The In-Sane Asylum ( Dark RP: OPEN (full) )

[Regal Spade of Hearts]

“Is it true that a patient escaped your Asylum three days ago, Mr. Vincent?

“Sadly, yes, a patient did escape.”

“Are you aware this person was found dead not too long ago?”

“I found out about the same time you did.”

“Are you also aware that people are starting to suspect foul play behind your Asylum?"

"The patient had been seen screaming about…torture and such at your facilities..."

"...before ending up dead in the river a few days after. Police say she committed suicide.”

“Everyone in my Insane Asylum is, in fact, insane. I can assure you of that. The patient’s behavior only further proves the mental state in which my patients are.”

“I’m truly depressed that she got away from my facilities.”

“I only wanted to help her.”

[Regal Spade of Hearts]

{ + Plot + }

Vincent’s In-Sane Asylum is located in a large city that’s name doesn’t really mean much if you’re inside the Asylum itself. Why? Because after you were a patient at the Asylum, you didn’t leave. Who had the time to remember the city’s name?

Not many know anything about the Asylum, either, unless they were within it. No one could find staff members to question, or at least not often. They always claimed to be working 24-7 to tend to patient’s needs. Lyon Vincent, the owner and creator, did appear in public however; and the public loved him. So no one worried. He was intelligent, rich, a smooth talker and a college graduate, practically a prodigy.

However, relatives of some-if not all-patients doubted the Asylums motives; it seemed all the patients were sane up until they were declared insane. But no one could do anything about it. There was no evidence of foul play.

The building itself lay north way out of the city surrounded by high, concrete walls carrying barbed wire at the top.

Any and all doubts of this Asylum weren’t in vain, and you’d learn that as soon as you were in its care. Vincent’s Asylum was switched around; the patients were sane, the doctors, nurses and other staff members weren’t.

If you didn’t die, you went insane. If you went insane, you were sometimes positioned as a staff member. If not repositioned, you were killed.

Everything was twisted in this Asylum, because, you see, it was literally an “In-Sane Asylum”.

As in,

The patients were within sanity. “In-sane”.

[Regal Spade of Hearts]

“Punishable by Death being Banned”

~ PLEASE read through these, they’re not that “typical” of rules.

:.+.: Listen to ME and Oni no Ketsumyaku. Especially listen to her if I’m not around at the time!

:.+.: I can change these rules, add rules, and even delete rules. I’ll announce when I do.

:.+.: NO GODMODDING. No one gets away UNLESS you send a private message to ME. ME ME ME. So, you’re stuck in the Asylum until I say so.

:.+.: Asylum guards are controlled by us unless your character is one. So, if you’re sneaking through the asylum trying to get away or get some good food rather than the crap we’re about to serve you, be aware to read Oni no Ketsumyaku’s mosts AND my posts, in case we decide to challenge you with some guards or alarms. Don’t worry, this doesn’t mean you’ll get caught. But, trying to get away from the Asylum itself will probably result in character injury and getting caught. Unless we accepted to let you escape for a certain time through PM’s.

:.+.: If you get away, don’t make some random character believe your character about the Asylum being an evil place. You’re legally insane. I don’t think people would believe you.

:.+.: Swearing is totally allowed. Partially encouraged. Yes, bad, bad me for encouraging you. But truthfully, I’d be swearing people’s ears off if I were treated like s**t in an Asylum.

:.+.: Violence in necessary. Be descriptive, but no killing unless given permission by the character you’re going to kill.

:.+.: If you’re quitting, tell us so we can kill your character off. If you’re just leaving for a bit, tell us so…well, so we don’t kill them off.

:.+.: POST, DARN IT. At least once every three days would be nice.

:.+.: Be literate. Matter of fact, I’ll kick you out if you’re not. It’s even mandatory for profile submissions. Spelling mistakes are okay, but not every other word! CAPATILIZE.

:.+.: Make Posts purty. Color and pictures. Color can be just speech, or different colors for anything you want. Go for it.

:.+.: When submitting profiles, title PMs “Going Insane” for patients and “Already Insane” for doctors/nurses. This is testing to see if you read the rules~ Oh. AND TALK IN THIRD PERSON WHEN RPING.

