"Everyone has an angel. A guardian that watches over them. But we can't know what form they'll take. One day old man, the next day little girl. But don't let appearances fool you. They can be as fierce as any dragon. Yet they're not here to fight out battles, but to whisper from our heart, reminding that it's us, it's every one of us, that holds the power over the worlds we create. We can deny our angels exist. Convince ourselves they can't be real. But they show up anyway. In strange places. And at strange times. Then can speak through any character we can imagine. They'll shout through demons if they have to- daring us, challenging us to fight. Who Honors those we love for the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us...and at the same time sings that we'll never die? Who teaches us what's real...and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we'll die to defend? Who chains us...and who holds the key that can set us free? It's you. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight!"
In the 1960’s, girls that no one wanted to deal with anymore were thrown into mental asylums and left there to perish without a thought otherwise. Within the asylum are orderlies and staff that are corrupt and can do whatever they want to with the girls because no one cares about their welfare. The cops rarely go to the asylum unless they’re dropping off a girl, and even then they only see the front part, which is in top shape to ensure they place isn’t shut down. These asylums are all throughout the world, but this story takes place at the Lennox Institution. Here the orderlies are ruled by the perverted Blue who feels the girls are his property and Dr. Gorski is the therapist who attempts to help the girls through the use of music. Unable to deal with the grim details of the institution, the only escape is within the imagination of each girl, and perhaps true escape lies within the combined imagination of the trapped young girls.
So! It’s a Sucker Punch RP! I don’t care if you play the original characters or if you make up new characters! The premise is the same however. The brothel/fantasy world is what will be used to help the girls escape as they attempt to thwart Blue’s dangerous game. That being said, the girls have to come into Lennox first, just like girls did in the movie. So, if you want to include how they came into Lennox, that would be fine. Sorry for not being clear.
All CS rules apply. I’m just accepting profiles for now – gonna see if anyone even wants to do this. XD
Appearance: Links are fine
Name: Baby Doll
After the death of Babydoll's mother, her stepfather discovers from the mother's will that she left everything to her two daughters. Enraged that he worked so hard to swoon the mother over and then married her only to be left nothing, he gets a bottle of unidentified alcohol and drinks. He gets so drunk that he heads for the girls' rooms and just as Babydoll is leaving her sister's room, he decides to attack Babydoll and possibly try to rape her. He doesn't succeed and then turns his sights on Babydoll's sister, so he locks Babydoll in her room and then proceeds to carry out his diabolical scheme.
Babydoll, in a panic-stricken state, escapes her temporary holding cell and goes to the same room where the stepfather was and finds his 45 caliber pistol. Caught trying to break into the little sister's closet, where the little sister locked herself in so she wouldn't be injured or worse, the Stepfather turns and then seeing Babydoll with a gun he tries to reason with her. She takes aim and fires one round and clips him, but unfortunately the bullet ricochets off of a pipe and the bullet strikes her little sister.
Saddened, Babydoll cries over the body of her little sister, and then scared and angry she stands up and walks to the stepfather who was trying to call the police. In her current state of mind she raises the gun at her stepfather, but, she is so saddened by the loss of her sister and afraid of what might happen, she runs out of the house. She is then taken to the Lennox House for the Mentally Insane. Her stepfather frames Babydoll for the murder of her sister. Blue Jones, the head orderly, is bribed by the stepfather to have Babydoll lobotomized in order to protect the truth of what he did and so that Babydoll may never remember anything.
Last edited by Faithy; 01-23-2012 at 05:58 AM.
Name: sweet pea.
Unlike her sister rocket, Sweetpea has always been emotionally stable and strong. she was doted upon by her parents just as her sister was but something never sat well with rocket. As a young girl rocket tried to run away from home countless times untill finally as a young woman she did, but not without sweetpea. Since then sweetpea has been with her sister and looking after her. even to the point of following her into the Brothel to keep her safe.
(edited, my bad)
Last edited by 1mm0rt@11; 01-22-2012 at 10:02 PM.
(I'm a little confused about where this is taking place, you said it would be in the brothel fantasy but both of the current profiles detail why they are in the mental institute which would require a different story. I'll write this as if in the brothel for now, just let me know if I need to change)
History: Angel admitted herself to Lennox house for the Mentally Insane as soon as she left home for reasons known only to Dr. Gorski. She has always hidden behind a mask of childish innocence, whether through fear or boredom it is unknown, even to Angel after so many years. As one of the longest surviving inmates of the institution, Angel has been a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on for a lot of the inmates and is often charged with duties normally reserved for wardens. The only evidence of why a person who from the outside seems relatively sane is an occurence only ever whispered about behind office doors. The appearance of an alter ego, Demon.
