Post by jennifer siobhan wright on Sept 11, 2010 10:22:34 GMT -5
welcome to blue river institution ,
[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]</div>allow me to introduce myself. i am jennifer siobhan wright and i am age seventeen. last time i checked, i was female. seeing that i'm here, there must be something wrong with me, right? well, my disorder(s) are: avoidant personality disorder, dependent personality disorder and cocaine dependency. i know, i'm seriously fucked up, aren't i? well with proper treatment, i will get better, right? anyway, i am five and a half feet tall and weigh around one hundred ten pounds. some people say i resemble talulah riley, but i just don't see it. anymore, more about me, right?
basic information ,
[/font][/i][/i] jennifer is just over five feet six inches, and is extremely slim. this is because she forgets to eat, or is forbidden to eat by whoever she has developed an attachment to. she has dark brown hair that is normally in barrel curls, and chestnut coloured eyes. she has long eyelashes, and full red lips. she isn't very curvaceous, but she has average sized breasts, and tends to show them more often than not (usually because she is told to, not because she particularly wants to). she rarely looks at people, and tends to stare at the floor when walking. she rarely smiles, and is usually seen to be shaking for various reasons - fear, shock, shyness or withdrawal being the typical reasons. she is quite pale, and doesn't really have any hobbies that exert her independence.<div align="justify">
name jennifer siobhan wright
nicknamejen, jenny, jay, mouse, anything really
general appearance
sexuality[/i] heterosexual
birthday fifth november
distinguishing features[/i] lobes pierced once, cigarette burns on her arms, occasional cuts and bruises
likes[/i] cocaine, being told what to do, following orders, pain, sex, coffee, company
dislikes[/i] not having anything to do, lack of coke, tea, being alone, spiders
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personality ,
[/font][/center][/i] avoidant personality disorder, dependent personality disorder, cocaine dependence<div align="justify">
patient's mental disorders / disabilities
comprehensive personality / behaviour[/i] jennifer is painfully shy. she rarely talks, and when she does, it tends to be with a stutter, and so quietly that you have to strain to hear her. she was given the nickname 'mouse' by her last boyfriend, who was abusive. she was only separated from him when she was forced by her parents to come to blue river to get help. little did they know that it would only make her worse.
her first boyfriend, whom she started seeing at the tender age of fourteen, got her hooked on cocaine, and now she can hardly go a day or two without becoming someone that really isn't her - she gets violent, and will even occasionally shout at people, although she is more likely to shout at and hurt herself. even if she has just a line a day, she can remain herself, with just a slight tremble revealing her need. he was dominating, and far from finding it a turn off, jennifer loved him more for it. it meant that he made all the decisions, and she just did what he told her to do. she even kind of enjoyed the punishments she got when she did things wrong, although she'd never think of doing anything wrong on purpose.
her last boyfriend abused her in every possible way, and she didn't mind that. she liked knowing what she was supposed to do, liked having a routine, and not having to make difficult decisions. the thing that prompted her to leave him and go to the institution like her parents wanted was when he tied her up on the bed, and released spiders to crawl over her for hours, for no reason. as a punishment, she would have taken it without complaint, but there was no reason for it. she dumped him by leaving him a note on his bed, the day she left for new jersey.
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background information ,
[/center][/font][/i][/i] mother - georgina wright, 36.<div align="justify">
family member names
comprehensive history[/i] when jennifer was born, there was nothing wrong with her. she was a perfect little baby, pleasant and friendly, and people were always smitten with her. her parents loved her, and spent every available moment with her. as their only child, jennifer never had to compete for their attention, and got everything she ever wanted. however, when she was three years old, her mother got promoted, and she was away from home more than ever, leaving her father and various babysitters to watch her. she grew very close to her father, and it devastated her when, inexplicably, her father left just after her seventh birthday.
she grew oddly dependent on her mother, crying when she left for work, clinging to her for hours on end when she got home. in the end, her mother took her to a psychologist, who diagnosed jennifer almost immediately. her symptoms were obvious, and were unlikely to get any better, as there was no real medical treatment for them. the doctor advised georgina to give it time, and sent them away. at fourteen, jennifer was no better, and her mother was beginning to despair. this was when she started to look for institutes like blue river, and when jennifer's attention finally transferred to her first boyfriend.
of her three boyfriends, the last was the oldest, and the worst. she was sixteen when they started seeing each other, and almost immediately, jennifer was back in her normal role, the subservient slave. he would abuse her verbally, mentally and sexually, and she didn't see a problem with that. the only thing that she didn't really like about him was that he would keep her from her drugs, saying they were bad for her. he would take them for her, a sacrifice, he said, and only give her a little when she was on the verge of doing something terrible to get her fix.