RULES ON ROMANCE:
Totally accepted, but, I don’t know when you’ll have the time to kiss-up between screaming, torture, murder and running for your life. If you’re lucky enough to get paired up with a LIVING person in the same cell, go ahead, or if you by chance find out how to fall in love. But yeah, totally alright with me.

NO CYBERING. However…Oni’s requested that I put a rule about rape. If you HAVE to rape someone, just allude to it. Don’t describe it. Do it like...this: “he had his way with her”. AND you have to ask for the character's creator's permission. If someone “rapes” your character without asking, PM me!

[Regal Spade of Hearts]

{ + Dancing Skeletons ( Profiles )+ }

You will be given your cell/patient number once accepted. If you wouldn’t mind having a roommate, which is asked in the skeleton, you might have another character in your cell. If you have a certain person in mind (like a friend who’s joining the RP), say so.

TALK IN THIRD PERSON ON THESE. And: your character can be ANY age. From a kid to an old person. Can later become a staff member if you PM Oni or I about it and if we deem you “insane” enough.

Patients:

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[b]Patient number:[/b] (You’ll be given this)
[b]Cell Number:[/b] (You’ll be given this)
[b]Patient name:[/b] (Character’s first and last name. You can give a middle name, too)
[b]This patient is a:[/b] (Male/female)
[b]The patient appear to be around:[/b] (age)
[b]Patient’s Picture:[/b]
(Anime picture goes here!))
[b]This character prefers:[/b] (sexual preference)
[b]Current behavior shown in this patient:[/b] (Description of personality and habits)
[b]The patient shows dislike to:[/b] (Any dislikes)
[b]They seem to enjoy:[/b] (Enjoyments)
[b]Known history:[/b] (Bio)
[b]Extra Notes:[/b] (Anything extra you’d like to mention)
[b]Real Patient:[/b] (Username)
[b]Why they were admitted: [/b] (Not an actual reason: you’re sane, remember? Give an RP example here! No one-liners, this determines if you’re picked or not)

Doctors/Nurses/Other Staff:
TALK IN FIRST PERSON ON THIS EXCEPT IN THE RP EXAMPLE. No. Nice. Employees. There is an exception to one character for a direct reason you’ll find out as we go or if you read other’s profiles. Otherwise, all are evil/insane.

[b]What’s your name?:[/b] (Name)
[b]Give us your age: [/b] (Age)
[b]Desired position?:[/b] (Doctor, Nurse, Guard, other staff member? ))
[b]We’ll need an ID picture…:[/b] (Picture of the character)
[b]What gender do you like more?:[/b] (sexual preference)
[b]Describe your personality: [/b] (Behavior)
[b]What do you enjoy?:[/b] (Things they like)
[b]Are there things you hate?:[/b] (Things they don’t like)
[b]What about your past?:[/b] (History)
[b]The real you?:[/b] (username)
[b]Now, why should we hire you?:[/b] (No an actual reason: Just give an RP example! No one-liners, this determines if you’re picked or not)

[Regal Spade of Hearts]

[ ~ Our Current Staff Members ~ ]

What’s your name?: Vance Vincent
Give us your age: 25
Desired position?: I am the founder of the Asylum.
We’ll need an ID picture…:

What gender do you like more?: Girls, if I really have to like either gender at all.
Describe your personality: Laid back, not really caring, and truthfully not all that emotional. Less’ I’m making a public appearance.
What do you enjoy?: My asylum and everything that goes on inside it.
Are there things you hate?: People in general, I suppose.
What about your past?: I founded this Asylum at a very young age, graduating college at a young age, and overall becoming a medical prodigy. My father went insane and died in an Asylum, so he’s my “inspiration”. My mother died not too long ago, actually. I also have a sister, who isn’t all that important. That’s my life in a nutshell.
The real you?: Regal Spade of Hearts

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What’s your name?: Vivian Vincent
Give us your age: 21
Desired position?: I really don’t want to be here….but I’m a nurse.
We’ll need an ID picture…:

