The Madhouse - o/st

[Kaida Silverbourne]

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⇜ ɹ ɐ ן ן ! d ɹ ǝ ʇ ɐ ɔ x ǝ ɥ ʇ ⇝

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McLean looked long and hard, going over every inch of the room as it began to blur and fade. Edges of solid objects became blurry, and only very few shades of anything other than grey could be seen now. A little bit of pink from the Rabbit`s clothes, a solid black mass for where his friend, the Hare, sat, the red welts on the Queens arms, and a little bit of red hidden away in the corner of the room. As quick as he had noticed the colour, he was in front of it, hovering almost as it slowly came into focus. The words that Elise spoke were almost lost to him; in his mind he had already crossed the room. He both looked up and looked over at the Rabbit as she came and started to inspect the drops as well, watching her eyes as they focused on the red splatters.

'Blood?' he tried to say, but he was too disconnected from his body to make it talk. He watched as Jack came over to join in on the view as well, and turned his gaze back down to the droplets. It was almost concerning that there would be blood so far from the scene of the murder, and as Jack looked around, McLean`s body stood and followed the motion for him to come over. The Caterpillar floated between them still, and focused in on the blood. It was for certain that it wasn`t from any of them, and he had not heard of any other injured going for any sort of care since word of the murder. It was possible that it wasn`t related, but there was something inside him that told him otherwise.

"None of us have fallen victim to any scathing in this room, maybe someone else would have heard or seen?" McLean`s voice came this time from his body as he walked up behind the two other patients, and as his body came closer, it became easier to focus on the splatter and the people beside him. "If it does belong to the one they would seek, should we tell the ones on call?" he asked them, the thoughts that were in his mind automatically coming out of his mouth. It was hard to keep his private thoughts quiet when he was unfocused from his body like this, but anything that he would consider important was locked far beneath the surface of his thoughts. Rude, abrasive, blunt... they were words that he was used to hearing. Not one person would dare accuse him of gossip, or the telling of secrets though. Trust was the one thing he could keep sacred no matter how far gone his mind was.

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Currently in;; The Lounge || I can see;; The March Hare, The Queen of Hearts, The White Rabbit.
My body feels;; Confusion, Curiosity. || Wearing;; 'Radioactive Green' Scrubs.

[Queen of Twigs]

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♥Mira had ignored McLean's blurb of nonsense as he intruded upon her conversation with Elise. Her hazel eyes slowly turned toward his direction as he spoke but still seemed to not even see them. The boy always seemed to speak in riddles and couldn't quite say what was truly on his mind. His nonchalance and detached attitude annoyed Mira. But who didn't annoy her besides her dear friend Elise? As if on cue, the girl took the wrist which she had been abusing just moments before and gave her red welts a gentle kiss, leaving an imprint of pink lipstick. Mira remained unsmiling, but the notion was enough to calm her growing blood lust if only a little. Elise had that effect on her for reasons that Mira did not know. She accepted the girl, and Elise accepted her. When she moved from her spot to investigate the floor, Mira simply watched as she and the other two spoke of blood splatters and how it could be connected with the murder from this morning.

With her black hair trailing behind her, Mira found herself joining the small group and kneeling down next to Elise. She couldn't spot it at first, but upon looking harder she could definitely see the tiny drops of blood. It was dried and caked the floor, and so tiny that almost anyone could have missed it. Mira took in the image of the now brownish red drops painted against the cold white tiles. They reflected in her hazel eyes, and blood was on her mind once more. Her fingers subconsciously went to the bands on her wrist as she gave them a light tug. Snap. Whoever the murderer really was had to of came through the lobby at some point, probably right after the murder itself. "Well they're definitely not mine." By mine, she meant that they weren't spilled on her account. "If they wanted to paint this horrible place red, they'd be better off slitting their victims throats. Or perhaps whoever the killer is simply enjoys the small pleasures." The small pleasures meaning that the killer must of tormented his or her's victims before they had killed them. "Or..perhaps they're wounded." She suggested.

She grew bored with the tiny dried droplets and rose from the spot. However, the mysterious killer was still on her mind. Could it really have been the Hatter? Mira refused to speak with the man since their first meeting, but she from what she knew, he was simply too pathetic to commit such an act. Or is he? Perhaps in his desperate search for his Alice, he had grown violent and willing to do anything to find her. Or maybe he was just doing it for attention. Just a reason simply ticked Mira off. But then again....there were alot of things that could upset her. And what a shame it would be for the person who would actually make her upset. It was in that moment that she heard the far way cry from somewhere within the asylum. The voice was male, and although it was a mere echo, Mira could make out that it was a cry for help. Her eye brow rose in curious suspicion as she turned to face the door to the lounge but made no move to head into the hall. "What's this....is somebody being attacked as we speak?" Her voice purred rather than show any concern. Normally Mira wouldn't bother with such things. This place and it's patients and staff bored her. But in the case of the murders, one could say that Mira was fairly interested indeed. ♥

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//Where//The Lounge //Mood//Curious //With//White Rabbit, Caterpillar, March Hare //Thoughts//Who could it be?
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❦//OutOfCookies//❦

[Cheshire_Hime]

D A R C Y "h A t T E r " E N G E L

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xx' T W A S B R I L L I G !, and the slithy toves ✗ ⤵
xxD I D G Y R E !, and gimble in the wabe; ⤴ ✓
xxxxxxxxxx'All mimsy were the borogroves,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAnd the mome raths, outgrabe.

