FLYNN, deja, PATIENT

DEJA MONIQUE FLYNN !


PATIENT.

MONSTER HOSPITAL
CAN YOU PLEASE RELEASE ME?

YOUR NAME: ZACKATTACK.
YOUR AGE: 16.
OTHER CHARACTERS: NONE. Yet.
CONTACT INFO: Through your mom's vagaga. (or PM)
HOW DID YOU FIND US? UHM, I dunno.

I FOUGHT THE WAR
BUT THE WAR WON'T STOP

FULL NAME: Most call me Deja. But it's Deja Monique Flynn.
NICKNAMES: Who the fuck still uses nicknames?
AGE: I'm twenty two.
GENDER: Female.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: I can go both ways, but I'm mainly attracted to men. I love testosterone.
HOMETOWN: Good 'ole hell-bent San Francisco.
MEMBER GROUP: Patient.

HOLD MY ARMS DOWN
I'VE BEEN BAD, I'VE BEEN BAD

HAIR COLOR/STYLE: I used to have long hair, but I blacked out one night. I woke up and it was gone. It's black.
EYE COLOR: Blue. They've gotten paler though.
HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5"5'/100 pounds.
BODY TYPE: Well...I'm skinny. Very skinny.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Only distinguishing feature I have is a small tattoo of a heart on the bottom of my upper arm. And the scratch marks on my arms.
FACE CLAIM: Alison Nix.

BEAT HIM HANDS DOWN
THEY PUT A LITTLE LEAD IN, IN HIS HEAD

LIKES:

1. Hallucinations. They're better than reality. Want to join me?
2. Cigarettes. Just a puff away from happiness.
3. Confinement. Who the hell wants to deal with people all day long. Gross.
4. Musty books. There's nothing like reading a book written a hundred years ago.
5. The smell of formaldehyde. I'm just used to it.
6. My mother. Even though she's a crazy bitch. I guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.
7. Sex. I craze it constantly.
   

DISLIKES:

1. give
2. Hot weather. That's one way to kill me.
3. Myths that clearly not true.
4. Fluorescent lights. I'm getting sick at the thought of them. Damn flickers.
5. Writing. It's pointless if no one reads it.
6. Animals.

HABITS/QUIRKS:

1. People say I twitch a lot. I don't really notice.
2. I usually talk in short sentences. I'm not a conversationalist.
3. And another thing: I whisper to myself. I think I'm talking to my future ghost.

FEARS/WEAKNESSES:

1. The idea of dying with someone. I believe everyone should die alone, with their own head.
2. Wave a couple of pills in front of my face, and I'll blow you quicker than you can moan.
3. Getting out of this place. I apparently can't handle the outside world.

ILLNESS:

To make a story short, I'm addicted to prescription pills. I still am and I'll always be. No damn hospital can fix it, but it does help a little. Oh yeah, and the doctor says I have an "overactive imagination".

PERSONALITY:

1. COLD HEARTED: I'm a bitch, but more than most people.
2. SPACEY: Where was I? This can often get me into trouble.
3. ADDICTIVE: I just love what I love, and I want more of it. Give it to me, and I'll show you the world.
4. DAYDREAMER: The doctor says it's just me hallucinating, but I beg to differ.
5. WEAK: Little things break me down. I can't take too much criticism.
6. APATHETIC: You only live once. So why should I care?
7. SIMPLE: I don't need much. A quick fuck, a book, and some pills is all I need. None of that "American dream" shit.
8. INFLUENTIAL: Just like I get addicted, people get addicted to me.
9. UNSTABLE: I don't even know what kind of mood I'm in now. The doctor says I change moods to quick which results in my lashing out.
10. CURIOUS: Everyone should wonder how the world works.

YOU'LL ASK YOURSELF
WHERE IS MY MIND? WHERE IS MY MIND?

IMPORTANT FAMILY: Just my mother. I often forget her name. She doesn't call me anymore.
HISTORY:

Well, it would be a lie to say that I wouldn't be here if I had a good past, but there are people here who are rich but fucked up more than I am. Before this place, everything was a blur. Grow, change, yell at my mother, sleep with older man, scavenge for drugs. At a young age of fifteen, drugs are easy to find. It's like finding a diamond ring in a jewelry store. But less shiny and more fun to play with. I started a "trade" when I was about eighteen. It goes simply like this: sex for drugs. Drugs for sex. Either way, I was addicted to both. I would do it during the day so my mother would think I was working. I didn't need money. We were well-off as a middle-class family. My dad died when I was five, and he left a tiny profit behind. My mother got "sick" and decided to just live off the money he left behind. By "sick", I mean stressed out because her daughter was a drug prostitute. The riskiest kind.

Then, I found myself in a shrink's office, twitching like crazy.

He kept asking me questions like: When did you start, how did you start, does your mother support you? I told him to shut the fuck up and prescribe before I cut him. It was then that I knew how to control people. With anger. After that, I pretended to be all cleaned up to my mom, but she still sent me so I could help with my "after effects". It was the same routine: listen to the shrink bullshit and hearing that sweet golden pen write my high on a piece of paper. That's how it was.

Know how I said before I got here, it was all blurred. Well, the night before I got picked up from the streets is BURNED in my head. It was when my mom said, "You're a mess! You're a fucking mess! Get out! Get out of my sight you little whore!" that I knew it was time leave her life before I turned her into a clone of myself. Dumb, insane, worthless. So I left. I figured since my "trade" was dying down, I could just live on the streets, begging the straying pimps for a home. Some are generous to run half-way houses. But I asked the wrong one. And I still have the bruises to prove it. That was the night that I learned that although I can control people, they can break that control down and call bullshit. That's what he did while taking advantage of me.

And the holy saviors that cops are found me, almost dead. And they whisked me away to a dark place where imaginations and death run wild. They were only saviors in a sense that they knew I was going to die in a place far away from Heaven.

I SHUT MY EYES
AND ALL THE WORLD DROPS DEAD

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:

ACCEPTED PATIENT
WE'RE LOCKING YOU UP, NUTJOB
Lovely application, it meets all of Monster Hospital's requirements. This character has been accepted and will be moved into the appropriate section.