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 Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 6:04 pm
THE PERFECT WORLD
Once the war had ended, the perfect world had finaly been made. Many people were still recovering. Both ohisically and mentally. Many had lost someone close to them, some had lost more then that. Most of the people had lost houses due to bomings or raids from enemy troups. But this should all be in the past now. The ememy was defeatd, we were victorious, But nothing could bring back our loved ones. After a while we were finally able to make up for lost time. We started to rebuild the towns spirets. Rebuilding lost or destroyed houses, schools, churches and hospitals...The hospital.... where now everything must rest...
Soon after the first war ended a seconed one came. No one new of the reason some say it was revenge while others thought differnt things The hospitl was our only choice. We had to seak refuge. The hospital which was the size of a castl, and looked like one two was made of the strongest building matiral, enough to sustain a bombing. The hospital was also equipped with weapons. The hospitl was deep in the forest. The peacful forest we now call home. It's the only place where we are seen by few enemys. It's our perfect world. Our hospital was complete with the finest medical equpment, living quarters, cafiterias, working areas. We convenenty had a large portion of trained medical experts in our town. It was their chance to shine.
So this is what we call our perfect world.... Or so we can hope... hope, that's all we were running on. Is the hope opf getting out of here. Many of the people whoo are brought in to this hospital are either still recovering from injuries from the previous waar. People who are very sick, and people who were hurt badley now in the seconed war. We live in fear, love, or just in plain life. Will the war conquor us, or will fear get to us instedad?
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 6:09 pm
STORY
The story is...
You are living in a castle or which is the hospital. You are either a patient weho is sick or wounded from war or the recovering from the last war. So you're a soldier in that case. There are also the medical people (doctors, nurses) as well as the simple civilians. Most of the time the sick are told to stay in their bedrooms, even if it is a cold. They don't want to risk getting other people sick. But no one obeys this rule. Although some of the doctors try to inforce this rule and don't let their patients out of their room, and make sure of that by locking the doors. The patients room has the following: A couch, two chairs, a wheely table (For food ), A two way mirror. (You can see through but they can't see you) so you can gaze out into the "perfect" world. A hospital bed as well as hospital equipment, stereo, video and DVD player, a large bathroom with one large tub and sink. The room also contains closets and shelvng for clothes and what not. Vsisiting hours are from two in the afternoon til 8. Patients are askd to be in their bedrom by 10:30 if theyy are out for some reason and in bed by eleven. Docotors and nurses are asked to inforce this rule. Kids inder the age of 11 in the hospital are asked to be in bed by nine. . Normal quarters and suits are whatever the civilians want it to be. No one is aloud to leave the hospital grepounds because no one wants thm to get lost or scean. But there is a large garden with a pool flowers, waterfall and other peacful things. A barriar is around it. Nothing seems to get in, unless its through the hospital doors. Its surronded by anti bombing glass. Patients are aloud here if they are acompinied by a medical nurse or doctor and are up to it. Civilians can vist patients or doctors.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 6:16 pm
RULES
No cybering
Respect people of the thread
Don't God moad or powerplay
No killing other charachters
Keep cussing to a minimal
Send profiles to me with the title "perfect world 2" for patients "we are the dead 2" for the civilians
and "veggie tales 2" for doctors because I couldn't think of anything else. pLEASE INCLUDE THE TWOS!
I can add or change rules
Be litterate. And what I mean by this is try to have at least 10 sentences. (two paragraphs) and good sentences not "She went there" be more descriptive like "She went there to get a glass of water to quench her thirst" Not chat speak on this note. And spelling doesn't have to be perfect.
Try to pretty your posts. It looks cool just by adding a picture or other writing or mottos.