What gender do you like more?: Boys, but Vance wouldn’t ever let me have a boyfriend…
Describe your personality: I’m sane, but submissive. I do as I’m told, and don’t complain about it. I just….go with it. Maybe I’m not that sane, after all, if I’m following the orders of Vance…
What do you enjoy?: Bright colors, reading, art, all the stuff we don’t have here.
Are there things you hate?: Asylums. Period.
What about your past?: I’m Vance’s sister, and I’ve been in this asylum since I was 17: the age our parents died. So, he “took me in” and later said I was suffering from insanity, forcing me to become a patient in the asylum. Later, I was “promoted” to my current rank as a “nurse”, but all I do is poison people on his will…
The real you?: Regal Spade of Hearts


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What’s your name?: Anastas Vladislav
Give us your age: 30
Desired position?: In addition to being the head doctor, if anything were to... uh... 'happen' to Vincent, I'd take over.
We’ll need an ID picture…:

What gender do you like more?: What are you talking about? I'd do both.
Describe your personality: Sick, sadistic, depraved b*****d. And I enjoy every second of it. I enjoy messing with my Vic- patient's head, My mood swings quickly, and I have a short temper
What do you enjoy?: I like causing pain, listening to the cries of my victims, And the sound of Raindrops on windowpanes on lazy afternoons.
Are there things you hate?: "Raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens. Bright copper ke-" No, just kidding. People who remind me of my sister, people in general.
What about your past?: I am the oldest child of the very noble Vladislav family. I was exiled several years ago, and lived for a good time in Siberia, until I murdered my guards and escaped. I floated from place to place several years. If my family ever found me, I'd have been put to death. But ever since aqquiring a job here, I never had to worry. Vincent found me around the time he was starting the Asylum, and I've been here ever since. I love my job.
The real you: Oni no Ketsumyaku

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What’s your name?: Erykah Lyra
Give us your age: 23
Desired position?: Doctor
We’ll need an ID picture…:

What gender do you like more?: I am Bisexual, but I prefer to be dominated by a big strong manly man.
Describe your personality: I am fairly friendly, and very flirty. You almost can't tell that I'm insane! Wait, you didn't know? Oops~ Looks like the cats out of the bag... Like when my uncle found poor snowball in my clo-... Uhm, I'm very social, but my mood tends to change without notice, and I can go all dark, or to a sobbing mess, stuff like that, Hehe...
What do you enjoy?: When I'm the center of attention, Playing mind games, scaring the patients.
Are there things you hate?: Being called mean names and ungrateful unappreciative people, All I'm trying to do is help!
What about your past?: When I was just a small child, my parents died, and my Uncle told me they were good people. It was only later, that I found out that my daddy was a wifebeater, and my mommy shot him, before killing herself. My uncle always called me, his "special girl", and at night he'd visit me in my room, and... Well, Anyway. As I grew, I developed a facination with death, and as my facination grew, so did my uncles actions. Sometimes, he'd hit me. He had several pets, and one day, one by one, they went missing. There was a horrid smell in the house for months. Finally, he found poor poor snowball in my closet, he had always been my favorite so I kept him close. My uncle was SO mad, it was delightful, until he started hitting me. I blacked out, and the next day the police found me sitting at the breakfast table, covered in his blood, eating a bowl of cereal calmly. They found his body upstairs in my room, can't say the same for his 'family jewels' though. Those were never found.
The real you?: Oni no Ketsumyaku

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What’s your name?: Imma Tash Mirari!
Give us your age: I'm just 19.
Desired position?: UWAAA! I'm a male nurse!
We’ll need an ID picture…:

What gender do you like more?: Eh? Straight, I guess.
Describe your personality: My behaviors, huh? I dunno, really. I'm actually a nickname generator! Hahaha! I like talking to things or talking to myself. I have a mental disorder of having a lot of personalities! I don't really feel anything either. Did I already mention I create random nicknames?
What do you enjoy?: I only enjoy the company of myself, annoying others, things to talk to, and actually exploring the areas. I most especially like annoying people when I see they get annoyed easily. The skull I carry around. It's the last thing I have of my past exploring...
Are there things you hate?: Making Vince angry! ACK! And...some people, but not all.
What about your past?: I was born normally. My dad was an explored so he wasn't there most of my years. He arrived at important events, but mostly on surprise. I was raised well, but then my mom began to notice sudden changes in my personality. I was only 13 then. Then it just grew worse. Dad finally came home when I'm an all out loon. The last time I've seen them was when I was seventeen the date they died. I was at the building busy annoying my younger siblings until we saw our parents car around the street, and a speeding flammable truck. Then BAM! Yep, I saw they were dead. We were brought home and in an instant, we scattered around the house, taking only one item that valued the most to us. For my case, I grabbed the red marble skull, it was one of dad's finds. I've forgotten the rest of the evens, as ever since, I was stuck in the asylum.
The real you?: Eternal_Promised_Dreams

