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Quiet [Adeline] « Thread Started on Jan 9, 2008, 11:09am »
The pencil moved over the paper, back and forth, shading in now he had finished drawing. Stoke was out of the art room, out of this asylum, off in his own world. He was drawing away paying no attention at all to the world around him. He was dressed today in a dark red long sleeve top with a short sleeved black shirt over it. His black jeans were neither skinnie or baggy, just some were in between, covering most of his black and white converse.
Today he was drawing a scene form Tim Burtons Edward Scissorhands. God could he draw, it was near enough perfect, he paused to look at it. Edward and Kim, arms wrapped round one another, his hands almost touching her, but not quite. It was his favorite movie, he had a bit of a thing about Tim Burton movies but that was by far the best one. Usually he would enjoy drawing a lot more then he was right now. He had a few things on this mind other then shading in Edward's messy hair. Mostly Amanda, his alter-ego. She hadn't made an appearance in 6 days now. Usually she would take over there body at least once a day. She spoke to him pretty much constantly in his mind during the time that he was in control. Being alone in his head was not something Stoke was used to.
Maybe he had been cured. Was Amanda gone? Stoke wasn't sure what he thought of that idea. Sure she was just part of him but with his ability to shape shift, when she took over she could change into her own form. It just made it so easy to think of her as a real person.
He shook his head and tried not to think about it. She would most like show up soon. If there was one thing he knew about Amanda it was that she was a stubborn bitch. It would take more then some asylum to get rid of her.
Re: Quiet [Adeline] « Reply #1 on Jan 16, 2008, 4:47pm »
Her light figure floated in and out of the rooms as she wondered this lonely place, Isabella was lonely..but maybe it was because she was a ghost...or maybe it was because she didn't let many people get close to her...or at least close enough to know her secret.
As she entered the many rooms, she noticed a boy...he was alone and he seemed to be deep in thought. She wanted to be known to him...and yet he looked so...so confused then she didn't want to bother him.
Izzy pondered this for a moment before she coughed lightly letting her presence be known to him...this would also allow him to decide if he wanted her to stay...or just keep going, it was really all up to him.