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[Muse [Okami obsessed]]

Plot --

HF has plotted against the city of Wish for quite some time. Now some members are falling ill, and HF claims he has the cure. So four citizens decide to go to him and get it, all of whom were his supporters in the past. A day later, they disappeared.

These four were reported missing, and many blamed it on the illness, while a few of them blamed it on HF himself. HF, however, was brainwashed, and confused, had decided to make a better use of his life. This frightened the members.
They admitted him to a Mental Institution (where one of the four is staying; You get to choose) far into the city. Now HF has completely lost his mind, and found his silly disease to be working against him.
He was found dead in his cell a few weeks after admittance.

Now, in reality, the four hadn't been kidnapped, and hadn't been killed. Instead, they were forced into a place very unlike Lewis Caroll's Wonderland. There were four levitating doors, each calling to the members for some unspecified reason.

So begins the tale of Neverland.

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Form --


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Name;
Gender;
Physical Appearance;
Personality;
One of the Four?;
Other [Is there something I'm forgetting?];
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[World's Sexiest Poop]

^{Name; Ningen
Gender; N/A
Physical Appearance; Tall, about 5"11, with short black hair and at an average weight. She likes to wear interesting clothes, such as bondage items skinny jeans with prints and graphic shirts and such.
One of the Four?; Sure.
Other [Is there something I'm forgetting?]; She's extremely perverted and a master of innuendo}

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[Dustfeather]

^{Name; Dust
Gender; Female
Physical Appearance; Dust is around average height (5'5") with very think shoulder-length medium brown hair and pale grey eyes. She has a long fringe that covers her eyes, but can still see. She rarely makes eye contact when she talks to people and usually looks at the floor instead. Also, she is usually seen wearing black, and tends to dress casually.
Personality; A reclusive character, Dust has very few people she trusts. She is paranoid, and seems to think the whole world is against her. She will talk to people but never look directly at them (except for the few she trusts), and has a surprisingly low voice. Something in the past scarred her for life, but no one - perhaps not even Dust herself - knows what.
One of the Four?; Sure Um.. you know you said we get to choose which one is in the mental institution.. well, would it be okay if that was me? If not, it's fine. =]
Other [Is there something I'm forgetting?]; Not that I can think of. If you want I'll give you more info on my personality and stuff.}

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[Muse [Okami obsessed]]

Dream and Dust accepted.

If you don't mind wearing a straitjacket, you'll be the one imprisoned in the Institution. -Works on first chapter-

[Dustfeather]

Sure, I don't mind. Yay ^_^

[||Gloomses||]

^{Name; Gloometh
Gender; Female
Physical Appearance; Brown hair, strong build, lots of scars for her work with vampires and the fights she gets into. Large indigo wings, sometimes feathered, sometimes dragon-like (change when she sleeps) and cat-like features, such as white cat ears, black fluffy cat tail with white tip, icy blue cat eyes and cat teeth. Evil, calm, very smart. Overporective of Adder (ABW). Loyal to few. Wants to take over Ww and then the world.
One of the Four?; Sure!
Other [Is there something I'm forgetting?]; PERSONALITY!!! Doesn't eat meat and follows Gloometh Law. Has nine lives. (seven left)}

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[Muse [Okami obsessed]]

-- chapter one

This is an article published in the Wishian Daily Newspaper on Feburary twenty-second, 2009.

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On Feburary third, 2009, a man claiming to be “HF” ended up being tranquilized as he stood beside the well in Town Square.
Many frightened citizens watched in awe as the man was taken away by the doctors of Wish Mental Institution.
But before this, four citizens, former HF supporters, had walked up to the man after he'd claimed he had the cure for the disease going around.
All four disappeared, and it was presumed that they were kidnapped.
“HF” resides at the same Institution where the workers had come from, admitted for “hallucinations” and “identity crisis”.

