Post by cameron e. lynn on Aug 15, 2012 14:55:15 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; border-left: 10px solid #657f86; background: #FCFEF5; opacity: 0.8; border-top-right-radius:60px; border-bottom-left-radius:60px;] cameron elizabeth lynn  Nineteen || Level Three || Sociopath || Emma Stone || Female nicknames: cam; only for a select few people orientation: straight age/dob: june 25, nineteen member group: level 3 anything else?: she's injured people in the past personality: Cameron is rather brash and doesn't care for others at all. She is usually trying to push their limits to see how long it will take to get them to break. She likes testing people as much as she can because she seeks control over them. She tries to get as much control over anyone, patients, doctors, orderlies, so she can get away with as much as she can. She desperately wants to get out without getting better because she doesn't find anything wrong with her. brief history: Cameron was born to a wealthy mother and father. One being a lawyer and the other being a doctor, never being home so she was raised by a nanny. She grew up rebelling because she didn't want a nanny, she wanted her parents. She was moved from primary school to primary school because she wanted her parents attention. Needless to say she finally got it. She attempted killing herself and was send to an open low risk psych ward. That was just the beginning but her parents finally woke up. Their daughter wasn't perfect. She then made her way up to medium risk when she almost committed suicide inside the open facility. She was under constant watch for about three weeks. They wanted to make sure she wouldn't try again, and they wanted her wounds to heal first. After she was off observation for a few weeks she convinced a kid to go up to the roof with her. She wanted the kid to jump, but of course she knew it probably wouldn't happen that well. Of course it didn't. Especially when one of the counselors caught her leading the kid up the ladder and followed them. As they were standing on the edge Cameron was trying to convince them to jump, that it wouldn't hurt at all, she had done it before and she was completely fine. Or so she told the kid. The second they were actually going to do it the counselor talked the kid out of it from a good ten feet away. This pissed Cameron off. She lost her temper and just pushed them over the edge and watched them fall with a smirked as she felt the counselor grab onto her. They locked her in a padded cell for about a week as the kid was in the hospital. When they found out that the kid would live her parents bargained with his parents. No charges and they'd pay all medical expenses plus some more. Needless to say the whole thing cost her family about twenty thousand. For her trying to kill someone. She was sent to a forensic ward. This nice place was NHS hospital called 'Bluebird House’. Since she tried killing someone this is where she was landed. Cameron met up with Aleksei Jakobs in the nice little forensic ward. Both were drugged up to try to control their little 'emotions' and needless to say they never worked. They cause havoc in the ward. People were acting different when they were around to when they weren't. They changed the way low and medium risk kids acted. It was amazing in her eyes. She was released from Bluebird about three months after Aleksei had left, they figured that it was his fault that she was acting up, when reality they both just cause more mayhem together than apart. She was forced to return to a normal high school, which probably wasn't a good idea. Some kids had realized that there was a 'new' girl at school and that she was 'hot' and that they wanted to get with her. But with her being antisocial she didn't appreciate anyone coming up to her. They didn't understand her like the kids in Bluebird had. So in turn she didn't want to deal with them. One day she finally snapped and punched well over five of the guys. Needless to say the school didn't appreciate it, and her parents were fed up with her attitude and problems. Her parents talked to the people at Bluebird and they recommended Springs, in Florida. She would be traveling to the united states. roleplay sample: Cameron rolled her eyes as she walked out of the common rooms. She had someone following her into every place but her room. They let her stay in her room alone, which wasn’t a good idea anyways. Her roommate was a bitch, and she hated her. Well she hated having a roommate period. She didn’t understand why they wanted her having a roommate. She watched as they immediately moved towards her when she stood up. She wanted to tell them to fuck off and leave her alone already, but she was a level 5. They didn’t particularly want her alone especially after her recent stunts. They decided that after the problem at the valentine’s dance and earlier in the year of the attempted murder that they’d have her on one-on-one observation. Technically it should be more, since of course she’s able to overcome one. She hated being watched anyways. She wanted to get away. They knew that if she made moves to ‘socialize’ with people that she was ‘improving’ but her way of socializing was different than theirs. Hers involved