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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 1:22 am
OBDD (Out of Body Dis-associative Disorder) - is a rare mental disorder where people of different nature and personalities 'share' a person's body. Through study of known cases, the host or main personality/person under deep stress or pressure will swap into one of the other personalities/persons. A person suffering from OBDD can have one to as many as four people who they swap with as far as we know, but in most cases there is only one alternate. People suffering from this disease will have no memory of anything their other people do when they are in control, but from accounts from OBDD patients it is said that when they are not in body, they go to a series or rooms. These white rooms are attached through unknown links to other OBDD patients. All personalities that share bodies will go into these so called holding room until being called out but a random shuffle force when the main goes out. Why or how this all happens is still unknown and many people do not believe OBDD is, in fact, even a real disorder, but to the people suffering from it. It is very real and extremely difficult to live with.
Known OBDD Patients
♦ Delaire Beauregard
xx- Goes by Del
xx- Has three distinct other persons.
xx- Was born in England, but moved to the States
xx- Is seeing help for his disorder although his parents do not believe he actually has it.
[Del] [Drake] [Dove/ Jane Doe] [Dai]
♦Lyle Garrison
xx-Business Man
xx-Lives with Ivan
xx-Actually enjoys his disorder
[Lyle] [Javaris] [Father] [Kyle]
♦Eric Guy
xx-Gay
xx-Nice Shy Guy
[Eric] [Bo] [Scorp] [Lilly] [Greg]
OBDD Help/Supporters Cason Hendricks ♥ Goes by Cassie - xxIs a young psychiatrist completely fascinated by OBDD - xxStudies OBDD patients a group session in Chicago - xx[Cassie]
Ivan Conway ♥ Goes by Ivy - xxA friend of Lyle's and believes in his disorder - xxGoes to the meetings to know if a way to deal with living with someone who has it exists. - xx[Ivan]
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 2:19 am
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ Ðeℓaire ßeaureɠard ( ❤ ) { σ η ɛ σ ƒ ɱ ɑ η γ ƒ ɑ c ɛ ƨ} Order is never observed;______________________________________ It is disorder that attracts attention because it is a.w.k.w.a.r.d. && I N T R U S I V E╔══════════════╗ 「Delaire firmly planted his feet on the ground now getting off the plane. He had the strong urge to get down on the ground and kiss it. Planes were never his strong suit, he was blessed that he only slipped out of his mind half the time when he went on planes. This was one of those fortunate times that he stayed together through the entire flight. Sadly a few years ago, he was not as favorable. Drake came out during some slight turbulence and decided to join the mile high club with the pilot and one of the stewardess. He had to call his mother in a complete panic the next day because not only did Drake do that, he got roaring drunk and ended up in jail. Of course, his mother didn't believe him when he said it was Drake, so he got in trouble with her as well. If he wasn't so scared of being lost to an alternate again, he would have just gone back home.
His reddish hazel eyes looked across the airport. There he was, Chicago, the windy city. He had originally moved to New York for treatment, but all the leading doctors in the field he needed were Chicago. Del had luckily got in contact with a support group for OBDD patients here before leaving New York, so he at least had someone to watch over him. That was always Delaire's biggest fear about his alters. He had no idea what they did before he came back to. If they really wanted to they could perform grand larceny and hop a plane to France, Del would be lost and confused as to everything that happened. The group he contacted was actually meeting today, but he wanted to go at least drop by his new apartment first. He gave them his address and cell phone, so they could make sure he got to town alright as well as keep a watch over him for the rest of his stay. He had to give them his name and the names of his alters too, so if any reports came up about them, the doctors that run the group could alert the authorities of the disorder. It was a nice feeling knowing that he couldn't go completely off the deep end.
This wasn't his first trip on the roller coaster. Of course, Del often got stressed when a major change happened in his life, so it was only a matter time before Drake, Dove, or Dai showed up now that he just moved to a new city. If Del had to pick one, it would probably be Dove although she went around calling herself Jane Doe and played on the street for change. She, at least, didn't commit crimes. Drake had a problem with getting a little too wild way too often, and Dai was the definition of a psychopath without actually killing anyone. Most of the people that met Dai never spoke to Delaire again, except his family, which seriously made Delaire wonder what the world he said to people. He seemed well enough when he spent time in the tank with him. He was creepy definitely, and Del considered the fact that he actually murdered people, but there was no proof so far. Altogether, Del would be forever grateful if he just didn't change today at least.
