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Treewit Psychiatric Hospital for Adolescents

Ivana

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Ivana stared at the door, frozen in shock. Was that woman honest to God clapping her hands to wake them up and switching on the light? Her eyes widened, jaw slack, and found herself afraid to move. It was so rude. What in the world? Is this how they woke up people? It caused panic to surge through her. This was so... unfair? She didn't know how else to describe it. Her mind was a blank. She turned to find her roommates moving to get up, one by one. She watched them and looked around in confusion. They all grabbed a box with their last name written on it and moved off to the showers. Ivana looked at her hands. She had them clenched all night since she hadn't been able to sleep. She didn't feel comfortable showering, not one bit. The amount of discomfort made her skin crawl. Nonetheless, she swung her legs over her bed side and stood up. She shuffled over to the shelf and grabbed her box. Though she wouldn't shower with others around, she would clean up.

Ivana found an empty area and stared at the showers. Everyone was using it... Oh lord, would they judge her? Like she cared. Ivana didn't are so why should she worry about the others' thoughts? They were all in here to get better from whatever they had. Ivana cleaned herself up, though she didn't shower. She pulled her hair into a bun lazily and exited. She set her box back onto the shelf and followed the others out. Ivana had received a routine schedule upon arrival though she still felt confused. Her joints ached and she felt incredibly cold. She wore warm clothes but it didn't help too much. Everything felt cold to her lately.

A nurse came over and took her blood pressure. Ivana watched her settle the cuff on her arm and looked away. She hated having this procedure done and being here. The feeling of the cuff squeezing her arm always bothered her, too. It also reminded her of being in the doctor's office and hospital. It was a reminder she was sick, and the reason for it. At least, her parents and friends called her sick, but Ivana wasn't sure if that was the right word for it. A cold wave of panic and grief settled over her and she found her breathing becoming irregular. The nurse, noticing the sudden change in blood pressure, began to speak soothingly and rub her arm. Ivana didn't notice: her voice sounded distant. She sank to her knees, clutching her head and breathing rapidly. It felt like hours, but the nurse managed to calm her and help her up. Ivana remained silent, their soothing voices doing nothing to console her. It didn't seem like anything would... Ellen was gone, and the guilt... Oh God.

The nurse, noticing Ivy's dilated pupils, clammy hands, and hot forehead, moved her over to the scale. This did nothing to console her but induce panic and fear. Was she heavy? Ivy felt it, sure as hell figured she looked it too. She tried to watch her number, but the machine was designed not to let her see it. Ivy buried her head in her hands. The nurse surely thought she was big, didn't she? She glanced at the nurse who remained irritably (to Ivy's distinction, anyway), impassive. While Ivana tried to look over her notes, the nurse tilted the paper way and escorted her outside. Ivana felt tension rising, especially seeing all the other patients. There were so many people here... What were these teens in for? It boggled her mind to see everyone so young and inside a psych facility.

Afterwards, they were called one by one to take their medication. Ivana stiffened. Her name was eventually called. She stumbled upfront weakly and coughed into her arm. She stared at the pill the doctor headed to her and felt dread. She took it in her hands and stared. What would this to do her? She glanced up and met the doctor's gaze. He nodded encouragingly to her and smiled kindly. Ivy narrowed her gaze and stared at the pill. She shook her head and turned away. A nurse looked at her but Ivana kept going to the cafeteria. Her heart rate increased. She stared at the food and cringed mentally; a boy had exclaimed "Jesus! They're stuffing us!" and Ivana felt pins and needles rub through her body. No way would she stuff herself. Ivana didn't want to be her in the first place. She took food and scowled at the ground as she left the lunch line. She felt horrible inside. Hot, clammy, and shaky; this place was daunting. Ivana glanced around. There was only one table, though primarily full, that had room left. Ivana shakily came over to it and sat down.