knives, usually. Like ‘brother’ like ‘sister’. She learned from Aleksei and did more. She learned how to hack, and other useful things. As she made her way through the halls and down the stairs leaving the dorms she sighed. She could hear their footsteps behind her. She rolled her eyes and continued making her way towards the academic part of the school. She made her way through the hallways, and smirked when she walked through the one that she had cut up Carabella in. Oh the fun that was. Of course it was ended quite quickly by the help of Manu. She hated him. Of course he was doing his job, but he knew how to handle her and what drugs to use, and she didn’t like that. They had restrained her with little injuries on her part, and more pain to her. She hated that too. They had taken her knife away, hurt her shoulder, and saved Carabella. They had to in their opinions. In hers, they hindered her. She didn’t like them for that. Now they had some new HCA hoping that Cameron wouldn’t hurt her. She hadn’t, yet. She wanted to test the waters a little. They had told her all about Cameron, her past homicidal tendencies, her past suicidal tendencies, and her ‘anger issues’. They hadn’t told the HCA that she can depressive conduct disorder and didn’t care for others. But those were just some of the symptoms. She couldn’t play innocent near her. She knew all about her past, and didn’t want to put effort into trying to change that. She walked into the courtyard and noticed a few too many kids to her liking. Of course if she just turned and walked away and went towards somewhere isolated she would still be followed. At least here, they would watch from a distance. Letting her ‘interact’ like a normal person. She smirked at the thought of her being classified as normal. She didn’t believe that she could ever be normal, but why would she want to be. Feeling were so, troublesome. It was the only way that she could describe them. She wasn’t sure half the time on what to say about them, since she didn’t know what they were like. She could fake them quite well, but of course it took a few years of practice. Her parent’s didn’t care enough about her to care what she was doing anyways. They just sent her more money if she was ‘good’ that month. She got money regardless, but 500 every two weeks was rather nice. She didn’t argue, and it was sometimes double that if she was good. It all depended on how her parents felt of her progress that she was making. They had better hope that since Aleksei was here that this didn’t turn into Bluebird. Creating drama and trouble for basically everyone and anyone like they had in the past. Although at that second that she thought of Bluebird she noticed someone sitting at a table by himself, secluded from the rest. She smirked and made her way over. She sat down on the table, letting her feet rest on the chair that she should have been sitting on, but she wasn’t normal. And she didn’t plan on acting like it right now. She wanted her fucking knife back, but since of course that wasn’t going to happen she would need another. Or she would just get pissed enough and steal back her knife, but she wasn’t that pissed. She had more knives in her room, but they checked her whenever she left her room. Leaving her self inflicting to be done in her room, instead of wherever she pleased. Of course she could burn herself, and do other things, but it wasn’t the same as a blade entering her skin and tearing the flesh away. She looked down at the boy before smirking. ”So, what are you doing here? she said rather bluntly. This question could go any way, why was he at Hawthorne, why was he in the courtyard, why was he alone? Any of them would work, but she usually preferred the first. She looked up at the HCA before taking out a pack of Marlboros and lighting up one of the white fags. She inhaled deeply and smiled. She loved pissing off the people in charge by smoking. Sixteen year olds weren’t allowed to smoke. Yet they wondered how she got well over ten packs of her coveted cigarettes and the obvious currency at the school. Sure she had done some illegal things to get them, sleeping with a few guys, and using her hacking to her advantage kept her well supplied. Let alone she shared with Aleksei on occasion. But only when it would benefit her. Which of course was most of the time. Her ‘brother’ had many advantages that she didn’t. Including a few drugs that she liked. Yes, she controlled herself with drugs, but not the drugs that the doctors prescribed to her. And why was that? She didn’t agree with them. She didn’t think that psychosis was a bad thing, they found it to be so. She waited for an answer from the boy before she blew the smoke off to the side. Sure if he reacted in a way that she knew that he didn’t like cigarettes, she’d test him. She had plenty to waste for the time being, but why would she want to if he wanted some, and it didn’t piss him off. Although one thing did catch her attention. A rather nice bruise covering a good portion of his face. Fighting? Oh that would make things oh so much better. Either he had started it, or he deserved it, on or the other. There were no innocent fights in her mind. Everyone deserved what they had coming for them. Jayy || 19 || 7ish years || Yes |
