughtful Drone (my all-purpose slang for the vast majority of idiot staff, nurses, and doctors) had put a small shelf up at the bed's level. It was slightly loose and had a convenient little crack in the wall above it. How nice, I remember thinking as I stuffed my ratty school issued plain gray clothing (no pockets, long sleeves, drawstring pants) into a drawer and vaulted up on the bed to have a look.

I remember thinking, 'I'll keep my blades up here.' Oh, yeah, don't give me that. Of course I managed to steal some blades from the infirmary. I've been here long enough that I know the shifts like the back of my hand. For "professionals" the Drones are way too careless. You know what, though? It's funny, someone thought they were being clever with that shelf, and they were really just helping the Darkness keep me a little while longer. Irony. How amusing in a dark sort of way.

So anyway, I ghosted around the room for the rest of the day, wondering when the other occupants were going to get here. In the four years I've been here, I've had extremely bad luck with roommates. One was scared to death of me and tried to bash my skull in with his toothbrush.

The next one was, well, let's just say that my experience with that guy was weird. The Drones would sometimes come for him in the middle of the day, pulling him out of class, out of our room, wherever he happened to be. Guy never said a word to me, but one day I came back to our room and his stuff was gone. It was weird.

The last guy I roomed with I found dead, he had managed to bite his wrists open with his teeth sometime in the middle of the night. What a pleasant sight to wake up to in the morning, huh? At least when I cut I use something nice and sharp. I can't stand sloppy suicides. But you know, the worst part of the whole experience was the tiny scavenger spawnlings tearing at his aura's residual afterglow. Gruesome little beasts gave me the heebie-jeebies, just so damn quiet and so damn creepy at the same time. Ugh. I don't want to think about them right now.

Would these new guys be schizos, splits, paranoids, or, maybe even hallucinators, like me? Yeah, that's back when I thought the demons and visions weren't real. But, hold on, I'll get to that, k? So here I was wondering about the little variety (aka freak) show I would probably soon be witnessing, lying on my bed, and staring out the window.

I believe in multi-tasking my laziness.

After a while I was deep in what some people call environmental withdrawal, and what I call meditation. I was so gone in my thoughts that when the first guy finally walked in, he scared the holy bejeezes out of me. So badly, in fact, that I rolled right of the bunk.

Let me tell you, that hurt like hell. I had a bruise on my side for damn near forever afterwards.

So I'm lying there on the floor, right? I'm clutching my braid in both hands as I tried to recover both my breath and my pride. I had my eyes shut tightly so I wouldn't have to look at the new guy and all I could think was, 'What a wonderful first impression?' [/B] [/COLOR]


[COLOR=Purple]Sign Up:

[B]Name: Yara Kurushi
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Aperrance:[/B] [/COLOR] [URL=http://www.basehead.org/files/wallz/Forever_Anime_2.jpg]Yara[/URL] [COLOR=Purple][B]Only she wears the dull grey uniform of the insane asylum. Long loose pants and a short sleeve form fitting shirt.
Reason admitted: Claimed she could see demons and was thought insane
Bio: Yara was born with a kind of sixth sense she could see demons but never hear them. Ever since she was young she could see them. Her mother knew she wasn't insane for she could see them as well, her mother supported her the entire time she was alive. Her father thought that they were both insane. The day after her mother's death her father admitted her into the aslyum at age 10. Now there for 9 years she has learned that there are more like her and that she really ins't just cookoo.[/B] [/COLOR]

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[size=1]Name: Toshi Akechi
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearence: Wavy faded black hair which comes down to his shoulders. Pale white skin. His eyes are blue and emotionless most of the time. He's got a small scruffy goatee giving him the appearence of someone unkept. He wears mostly the same clothes that all the other admitted wear.
Reason admitted: Claimed that demons were hunting him
Bio: Toshi was fairly normal. It was this way up until after his 20th birthday when he claimed he'd fallen asleep and awoke in a bath tub with his wrists slit and he was bleeding to death. Normally he'd awake immediatly from such a startling scene but he didn't. He than continued on saying that within the dream, demons had arisen from his blood and devoured his body. People were skeptical but Toshi believed that the dream was a baptism of sorts which would let the demons haunt him forever as payment for his sins.[/size]

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Name: Ichi Ronin
Age: 21
Appearance: Long black hair covering a pale face which he somehow manages to decorate with black ink in the form of triangles above and below his eyes, as well as black lips that have lines running from the corners up his cheek in a devilish smile. When he was not in the asylum he would wear a large black overcoat and a black beater with black leather pants and thick black boots.
Reason Admitted: Diagnosed with split personality, but claims he shares his mind with a demon.
Bio: After finding an old sword in his grandfather's attic he noticed a voice bothering him. Something that was coming from his own mouth and would sometimes move his body. He kept quiet until he woke up to find himself being walked out the door with his grandfather's sword. After he was found like that he was admitted to the asylum. He was only 12 at the time and since then has come to terms with the demon in him and has learned to work with it. He claims the demon is not evil and actually treats him well.