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What’s your name?: They call me Zane.
Give us your age: I seem to have lost track after twenty - five.
Desired position?: I was sure someone told me I was a doctor.
We’ll need an ID picture…:

What gender do you like more?: I looked in a dictionary. I think it was called "pan - sexual"
Describe your personality: My behaviour? Simply you mean my personality! Oh well. I wouldn't know how to describe oneself! Perhaps I shall use my dictionary! Yes, oh yes . . . ooo "s" that's a good place to start off! Hmmm, the word I've seem to chose is sadistic. Well surely that could be me! Oh! perhaps another one? Hmmm, it says ~ insane! Well, surely not! . . . perhaps? maybe?
What do you enjoy?: Cigarettes, the color crimson, and knives oh, yes indeed.
Are there things you hate?: Plenty of things. Infact most can be found in the dictionary. Hmm?
What about your past?: What of it? It was simple. I had two loving parents. Your typical Eve and Adam couplet. I wasn't sure when they arrived but they did. Who's they? You're silly. Why would I tell you? They're my friend not yours. And I'll make sure of that hmmm? But anyways they said I should kill them? Who's them? You're silly. They're my parents. They said they were plotting against me, me there own son, seems like society doesn't do well if albinos. But rather your mind. I found that the old butcher knife did a good job. Oh yes it did. As well did the stove. The police never saw it coming. They said to cry and sob and say I wasn't sure who the true killer was and I did, hmmmm. I was placed into a foster home for most of my life, until Doctor Vincent offered me a job, yes, oh yes he did. He said he would make me a docter, and said I would work with the knives oh yes, yes. The knives. I couldn't say no! That would be rude, yes, yes it would.
The real you?: ViVA la g r a c e

[Regal Spade of Hearts]

[ ~ Our Current Patients ~ ]

Patient number: 112
Cell Number: 101
Patient name: Isabella Bowen
This patient is a: Female
The patient appear to be around: Seventeen
Patient’s Picture:

This character prefers: We’re not sure. Currently its possible she doesn’t like anything.
Current behavior shown in this patient: The girl is foul – mouthed, and foul tempered. If not treated with a certain “respect” she will attempt to start a fight. Despite everything the girl hardly eats her food and only enjoys water, and tea with honey. We have yet to see any “kinder” side and she tends to whine at everything.
Patient needs to broken.

The patient shows dislike to: The patient tends to dislike the food we give her and only picks at it when it deems absolutely necessary. She also doesn’t seem to like the dark, and absolutely hates small spaces (and thus her cell)
They seem to enjoy: We can however put the patient into a seemingly good mood if we give them honey and tea. She also seems to relax a bit when it’s raining outside and takes better naps this way.
Known history: Isabella lived in an apartment with her mother. She was taking karate classes and is in her Junior year of highschool with we found her. More towards her past though, she used to live in Europe with her mom – her mom used to be a singer of sorts, so they never were secure for long. We’re unsure of who is her father, but an assumption is made that he was a singer in a band and it was a one night stand. Her mother and she moved to the states when she was about eight, and lost her accent by the time she was fourteen. We think for her living in Europe for that period of time is where she got her appreciation for tea. And her the fact that, many all those plane rides, had made her claustrophobic.
Extra Notes:
- A fighter
- Her words slur time to time.

