Playing "Pool of Tears" from the American McGee's Alice Soundtrack.
DJ rocks my neo-world. Like, seriously. It's thanks to her epicness that I finally have this song for Bea's page.
{ layout sux in everything right now }
-insert story intro thang here-
This page is in a state of flux.
Majorly Under Re-Construction
adjkaljds, I have to get a new layout for bea's page, and humanize everything. There will be more story pieces and scenarios. Possibly even comics. Not sure yet.
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N Name :
beatrice ursula swallow
N Pronunciation :
{bee-uh-triss} {er-suh-lah} {swah-low}
N Nickname :
bea
N Species :
lenny
N Brush Colour :
mutant
N Gender :
female
N Age :
32
N Residence :
neovia
N Education :
various degrees in biology -neopian physiology, anatomy- and chemistry
N Title :
doctor
N Occupation {former} :
assistant mortician, pharmacist, surgeon's aid
N Occupation {current} :
none
N Lifestyle :
upperclass
N Diet :
cannibalistic
N Voice :
think cate blanchett as queen elizabeth I {elizabeth & elizabeth: the golden age}
N Personality :
disciplined, self-serving, patient
N Interraction type :
observational
N Petpet
{current} :
curious contraption the goy
N Intimate Relationships :
Hahahahhaa, oh good one
N Family :
deceased/migrated
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OOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooo Spooookyyyyyy
ooga booga
Relatives
I've been told I take after my mother quite a bit...
My four-membered family consisted of my mother, father, sister, and myself. We did not have much contact with our extended relatives, as there were scarcely any of them at all and those in existance found better ways to spend their time than basking in our presence.
Griselda Swallow
My mother, was a self-made pirate lenny. She owned a business involved in selling coffins to funeral homes. She was the undisputed head of the household, and all decisions having to be made would pass under her watchful eyes first.
Willard Lark-Swallow
My father, was a passive shadow lenny. He enjoyed his books, and was content with whatever my mother planned for him. With his death all the works of literature he had collected over the years fell to me.
Priscilla Swallow
My sister, the halloween lenny. She chose to travel away from Neovia a while back. Last I heard, she was making her way to Bogshot Village. We have not kept in touch. However, this is the most beneficial arangement for both parties; we were never "chums", but we never developed a sibling rivalry either.
Chronicles...
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• Wibreth Stew
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It had been an uncharacteristically sunny day in Neovia, myself still a tiny fledgling. I'd been playing outside with my sister for most of the morning; we ran around the lawn trying to convince our pet zebie, "Harold", to chase after us. He didn't need much persuasion, and it wasn't long before he excitedly trotted after our giggling selves, butting his small head into our ankles. Priscilla soon tired of the game and went inside, but I was too caught up in it to notice the hours floating by. I must have spent the entire day playing with that petpet.
That night my family was invited to dinner with the DeFeuilles, a family of aishas, neighbors from down the road.
The visit started smoothly enough; the standard Neovian etiquette of polite greetings and introductions were made, along with the comments on appearances and such.
No really, you look marvellous, Griselda, have you done something new to your hair?
Willard, my good man, you simply must stop by tomorrow; I just acquired this lovely tome I think you'd be fascinated with...
Oh, look at you two! You've got such splendid daughters, Griselda...
It continued in this way for quite a while as my parents, Priscilla and I were escorted to the parlor, then eventually the dining room, where dinner was served; the entrée consisting of a steaming hot helping of Wibreth Stew.
Having never really been acquainted with us and our workings, Mrs and Mr DeFeuille were oblivious to a fixed code of conduct with us Swallows -and indeed, all lenny families-: we do not consume our own. It is as simple as that; it is questionable to eat anything possessing feathers, and the idea of consuming a creature that is not unlike yourself with your own features has unnerved a great multitude of lennies. My parents were no exception to this mentality.
Of course, there was no way the DeFeuilles could have known this -their meal courses already fully prepared and ready to be served- but my mother reacted as though this had all been planned from the start; their "mix-up" an insult against her and an attempt at comprimising her business. During the upheaval, no one noticed I had already satisfied my hunger from missing the mid-day meal.