She glanced around: one boy, couple girls, and perhaps a non-gendered person. Ivana decided to label the mas a they instead of a female or male pronoun and sighed. She kept her gaze down on her food and munched on a few eggs. What would Ellen think of her here? Would she be disappointed? Ivana felt a rush of guilt and sadness and took it out on eating instead: she started to pretend she forgot about her food and looked outside instead. She felt too skittish to greet anyone or speak. They would probably, to her dismay, end up leaving before a friendship could be forged. She sighed loudly and hunched her shoulders.

Treewit Psychiatric Hospital for Adolescents

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Thank you @foxygen! I posted Josephine. Ivana's post is coming up. :)

ps; how do you guys get your character's names to be big and stuff? I cant' figure it out. I'm not good at formatting lol.

Treewit Psychiatric Hospital for Adolescents

Josephine

_{8:00 A.M Bedroom, Bathroom, Cafeteria}

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The sound of clapping not only surprised Josephine who startled out of bed, but also raised bouts of anger irrationally.mHer gaze switched onto Miss Fairchild. One day soon, Josie would find that woman's sleeping quarters and bang pots and pans inside of her room repeatedly. She would find something to irritate this woman. That she was sure of, and was not going to let go of that goal. Why couldn't they fire this woman and bring back the nice one? What the hell was this woman's purpose? Josie grumbled, slipping out of bed and onto the floor. She watched Evangeline head to the shower and sighed. She wished she could have her own schedule but these people insisted on controlling their everyday life. It drove her crazy. She hated sticking to it, and was often too energetic to sit around and do what they wanted her to. Her restlessness kept her awake at night and sometimes, she found it impossible to sleep. It wasn't enough to be insomnia, but her racing thoughts wouldn't turn off. It was harder with all these random people in the room with her. She didn't trust them at all. How did the staff expect her to just sleep?

After she climbed out of bed (by now, two other girls had left), Josie grabbed her box. She glanced over at the idle patient laying in bed - what was her name? Oh hell, Josie didn't care. She sighed and went to the bathroom and found her own spot. She stared in the mirror, tracing her reflection in the mirror. How'd you get here, JC? she thought to herself as she turned her attention to showering, Where did you go wrong? Of course she was aware of what had pissed off her parents: the intercourse, in the least, was the last straw. She had used protection. What was the big deal? Her idiot brother did way worse than her but wasn't ever caught because she existed to take his blame. And God, did they overreact on shit.

She rolled her eyes and showered, carefully taking her time. She didn't want to have to speak to anyone. Josephine was not in the mood to speak to these people. She of course wanted not to be looked down upon; that would not suit her. In the back of her mind, Josie remembered her old academy. It had been amazing being there until her parents pulled her out. The friends she had made - Josie felt dominant, powerful, and in control. But now, she felt none of that and felt lost. She climbed out of the shower once she finished. She continued with her hygiene routine and glanced over. There were still others around so she pulled her hair back into elaborate fishtail braids. She wanted to keep something of her old self in this wretched place. Besides, Josephine was sure nobody would care.

It wasn't until she was finished and ready that she forgot to use deodorant. Josephine groaned and doubled back. She used it and hoped nobody else had seen. Sometimes, she recalled, her parents would yell at her for not remembering basic things. It had upset her to times she had gone in her room and slept the entire day; others, she remembered, becoming defensive and fighting them in return. Josie rubbed her head and pushed away the memories, feeling a slight sting in her chest.

She returned to her room and lazily tossed her box onto its' shelf. To her, it didn't mater where it landed, as long as the damn thing was on the stupid shelf. Her body pulsed with energy and she itched to move around on her own but she followed the others out. The schedule as confusing her and annoyed her: she hated sticking to it. On top of that, the medication she hated even more. "King," Josephine stepped up for her medication and took the pill in her hands. She wrinkled her nose and rolled it around. Why did she need this? She hated taking medication, especially after her parents doped her up with a bunch of crap. Josephine huffed loudly, scrunching her shoulders and narrowing her gaze at the doctor. To her displeasure, she took the medication and glared with hostility at the staff.

