Post by Allison Clark on Jul 21, 2009 1:46:18 GMT
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*TELL ME WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE
Name :: Allison Michelle Clark. I love the way it flows off the tongue. I think it fits me.
Nickname :: Ali, but only if you know me...
Age :: I'm 20, and I love it. I'm not of legal drinking age, but they don't let me have glass bottles so it's all good.
Sexuality :: I'm straight. No questions asked.
Clique :: I'm a patient. No comments.
*LOOK IN THE MIRROR
Overall appearance :: I'm petite I guess. I'm 5'7" and 140 pounds. I usually keep my blonde hair short, and flipped out, or I let it hang in it's natural waves. My clothes are usually dull, but I try to look cute. The asylum has strict rules.
I'm only allowed lipgloss, which is fine for me. I would probably ingure myself with the eyeliner. I like my eyes best. They are a kidn of hazel, but greyish. I like to sit and look at my eyes.
playby :: Some people say I look like Allison Mack, but I have no idea who she is. Maybe I should google her sometime.
*I THOUGHT I KNEW YOU
Overall personality :: ((too hard to do in first person. xP))
Allison looks angelic, like she shouldn't be in the asylum, but deserves to be there. Dignosed with bipolar disorder and paranoia. She also tends to hurt herself, but simply because she is bored.
She enjoys playing on her charming looks. Very deseptive, she has been known to make friends, then make them do her dirty deeds. Ali is controlling, but very bipolar.
Despite her other issues, if she likes you and respects you, Allison is very loyal. She hardly talks about her past to anyone who doesn't have her file. And she is laid back, when not going through mood swings. And can be shy, but sometimes that's only to get what she wants.
Likes :: I like coffee, writing, reading, cute guys, rain, and exploring. Oh, and music.
Dislikes :: I don't like snobby people, the psyciatrists, techno music or rap, liars *cough*, and waking up early.
Hopes and dreams :: I have always dreamed that maybe one day I will just be normal and fit in. I wished I could have one true friend to confide in. The asylum gets very lonely. And I wish my parents hadn't left me, and hadn't died. And I wouldn't have been put into the care of my grandma. *throws clump of paper*
Strengths :: Sorry about that little episode. I'm taking medicine for that. Anyway, I guess one of my strengths is that people have the want to trust me for some reason. And I'm tricky, like a fox. And someone said I'm charismatic. But they probably didn't mean it. *cries*
Weaknesses :: Today is a wonderful day! My weakness probably is that I don't trust...anyone. Well, I trusted someone once and look where it got me.
*BACK THROUGH THE PAGES
Family ::
Mother(Sarah) - I loved her. She helped me through everything. She loved me unconditionally. I wish she could come back.
Father(Jake) - After mom died, Dad became different. He started drinking and became rather violent. One day he almost hit me, then he sent me to live with the devil.
Grandmother(Adelaide) - Otherwise known as Satan's mistress. She knew something was wrong with me, but tried to love me. Then after I confided in her, she would lock me in my room, almost as if she was afraid of me. And she is why I eventually landed in this hell hole.
Pets :: I had a dog, Fluffy. I miss that little mutt.
Hometown :: Toronto, Canada
Overall history :: I was born on May 19th, 1989. In Toronto, Canada. Although I'm not really Canadian. My mother and father loved me, almost the perfect american family. Well, not quite. I was dianosed with bipolar disorder at a young age. I knew it hurt my mom that she didn't have this perfect child, but she still loved me, and Dad always made jokes about it.
Then my mom got pregnant. I was about 8 at the time, and it was shortly after I had been dianosed. But something went wrong and they found out the baby was a still born. Mom was never quite right after that, only milling about the house. Dad got a job offer for back in the states, and Mom agreed, desperately needing a change of pace.
She got a bit better after we moved to Kentucky. I loved it there, with the rolling green pastures, and sleek, shiny horses. I had lots of friends, and even played volleyball at one point. Mom and Dad kept trying for another kid, but Mom learned she was sterile. That really put her over the edge, and she killed herself. I walked in the bathroom after school to find her soaking in a blood bath.
I guess that's kind of when the paranoia set it. I would wake up with cold sweats, nightmares. I told Dad, and he called 911, but he never saw the scene like I had. He had been expecting it the scene, I hadn't. Then he took up drinking. My school work fell behind. Luckily the teachers understood and helped me along. I was about 13 or 14 at this time.
Dad came home drunk one night, and almost hit me. Then he went to rehab and I got sent to live with Grandma Adelaide. She didn't know the severity of my case and after she realized what was wrong. She would lock me in my room, then my paranoia got worse. Eventually I got violent, which they just won't let go, and I got sent to the asylum. I never found out where Grandma actually lived. Odd how those things jsut never stick with you.
Here I am now, officially labeled crazy, and 20. How those times went fast. I was put in here at age 16. I missed out on so much. Prom, homecoming, a boyfriend. And I never trusted anyone again.
*COME AGAIN
Anything else? :: Sometimes I hurt myself. Diagnosed with Bipolar disorder, paranoia, and suicidal, although she doesn't want to kill herself. She sometimes causes harm to others.
Roleplay example ::Allison sat in her little cell, staring blankly in her mirror, which was just a wavy piece of whatever. She wasn't allowed glass, or plastic, or anything in her cell that she would use to harm herself, or other with. Although she just did it because she was bored, not because she wanted to kill herself.
Her hand reached beneath her mattress and pulled out a pen which had been hoarded by one of her previous victims. If anyone found this, she would be put in isolation or something. A piece of paper didn't need to be hidden. Allison began writing, everything that came to mind. From a small poem, to adding to her story.
Sometimes being in the asylum wasn't so bad. Other times she just wanted to throw herself from the top, and hope she went to heaven. Ali wondered if Heaven had an asylum for crazy people. It was something she would find out, and she hoped it wasn't soon though. She was begninng to get privliges for being good. She hadn't even conned anyone in weeks now.
Then she saw a shadow slide across the floor and she ran to her door, pearing through the barred door. It was a new patient, a girl by the looks of it. Haha for them. They didn't know what they were getting themselved into by being next to her. Allison knew every way to communicate. With having five years time in this place, she knew almost every trick and trade that went on behind these gray brick walls.
*WHAT A PLAYER
Your Alias :: Shelby
Age :: 15
Contact :: either by pm or email
How did you find us :: melissa. =)
Codeword :: * Sing me a dream'
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