(Edited to fit in with the other profiles :3)
Last edited by Maxie; 01-24-2012 at 10:02 PM.
Pixie was a happy child, with a perfect family and a perfect life. Everyday she would spend her time drawing anything that she could imagine or use as a model. Her parents saw her potential and hired a splendid teacher to aid her in her development. The man was a charismatic creature, with a mouth that spewed beautiful compliments and just enchanted Pixie's parents with his knowledge.
All was going well at first, but then the teacher became more daring, touching Pixie inappropriately. Soon, the child tried to make excuses as to why she doesn't want to see the man, but her parents brushed it off as her being embarrassed or modest.
The man finally cornered her and attempted to rape her. Pixie being scared, grabbed the closest thing she could find and hit the man over the head. This caused a commotion that alerted her parents. The situation was explained by Pixie's teacher of how she suddenly became violent and attacked him. Pixie tried to deny it which quickly spun out of control with the teacher quickly drawing her parents into his web of lies which immediately landed her in Lennox House for the Mentally Insane.
Pixie became emotionally unstable after that, with the betrayal hanging heavy in her mind.
(OOC: Love this movie)
History: Since her parents’ deaths in a road accident when she was a eight, Lola has been bounced around the foster care system. From temporary home to temporary home she never had a chance to grow roots and in that way she developed a hostile personality, mistrusting of everyone and only caring about herself. A drug habit in her teens and a tendency towards pyromania put her as a risk to others and on the eve of her twentieth birthday Lola was bundled off to the Lennox House for the Mentally Insane to live out the rest of her days.
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apperance: petit build, long brown hair usually tied up, bright green eyes, tattoo on her back of a feather just to signify freedom.
History: mixie was always quiet, never troubled anyone until her father remarried. At first she liked her step mother she was kind and gentle. Then the alcohol abuse began, her step mother would change and take all her anger out on mixie, throwing words of hurt of how worthless and evil mixie was. For eleven years mixie put up with this her father doing nothing to defend her and in the end she snapped... She had been washing the dishes when her step mother walked in glass of wine in hand, the usual abuse started, but she ignored it having learnt to shut off, her step mother didNot like this and slapped mixie across her face, reflex mixie struck back forgetting the pan she had in her hand striking her step mothet across the cheek to smash her head on the counter.
Her father had decided he couldnt take any more and sent mixie to lennox.
][OOC: Sorry for the delayed start, @1mm0rt@11 , @Maxie , @Hoshi-Tora , @CookieMage , and @Rixann ][
What was life like living with a man who was so greedy he would sink to the lowest low of putting a young girl in an insane asylum? The only person who would know that specific feeling was the blonde female currently walking inside of Lennox with a priest close behind. In reality, he wasn’t a priest of an orphanage, but was actually her stepfather. In Baby Doll’s mind however, it was easier to step out of what was truly happening to her and walk inside in a world that was just as harsh, but in a totally different aspect.
Her green eyes shifted her attention towards a female sitting on a bed with the therapist before returning to Blue and the stepfather. She had nothing to say to either, and allowed the orderly to show her around. The only thing she knew was that in five days she was going to lose her mind thanks to her step-father wanting to keep what happened to her sister a secret. Five days to get out. Reality distorted and she was suddenly in the middle of what appeared to be a drama class. Stepping over to one of the girls, she allowed herself to be taken around the brothel, taking in everything as they walked down the corridor.
I have to find a way out of here. Someone help me…
Stepping into a dance room, Baby Doll leaned against the wall, watching the other girls practicing their moves. Everything seemed so surreal and odd, yet so safe. As long as she wasn’t asked to dance, then everything would be fine and dandy. However, Dr. Vera Gorski who was the dance instructor in this distorted reality and the therapist in reality could smell fresh blood a mile away, and turned to Baby Doll. All of a sudden, she was thrust in front of the others and asked to dance. Letting the music flow through her body, she started to move and was instantaneously transported into a fantasy place.
“Where am I…?”
What happened next was a mixture of pure adrenaline and shear awesomeness. Baby Doll was not only the means to escape, but weaponry to assist in the escape. After fighting three giant old Japanese type creatures, she returned to the dance room with sweat pouring down her body. What happened while she was in the fantasy world wasn’t clear to her, but apparently everyone – well, almost everyone enjoyed her dancing. The only thing she could think of however was what she was told by the old wise man. Was there really a way to escape? Should she tell the other girls…?
