Post by Nightmare on May 25, 2009 11:53:09 GMT -5
Hello, everybody! You can call me Nightmare but no duh that's not my real name. As nearly as everyone else yes I am here to advertise my fourm T.T, we have a really cool layout, with music that is requested by other members, supportive staffs, and there will be many more upcoming events. And I forgot to breath . . .again *takes deep breath*
Here is the main plot
Plot:Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
There was a rumor, only a rumor it may seem to many people. But the rumor grew and spread until it wasn't a rumor anymore.
Our story takes place on a bleak September morning, the air is moist as a light mist hangs about. There is a ray of light that peaks though the clouds, promising a warm day. The birds twitter about and the animals lounge in the sun. Then suddenly, something goes crashing though the bushes at you....wait I'm getting to far ahead of myself. Lets go back to the beginning....
There once was a young man named.....
No no...that's two far back I think. Lets start where you get kidnapped shall we?
There was a rumor spreading around the supernatural community. The rumor started with the witches and slowly made its way to the half-demons who told everyone else and so on.
The rumor you ask?
A man, by the name of Tyrone Wilson was hunting the supernatural. He wanted two of ever kind, one male and one female. He called it his collection. He had decided it would be best to capture them at a young age, so he set up the Lyon House.
Lyon House, a group home for the troubled teens. But is it really what it seems?
Lyon House was built in 1846, it started off as a mansion for the richest person in Hazelton, British Columbia. Tucked into the hills of Roche de Boule and surrounded by mountains, forests and the Skeena and BulkleyRiver. It’s a peaceful place with many mysteries, then and now.
Now it’s used for troubled teens, or better yet, teens with mental illnesses. But that is just a title they give someone when they can’t explain the unexplainable. But what really happens in Lyon House when a teen refuses to be medicated for schizophrenia, pyromania, or violent antisocial disorder? They send the kids away to a better facility. But they are never heard from again.
The thing is, the residents of Lyon House aren’t mental. They are supernatural. Yes, I said supernatural. As in, half-demon, witch, sorcerer, werewolf, vampire, necromancer, and shamans. But these teens were told they had a mental illness, what a load of crap. Did you order an extra plate of bullnuts for dinner? I think you did.
It’s now the 21st century, and a new batch of mental patients have shown up at Lyon House. But when they realize that there isn’t something wrong with them and they are different they want to escape.
Lyon House is a high secretary place, alarms and cameras are positioned at every door, but the cameras get turned off at night. The only way to get past the alarms is with a key code the workers carry.
One more thing, in order to go outside, you have to ask permission AND you’re only allowed in the back yard, that’s surrounded with an 8 foot fence.
Good luck.
I forgot to mention, no one ever leaves the Lyon house alive. They say they’ll let out when your cured but they never do. You’re stuck their.
Tyrone stops buy ever two weeks to check on his "patients," make sure they're listening to the nurses and taking their "medication"
Welcome to the mad house for troubled teens. You can check out, but you may never leave.
That's is only the main plot we also have side role plays created by other members as well. Further information you will have to go to the fourm and contact me at my profile for as questions as a guest at or site. If your not sure about join, don't worry think it over (but don't take too long). Feel free to drop by and say hi in out C-Box.
Thanks you and hope to hear from you soon. *feels like a business oerson* T.T *bites on cookie*