Antarctic Escape (Arctic Exploration/Vacation)

Name: Scarlett Taymos
Sex: Female
Age: 25
Occupation: Environmentalist
Personality: Caring, Worried about Animals, Never Wastes, Eats Health Food
Bio: She was a small town girl and grew up surrounded by happiness. She never knew what went on outside of the town limits. As she got into her teens she decided to explore beyond the boundaries of her home. She saw trash cast aside on highways mile and miles long. She saw how the animals suffered and the forests were dying. People had been polluting for years and no one had stood up for the environment. After her graduation from high school she went away to college to follow her dreams of environmentalism.


IC:
"I'm freezing my ass of over here. How in the hell does anything survive here in this type of weather." Scarlett rubbed her hands together to try to keep warm but all efforts failed. "So, where are we staying on this over grown iceberg anyways?"

She turned around to look at the rest of the group to see if they knew the answer. "In some facility or department or a human incubator, for Christs sake? There has to be somewhere for us to get warm." As she spoke this over the horizon she spotted a large building with satellites and fences. "Thank God there is a heaven!"

They walked through the gates and into the building and found themselves in a room with computers everywhere. Pictures of penguins, polar bears, and all of the other arctic creatures were posted all around the room. This is my kind of room. Computers and animals my two favorite things. So....where we bunkin'?"

Escape From The Ward

Name: Kimberly Melone
Sex: Female
Age: 23
Ailment: Manic Depression, Schizophrenia, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and Tourette's syndrome
Bio: She grew up with her mother and fathers. Her parents had split when she was 7 and her mother remarried. She married a man named James. At first he seemed okay but then he became a real jerk towards her. He used to beat her and take advantage of her. After years of this abuse it go to her head and she had a complete mental break down. She tried killing herself to get away from it but was hospitalized with depression. Her step father was placed in jail miles away. She developed a friendship with things that weren't there and always seemed to smell and hear things. Apparently her body had become so used to screaming out that now she had uncontrollable outbursts of profanity. Lastly because to her body had become unclean from his abuse she developed OCD, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. She now needed everything else clean to counter herself.

IC:
They all had decided to meet in her room that night. Everyone had left their rooms, snuck out is more like it, and they congregated to devise a plan of escape. She stared at them all, not knowing how long they had been here or what they were here for. She heard someone say her name, as if trying to catch her attention. "Yes?" She looked up at the group and they all stared back unsure as to why she had spoken. "One of you said my name didn't you? COCK WHORE!" Kimberly looked down in fear that everyone would think she was too crazy to escape from here.

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She stood there grasping his hand in hers. The doctor had said that he wouldn't live past the night and she was scared of losing the one person that had always been by her side and had never hurt her. Tears started to fall from her eyes as the pain welled up inside. I don't want you to die, she thought. She looked down at his weak yet fighting body as he uttered the words that she hated to hear.

He opened his mouth and spoke. "I think I'm on my way out." The tears started to fall faster and harder than ever before. He wanted to die and she could do nothing to save him.

Her mother walked back into the room and placed her arms around her. This was the first time in months that she had felt the warmth of her mother's embrace. This is when you decide to hold me and tell me that everything will be okay. Well it's not, god dammit, it's not.

"Are you done? Do you want to leave?" Her mother said in her ear.

"Yes" She replies weakly. As she walked outside to the car she saw her friend sitting in her truck waiting for her father. Her father was the hospital's janitor. Well, one of them at least. She walked over to the truck hoping the comfort of her friend could calm her. As she told her what the doctor said the tears came again even harder this time. Fuck! Why does life have to do this to me?

When the tears finally stopped she walked away from the truck and got back in the car with her mother. They went over to her uncles house and told him the horrible news. For the first time in her life she saw him cry. The tears returned yet again to her eyes. Him and her stood there holding her each other and in that one hug she felt more emotion from him than she had from her mother.

(this isn't finished yet)