Home for the Homeless- A role play

[iLikeMineFried]

(This is my first time ever role playing. I'm sorry if I wasn't supposed to make it that long)

 

[Garjzla]

Emily woke to a familiar voice calling her name. It was Dean, the bodiless entity that had been with her since the accident that took her parents lives. Her foster parents wouldn't listen when she insisted he was real, and not just a voice in her head. "We have to get out of here" Dean said. "They are planning to do terrible things to the residents." Emily rose from a chair in the corner of the room where she had fallen asleep last night, and walked to the only window in the room. "How are we supposed to get out? There are bars on the windows and the guards lock us in at night. I don't even know where we are, all I see is forest. I heard the nurses talking about the forest and they said they were terrified to go out there. I wonder what is out there." Just then, the sound of Emily's door unlocking made her jump. She turned from the window to face the door. "Ah, Emily, you're awake. Time for breakfast" said the nurse as she entered the room carrying a tray. The nurse set the tray down on the table, took a quick look around the room, and left, locking the door behind her. Emily walked to the table and looked at the tray. "Ugh! Not oatmeal again" Emily sighed. There were also 2 orange slices, a glass of milk, and a flimsy plastic spoon on the tray. Emily's stomach gave out a loud growl. "Well, I guess I better eat something." Emily sat and stirred through the oatmeal. It looked the same as it did everyday since she arrived at the homeless shelter. The first bite was bland as always but slightly metallic tasting today. Emily dismissed the thought and continued eating. With her growling belly now silent, she went into the bathroom to relieve herself. As she sat on the cold hard seat, she looked around the bathroom at the familiar walls until something caught her eye, something she hadn't noticed before. It was small, round, and shiny like glass, and up in the corner of the room on the edge of the crown moulding. "I wonder what that could be" Emily thought. Her bladder fully emptied, she stood and washed her hands at the sink. She looked at the small object while she dried her hands on the crinkly brown paper towels. "They see..." The voice made her jump. "Dean! You know I don't like it when you follow me into the bathroom" Emily said. Emily stood on the toilet to get a closer look at the object on the wall. She reached out to touch it, when a loud boom coming from the other side of the wall made her fall off of the toilet. She rose from the floor rubbing her now sore derriere. "Dean, is that a camera? Are they watching me?" Emily asked. "They come..." replied Dean. There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Emily, are you alright?" said the nurse. " I heard a loud bang." "Yes, I'm ok. I slipped and fell on the wet floor" Emily lied as she opened the bathroom door. "Good. It's time to go see Dr. Mythe for your exam" said the nurse. "Why do I need an exam?" asked Emily. "All residents get an exam to ensure everyone is healthy. We can't have sickness and disease spreading throughout the building" the nurse replied. Emily followed the nurse out of the room and down the hallway. The walls of the hallway were covered in burgundy wallpaper with a gold floral pattern, and there was black carpet underfoot. Many doors lined the long dimly lit hallway. They stopped at a door numbered 102. "The Dr will be in shortly, go inside and wait for him" said the nurse. Emily entered into the room and noticed the lack of furnishings. It looked nothing like her room. This room was lighted by a single ornate lamp, sitting on a dark wooden desk. There was an empty leather high backed chair behind the desk, and a smaller chair in front of it. The walls were bare except for another door in the wall behind the desk. Emily sat in the small chair and waited nervously for the Dr.

(You're an amazing writer!

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A nurse approached Thomas as he sat in the lobby with his nose in a medical care book.
"Did you get her?" He asked the nurse with a slightly threatening tone to his voice. The nurse nodded, "Yes, she cooperated very well and is waiting in room 102 at the moment."
"Okay, good." He said and got up, putting the book down. "I do not think I'll be experimenting on her, at least not yet. Just get me a needle, common vaccinations she'll need, the usual."

Thomas walked up the stairs and down a long hallway, reading all of the golden numbers on the doors. He finally reached door 102 and walked in. He saw Emily sitting down in the chair and was glad she hadn't left.
"Hello, you must be Emily? I'm Dr. Mythe." He greeted, holding his hand out to shake her hand. It was best to be friendly with the patients, especially the younger ones, or else something could easily go wrong.

