How To Save a Life
The OOC Thread
Status: Now Accepting
You're here for a reason.
Addiction, depression, PTSD; I don't know. That story is yours to tell...if you ever wish to tell it, of course.
For the time being, just think of this room as your safe haven, in which you and your peers are free to express yourselves
while giving and receiving whatever help it is that each of you may need.
Who you are and what you do outside of this room after our sessions are completely up to you.
So, welcome friend. Take a seat.
Hey, my name's Ozymandias. You can call me Ozzy, Dr. Oz, the wizard, or whatever you'd like. I'll be your guide in these sessions, and since this is an anonymous program I think it's only appropriate that I as the therapist have an alias of my own as well. See that top floor? The one with the windows open? That's where we'll be meeting as a group from now on. It's a great space, really. Tons of room, a nice view, and of course free food and drinks at all times is a must. Your group is gonna start off meeting there on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 7 to 9 PM. We'll get to know each other at first, take it easy with some activities to break the ice, and hopefully you guys can pick a team name sometime soon. For now though, I just want you to get settled in and feel comfortable. I know plenty people attend these because their families, or even the police, made them. Others bring themselves in. Either way I just intend for it to be a positive, helpful experience for all of us. Before we can really get started, though, I'll need you to fill out this small 'basic information' survey.
Alias: (the name your character wants to use in the sessions)
Description: (This section is to be filled out by a relative, friend, probation officer, lover, or anyone who may know you well. Specify which. At least one paragraph.)
One Word Self-Description:
I'm really excited for all of us to get to know one another. You know what they say, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
See you soon.
1. Only a portion of this RP will take place in the actual group therapy sessions.
A majority of it should be about the true lives of the characters involved.
2. Post lengths during therapy sessions should be short enough to allow for flowing conversation.
Even just "blablabla" he said would be fine as long as it's relevant and contributing to the discussion.
3. Notice the survey doesn't ask for your character's background. This should be told or expressed through your storytelling at whatever time/in whatever way you see fit.
4. Please feel free to post ANY questions, concerns, or suggestions pertaining to the RP in this thread.
5. Anticipate a message from me after your character is accepted.
6. I love you. Let's tell a great story.
Stands 5’8” and is very, very thin.
Doesn’t speak unless spoken to first. Will retract when reached out to physically especially by men. Trust issues. Often lies. Avoidance of social activities. Known to run from confrontation. Avoids mirrors. Protective of her two, almost 3, year old son. Refuses to discuss certain past events- unsure if mentally blocked or just refusing. Avoids eye contact. Volunteers for chores without being asked. Could benefit from a co-ed group therapy to reintroduce and relearn social interaction and trust.
(written by Counselor at Safehouse- Mrs. Montego)
Favorite Song: Counting Stars by One Republic
Favorite Memory: This last Christmas when her son got his first present, a slinky, and was beaming for weeks about it.
One Word Self-Description: Lost
Description: "There's a lot to be said about 'Charlie'. I mean I probably know him better than anyone, but even I can't really pinpoint or define this guy. He's almost a different person every day for chrissake. Some days he's one of those introverted musicians who just locks himself in the basement for hours on end strumming out songs on his guitar. Other days he's a hyperactive maniac who can't sit still, stay inside, or even shut the hell up for more than five minutes. Here's one thing I can tell you for sure, though: he's not a big fan of eating or sleeping. It's overrated, he tells me. I disagree, but hey what do I know? Maybe he's right. Maybe breathing is just a fad too.
At the end of the day, though, he's a good kid and I love him to death. He's strong even if it doesn't show from takin' a look at his scrawny ass. I got a lotta hope for him and all I ask is that you be patient with the guy cuz I know he's gonna come through eventually. Thanks." - Dylan. Older brother. 27 y/o.
Favorite Song: Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah
Favorite Memory: This one time when I was like 8. My brother Dylan was teaching me how to play baseball at a park in a neighborhood across the lake from ours. He'd pitch the ball to me over and over and over again but I was hopeless. He told me I looked like I was trying to swing at a piñata, like I might as well have a blindfold on. I took that more as a challenge than anything, so I took off my shirt, wrapped it over my eyes and told him to throw the ball. He went "3, 2, 1" and pitched it. After that I heard four sounds before I pulled off the blindfold: my bat hitting the ball, glass shattering, a car alarm, and Dylan yelling "OH SHIT!"
Needless to say, we took off. By the time we got home the two of us were just sweating and hyperventilating. My mom comes out of the kitchen with my dad like "Oh my god what happened?"
We told them. We all laughed and ate spaghetti.
One Word Self-Description: Spiral
Description: Even though I’m aware my sister shows me a different face than she shows the rest of the world, I still remember- and have seen firsthand- who she tries to be. First, she’s belligerent, cocky, and tough. She gives off the impression that she can kick your ass and not even break a sweat. She used to get into a lot of fights when she was in school, until she earned a reputation among students (and some teachers) that she was not to be pushed. She puts up a big wall between her and everyone else.