Please respect me
Don't post and then leave
Have fun and RP
Follow the profiles don't alter
Don't post if you have not been accepted
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 6:17 pm
PROFILESDOCTORS[b][size=18]My name is [/size][/b]
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 6:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 6:31 pm
ACCEPTED CHARACHTERS PATIENTSMy name is Mirialia MeiApperence My puppeteerMixy-Chan My IllnessMultiple injuries and pneumonia. The illness caused her to dehydrate fast and make her a bit weak needing a wheel chair to move around. The injuries that she has are large gases from slashes after being found out side the hospital from an enemy attack. She has a broken leg and her arm is in a sling. Her leg has a cast right now. My lifeMirialia hadn’t lived it perfect. She had lived almost a peasant life it seemed to her. Her parents and other family members were lost at war or to bombings. As she was trying to escape to the hospital, someone attacked her. This was at the time of the seconded war. She had multiple scars that are infected and she had sprenged her arm for reasons she is unaware of. But she has a broken leg from being pushed down in the wrong way so it broke her ankle. She was later found by her fellow comrades from the castle in the forest where she was taken in for treatment. She doesn’t know much more because she blacked out afterwards. Later she stopped eating and felt sick. She threw up multiple times and then was diagnosed with Pneumonia. She is hooked up to a IV to replace the liquids she can’t drink and fed antibiotics as well.MeMirialia is normally shy when you meet her. But once you get used to her she acts like a normal teen, when she’s not feeling sick that is. She doesn’t like to be teased. It makes her fell worthless. She also wants to fight but can’t in her current condition. Her leg though. The cast is able to come off soon. FamilyNoI loveFriends
Being around people
Chocolate
Her phone
Cally her cat
The garden when she is aloud.
I hateBullies
Rain
Thunder Storms (She is scared)
Enemies
Bombings
Milk
Her allergies
I haveA black cat named CallyAge 16OtherWhen she had came there she had noticed someone playing the violin. She heard the person was sick. She made close friends with her and the person taught her how to play. Later the person died ad in her will left her violin to Mirialia._____________________________________________________ My name is Derecha Reeves Appearance  My puppeteer serenewolf1 My Illness Severe amnesia, multiple burns across the left side of her face, and a disease festering in her eyes, all resulting from an explosion near her head. She wears a salved cloth wound around her eyes and, though she has no problems moving otherwise, is confined to her room to prevent her uveitis, the inflammation in her eyes, from spreading to other patients. She’s nearly blind thanks to the disease. My life (She doesn’t remember.)
Her home-town was under an air-raid when she lost her memory. The civilians were supposed to be in their shelters, specially made for these moments in the war, and the soldiers who weren’t flying airplanes were told to stay out of the open as well. but Derecha was still outside when the first bomb hit near her. The blast knocked her head back against a steel pole, hard, and the heat seared the left side of her face. The eye infection didn’t set in until a few days later, when a friend of hers found her and took her to the hospital. It was first detected when a nurse noticed her eye whites were blood-shot and her cornea seemed to have developed a yellowish color to it. They tried to suppress the disease but it was too late and they could only slow down the eventual effect; blindness. Me She used to be like any other girl her age; carefree, cheerful, making the most out of life and taking it all for granted. But after becoming a soldier and seeing first-hand the results of constant fighting and blood-shed, Derecha started turning into a more stoic and stubborn type of person. Now, she’s more bitter and spiteful than anything after learning that she’d lost her memory and would go permanently blind. She lashes out at anyone who tries to talk to her, earning her a not-so-good reputation and isolating her even more than her disease already was. Constantly being alone had begun eating at her a long time ago, but she keeps on forcing herself to believe that she doesn’t need another person to survive. Family None and even if there were, she wouldn’t recognize them anymore. I love - Nighttime
- Storms
- Music
- Licorice
- Singing I hate - Sunlight
- Laughter
- Crowds
- Bombs
- Rubbing alcohol (she hates the smell of it) I have No pets Age 17 Other Though she’d never admit it, she likes children and their voices.___________________________________________________ My name is Blissany "Blaze" Faye Wulf Apperence  My puppeter Kagome5435 My Illness She has severe trama to the head, causeing her to see things that are not there, acting aggressing or being violent, and thoughts of suicide. Or in other words, Schizophrenia. And very rarely faints with out warning. The doctors usually have to keep a close eye on her because she almost jumped out of a window following a small boy that was just in her head. My life Blaze doesn't remember much about her past besides her name and age and when she watched her house be blown to chuncks with her family inside. But she doesn't remember anything before or after that. When her house was blown up a piece of wall hit her in the head and she woke up in the hospital. Me Blaze is a pretty shy girl when you first met her but when she warms up to you she can be very funny and spontanuous. She loved doing weird things like dancing durring a thunderstorm or sitting on tall objects.
