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St. Helen's Hospital - Survive the Night Horror RP || Freeform Edition

SyrianHamster said
There were a lot of players on sign up, so the post flow was bound to be rather rapid. You always get those who drop out, or lag behind. The ones that bother to catch up are the ones worth keeping, in my opinion.

Yeah- true, true.

St. Helen's Hospital - Survive the Night Horror RP || Freeform Edition

Kinda feel bad for those who've got a lot to read now when they catch up.

St. Helen's Hospital - Survive the Night Horror RP || Freeform Edition

Some guy out there by the cars...

No. Nope. Not good.

The first thing Dean had picked apart from the time they had arrived was that there were no other cars or vehiclesbesides their own. The hospital grounds held only trees and obscurity. Not a single bike, either. And plus, the hospital, having held maniacs back in the day, was built quite far away from civilization in order to keep the townsfolk at ease. They were basically in the middle of nowhere, and Chad seemed to have spotted someone else that wasn't part of their group. Wonderful... Dean sighed.

He didn't want to think about the possibilities. They were honestly too much for him to bear, and if anything, at least they were a pretty big group with a decent amount of burly people to take on anyone, or anything, that happened to come their way.

Dean left his mind to wander anyway-

He perked up immediately after realizing that some of them still haven't even arrived. That was a good thing because 1. Maybe that guy out there was actually with them- and 2...

Nope. There was just that. Dean held onto that hope and shook away the feeling of dread that had clung on to him ever since he had stepped on to the hospital grounds.

"Anyway, here's the music. Go crazy."

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WinterNightSky said
I've posted :)

Awesome. Just gonna wait for the next sub-event so my next post can follow up. \o/

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WinterNightSky said
Sorry 'bout that! Been busy with school preparations. It starts tomorrow. I'll write a post now :)

Haha, no problem- understandable.

/patpat/

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LetterA said
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-7 years later-

Alois still has his arm out for a handshake from Harumi...

The Dark Half | Character Bin

Al

Al bears many scars from his imprisonment (on his back), and frequently looks at them as grim reminders of how inhumane humanity itself can be. He stands at 6ft. tall with a lean, formidable build. He wears his bangs loose and never pins it up unless it's being bothersome. Inheriting golden with a hint of green-ish hue eyes from his parents, they'd always been the most noticeable part of his face and happen to be the one thing he's proud of.

He prefers wearing light-weight clothes, adding an extra jacket or cardigan depending on the weather. He favors a certain pair of black trousers as they allow him space to move around in- and look unarguably stylish.

>Height:

-6'0 ft.

>Build:

-Lean, formidable.

>Eye & Hair Color:

Blonde hair with dull, golden eyes.

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>Full Name: Alphonse 'Al' Donovan

>Nickname: Al

>Gender: Male

>Age: 18

>Mythical Being:

>Abilities:

>Secret:

>Sexuality:
-Pansexual

Al

A sheltered, lonely child. Alphonse was born with a gift (or rather, a curse)- one that he couldn't and is still not able to understand. Dismissing this fact throughout almost the entirety of his life, he felt he had earned the right as a human being to be able to go out into the world and experience the presence of other people besides his own parents. He had grown tired of them spoon-feeding him from day one, and soon after began to seek refuge away from them.

Al had never completely understood the reason as to why his parents shut him away from the rest of the world, needless to say he had never appreciated them for depriving him of friends and playmates- simple things a child like him should have been allowed to have.

Consequently, Al had detested them. He hated the way they would leave him alone in the house with nothing but the TV to keep him company for a week. He loathed the way they would chase away the people or little kids that tried to talk to him- he was completely sick of the way they had pushed everyone away from him without his consent. After all, it was his choice to make, so why were they making them for him?

Another thing Alphonse hadn't grasped during his teenage years was that they had been trying to protect him all this time. Those people who tried to "befriend" their son? They had found out about the curse he was blessed with, so they came over to throw their insults and jabs. His parents understood, Al didn't. They knew secluding him from society would be the only way they could protect their son from harm, even if he ended up hating them.
Not so long after his 17th birthday, he was finally of legal age to move elsewhere. Alphonse took the chance and went straight for it- with no knowledge of what the world felt about creatures like him, he packed his bags and delved head-first into a chaotic shit-pool. None can say it was his fault, though. His parents were the one who'd chosen to keep this information from him.

Fast forward to 3 months later: Alphonse was stuck in a dank, cold chamber cell handcuffed to the wall. He had been given leeway to wash himself three times a week, had cold porridge (with extra salt on the side, courtesy of the cell wardens) and usually spent his nights curled up on the metal floors, crying himself to sleep.

His own actions had gotten him there, he understood. Normally a person would try to get out, but no. Alphonse took it personally and beat himself up frequently for ending up so ignorant. Soon enough, his self-pity turned into anger and that anger turned into something else.

One day a certain now-deceased cell warden had decided to poke his head in and pay a little visit to their beloved, abnormal captive. Al saw this as his golden chance- and snapped the unsuspecting warden's neck backwards. Luckily that day had been a good day, not many soldiers on duty as the prison he was being held captive at had been going through a recession; due to one of the staff resigning as a result of having one of his fingers bitten straight off by another captive. Al escaped, leaving a trail of bodies on his way as a sort-of parting present.

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After his escape, he lived on his own for a while. Once word got around that he had escaped and ransacked the prison, the humans had conducted a little search party. It wasn't publicly confirmed, but it was natural that he'd have to somehow pay for all those officers' necks he'd snapped. During this time, a mysterious academy that went by the name of 'The College of Three Sisters' had sent him a letter inviting him to the premises. They offered him a place to stay and knowledge that could help him find out exactly what he is, and what his earlier aggressors had captured him for. Also, being obscured from all of humanity, it offered him a place to hide.

