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STATUS: It adds a welcoming touch to the bedroom (for you and your roommate) whenever you enter or leave from/to the common area. 6 mos ago
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It adds a welcoming touch to the bedroom (for you and your roommate) whenever you enter or leave from/to the common area.
6 mos ago
What I like to do is start off w/ flattening one of the brown paper bags & make a doormat for the psyche ward bedroom. I color & tape it to the ground by the room exit/entrance.
7 mos ago
Items Needed: Crayons, Blank Paper, Brown Paper Bag, and Tape (Special Note: Ask the Charge Nurse politely for x-number of pre-torn tape pieces)
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Check Out Briza's New Pinterest Board! Decorating Your Psyche Ward Room 101
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gin a body catch a body
comin thro' the rye,
gin a body catch a body,
need a body cry?
さようなら
comin thro' the rye,
gin a body catch a body,
need a body cry?
さようなら
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J e 𝓈 p e r A l 𝓈 t r o h m
⤜ 𝒮 h e r w o o d - F o r e 𝓈 t ↠
A static silence whispered through the air. It swept the unearthly stenches from their rest. The feeling of the uneven mud pressed beneath her boots. It did smell as wretched and terrible to walk upon. And, lo, with every step the foulness was stirred into the bitter air. No less, her many blessings were being counted. Such a position was decent and for her ranking, only half-earned. Granted with Terra's mercy, her own humanly stench was buried beneath the rituals of such a graven hiding spot, dusted in casts of the noonday shadows. And, ah, the shrubs were acting as husky, decent disguises. Such was the fairness of her decisions.
M e m o r i e s :
“Jessie!” Victor called from behind the shed, “Ready or not, here I come!” His footsteps sounded like they were coming close, but they did not stop long enough to make any suggestion that he knew where she was hiding. For several seconds, she thought he may have been faking and was waiting to surprise her. He had an earnest desire to scare her, but he was never successful. His yearning was tremendous and puffed in his juvenile breathes, despite all his failures.
For this reason, being off guard was never an option. She loathed the thought of being caught by her brother, especially with all the times of successfully having defused him. There was an abundance of honor in her ability to combat his boyish notions, and even now, as she heard his gentle, suspicious footsteps wander further and further away from her hiding spot, she slowly flexed her thighs and raised her lithe body from behind the bushel. There was duty in her pursuit against him, and when he was behind the fence, she would move locations — just in case.
For this reason, being off guard was never an option. She loathed the thought of being caught by her brother, especially with all the times of successfully having defused him. There was an abundance of honor in her ability to combat his boyish notions, and even now, as she heard his gentle, suspicious footsteps wander further and further away from her hiding spot, she slowly flexed her thighs and raised her lithe body from behind the bushel. There was duty in her pursuit against him, and when he was behind the fence, she would move locations — just in case.
It was either kill or be killed. Whoever found himself as the last one standing was the man to be chosen. In Jesper's mind, there was far more to gain from this victory than to lose from a missing limb or even her own life. This much was obvious for anyone who entered the forest. The reward was far too lucrative. It tickled some greed, but the Ranger by the only thing she truly understood...
As so was proven, this was not some childhood game of Hide and Seek. Fences and thickets were not to be used as youthful endeavors. Here, wandering the sauntering bowls of the forest were men with far more cunning and braver wiles than anyone with whom her siblings and her used to play. There could be no questioning of her rationale on this one. (Laughable with pointed fingers and outset tongues to anyone who dared.) It was the deepest of truths, the Ranger had little instinct on who was stronger or faster or more cunning when she arrived on camp. For now, though, she had two kills, and the biggest dilemma was keeping herself hidden. In the least, she was not the weakest.
Even With no scratches on her garments, she considered herself only blessed for her victories. There was no saying she was the strongest or fittest for the prize. The first kill had been all too easy and almost a joke in and of itself. However, the second was by but a fluke that continued a small melody of pondering in destitute parts of her memory. Unfortunately, there was no time to calculate every measure of the past kill, as she could sense someone was nearer, and she bore no clarity as to where. A silent prayer was chanted in her mind to ease her racing thoughts; and she cooed her sword-arm, all ready and anxious with girth.
S o m e t h i n g R e m e m b e r e d F r o m t h e P a s t ;
“I give up,” Victor said with a small gruff of annoyance. Losing to his sister was one of those things that made him hate himself. There was a pent up anger that he could not conceal in his voice. Although, he did try to muzzle it the best he could.
Jesper did not move. She enjoyed waiting until he had cooled down before revealing her location. She learned her lesson more than once to reveal herself too early. Her hands stayed still, touching the soft grass as she watched her brother begin to explode with anger. At the moment, she had no way to gauge how long his tantrums would be. Sometimes they did not happen; and sometimes they lasted far too long for her own endearing patience. There had to be a method to his madness. Although, if it was something as simple as being annoyed with the seventh morning of potato soup, she would have to pay closer attention to him.