Surprisingly enough, my family did not become cross with me. They were simply shocked. The dinner continued without incident, the following courses much less cannibalistic...
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• Visual Happenings...
To view these pictorial stories in their full size, drag them up to your address bar.
A Mid-day Snack
jf;ad;jsk;aj;f stuff on petpets old and new. Include little blip on 'vicious delicious' the crokabek. End with current petpet, 'curious contraption' who is inedible.
text text text text story but not really okay it's just an explaination but I probably could put it into a story mode, starting with vicious delicious and his shall we say disapaearnce and then ending with curious contraption and how he's a robot and thus inedible but he functions well performing menial tasks around the house. or something.
text text text text story but not really okay it's just an explaination but I probably could put it into a story mode, starting with vicious delicious and his shall we say disapaearnce and then ending with curious contraption and how he's a robot and thus inedible but he functions well performing menial tasks around the house. or something.
text text text text story but not really okay it's just an explaination but I probably could put it into a story mode, starting with vicious delicious and his shall we say disapaearnce and then ending with curious contraption and how he's a robot and thus inedible but he functions well performing menial tasks around the house. or something.
Acquaintances & Associates
Doop dee doooooo, another intro thang here
Oridos
Species :
Nimmo
Belongs to :
Thorn_Zenithar
Residence :
Meridell
Literally speaking, Oridos is my oldest friend. Being a wizard {one working under King Skarl of Meridell, no less}, age isn't much of a factor for him.
Morgan Dubois
Species :
Cybunny
Belongs to :
Thorn_Zenithar
Residence :
Neovia
Hmmm, how can I describe Morgan? He's... quaint. In truth, he's the closest thing I have to what you might consider a best friend. But that doesn't diminish the fact that he can be a tad tiresome to deal with. It's his sulky demeanour that pushes things; of course he thinks one bad past experience is enough of an excuse to constantly go around feeling sorry for yourself, trying to manage whatever ill-placed feelings of guilt you may have. All this because he has the foolish idea his parents' death was somehow his fault. Really, as if an eight-year-old could be trusted to not mix up the regular china tea set with your cursed one. Did I mention he suffers from insomnia because of it? Utterly ridiculous.
However, despite his woe-begotten mood and fatigued manner, he does make a decent companion.
Cybil & Cedric Cerveau
Species :
Aisha & Skeith
Belongs to :
Charybdis7
Residence :
Neovia
Stuff and things here; sum up first meeting, history, etc. Include pic. I love how creepy and socially awkward I can make them.
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Here is an assortment of shops and galleries in Neovia that are well worth your while to visit. Infact, I recommend it if you wish to experience Neovian culture to its fullest...
If you know of a gallery or shop that I don't, why not send Charybdis7 a note to inform us?
Mr. L. Carawool's Dignified Bargains
A more delightful character you will never meet. Mr. Carawool carries such passion for his trade, it warms the hearts of all who enter. He seeks only to please his customers, serving those browsing his shop scorns of deprecation. He puts forth an effort to make sure every shopper finds what they are looking for, following them around the shop while breathing heavily down their shoulders and mouthing phrases of scorn in his pleasantly impatient, not-quite-silent way.
Le Top Hat
One could spend all afternoon wandering Le Top Hat. Its quaint collection of hats gathered over time lend such a hypnotic charm to the general atmosphere of this gallery as to keep the average window-shopper occupied for hours on end. A lovely little establishment of which one should take warning upon visiting: it is not an easy building to leave.
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blahdkf;aa;jsdksl;a blah, stuff and intros here. Maybe switch the title up.
Meepit Oaks Sanitorium
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Taken from the remains of Meepit Oaks Sanitorium, by a certain morbidly-curious Usul.
Lucy's journal, 31st day of Collecting:
Tonight is Halloween. Most of the staff have gone home to Neovia, leaving only myself, Dr. Valus, and the janitor, Miles, overseeing the patients for the night. I hope that all goes well, and I think between the three of us, we can manage.
