stranger danger [PG-16]

[Mika]

such a delightfully depressing morning - plot

Have you ever been to an older carnival or perhaps an amusement park? Perhaps when you were little you would go at night with a parent and see the sparkling lights up all around you. You'd wander around and absolutely gorge yourself on the cotton candy before swinging round and round on the glittering rides for hours on end. You may have thought to yourself about running away and joining the carnival. And,if that didn't work out, you'd lie awake at night and wish that you could live in the park with your family forever. An endless blissful cycle, staying young forever in the peaceful carnival, eating all the funnel cakes your heart could ever desire. It would be nothing short of a storybook happy ending. For some, this ideal of childhood is replaced with the default problems of a broken system. There are children ripped from their homes from abuse allegations, children who fall into addictions to soothe the ache and children with broken minds no glue and glitter could ever fix.

Society's answer to these children is no longer the orphanages of old. These establishments, considered cruel and barbaric places by the government, have been replaced with places of healing, the kind word for a locked mental facility. A place to heal old wounds, develop skills and tricks to succeed in the world as a sober well adjusted upstanding adult. The fliers show the prestigious grounds, noted as one of the leading centers for such youth, the Aspen Hills Center for Disadvantaged Youth. The center itself is located on the abandoned grounds of an old amusement park and the fliers show both the rides kept in order, including the old carousel, and all the other things that a parent or social worker might need to know. The main build, or rather, Aspen Hills itself, is known first and for most for the young doctor spearheading the entire project. Dr. Romanio, a young man by medical means at the age of twenty eight, stands at the head, a handsome young man with a killer smile and a flair for public relations. He himself is known for taking the cases no one dares to take; his patience seemingly endless and his kindness abounds as he charges only those who can honestly pay and he's known for never having a public failure of a former client. However, like a young child might learn from a character on tv, just because the offer is tempting and enticing does not mean the offer is worth taking.

Truth be told, what's going on under the surface is more than anyone on the outside could can imagine, children being used in medical experiments, locked behind the electric walls without any hope of help from the outside world. The older children have discovered the director's scheme and are planning an escape with as many of the younger children as they can feasibly handle. As they begin to plan the details of their escape, the watchful eyes of the doctor are constantly upon them, never moving, never wavering, not even for a moment. Like rats in a maze, they will run through the maze towards an exit they're sure exists only to find one dead end after another. Turning and weaving, forever ensnaring themselves deeper and deeper within the very core of the facility, they will not realize their mistake until the gate slams effortlessly shut behind them. And yet, against such odds, in the dead of the nights there are some who speak of seeing an exit. This particular exit is not located in the general area of the dormitories but is instead hidden behind the staff mansion, secluded and somewhat guarded in a place where none but the privileged can see. In truth, it is this exit that is indeed the Achilles Heel of the asylum; a way out.

Is it simply a myth or is it something more?

As the asylum begins to spiral downward and out of control, the older children with fight still left in them have gathered together those that are willing to fight, that are willing to run, regardless of the penalties that may ensue. Determined not to lose, determined to fight and determined to escape, they gather at midnight in the basement behind the generator of the old abandoned carousel - the one blind spot in the asylum's security camera system - and plot while maintaining as cool of a cover as they can on the outside front to keep suspicions down.

Perhaps the children have forgotten that while the candy might be delightful to look at, the chocolate in the center could very well be a razor blade.

There's a predisposed danger with every single human stranger.

according to the map 'you are here' - rules

1.0 Follow all ORP Section Rules as posted.

2.0 Follow the rating rules as stated in the ORP section and make sure you stay within the rules. We're mostly dealing with runaways, druggies, abused children [tho I hope you understand what I'm not allowing] and kids with teenage problems that rich parents don't allow. Feel free to be creative. Amnesia is fun, so are multiple personalities if you can pull it off, and other unique things like that [hearing the voice of a children's puppet and conversing with said puppet is always great fun]. Wikipedia, in this case, is not your friend because you'll need to roleplay IC with your affliction. However. That being said, I don't want 8 freaking emo kids with daddy issues or things along those lines. >> no thanks. Check the sign ups and try and stay different from other people. It's also completely legit to have no issues, just whack job parents who think you have issues and throw you in here anyways etc etc.

2.5 things that are banned: murderers[human or animal], anything to do with sex, eating disorders, self injury, suicide, etc. If I allowed these things this roleplay would get way out of way much too quickly. If I think your character is pushing it, I reserve the right to make you change it. Sorry if you don't like it, I don't want to break the rules any more than you do. C:​

3.0 Stay Active. If you have real life issues, just keep me up to date and when you come back, please read any and all posts before posting in character. If for some reason you can't report your absence before hand, tell me asap what's going on BEFORE you post.

4.0 Respect your fellow RPers, it's just common sense. I don't want to see drama, take to VMs or PMs please.

5.0 Character control. Don't do it without permission. If you're gone for a long period of time, you need to give yourself over to someone to control you until you return. If you don't make this decision within say a week of disappearing on us, I'll pick someone to control your character until you show up again.

