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Apr 2, 2015 22:27:20 GMT
Post by Callum Worthy on Apr 2, 2015 22:27:20 GMT
This thread is open but I'd like Adam GriffinCal stared blankly at the wall. The academy has been taken over. The academy has been taken over. He repeated it over and over in his head, still in shock at what he has heard. That's when he went insane. He went into the main room and kicked the end-table, breaking it in half. He screamed insanely. "Ahgghhhhggggggh!" He banged his fists on the door, which wouldn't break, and kicked the walls. He shattered a vase, and he was losing all self-control. What hurt even more was that he had no-one that loved him, no girlfriend, no parents, no nothing. (Adam can you make a girl for Cal. She'll be a: Tannish girl with brown hair, who's a little bit bad-girl, but very nice with a good sense of humor.) |
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Apr 4, 2015 16:22:42 GMT
Post by Adam Griffin on Apr 4, 2015 16:22:42 GMT
(...I'm still a bit skeptical if I should. Me, and Kat have made girlfriends for your characters, and they end up being inactive/dead. I'm starting to get tired of having to make relationships with your wasted girlfriends. This is your LAST CHANCE. I'll make a character shortly.)
Adam was about to go rest in his room, when he heard rather loud sounds coming from Dorm 14. The noises didn't seem to stop, so Adam decided to go calm whoever was making such a racket so he could sleep.
Knock, knock. "Hey, are you okay?" asked Adam worriedly.
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Apr 5, 2015 2:15:45 GMT
Post by Callum Worthy on Apr 5, 2015 2:15:45 GMT
(I know, it's completely optional. And good to know everyone hates me...)
Callum took a deep breath, and began to calm down. "Yes... no... I don't know..." Callum was beginning to lose control again. He was officially declared a few days ago as sorta mentally unstable, and he was diagnosed with MDD, major depressive disorder.
"Hey, you can... you know... come in, if you want to. And it wouldn't really hurt if I had someone to talk to." Callum walked over to the couch and buried his head in a pillow, trying to silence some screams.
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Apr 5, 2015 20:23:56 GMT
Post by Adam Griffin on Apr 5, 2015 20:23:56 GMT
(Chase, if I hated you, I wouldn't have given you another chance.  ) Adam sighed, and realized the situation. "Hey, you can... you know... come in, if you want to. And it wouldn't really hurt if I had someone to talk to." "Thanks," thanked Adam. "I think I can help you, uh, with your problems...maybe." He walked into the room, and sat down in the couch, careful of the broken vase pieces. |
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Apr 5, 2015 23:23:10 GMT
Post by Callum Worthy on Apr 5, 2015 23:23:10 GMT
Callum looked up when the man came in. He eyed him as he sat down on the couch. "What do you mean by: 'I think I can help you with your problems'?. I don't think anyone can help me with this." He said, shaking his head. "I have been mentally scarred. I am going.... i-i-insane!"
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Apr 6, 2015 14:25:41 GMT
Post by Adam Griffin on Apr 6, 2015 14:25:41 GMT
"Let me rephrase that...I think I can help you calm down." restated Adam. "So, do you have a reason for your...'insanity'?" Adam wasn't a dignified therapist, but he was an understanding person, so he wouldn't solve people's problems as their "Mental Doctor".
He would solve their problems as a friend.
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Apr 6, 2015 14:35:28 GMT
Post by Callum Worthy on Apr 6, 2015 14:35:28 GMT
Callum nodded, slightly disappointed. So he can't help get rid of it. "I know how to calm down!" He said, his voice rising. When Adam asked why he was insane, he just looked at him, irritated.
"What do you think? I'm not safe anywhere. These assassins are killing everyone off. 24 people are dead, because of them! "
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Apr 10, 2015 23:01:36 GMT
Post by Adam Griffin on Apr 10, 2015 23:01:36 GMT
Adam sat in silence, raising an eyebrow at Callum's ironic statement. He held his hands in his lap, trying to be as mature as possible.
"What do you think? I'm not safe anywhere. These assassins are killing everyone off. 24 people are dead, because of them!"
The 18-year old closed his eyes, and sighed. He wrung his head to the floor, his jet-black hair hanging from his head. "I know." Adam muttered out.
Adam lifted his head, to look up at Callum, and continued. "I'm like this too. I can't sleep, I can't think, heck, I was going to try calming down before I came in here!" Adam was standing at this point, having an agitated expression stuck to his face. "But, yeah. Sometimes, I just like to remind myself that there really are only two assassins in the entire academy grounds. And they mostly hang out in the forest, so that's kind of a relief, right?"
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