She followed the other patients, folding her arms with displeasure and scowling. It was no secret she hated being here: there was nothing she liked about this place. Josephine found a spot in line and refused to budge, forcing people to move around her. If anyone dared to test her, she gave them a piercing glare. She shuffled into the cafeteria with the others and over to the line. She grabbed everything, not bothering to be generous. Josephine only put food back when a lunch lady barked at her enough times to annoy her.

Josephine rolled her eyes once more and looked around for a table. Most of the areas were littered with people. However, one table was not, and that was with Raf, Evangeline, and Nikki. Josephine wasn't quite positive what the latter was here for, and decided not to comment. She didn't care nor wanted to know. Raf and Evangeline were nice souls - and it frankly disgusted her. How could they be so friendly? It made her shudder. She huffed and sat down nearby their stupid smiling faces. Nikki, thank God, didn't look up. She started to eat without greeting anyone or glancing around. While sitting, Josie bounced her leg and soon became distracted by everyone else. This meant she paid attention - which was agonizing - to the others. Dear God, did anyone actually care?

Treewit Psychiatric Hospital for Adolescents

I'll post soon - sorry, dealing with headaches on and off. ><

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considering i'm nearly done with the first post, here's a link to a discord chat!
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(sorry for the delay btw <3)

@foxygen

I'm excited!! :D

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is anyone here? did i offend? D:

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After battling the formatting, I have submitted Josephine, my seconed character, in the tab. :)

Treewit Psychiatric Hospital for Adolescents

Ivana

Ivana G. Young

The lonely • Fear and Loathing • Solitaire

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NAME }} Ivana Genevieve Young
NICKNAME }} Igy (from her full name), Ivy
AGE }} 17
DIAGNOSIS }} Bereavement Disorder | Depression | Anorexia Nervosa |
She is new to the facility and not at all excited for it either - and will let anyone and everyone know that, too.

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{{Determined • Cunning • Gregarious • Shrewd • Cold}}

PERSONALITY }} Reckless, adventurous, and bold: Ivana has almost no limit to what she will do in life. If someone told her there was a dragon, she'd go find it. She lived life to her fullest capacity, but sometimes went over-board. She needed her twin to pull her back and think, something she sometimes forgot to do. Ivana is cunning, and will try to find her way around anything that doesn't suit her fancy. Ambition is her drive, but will often procrastinate. She loves helping people, but will only help less fortunate like a modern-day Robin Hood. She is level-headed, but has a snappy retort if someone annoys her. After Ellen's death, she has become colder and more bitter side, especially after her twin dies. Her extent of honesty has declined and her extrovert personality has withered. She used to be more out-going and friendly; now, she withdraws from others. Furthermore, Ivana has developed a sarcastic attitude and is extremely vigilant when she used to be carefree. While Ivana would like to help others, she no longer finds motivation or any point in it.

STRENGTHS }}

• Reading
• Athletics - swimming, running, and cycling.
• Drawing
• Candy - specifically gushers, chocolate, and gum.
• Animals
• She loves watching TV, particularly reality because it makes her laugh
• Enjoys fashion and dreamed of becoming a designer one day but has since let go of it.

WEAKNESSES }}

• Optimism
• Making friends / maintaining relationships. It's easier to move a boulder uphill than to make friends with Ivana; but when she finds someone she genuinely likes, she will cling to them like no tomorrow.
• Abiding by certain rules (if they restrict something she wants, she will try finding ways around it
• Being bored. She needs to always be doing something or she might have fit. Forget sleeping - she has nightmares of Ellen's death on loop.
• Beaches, pools, and any landscape with open water.
• Eating. She struggles with eating and feels compelled to purge.