Family None I love Fire, animals, the colour red, swimming, star gazing, and thunderstorms. I hate Being "sick", meat eaters, nosey people, whiney people, creepy old men, and having no family. I have An Akita named Kyuubi. Age 16 Other She is a vegitarian and hates when people offer her meat or abuse animals. DOCTORS/NURSESCIVILIANS My name is Please call me Jax. Apperence  My puppeter Yo-It--=Shad=- Your Job Cooking is what I do around here. My life Even before the war, life was a balled up peice of aluminum foil. Rough, crunchy, smooth, sharp, shiny, and bad to chew. Jax lived in a house with a younger sister, Emily, a father whose work was his life, a mother whose true colors only were shown when the night arrived and the bottle half empty.
There was once another sister. One born before Emily. But she died at the hands of her mother with a kitchen knife and her burial was the garbage bin. Jax witnessed the entire crime and kept his thoughts to himself. But those thoughts would always reappear. Could I have saved her? Blood. What would she have looked like grown up? A hand. Would she be beautiful? Mother washes herself with the sink and continues making dinner in silence. We ate a beef stew. I threw up that night.
He learned to play the cello from a neighbor of his. It was a joy and a chance to disappear into the hours of music. Recieving a second-hand instrument was in his mind equivilent to eleven New Years, the Easter Bunny leaving him alone, and Santa dying like his legends. Happiness was all he could describe his feelings. However, ten days later, the first war began. Taking the lives of his sister, mother, father, teacher, and many more. He was either lucky or unlucky to be playing together with a stranger in the park with his cello. When news reached that his neighborhood was destroyed, he packed up his cello and followed the stranger who then became his only remaining friend. The stranger was a Jack of all trades and taught Jax many things. Only when they arrived at the hospital did they seperate. Jax decided to stay at the hospital. While the stranger continued on his way towards an unknown goal. When they asked for his name, he abadoned his old name and used the name of the stranger, Jax. Me Usually a calm and biddable person. He will not argue and will not lead. Believing himself to be a follower, he makes no attempt to take control of anyone. He wishes to be useful but is wary of those who would and could take advantage of him. Family No one. I love Sweets, sour things, playing his cello, his cello, music, orange roses, and being helpful. I hate Talking of the past, beef stews, cats, and mistakes that can not be undone. I have No pets. Age 17 Other He often visits patients even with knowing that he could be spreading diseases. Also his job is to give out the food he cooks to the patients, so what the heck, let's spread some bad germs and viruses.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 6:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 6:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 6:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 6:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 6:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 7:09 am
I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul.
I'd turn it back, it's my fault.
Your destiny is forlorn,
have to live till it's undone.
I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul.
I'd turn it back and then at last I'll be on my way.
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I've been dreaming for so long,
to find a meaning to understand.
The secret of life,
why am I here to try again?
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X{Derecha}X
For once, she was being allowed outside of the hospital to sit in the orchard a while. Of course, there was a nurse standing nearby, watching to make sure nothing happened.Or more specifically, making sure none of the other patients wandered too close. She scowled at the empty air in front of her; it wasn't like they didn't have infectious diseases as well. Then again, they probably didn't have a nasty attitude paired with their sickness either...