Second, she’s crafty and intelligent. Don’t ask her to read to you, but if you need your taxes done or your car fixed, she’s your girl. I’ve seen her do calculus with her eyes shut, and she used to take my kitchen appliances apart when she was ten. Due to what she went through before we took her in, she’s got a ton of street smarts. She keeps it under wraps how intelligent she can be, I guess she thinks being school smart makes her vulnerable.
Last, she’s a survivor. I can’t think of another way to put it. She just has this vitality; this will to live that has surpassed everything life has thrown at her. It makes her sort of… push through obstacles- or what she thinks are obstacles. Heaven help the people she sees as obstacles.
(Chance, adoptive brother)
Favorite Song: Faint- Linkin Park
Favorite Memory: There was one time me and Chance went to the county amusement park. It was pretty scary for me at first, all those lights and noise and people. But Chance was cool with it, he helped me get through it. Turns out I really like roller coasters.
One Word Self-Description: Walled
Description: I've known the Captain,for a long time, we served together for nearly 10 years. She's intellegent and she's an incredibly personable person, often going out of her way to help a friend or relative. All that changed when she got wounded, she pulled into herself like a turtle into its shell. She won't talk about the past, and her nightmares seem far worse than any real events we witnessed overseas. As hard as her physical adjustment has been, mentally it seems to be 10 fold. i've personnally seen this woman go through events that would make the largest, toughest hardened soldier hesitate, without so much as a second thought if it saved innocent lives, but the loss of her leg and those close to her seems to have brought all that repressed emotion into the forefront. Many of us that know the Captain will do anything to have her back to the way she once was, the laughing, caring, practical joker that helped us through many horrible events in Iraq. If the right emotions are appealed to and the right memories are accessed I hope she can move past this. --Sgt. Joe Donnaly, USMC retired.
Favorite Song: Long Tall Sally - Little Richard
Favorite Memory: After clearing a Village outside of Kabul, the townspeople swarmed them, and offered them food, and drink in thanks, the children ran and played around their helicopters, pretending to shoot Al-Qeida in their limited and broken English. It was the first time many of them saw Iraqi citizens as normal people, it changed the lives of many in the unit.
One Word Self-Description: Mental
“‘Seuss’ is a troubled child and you should tread lightly around her. It’s not odd for her to break things or verbally assault someone, so try not to annoy her too much. It’s not odd for her to give callous remarks or to sulk quietly and snap at anyone who talks to her. Ever since I’ve met her, she’s been known for making catty remarks and winding anybody who bothers her up. It’s a constant cycle of hate and fighting with her, but…sometimes, when she just talks and you listen, she says the most capturing things. She won’t talk at first, and if she does…it will be awful, but please don’t allow that to deter you.” – Mr. Richardson, principal and family friend
Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer - Elmo and Patsy
I tripped a girl down the stairs once when she made fun of my sweater. It was funny, even when I almost got arrested - however, they couldn't find any proof so I got let off.
One Word Self-Description:
Description: "She always tries to be the center of attention, Dany is bold and outspoken. If she doesn't like something that is going on, she'll make sure everyone in the world knows it. She, however, doesn't set limits for herself and can sometimes push people over the edge with snarky comments and her careless attitude." - Kyle, her twin brother.
Favorite Song: Laugh, I Nearly Died by The Rolling Stones
Favorite Memory: When I walked to the park at about 2 in the morning when I was nineteen, a thick layer of snow had covered everything. I was freezing my ass off but I didn't want to leave, I liked the cold. I spent hours just sitting in all these layers of clothes watching the stars and the flickering lights of planes by myself. Nobody else, just me and the sky, it was so tranquil.
One Word Self-Description: Empty
Description: "My son is a good man, Doctor, used to want to be a rabbi when he was a kid. What happened to him just made him forget that, ya know? Used to be the kind of guy that lived in the moment, real light hearted and optimistic. He once told me, "Pop, there's two types of folk: the ones that want to be happy and the ones that don't". That boy was a light to the community, the epitome of what us Jewish people are really supposed to be. To most people he'd just seem like he was really concerned with his work and his daughter, but I know my son, and he's falling apart." Jacob, Father, 58 years old.
Favorite Memory: "There's a place in Jerusalem near the Wailing Wall where singles pray for a spouse and my grandparents made me go, because they're superstitious. When I got there I saw her in the crowd first thing and I swear I heard heaven scratching the pavement. She was praying and I kept my eye on her the whole time. When she left I straight followed her halfway to her house until I worked up the guts to ask her to coffee. I've never seen a woman more creeped out, but she felt bad for me and said yes."
One Word Self-Description: Lost