Post by SAGE KEELY HUNTER on Jan 9, 2010 10:51:07 GMT -5
SAGE KEELY HUNTER
[/font]" CAUSE YOU CAN SHAKE IT, SHAKE IT, SHAKE IT, YEAH YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO "[/font]
[/center]FULL NAME: sage keely hunter[/blockquote]
AGE:eighteen
MEMBER GROUP: crack heads
GRADE: senior
BIRTH PLACE: staten island, new york
RELIGION: lutheran
SEXUALITY: whatever
PLAYBY: vicky t
AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT
[/font]" THERE'S NO TRUTH AND WHO CARES, WHY DO YOU SAY IT LIKE YOU'RE RIGHT? "[/font][/center]
Hi, so I’m Sage. My personality makes me a very dysfunctional human being. Notice my like for big words? Yeah; big words are kind of my thing at the moment. I’m dysfunctional because I come off as a bland person unless I have the help of alcohol and/or drugs. Most of the time I just steal my brothers happy pills (he suffers from depression), but when his pills are out of reach, I usually just turn to a bottle of good ol’ vodka. I don’t get drunk. In fact, it takes a bit for me to get drunk; But somehow just a shot of Vodka lights up my personality like Christmas lights. It doesn’t take much for me to get pissed off, though. I guess my being dysfunctional also makes me a bit on the paranoia side. Considering I always seem to snap at people at random times, thinking that they’re going to start a fight with me. Maybe the pills cause that? Who knows. All I know is I can’t hold a sustainable relationship if my life – or theirs, depended on it.
Enough about dysfunctional Sage. I moved from Staten Island when I was fourteen. When I came to Portland, I made a few friends, met a few bad people, did a few bad things; and my life has been on a downward spiral since then. A few of the friends I made were awesome – nice and supportive; but the ‘bad people’ are the people I hang out with now. People whose lives rotate around drugs, sex and booze. Mine, up until I moved to Portland, consisted of looking after my brother *when I was old enough to look after myself which was when I was 9, he was seven*, while my Mom tried to work 2 jobs, pay the bills and keep a roof over our heads. My Mom is a single parent – aside from her occasional boyfriend here and there. My Dad died in a car accident when I was still in my Mom’s belly. And my ‘baby brother’, is through surrogacy. Mom wanted another baby but was unable to have one. So my Aunt offered, and boom – out came Zachary. I told you how he has depression, right? Well he got that when he was twelve – purely from bullying. I was fourteen at the time – so this was around when we moved to Portland. Now he’s sixteen, and still battling it out like a soldier.
My likes and dis-likes are really simple to be honest. I like sports *well, I did. Now sports isn’t really involved in my life*, art, drawing, music, composing, playing video games, going out to parties, meeting new people *When I’m in the consumption of vodka, of course*, hanging out with friends, talking to my brother, eating ice cream *any flavor* and playing scene it games. Dis-likes? Probably you.
WHY ARE YOU SCARED TO
[/font]" DREAM OF GOD WHEN IT'S SALVATION THAT YOU WANT? "[/font][/center]
NAME: hanna
AGE: fourteen
EXPERIENCE: four years? idek.
TIME ZONE: gmt+10
OTHER CHARACTERS: none, baby.
If people were to look into Ruby Hunter’s past, they’d be surprised about how she ended up in St. Iris’s. It was practically a crazy’s home. Ruby liked to call it a nursing home for mentally disturbed people. Even though it wasn’t a nice thing to say considering she herself were in the hell hole, she still continued to treat it as if she didn’t belong. Which, truly, she didn’t. The only reason she was put her was because of her really bad temper issues. But Ruby didn’t see how that was a problem. Okay, sure she’d hurt a few people… but nothing too serious. She’d given one girl a black eye for continuously calling her crazy. Which people that’d went to school with Ruby would know that wasn’t such a good idea. Many people had learnt, i.e Delilah Brown, that calling Ruby crazy didn’t end well. But that Delilah chick had a pretty tough shell herself, so usually Ruby’s insults to her did very little harm. However, insults were not used in that situation. There was more… physical violence more than ever. Ruby really could only blame her actions for the reason of her being in this… dump; but over the months, weeks and days, it just seemed to get worse and worse.