Jesper did not move. She enjoyed waiting until he had cooled down before revealing her location. She learned her lesson more than once to reveal herself too early. Her hands stayed still, touching the soft grass as she watched her brother begin to explode with anger. At the moment, she had no way to gauge how long his tantrums would be. Sometimes they did not happen; and sometimes they lasted far too long for her own endearing patience. There had to be a method to his madness. Although, if it was something as simple as being annoyed with the seventh morning of potato soup, she would have to pay closer attention to him.
A twist in the grass.
Jesper tensed.
A sudden whistle of a hiss.
It cut through thick and silent air.
Moan. Thump.
Someone was hit.
Moan. Thump.
Someone was hit.
Mother earth rumbled at the onslaught, and Jesper shrugged further into the defending shadows of her hunched position. She felt that although correct in assuming her position was not the strongest, the low angle had not been a give away. It was right in the tree tops where she captured a perfect opening. The branches unfolded their leaves, and a man, crouched atop the muscular, twisting bark. Someone forgot to close his line. As the words scurried through her mind, her clothed palm carefully shifted around the hilt of her sword, and scabby fingers caressed the pummel. The leather grooves and metal works were soft against her cold fingers, sweaty with fear and excitement.
This was exhilarating. She could feel her heart beating heavily in her chest. It sounded louder to her than her own breaths. Yet, the midday wind, in all its vainglory, was still and as silent as the archer waiting anxiously in the tree above her. She held her breath, eyeing him carefully. No, not the sword, her hand slid into her leather pouch, pulling two darts. Their sharp tips pressed close to her veins. A dart had the ability to knock him from the branch and cause fatal casualty upon his landing. Such was decided.
A R e c o l l e c t i o n
“She always wins. Always. Can't I just fuckin' win? Just bloody fuckin' once?” he howled. His boots stomped upon the grass, soiling and twisting the earth beaneath him in an angry manner; his body slumped and shot upwards, again; with a pulse of energy, his body slumped, again, and his arms pounding and pulled the grass; and with dirty fingers he was pulling his hair.
Jesper watched silently from behind the stump. Her head was steady as she watched intently, telling herself that he ought to treat not just the earth with more respect, but also himself. With a lack of care for being discovered and a seeming belief, she would never be at this rate, her eyes cast downwards at the grass. Her fingers played gently against the blades. It was her friendship with Terra that kept her so well hidden. This much she knew to be true, and yet she dared not speak of such kinship to anyone. Theirs was a private relationship, silent and secretive.
Jesper watched silently from behind the stump. Her head was steady as she watched intently, telling herself that he ought to treat not just the earth with more respect, but also himself. With a lack of care for being discovered and a seeming belief, she would never be at this rate, her eyes cast downwards at the grass. Her fingers played gently against the blades. It was her friendship with Terra that kept her so well hidden. This much she knew to be true, and yet she dared not speak of such kinship to anyone. Theirs was a private relationship, silent and secretive.
Now was not the time to get lost in memories. With the sun hovering over the hanging branches of the trees, the shadows were slowly moving their bodies to different positions. Jesper's very own would be revealed soon if action was not taken. A plethora of reasons as to how she could be sniped were at her fingertips; and the least likely if anything, was that the scent of her own would be made clear now that the midday's breeze was beginning to reawaken. But alas, the archer in the tree; his body was tense and ready to strike at the next creature who dared make any shimmer in the forest — the animals had been scared away by the shouting of men earlier. Death was haunting the forest floor, and all but the humans seemed to be honoring this fact.
A glint shot through the air. It was nearly invisible to the naked eye. The aftermath was nothing of the sort, as the handsome face came collapsing to the ground, flopping in a overtly ugly manner onto the muddied ground. His neck limbs twisted under his sturdy frame, holding a head slowly leaking blood from his temple. The complacent look of a dead man's shock was sewn over his face. If he felt any pain, it had been slight. He had died before falling from the large, winding tree. He was her third kill of the day, but merely just another mark upon on the memory:
𝓘 𝑨𝒎 𝓑𝒖𝒕 𝑨 𝓣𝒉𝓲𝒆𝒇
𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕,
𝑵𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆 —
𝑻𝒐 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍.
𝑭𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕.
I like lines.
Lines is a five (5) letter word.
Lines is a five (5) letter word.
Fin.
____ v 𝒾 c t o r _ a l 𝓈 t r o h m ____
t h e f i r s t w a y t o v i c t o r y
H u m a n 25 M a l e 1 . 8 2 8 8
stubborn ♢ ill-tempered ♢ serious ♢ crass
B i o g r a p h y
Jesper's hot-headed brother. His use of a longsword is something to be noted, but his temper is to be equally noted as it can be quite dangerous with fists ready to strike all too easily. Jesper stole his attention, and as much as he cares for his dear younger sister who has since strayed further from the family than socially acceptable even to the small village's standards, he holds quite a grudge against her. To his comrades, he is seen as hardworking and determined, but to his closest, there is vengeance that needs relieving.
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Banned for Naw.
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