The inmates are quiet at the moment, as it is late. I have drawn the first shift; Dr. Valus and Miles are resting, but of course I can rouse them should I need assistance. Miles's pet Zomutt has been snuffling around, making a minor nuisance of himself; earlier today, I found him burying a bone in the courtyard -- goodness knows where he found it -- and chased him away. I don't know why Miles keeps that horrid creature around, but it seems to obey him, and the doctors tolerate it, so I must as well, even though I am head nurse.
The most exciting news of late is that I had dinner with Dr. Valus earlier tonight. It wasn't a date, exactly, but I feel and hope that things are headed in that direction. He is quite charming when he's not distracted with diagnosing the insane.
Lucy's journal, 1st day of Storing:
It is late afternoon, and we are all quite worried. None of the other staff have returned from Neovia this day. Dr. Kirkbride and Dr. Heeler should both have been here by noon at the latest, not to mention some of the other nurses and orderlies.
I only find time to write now because Miles and I have just finished feeding lunch to the inmates. Dr. Valus has set off for Neovia to see if he can find any of the other staff; he should be back by nightfall.
Miles's pet Zomutt has been staring out the windows all day, growling quietly. He even barked at Miles and tried to bite him once when the janitor approached the beast, but Miles was able to calm him down. I don't know what's gotten into him.
For my part, I am very worried. What could have happened to the rest of the staff? If we do not receive relief soon, we may be overwhelmed.
Lucy's journal, 8th day of Storing:
I have not had time to write in a while, for we have been extraordinarily busy. Dr. Valus returned on the evening of the first, as promised, to report that Neovia was entirely deserted. It was as if the entire town had simply vanished into thin air. One house, he said, had been ransacked and burned, but the rest were untouched.
As a result, for the last week, Dr. Valus, Miles, and I have represented the entire staff of Meepit Oaks. We are exhausted beyond belief; we barely have time to feed and wash the inmates, and there has been no time for any form of psychiatric treatment. We have had to dragoon Miles into working as an orderly, keeping the inmates physically restrained while we feed them or change their clothing. Due to his lack of experience, on several occasions an inmate has almost broken loose; only Miles's brute strength (for he is rather large) has kept them in check.
We have sent for help, but have no idea if or when it will arrive. The sooner, the better, for we are bound to make a mistake sooner or later and let one of the inmates free. If that happens, I fear for our lives.
Lucy's journal, 11th day of Storing:
Good news, these last few days! On the evening of the eighth, we received a knock on our door. We opened it to find one Dr. Edward Alexander, sent from Neopia Central, to aid us. He gave his regrets that no more assistance could be sent, but he has done us wonders.
In the days before he arrived, the inmates became even more violent and aggressive than usual. Miles suffered several cuts when a mad Skeith managed to claw his arm, and I myself had been bruised several times when one inmate or another managed to break free of his restraints and knock me aside. Thankfully, Dr. Valus and Miles managed to restrain the inmates each time.
Nonetheless, we were on the edge of exhaustion when Dr. Alexander arrived. He brought with him an elixir, so he called it, that had been recently developed and would help to calm our inmates. It worked like a miracle; we mixed it with the inmates' food, and within a day, they had all become subdued and peaceable. We have spent the last two days resting as much as possible, to restore our energies, now that the inmates do not take so much of our energy to manage.
Dr. Alexander is a remarkable man. Handsome, and with the most striking yellow eyes. He is every bit as charming as Dr. Valus; even more so, I suppose, for he has not spent the last eleven days wearing himself out. I find myself drawn to him, and I think Dr. Valus may be getting a little bit jealous.
This morning, in fact, Dr. Alexander told me that he was very impressed with how I had held up during this crisis, and said that most nurses he knew would never have been able to hold out so long. He presented me with a beautiful violet flower that seems to glow even when not in sunlight, and is positively radiant when it is so illuminated. I don't know where he found it, but he assures me that it is a magic flower and will never need water or sunlight in order to thrive. I suspect it is a bit of poetic license on his part, but I cannot say that I mind.