The sound of the shoes hitting the hard concrete of the floor as they hurried toward the sound of his frantic yelling sent shivers of delight up the mad man's spine. Truly his actions were much like a child's pining for the love and affection of his parents. Most of the staff here were horrid yes, but those that were just starting here that had been less exposed to the madness within the asylum were more likely to give him just what he wanted. What he craved. Much like the young male nurse who now rounded the corner with a few other nurses behind him. Darcy took a step back from the Alice girl with his hands raised up to his face in mock horror. The nurses immediately went to the girl and shooed the cat away from her to get a better look. After assessing that she was now calmed down, they put away the pills they had had in their hands to give to her. Many panic attacks happened daily in the asylum, this was something they were used to. One of the nurses, a gentle, older lady said "No need to apologize. After all everything is okay now. Didn't seem to be too severe. This sort of thing happens all the time. We are used to it." She offered a kind smile to the awkward girl.

Meanwhile the male nurse had moved from Annabelle to Darcy's side once the other's had taken over and was gently stroking his back. "There, there Darcy." He hid his face in his hands, "B-but she was gasping for air! I didn't know what to do. Is she okay?" The nurse smiled and put both of his hands on the tops of his arms and squeezed, "She's going to be fine. It was a panic attack nothing more. Can you tell us what caused it perhaps? Or even Annabelle?" Darcy lowered his hands slightly to glance at the girl now being attended to by the older nurse. "I'm not sure. We were talking and she suddenly started breathing heavily. I panicked and so I yelled." He was doing a very convincing job of playing the helpless bystander. The older nurse, however, was not buying it. She had been around long enough to know all about poor Darcy.

She sighed as she finished her brief examination of Annabelle. "Darcy that's enough. Alex let's go. There's no need, Mr. Engel is going to be just fine." She grasped Nurse Alex by the arm and gestured for the rest of the staff to follow her out of her hallway.

No...no...no no no, NO NO NO NO! Darcy could feel the frustration rising up in him. He gritted his teeth together in his mouth while his eyes clouded over in anguish. His voice took on a darker tone and was more of a hiss than whisper, "Stupid old hag. b***h! Isn't it about time she retired already?" He turned away from Annabelle and Ash towards where the nurse had exited. His hands were placed at his sides and his fingers had once more curled into fists. He bit his bottom lip trying to keep in the screams he knew were coming. He didn't even glance back at the other two as he started to take his first steps forward. He couldn't take it though before he threw his hands up in the air in anger. He never handled his frustrations very well. His reactions always ranged from extreme anger to extreme depression. Right now was about a mix of both as tears streamed from his eyes. That stupid old nurse reminded him so much of his mother when she turned from him without so much as glancing at him that it sent a flood of memories through his deranged mind. His footsteps became more aggressive as he quickened his pace down the hallway towards his room. "Stupid, stupid, STUPID OLD BLOODY HAG! MISERABLE UGLY t**t! I hope you die. I HOPE YOU BLOODY WELL DIE!" He started to laugh hysterically as he turned the corner and out of sight of the forgotten fellow patients.

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Darcy lay in his bed with his right arm slung over his eyes. The scars on his wrist clearly visible in the ugly florescent light coming from above him. He mumbled unintelligible riddles to himself. The room around him was a complete and utter mess. He had really had a go at his surroundings once he had gotten back to his room. The nurse who he had been screaming curses at had finally come back with a team to inject him with a sedative in order to calm him lest he go completely berserk. Of course, not before he had gotten in a few injuries to himself and to her. His left arm was dangling over the side of the bed wrapped in fresh white gauze. "T'was brillig, and the slithy toves, did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogroves, and the mome raths outgrabe. If I wore a hat on tuesday and you wore stockings on saturday, what color were the fish in the pond?" He kept switching back and forth between his favourite poem and riddles. Not really thinking. Not really caring. But every so often he would mutter things like, "But I just want to read with you mother." "Mother stop screaming at me." "I can't change the way I speak mother."

B E W A R E !, the jabberwock, my son ✗ ⤵ xx
T H E J A W S !, that bite, the claws that snatch ⤴ ✓ xx
'Beware the JubJub bird, and shunxxxxxxxxxx
The frumious Bandersnatch!xxxxxxx
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O n e, t w o !x O n e, t w o x,x a n d x t h r o u g h x a n d [ t h r o u g h ]
- The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! ☼,
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and with IT'S head
He went galumphing back.

