Title: The Oblivion Room
Description: a place for self-injuring 'freaks'
Description: a place for self-injuring 'freaks'
yessie! - June 16, 2008 11:29 PM (GMT)
Welcome to Frederiksburgh
So now you're in Frederiksburgh, a small town with no real state and no real association to the rest of the world. As far as you're concerned, Frederiksburgh can be just about anywhere a small town can be. Within any town, there are the 'freaks', those that are just not ____-enough for the world they're a part of. For the residents at the nameless Frederiksburgh facility, self-injury is their poison.
People ages 16-30, male and female, can enroll or be enrolled at the facility's programs. It's kind of nice actually, living amongst others that can share in the hell that has become your life. Whether you cut, scratch, drink, have an eating disorder, have a personality disorder, or some combination of the above, the entire facility is based around you.
Now it sounds cheesy and all, but it's actually quite nice. Four floors and a wide open campus, plus access to the town on weekends and some nights for 'supervised' activities. At least, they claim to be supervised. What's so bad then, you may wonder? Well, "The Oblivion Room".
The facility's building is rather new, only a few years old with that lingering scent of fresh paint and new carpet. However, the property atop which the facility was built, is ancient. Before the facility was built, an old insane asylum rested atop the property which dated back to the 1800s. There have been rumors that ghosts of the long-deceased 'freaks' come back to haunt the place. But, what has most of the resident's frightful, is the Oblivion Room itself.
The room is rumored to be where you go when you're beyond all hope. When you're told it's time to 'go home' and say your last goodbyes before being admitted for the rest of all eternity. The last thing you want to do, is be sent to the Oblivion Room. It's only a rumor, right? I mean, there can't possibly be a room that swallows your soul into oblivion...
So now you're in Frederiksburgh, a small town with no real state and no real association to the rest of the world. As far as you're concerned, Frederiksburgh can be just about anywhere a small town can be. Within any town, there are the 'freaks', those that are just not ____-enough for the world they're a part of. For the residents at the nameless Frederiksburgh facility, self-injury is their poison.
People ages 16-30, male and female, can enroll or be enrolled at the facility's programs. It's kind of nice actually, living amongst others that can share in the hell that has become your life. Whether you cut, scratch, drink, have an eating disorder, have a personality disorder, or some combination of the above, the entire facility is based around you.
Now it sounds cheesy and all, but it's actually quite nice. Four floors and a wide open campus, plus access to the town on weekends and some nights for 'supervised' activities. At least, they claim to be supervised. What's so bad then, you may wonder? Well, "The Oblivion Room".
The facility's building is rather new, only a few years old with that lingering scent of fresh paint and new carpet. However, the property atop which the facility was built, is ancient. Before the facility was built, an old insane asylum rested atop the property which dated back to the 1800s. There have been rumors that ghosts of the long-deceased 'freaks' come back to haunt the place. But, what has most of the resident's frightful, is the Oblivion Room itself.
The room is rumored to be where you go when you're beyond all hope. When you're told it's time to 'go home' and say your last goodbyes before being admitted for the rest of all eternity. The last thing you want to do, is be sent to the Oblivion Room. It's only a rumor, right? I mean, there can't possibly be a room that swallows your soul into oblivion...