It was still pretty early in the day so the sun wasn't all the way up yet, thankfully. She really couldn't stand how bright it got when the weather was clear. Derecha shifted off the wheelchair they'd insisted on her using, to sit on the damp grass. Without even looking, not that she could see anyway with the dratted bandage in the way, she knew this action had earned her disapproving frown from her 'chaperon'. Well, to put it frankly, she didn't give a damn. She was going blind, had no idea what her past was, and was scarred permanently by the burns on her face so screw teh rest of the world; she was gonna do what she wanted for the remainder of her stay in this place. Then....then what? She'd never really figured that out.
'Oh well, wherever it is I'm going, it can't be any worse than here.' she thought to herself.
She wouldn't be going back to the army that was for sure. They wouldn't want a blind person in their ranks and besides, she'd grown tired of her front row seat on the battle fields. At this moment, something solid landed on her shoulder, disrupting her morbid musings. A bird, judging by the weight and sounds. For a moment, a small smile stretched across Derecha's normally sullen face as she whistled back to the fowl perched by her ear. It wasn't quite singing or even music, but it was pleasant all the same and took her mind off the current happenings around her.
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I've seen the horror, I've seen the wonders
happening just in front of my eyes.
Will I ever, will I never free myself by making it right?
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I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul.
I'd turn it back, it's my fault.
Your destiny is forlorn,
have to live till it's undone.
I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul.
I'd turn it back and then at last I'll be on my way.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 11:15 am
 ”Can I please leave my room,” she young teen complained. Yet again Mirialia had been confined to her room once again. She had been taken off the IVs for the time being and was taking medicine by pills, but they still wouldn’t let her leave her room. Mirialia was arguing with the nurse once more for that morning. ”It’s much to cold out, you’ll get sicker,” The nurse proclaimed. Mirialia growled lowly. ”I’ll wear a coat,” Mirialia persuaded, trying to think of things that the nurse would let her out. Mirialia was becoming inpatient. ”I can’t stay in here much longer. You people have locked me in this room for four weeks now, and frankly, it’s become quite boring. I can’t keep looking out a window for the rest of my life,” Mirialia said. The nurse scowled, as Mirialia continued to complain. ”I can’t run away, obviously,”Mirialia stated. ”So I’m not going anywhere,” she added.
The nurse gave in after awhile, mostly because she was getting tired of all the complaining. ”Fine,” the nurse said bitterly. ”You can go outside.” The nurse sighed as she had lost the battle. The nurse had left to get Mirialia a wheel chair, because she obviously couldn’t walk. Crutches weren’t an option because of her arm in a sling. But she didn’t mind, she was going outside! Mirialia struggled to get dressed into some clothes, but managed to finish before the nurse came back with the wheel chair. Although she couldn’t wear her normal skirt or shorts, she wore jeans instead. The nurse would have a fit if she was wearing something that would make Mirialia cold. Mirialia had managed to pull on a jacket, doing up the zipper with some difficulty, but was able to do it anyways.
The nurse came back with the wheel chair. She helped Mirialia get into the wheel chair and wheeled her outside. The nurse took Mirialia over near the waterfall. It was soothing out, and Mirialia didn’t want to be anywhere else. The sun above shined against her face. The nurse had left to sit at a near by bench making sure she had full eye contact with Mirialia. Even though Mirialia had to stay in the wheel chair, she didn’t mind, she was in the open for once. Instead of the room she had been in for four weeks straight. She breathed in the fresh air of freedom. Soon she wouldn’t have that cast on her leg. She new she would have to go through some therapy but she could live with that. Mirialia looked around her, noticing someone sitting on the grass with a bird on her shoulder, and a bandage. ”I wonder who she is,” Mirialia said quietly.
