tw slavery. the-institute-rpg is a group that fetishizes SLAVERY, please take a look at their plot it is absolutely gut wrenching. to top it all off, they've been around 4 years now and nobody called them out on their bs?????
there are literally so many fucked up things here i don’t even know where to begin with it. @the-institute-rpg needs to fucking choke. all their admins and members can choke.
Might I begin with, I do NOT harass Dalgaard. I check up on it. I do not send anons unless I feel the need to. My anons are not hateful, rude, or anything of the matter. I rarely send them. Are we clear?
My girls and I don’t send anons every ten minutes to piss you guys off. Want to know how we’re feeling?
You guys made US out to be the bad guys. We apologized, and we stepped up and said we were wrong in leaving the way we did. I suppose we can blame this on anons, as well. It was assumed immediately that every anon was us. Guess what? It wasn’t.
We are not the bad guys, but if you guys want to insist upon us being that, we will fight back. It’s not in our nature to stop and take bull anymore. We stand, and we fight, together. Like true sisters do.
Have you ever stopped to think, maybe some people didn’t like Dalgaard or the way it was run? Maybe some other people honestly creeped it from time to time, noticed things, and commented on anon? People who weren’t us? You guys never doubt that when you get a nice anon saying “I’ve been watching this RP and it’s sad to see it go”, yet when it’s hate, it’s automatically assumed it’s us. That’s complete bull.
We’re people too, you know. We don’t want to spend all our time on this website fighting. We’re content with our little NYC roleplay where we do whatever we want to our characters, whenever.
I am not the bad guy, I do not aim to be the bad guy, but I will defend myself if I must. Understand?
He heard the gun shot, his hand being shattered while Jared's ears were filled with a ringing sensation. Sky's frantic eyes were filled with emotion as he pulled the bullet out of Jared's hand. The dark eyes were filled with mostly fear and sorrow. Jared looked down to find where the bullet had penetrated his hand's fragile skin. As the reality slowly began to set in, his body was found to be shaking profusely, only Jared didn't notice in the slightest. The smell of irony blood filled his nose, and his heart picked up it's pace. His mind was so furious, he had to remind himself to breathe. The wound was bleeding profusely after the bullet had been retrieved by it's administrator and Jared's right hand held the left tightly in attempt to minimize the blood flow. A light headed sensation set in as the reality finally grasped Jared's mind. Time passed slowly, and yet so quickly at the same time... Dorm neighbor's faces, blurred but still somewhat recognizable. Finally, the medics arrived before Jared's reality faded into unconsciousness.
Jared's eyelids began to flicker open to reveal the bright blue irises beneath them. As his pupils began to adjust themselves to the fluorescent lighting of the hospital bed he was laying in, Jared's mind finally began to reenact what had just happened to him. No, it was not a dream. Yes, he was in the hospital. Jared's body wasn't in shock anymore, his eyes quickly darting down to his left hand to find it completely wrapped in gauze and other such bandage materials. Some pure boy really had shot him in the hand, and something bad really had happened to Celia in order for such a scene to have occurred. Jared was really having a hard time wrapping his mind around everything, trying to recollect what had been real and what had been a dream after he passed out. It was then that he realized that Rune really was still in the hospital, Marlow really was still pregnant, he really had broken up with Ray, and now he had a bullet wound and broken hand, not to mention he was missing work because of it.
“Shit..I gotta call work...” he thought to himself, the words surprisingly falling from his lips at the same time, just as his nurse walked into his room.
“It's all right, Jared. Everything's been covered. We contacted the school and the cafe, and you should be all set for the next few days,” the brunette haired woman in purple scrubs explained to him softly. While Jared was out, the nurses had given him some pain medication in order to lessen the searing pain that was more than likely shooting up his arm from his hand. “How are you feeling?” she inquired, quickly darting throughout the room to different things. A cupboard, a chart at the end of his bed, some paperwork on a desk, his bedside to check his pulse, and IV drip. Jared shrugged.
“As good as expected in these circumstances, I suppose...” he answered. She smiled and nodded.
“You're a tough cookie, aren'tchya?” she said. “Alright, we're gunna need you to come with us for a few minutes to take some X-rays and check out the damage to your hand real quick. We're gunna assess the situation and make a few decisions,” she began explaining, removing the ivs from his arm and pressing some buttons on his bed so it propped him up a bit. “As for surgery, you will be needing it because the bullet wound most definitely shattered some of the bones in your hand, we're just not sure exactly how severe it is... We'll be keeping you over night tonight and depending on how surgery goes tomorrow will determine when you can return to your dorm and back to work and classes.”