{OOC: his outfit.}

Silly Story

Im 1 Hell of a Butler

[Im 1 Hell of a Butler]

Hatter-RNevermore

Silly Story

Dragged ya down below
Ash "Ashie" Brooks
Down to the devil's show

Ash continued to hold her, a small smile breaking on his face when she thanked him. He had never been thanked before, and a part of him took much pride in those two little words. The cat felt her squeeze his arm and his smile continued to show, although it quickly faded when he heard the slapping of sneakers on the linoleum. He felt hands dragging him away, yet he let go easily, slipping away from the nurses and to one of the walls. Again he felt like he didn't belong, like he wanted to escape. He shut his eyes as he listened to the nurses chatter with Anabelle and Darcy. A frown formed on his face and he heard a quiet hiss escape at Darcy's acting.

The other always made him sick when he acted like this, while he got along with the other most of the time, he didn't like when the other was so manipulative. He shoved his hands in his pockets of his scrub pants so no one could see his hands tightening into fists. None of the nurses noticed him, or talked to him, and the cat was okay with that. He was used to disappearing, not being noticed, he liked it. The cat wasn't a people person, he opened one eye as the Hatter exploded like a volcano. He chuckled some and crossed his arms as he watched the other throw his tantrum. When the other walked off he looked over at Anabelle and said.

"Don't worry, he's always like that. That boy always throws a tantrum when things don't go his way... Sorry you had to see that though. Are you okay?" The other said, he was calm for once, not seeming as apprehensive.

You're now a slave until the end of time here
The Cheshire Cat~
Nothing stops the madness turning

I found myself: Hallway/Crime Scene
In the company of: Ana~ and Darcy
Feeling like I: Calm
On my skin: black scrubs

[Evoblack]

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ᴇʟɪsᴇ ʙʀᴏɴsᴛᴇᴅ
ｔｈｅ ｗｈｉｔｅ ｒａｂｂｉｔ

She did not fear blood. Over the course of her life, she had grown accustomed to the sight of it. The only emotion she felt carried with it nowadays was a fresh wave of exhaustion. Her father would beat her or another member of her family, her mother would wail within her room, and her brother would groan from his room. It was a cacophony of noise that Elise was glad to never have to hear again. However, seeing those few fresh droplets of blood--now long dried--instilled the first stabs of fear present in her as a child. All the rumors, everything she had heard about the killer, was real. There is a difference between knowing something and believing in it. She knew that the killer was real, but now she believed that the danger of death was real. Not just for her, but for all of them.

Elise closed her light blue eyes before opening them again. She had not been expecting something of this magnitude to have happened here. Elise turned around from the scene of the blood droplets and looked straight at her friend Mira. Those droplets aroused long-dead memories that did not need to be awakened. Elise forced down the primal fear bubbling in her gut--one that was twisting and mangling her insides into ferocious knots. The more she thought about the blood, the worse those knots twisted and tightened. She did not want to face the reality of something terrible happening to them. Perhaps she was a coward, unable to face the harsh reality of the possibility of death. To her, it was much more preferable to live in a daze, numbing her sensitivity to life's cruelty.

The teenager turned around and said, clearly, "No."

She heard the screams begin in the distance. Tears built up at the corners of her charcoal-ed eyes. Deep in her gut, Elise knew that he was involved: the one who called himself the Mad Hatter. The one who, in her mind, was behind the recent murder. The girl turned her back on the blood stains and started straight for her padded room. She forgot that her friend was there, forgot the draw of the mystery within her. Her euphoria was quickly dipping into a dark depression. Her limbs grew heavy. She shoved past doctors, nurses, and orderlies--really anybody who was in her way. Elise did not care anymore, for the past was coming back. She collapsed onto the padded floor of her room and, also, her prison.She would not have this--could not. As far as she was concerned, anything that reminded her of her past could just stay away from her.

Yet--and this she knew--there were only certain things one could shove to the side without consequence. Other things were not as easy to forget. Sometimes...they just did not want to be forgotten.

ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : The Lounge, her room

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs: ---

Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: Queen, Hare, Caterpillar

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ : depressed

ᴏᴜᴛғɪᴛ

golden_kitty

Queen of Twigs

Kaida Silverbourne

[Evoblack]

CHAPTER 2

Characters: All
Time of Day: Night, about 11pm
Weather: Rain, heavy thunder
Location: Patients' rooms
Event Duration: NA


Curfew is 10pm for all patients, no excuses. Wth the recent turn of events, many patients prefer to be in their rooms early. Their unease makes them feel safe in the padded rooms that they all once completely hated. Now they're not so sure. For our seven, who have found clues, things aren't so clear-cut. More, than anybody else in the asylum, are they uneasy. It is true that the killer may strike. It is only a matter of time.

Alice: Everything and everyone around you can't be trusted, except maybe for the Cat. The murders added to your new environment put you on edge. And, just when you think you might sleep, you can't. your system is too hyped up on adrenaline. You are all alone in your room, where everything is dark. Somewhere, outside of your room, you hear a noise. You know you aren't alone.

