Post by minerva rose varkatzas on Feb 7, 2012 15:37:10 GMT -5
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M I N E R V A ● R O S E ● V A R K A T Z A S
"i'll stop running when i'm dead."
15 ● SOPHOMORE ● PSYCHOTIC DISORDERS
CHARLAVAIL EFFRON
ENTRANCE INTERVIEW WITH ADMISSIONS
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"Can you give us some details about yourself?"
"You aren't going to tell him are you? Please tell me you won't. You have to promise.. I can trust people, not anymore."
"I promise."
"Oh okay, well.. You seem nice anyways. My name is Minerva Rose Varkatzas, most people call me Minnie-- and that works seeing as I'm only four feet, ten inches. I'm fifteen and I was born on May fourteenth. I was born and raised in Portland, Maine. "
"The police found you in Olympia, Washington though. How'd you wind up there?"
"I was running."
"Running? Like, running away?"
"I was protecting my dad, but-- I bet the man will be back, der Grosseman-- der Nicht Konig. He never sleeps, so neither can I. He's the reason my mother and brother are dead, and now he's coming after me-- Dad is oblivious to what's going on. I'd tell you more, but I can't. "
"Why?"
"'Cause he'll come after you too. The more you know about him, the more he knows about you."
"Well, what made you convinced he was coming after you?"
"Der Grosseman stole my mother, killed her. My brother showed me images of it when i was ten-- then he took his own life two years ago. 'Cause of the visions he had of der Ritter. My father found him in his bedroom the morning after while I was in school. I hate him."
"Der Grosseman, der Ritter? Is it the same person?"
"Same being, it's not human at all."
"What can you tell me about Anthony Defeo?"
"He picked me up while I was walking on the highway--- gave me a ride into Olympia. He's a bad man, he works for Der Grosseman and was trying to bring me back to him-- but I'm much more clever than I look."
"More deadlier as well, apparently."
"No! I didn't kill him-- He was trying to drag me off and I stabbed him! I was defending myself."
"You punctured his lung, and broke his ankle. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I was protecting myself."
"Do you think the school can help you?"
"I hope they can, but I'm not sure anyone could help me."
"It was a pleasure talking to you, Miss Varkatzas."
"Nice to meet ya too, ma'am."
DR. REYNOLDS ON MINERVA VARKATZAS
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"Patient 206, Minerva Varkatzas. When the police found her, she was on top of a roof of a decrepit building in the pouring rain; severely malnourished, her limbs and torso covered with bruises, scrapes, and cuts, and suffering from hypothermia. She only had the clothes on her body, which consisted of slip on tennis shoes, leggings, and a sweatshirt. They didn't think she was going to make it through the night. They figured out who she was thanks to her DNA and Jackson Varkatzas came out from Portland to see his daughter.
Amelia Varkatzas died after Minerva was born-- she too was schizophrenic- -so it was easily deducible by the way Minnie described things, that she suffered the same ailment as her mother. I once believed that the patient had Paranoid Schizophrenia, as this character she calls 'der Ritter' only appears when she's all ready having a bad hallucination-- stress is a huge factor as well. The more she's stressed, the more this 'being' shows up.
What's unique is that this being isn't one she made up. Her brother was a bit of a nerd, and was described by the father as a horror fanatic. This being was created on a forum for a 'scary picture' contest, and has since grown a cult-like following. The being is called the Slenderman, and while Germanic villages had an actually story about him being called Der Ritter, there was no proof that it actually existed-- it was an urban myth that played on people's fears of dark forests, as he resembled a tree.
Naturally, a young girl who hasn't been told the exact reasons why the people in her life have died looked for an excuse-- something, someone to blame. She blamed the only creature she could associate with this; Slenderman. So, she began looking up what she could, and in an effort to 'save' her father, at thirteen the young girl ran away from home. The destiantion unknown, but she just had to get away, to spare her father from the horrors. She believed she was doing the right thing. She's a smart, exceedingly intelligent and creative individual, but never got a chance to learn how to cope with the realities she must face on a day to day basis. It's no surprise that she adopted this monster as an outlet.
As far as her hallucinations go, when she has them she's fully immersed. They are visual, auditory, and her nerves mimic what she would feel. She claims it similar to an acid trip, that if she thinks positive thoughts she'll be fine. She may even like it, but when der Ritter comes for her-- her world turns into a black and white nightmare. It seems that when she isn't stressed or startled during her hallucinations-- she poses no threat to other students, or even other individuals.
However the case of Anthony Defeo, he's a convicted sex offender in the state of Washington. There is little doubt in my mind that when Mr. Defeo picked the young girl up, he had full intentions of attempting explicit acts. However, he began inappropriately touching the young girl during one of her episodes in the car. Of course, almost like a security measure-- her world became the nightmare she was so used to. He also changed, in her eyes-- he was wearing a mask with paint on the eyes and lips, turning into what-- after investigating the folklore of Minerva's monster-- is called a 'proxy', a worker of the Slenderman. Minnie Varkatzas truly believed her life was in danger, so she took the necessary steps to freedom.
I recommended Hawthorne to Jackson, as I'm one of the therapists there-- and I truly believe with the right skills, and the right medication Minerva can definitely get better and accomplish great things in her life."
DEV ● NINETEEN ● PM
"It was just another day at the Onyx Hotel, another day in what could easily be considered paradise to the uninformed guest. They were completely oblivious to the world around them, to the hidden lives of the staff that seemed so friendly and willing to help. Most people here led double lives, and it wasn’t shocking to see some of them slip when talking to fellow coworkers. Not that Evelyn ratted them out, truth be told—she didn’t really care, as long as their double lives were kept under wraps then the sassy redhead was fine. Evelyn’s job wasn’t to stop people from living their lives, it was to stop their reputation from tarnishing the Hotel’s. As much as the Vanderbilt family were the faces of the Onyx—anyone who didn’t think that she did anything was more than full of it. She was the brain, telling them the right words to say at the right moment—making sure they were prepared for whatever came at them, and it was a very—very taxing job.
The five foot four woman walked confidently in the Onyx, she wasn’t untouchable—far from it, but to say she didn’t have a presence was very far from the truth.
The redhead’s black rimmed eyes looked forward, staring through any of the staff members that happened to pass by. It was strange really, her look could change from cold and distant to warm and pleasant to any guest that managed to be in her path. It was a gift, really—she was one of the many faces of the hotel, and she had a job to keep it in the best light physically possible. That also involved dressing to impress, and instead of wearing her hair down, she had her ginger locks pulled back, not a hair out of place. Her attire was very typical for Evelyn. Vintage meets modern, mixing classics with currents for a timeless look that suited the woman perfectly.
As Café D’Onyx came into view, she smirked—the ideal place to get a good cup of coffee while looking over the notes for the event Ethan and Natasha had thrown together. The place was crawling with pseudo, and actual intellectuals—but which was which was hard to decipher unless you knew what you were looking for. Ordering a latte, the woman waited patiently as they made it before taking her seat at one of the few tables left in the place as guests came in to get their morning shot of caffeine. Even sitting at a table, minding her own business—she didn’t look like a guest. Be it her attitude, her look, or just her poise… She seemed like someone who had pull with the hotel, someone it would be wise not to get involved with.
As the thirty year old women began to look through some of the information on the charity ball that was coming up, she felt a presence near her. Blue eyes glanced over to the person nearby, before raising a brow. Her lips curved into a seemingly sweet smile, “Can I help you?” She inquired, closing the files. It wasn’t that any of the information was classified, but—to be quite frank she had no idea who this person was." [/center]
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