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HISTORY}} Ivana grew up in a set of twins. Her sister, Ellen, was only a few minutes older than she. They grew up in lower-middle class family in the suburbs of New York. As a child, Ivana and Ellen were inseparable: they did everything together. Since they were identical, the two would pretend to be the other only to to their parent's exasperation. Despite their antics, their parents loved them both and raised them to the best of their ability. Though they had low-money, they tried to make sure their kids were happy and had what they needed Luckily, the two were, for the most part, satisfied with having each other. As kids, Ivana would egg her sister on to being adventurous, and Ellen would keep her sister from doing reckless activities. Once Ivana had tried to cliff dive at 13 and Ellen had forcibly stopped her from doing so. They got into a fight but ended up making up a week later.
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At age 16, they both had a wide circle of friends. While Ivana was more gregarious than Ellen, her twin was more charming. The two made up for the other person's flaw which helped them socially. On a hot summer day the twins were at the beach. While Ivana repressed the memories and blocked it out, one thing stood out: Ellen had drowned. At first, Ivana didn't believe it; she expected her twin to pop out and surprise her like she used to as a kid. Ivana fell into a deep depression. She became disconnected with reality. Her grades slipped, she lost her scholarship, and her friends. She had stopped talking to people and wouldn't get out of bed. Instead of sleeping a normal 8-hour schedule, Ivana developed hypersomnia and would sleep at least twelve hours per-day. No matter how hard her parents tried waking her, she slept.Doctors figured she would heal and move on but she never did. Finally after a year, her parents took her to see a therapist who diagnosed her with bereavement disorder. They gave her medication and tried therapy for six months.
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Since she couldn't save her twin, Ivana sought for a means of control in her life and turned to her diet. She controlled how much she ate and began dropping well bellow 500 calories per-day and purging out of guilt when she ate more. Ivana also worked out excessively and would workout in gyms until her parents forced her to come home. She joined cross country in the fall and ran every day; in winter, she joined swimming. The following spring she conditioned for track and field.
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During the summer before her junior year, she continued running and controlling her diet. Concerned, she was checked for eating disorders and was was diagnosed with anorexia and bulimia. She fainted multiple times during training and was found by her friend's (she never ran alone) and taken back home. Her parents had enough and knew she needed more intense therapy and help so they sent her Treewit psychiatric hospital. She is not happy about it either and tried running away but didn't get far due to her lethargy.
OTHER}}
- Loves the color pink and blue.
- Will hide at the slightest provocation of intimidation or mention of death
- Loves bunnies. Win her over by buying her chocolate bunnies and stuffed animals.

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Josephine

Josephine C. Booker

Teenagers • Riot • Me, Myself and I • Monster • Dollhouse

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NAME }} Josephine Clarice Booker
NICKNAME }} J.C. or Josie. Call her Josephine if you wish to be punched repeatedly. Sometimes get called "Moody" but people will recover and say "Moony" instead since she loves the moon and has a love for space.
AGE }} 15.
DIAGNOSIS }} Conduct Disorder | Attention-Deficit-Hyperactive Disorder |Spectaculated pyromania (unofficial). She is known to self-harm.

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{{ Wicked • Flirty• Manipulative • Unsympathetic • Rebellious }}

PERSONALITY }} Hot-headed and hyperactive are the two best words that describe her. They are also two traits that don't seem to have an off-button on her either. She appears well-behaved and polite; only because she knows when to act that way. She'll sooner cut your hand off than be your true friend. She is sneaky and cunning and often does gets away with behavior - well, used to, until she's at the ward. Josie is relentless once she has a goal in mind. She will not quit either. Josephine, all of 5'2, will tear an entire building down once her temper explodes. Her impulsivity can lead her to becoming violent and needing to be restrained. While Josie presumably appears tough-skinned, she is sensitive deep-down. After having an anger meltdown, she'll either become emotional and cry; or she'll become impassive and distant. It makes her unpredictable. She is not someone to go to for comfort or show vulnerability around: she'll pretend to be your friend then chew you up and spit you out when she's done with you. J.C has an immaculate amount of pride and will not let it get pushed around.

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STRENGTHS }}

• Board games. She enjoys playing "SORRY" and "Monopoly".
• Poetry and writing. It soothes her and calms her down.
• She absolutely loves bright colors and will display them no matter how much it bothers people.
• Loves music and art as well. She can paint and is better at that then drawing itself.
• Sports. While she hates participating in them, she will watch them and enjoy it.
• Video games. The Wii is her favorite console.
• She loves heat and fire. Has been caught with lighters before but never has started one yet.

