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Post by Edward on Dec 28, 2012 21:00:49 GMT -5
A young boy wandered about, afraid and confused, unsure of why he was in such a terribly unwelcome place. This was not a friendly place, this was not a place with familiar faces, this is not a place where he belonged.
On second glance, one would realize that it was not a young boy worriedly scurrying, but rather a young man, frightened into appearing far younger, aided by the eternally youthful face he possessed. This young man went by the name of Edward, and he had been locked away where men and women without minds, seen as a social danger, are locked away. He was locked away because of a... deformity, if you will; Edward had several pairs of scissors in place of hands.
The public could not necessarily be blamed for the horror they felt upon seeing the man, as bladed hands were unconventional enough to be the sign of a madman. However, the reality of the situation was that Edward was a mild mannered man, one who simply "wasn't finished." Upon noting the fact that the youth meant no harm, though, he was still locked away. It just made everyone else feel better.
This led to Edward, alone and confused, pacing about a small white room with a single door with a single window. He didn't know what he did wrong. He didn't know why he was here. He didn't understand.
"I... I didn't..." the words died on Edward's lips, as he didn't know how to explain a situation he didn't understand to begin with.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Dec 28, 2012 23:34:44 GMT -5
Bright colors suddenly appear through the single window in the room, but they quickly pass. Then, all of a sudden, they return again before they drop down instead of moving forward.
"Why hello there, I haven't the faintest clue why you would be in such a place as this, so let's find something that is a little bit airier and friendly-ier than such a place as this. What do you say and how do you do?"
The words quickly fly out after the door quickly flies open to reveal a very brightly colored man in apparel, hair, and even his complexion. The discoloration and unusually large eyes would take anyone aback and make them assume the man was not well, but his joy and assertion behind his words would make anyone also assume the man must have some sense about him, even if simply of a theatrical sort.
"Oh my, oh my, where are my manners?" the brightly colored man in the brightly colored hat suddenly cried out, donning an expression of one who has just realized they have left their tea kettle boiling after having left their home. He moved away from the now wide open door and came up to the room's solitary occupant. He reached out as if to grasp his hands, but upon realizing the ailment the boy suffered from, without pause, he transitioned to simply grabbing onto a wrist and shaking his arm rapidly in greeting.
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Post by Joon on Jan 3, 2013 2:13:58 GMT -5
Joon sighs pacing her padded room right next to Edward's, 'Is he talking to himself or just mocking me?' She frowns and crouches in the corner, "If you are mocking me it's not funny!" she shouts rocking back and fourth. Ever since she was taken away after her breakdown on the bus she'd had a shorter and shorter fuse since she wasn't allowed out of the room except when she started shutting down on herself, not eating and all that. She hadn't smiled in almost forever.
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