it was a big step for jennifer to come to blue river, but she only did it to get away from the spiders. there was no way, however dependent she was, that anyone would get away with doing anything like that to her again. she just wanted to get well enough to be able to say no once in a while. she didn't even really want to cure herself of her cocaine habit.
she has been at blue river for a month, and has yet to make any friends. she doesn't really want friends, though. she wants a master.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]</div>
behind the mask ,
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hi my name is fionn and i am eighteen years old. last time i checked, i'm a chick. i've been rping for eight years and i love it. i found this site on PBS and i must say, it's awesome! so anyway, i live in GMT time and i will be on every day. i currently have this shiny new character and no others. you can contact me through pm or by email, msn or aim. i promise you i have read the rules and i will be a dedicated member to the site!It was the night of Natalia's best friend's birthday. She was the youngest of the group, and would be turning twenty three the day after. As far as she knew, they were all putting on costumes, and bar hopping until they pulled, got drunk, or both. The truth of the matter was that they would all be in the Rouge's Den until at least midnight, when the last stripper and kiss-o-gram was paid and ushered out of the back door. Natalia had also booked pole dancers, magicians (with a twist), and a cake. An extremely large cake with an obscenely attractive man inside it. There was going to be a buffet for an hour, but the event wasn't closed anyone old enough and with ID could walk in off the street. That way, they all had a better chance of pulling. At the end of the night, Natalia would pay the bill, then go home and yell at her father for not letting her have one night on her own.
She had been trying for two weeks to convince him to let her have one night on her own. So far, he had denied her the right. Today was her final chance to try to change his mind before she needed to get ready and decorate the bar, and she wasn't going to waste it. Normally, she got angry and would whine like a sixteen year old not allowed to go to a sleepover. This time, she intended to keep calm and level headed, and would negotiate. Knocking on her father's door, she admitted herself as he requested. "Before you say anything, Daddy, hear me out." Natalia jumped straight in the deep end before she lost her nerve, holding her breath until he gestured for her to carry on. "I put up with having escorts at work, I've stopped going on dates, I can't even walk to the end of the driveway without having one of the boys being there. The thing is, though, Daddy, I can handle myself. I learned the same things that they did, and I'm smaller and faster than them." She paused, keeping eye contact with her father so he knew she hadn't finished. "I'm prepared to have someone pick me up and drop me off if that would make you happy, but I would like to have one night in my whole life without worrying that my private life's going to become gossip for my whole family."
Having finally run out of steam, she stopped abruptly, and waited for her father's response, her fingers toying at her sleeves; the only sign of stress and nerves that she outwardly displayed. Finally, he nodded, and then spoke, in the slow, ponderous way that left no room for error. "Alright, Natalia. You may have this night, as you request, but if anything should happen to you, when we get you back, you will be in serious trouble." His eyes twinkled slightly, the only sign that he was even partially joking. The thing was, though, that he was mostly serious. Edouard didn't joke often, and never about matters of safety. "I shall have Lukas drop you off, and Stefan to pick you up. You tell them the times." With a quick hug and a muttered thank you, Natalia left, more shocked than elated. When she got to her room, however, she was overwhelmed by the idea of freedom.
Quickly, lest her father should change his mind, Natalia got changed into some old clothes that she would go decorating in, chucked her outfit for the night into her bag, and told Lukas to grab his keys. He had already been told that he was dropping Natalia off, but hadn't expected it to be so early. Although he verbally protested, he still helped her to carry her boxes and bags of stuff into his car, and started up the engine without further complaint. He understood that she got frustrated being followed and watched everywhere, and tried to keep conversation light hearted until they got to the bar. As promised, the side door was open, and Lukas helped her to dump everything inside the door before driving off without a parting word. That was how Natalia liked it. It wasn't like she was never going to see him, so there was no need for goodbyes.
Heaving the boxes as if she was entirely human, she dragged everything into the main room. It was strange being inside the bar without music and other people there, and even stranger still, it was clean. Normally when she got there, there were empty or smashed bottles and glasses, and spilled drinks, and fainting women. It was kind of a relief seeing it sterile and ready for the next night. Looking around for the owner, Natalia pursed her lips and put her hands on her hips. "Noah?" She called into the almost cavernous space. She half expected it to echo, but when she got no response, she shrugged and bent over a box, pulling out decorations. Her jeans were tight, conforming perfectly to her curves, and her t-shirt was cropped, showing off her tanned and toned midriff, barely managing to cover her voluptuous chest. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and into her face, but she ignored it as she pawed (not literally) through the box, looking for the tape that she was almost positive she had put in there.
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