Volunteers~

You were pulled out of class for your first appointment at the Eastlyn facility, and were loaded onto the bus. You were given a slip of paper noting your 'patient's name, and room number, along with a note from the facility's CEO.

To (Insert Name Here),

Thank you for taking this opportunity to help your community. You are to spend one hour each week day with your assigned partner. We here at Eastlyn believe this might improve their mental state if they talk to people their age, and hopefully they can reach out to other people. You will be watched over from cameras in the room, and we have experts that will wait outside the door in case of an emergency. If you wish to resign, please speak to me personally. There is another slip on paper attached, showing your partner's name, birthday, and things they like or do not like. Please be cautious with what you say, some topics may upset our residents, and cause them to react violently. We look forward to having you.

Sincerely,

T. Kelller

Patients~

You were waiting in your assigned room, and were just told about the news that someone would start visiting you an hour a day. It was almost 2:00, and the volunteers would be arriving shortly. You were also told that you were to treat them with respect, and that you would be knocked out if you tried to harm them in any way. It had been a while since you had contact with others besides close relatives or the staff.

Ping List~

@sslover, @cian, @isi, @ravengard, @dragongem23, @dunno, @arrowskysong




Everett~

Everett started laughing after he had been told the news. They were trying to cure him, weren't they? Good luck with that! He clutched his stomach in laughter, and sighed, looking out the window that had bars in front of it. They said this was a facility, not a prison. Sure looked like a prison to him. He had only been here for a week now.
He was starting to get irritated that they always sweet talked him. It was very irritating indeed. Being told sweet lies, when the ugly truth is being hidden from you.
They thought he was dumb, didn't they? Well, they were mistaken. He might be a bit crazy, but that doesn't mean he's stupid, that what people always assume. He hoped that his so called 'partner' didn't make that same mistake, he would be very ticked off it that was the case.

Holly~

Holly sat down in the back of the bus, staring out the window. She clutched the papers she was given, and sighed. She thought this could be how she could be involved in the community, and be a good person. She pulled out a book, and started where she left off. Her partner's name was Amren Velaris. She was nineteen, and was a pretty person. She hoped they would get along, but she could never know until she got there.

Brac looked out the window, watching the scenery go by. He was not sure how the patient would react to him. He wished he could be riding his horse, but he knew it wasn't allowed.

for the next weak i will be out of town, i can't garentee that i will have access to internet but i didn't abbandoned the rp. I will be back in the game as soon as i can, see you then. ^-^

Alix

She finaly arrive to the front of the facility, she look at the piece of paper with the information on her 'new friend' once again. At this point it was more to stall some time before heading inside with that horrible hospital smell so strong that it feelt like it was cligning at you. Once she finish reading she fold the paper and shove it back in her poket before pushing the door of the facility and head to the front desk. '' Hello, I am here to see Everett Kings, witch room his he in ?''

Brad looked at the slip of paper. "Azriel. Its a cool name," he muttered to himself as he exited the bus. He entered the building, looking forward to the appointment.

NPC~

The lady at the front desk looked up from her stack of papers, and gave a kind smile.
" His room is 243. The last one on the right down the hall." She pointed out where it was located, and quickly went back to working. " Make sure you sign in. " She gestured towards a clipboard on the front desk, with various names and dates.

Alix

She thank the lady, quickly sign in on the clipbord and head to the room 243.

Once arrived she knock three time at the door before entering. By habit she slide her hands back in her poket after waving to the guy inside. '' You are Everett right? Nice to meet you, i am Alix Summer, the volunteer you got assigned too. But I supose that you knew that already the last part.'' She smile ''I would propose a handshake but i am not too sure of how you will react to my hands yet, i don't want to triger a memory or somthing painfull for you after a few minutes togedther.''

Everett~

Everett tilted his head. So this was his volunteer? He didn't particularly mind people touching him, as long as it wasn't near his face. He got up from his spot where he normally sat by the window, and walked up to her. She didn't seem too bad..
" So they sent you to 'cure' me right? I'll play along with that. Seems like a fun game.. " Ev smiled in a sickly sweet way, as he held out his hand to shake hers. " I don't mind shaking hands with you. Just do me a favor and don't touch my face. Whatsoever. "
His left eye was covered by bandages, and something had obviously happened to it. Scars also ran along his arms, all in a straight line.
" It is nice to meet you, Alix. I think we will get along just fine. " Everett now smiled normally, looking genuinely happy.

Alix

'' Well, ok, if you think you can handle it. And don't wory i won't touch your face.'' She remove her hand from her poket, sliding her tumb out of the hole of her sleeve revellng the webbing of white, almost colorless, scares that were laceing her skin making it bi-color before shaking the boy hand. '' I know for you it's another way to help you heal mentaly but there is no reason why we can't just make our encounter into a normal hang out as friends, well as normal as it can be in this room.''

Everett~

Everett seemed genuinely surprised. There was something different about her. The facility had tried to use other people to try to 'fix' him, and they were all the same. This girl was different. He looked down at the webbing-like scars, he thought they were pretty, even if they were scars.
As friends? Ev hasn't ever really had any real friends, so this might be a good thing. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it, and smiled.
" This might not be so bad after all. " He mumbled to himself, sitting on the ledge by the window.
" You can go ahead and sit anywhere you want. If we are going to be spending some time together, we should get to know each other a bit better. Why'd you sign up for this? " He asked, curious as to why she would want to do this sort of thing.