Sweet pea was watching the new girl and saw everyones jaws drop, her sister pocked her and whispered.
"she was amazing" Sweet pea scoffed.
"That wasnt amazing that was slutty, the dancing is suposed to come from the heart, like an art form" she crossed her arms as it appeared that she was no longer the favourite around the house and walked down the corridor to get away from it all to the dressing rooms, She had a performance that night after all.
Angel let her hair down from its messy bun as her footsteps echoed along the oddly empty main hallway. She had an inkling as to why the place seemed so deserted when she heard faint music coming from the practice room. That's right she thought to herself we have a new girl arriving today, although I don't remember her being mentioned as anything special Angel quickly realised how wrong that last thought had been as she reached the doorway of the large mirrored hall...
The girl stood in the middle, at the center of attention, was fairly plain looking. Had Angel seen her anywhere else, she would have walked straight by without a second glance but now, the way this girl moved, she couldn't take her eyes off it. She managed to tear herself away long enough to see that everyone else was in a similarly transfixed state, except for maybe Sweet Pea, but that was no surprise to Angel, Sweet was always in a huff about something or other. Her eyes quickly returned to the new girl. What was her name again? all she'd heard from Blue over the last couple of days was about some precious little baby doll arriving, it seemed a lot less sick now she could see what he had actually been talking about. The girl's movements were fluid and powerful, like a storm, almost like a fight in some way. Everything going through her head was written in the way she moved; fear, sadness... but there was a determination. A determination written clear as crystal in the girl's eyes as she finished and the room burst into rapturous applause. Angel clapped respectfully along with the others and gave the Baby Doll one of her most welcoming smiles as soon as she caught her eye.
Pixie was standing off in the far corner, hoping no one actually saw her as she tugged at her garb. Don't get her wrong, she finds these moments of the day quite relaxing with Ms.Gorski instructing them, but she felt awfully embarrassed still, even after a year or so of being here. She sighed, but looked up as soon as the new girl came into the room.
This girl is so pale, so white that she almost blended with the room. With curious eyes, she watched the blond girl. She didn't do anything other then lean against the wall to watch the other girls till Ms. Gorski ordered her to dance.
As soon as the new girl set her foot on center stage, Pixie was entranced. Her moves were like nothing she has ever seen, all the lunges, twists and falls that made her look like she was on a battlefield, fighting invisible foes. The dark haired girl tried desperately to commit the scene to memory, already trying to choose the proper colour scheme for the drawing she will make. And then it ended. Pixie breathed in deeply, almost in sync with the new girl's heavy heaves, sweat trailing down her brows. It was intense, but it was beautiful as she clapped her hands in admiration.
Mixie watched the dance in admiration, the way this girl had entered the room had been nothing special but that dance. To see those feelings portrayed through her body, to be that strong a person. Mixie was in awe she wanted to be strong like this girl, but she was scared. She stayed in her corner out the way of everyone, no need to make a fool.of herself. She looked at the other girls and saw she was not the only one transfixed, she felt like somehow they now had a chance, of what she was unsure, but that glimmer of hope had appeared in that twinkle in the horizon.
Her fingers kept twitching, twirling an imaginary lighter in her hands, almost feeling the sensation of the smooth metal on her skin. Fire, that's what she desparately wanted to play with, see the burning plumes lift and move around in its bewitching dance. But of course, no one would ever dream of letting her get her hands on any sort of implement that could produce the blaze she so desired. Lola was a pyromaniac after all, and a danger to others. Which was why she was here, either in a mental asylum or whore house, who knew. One thing was for sure, it'd take a miracle for Lola to ever see fire again. Three years had passed and even now she dreamed in oranges, reds, and blues...dreaming of the day...though it would never, ever come to pass...when she could play with fire once more.
She blinked, once then twice before getting up from her perch. She'd been daydreaming too long already and was probably late for the dance practice. Dancing, that's how the advertised themselves to the clients. Sensual movements in perfect titillation with one purpose, to turn those pervs on...and perhaps get one of the clients to request them. Take them to a room, and have a 'good time', all the while spending money which would go into Blue's pockets making him a richer and happier man. And if Blue was happy...well the girls didn't have to worry about him taking out his frustrations on them. Belongings, that's all they were - the girls at the brothel- and they had one job, to perform. Which was why they spent so long practicing, perfecting the dance, letting a piece of themselves dictate the rhythm. This was the life.