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Darkness slid down every hall-way, a result of the black-out which had only occured a moment before. Rain pounded on the glass roof, drumming to the beat of banging on the walls, coming from patients locked in their rooms without straitjackets.
Presently, a tall girl walked down the hall-way, holding two candles in both hands. She'd delivered the rest to the other workers, knowing that they would have taken them to other patients' rooms.
Unfortunately, they were stuck with the more potentially-dangerous patients.
She herself was being forced to deliver candles to those who were restrained by their straitjackets.
The first candle was taken to an Agoraphobic's room, whom had accepted it cheerfully, and the next was to be delivered to a delusional man -- the one she knew had been in the paper.
The female hurried through said patient's door, set the candle down, and asked calmly, “How are you today, HF?”
No response.
Yesterday she hadn't gotten an answer, either.
Curious, she crept over to him, demanding he talk to her, but he refused by keeping his head lowered, face shrouded in shadows. His legs were crossed “Indian-style”, and he had his back against the white wall. His thin frame trembled, worrying the worker.
She tucked her fingers underneath his chin to lift his head, and unbuckled his straitjacket, certain he wouldn't do anything. The man had been acting confused since he entered the asylum, and hadn't promised to harm anyone like many of the other patients would have upon being interrogated.
And that was the third thing the man had been terrorized by since he'd been contained. Interrogation. The others demanded answers, but the calm citizen asked nothing of him. She could tell he was his -- and the Agoraphobic's -- favorite.
She lifted his arms out of the jacket, and when she felt them, she noticed the heat radiating off of his body, and beads of sweat which collected on his forehead.
If it was so hot, why was he shivering?
She decided to ask the question she asked of depressive patients: “Thumbs up, thumbs down?”
Again, HF didn't answer.
Her hand instinctively rested on his forehead, where her palm met with extreme heat.
Why was he shivering?
He bit his lip, drawing a drop of blood which splattered his chest.
His eyes were narrowed, clouded with pain, and his shoulders back, rigid.
“HF?” She moved his bangs from his eyes, and saw tears forming around the edges of his bloodshot gaze.
The man collapsed onto his side, hands over the spot where his heart was.
At this moment, the worker was practically hyperventilating. One of her friends had gotten sick just like this, but she wasn't sure it was the same thing. Was it the disease HF had said he had the cure for?
Her eyes widened, and she found herself screaming.
It probably was.
She grabbed his wrists, feeling for a pulse.
A shallow plunge pounded against her finger-tips, and her face contorted with fear. He wouldn't -- couldn't survive a trip to the hospital, which was fifteen minutes away.
Nervously, she pressed on his chest, and began to push down to get his heart back up to normal speed. She felt tears stream down her cheeks, and suddenly realized: this was bad.

As she cared him down the hallway, she could feel her heart hammering against her chest, and she didn't find herself vocalizing as she ran past her superior, who immediately ran after her. She stopped at the end of the room, her eyes fluttering closed.
She dropped HF back onto the floor, and her superior eyed her with an eyebrow raised.
“What happened?”
“He...”
“No, I mean, why did you take his straitjacket off? Why did you allow him to be free?”
“He collapsed! He has a fever! It's the epidemic, I swear!”
“Put him back in his cell nonetheless. It's better if he's dead.”
“But...”
She obeyed after recieving a glare from her superior, sprinting back to the man's cell and laying him down in the middle of the floor.

The next day when she felt for his pulse, nothing tapped against her finger-tips.
HF was dead.

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[Dustfeather]

EPICEPICEPIC. <333


I'll edit my form in a moment, to include personality. =)

[||Gloomses||]

Thats epic!

Very epic.

I love it!

[Moonflower]

Is it too late to join if not here is my forum


Name; Jessica Hope Wishes but you can call me any thing in my name
Gender; Female
Physical Appearance; A 16 year old girl that is about 5'7 and has brown hair with blonde streaks and electric blue eyes
Pets- Has two cats named Tanglefur and Loudfoot and one dog named Mudmask and a wolf named Blue-eyes
Personality; Calm Caring Loving all that good stuff but she gets grumpy easy
One of the Four?; Can she be? If she can yes!
Other [Is there something I'm forgetting?]; Her weapons are her Spear, Mind, but she uses her Dagger, Boadicea the most and her Sword Bloodbiter

[Muse [Okami obsessed]]

I'm waiting until we have more people, for the record. That's why I've not got Chapter One up.

Jessica accepted.

[blood]

^{Name; Blood
Gender; Female
Physical Appearance; She is average height and weight. She has thick red hair and pale blue eyes. Her pale skin is covered in freckles
Personality; Shy and reclusive. Smart but doesn't talk much.
One of the Four?; No
Other [Is there something I'm forgetting?]; Vegetarian}

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