Post by Rosie on Jan 25, 2010 1:15:34 GMT -5
{Rosie}
Position Patient
Disorder Paranoid Delusional, potential Schizophrenic
Personality Rosie tries to be nice. She really does, but she just can’t. She’s a bit scattered, one moment she can be rocking and mumbling some old song, the next moment she could be in hysterics. Though when she’s not in a manic state, she enjoys drawing or coloring, but not with the color red. Art is the only time when she seems to become completely coherent.
History A long time ago, Rosie lived happily with her mother, father and sister: Posie. They would spend their days playing in their beautiful garden. Every Saturday afternoon they would all go to the local park and have a pick nick by the pond, under the old oak tree. It was ‘their spot’ as Posie put it one day. Whenever they would go to the park their mother would tell them a story about the different flowers and their adventures. Those where the days when they where all so happy.
But then the sickness came.
It started slowly at first. Their mother would forget where she put things: a cup here, a hair pin there. Their father passed it as a simple mistake. But it then it got worse. She would forget where she was going, what room she was in, why she had gone into the room in the first place. And it kept getting worse, until all she would do was wander and look out the windows.
Then she began to cough, slightly at first. But as she lost her memory, it became a hacking chesty cough as though her lungs where trying to escape.
Eventually their mother just stayed in bed. She would just lie their and cough. Occasionally she would start to talk of the flowers.
One day she began to cough blood. A terrible violent coughing, that seemed to echo through the entire house.
Posie would often come into Rosie’s’ room at night and they would hold each other and cry. Sometimes Rosie would tell her sister stories. Stories about the flowers at the park and Posie would sleep for a while until her mother would begin her coughing again.
And one morning their mother never woke up.
After the funeral, their father tried to take care of them, but he couldn’t handle it. And that is when they went to live at the orphanage.
It was terrible. They where barely fed, and if they complained they where beaten. They would play with the rats when they where bored.
The other children where the worst part of the orphanage, they tormented the sisters, with their taunting. They would steal their food, get them into trouble, blame things on them, push them into walls or chairs and once or twice they had been pushed down the stairs.
But one day they went too far. They circled around Rosie and Posie and began to sing: “ring around the Rosie pocket full of Posie ashes ashes we all fall down” Over and over and over.
Rosie couldn’t take it anymore. She felt something inside of her mind break. She would make them pay; she would make them all pay.
Family mother- deceased, father- location unknown, sister Posie- Location unknown
Origin Ring around the Rosie
Gender Female
Appearance she tends to be very dirty. The once bright greens of her dress and yellow of her apron have since faded. Her hair is very messy and likes to get frizzy. Her dark blue eyes tend to dart around and never seem to really focus on anything. Though she has shoes in her picture, you will more likely see her barefoot. If you ever managed to get her to bathe she would be covered in different scars.
Likes Silence, her sister, her doll, being left alone, flowers and drawing or coloring
Dislikes other children, loud sounds, the color red, sickness, mean people, being touched when she doesn’t like things
Roleplay Sample Rosie sat in her room holding her beloved doll: Posie.
“It’s okay Posie. Don’t cry any more…I’m here. I’ll keep you safe. No one will ever hurt you as long as im here. No body….no body…..NOBODY!!!” She rocked side to side as she held Posie to her cheek and pet her worn out hair.
She muttered to the doll occasionally giggling and petting her as gently as a regular person would pet an animal.
Her eyes darted around the room frantically. She pulled the doll close to her chest, as se began to pull herself against the wall.
“GO AWAY!!! GO AWAY!! NO!!!! NO!!!” Rosie covered her chest with one hand and with her opposite arm she clawed at the invisible attackers.
She picked herself up and stood on the remains of her bed, which she had tossed and torn to bits in a prior fit, she attempted to climb the walls. Her little hands reached for the ceiling, they grabbed for something anything that might help her escape her tormentors.
Her blue eyes peered back again as the quick clicks and gruff metal on metal screeching signaled her door opening.
She ran over to the corner farthest from the door.
“Miss are you awake? Its time for your treatment,” The nurse slowly crept over to Rosie, who was facing the corner.
“I didn’t do it!! I didn’t! I swear! They’re all lying!!” Rosie began to cry and rock again.
“Rosie, it’s me.” The nurse forced her around and looked at her.
Rosie’s eyes went to the direction of the nurse, but she wasn’t sure if she really saw her. Her dark blue eyes where so beautifully vivid. The fear seemed to scream out from inside her, and then something else pushed through.
“Oh hello…. Is it that time already?” Rosie stood up and wiped her eyes.
“Yes dear it’s that time, hold out your hands.” the nurse pulled out a pair of hand bindings.
Rosie put out her hands and looked at the floor, where her beloved Posie sat. The nurse shackled her hands and one of her feet. This was always done to prevent her from attempting to escape or hurt herself.
“I’ll be back soon Posie!! I promise!” Rosie followed the nurse out of the room; she strained her neck to get as long a glimpse as possible.
Other Info she usually has a doll she calls Posie. She thinks of it as her sister and is obsessed with taking care of and protecting it. Even if she got to see the real Posie again it is unknown if she would even know its her.