Jared found himself chewing on the side of his cheek as she explained everything to him, nodding as he stood up to follow her into the room where the x-rays would be taken. Shortly after the nurse had him take the x-rays, he was back in his hospital bed, reattached to the iv drip and so forth. She came back in a short time later to explain to him that the bones in his hand hadn't been shattered quite as bad as expected, so the surgery would take a bit less time than estimated, however, it was going to still be a rather complicated procedure and that Jared should get some rest. She gave him a cup of water to drink but no food considering the anesthetics called for an empty stomach, and because of said restrictions, they couldn't start the procedure until the evening to ensure that Jared wouldn't be sick.
After the nurse left, and he was alone to fall asleep, Jared found himself a bit restless. Not only was he in pain despite the medication, but he had so much more on his mind. Rune, Marlow, Micah, Celia... Hours ticked by before he finally passed out due to his extreme exhaustion. If he hadn't been that tired, Jared imagined himself not falling asleep at all that night. He had too much on his mind, but more than anything, he wished he could go up to the quarantined area where they were holding Rune. It had only been a few days since Rune had been shot himself, and he was being quarantined for having been stricken with tuberculosis. So much shit had gone down the past few days, it was ridiculous. Talk about a series of unfortunate events...
His dreams were wild and vivid. Jared found himself blaming the medication when he finally woke from his deep sleep. The nurse greeted him brightly, checking everything once over while asking him how he was feeling again. After he replied the obvious response which was fine despite my broken hand, she told him that his surgery was scheduled for 7 p.m. and if everything went well that he would be able to go home that night. Despite Jared's longing to be in his own bed once again, he was a bit uneasy about going back to the room where it had happened. To see his dorm neighbors and have them crowding him, inquiring as to whether he was okay or not, seeing the blood stain in the carpet, reminiscing the entire event. He shook away the thoughts, turning the television on to rid his mind of the nonsense.
The time moved slowly, Jared checking the clock every five minutes it seemed. Nothing good was on TV, although he never really watched TV anyways. If he had a moment to even touch his television at home, it was being used to play video games. Since the paramedics took him out while he was unconscious, Jared didn't have his cellphone with him or his laptop, not that he could really use either very effectively with one hand anyways, but he at least wanted to call Marlow and tell her what was going on, or Celia to see if she really had lost her memory.
The surgery seemed quick, however, it had taken quite a few hours. Jared woke to find his nurse once more. She smiled sweetly to him and gave him some water. "Here you go, sweetie," he told him, holding a straw out for him to drink from. His eyes wandered to his hand after he had taken a sip, finding it in a cast that ran halfway up his forearm, but was mainly found around his hand in order to support it all and hold it steady in order to heal. "Bone grafts," she explained when she saw his eyes curiously examining the appendage. "It went well, Jared. Our only concern for you will be how quickly your body will take to healing and how soon you will be able to use that hand to do strenuous things once more. We recommend that you come often for physical therapy treatments, especially after it's healed and you're ready for the cast to be removed. There's a possibility, also.. After it heals, you may have some serious problems up the road with that hand. Things such as a tick or possibly some shaking issues that will not be resolvable," she explained, sad to have to be the one to break the news as well as apologetic towards him that he had to go through it.
Jared nodded his understanding and was sent home the next day with instructions on how long to keep the cast on for as well as explaining that he couldn't get it wet. He'd have to go talk to his manager about a different position for now if not an elongated period of time off of work in order to heal. Lastly, he was sent home with a bottle of Ibuprofen for the pain and told him to give them a call if anything out of the ordinary happened.
Jared was actually relieved to be out of that hospital and back in his dorm. He checked his phone to find a series of missed calls and texts from numerous people. Marlow, Ray, a few others. He'd felt bad that he hadn't called them while he was in the hospital, but perhaps it was better that they didn't worry too much about it anyways, not when they had other things to worry about. Especially Marlow and worrying about Rune. Jared told himself that he'd give them a call after he woke up from a much needed nap since he found he had trouble sleeping in those hospital beds. Just as he closed his eyes, however, his phone's ringtone went off, revealing an unknown number. Eyebrows furrowed, he proceeded to pick it up. "Hello?"
A man's voice spoke on the other end of the line, but he couldn't really pinpoint who it was: "“Um, is this Jared Harrington?”
"Yes... Who is this?" he asked, feeling instantaneously sympathetic for sounding so rude and impolite, but he had just spent the past two nights in a hospital and he wanted to sleep.
“Hey, it’s Collin. We’ve, we’ve talked a few times before.." the other voice responded. Jared's mind quickly fit the pieces together.
"Oh, hey Collin.. Sorry, I'm just a bit tired.. Uh.. What's up?" he inquired, curious as to not only why Collin was calling him considering, as he had stated, the two had only talked a few times before, but also why the boy sounded so distraught.
“Actually, um, as much as I want this to be a courtesy call, it, it isn’t.” Collin sighed into the phone. “I don’t, don’t know if you heard, but. Rune p-passed away yesterday at around ten-am. I know, I know you were a friend of his. I thought I should call. You know, just to let you know.”