 

[Garjzla]

(This is my first time ever role playing. I'm sorry if I wasn't supposed to make it that long)

(No, it's okay, I really prefer longer posts.)

 

[iLikeMineFried]

Emily sat and looked at the outstretched hand of the formidable looking Dr. Mythe. There was something about him that chilled her to her bones. "NOOOO!" screamed Dean, unheard by the Dr as Emily shakily put out her hand. She briefly shook hands with the Dr before pulling her hand back as if she had touched something electrified. Emily hugged herself and began rocking back and forth in the chair, completely terrified of the man standing before her.

 

[Garjzla]

Emily sat and looked at the outstretched hand of the formidable looking Dr. Mythe. There was something about him that chilled her to her bones. "NOOOO!" screamed Dean, unheard by the Dr as Emily shakily put out her hand. She briefly shook hands with the Dr before pulling her hand back as if she had touched something electrified. Emily hugged herself and began rocking back and forth in the chair, completely terrified of the man standing before her.

"Hm? Are you alright?" Dr. Mythe asked, looking a little concerned. He sat in the chair opposite her and a nurse came in.
"Here are the vaccinations." She said, and set down a blue plastic tray on the table. She paid no attention to the fact that Emily looked completely mortified and left the room, closing the door behind her.

"So, Emily, the nurses are saying that you talk to yourself very often." Dr. Mythe told her, not explaining how the nurses knew that. "Or, are you talking to yourself?"
With all of the people that had died here, he wouldn't ever doubt that there were spirits lurking around. Even if that was a ludicrous belief. He was always one to believe things out of the ordinary, after all.

 

[Flock Master64]

Nathan woke up just as the sun had finished rising. He rolled out of bed still tired and sore from the rough mattress he had slept on. He put walked over to his dresser and put on a fresh uniform and then headed down to the cafeteria for breakfast.

 

[Garjzla]

Nathan woke up just as the sun had finished rising. He rolled out of bed still tired and sore from the rough mattress he had slept on. He put walked over to his dresser and put on a fresh uniform and then headed down to the cafeteria for breakfast.

(You can role play with Mia if you want. She may be a resident, but residents and guards can still talk to each other.)

 

[iLikeMineFried]

Emily looked up as the door opened and a nurse walked in with a blue tray and said something about vaccinations. "Run now!" Yelled Dean. Emily tried to move but fear kept her rooted to her seat. The nurse exited the room without a backward glance. The Dr started accusing her of talking to herself. She was used to it by now, since no one believed her about Dean. Emily dared to look at the Dr and mustered up all the courage she could and began to tell him about her unseen companion. " I am not talking to myself. I am talking to Dean. He has been with me since the accident when my parents died."

 

[Flock Master64]

(Yeah ok )! Nathan got down to the cafeteria and saw it was rather empty. He walked up to the counter and saw he had the same two options as every day, bland oat meal or dry cereal. He took two bowls of dry cereal and two bottles of milk paid for them at the register. He then headed up to one of the patients rooms. He got there and unlocked the door then walked in "Good morning Mia" he said as he set the food down on a small wooden table.

 

[Garjzla]

Emily looked up as the door opened and a nurse walked in with a blue tray and said something about vaccinations. "Run now!" Yelled Dean. Emily tried to move but fear kept her rooted to her seat. The nurse exited the room without a backward glance. The Dr started accusing her of talking to herself. She was used to it by now, since no one believed her about Dean. Emily dared to look at the Dr and mustered up all the courage she could and began to tell him about her unseen companion. " I am not talking to myself. I am talking to Dean. He has been with me since the accident when my parents died."

"Dean? Interesting. Why aren't you afraid of him, if he was brought up by such a...Tragic event?" Dr. Mythe asked with some curiosity. "Why would Dean suddenly show up right whenever your parents died? Why didn't he talk to you before, and possibly, help avoid the death of your parents?"
He started carefully filling a needle with the medicine, and got up, walking over to Emily. He used a small wipe to clean the area of her arm where the needle would go in.
"You can continue talking while I'm doing this, this shouldn't hurt a bit." He told her.