Post by cassi on Jan 7, 2008 21:06:35 GMT -5
Name: Cassandra, really, but call me Cassi. Or Cassicakes. Whatever works for you. C:
Age: Ahh. I'm a whole 13 years young, baby.
Experience: I've been roleplaying on Neo for years, and then off on other boards. Maybe for three or four years? Yeah.
How you found us: Found an advertisment on Neo. I believe it was posted by a girl named Ali?
Role play Sample:
ooc;; I'm having terrible writer's block, so if you'll bear with me.
It's sort of a random introduction about a girl who suffers through some sort of mental illness. She shares a voice in her head, one that kills. The italisized words are the 'other' voice. So she's in a mental institution. At the moment she's waking from a reoccuring nightmare.
Enjoy.
bic;;
I didn't mean to do it...
You did it anyway.
It was an accident...
You're lying to yourself.
It will never happen again...
Oh, but it will.
I will stop you.
No you won't.
It was you.
It was us.
No.
Yes.
We did it.
Everyone must be awake by now. The screams that I had heard in my dreams were in my own mouth, inhuman and wild. Like the bloody shreiks of a caged animal, terrified, cornered.
We did it together...
Even though the dream is over, the nightmare is still in motion. When I awake I am still in the same prison, surrounded by the same padded walls and the same smells, acidic and clean. It's like breathing poison. The fumes sting my nose and throat, as usual, and I begin a series of violent thrashing.
You believe me now, don't you?
My spine arches like a cat against the padded floor I awake on, as I writhe on the floor. I feel the strain in my eyes as they roll back behind my skull, feel the stretch on my jaws as the cries in my mouth become more desperate. I claw at my wrists, my arms, my legs, although my nails have been trimmed to dull stubs I attack my body. If I can rid myself of this reoccuring nightmare I can be free. I can be free.
And you will do it again...
Two doctors, clad in white garments, come into my cell, their faces impassive as they move in towards me. For the three years I have been locked in this room they have gotten used to the screaming, the violence, and the nightmares. They are no longer frightened by my suicide attempts, by my strange whispers, or by my grotesque appearance. Armed with a long syringe and calm voices they approach. Unfortunately, I am still in a mad frenzy, attempting to free myself of these things in my head, and I attack one of the two men.
Hurt them, kill them...
He yelps as I lunge at his throat, but my malnourished body is no match for the two older men, who pin my arms and head against the ground. There is no fighting, I know this. I've relived this experience a thousand times over, and yet I continue the struggle. They, however, are in no mood for my antics, as usual, and insert the syringe into the pale flesh in my arm.
Fight back, kill. Kill.
The darkness begins to cloud my vision as the tranquilizer's affects activate. They drop my body, the flailing stops. The screaming has dulled to a sharp hyperventilating, and finally silence. I hear them sigh as I succumb, inevitably, to sleep. Again. Back to the nightmares, the strange voices that never leave me along. Back to my head, which is the last place I want to be. The place where whatever little bit of sanity I have left is struggling to survive, to escape. And to the place where I cannot, no matter how hard I try.
You'll never escape me.
The two men lift my limp body with ease onto a cotton gurney with ease and exit the room with me. When I awaken again I will be in another cell, another room, with a straight jacket pulled tight and my movements so restricted. They'll leave me there for a few days, run me through questions, investigate the reasons for my nightmares, for my fear.
They will never understand.
What she did.
What I did.
Why these she will never leave my head.
And why I am never really alone.
We will kill again.
-lefin.
ooc;; Ohh, that was painful to read.
My apologies. =X