Jared's breath caught in his throat. It couldn't be. It just...It wasn't possible. Jared shook his head, holding back tears while denial ran through him still. “Uh... Th...Thank you for letting...me...know, Collin..” he breathed deeply, his eyes clenching shut once again before he felt pain shooting up his arm once again. He didn't realize it, but he had been unintentionally moving his left hand in his anguish. “Is... is there going to be a fu... a funeral then?” he managed to choke out.
“I’m not, not sure w-what’s going on with, with that. Austin is going to deal with it. You know, when he’s ready. Um. Did you have any other questions?”
“Course... When he's ready...” Jared repeated, but his brain couldn't fathom how anyone could be ready to bury their friends, let alone their family. Quickly, his mind raced to Micah, however. “Wait... What's happening with Micah??” he quickly inquired as he came to the full realization of what that meant for the poor orphaned girl.
“No, Micah, Micah’s fine. I’m actually her father now if you can believe it,” the slightly shaky voice replied, giving Jared a bit of closure in that matter at least.
“Wow... Well, Collin... I know that's a big responsibility that's been laid upon you...” Jared started, knowing he wouldn't be able to do it had he been asked to be Micah's father. He's be scared shitless. “I'm really relieved that she's being looked after by someone as nice and seemingly responsible as you. Seriously, though, if you ever need help with her... babysitting or anything, please, feel free to give me a call,” Jared told him, knowing that more often than not, people didn't usually take him up on his offers, but he really did hope that Collin would call him if he needed someone to babysit Micah, especially now that Rune was gone.
“Thanks Jared. Um. I’ll try to keep you updated on, on things,” he replied, a melancholy tone on both ends of the line.
“Th...thanks again, Collin. It really means a lot that you called me...And yeah... Keep me updated,” Jared nearly begged in his tone. The two said their goodbyes and with the “call ended” text on his phone, Jared felt himself staring off into oblivion. He stood only to find his knees couldn't hold him. In fact, his entire body had seemingly lost it's entire support system. He found himself in a submissive position on the floor, knees and shins laying flat across the carpet as his face lay between his forearm and his new cast, his nose against the carpet as he broke down weeping for the loss of his dear friend.
He felt nothing but defeat, now. He'd lost his family, he'd lost his first love and now his best friend. Nothing else was going right either. Marlow was going to have a baby at sixteen, Celia had lost her memory, Micah had lost her parents, Ray was out of the picture, and now he had basically lost his job considering he wouldn't be able to actually work with a cast on for however long. Everything was going to shit. After what seemed like forever, whatever will power he had left in him dragged him off the floor, finally. His eyes were bloodshot and pained after having cried for however long. He went into the bathroom, relieving himself before eyeing his Ibuprofen on the counter. How easy could it be to just down the whole bottle, and get it over with? He knew he couldn't though. People were depending on him to be their rock through this whole thing.
Jared looked at himself in the mirror, a single tear falling from his eye and seeping into the cotton of his t-shirt. At first he asked himself what he'd become before his mind switched over to Rune. Jared wracked his mind for answers and any relief he could think of, but the anger that came over him was too much to bear. He let out a pained growl before punching his right hand through his mirror, glass shattering everywhere while his knuckles bled into the sink. "Why did you have to go??" he shouted, running the bloody fingers of his right hand through his hair. "Rune!" As the angelic man's name escaped Jared's mouth, agony came along with it. The salty tears sprang once more from his eyes as he cried once more, blood all through his hair. "Why?" he asked again, this time in a softer voice, but the emotions were still in his voice. Pain, anguish, sorrow.
Time passed, Jared had cleaned up the glass and the cuts which would scar his hand for life. He rinsed his hair out in the sink carefully so as to not get his cast wet before he took one of his Ibuprofen pills to now take care of the pain of his recently fixed broken hand as well as the deep gashes along his knuckles. After things simmered down a bit, Jared numb from the mix of emotions, he climbed into his bed and managed to dissipate into a slumber. As he slept, however, he dreamed of Rune in Heaven, his wings large and beautiful as they always had been, now open and free at all times. He looked happier, full of life and love. The angel flew to Jared, in his dream, offering a hug before smiling that warm and hospitable smile that Jared knew and loved, a dimple on his left cheek. He told Jared to miss him, but to not be sad. Just as he basically had in real life, only now, he really had passed away and Jared had to take the advice. He couldn't be in denial anymore. Rune was home now, where angels truly belonged, and Jared realized that now. He smiled and nodded before his dream faded away, and he awoke to a new day. The sun was shining through the window and an actual smile pulled at Jared's lips. He knew that the sun's morning greeting was most indefinitely coming from Rune, and that Rune was watching over all of them now, and that gave Jared the best and most comforting feeling he'd had in a long time.
