#operaghostbook

[startingtodayareahost]

What Makes You Tick?

Night Aspen was a young finally full fledged psychiatrist. He had been hired to evaluate incoming patients or anyone deemed not of sane mind. His first patient of the day was a man named Erik. Night knew he was already inside the office. He knocked twice and walked inside " Good Morning Mr. Erik, I am Dr. Aspen." @operaghostbook

[ladamedemartel]

@operaghostbook continued from here: ( x )

The child took his hand and swung it back and forth as she stepped toward him.  She had the decency to look somewhat ashamed, at least for a moment.  “But it was intermission and I got bored.”  she lamented, looking up at the mask.  “And then I got lost.  I tried not to! But I forgot the way back to the box.”  Aurora insisted.  Of course, truth be told she had not tried very hard.  The opera house was simply too much fun to explore. So much more interesting than her father’s box as he praised her brother and left his daughter to amuse herself.  He was probably still going on to his guests about how smart Tristan was.  Her red hair fell into her eyes as she looked down and mumbled: “they probably haven’t even noticed I’ve gone missing.”

[ladamedemartel]

"What happened to make you this way?"

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The tiny read head stopped and looked up at the man.  She didn’t quite know what to say.  “I don’t know.” the child’s voice was small when she spoke.  Aurora had no idea why she was like this, always running off, always getting into trouble.  It wasn’t as though it was her intention, simply an inevitable end.  Her first act had been to kill her own mother, she couldn’t even come into this world without getting into trouble.  Her father, in his drunker moments, always told her that he had known from the time that she was born that she would be a wicked child.  Yet, no matter how hard Aurora tried to behave herself, she never succeeded. 

[starkxsarcasm]

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@operaghostbook

Stiles rubbed his sore neck as he stepped out of the hospital. His eyes felt swollen and dry, that kind of feeling you got after waking up crying the night before. His whole body ached and he just felt like he smelled like an underground tunnel. Probably because he did. 

He had finally resigned himself to heading home for a couple hours to shower and eat, before returning to the hospital bedside of his dad. He knew his dad would be okay, but his nerves were still raw from everything that had happened and it took everything in him not to have a panic attack at not being near him. Making his way to his Jeep, he fumbled with his keys to find the right one, limbs not cooperating. 

[phantomroleplaypositivity]

Hey, would you like to role play with em tomorrow sometime? I do Christine, Erik and sometimes Raoul.

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