Reaching the dance practice room, Lola almost did a double take. Blue was here with some of his cronies. Retreating to the wall, she prayed that no one noticed her late appearance...until she saw the girl in the middle of the room. Petite, pretty and blonde, she had the whole room spellbound and before she realised it, Lola too was entranced by her dancing. There was something about the way she moved. It spoke to her of freedom, of life outside the brothel, it spoke of escape. For the duration of the dance, she didn't blink, eyes drinking in the dream and when the music stopped Lola stepped back into reality with a hard jolt. Escape? You've got to be kidding. Nobody could run from Blue. Nonetheless, Lola approached the little Baby Doll with the rest, congratulating her on the performance and harbouring a quiet hope.
][OOC: Sorry for the long delay, @1mm0rt@11 , @Maxie , @Hoshi-Tora , and @CookieMage >< ][
She overheard Sweet Pea’s comment, but attempted to ignore it for the moment. She really had no idea how she danced, so it wasn’t like she could say something to combat what had been said. It also no longer mattered because she just wanted to be free. The Wise Man gave her some advice, but until she was sure she could trust the girls, it wouldn’t go past her mind. Blue was looking at her like a piece of meat, but she ignored him and smiled towards the girls that were applauding her. At least they weren’t looking at her like she was a psychopath anymore. Her fingers swept a few strands of hair out of her face, and she turned to leave the room. Luckily because she was new, she didn’t have to do the performances, but instead had to clean and pick up after the girls and the men they bed. It wasn’t glamorous, but it beat sleeping with strange men.
Before leaving however, Baby Doll noticed a few girls that were trying desperately to keep from being noticed, and she memorized their faces. She didn’t want anyone to feel that way, because that meant Blue had all the power. She wasn’t sure if they would be able to stand up to the man, but if the girls were going to have a chance, they all needed to be in, not just a few of them. She would study the other girls for a while and decide whether or not to tell them of the plan. She had to be able to trust them first. Otherwise, they would tell Blue and he would kill her after the High Roller was finished with her. She had exactly five days and when the time was up, she would either be gone or she would beg the High Roller to take her with him. This couldn’t be the end… could it?
“Thanks for all the applause everyone… I’m sure I have a lot to learn from you all.”
Smiling, she headed out of the dance room, making her way down the corridor. She had to go to the kitchen to help the cook prepare for the show. From what she was told, they always put out a ton of food and the new girl was always stuck cleaning up and doing dishes in addition to the other chores she had to do. Sighing heavily, she ignored the piggish cook and started cutting up potatoes. As she cut, her mind began to wander back towards the Wise Man and what she was told.
Last edited by Faithy; 02-12-2012 at 08:16 AM.
Mixie made sure blue was busy, then slipped out the dance room. She made her way to the kitchen and found baby doll cutting potatoes.
"hey, need a hand?" And picked up the spare knife. "where did you learn to do that?"
She wasnt usually this full on, but she wanted out, and something told her baby doll had the answers.
She waited patiently while cutting potatoes, she didnt worry bout the cook, she knew he'd be to busy thinking of what he'd be doing to the girls then listening to what they were saying.
Angel watched curiously, Baby Doll was the centre of attention now even though she had stopped dancing which was a rare thing even with the best dancers. As she observed the bulk of the crowd leave, she noticed Baby doll glance at her for a little longer than a second. Again she saw the same look of determination but this time she was able to read its meaning. Escape. This girl wanted more than anything to escape. Angel had seen a fair few girls come in with the same feelings but none of them could convince her of their potential with words more than the conviction she felt in that look.
Angel half-heartedly tried a few moves once the room was almost empty but her heart wasn't in it now, she could feel herself yearning for the outside, for a different life. That was a dangerous desire though, this may be a dump but it's her safety blanket, only here did she know she was in control, and it had taken time to get that far.
She quickly tied her hair back up and headed towards Blue's office for the usual show talk. He rarely bothered with his own dirty work, although some may have said that was a blessing considering his...heavy handed approach. She passed the kitchen on her way down the corridor and heard voices. It's not Rocket's day today, so who could it be? She poked her head through the door and was almost surprised to see Baby doll in there, before she reminded herself of the usual newbie treatment. She smiled when she noticed Mixie with her Good, that performance didn't alienate the girl I see She turned back to Baby Doll to address her.
"Hi, I see you're stuck in the kitchens tonight. Not to sound scary but enjoy this while it lasts, soon enough scrubbing potatoes will seem like a treat. Anyway, I didn't get a chance to say it earlier but welcome to our little family. And very nice dancing back there, it can be quite a tough crowd but you wowed them all. I'm pretty sure even Sweet Pea enjoyed your little show, though don't expect her to say it."
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