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[SIZE=1][FONT=Verdana]Name: Kevin Welters
Age: 26
Gender: male

Appearance: Blonde hair and green eyes, every bit of Kevin's aristocratic upbringing is written on his expressive, dashing face. As much as he tries to hide it, Kevin's posture and the way he carries himself speak years of being lorded over other people.

Reason admitted: Found wandering naked in Times Square. Diagnosed with Schizophrenia, Paranoia, and heavy avoidant disorder.

Bio: Kevin's were the dimmest two persons to ever graduate high school. They were educated, of course, even used their money to hire the best teachers in America, but over time, it seemed that every ounce of their former intelligence had quickly drifted away like the morning breeze. They did everything that they heard rich people are supposed to do: buy yachts, buy bigger houses, buy caviar, even if they didn't really enjoy any of it.

When Kevin was born, everyone knew he would be doomed to the same rich and dumb fate as his parents before him. However, even at a young age he began shocking his teachers and professors with the depth of his thought and vastness of his curiosity. He had a great appreciation of the arts, and decided almost at once that he would some day be a painter.

His adolescence in Mells Private Academy found him an outcast, not because his peers were generally hostile to him, although they were, in fact, very hostile, but because Kevin failed to acknowledge their presence. He'd roam the campus, reading intently and never looking where he was going, colliding with doors and walls on a regular basis, or talking to himself, more passionately and intently than he ever spoke to anyone else.

But something changed when he was 25, living in New York away from his parent's estate, an artist, as he had intended. Knowing the wealth and reputation of his name would give his art an unfair biastry, he worked under the alias of Mr. Blue Sky, a name he stole from an old ELO song, and let his art reflect it in every way: blue skies over cotton clouds, bashful lovers on first dates, sunflowers. But suddenly and drastically, his art changed: mutilated children, blood on padded cells, suicides, and worst of all, demons.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[Sky Moonflow]

[COLOR=Navy][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Name: Deimonica Wolfe

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: [URL=http://www.deviantart.com/view/21220414/]Deimonica Wolfe[/URL]

Reason Admitted: Was found in her school bathroom huddled in the corner sobbing and wailing about hearing voices of the unseen.

Bio: Deimonica came from a very simple family and wasn't really expected to go very far in her education. When she first collapsed from and 'attack' she was thought to have been severly dehydrated and passed out. The 'attacks' seemed to have faded from the time she was seventeen till she was nineteen. She was found numerous times around the campus of her school out cold.

They sent her to the nurse many of times and was given many medications. The medications seemed to have effect but things were changing rapidly. They finally found her one day in the girls room sobbing and wailing about hearing the voices of demons in her mind. She was then sent to the asylum, because her parents had cut all ties to her after the first time she had heard the voices. [/FONT] [/COLOR]

[Quatre-Kun]

Dear Allah, i hope i'm not too late too...

Name: Marcus Alnoto

Age:19

Gender:Male

Appearance: Average height, 5'6". Dark Blond, nearly brown, who knows how long it's been since it's been cut, hangs down in tight curls right around his ears. Blue eyes, still have a sparkle of cunning in them. slight muscular built, seems to be Made to be quick. Wears clothes made just for him by the Clinic. Heavy chains bind him, to restrict movement, built into the clothes. Dull blood color are the clothes.

Reason Admitted: Seems to claim responsibilty for major arsony and a large blackout within 3 states of each other, at the same instant. claims to have multiple personalities, he says are demons. he has only named 3. checked himself in, in a state of drunken idiocy, claiming to see spirits, talk to them, and interact just like a human being.

Bio: At 14, he claims to have been seeing and feeling things. At 17, seems to be possessed by at least 3 other "demons". Claims they are docile, treat him well, although prone to take utter control over him. At 16, performed a spell that needed at least 4 others to help, didnt backfire at all. gained all good things, lost all sanity as far as he himself claims. Checked himself in a state of "Not drunk, not crunk, not stoned, but Bouldered!!!" Exact quote from himself. Has been into extensive Therapy and Solitary Confinement 47 times in the past year. Deemed docile enough to be treated to some humanity.