6.0 Character Interaction is an absolute must. I don't do this chapters nonsense. You will talk with eachother. You will like it. End of story.

7.0 Remember the rating. Yeah, we'll probably have some teenage stuff in here but it cannot go above PG-16 and yes, I or someone else in this roleplay will report you if you go too far and do not respond to a thwack with instructions to fix it. This is going to be a fun roleplay and I want it to stay that way. Remember people, there are actual children on this site [my little sister included] so I want to see nothing blechy. >:[ It's a big fat nono!

8.0 I'm going to cap this roleplay at 8 people but I won't close sign ups. :3

8.5 Just a note, I don't do reservations. First people to come with a COMPLETE ACCEPTED PROFILE win kthx.​

9.0 Remember to include everyone. I don't want to see a bunch of people coupling off or giant walls of text between two people. I've done it before, so I know it can happen on accident but when we make a mistake, we're to learn from it and not do it again, yuuuush? Yuuuuush.

10.0 This is just a pet peeve but unless your character is freaking asian, no asian names. >>; desudesudesu see? it's dead. You're out of pheonix downs. o3o

sign your soul away, don't forget to dot your i's - sign up

Name: First and Last, Middle if you wanna be spiffy. NO ASIAN NAMES UNLESS YOUR CHARRIE BE ASIAN
Age: 10-17
Gender: Male/Female

Appearance: 1 - 3 LONGER paragraphs.

Intro Post: This is your history, including why you're in the asylum, your personality and your rp sample all in one. It's your first "rp post" it explains how you got here, why you're here and why you want to escape. It should be long but I don't need a fanfiction chapter. This'll determine more than anything else if you get in and I'm a sucker for creativity. :3 No less than 2-3 longer paragraphs please. The intro post may seem a bit daunting but it's a good way to get the ball rolling with your character and I've found them to be much more fun and more well written than a separate history and personality and rp sample. :3 And it's shorter. Who doesn't like cutting corners now, mmmm? I know I do~

Anywho, have fun people and I hope you enjoy this roleplay if you chose to join. >/////<

 

[Klippy]

N A M E
Peter B o y d

A G E
42

G E N D E R
Male

A P P E A R A N C E // I N T R O
A subway train rumbled by the small apartment complex in the lower district of the city. In apartment number twelve, a body lay motionless on the small cot near the window. The pane rattled as the train rolled by, along with the small side table next to the bed. A glass of water swayed on the table and a small prescription bottle tipped over and rolled off onto the floor. The alarm shone bright against the dark apartment in bright red. It read 6:29, but the man would hit snooze soon as the alarm was seconds from beeping.

The apartment was small, dank and dreary. Dirty clothing littered the floor and a pair of work boots splattered in mud sat on the bathroom tile. The man had been chasing a vagrant the night before and hadn't seen a puddle in the darkness. Inside the bathroom was a small sink, a shower and a toilet tucked into the corner. The sink was rusted and a loose screw caused a constant flow of drips from the faucet. A toothbrush lay on the sink next to a nearly empty bottle of toothpaste. The toilet was stained and dirty with a roll of toilet paper sitting atop the porcelain throne.

It was a cramped apartment, but decently sized for a single man with no relationships. His mother was alive, but due to the mutual hate they shared for each other, contact was a commodity between the two. His father had passed away some twelve years previous and the man had never loved his father, nor did his father love him.

The alarm began to ring as the clock flipped to 6:30. The man slammed his hand onto the top of the clock and it quit ringing. The man sat up on his bed and rubbed his eyes. He was a middle-aged man of about forty, but the stress of work and life had placed considerable age on his face. His eyes had crow's feet and bags under them from his lack of sleep and he was misfortuned with a permanent five o'clock shadow. Small amounts of gray hair littered his black hair. Clicking on his light and looking at the mirror by his bed revealed dark brown eyes and a kind face plagued by stress. He sighed slowly and rubbed his hand across his stubble. Getting off the bed, he walked towards his small dresser where a pack of cigarettes and his lighter sat. Slipping a stick from the box, he picked up his lighter and lit it. He was an average man. Not muscular, but bulky. Broad shoulders gave him the look of a weight lifter, but he simply didn't have the lean body of one. He was average in height at about six feet tall. Currently wearing a wife beater and a pair of boxer shorts, he turned away from the dresser and headed back towards his bed.

Puffing deeply, he sat back on the cheap cot and grabbed the television remote. Flicking the television on, a report about heavy traffic on the freeway told him getting downtown would be a mess. He placed the cigarette down on the ash tray on top of the side table and aimed to reach for his pill bottle, but it was not where he had left it the night before. He felt around under the cot and found it. He was used to things winding up in other places by now. His apartment sat next to the train line and they passed by every ten minutes. He popped open the bottle and poured pills into his mouth. Tossing the bottle back onto the little table, he grabbed his glass of water and drank the pills down his throat. Another train passed by and the apartment shook once more. Setting his glass back down, he flopped backwards onto the bed to drift back to sleep. Tomorrow he would be back to work at the asylum, which meant the gray hair would spread a bit deeper on his head.

b e i n g an old f a r t approved by m i k a​