Position Patient
Disorder Paranoid Delusional, potential Schizophrenic
Personality Rosie tries to be nice. She really does, but she just can’t. She’s a bit scattered, one moment she can be rocking and mumbling some old song, the next moment she could be in hysterics. Though when she’s not in a manic state, she enjoys drawing or coloring, but not with the color red. Art is the only time when she seems to become completely coherent.
History A long time ago, Rosie lived happily with her mother, father and sister: Posie. They would spend their days playing in their beautiful garden. Every Saturday afternoon they would all go to the local park and have a pick nick by the pond, under the old oak tree. It was ‘their spot’ as Posie put it one day. Whenever they would go to the park their mother would tell them a story about the different flowers and their adventures. Those where the days when they where all so happy.
But then the sickness came.
It started slowly at first. Their mother would forget where she put things: a cup here, a hair pin there. Their father passed it as a simple mistake. But it then it got worse. She would forget where she was going, what room she was in, why she had gone into the room in the first place. And it kept getting worse, until all she would do was wander and look out the windows.
Then she began to cough, slightly at first. But as she lost her memory, it became a hacking chesty cough as though her lungs where trying to escape.
Eventually their mother just stayed in bed. She would just lie their and cough. Occasionally she would start to talk of the flowers.
One day she began to cough blood. A terrible violent coughing, that seemed to echo through the entire house.
Posie would often come into Rosie’s’ room at night and they would hold each other and cry. Sometimes Rosie would tell her sister stories. Stories about the flowers at the park and Posie would sleep for a while until her mother would begin her coughing again.
And one morning their mother never woke up.
After the funeral, their father tried to take care of them, but he couldn’t handle it. And that is when they went to live at the orphanage.
It was terrible. They where barely fed, and if they complained they where beaten. They would play with the rats when they where bored.
The other children where the worst part of the orphanage, they tormented the sisters, with their taunting. They would steal their food, get them into trouble, blame things on them, push them into walls or chairs and once or twice they had been pushed down the stairs.
But one day they went too far. They circled around Rosie and Posie and began to sing: “ring around the Rosie pocket full of Posie ashes ashes we all fall down” Over and over and over.
Rosie couldn’t take it anymore. She felt something inside of her mind break. She would make them pay; she would make them all pay.
Family mother- deceased, father- location unknown, sister Posie- Location unknown
Origin Ring around the Rosie
Gender Female
Appearance she tends to be very dirty. The once bright greens of her dress and yellow of her apron have since faded. Her hair is very messy and likes to get frizzy. Her dark blue eyes tend to dart around and never seem to really focus on anything. Though she has shoes in her picture, you will more likely see her barefoot. If you ever managed to get her to bathe she would be covered in different scars.
Likes Silence, her sister, her doll, being left alone, flowers and drawing or coloring
Dislikes other children, loud sounds, the color red, sickness, mean people, being touched when she doesn’t like things
Roleplay Sample Rosie sat in her room holding her beloved doll: Posie.
“It’s okay Posie. Don’t cry any more…I’m here. I’ll keep you safe. No one will ever hurt you as long as im here. No body….no body…..NOBODY!!!” She rocked side to side as she held Posie to her cheek and pet her worn out hair.
She muttered to the doll occasionally giggling and petting her as gently as a regular person would pet an animal.
Her eyes darted around the room frantically. She pulled the doll close to her chest, as se began to pull herself against the wall.
“GO AWAY!!! GO AWAY!! NO!!!! NO!!!” Rosie covered her chest with one hand and with her opposite arm she clawed at the invisible attackers.
She picked herself up and stood on the remains of her bed, which she had tossed and torn to bits in a prior fit, she attempted to climb the walls. Her little hands reached for the ceiling, they grabbed for something anything that might help her escape her tormentors.
Her blue eyes peered back again as the quick clicks and gruff metal on metal screeching signaled her door opening.
She ran over to the corner farthest from the door.
“Miss are you awake? Its time for your treatment,” The nurse slowly crept over to Rosie, who was facing the corner.
“I didn’t do it!! I didn’t! I swear! They’re all lying!!” Rosie began to cry and rock again.
“Rosie, it’s me.” The nurse forced her around and looked at her.
Rosie’s eyes went to the direction of the nurse, but she wasn’t sure if she really saw her. Her dark blue eyes where so beautifully vivid. The fear seemed to scream out from inside her, and then something else pushed through.
“Oh hello…. Is it that time already?” Rosie stood up and wiped her eyes.
“Yes dear it’s that time, hold out your hands.” the nurse pulled out a pair of hand bindings.
Rosie put out her hands and looked at the floor, where her beloved Posie sat. The nurse shackled her hands and one of her feet. This was always done to prevent her from attempting to escape or hurt herself.
“I’ll be back soon Posie!! I promise!” Rosie followed the nurse out of the room; she strained her neck to get as long a glimpse as possible.
Other Info she usually has a doll she calls Posie. She thinks of it as her sister and is obsessed with taking care of and protecting it. Even if she got to see the real Posie again it is unknown if she would even know its her.
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