Hatter: They thought they could put you down, but they can't. You know they can't. Now that it's night, everything in your crazed might is heightened. The urge to find your Alice is even stronger than before. They can't keep you trapped. A master of entering locked places, you unlock your own locked door and go to find her. However, you instead encounter the Rabbit.

Queen: Nothing can hold you back, not even locked doors. You have managed to evade the curfew and wandering the halls, attempting to find the Rabbit's room. The halls are dead silent, save for the occasional creak here and moan there emitted from the old building around you. You don't think you can be scared, not at first, but there's something about the thought of the murder combined with the old building that grates on your confidence. While you are wandering the halls, you suddenly bump into the Cat in the darkness.

Cat: Usually you obey the curfew, curling up in your little nest of a bed in your padded room. However, a worry nags at you: Alice being left alone in an asylum where a killer wanders. Though deathly afraid, you venture out into the darkness. Your door is something that you have always known how to open, in adventures chasing after rogue mice and rats. Easily, you open your door and wander the halls. You are shivering, just anticipating in meeting the killer. Instead, you meet the Queen.

Rabbit: The droplets of blood were enough to send you spiraling into a state of deep depression. They reminded you of a past too horrible to remember, although your mind believes otherwise. Eventually, your depression wanes enough that you desire companionship from your only friend the Queen. So, you venture out into the asylum's dark halls to find your friend. Instead, you encounter the Hatter.

Caterpillar: In the beginning, you could have cared less about the murders. Yet, the blood droplets you found are enough to motivate you to investigate the crime scene. You are sure that, if you look hard enough (like the last time), you will find something of value that others will have missed. You engage your somewhat unwilling best friend the Hare in your investigation. The Hare argues with you, but you are able to convince him to see things your way.

Hare: At first, you weren't interested in the murders, but now you are. However, the reasonable part of you (which is seldom, if ever, engaged) convinces you to quietly stay in your room. Though you grew up on tough streets, a serial killer is different from the various gangs and random violence you have encountered. This is bigger than you, and you're not getting involved in it. Despite this, your natural violent nature is inclined to seek out the murderer and, as masochistic as you may be, challenge him. Your friend the Caterpillar comes to visit you. He attempts to convince him to view the crime scene. But you are stubborn and stay where you are. you argue, and your friend manages to convince you to join him. The reasonable side swept aside,, your violent nature relishes a new challenge.

[Im 1 Hell of a Butler]

Dragged ya down below
Ash "Ashie" Brooks
Down to the devil's show

The day faded to night, and the cat went about as normal either wandering hallways or taking small naps in places that he would deem safe. The boy laid in his room before curfew, listening as the nurses went to each of the doors and locked them. Usually he would yawn and curl up in his nest of pillows and sheets on his bed, tonight he felt restless. This restlessness was an unusual habit for the cat, he began walking back and forth in the padded room after he had laid on his bed and counted each of the pads that lined the room and ceiling, twice. Ash huffed, staring at the door, he couldn't relax and he believed he finally figured out why.

Anabelle. His mind finally set on something, that being the girl he met today. With that killer around, and her being new, she could be next. And the cat-minded boy simply couldn't allow something or someone to injure his new friend. For many, the door would be a deterrent, since it was locked, or maybe even curfew. Neither of those bothered the cat though, he was a cat after all and could usually sneak around unseen if he wanted to. The door was easy because of how many times he had unlocked it to go after rogue mice or rats in the Sanatorium. He walked over to the door, pulling a wire from the door frame that he used to pick the locks. Ash knew to hide it well enough that the nurses wouldn't find it when they did room checks.

He knelt down to look at the handle and the key hole, slipping the wire through and wiggling it till the lock clicked open. "This is becoming too easy..." The cat mumbled, already growing bored with the once difficult task. He curled the wire up and hid it in his pocket, slowly opening the door and slipping into the hallway. Ash slowly shut the door and walked to down the hallway, sneaking well like a cat. The male could hear the rain and heavy thunder booming against the walls of the large asylum, making him hiss quietly as he disliked the rain. He shivered some, wondering if he would come face to face with the thing that killed 'Dee and Dum' as the Hatter called them.

You're now a slave until the end of time here
The Cheshire Cat~
Nothing stops the madness turning

I found myself: Hallway
In the company of: Alone
Feeling like I: Slightly excited
On my skin: black scrubs

[Silly Story]

It had been such a busy day. Most would think sleep would come easy with having felt as exhausted as Anabelle did but it just wouldn't come. As she lay on her cot with Charlie laying on her chest--the faint scent of piss and sweat clinging to it and the padded walls--her eyes would drift closed but every sound would have them popping open again. Her mind fully alert once more and her heart racing. Most of the sounds were nothing more than creaks of the old building but then she heard something else. Something that had her bolting upright. Was the feet? A whispered word? Her imagination? She didn't think it was the latter but she wished it was.

