Home for the Homeless- A role play

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"Alright, but I want to wait a few days first to gather somethings and maybe help some more of these poor people out of this place"

"Okay, sounds like a good plan." Mia said. She was so excited to soon leave, that she completely ignored the fact that there were probably some odd things in the forest, since she was always hearing some kind of scream or growl.
 
Dr. Mythe went into the basement with the cage of rabbits and planned on doing experiments with them. Sometimes, when the amount of patients was running low, it was nice to have extra animals handy.
 
Emily woke to pitch blackness. If it wasn't for the soft downy bed spread under her, she wouldn't have known where she was. As she lay there in the blackness, her mind began to race. "Dean was my brother, he was tortured to death by Dr. Mythe, Dean tried to warn me but I ignored him. The Dr believed me about Dean- he knew he was real! He was a patient here too! The treatments that were performed on Dean will happen to me too if I don't get out of here." Emily leapt from the bed and ran across the room to the light switch. She felt her right foot collide with an object and heard a clatter as the object went skidding across the oak wood floor. Almost immediately she felt her sock get saturated with some kind of liquid. She flipped on the light and let out a scream as she looked at her red stained sock. That didn't look right, blood was darker red and this was almost an orange color. The object that she had kicked was a soup bowl, now laying under the chair in the corner of the room. Someone had brought her a meal and left it on the floor next to the door. The liquid turned out to be nothing other than a bowl of tomato soup. Feeling foolish, Emily retrieved the empty soup bowl. When she put it down on the table, she noticed something stuck to the bottom of the bowl. It was a key! "I wonder what this opens, it isn't for the doors, they require a key card. Who sent me this key, and the paper earlier? Is someone trying to help me escape this place?" Emily wondered.

For the next two hours, Emily searched her room for anything that might help. She looked everywhere. All she found was a linty penny under her bed and some tomato soup residue she missed when cleaning up the spill. She sat down in the chair and was reminded of her fall from the toilet this morning when pain shot through her tender bottom. "The small shiny black object on the bathroom wall! How could I have forgotten that!" Emily bolted up from her seat and carried the chair into the bathroom. She climbed up and the object was now reachable. She reached out and poked it. It was solid and smooth. She grasped it with her fingernails and pulled. It came free with a tail of wires behind it. "It's a camera! They have been watching me this whole time!" Emily muttered to herself. Emily yanked the tiny camera free and jumped down from the chair. She threw the camera in the toilet and flushed it down.

She turned off the bathroom light and was halfway out the door when she heard a thump on the bathroom wall. She went back in and put her ear to the wall listening intently. Another thump. "Is someone there?"Emily called. No reply. Emily gave the wall a hard pat with her hand. Nothing but silence followed. Emily returned to her room and lay back on her bed twirling the key between her fingers, examining it and wondering what it would open.
 
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Dr. Mythe left the basement and approached Nathan.
"Nathan, could you stop patrolling for a second, please? I need to speak with you." He said, the request sounding more like a command.
 
Name: Janette Foster
Age: 28
Gender: female
Personality (optional): Flirty and flamboyant; confident, sometimes overly; patient and outwardly sweet, but can be very demanding and condescending if she chooses to be
History (optional, but preferred): Janette's parents were wealthy philanthropists. Among all their charities and meetings, she was very forgotten, despite being their "precious, angel of a daughter". She was raised by various nannies throughout her life, but each never stayed long because she refused to listen to them. Finally, Nanny Mayer came when she was 11 and straightened Janette out with a few harsh words and a ruler. Her parents refused to listen to her about Mayer's cruel behavior.
From 11 to 18, Janette was kept under the close eye of this woman, the ruler always close at hand. The day Janette turned 18, she forced her parents to listen to her and remove the nanny from their home, which they did after long debate. Not long after, Janette was sent to nursing school because her parents thought it a good career for her. Through college she was a good student, making top of her class and always being the teachers' favorite.
Near the end of nursing school, Janette became an orphaned millionaire, the result of a house fire that killed her parents. She was strangely more ecstatic that sad. Straight out of school with a nursing degree in hand, she returned to the lot her parent's mansion had been on and sold it. She put her millions in savings, except for a chunk that she donated to a Dr. Mythe from school to help in the very philanthropist-like act of building a hotel for the homeless.
Picture/description:
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Medium height with a graceful figure; pale; long brown hair; blue eyes;
Staff member? (yes or no, what position): Nurse
Girl/boyfriend, married, open?: Open
Username: Silkiecuddles
 
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