#usingherpurity

[mr-walkers]

((ooc: psa - this is a side blog))

so when I follow you cool people, it'll be my main, alittleintoxicated, following.

Thanks for the follow/excited to follow you and let's play :)

[missnyotauhura]

//Keeping Track

Who I owe:

Ofspaceandlogic (two threads)

my-family-is-my-crew

usingherpurity

(starters from: missadvancedweaponry.)

Honestly I'm drawing a blank at the moment so if I didn't mention you (which is probable) just please send me an ask because I am forgetful and it has been a long, bad week. Thanks! (or even like it or something. Let me know!!!!)

((btw, I will be sending out winners for the contest tonight. No, I didn't forget you guys!))

[weirdwalker]

{ You Don't Own Me - usingherpurity - CLOSED RP }

---------One excruciatingly long month was how long Kit Walker had been falsely placed in the mental institution known as Briarcliff. Each day seemed to pass by slower and slower with the same routines. He would get up and see the doctors that called him in-most recently had been Dr. Oliver Thredson who had been calling him in more frequently for his little sessions knowing that it was all just a game to him. Even though Kit hated being blames for the supposed death of his wife as well as other women he still sat through each session figuring that would be his only way to stay alive. Initially Kit believed that he had to act crazy so he wouldn't be sent off to county or state jail and electrocuted for the crimes he had supposedly committed. However, it seemed as if Doctor Thredson had another view entirely, planning to keep Kit locked up there so he could rot away and slowly go insane to cover his murderous tracks. This session today had gone no differently. Thredson accused Kit of killing Alma saying that he liked it and Kit refused to hear it so he jumped up and exited the room. Sure, he could be setting himself up for more pain than necessary but he wasn't going to sit there and listen to straight bullshit flooding from the doctor's mind based on a case that had no definite evidence linking Kit to the crimes. It made him sick.

In an attempt to cool his nerves down somewhat, Kit walked down to the common room as guards watched his every move making comments about 'bloody face' and dark meat. That made his blood boil but if he wanted to stay a day without being beaten or taken to see Dr. Arden then he had to behave himself and they knew. Finally after a short stride Kit arrived in the common room where a few people were sitting. Grace was off in her corner twirling a cigarette between her fingers and Shelley was showing off some skin to one of the guards in hope of getting a few extra minutes out of her cell for the day. It made Kit want to lash out at the filth they had guarding the building but once again he calmed himself. Besides, Shelley was doing that by her own accord. Taking a seat by Grace he gazed towards the glossed over barred windows wondering what was going on in the outside world. Anything could have happened and their little community inside the asylum would have been none the wiser. Hell, they had a Nazi working for them right under their noses after all. Shaking away his sad thoughts and memories he turned towards Grace and smiled warmly, the dimples pressing into his cheeks.

“Ey ya Grace. Hows life treatin' yous in this hell hole lately?”

He asked in his thickly accented voice before the young French woman responded. She spoke about how the Sister was talking about taking away her kitchen privileges as well as a few other things currently going on. It made Kit frown. Running his hand back through his brunette locks of hair Kit smiled again about to talk before he found himself being yanked up from the seat he had taken by a few guards. They couldn't accuse him of being too close this time because he was at least a full seat away from Grace. Shelley and Grace watched in concern as Spivey snickered in his own corner welcoming a glare from Kit's doe eyes. The guards continued to drag Kit until they shoved him into an office that he knew to be the Sister's. As far as he knew everything was okay around there, having no idea about what had gone down with the possessed boy. Doctor Thredson had lied to the guards telling them that Kit Walker had lashed out at him during their session knowing it would get Kit into trouble with all of the Sisters and possibly earn him a worse punishment for having reacted the way that he did during their little session earlier. As the guards shoved him into the room they restrained his arms and legs to the chair before walking out, closing the door behind themselves leaving him alone in the room with whoever he was brought to see.

“Listen 'ere Sista' Jude. I didn't do anythin' this time. I went to my sessions like yous asked me to. Why am I 'ere now?”

He questioned, gazing towards the large chair that had it's back facing him at the moment.

[ask-chad-warwick]

usingherpurity replied to your post: usingherpurity

i just wanna love you, please tell me you have a skype?!

I do. I'm just in a learning process 

[ask-chad-warwick]

usingherpurity

One of the best Mary Eunice’s I stalked saw. I think we never had an ooc talk, so I don’t know a lot about him.

send me a URL and i will talk about them

[insane-grace]

usingherpurity replied to your post: I’m going to have to make my own Grace gifs.

pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft, I can do it

oh MY GOD I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.

[missnyotauhura]

//I need to keep track

I know I have a shit ton of replies I need to do and all. I'm going to list the ones I'm RPing with:

schntgaitmandauhura (I owe)

ofspaceandlogic (I made the starter btw!)

usingherpurity (OMG I AM SO SORRY I TOTALLY MISSED THE THREAD I POSTED AND YOU REPLYING I WILL GET ON IT AS SOON AS I CAN)

vulcanaries 

captainandsavior (I can't remember if I owe or vice versa)

helloleonardmccoy (that starter I posted forever ago. I need to find it and repost it x:)

captainjamestderp academyjamestkirk (if we still are doing this thread? o:)

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If I missed anyone listed with whom I'm doing a thread with, PLEASE REMIND ME! I have school and work to attend to and I may have lost it or simply forgot. And I am sincerely sorry for that. I try my best to keep on top of things but life does get in the way. I love you all and thank you for being so patient. 

Also, feel free to message me if you want to plot or do a starter! :)

xoxo

[missnyotauhura]

The Mysteries of Briarcliff: AHS Asylum RP (OPEN for AHS RPERS) *Star Trek Crossover*

The birds were chirping and the sunlight shone through the windows as Nyota began to awaken. The bed was soft and plush, and the room smelled of roses. It was the best night of sleep she had ever experienced.

Nyota sat up with a start at the realization that this was not her regulation twin bed. Yet, it was a pillow top queen mattress with wonderful layers of Egyptian cotton sheets. Her confusion increased as she realized she was wearing a vintage night gown and was inside a very dated motel. She frantically searched for her PADD, which had made its way under the bed at some point. There was a message from the Captain, stating that she must investigate the Briarcliff Asylum. She was quite annoyed at the fact he had dropped her here instead of informing her first. Shaking her head, she stood and made her way to the wooden closet doors. Inside were antique dresses; about 1960 era. Nyota raised her eyebrow to the selection and picked out a modest yellow sundress. It was mid length and sleeveless, yet covered her chest. It was an unusual style to her typical wear. However she inquired some information as she researched the time period. It was 1963, and they were located up in the state of Massachusetts. Apparently the Ward used to house tuberculosis patients until the Catholic Church bought it in 1962. Her instructions were to interview the ones in there and require as much information as possible. In the computers current hard drives back home, most of the Manor’s history was never recovered. It was crucial for Nyota to gain as much knowledge of the place as possible.

She wasted no time as she exited the motel and decided to take a taxi. The strange vehicles confused her; however she attempted to remain indifferent. The ride took around twenty minutes before coming across the most magnificent buildings she had ever encountered. She had finally made it to Briarcliff; one of the most mysterious buildings in America. Nyota swiftly made her way toward the building, hoping there could be someone she could talk to.