OoC: Ugh. Double post Dx

OoC: Found this thread, finally. o_o

((Yay! Thanks!  BTW,(sorry for my ignorance) what is a timetable?))

Name:Raven Araya, however most don't know her real name, so she asks that most call her Naomi.

Age (I would like everyone to be in the same year, so around 16 or 17):16(just turned 16)

Gender: female

Appearance (Picture or deion):VERY skinny.  She is around 5'8" and weighs 80 pounds.  She has purple eyes and blackish-brownish hair (sorry, I can't really explain it very well).  She likes to wear dressy-ish clothing, and the colors consist mostly of black, white, purple, and sometimes red.  She has layered, hair that is around neck-length.  She is extremely pale, and depending on how much she has eaten, she may turn grey and blue.  She always has bruises and bags under her eyes.

Personality (No rp it outs):  She used to be really outgoing, but then her personality and life took a turn for the worst.  Her parents were in a car accident, with her in the car.  She watched her parents die right in front of her eyes.  This scared her, and her OCD grew worse and worse.  Now, she is shy and reserved.  She can seem cold and emotionless to those who don't know her.  She is also really secretive.  Most people don't even know her real name.  She has a little brother who she cares for more than anything else in the world, and she shows her true self around him.  She is also pretty pessimistic.

Mental Illness:severe OCD that developed into anorexia.

Symptoms:She has an obsession with symmetry.  She will try to fix anything asymmetric, and if she fails, she will panic and or faint.  She refuses to shake hands with people because of a fear of germs. She must do things 8 times, because the number 8 has perfect symmetry.  She washes compusively, always carries hand sanityzer, and once she even drank it from fear of germs.   She enjoys cleaning and organizing. She is also claustrophobic and agrophobic (fear of crowds).   She always must know the exact amount of calories in everything she even smells.  She spends hours excercising and obsessing over calories.  She also has a tendency to faint or black out because of low bloodsugar.  She must be the best/perfect at everything she does, including being thin. 

Crush:She doesn't have any known sexual preference, because of her obsessions.

Other: Her brother knows of her problem, and checked her into a hospital.  She gained 10 pounds while there (just enough to go home), but then relapsed and lost 30.  She had to raise her brother on her own, adding to her stress.  She enjoys playing chess and plays guitar and piano.  She is intelligent and strategic.  She has good marks in school, however she prefers to read on the school roof, of skip ot to play chess.  She used to go to a boarding school, but had to leave after her roomate found her purging in the bathroom.

Time Table:

Monday:Language Arts, Drama,  Art,  Free, Japanese, Free,  History

Tuesday:  Math,  Free, Science, PE, Free, Language Arts, History

Wednesday:  Testing,  Free,  Testing, Free, Math

Thursday: Science,  Literature, Free,  Therapy,   Tech

Friday:Same as Monday/Wednesday (whichever is needed)

OoC: Tri, okay :) I was just wondering. And thanks Raven! I think we can finally start <3

Phoebe sat in maths, trying to concentrate on the teacher. It was hard for her, as she kept seeing things her fellow students did that was just not right. Textas out of order, whispering, using scratchy pens that weren't perfect. She closed her eyes and tapped on her desk in her special order. It calmed her, as usual. She opened her eyes and copied down the notes on the board. She was hugely relieved when she finished, and could relax for a few minutes. But her relief disappeared when she saw the girl next to her holding a sharp pencil. Phoebe started, images of stabbing people with it intruding into her mind. The urge was so strong she had to sit on her hands. She knew she wouldn't do it, but she was terrified the urge would make her actually grab it.

She looked away, out the window. A small bird flew past, fluttering its small grey wings and swooping low and then high again. How she wished she could be a bird, flying through the air, not caring about anything except food and making a nest. I wonder if birds could have ocd, she thought. She didn't think so. She looked back at the teacher as she started talking again, and straightened herself up in her seat. She could survive a couple more minutes next to the pencil. She could.

OoC: Heh. :3

Staring. Thinking. Daniel was completely ignoring the math lesson, his mind on other things. He started at the clock, counting mentally everytime the hand moved. Minutes pas.sed. Soon he blinked in time with the hand. Over and over, faster and faster, he blinked. He couldn't help it. Stupid Tourettes, he thought silently. He tore his attention away from the board carefully, and began staring at the faucet. He watched it drip. His senses all strained and tuned into the water dripping. Splish. Splash. Sploosh. He was so in tune with the water dripping, that he had no clue the teacher was talking to him. "Daniel. Daniel." He heard nothing. "Daniel!" The teacher finally said sharpely. He snapped his cold blue eyes to her face. "Yes?" His voice was void of emotion. The teacher repeated the question, and he answered. He could no longer concentrate on the water, he was now focused on leaving. Soon.