It was the ultimate getaway for Al, he knew it. Before jumping to conclusions, however, he decided to take his time in filling out the information needed and thinking about his choice- contrary to what his previous lifestyle had been like, impulsive and irrational. After all, those are what have gotten him into trouble in the first place. A few months later, Al signed the acceptance letter, information attached. Using the address given, he sent it through post and awaited the invitation that was to arrive before the day he'd have to leave for CTS.

Alphonse was hyped. Everything would be provided for, all he'd have to do is discover what he is and be diligent in learning how to cope. He was definitely ready.

Family Bond, Aunt Jima

With his crammed studio having been directly above an elderly woman's- accompanied by three cats, he had grown accustomed to her frequent visits and viewed her as the supportive, friendly parental figure he's never had. Aunt Jima is what he called her, a stout old lady who'd taught him some manners and how to stand up straight. His positive qualities derive mainly from her. Al is eternally grateful for everything she'd done for him, even if to her it wasn't much. If it wasn't for her, Alphonse wouldn't be the kind, decent young man he is today.

-P E R S O N A L I TY:

>Pros:
-Empathetic
-Playful
-Honest
-Logical

>Cons:
-Distrustful
-Swears
-Thick-skinned
-Holds a grudge

>Theme Song

St. Helen's Hospital - Survive the Night Horror RP || Freeform Edition

The Trip

St. Helen's hospital of the Criminally Insaaa~aane. Dean mused. He had fallen asleep in the car during the first few minutes of the trip, and was jolted awake due to all the sudden swerves. Oh great, just great... he clutched his stomach as his nausea began to rise up. He was never one for long road trips. Mentally cursing himself for agreeing to tag along to this meaningless getaway, he curled up into fetal position in the backseat and leaned his head back for maximum comfort.

Reaching the destination

Finally after long, painful hours of trying to keep his stomach from acting up again- they had reached the forsaken hospital. The towering fences were enough to make Dean feel uneasy, in all their rusty glory.

Chad led the group around the grounds, rambling on about how this party was going to be the shit.

As they made their way through the fences, a dreadful revelation had popped up in his head. Going to an abandoned hospital, in the wee hours of the night... where people have died from god-knows-what, a-a-and all those people that died here- all those patients... we're going into it with booze- and our parents have NO IDEA we're here.

He placed a hand on his forehead as he began to get dizzy with that thought. Normally he wouldn't let rumors get to him- but one look at the damn building would've been enough to make anyone piss their pants a bit; granted they were fully sober. The air had begun to set heavily around them. The whole situation had him drained already with a palpitating heart that threatened to burst out of his chest if he didn't run back to the car.

But he didn't. Fuck it, right? Two words: peer pressure. Dean wasn't going to be backing out anytime soon. He had already gone through the "don't be such a pussy, dude" discussion with Chad earlier. So he left his fears behind and decided to endure whatever came next as they entered what seemed to be the lobby.

The inside wasn't any better. In fact, it was five times worse.

Most of the paint had peeled off the walls hinting at the building's age. Sofas, chairs and tables were toppled over by who-knows-what and the ceiling lights were dangling from above. What troubled Dean the most was the dust- he was allergic to dust. And whaddya know? Dust covered almost every goddamn surface in the building, as expected. He took off his sweater and tied it around the bottom-half of his face to shield it from the dust, revealing a white dress-shirt underneath.

Dean glanced at Chad, who for a few seconds looked equally as troubled after taking one look at the run-down place. Heck, it wasn't even run-down. Everything there looked way past its expiration date- even though furnitures usually don't have one, that was how bad it looked.

Chad plopped down on one of the benches that creaked terribly when he did. He pulled out a beer from the pack and took a long swig of it. As soon as he lit his cigarette and started to hack away, Dean chuckled. As usual, still trying for the ladies.

"Do you guys really think drinking is a good idea? Also, Chad, if you can't smoke cigarettes properly, don't smoke them."

"Amen to that." Dean muttered under his breath as he leaned against the wall cautiously.

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A few cork pops and lit cigarettes later, Dean had grown worried. Manson was nowhere to be seen. Soon enough, boredom took over. He brushed Manson off and focused on something else that had been bugging him. Since they knew he wasn't planning on getting drunk or getting laid, he questioned himself as to why they even decided to bring him along.

Probably to talk the police out of sending us to juvy if ever we get caught. he nodded his head lightly.

He groaned quietly and he popped his neck. Lazily, his eyes set on the wall across from him.

You're already dead. Oh, woop-de-fucking-doo. Dean's stoic expression turned into a frown. God, everything about this place just screams that something terrible's gonna happen. Why oh why-

"..how about the cafeteria? Probably isn't as fucked up as the lobby." he heard John finish. Dean dusted off his sweater quickly and stayed close to the group as they began to make their way to the cafeteria- wherever that was. They probably wouldn't even be able to tell. Nonetheless, Dean wasn't going to get left behind.

Almost simultaneously, Manson had caught up with them. Dean breathed a silent sigh of relief from the back of the group.

"Did I miss anything exciting?" Manson asked, flustered from almost getting left behind.

"Nope, nothing at all, other than beer." a slightly surprised Chel responded.

"Yep. Few beers and few cigarettes, nothing interesting. We seem to be heading to the cafeteria," Dean glanced at Chad- "so don't get left behind again alright? This place just spells bad vibes." he emphasized the last two words before motioning Manson towards the group.

Well, here we go...

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CoyoteKisses said
AW MAN THIS AnImE is 26 episodes long ! bye

Y YOU GOTTA DO LIKE DIS

Ryu said
... What... what am I reading?...

"I don't like cats"

good sir
how dare u have a personal preference!