Mirialia heard a soft meow below her. Her black cat, Cally was rubbing against her leg, or the one she could feel that is. Mirialia smiled as Cally jumped up onto her lap. The cat was mainly black but it had an upside down crescent moon that masked her eyes, like a raccoon almost. Mirialia happily petted the cat with her good arm, comforted by the soft purring sounds. If Cally hadn’t been with her all this time she probably wouldn’t have lived for so long. The doctors and nurses disagreed with Mirialia and Cally, but they agreed to let her have Cally because she was usually alone. Although, Mirialia wished there was someone to talk to, the nurses and doctors were becoming boring. _____________________________________________________________
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 7:33 am
I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul.
I'd turn it back, it's my fault.
Your destiny is forlorn,
have to live till it's undone.
I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul.
I'd turn it back and then at last I'll be on my way.
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I've been dreaming for so long,
to find a meaning to understand.
The secret of life,
why am I here to try again?
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X{Derecha}X
The tune died on her lips when she heard the faint sounds of a cat. Derecha frowned and turned her head towards the general direction in which she'd heard the animal's cry. The bird, startled by the sudden twist around, trilled in surprise and flew away. The girl didn't appear to notice. Along with the meow,she thought there was a human voice as well. She may be blind, but she was far from going deaf and right now, her ears were telling her there was another person in the orchard other than her and her nurse.
"Well well, looks like Mirialia's managed to worm her way outside again," the latter confirmed for her. "Hello Mirialia! Now there's a girl you could learn a thing or two about in the personality category Derecha."
If she could have, she would have rolled her eyes. But as it was, Derecha settled for scowling at her nurse, as she did most of the time anyway. They were always arguing about this topic. Others kept saying she needed to be more friendly to people or she'd stay alone for the rest of her life, and she kept on retaliating that she WANTED to be alone. Besides, she never asked anyone to try to talk to and befriend her, that was their own mistake to make.
She'd been too busy, wrapped up in her own little world, to notice that her damnable nurse had picked her up like she weighed nothing at all and set her back in the wheelchair. Derecha started when she felt the thing being pushed forward, only then realizing what the other woman had in mind. She sighed and resigned, knowing it wasn't any good protesting. Sure enough, they stopped a while later and she could hear her overseer talking to the other nurse. Derecha simply sat there, chin on hand, gazing at nothing. If they expected her to talk to this patient, they had another think coming on.
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I've seen the horror, I've seen the wonders
happening just in front of my eyes.
Will I ever, will I never free myself by making it right?
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I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul.
I'd turn it back, it's my fault.
Your destiny is forlorn,
have to live till it's undone.
I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul.
I'd turn it back and then at last I'll be on my way.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 11:29 pm
________________________________________________________ Mirialia was petting her cat; she could hear someone being forced near her. Jeez,” she thought. ”The nurses these days,” She smiled softly to her self. ”The nurses these days, they don’t know what there doing these days. Expecting will do what they want, just by putting someone near us, eh?” she spoke with a English accent. From what she had heard around from the other nurses, this girl didn’t like to talk much. Neither did Mirialia but it would have seemed like she had just blurted it out with no will. Cally moved from Mirialia to the teen near her, the blind ten. Mirialia didn’t think anything of it. She was bound to loose her sight, hearing, or something else in the future anyways. The cat Cally was purring softly. She had jumped up onto the blinds teens lap. Cally looked up with her two colored eyes. One blue, while the other one was a light blue but it looked like it was white. The cat rubbed against the girls arm and then was starting to lie down. Cally strive attention. She meowed. ”She wants attention by the way,” she could feel a pain rise through her leg but didn’t think anything of it. Se tried flexing her arm a bit, or more her hand. The fingers didn’t move a lot. She sighed. ”At this rate they’ll never let me go,” she said more to her self. Cally meowed again wanting to be petted. Her voice seemed calm and pleasant. But even so bitterness, sadness, and shyness seemed to be heard as well. ”I want to fight,” she said under her breath trying to push her self to move her hand. __________________________________________________________
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