Just then, the fire alarm blared. Daniel began to twitch, his shoulder shrugging upward. Then, he tried to fight it, but he let loose a long string of curse words. Everyone in the clas.s was used to it by now, but he couldn't shake the feeling that everyone was laughing at him, inside. He tried to get a grip on the cursing, but it continued until the fire alarm switched off. he sighed with relief, only to feel himself twitch more rapidly. Finally, everything stopped. His mouth was closed, his shoulders where they should be. The intercom crackled, but he heard the static start before hand and braced himself. The principal, if there was such a thing at this school, came on, apologizing deeply for the alarm. Someone had accidently set if off, but Daniel found no excuse. He hated how every shocking or exciting thing set him off, causing him to go into his fits. The familar sound of the bell rang. It was a gentle sound, loud enough to get your attention, but not loud enough to send the Tourette kids like him into fits. Or agitate some of the other teens with their diseases.

 OoC: Fail intro post, seriously. ;c Sorry.

((Hmm, since no one is in Science when Elle Is, I'm changing it to Monday Math, then Science.))

Elessandra sat in a desk, boredly Drawing disturbing pictures of Gargoyles on her notebook. Her desk was covered in sketches and Stickers, some even pen marks from when she had been bored enough to mess up her Desk. Behnid her sat a girl seeming to want to take the sharp pencil someone nearby was using. Elle didn't notice, but she seemed rather up-tight. Her face was blank, but they way she was sitting was awkward. Her black hair fell in front of her eyes, but she didn't mind. She was sitting with her eyes clothes, notm uch written in her math book at all.

Something woke her from her daze. A soft, low, And lethal voice. She opened her eyes to see a black cat that radiated red light perched on her shoulder. "....Salim..." She whispered, A look of happiness and fear mixed into one on her face. Do not worry, Child. I am merely here to help you focuse. The Cat cooed to her. The gargoyle will not bother you today, so long as you obey me. She gulped and nodded slowly. Good. Now, My pet, Focuse on your schooling. She did as she was told and picked up her pencil, quickly scribbling down problem answers.

When the fire alarm rang Phoebe jumped in her seat. she dipped her head, her long blonde hair coming down like a veil on either side of her face. Mentally she counted the number of bells it took until the alarm stopped, and then sighed. When the principal came on the loudspeaker she listened vaguely, tapping her fingers on her desk. She was hugely relieved when the bell went, so she stood quickly and grabbed her books before walking out with the rest of the clas.s. Phoebe went straight to her locker, tapping her fingers twice every four steps when she walked down the stairs, and then went to her next clas.s, English. She couldn't wait to hand in her as.signment. It took her forever to do. It was a poster, a pink backing with colourful pictures and text. It was on Egypt, which was easy for Phoebe. She loved Egypt, with the sphinx and the pyramids. She vowed to go there one day.

When she got to the clas.sroom with her rolled up poster under one arm, and sat silently at her usual desk. She watched each student as they walked through the door. She knew most of them, not by name, but by illness. The first girl, with red hair and freckles, had depression. That boy, with black hair, had Paranoia. ((Is that how it's spelt? o-o)) That boy, he had... ADHD, she thought. Yes, he sat at the back, fiddling and tapping his feet and drumming and talking. Phoebe was happy when the teacher starting talking. "Has everyone got their as.signments?" Phoebe nodded along with everyone else. "Could you all bring them up to the front now, so I can look at them while you silenlty read your novels." She took hers up and then sat back in her seat, opening her book. She was instantly immersed in it. When she was reading, her OCD seemed to be gone. She loved it.

Raven was sitting on the roof of the school.  The wind, blowing through her dark auburn hair.  She was supposed to be in Language Arts right now.  Instead, she was playing chess by herself.  "Rook, A5 to D5. White.  King,  capture black's pawn."  Hmmm, I wonder what time it is.  She checked her watch.  10:25, I guess I have time to go to Art Cl*censored*.  Raven liked Art cl*censored*,  and today they were painting with the Japanese technique of Sumi-e.   Raven stood up, felling dizzy, and shuffled along to the gutter.  She proceeded to slid down this like a fire pole. She grabbed her backpack(she had left it on the ground today)  and slid her chess set inside of it.  Stumbling along as she went, she walked to cl*censored*, commenting to herself on all the imperfections of the school.

 In art, Raven was crushing her ink stick.  'Crap' she thought, because her ink was not the right shade.  'Just ignore it, you will be fine'  she reminded herself.  She took the paint back to her desk and started measuring.  4" from each side, 8 from each corner.  Perfect.  She sketched 2 bidrs, mirroring each other, for symmetry.   Birds' heights, 1" and *gasp*  0.9999" (yes, she has a ruler that measures this far out).  She began erasing madly,  tearing the paper in places as she went.  Tears running down her cheeks, in a fit of m*censored* hysteria.  "No, no, no, why, why, why am I such garbage that I can't even measure correctly!"   Raven began getting really dizzy, she was having a starvationg-induced panic attack.  She stood up and promptly fainted down on the ground. 