The cab ride was alright, he asked the taxi driver to take the longest route to the apartment to see some of the city. It definitely wasn't anything like England or New York, though it was more like New York than London. He was still getting use to America and the culture, so it was a bunch to take in at once. When Del first got to New York, he would slip out all the time. He was hoping that wouldn't be the case here. His apartment was on the upper west side of town, and from what he had seen of it through pictures, it was one of the nicest. However, his furniture wouldn't be arriving today, so he was either going to have to sleep on blankets on the floor or pray the last tenant left a couch.
The flat was like a vast barren wasteland of white walls and wooden floor. The kitchen had most of the appliances, but as for a place to sleep beside the floor, he received nothing. "Well that dumps," He mumbled to himself, his British accent was coming through at the moment. It probably had something to due with him being aggravated. He knew he should have sent off his furniture earlier, but he wanted something to sleep on the night that he left New York. He sighed dropping his luggage by the door. Delaire wasn't going to get his cake and eat it too. He slowly pushed the door closed and plopped down on the floor sitting Indian-style. Another deep breath passed through his lungs carefully. "I can handle this, I am calm, this isn't the worst outcome, I will do fine in Chicago." He whispered just barely audible. Del wasn't stupid, he had been leaving with this disorder for as long as he could remember. If he wanted to stay himself, he had to keep relaxed and in control.
Meditating was a technique a doctor in New York taught him, but it wasn't enough. Delaire had developed OCD along with OBDD. As one doctor put it, he was trying to control the little things in his life to make up for the fact that OBDD had no real cure or treatment. When you had OBDD, you learned to deal with it, not fix it... Del had hope though. He wanted it to be manageable, controllable even. It was a long way off at the moment, but he wasn't get anyone in New York. Chicago was going to be his fresh start, the ignition for his future hopes.
The fifteen minutes of calming thoughts was definitely helpful when he made it to Central Medical Hospital, where the meeting was being held. They apparently had the meeting in one of the conference room every Saturday to keep in touch with all the OBDD patients in the area, but Del was new here. He had no idea how to navigated the halls at all. He ended up pretty lost within five minutes of walking into the building. He asked a nurse sitting behind a sit by the elevators which way he should go, but she was apparently just as lost about where they met as well. He probably never would have found it if a green haired psychiatrist hadn't came along and lead him to the meeting room.
"You must be Delaire Beauregard, I think we talked on the call. I'm sorry I didn't give you directions up to the room before. I didn't really think about it. Most of our patients are local or Midwestern at least." The man said before turning towards him outside the conference room. "I'm Doctor Cason Hendricks by the way, you can call me Cassie," Cassie informed Delaire before pushing open the door for him.
"Thank you, Cassie, you can call me Del." Del mumbled softly with a light smile. His red eyes moved to the rest of the room seeing a table of people that seemed so normal. It was hard to believe some of them had OBDD.
"Hello, everyone. This is Del. He will be joining our group meeting from now on. He just moved here from New York City." Cassie announced to the room. He then moved pass Delaire and started for the front of the table. Cason didn't originally head the group, but now he did because he showed the most interest in helping them. 」
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 9:06 pm
Who am I? That's for us both to find out. ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀Eric: He sat still on the cold metal chair at the cafe, sipping at the coke in front of him. The therapy session had not gone well. The psychiatrist was not yet ready to make a ruling on what kind of treatment he should get for his O.B.D.D. yet. She did not want to give him any drugs, not that there were many options for him. The disorder was so rare, many people did not believe in it, much less believe that he was not all him, or that the others like him were connected.The waiter came by and politely asked if he needed a refill. He smiled and said no, sending the man away.
He sighed and rubbed at his temple. Why was it so hard for her to understand. He didn't want drugs, so he obviously wasn't looking for a fix. He had a job, a nice one at an advertising firm, so he didn't need any money solutions. He just wanted to be normal. Could he even remember what normal felt like? Was he ever normal?