Jack, Ruby’s now ex boyfriend and ex best friend, was sent to Iris’s, too. His reason for being here? Multiple personalities or something along the lines of that. Usually Ruby hated thinking that Jack was in the same place as her. Mainly because she knew that neither of them belonged here. And they didn’t belong apart either. But fate had just drawn out that card, which had for no apparent reason, decided to be a bitch and tear them apart, but place them in the same location. Some would say ‘that’s fate that you’re near each other’, but they obviously didn’t know how excruciating it was to see and hear about your old friend… old boyfriend, whom you never spoke to, day in and day out. They obviously didn’t know… they didn’t know a lot. No one knew. Not even Ruby. She didn’t know why she was in this situation. She didn’t know why life had to be this way. She didn’t know why Jack wasn’t still with her… why they weren’t married, or just… friends. She wouldn’t mind just friends. Ruby could feel her heart beating faster, and the beads of sweat building up on her forehead. She sat up quickly, realizing she’d been dreaming… fantasizing, and that her fears had just been a part of her dream, like they always did. Lately that’d been happening a lot. And the shrink she saw once a month had been continuously asking if Ruby was having some kind of psychological dilemma, but she just bottled it up, and lied. Like usual. Her head was slightly spinning, and sub consciously she trailed off towards the TV room, were she basically lived most of the time.
Ruby had seen jack walk down the halls, past rooms she cowered in… she’d heard his voice, too. And on occasion, she’d hear his laugh. She missed that laugh. She missed everything about him. Ruby tried not to think about those specific things, mainly his voice though. Déjà vu, Stephanie Meyer? It’s like New Moon. Ruby was Bella, Jack was Edward… all she needed was a Jacob. Someone to take her mind off of it all. Twilight puns again? Ruby laughed silently to herself as she neared the TV room. She liked to walk silently down the halls. To hear the footsteps of others. It was safer that way really. You never knew who was walking behind you. And some people here were dangerous. But all Ruby would hear were the slight moans from peoples rooms (obviously the ones who got the whole tranquilizer thing), the nurses shoes, speeding to the other rooms and the shrinks, discussing things with their specified appointments. Her thoughts drifted back to Jack. They’d had some great times before all this mess happened. The one thing that really stood out the most though was their first date. It was awkward for her on that day, but it was a good awkward, which was what Ruby loved about it. She enjoyed looking back on the good memories, but whenever she thought about Jack in general, the one bad memory, when he broke up with her, always seemed to dwell on Ruby’s mind for quite a while.
Ruby pushed those thoughts of Jack away quickly before entering the TV room. She didn’t want her mind to focus on that subject until she was alone. However, the TV room was usually always empty, so it wouldn’t matter. But to Ruby’s surprise, the TV was on, and someone was sitting on the couch. All alone. She felt sorry for that person, because they seemed to be just staring blankly ahead, obviously without acknowledging that they were watching the news… which was always boring. She sighed in content, and walked over towards the couch. Ruby was prepared to sit down and say hi to the mysterious stranger, but instead, she found herself staring at the boys face. Which, wasn’t a stranger. The stranger, was the person who she’d been thinking about beforehand. Jack. Everything just came rushing back into her head. The sound of his voice… his laugh… the way he held her hand, their memories as little high schoolers, being the lamest people on earth known to mankind, just everything… rushing back as one, solid memory. She blinked, and cleared her throat awkwardly. Ruby really didn’t know what to say. A part of her wanted to just run away and lock herself in her room to hyperventilate in privacy. But the other just wanted to attack him, in a friendly way though. Instead she walked over to the nearby trashcan and threw up. Yes, threw up. Very classy, but that’s all she could manage. She’d never been that close to him before (well, in Iris’s). And it just all came to fast, it was to real for her bottled up self to handle. She stayed near the trash can for a while, in the hopes of racking up some escape idea in her head, but she was just coming up blank. Sub consciously, she walked back over to the couch, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and sat far away from Jack. But far away for that couch meant practically only a centimeter apart.
Ruby could feel more beads of sweat building up on her forehead, so to distract herself she stared blankly at the TV, trying to pretend Jack wasn’t there. She started to murmur ‘He’s not there’ under her breath, kind of like a chant, but then it faded as a few minutes past. Ruby wanted to say something. She wanted to say a lot, but whenever she went to open her mouth, it just automatically closed. It closed with fear. How could this moment get any worse?