She woke up in the nurse's office, dizzy.  "Here, eat this Naomi,"  the nurse tried to give Naomi some crackers, but Naomi closed her mouth and shook her head violently.  "Come now, you need to eat this!  Stop resisting!"  The nurse opened Naomi's mouth and dropped the crackers in.  Naomi began thrashing around violently and made a mad dash to the girls' restroom.

She ran into a stall, got down on her knees, and brought up the evil food inside of her.  She purged until blood came up,  that way, she knew eveything was out.  Coughing and crying, she stood up, only to faint again.  This time, no one found her.  She laid there for hours.

Salim had hissed at her to not respond when the fire alarm went off, So she had just sat there with her head down, trying to catch up with math. She was only a few problems away when the bell rang and she reluctantly got up, Shuffling ot the door amoung the kids, keeping her head low and somehow seeing through her bangs, which completely covered her lavender/gray eyes. Now, My pet, Go and do your cla.sses like a good little girl, and I shall reward you after school. She nodded slowly and shakily, and the cat disappeared. She gulped, bolted to her locker, and slammed it into her hhead by accident in her hurry to get to cl*censored*. She gave a short, high-pitched scream, although it hardly hit her. She grabbed her books, slammed it shut loudly, and raced down the halls in a frenzy.

When she got to the science cla.ssroom, she quickly took a seat at her also-scribbled-on Desk and layed out her books, wiping sweat from her forehead and obsessively scribbling down rapid answers, fearing what the black cat might do to her. Most of it was gibberish from her frenzy, but the problems were readable. mostly. She quickly finished enough problems to relax for a few minutes, heaving a heavy sigh and leaning back in her seat, slumping down. The cat then appeared on her shoulder again. What are you doing, My pet? I thought you were working.

When the teacher told the cl*censored* to stop reading, Phoebe closed it reluctantly and straightened her coloured pens to the exact millimetre before she could listen to the teacher. It was taking her a while; when she'd move one at all she'd swipe at them angrily, knocking most to the floor, before looking up frantically to see if anyone had noticed. Then she would pick them up and start again. "Phoebe," The teacher said calmly. Phoebe didn't hear her. "Phoebe," The teacher said more firmly. Phoebe sat up quickly.

"Sorry," She said quietly. She stuffed her pens back into her pencilcase, not paying any attention to the nagging feeling at the back of her mind about not completing her ritual. Thoughts were trying to push their way into her mind. Scared, Phoebe scratched her hand hard, trying to make the pain stop her from thinking the thoughts. She looked down at it when she realised it hurt more than it should, and saw that she was bleeding. Infected.  Contaminated.  diseased.  Phoebe gasped and her other hand shot into the air.

"Yes, Phoebe?" The teacher asked.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" Phoebe asked, and when her teacher nodded, understanding her disorder, she stood and ran out. She went to the nurse's bathroom, as she was going to go there after she washed her hands. As soon as she got there she was immensely surprised when she saw a girl lying on the floor, unconscious. She cried out and quickly kneeled at the body. "Are you okay?" She said, poking her arm hard. Then she regained herself and shook the girl. Then she grabbed a handful of water and threw it over the girl's face. "Wake up!" She cried.

Raven woke up, head spinning.  "Ugh, what happened?"  She was covered in drool and vomit, laying on the floor.  She slowly got up and decided to walk to her dorm.  She didn't want to put any attention on herself, so she walked quickly.   Immediately when she got home, she showered.  She had to wash her hair 8 times, partly because of her ritual, patrly because there was vomit in her hair.  She stepped out of the shower and walked over to the sink, where she proceeded to wash her hands.  Over and over, she just couldn't stop.  She was washing clear into the night, finally stopping when she did it 88 times.  Her hands were raw and painful. 

Walking over to her bedroom, she started excercising.  Quietly of course, because she had gotten in trouble.  She did hundreds of sit ups.  Sitting, she was very nauseas and decided to eat something.

Down in the kitchen, she grabbed her "special"  0 calorie lettuce.  She poured a few pieces into a bowl and took it with her upstairs.  She chewed each bite 88 times, until all the flavor was gone.  She was "eating" for hours.  Suddenly, she felt very guilty, grabbed the bowl and ran to the toilet.  She began purging some more, though she had eaten very little.  She dumped the bowl of "food" into the toilet.

Walking back to her room, she felt powerful, in control,  pure.

She climbed into bed, exhausted and pulled up the covers.  

"Urrrrrpgghh"  Appearantly, her stomach wasn't completly empty yet.  She grabbed her bowl and puked into it some more.  She dropped the bowl on the floor, spilling its contents on her, the bed, and the rug, and p*censored*ed out in bed.