Despite Dr. Alexander's presence having saved us from disaster, we certainly cannot continue on with only four staff -- and who knows how long Dr. Alexander will be able to stay? Soon we must find new orderlies and nurses to replace our missing staff, who are clearly not returning.
Lucy's journal, 13th day of Storing:
Disaster has struck. I write this from within one of our very own cells, having been locked here by the inmates. I only pray that someone will release me before it is too late.
On the afternoon of the eleventh, Dr. Valus saw the flower that Dr. Alexander had given me. He asked where I had gotten it, and I told him. This seemed to infuriate him, and he would not speak to me except in short, clipped tones the rest of the day. He was very agitated every time I saw him.
The next morning, I was awoken by Miles, the janitor, who told me to come quick. It seemed that one of the inmates had escaped from his cell. Dr. Valus had, apparently, gone to feed the inmates alone, and said that this particular inmate had broken from his restraints, attacked him, and fled into the asylum. Despite myself, I suspect that Dr. Valus may have still been upset about the flower Dr. Alexander gave me, and made an error in judgment when setting the inmate's restraints.
Dr. Valus insists, of course, that he made no mistake, and that the inmate simply broke free. I doubted this, for the inmates had all been calm and passive ever since Dr. Alexander began feeding them his elixir; but Dr. Valus said that he had not seen Dr. Alexander since the previous morning, and so the inmates had not received the elixir in almost a full day.
Dr. Alexander was still nowhere to be found, and I feared something terrible had happened to him, especially if the escaped inmate came upon him alone in the asylum. Dr. Valus, Miles, and myself searched the asylum as a single party, trying to find the escaped inmate. However, our doom was already sealed. Upon our third circuit of the cellblock, we discovered the several more cells had been opened, and the inmates escaped. Dr. Valus decided that it was time to flee the asylum, but it was too late.
A dozen or more inmates descended upon us in a fury. They dragged us away from one another, describing the horrible things they would do to us. I feel lucky, at least, that they only threw me in a cell and locked the door. For a while I feared they would return to torment me, but after a while, the asylum grew silent, and it seemed they had escaped into the Haunted Woods.
I sit here, now, lucky that I carried a pen and a last sheet of paper with me, so that I can document what has happened. The flower that Dr. Alexander gave me shows no sign of wilting, and so I suppose it is as magical as he claimed. It is my only companion, now, and the only memory I have of any brief happiness I felt in these last two weeks.
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A "Sanitorium" is a facility that houses and looks after those patients with terminal or other long-term illnesses. It differs from asylums whose main focus is on afflictions of the mind. Meepit Oaks set itself apart from other sanitoriums by branching off onto an asylum path.
To grasp a greater sense of the inner workings of Meepit Oaks, it could prove useful to skim through the journal of one of its nurses, located to your right. These journal pages were taken directly from the crumbling remains of the sanitorium. They were crucial clues to Gilly, Sophie, and Bruno in their quest to save Neovia.
The Nurse who wrote them, an acara named Lucy, is long dead, her skeletal remains found in a rust-covered cell that used to house patients of the building.
Meepit Oaks Sanitorium saw its prime days as a medical facility in the time before the cursing of Neovia. Once the schemes of Mr. Krawley reached the town, Meepit Oaks fell into dissaray, eventually shutting down completely.
Goulblee Pine Sanitorium
Like the decrepit Meepit Oaks establishement, Goulblee Pine Sanitorium sought to care for those with long-term illness, usually resulting in the expiration of the patient.
This factor alone made for perfect conditions to develop upon my growing cannibalitic preferences. All it took was making trips to the facility's small morgue, and raiding the decomposing carcasses. I was never caught, and never suspected of anything more than being a valuable addition to the staff of the sanitorium.
