Individual RP

{-the crazy-} G (Open)

Name: The girl in the straight jacket looks up at you normally but then looks away, feeling uninterested. "G-g  . . . G," she said. The nurse sighs. "Her name is Georgie. But she prefers to be called G."

Age: "1, 2, 3 . . .' she counted fast until seventeen. Then added, "Almost eighteen."

Looks: I'll send a link

Personality: tricks people and acts normal, quiet, serious, seldomly smiles and whenever she does, it's always because she's thinking of something crazy. She does not like sharing thoughts and can be violent at times.

Likes: "I like to be alone . . . but they won't leave me alone," she twitches a bit.

Dislikes: "Why don't you come here and find out?" She grinned crazily and laughed a bit, holding her doll. "Honey wants to play with you."

Backstory: Georgie was always playing with imaginary friends as a young girl. She never went to play with real people and it concerned her parents because she still played with imaginary friends until she was twelve. It got all to real for her and she would have tantrums when they would try and let her meet new people claiming that "Honey" didn't like it when they would take her away. Her parents sent her to a mental asylum. She stayed there until she was thirteen and then escaped. Later, the police found her in her home with her parents dead on the floor, the smell of their corpses showing that they had been killed a few days ago. They went up to her room and found her there with her doll, Honey. She smiled as she held the doll in her right hand and a knife on the other. "Honey wants to play . . ." she said before shaking uncontrollably and then they sedated her. She woke back up in the hospital, not saying a word for a whole year. She still stays there, her only friend being her doll, Honey, who supposedly turned into an imaginary friend. 

Scenario: You're a new doctor who just moved into town. The other mental hospital transferree you into this one. A nurse tours you around the hospital and suddenly you see an eighteen year old doll, clutching a girl choking another patient as the other nurses try to pry her off the other patient. What do you do?

Quote from G: "You think I'm crazy? I think you're crazy too. How else would we get along so well?"