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PostSubject: Old Posts    Sun Aug 21, 2011 3:08 pm

Reuben, Katherine replied on Sunday, March 27, 2011 at 5:01 PM:
Day 1
8:02 AM
::enter from dining hall::

Tom walks over to the table stationed just outside the school area.

"Elaine Smith," he said quietly, showing the identification bracelet on his wrist.

"Room Inspection with Jenna Jones and Judith Lydell. Go wait in the entrance to the girl's dorms for further instruction," the women says, not looking up from her paper work. Tom nods and walks quickly away, head bowed.

<Day 1
8:05 AM
Exit to Girl's Dorm's>


Reuben, Katherine replied on Sunday, March 27, 2011 at 5:14 PM:
Day 1
8:01 AM
Enter From Dining Hall

Richard waited impatiently for Tom to get his assigment before walking stiffly to the oak desk.

"Richard Dorson," he proclaimed, refusing to uncross his arms. He had been here for over a year. The nurse's should all know him by now. If not, that was their fault. As predicted, the woman stared at him wearily, but did nothing. So he had been recognized. Richard smiled slightly, amused. How daft the people were here. How boring, how static. They must be relieved he was here. At least he was interesting, three-dimensional, real.

"You have to organize files at the front desk," the old woman said dryly, smirking slightly. Richard frowned. The woman was quite ugly. Over weight, wearing garish purple lipstick and bright pink glasses with beaded chains. Her clothes were old fashioned and rumpled. She was a horrible mess. No doubt, she envied his cool composure. That was why he had been assigned a task even below hers. She needed to feel superior. Well, most people did. Richard was not surprised there, so he smiled at her, thanked her for informing him, and went to the Front Desk to wait.



<Day 1
8:07 AM
Exit to Front Desk>


Reuben, Katherine replied on Sunday, March 27, 2011 at 5:55 PM:
Day 1
8: 00 AM
Enter from Dining Hall

Jennie shyly walks up to the lady working the chores. She has been waiting in line patiently for ten minutes, trying not to bite her nails. She is overly nervous, though this is a weekly thing, no big deal. No big deal. What's the worst that can happen?
You're gonna be kicked out, left on the streets, sent back home, back home, homewith him, you're gonna besentback to live withhim, HIM, whydidyoueverthinkyoucouldexcape, youstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupid...

"Jennie, right?" the woman working the desk asks her, smiling sympathetically. Jennie smiles back nervously. This woman is new, she can see. Some of the new people come to the asylum still caring, still believing, actually wanting to help. Good will was usually destroyed pretty quickly. Nothing good can live here, apparently. That's why Jennie is here.

"Alright," the woman smiles, "you can go back to the cafeteria now for cleanup, alright? Do you know what to do?" Jennie nods silently, smiles nervously again and quickly walks back to the dining hall, trying not to touch anyone.

"Sorry," she mutters, "so sorry." She all but runs away from the forming line.

<Day 1
8:11 AM
Exit to Dining Hall>


Cheung, Martin replied on Sunday, March 27, 2011 at 6:42 PM:
[Enter from Dining Hall]
Day 1 - 8:12

Elektra stood in front of woman behind the desk, waiting sourly as the lady sorted through her paperwork, searching for Elektra's chores assignment. The woman had done this for a whole week, making Elektra stand for what seemed like eternity before she finally pinpointed her name on the roster. Most likely the woman didn't like her and wanted to make her suffer as those in line behind her jostled and murmured annoyedly, as they themselves waited to be assigned to a chore. "Elektra? It's not a common name, can't you find it?" she said irritably, leaning over the desk slightly to get a better view of what the woman was doing. The lady glared up at her, through her neon glasses. "Please stay in front of the desk, dear," she simpered. "Ah, here you are. You have ... courtyard cleanup. Next!" Courtyard wasn't too bad, so Elektra's annoyance was slightly tempered by relief that she would be outside.

Day 1 - 8:15
[Exit to Courtyard]


Cheung, Martin replied on Sunday, March 27, 2011 at 7:58 PM:
[Enter from Dining Hall]
Day 1 - 8:16

The line was especially long today, and Dennis began zoning out, until he realized that the line had shrunk in the meantime. He was now standing in front of the woman in charge of assigning chores. "You! Hey! What's your name?" "Dennis Thompson," he answered. "Answer more quickly next time, we're behind schedule," the woman told him severely, as she searched for his name on the roster. "You're organizing files at the front desk this week, okay?" "Yeah," Dennis said. As he left, he spotted a black ballpoint pen on the side of her desk. "Nice pen," he thought, and reflexively pocketed it with a quick movement of his hand. Dennis walked off, feeling the pen dig into his side, and experience and sense of elation. The old incompetent woman hadn't even noticed. He felt no guilt. The asylum had taken all his possessions away from him, besides his clothes, on his arrival. They told him that writing utensils could be used to injure himself, which was ridiculous. The boxed set of pens he had brought with him were gifts from his father before he had passed away. They had no right to take them.

Day 1 - 8:17
[Exit to Front Desk]

--

[Enter from Dining Hall]
Day 1 - 8:15

"Ethan Turner." The lady seated in the desk quickly found his name on the list. "You've been assigned to organizing files in the nurse's office this week." Ethan nodded neutrally, and headed off towards the nurse's office, where he would perform his chores.

Day 1 - 8:15
[Exit to Nurse's Office]



Johnston, Stephen replied on Sunday, March 27, 2011 at 8:35 PM:
[Enter from Dining Hall]
Drake was the last in line. He had to wait for so long......, when he finally came up he said, "Drake." The lady behind the desk, being rather sympathetic, asked, "last name?" He replied, "Pastel." "Oh, you have coutyard cleanup duty this week; it's a rather easy chore actually." The lady winked at Drake; it was kinda creepy.


Zhu, Chichi replied on Tuesday, March 29, 2011 at 12:44 AM:
[Both enter from dining hall]
--
"Heath." The boy spoke plainly and quickly.
"Cafeteria duty."
"Thanks."

[EXIT TO DINING HALL]
--
Aramatha sauntered into the hall, following closely behind a dark-haired, jauntily bouncing boy. The woman asked for her name, or so she thought. However, Aramatha didn't open her mouth. She tried to speak, but her lips locked together. she tried to scream, but her throat constricted. She's suffocating, suffocating, suffocating. Her eyes bugged out, which just sharpened the woman's image. The strange woman... finally, Aramatha managed to pull the a chain-less dog tag out of her picket.

NAME: ARAMATHA GIANNIS
DOB: 3/26/1996
DETAILS: SOCIAL PHOBIA. DOESN'T SPEAK

The orphanage gave it to her as a birthday present when she turned seven. It was a deep purple color, surrounded in light purples flowers, a beautiful design all in all. And then, Aramatha was more thankful for it the cool metal than ever before.

"Nurse's station to organizing papers, Aramatha." The lady smiled, and Aramatha once again cowered, rushing off to the nurse's office.

[EXIT TO NURSE'S STATION]



Cheung, Martin replied on Tuesday, March 29, 2011 at 12:56 AM:
(( chichi, aramatha has filing at the front office for the first week ))
Delete...
Zhu, Chichi replied on Thursday, March 31, 2011 at 9:35 PM:
((DARN IT. It was Eliza... who I haven't entered yet, by the way. I will soon. But not yet.))

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