But enough about my personal experiences and agendas acquired whilst working there. The facility itself was above average in conduct; it was certainly more orderly than Meepit Oaks, with their patients wandering around willy nilly. Goulblee Pine had rules and regulations. Patients followed day to day scheduales that were monitored down to the second, and accepted without question. Despite what you may be thinking, it made for a quiet mannerly environment.
Indeed, Goulblee Pine was quite the organized establishment. It's a shame they burnt it to the ground.
H. P. Lizark Asylum
The H. P. Lizark Asylum is coming apart at its seams, and it's been unravelling for a decade. The facility is in shambles, with most of its multitude of winding corridors completely devoid of functioning lighting. Instead of confronting their shrinking lighted holding space, the staff of the Asylum simply avoid those hallways, leaving them to the mercy of dust, mold, and who knows what else.
Speaking of the staff, H. P. Lizark Asylum is the most understaffed operation I have ever layed eyes upon. I remember a time when they were full to the brim with Doctors, Nurses, and general caregivers of all types; but the numbers have been dwindling, along with the state of the building ever since that tuskaninny, Doctor A. Mcgobbler, came to be the head of the Asylum's affairs. Don't be fooled by his business-like manner, he is more than a bit odd; his obvious interest in the eyes of those around him is something one should take in mind when thinking of letting their guard down in his midst.
Inmates...
This asylum has a knack for losing track of its patients. Ever since its hallways and corridors have been darkening, the number of dissapearances has been increasing dramatically. Infact, the staff will refuse to venture out and recover a patient who's room happens to have the ill luck of being in the vicinity of these shadowy occurances. It's rather strange.
The asylum held a multitude of different patients, most of which have gone missing, although it doesn't seem to alarm the staff working in the building seeing as they go out of their way to lose track of those they're supposed to be caring for.
I won't bore you with the details of how I acquired it, but I have here scattered remnants of H. P. Lizark Asylum's patient register. Pieces of the place's records are being found slowly but surely...
To Have Your Pet Listed at H. P. Lizark Asylum:
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Must be your own pet.
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Keep it neopets-appropriate {concerning their "affliction"}.
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Use the form below {try to fill in all sections}.
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Must be a permanant pet.
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Use the word cthulhkau when answering if you read the rules. Read on.
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Link back
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Name: (your username)
Patient: (name of pet/patient)
Condition: (made up or something on neopets)
Special requirements: (anything your pet might need)
Other: (background/story/behaviour/etc)
Did you read the rules:
Admit your dysfunctional pet
Patients of the Asylum...
Name:
Phersos
Referred by:
Baulk
Condition:
Failure-Incurred Psychosis, Trichotillomania, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
Special Requirements:
Requires medication and therapy. Limit exposure to hair removal and bathing items. Prevent exposure to hybrid creatures.
Notes:
Childhood problems resulting in current obsession with hair-removal and attention to personal hygiene. Accident whilst working as a healer on top of lab-ray overexposure lead to current state. Delusional; victim of chronic night terrors and hallucinaitons.
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Name:
Referred by:
Condition:
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Notes:
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Below you'll find a few knick-knacks I've accumulated. While they aren't edible, I still find myself drawn to collecting such lenny-related images.
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Here you'll find artwork drawn by Charybdis7 of myself. Drag and drop the images in your address bar to view their full size.
      
My Good Side
The following are some exquisite portraits of myself created by others. Drag each picture to your address bar to view their full size. The images are linked back to their creators...
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Credits
Link-back button animated by Thorn_Zenithar, made in ms paint by moi.
Background music, "Pool of Tears" from the American McGee's Alice soundtrack, comes courtesy of Sombolia2.
Textured table backgrounds, Meepit Oaks Sanitorium, Lucy's Journal come from Neopets.com {table texture = altador plot; meepit oaks & lucy's journal = tale of woe plot}.
Artwork (except those linked in fanart & collected adoptables sections), story, crummy html layout along with stripey page background, and bea's character come courtesy of me, Charybdis7.
Theft is not tolerated.
But why would you steal from a cannibal anyway?
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