She moved along the floor, pushing herself into the dark corner, trying to be invisible. With her knees raised to her chest and her arms wrapped around them she tried to pretend she wasn't there. Her sky blue eyes--now seemingly black pits with the lack of any light--squeezed shut. Someone was out there. She didn't know who but she was sure she had heard someone. Her mind went straight to the worst case scenario. The killer was outside her door, trying to get in. She was going to die and there was nothing she could do about it.

Her breathing began to speed up so she clamped her hand over her mouth, trying to silence the noise. 'Please, please. I don't want to die. I want to go home. I want my own bed back.' That's when she realized she had dropped Charlie. Her eyes shot open again. They were more used to the dark but the bunny blended in with the padding. Getting back on her hands and knees she crawled to where she had been trying to sleep against the back wall and felt for her last memory of innocence. 'Just go away. Leave me alone. Go away,' she chanted the words as she moved her hands about. A flash of lightning helped her spot the rabbit laying on the floor next to her cot. Quickly she snatched the soft furred creature by its arm and made a mad dash for her corner.

She felt safer with the soft rabbit pressed to her chest. The top of the sixteen inch doll's head rested under her chin. Again, she pulled up her legs, trying to become as small as she could. As much as she enjoyed a good thunderstorm, it was not making hiding easy. but maybe she could catch a glimpse of whoever or whatever was outside her room.

Location: her room
Company: alone . . . ?
Apparel: grey scrubs and white slip on shoes
OoC:

"one"
'two'

[golden_kitty]

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Evening came. Jack was in his cell pacing back and forth. The recent events were just beginning to bother him. He saw people die in the neighborhood he grew up in often. Gun shots and police sirens could almost put him to sleep, like a sweet cadence does a child. A problem was not found in the fact that a person had been murdered the day before, but in blood droplets they found earlier in the day. They told him that the Sanatorium did not house just a murderer, but a serial killer. Even though he had been faced with violence and death since childhood, he never met anyone who would do it quite the same. Gangs would fight other gangs, of course, but this serial killer was on another level. The person had possibly murdered two people, two days in a row, in a building full of guards for what seemed like the fun of it. There was a skill and a type of insanity about that.

Jack then found himself less worried and more interested in the person who may have done the killings. The teen sat down as he put thought into it. He couldn't recall any screams from the first victim. In the lounge earlier, he did hear a familiar cry of help from what sounded like the Hatter. A wide smirk crossed his lips as Darcy's name flickered in his mind. Jack had heard the rumors of him being the murderer. The Hatter was known to draw a great amount of attention to himself. There was no way that man could have killed them so quietly. Though, the first death was put on display for everyone to see. This teen couldn't erase all possibility of it being Darcy.

"I wonder who else it could be," He spoke aloud, pointer finger
tapping on his lips. His blue gaze scanned the broken walls of his room in thought. When he caught view of his door, he stared out to it. Jack could feel the eagerness rise within him. The serial killer was on another level of violence than he had ever witnessed. He couldn't help admire it a little and have a sudden need to seek him or her out. Not only did the murderer find a way to make the Sanatorium worse, but also flash an unknown power. Jack wanted that power. Everyone in the hospital was afraid of this person, and he/she was no where in sight. A great part of him felt the need to find, challenge, and destroy this person. No one takes power and authority of him. Jack got up to his feet and headed to the door.

The hand rested on the door handle. His blue gaze stared down to it. An even greater part of Jack told him to not go. It was foolish to seek out someone who has been killing people. Especially, at night when the first death seemed to happen. Jack was a violent teen, but did not want a death wish. The rise of the excitement from the idea to challenge had quickly fallen with this new thought. His worry came back to him when his mind cleared. His fingers uncurled from the handle. Jack went to his bed and sat on it. He decided that he would not get involved. If more people were to die, so be it. The people in the Sanatorium were nothing special to him, except for Mclean. Being that he had seen friend deaths before, he decided that it would just be another. If the serial killer decided to seek Jack out, he was more than capable to fight on his own. There would be no need to step out of his door that night.

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I'm With:Myself
Here In: My Cell
I Feel: Clear headed

[Queen of Twigs]

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♥If they thought that they could successfully make her follow the curfew then they were so horribly mistaken. Mira always did what she wanted, whenever she wanted. To her, there was no such thing as rules or regulations.The majority of the staff had learned that about her over the years, and many simply stopped even trying to get her to follow them. The halls of the asylum were seemingly empty as she wandered through them, her hazel eyes staring straight out in front of her. The day had been a long one, and everyone was concerned about the possibility of if they were in mortal danger. The murders were happening more frequently now and that gave rise to the question of who would be killed next?

Mira held her head high as she made her way down the halls. She refused to let the presence of a serial killer force her to hide inside her stinking cell with it's uncomfortable mattress and itchy sheets. Ever since the murders started, the staff had been more adamant about enforcing the rules as of late. And that annoyed Mira. Although she was so very curious as to who the killer really was, she also wanted nothing more than to wring his or her's skinny (or fat...) neck. I want their bloody head... she thought to herself. If there was anyone who was going to instill fear into the staff and patients of this asylum then it would be her, not some raving lunatic.

