<strong>Name:</strong><br/>Anabelle Jacobson<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong><br/>30<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/169/7/0/before_the_storn_by_felynx_x-d53y6nj.jpg) (http://felynx-x.deviantart.com/art/Before-the-Storm-308964655)<br/><br/><strong>Very detailed ons and offs since as a patient things can get quite extreme in an insane asylum:</strong><br/>On: oral(giving and receiving), bondage, sensory deprivation, exhibitionism<br/>Off: scat, vore, watersports, incest (ie, do not try and pair her up with her brother), feet<br/>(If you don't see it listed, go ahead... I'll either play along or ask you nicely to modify)<br/><br/><strong>Possible actions or things that make your character either calm down or get really excited:</strong><br/>music of most kinds can work either way. A good bock as well.<br/>She's a smoker, so a cigarette will calm her down a bit.<br/><br/><strong>Gender:</strong><br/>female<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong><br/>bisexual, leaning towards females, but happily accepts male attention<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong><br/><em>You see marks made in her file:</em>Anabelle is free-spirited, and, much like her brother, stubborn. She doesn't easily submit. She occasionally has episodes in which she insists that she doesn't belong here, that it was all a mistake. Clearly delusional. Reacts well to intellectual stimulation. Suggested actions: keep her away from her brother until she is broken; likely to go into a fit.<br/><br/><strong>Diagnosis:</strong><br/>Self-harm, episodic depression, violence. Exhibits hints of possible PTSD. Paranoia.<br/><br/><strong>Biography:</strong><br/>Records indicate high grades in school, though not as impressive as her brother's. A difference in dress indicates a rebellion on Anabelle's part, photos from her past indicating once-dyed hair in unnatural colors, as well as past piercings. Was unemployed at time of admittance.<br/><br/><strong>Medical history that led to admittance:</strong><br/>Upon Arrival at Rosanam, patient was observed by staff to be mentally unstable and in need of treatment. Patient was subdued and confined, to which she responded with anger, violence, and denial of any issues. Patient has been denied use of utensils other than a spork for episodes of self-harm post-admittance. It is also suggested to watch her while she is smoking; patient has exhibited no desire to burn herself, but this is a precaution. Patient remains unwilling to cooperate.<br/><br/><strong>Write your post of how you were admitted to Rosanam:</strong><br/>Anabelle fidgeted nervously in the back seat of the cab that was taking her to Rosanam, her brother's most recent place of employment. She missed her car, she needed a cig. The bold "No Smoking" sign stared her in the face as the driver stopped at a red light just a few streets down from the long driveway that led to the grounds; she had one left, just one, and she would smoke it to calm her nerves before she went to go see her brother.<br/><br/>She had lost her job. Again. By no fault of hers, might she add. Sure, she'd overslept a couple of times, but she always came to work, hadn't she? And covered shifts when the need came? They were ungreatful, that's what they were. Now, Anabelle was sure she could get another job, but there was one problem: rent was due in a week, and she hadn't the money to cover it. To top that off, their parents refused to pay anymore, and she was up a creek unless she could convince her brother to help. He<em>would</em>help her, right? They were close enough that he cared that she had a place to live, right?<br/><br/>She sure hoped so.<br/><br/>She had the driver drop her off at the shopping center just down the road; it'd be a little odd to ask to be dropped off at the looney bin. the second she was out, she lit up -oh, sweet relief -and began to walk, finishing it before she got to the entrance. After talking to the secretary, she took a seat; Dominick was in Surgery at the moment, but was expected done in the next hour or so. After a few minutes, a man walked up to her. "Is there something I can help you with?" he asked her.<br/><br/>"Um, yes... I'm here to see my brother..." she replied.<br/><br/>"Brother? One of our patients?" the man asked, eyebrow raised as he seemed to look her over, appraise her.<br/><br/>"Hm? Oh, no. No. He's a doctor. Dominick Jacobson? I'm his sister, Anabelle," she said, slightly unnerved by his seeming appraisal.<br/><br/>"Oh! Yes, he's mentioned you, I think. My name's Alexander Radovich. Welcome to Rosanam. Here, there's no reason for you to wait in the lobby, come up to my office. He's expected there after surgery for a debriefing and to collect his list of duties for the day," the man, Dr. Radovich, said, a smile on his face, gesturing his arm. After a moment's hesitation, she agreed. No harm, right? once they got up to his office, he told her to have a seat, and then told her that he'd be right back, and to make herself comfortable. After a moment, she flet a sharp jab, and everything went dark.