A headache washed over his head, quickly sending waves of pain and sensitivity through his head. He pinched his forehead, trying to get it under control, but it was too late. Eric's head fell forward and his eyes closed.When they opened again, he was in a white void space, seemingly a place with no end. He was Inside, as he called it. Inside was the place in his mind where he stayed when one of his alters would slip out of his mind and took over the driver's seat, as it were.
He walked straight forward until a door appeared in the distance. Three people stood around or near it. Time to see who's paying for that drink he thought to himself.
A man in desert camo fatigues, looking like he was about to pick up a gun and fight the good fight at any second, leaned on the door frame, which stood unsupported in the white void. Another man, much younger then the first, reclined on a couch that seemed to float there. The leather squeaked on the bare skin of his back when he turned to watch Eric approach.
He was ever shirtless and sporting those same purple shades. Eric didn't think he ever saw him without them. The man flashed him a white toothed grin, a model's smile. Lastly, a girl in a yellow princess dress ran laughing around the door, playing some imaginary game with herself.
"Greg, Bo, Lilly." Eric said, nodding to each in turn.
"Queer." Greg said in greeting, said the same way two people who hated each other but couldn't get away from each other talked. Bo lost interest and inspected his well manicured hand as Lilly, bouncing with excitement, jumped into his arms. Eric was ready to catch her as she did.
"You shouldn't say that." Lilly said, turning to Greg.
"It's true." was all he said.
The only one missing was...Scorp: He lifted his head back up, blinking and cracking his neck. Scorp adjusted himself in the seat, taking a more relaxed pose then what Eric was in. That ******** was so uptight, he was surprised he could fit that stick that was up his a** all the time. At least he was not as bad as Greg. The ******** waiter came by with the bill for the meal and drink. Scorp took a few single bills out of his pocket and tossed them in the general direction the man stood in, less then what would cover the meal. He got up out of the chair, letting the man wonder what the oh so nice man from before was up to.
He went to the car, Eric's car, and opened the passenger door. Lifting the rug he revealed his stash: a box of cigarettes, some rings and necklaces, and some piercings. Eric kept throwing them out so he had to make sure they were hidden from him.He put in the nose piercings and snake bites. He slipped the chain around his neck after he had a menthol lit and in his mouth. He breathed in the smoke and let it leak from his nose.
Suddenly the phone in his pocket started buzzing. ********> Scorp thought. He was late for the meeting. Normally he couldn't give two shits what those pig humpers did, but they would try to find him and would keep pestering him, so he learned it was better to just go and endure it. Plus he could always slip back Inside and let Eric do everything. That would serve him right for being such an a**.
He reached the hospital, normally a twenty five minute drive, in seventeen minutes. He almost ran over two bitches that got in his way. They were lucky, 'cause he wasn't going to stop. Scorp made his way into the meeting room, pushing the doors open in a loud bang.
"Hey Lassie." he said to the doctor. "I see ya started without me." He tisked. Scorp stomped over to an empty chair next to some new spaz. He looked to the doctor. "Well? Don't let me stop you." he said, gesturing to the meeting.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 10:07 pm
●●●●●●●●●●●●●● ( Cason Hendricks )← XXXX ___________________________________________________________________________________█XXXXXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI once had a p a t i e n t tell me,
█XXXXXXXxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"єvєrγonє hates ɱε."
█XXXXXXXXxxxxxxxxxx I looked back at him with a s.i.m.p.l.e expression and say
█Xxx "Ðon't be rιdιcυloυs --- Yoυ ħaven't мet everyone γετ." ___________________________________________________________________________________ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
◥ "Please Del, take a seat and we'll begin." Cason told the small framed white haired man. To Cassie, Del didn't even look twenty-three. He was probably fresh out of college or not even that. The kid didn't seem like a dropout though to him though. A dropout probably wouldn't put as much thought into trying to get help, or be able to support himself in a new city. For what he had been told through messages, this wasn't the first big city he had come to either. Delaire was capable of sustaining life in a city, he just couldn't make it last happily with his disorder..
