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Set at 12:47 on September 24, 2021
WHAT DERANGEDDIVA IS DOING
Oh, hello there. I didn’t notice your arrival. Just let me put down my utensils expeditiously. I-I-I-I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong impression. Don’t concern yourself with what I was doing when you dropped in. Walk with me and I will take you on a tour of my gated community, Letchworth Village. You see, I came to this place under false pretenses. I was told that I was going to the Harmony Rock Spa in Haverstraw, just up the road a bit. You may imagine my horror when I learned that where I was actually coming was a lunatic house – filled with perfectly insane men and women. I am not insane. Those poor unfortunates, vile and filthy, are only a shade removed from the beasts of the field. But I digress, since they say I have been good lately, the attendants have been letting me have a bit of fun with tools, which is what I was doing when you came in.
Come on silly. What are you afraid of? The entrance gates are right over here. Did I tell you that they say I have psychopathic personality disorder. But I am unconcerned. I am not sure that there is a they. Although I have heard them whispering about me as if I cannot hear their conversations. Then there is the little girl with her incessant giggling. I can sense her wickedness pacing behind the walls. She knows I have seen her and now she is hiding from me. We used to play. With dolls. But they took them away. They said that the less stimulation I had, the better. No drawing, no reading, and definitely no playing with dolls.
Sounds in this place seep through the walls like mortiferous black blood. Do the others hear it? How can they stand it? It makes me want to rip my skin off and run as fast as I can. These sounds are so loud they down out all words.
Come on! You are so slow and I am excited to show you my favorite part of my prison, I-I-I-I mean home, the cemetery. Don’t shuffle your feet; you do not
want to wake anything that is sleeping. I can tell you that from experience, but I won’t bore you with that story this time. Why do sneezes always come in threes? Whenever I come to this cemetery I always wonder why, with so many acres of grounds, they put the cemetery over a mile away from the campus? Why is it in the woods? To be far away from the prying eye of the outside world? Why are the patients buried with anonymous numbers? What are they trying to hide? Maybe we, residents of this place, were never meant to be remembered. Yes, there’s something particularly unusual about our cemetery…there are almost no gravestones. Instead, the cemetery our filled with small, gray, t-shaped markers. Hundreds of these markers, each one with its own unique number. They say that our facility was meant to be state-of-the-art, implementing progressive methods. They say that we were meant to live and work on a semi-utopian 2,362-acre working farm, tending crops and livestock. But, I tell you the truth, that is not what it is like. I once saw the medical staff experimenting on the brain of a young child, they didn’t see me watching. I also enjoy watching when the doctors harvest brain specimens (sometimes whole brains!) from deceased residents and store them in jars of formaldehyde. Then they put them on shelves in the hospital lab, where everyone can see! And I am glad that the doctors and nurses don’t see me exploring and watching procedures, because I like it. I like watching and I like seeing them cause pain. Many of our residents are children. They have been abandoned by society and have been appropriated as playthings for doctors and nurses who should be patients themselves.
Do you feel the isolation? The cold anonymity of this place? The restlessness of souls who are not worthy of a name of date of birth? Nature has been quick to reclaim its dominion over these unhallowed grounds, shrouding an unpleasant memory in a thick green veil. And the place has become like the people who live and die here, forgotten.
I like 504; always dressed in her angelic seafoam green taffeta dress adorned with a wide pink satin bow. Her dress and sleeves were edged with the most delicate white eyelet lace. She wore unblemished pink satin ballet shoes that matched the bow on her dress to perfection; the full sole type like those just learning to dance wear. Her long cocoa hair had light caramel natural highlights and fuzzy flyaway hairs at the part. She wore her hair in two cockeyed ponytails on either side of her head. She always had flowers in her hair and favored baby’s breath. Once on a visit, she told me she adored baby’s breath because it gave her joy to remember whose breath she’d taken away. This little beastly person in a pristine perfect wrapper. Only the grim bluish-purple, deep-set circles under her eyes and the askance ponytails hinted at what brimmed beneath.
I have a few profiles here, but you may know me best as Theodora.
Within these few pages of mine you will not find many details about my personal life. Why? That is simple. I am a private person and choose, very carefully, with whom I share my life. If you get to know me, you may find I choose to share with you. No, I do not expect you to feel fortunate, I am actually just an introvert who finds it extremely hard to trust. Most people who know me off the site or who know me on other profiles think I must be kidding when I tell them this, however, I assure you, this is a true statement. My profiles of late are carrying a theme throughout. These themes represent different facets of my personality, things or stories that I enjoy, and graphics and color schemes that I find pleasing to the eye. I enjoy coding as an expression of my more creative side, which is one of the reasons that I have several profiles.
Because my life off VR is of a very serious nature, you will find me to be quite silly, often joking. I am also quite perverse and have never met a dirty joke I did not like. Although I am extremely difficult to offend, I do have a few ground rules. I expect to be treated with respect. If you respect me, I will respect you. The converse is also true. If you disrespect me, expect to be disrespected in return. I do not put up with people's bullshit, whining or drama. I am not kidding. You see that on lots of VR pages, many times on those who are on the top of the negative honor list. That is not the case here. You bring your drama here to may page or to my Coven sanctuary, you will be blocked, no discussion. Please, do not flirt with me if you are in a relationship. I cannot stand cheaters. It is not cute or amusing and I consider that drama as well.
Please do not message me and simply say "hi." I generally do not respond to non-substantive messages. I also do not respond to requests to be turned into a vampire of any other such silliness.
My rating policy is also fairly simple. I give what I get. You give me a 5, you are getting a 5. Don't like it? I don't care. Is that fair? I don't care. Is it childish? Probably, but I also don't care. I worked hard on my profile and I like it a lot, in fact, I rated it a 10. Now, if you have constructive criticism, message me and we can chat. I am always up for learning new things. After all, I am not a coder by profession. Everything I have learned is self-taught or I have learned with the help of a few very dear friends.
Please feel free to add me, add my journal and/or stalk me. After all we all need a little help with bonuses. Just message me so I can make sure to return the kind favor. Thanks for visiting my profile. I hope you enjoyed your stay.
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