The hallways were dark for the most part. Many of the lights either didn't work or they simply flickered on and off. Most of the time, the lights were shut off at night so to save the wretched place money. Mira did not wish to stay in her room for multiple reasons. One of them was simply because the staff had told her she had to stay put, and another was because she wanted to defy this place and the murderer. But the main reason she had for not staying was because she wanted to see her dear friend. The girl had left the lounge earlier in such a distressing fashion and it bothered Mira. Elise was her only friend and the only person she truly cared for. She knew that the girl was prone to falling into deep states of depression. Mira wished to console her, along with talking to her about her annoyance with the staff's rules.

But as she continued to wander around, she realized that she must have taken a wrong turn. The halls were unfamiliar, and Mira knew that Elise's room was nowhere near this particular area. She looked around her with a single hand sliding against the wall, but there were no maps and it was far to dark to see much of anything. The sound of booming thunder echoed throughout the building accompanied by creaks and moans. Mira suddenly felt very uncomfortable standing alone in the dark. This place had many empty rooms and abandoned corridors. Perhaps the killer had taken residence somewhere around here. Perhaps they were waiting and plotting their next victim. Or perhaps....he or she was watching her right now somewhere in the dark. The thought settled in Mira's mind and she tried to shake it off. The killer wasn't just targeting anyone. They were killing off certain people. The declared characters of the Hatter's world. Mira quickened her pace when she realized that there was the possibility of her and Elise being in danger. What if the killer was hunting Elise right now? The though made her break into a semi-run. Stupid Hatter...this is all his fault! We didn't ask to be apart of his ludicrous world. Whether he's the killer or not, I'll have his stupid petty Hatter head!

She rushed down the halls in search of a way out, trying to find something familiar to her that might help her get to Elise's room. But it was too dark. Her footsteps echoed loud, but the thunder was even louder. She couldn't stand the feeling of being lost or (although she'll never admit it to anyone) being alone in the dark. It reminded her sourly of her lonely childhood with only an abusive mother and a neglectful father to keep her company. She held her elbow awkwardly out of habit as she walked faster, faster, and faster still. She abruptly turned another corner and felt herself bump into someone else. Her mind went blank and her heart skipped a beat, the only thought that went through her mind was, The killer! She instinctively and violently lashed out before her and grabbed at whoever it was in the dark. Her hands found cloth, and with a tug, she slammed the person into the wall. She was quite strong for a skinny girl of her size. Although her grip was of iron, her hands shook as she cocked one back and formed a tight fist. She was ready to deliver the blow before her eyes finally adjusted and she realized who it was in front of her. "Oh...it's just you..." she let out a small breath as she lowered her hands and took a step back, her hazel eyes glowering at the boy cat named Ash. ♥

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[Evoblack]

ᴇʟɪsᴇ ʙʀᴏɴsᴛᴇᴅ
ｔｈｅ ｗｈｉｔｅ ｒａｂｂｉｔ

"I'll teach you!" he shouted. His grubby, meaty hands enclosed around the hair at her scalp. With a scowl of enjoyment, he pulled upwards. Her mouth fell open into a terrible scream. He yanked her beautiful white-blond hair by its roots. Then, once satisfied by the noise she made, he flung her across the room. She groaned as her tiny head hit the wall. See, she was not a grown woman here--no, she was the child she once was. Elise looked down at her tiny, ten-year-old hands and cried out in frustration. Not again! Not again! The man, her father, lumbered over to her. He muttered inaudible curses under his breath. Her big sky blue eyes widened in pure fear. Her breathing became ragged as he came closer, closer, closer still until he was towering over her. The poor child--her heart was racing, her fear was poignant, but there was no one there to help her. She was all alone, save for her terrible father.

"You'll take your medicine, poppet," he growled at her. Her father grasped her by the throat with one meaty hand. With the other, he fiddled with the buckle on his pants. "And you'll like it."

That was when she screamed with all the breath her little lungs could afford. Suddenly, she was sitting straight up in bed and looking around with wide eyes. Elise was gasping desperately, her fully-developed chest heaving up and down. Meanwhile, she looked about her with fear-sharpened eyes. She was, as always, in her padded room. It was extremely dark, and the only light coming into her room was the dimmed lights outside her room in the hall. Even then, it was only enough light to provide distinguished shapes and not finer details. In the back of her mind, Elise remembered the killer that wandered the asylum. Her breath hitched, for she thought of her dream, and silently vowed for that never to happen ever again. The killer still in her thoughts, Elise armed herself with a knife. It was a clean, slick kitchen knife she hid within her pillow's stuffing. One night, she had stolen it from the kitchen, when everybody else was asleep. Security in the South London asylum was sorely lacking. She kept the knife where she thought that others would not think to look. No surprise, the asylum's staff failed to check the stuffing of her meager and slim pillow. Elise was nearly tempted to smile, but the impulse faded quickly. Thunder rumbled deeply outside her window. Lightning flashed in mean flashes multiple times. Simultaneously, the dim light outside her room flickered several times before extinguishing.