Cason eyes snapped over to the man as the door burst open. He didn't seemed as shocked as Delaire was. Del almost jumped out his skin at the loud sudden noise and even squeaked a little. Cassie was definitely more experienced with these people than Del might ever be. He didn't even seem phased by the other man. "Nice of you to join us Scorp, I was hoping for Eric today, but I'm glad that you decided to join us regardless." The green haired man spoke to the brunette. "Now as I was saying. I think we should start by going around the table and sharing experience we had with OBDD whether it was a blanking out, or your friend blanking out. I think it will do our new member some good..." His voice carried through the room. But he had already lost Delaire.
The white haired OBDD patient had just started to watch Scorp studying his feature. He looked so gentle looking and yet he had quiet a few facial piercings, jewelry, even the faint smell of cigarette smoke that didn't even remotely match up... "Del," Cason said softly lightly touching his shoulder catching his attention again. Those red eyes looked so doe-eyed at the moment. Cassie wasn't sure what exactly he found so drawing about Eric or even Scorp, but it probably was not the best option to let Del indulge it.
"Why don't you start by telling us a personal story about your OBDD." The man repeated for the other. The other nodded before turning to the rest of the group. He looked a little scared. "It's okay, I promise, no one here wants to hurt you." Cassie stated encouraging him to start talking.
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UnDeadReaper95 Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 10:49 pm
Who am I? That's for us both to find out. ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀Scorp: Scorp actually listened to the new guy, Del, as he told some of his stories, but was exaderatedly pretending to not be intersted. That's cool he though. I've always thought Brits were a cool bunch. He relaxed in his chair, an uncomfortable plastic thing like they had in school. He thought perhaps it was time to go back Inside for a bit. That ought to shake up Eric a bit. He loved doing that. Scorp closed his eyes and lowered his head......Eric: "...He better not miss the meeting." Eric finished saying to Bo.
"You know him." Bo said. "He'd probably go just to throw you for a loop." Eric sat silent for a second. "Yeah, you're probably right." He felt his head droop and suddenly he was in a hard plastic chair, the ones used in the O.B.D.D. meeting room. He sat up and rubbed at his face. He winced when he pulled on the lip ring on his right side.
He got up as quietly as he could and pulled the jewelry out one by one. He hated to inturrupt Dr. Cassie's meetings because of Scorp's dumbass. He got all of the peircings off and the other jewelry collected in his hand. He went back to his seat, next to a new guy. He leaned over and whispered to the guy, "I hope Scorp didn't scare you off too bad." He gave a nod to Cassie when he looked his way to let him know that he was back to himself and to say hello.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 12:14 am
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ Ðeℓaire ßeaureɠard ( ❤ ) { σ η ɛ σ ƒ ɱ ɑ η γ ƒ ɑ c ɛ ƨ} Order is never observed;______________________________________ It is disorder that attracts attention because it is a.w.k.w.a.r.d. && I N T R U S I V E╔══════════════╗ 「Delaire decided to tell most of his stories about Dove and Drake and only mentioning Dai every once and a while. Delaire was all about opening himself to these people, but he didn't want them to call the cops. Delaire didn't exactly have anyone willing to come break him out of jail yet, so he would be on his own without these people.
".. And well I woke up the next morning and I had on a purple dress and I was being hugged by a homeless man. I didn't even make it home before I blanked out again. That is when I decided to get help, I left for New York as soon as I raised enough money. It took me about three months." Delaire told the group. He impulsively stopped talking seeing Scorp's head droop. He had never seen someone switch from this side before. Del watched the other get up and leave while Cassie just continued on talking like nothing had happen. He was actually surprised at how well Cason could act (or maybe even be) oblivious.
"Oh well, Knowledge is power that is for sure. Does anyone have anything to add on to that, maybe someone would like to share a story about how they were lead to seeking help?"
His voice echoed through Del's head, but not much of the message got through to him. He was lost in thought. The other seemed so reserved unlike Scorp, he wouldn't even take out the piercings in front of everyone... but he also couldn't leave them in once he realized they were there... It was very interesting to Del. Of course, all that was nothing new to Delaire. His alters had gotten him into some pretty awkward situations before for sure.
"No, It's fine, really. He didn't even seemed very interested in me. I guess I'm pretty boring." Del whispered back to Eric in response. 」
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