Jack, Ruby’s now ex boyfriend and ex best friend, was sent to Iris’s, too. His reason for being here? Multiple personalities or something along the lines of that. Usually Ruby hated thinking that Jack was in the same place as her. Mainly because she knew that neither of them belonged here. And they didn’t belong apart either. But fate had just drawn out that card, which had for no apparent reason, decided to be a bitch and tear them apart, but place them in the same location. Some would say ‘that’s fate that you’re near each other’, but they obviously didn’t know how excruciating it was to see and hear about your old friend… old boyfriend, whom you never spoke to, day in and day out. They obviously didn’t know… they didn’t know a lot. No one knew. Not even Ruby. She didn’t know why she was in this situation. She didn’t know why life had to be this way. She didn’t know why Jack wasn’t still with her… why they weren’t married, or just… friends. She wouldn’t mind just friends. Ruby could feel her heart beating faster, and the beads of sweat building up on her forehead. She sat up quickly, realizing she’d been dreaming… fantasizing, and that her fears had just been a part of her dream, like they always did. Lately that’d been happening a lot. And the shrink she saw once a month had been continuously asking if Ruby was having some kind of psychological dilemma, but she just bottled it up, and lied. Like usual. Her head was slightly spinning, and sub consciously she trailed off towards the TV room, were she basically lived most of the time.
Ruby had seen jack walk down the halls, past rooms she cowered in… she’d heard his voice, too. And on occasion, she’d hear his laugh. She missed that laugh. She missed everything about him. Ruby tried not to think about those specific things, mainly his voice though. Déjà vu, Stephanie Meyer? It’s like New Moon. Ruby was Bella, Jack was Edward… all she needed was a Jacob. Someone to take her mind off of it all. Twilight puns again? Ruby laughed silently to herself as she neared the TV room. She liked to walk silently down the halls. To hear the footsteps of others. It was safer that way really. You never knew who was walking behind you. And some people here were dangerous. But all Ruby would hear were the slight moans from peoples rooms (obviously the ones who got the whole tranquilizer thing), the nurses shoes, speeding to the other rooms and the shrinks, discussing things with their specified appointments. Her thoughts drifted back to Jack. They’d had some great times before all this mess happened. The one thing that really stood out the most though was their first date. It was awkward for her on that day, but it was a good awkward, which was what Ruby loved about it. She enjoyed looking back on the good memories, but whenever she thought about Jack in general, the one bad memory, when he broke up with her, always seemed to dwell on Ruby’s mind for quite a while.
Ruby pushed those thoughts of Jack away quickly before entering the TV room. She didn’t want her mind to focus on that subject until she was alone. However, the TV room was usually always empty, so it wouldn’t matter. But to Ruby’s surprise, the TV was on, and someone was sitting on the couch. All alone. She felt sorry for that person, because they seemed to be just staring blankly ahead, obviously without acknowledging that they were watching the news… which was always boring. She sighed in content, and walked over towards the couch. Ruby was prepared to sit down and say hi to the mysterious stranger, but instead, she found herself staring at the boys face. Which, wasn’t a stranger. The stranger, was the person who she’d been thinking about beforehand. Jack. Everything just came rushing back into her head. The sound of his voice… his laugh… the way he held her hand, their memories as little high schoolers, being the lamest people on earth known to mankind, just everything… rushing back as one, solid memory. She blinked, and cleared her throat awkwardly. Ruby really didn’t know what to say. A part of her wanted to just run away and lock herself in her room to hyperventilate in privacy. But the other just wanted to attack him, in a friendly way though. Instead she walked over to the nearby trashcan and threw up. Yes, threw up. Very classy, but that’s all she could manage. She’d never been that close to him before (well, in Iris’s). And it just all came to fast, it was to real for her bottled up self to handle. She stayed near the trash can for a while, in the hopes of racking up some escape idea in her head, but she was just coming up blank. Sub consciously, she walked back over to the couch, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and sat far away from Jack. But far away for that couch meant practically only a centimeter apart.
Ruby could feel more beads of sweat building up on her forehead, so to distract herself she stared blankly at the TV, trying to pretend Jack wasn’t there. She started to murmur ‘He’s not there’ under her breath, kind of like a chant, but then it faded as a few minutes past. Ruby wanted to say something. She wanted to say a lot, but whenever she went to open her mouth, it just automatically closed. It closed with fear. How could this moment get any worse?