Elise heard the creaks and moans of the old asylum, rocked to its core by the violent storm outside. Biting her lip, the teenage lunatic crawled to her knees, careful to maneuver around the stolen knife grasped in her right hand. Her hair, white in the darkness, was thrown about her face and made her appear as a banshee in the dark night. Elise lifted her knife into the air, sharp tip pointed to the ground. Her heart raced as she approached the door to her room. Easily, she jumbled with the old lock before the tumbler accepted its fate and fell away into exhausted surrender. Elise peeked her head out, looking left and right, and headed out into the hall. Pulsing deep within her soul was the resistance to remember the past. She wanted to prevent it. There was fear inside of her, so cutting she could taste its bittersweet nectar on her tongue. Each time she swallowed, it was there, reminding her that her world now could fall away within an instant. It was all up to her to change the course of other peoples' decisions. Deep inside of her, she resolved to get the killer before it got her.

That was how Elise ventured far from her room and managed to get lost within the asylum's wandering corridors and dark hallways. She was lost and felt the fear more than ever. Suddenly, the girl heard a creak from her side and jerked around, knife splayed out to the intruder. However, nothing was there; nothing that she could see of course.

ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : her room, the halls

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs: ---

Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: Queen, Hare, Caterpillar

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ :

ᴏᴜᴛғɪᴛ

[Im 1 Hell of a Butler]

Queen of Twigs

Dragged ya down below
Ash "Ashie" Brooks
Down to the devil's show

Ash began to wander the building, not knowing exactly where Anabelle's room was. Something he probably needed to ask the next time he saw her. But since he was out here he might as well stalk a little bit. Maybe he'll find her room on accident. He walked through the halls, even through the thunder booming against the walls he could still hear the occasional clomp of tennis shoes against the cracked linoleum. The cat-minded boy had no problems seeing through the darkness of the barely lit hallways. He yawned some, feeling comforted by the darkness, it brought back memories of his childhood with Barbados.

The male made several turns, walking aimlessly now, he wasn't even sure if he was still in the patient's dorms anymore. But he didn't care at this point, he enjoyed the quietness. He was lost in his thoughts so much at this point that he startled when someone bumped into him. His eyes fixed on dark hair in the dim light. He groaned quietly when he was slammed against the wall by what felt like a dump truck. His head slammed backwards and hit the wall, making him see stars. And cats chasing mice. He was barely able to focus on the person in front of him, however he saw the visible shaking of her hands. "Oh... it's just you..." He heard in that familiar cold, condescending tone.

"Good to see you too Vladimira..." He said, he was glad when she let go, but slumped against the wall till he could catch his breath and stop seeing the running rodents and felines. He groaned quietly and rubbed his head, as he looked around to keep himself from falling over. The feline boy shook his head until the spinning stopped and looked over at her, seeing her glowering eyes in the darkness. He pushed himself forward to sit up and looked at her straight in the eyes. Well he actually had to look down at her since she was about three inches shorter than himself.

You're now a slave until the end of time here
The Cheshire Cat~
Nothing stops the madness turning

I found myself: Hallway
In the company of: Vladimira
Feeling like I: Headachy
On my skin: black scrubs
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[Queen of Twigs]

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♥She watched him as he shook himself out a daze, perhaps from him having banged his head against the wall when she slammed him against it. She merely scowled when he greeted her with sarcasm. Her eyes turned away as she still held her elbow awkwardly. She still had not the slightest idea of where she was in the asylum, and that irritated her. She lived here for several years now, but she still had not gotten the jist of the building's layout. Besides, she saw no point in aimlessly wandering the halls. Her rose garden suited her perfectly fine, and when she wasn't allowed outside (such as on rainy days like this was) then the lounge was usually comforting.

Why anyone would even want to explore this filthy run-down building was beyond her, but she supposed she couldn't exactly say much seeing how she was the one doing the wandering. She and this fellow patient that was. Which made her think, why was he out and about when there was a killer on the loose? She looked back over at him and gave him a cool stare. Perhaps he simply did not want to stay put in his room like she hadn't. Or maybe...he was up to something. Which when she truly thought about it, it was a bit out of the question. She knew the boy was too timid to even properly speak up for himself, let alone being out to cause mischief. But who was to say that one such as himself wasn't at least capable of doing so?

He seemed to realize that she was staring at him, so when he stood straight and returned the stare directly, Mira felt herself tense. Was he trying to intimidate her? Was it a challenge? A threat? Whenever someone stared her directly in the eyes like that she would attempt to gouge their eyes out. But, for perhaps one of the first times ever, she pushed the urge away simply for the fact that he had called her by her respective name. "Mira" was a nickname that she had picked up during her time her. The staff had the audacity to shorten it, simply because they found it tiring to address her properly. She had hated that. But when she became fast friends with Elise and she called her by that name, Mira found that she did not mind as much. That was, when she said it at least. Her eyes, although still seething cold, softened and her body relaxed.

