Post by Arthur Kirkland on Apr 22, 2012 20:02:57 GMT -5
She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do do, oh yeah
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust
Down
I need a fix cos I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cos I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun, mama
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun, mama
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun
Well, don't you know happiness is a warm gun, mama?
Do do do do do do do do, oh yeah
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust
Down
I need a fix cos I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cos I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun, mama
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun, mama
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun
Well, don't you know happiness is a warm gun, mama?
Name: Arthur James Kirkland
Country: England
Date of birth: April 23rd
Age: Twenty-three
Likes:
+Tea
+Music
+Magic
+The Supernatural
+Rain
+Literature
+His imaginary friends
+Embroidery
Dislikes:
-The French
-French food
-Americans
-American food
-His family
-His magical friends being made fun of
-Coffee
-Arrogance
-Ignorance
Diagnosis: Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Intermittent explosive disorder, Schizophrenia, and Paranoid personality disorder
Voluntary/Involuntary hospitalisation: Involuntary
Months/Years hospitalised: Four months
MSN: Feel free to PM me to ask for it.
AIM: PM me.
Yahoo: N/A
Sample journal:
Dear Elizabeth,
I cannot tell you how dreadful today was. Oh bother, I don't even know where to begin. I suppose I should at least write down the things that annoyed me most today.
To start off, the nurse gave me the wrong blend of tea so I sent her back to fetch me Earl Grey. It took her forever to bring the tea back and when I took a sip, it was freezing cold! She probably forgot about me; that figures. So, I sent her to get me a new cup of tea that wasn't cold as Antarctica. She certainly is an incompetent woman...
Anyway, I think what bothered me the most today was being around the other patients. I don't like any of them. Elizabeth, I'll tell you, there is absolutely nothing wrong with me. Therefore, I should not even have to be in the same room as some of these idiotic patients. I mean, even my dear Bunny agrees with me.
I shouldn't have to put up with any of this nonsense.
With love,
Arthur
Sample RP:
Arthur stared at the four walls of his room just like every other night. Everyday, every night, it all seemed to be the same thing, over and over again. He didn't necessarily have a problem with that, since he did not particularly care for change, but being cooped up in his room seemed to bother him the most.
He missed being home and although he would never admit it out loud, Arthur did miss his family as well. Arthur missed sitting in a meadow, on a windy July day having the wind blow through his hair. He missed the days where he could curl up in his room and only listen to the sound of the rain as he read his books.
However, he knew nothing would be that "normal" anymore. Yet, Arthur was convinced there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. There was no need for him to be a patient in the hospital. All his magical friends agreed with him; he was absolutely normal.
He hated everything in the hospital and had no intentions of making friends. After all, even the mighty Arthur Kirkland may even feel slightly guilty for leaving any new-found friends when the doctors come to their senses to let Arthur out.
All those dreams of escaping, they would all just have to wait. For now, Arthur would be stuck in the hospital till... whenever.