WEAKNESSES }}

• Expressing her emotions and controlling them.
• Hates waiting. Will breakdown if she has to wait longer than an hour.
• Animals. She hates how messy and dopey they are.
• Therapy.
• Singing. She does not enjoy singing or talking much if she doesn't have to.
• She does not like popcorn and hates the consistency and texture of it.
• Hates winter. She hates being cooped up inside and will try sneaking out at every opportunity.

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HISTORY}}

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Josephine's parents, Rick and Maria, had only wanted one child and needed up with a second. While Rick tried persuading Maria into having an abortion, her mother refused. Josie was born to two ungrateful parents and was tormented as a baby. How is unspecific: Josie has no memory and her parents never spoke about it. From the time she could walk, Josie was causing trouble. At first, her parents thought it might wear out - after all, she was just a toddler. It didn't stop however and only grew worse as she aged. Josie often subjugated her older brother to threats and tried to fight him even though she was smaller than him. He managed to fend her off and told their parents which had her grounded for a month.
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It didn't stop her activities. At six, Josie watched her mother cut up chicken with a knife and mimicked the actions on a stray cat. This time Josie was severely punished and grounded. She was unable to leave the house and was checked on routinely and was not alowed to make friends. Unfortunately, Josie found a way out of the house and had gone to the park down the street. There, Josie played with the other kids and ended up being bullied. In her defense, Josie beat the kids up. Her parents found her and decided to take her to therapy; though they hated her, they couldn't do much else about it legally. They verbally assaulted her and called her inapprorpriate names.
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Josephine was taken to a psychologist and given therapy. She could never pay full attention and was always moving around. For this, she was given stimulants which subdued her: but only angered her as she hated sitting still. For a few months, she seemed to behave and her parents thought the problem was fixed. She began stealing non important items and keeping them for her own. She bullied and envied her brother who was treated nicer than she was which only fueled the fire inside of her. When her brother acted out (age 10) and had destroyed household property, their parents blamed Josie. She was furious and lashed out by not only self-harming, but impulsively running away this time for a week. When she was found and taken back to therapy, Josie had anger meltdowns bad enough to have her restrained by doctors.
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Throughout all this she had cut school and left classes; she had bullied other kids and was defiant to authority. Her parents were aggravated with her and kept doping her up with ADHD medication. Nobody found it out of ordinary either: after all, she was a problem child. In school, she couldn't pay attention and kept moving around. She hated sitting and doing work. She was bullied because other kids found it funny that she was never still. Josephine lashed out at them and resulted in anger and emotional meltdowns. She was taken to the principal’s often and given detention.
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Josephine's 13 birthday could not have gone worse. She had threatened friend to come because her parents had set an ultanium: either make and keep friends and act like a normal human being or leave the house for good. Josie, while she terrorized its occupants, did not want to end up in foster care. Her brother had invited people over as well. His friend, Channing, thought it would be funny to give her a lighter since she always loved the candles on her cake. She had played with it and accidentally (as a result of impulsivity) ended up setting one of the kids' hair on fire. The kid was fine after it and had lost some hair and the family cut them off. Her parents had enough and homeschooled her. It almost suited Josie when she found out she could say home but it was worse. The medication was amplified and it numbed her from moving around, but made her too sluggish to pay attention. When she was fifteen and was not making progress in school (though she had a knack for English and science), her parents sent her to an academy for troubled children.
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Josephine only worsened. She made it her kingdom and became a queen bee. She found the other kids' vulnerable and would often make fun of them. After a few weeks, J.C befriended a not-so-nice crowd who found her antics hilarious. Her impulsivity and hormones mixed together badly: she was found having intercourse with other kids and messing around. Teachers and parents had also found alcohol in their system. Josie had found it numbed her racing mind and calmed her down. It made her feel better and she had stopped taking her medication. Her parents had enough and sent her to the psychiatric ward after the incident. She has been there for a month and absolutely hates it.

OTHER }} She hates talking about her feelings and prefers solitude.