The boy who believed he was a cat was not a threat to her. She knew this. But that still did not excuse the fact that he was deep within the asylum like she was. But whether he was lost or not, she would not know. Remembering that the killer was still somewhere at large, Mira took another step back and averted her gaze from Ash. "What the bloody hell are you doing wandering about anyways? Don't you know there's a killer out here?" A killer who was targeting them and a few others specifically. ♥

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[Im 1 Hell of a Butler]

Queen of Twigs

Dragged ya down below
Ash "Ashie" Brooks
Down to the devil's show

The male watched her, tilting his head as she stepped back from him when he stood at full height. Was it something I said? Did I intimidate her? He thought quietly, he sighed and yawned quietly. This was the latest he stayed up in awhile, that and when inside the rain calmed him. He looked into her cold eyes, his only visible silver eye unflinching at her stare. He saw her eyes soften, her body relax and he rolled his shoulders. Ash reached up with a slow hand and rubbed his head, feeling a welt from hitting his head against the cold walls.

His wary cat-like eyes saw any slight movements in the dim light, a small grin appeared on his face when he saw a rat scamper past. He wanted to chase it! But he knew if he did he could only end up more lost. His grin disappeared as quickly as the rat did, face returning to it's neutral, timid stance. He listened as she spoke to him in her condescending tone, not that he wasn't used to it, she spoke to everyone like that. Except for Elise, her friend. Everyone in the sanatorium spoke down to Ash, figuring that because he acted like a cat he was 'as dumb' as one. Ash could remember the amount of times they would baby talk him, or treat him as if he was one.

"I could ask you the same." The cat boy said softly. "I'm wandering because I got bored in my room, couldn't sleep. And I started to worry that Anabelle might be in danger... It is her first night here after all... Searching for Elise's room, I'm guessing." He asked her, his silver eye glinted when lightning shone through the high windows. The times that people could actually get Ash to speak, he sounded quite eloquent, even though he had no more than maybe an elementary school education. He glanced out the window as hail began to batter the windows, like tiny fingers tapping at keys. Seems they were dealing with a pretty heavy storm. If Ash had a tail like the cats he mimicked, it would be whipping side to side, interested in the storm.

You're now a slave until the end of time here
The Cheshire Cat~
Nothing stops the madness turning

I found myself: Hallway
In the company of: Vladimira
Feeling like I: Calm, interested
On my skin: black scrubs
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[Kaida Silverbourne]

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⇜ ɹ ɐ ן ן ! d ɹ ǝ ʇ ɐ ɔ x ǝ ɥ ʇ ⇝

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Though he was told to stay in his room, The Caterpillar`s legs didn`t want him to cooperate with those rules. Back and forth, the length of the room he paced, staring at his feet with his arms folded behind his back. He stopped for a moment only to take off his slippers and throw them into the corner of his room before he continued pacing. His thoughts kept drifting to those little tiny splatters of blood, and the tiny bit of commotion that followed. It took a visual to catch his attention, and now that something had it, he couldn`t get it out of his mind. The red was so clear against the ground, though it seemed to everyone else it was dark and hard to see.

Perhaps there is more that their eyes do not see... I could find something they missed? Their lack of care for observation is worse than mine. I cannot go on my own, I do not think I even want to... should I? McLean was lost in his thoughts for quite some time, he did not even notice that he had already travelled out of his room and into the hallway. For a moment he thought he was just imagining he was in the halls, but as he tried to settle in his body, he realized that he had in fact left his room and was already closing in on the Hare`s. The thoughts went away as quickly as they appeared as soon as he let his body do what it wanted. Absent-mindedly, he continued his regular path to his friends room.

McLean had no thought or concern about being caught, it was almost as though he knew no one would be walking the same halls he would. He casually crossed the hospital until he stood in front of the Hare`s door, and softly rapped three times before grasping the door handle and pushing it open. It was only open a crack before he disappeared into the room and had the door closed quietly behind him.

"Jack, I know you never like me being intrusive in your space, but please allow me just a moment," McLean stood at the end of his friends bed. Even though he called the Hare his only friend, he still knew better than to show up in his room. Usually. "The place that the murder happened, I want to go and see. You should come too, it would be far to boring without you," McLean said, and almost shuddered at the thought of Jack saying no. He could not go alone, but his curiosity was peaked, and he needed to find out if there was anything there. He knew he would not be able to sleep unless he knew for sure there was nothing else there. He needed to see it, to physically be there, to be able to convince himself that there was nothing he could do. If he could put that to rest, than the murders would be of no more concern.

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Currently in;; The Hallway/Hare`s Room || I can see;; The March Hare.
My body feels;; Restless. || Wearing;; 'Radioactive Green' Scrubs.