Real Patient: ViVA la g r a c e

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Patient number: 134
Cell Number: 116
Patient name: Nassikine Jasmine Blossom
This patient is a: Female
The patient appear to be around: 18
Patient’s Picture:

This character prefers: Males
Current behavior shown in this patient: withdrawn, quiet, submissive, tends to talk to herself, and has violin fits of blind rage
The patient shows dislike to: needles, blood, and small spaces
They seem to enjoy: strawberries, sunshine, and humming to herself, dressing up and pretending to be someone else
Known history: She used to live with her mother and little brother. She had no signs what so ever of being unstable until high school. A few months after she had started her senior year in high school she started cutting herself and talking to herself all the time. Her mother walked in on her doing so one day and freaked out. She called the asylum and had her committeed so that Vance could help her daughter. She has been there for a few months and has already started to become more insane.
Extra Notes: Before she became insane she used to be fantastic at playing the harp.
Real Patient: Hextra

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Patient number: 146
Cell Number: 117
Patient name: Ryshon Neave
This patient is a: Female
The patient appear to be around: nineteen
Patient’s Picture:

This character prefers: doesn't matter really to her
Current behavior shown in this patient: startled easily, confused, and a bit too quiet at times
The patient shows dislike to: the dark
They seem to enjoy: books, music, and some quiet sounds
Known history: Ryshon Neave grew up with her adopted parents always watching her everymove till she was ten. After her tenth birthday though they started ignoring her. To gain some attention she ran away, but they never bothered finding her. Her sense of direction got her lost in a bad part of a big city where she was picked up and ended up being helped back home. After she became seventeen she was kicked out of her home for making up fancyful stories and embarrassing her adopted parent's when they were with friends. Living with another family for a while she was caught yelling at a dark room in the house and was claimed to be insane.
Extra Notes: Doesn't sleep well at night, her past haunts her.
Real Patient: Trennie

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Patient number: 145
Cell Number: 115
Patient name: Fhinx Vorallu
This patient is a: Male
The patient appear to be around: nineteen
Patient’s Picture:

This character prefers: is unsure
Current behavior shown in this patient: angers easily, curses a lot
The patient shows dislike to: crying
They seem to enjoy: the dark, rain, and quiet
Known history: He was born into a rich family and was given extra attention since he was the only boy. Heir to the family buisness he was a good son to his family for years. On his sixteenth birthday he was found standing on a bridge railing looking out at the sunset hitting the ocean yards below. Fhinx's parents at first didn't worry to much till he flipped one day and tore apart a few rooms in the house. After which his parents tried putting him through therapy but in the end heard of the Asylum for the insane and placed him there instead.
Extra Notes: can handle pain pretty well
Real Patient: Trennie

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Patient number: 102
Cell Number: 102
Patient name: Sullivan Cross
This patient is a: Male
The patient appear to be around: 16
Patient’s Picture:

This character prefers: He's straight
Current behavior shown in this patient: Sullivan seems to be 'seeing things' and lately he seems to be feeling things and hearing things too. His hallucinations have gotten worse. Sullivan shows a sign of talking to himself, which he claims as 'talking to someone' that isn't actually there. He seems to be rather talkative, and he's really kind. He also tends to worry a lot.
The patient shows dislike to: He hates the fact he's afraid of everything. He doesn't like the dark and he hates dirt. He doesn't like blood either, nor does he likes airplanes and knives.
They seem to enjoy: He enjoys music. He seems to be a reader before he has popped into the asylum. He likes hot drinks, most especially cookies.
Known history: Sullivan was born into a normal family. A mother and a father, and two younger sisters. He gets by with his life pretty well. At the age of ten he began to see things. Within a few years, he began to hear them. And finally, feel them. On exactly his fifteenth birthday, he was sent to the asylum due to these hallucinations.
Extra Notes: His most common hallucination is of a girl. One who's pale with rosy cheeks who's hair is in a blond bob cut. He claims this to be his 'best friend'.
Real Patient: PoshTricia

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Patient number: 212
Cell Number: 324
Patient name: Baird Donaghan Hayes
This patient is a: Male
The patient appear to be around: 19
Patient’s Picture:

This character prefers: women
Current behavior shown in this patient: The patient is strong, abnormally so in spirit. He refuses to be broken, but will bend under duress. If any of the patients might escape, he would be the prime suspect. Cool under pressure and astounding psychological and physical endurance.
The patient shows dislike to: Cruelty to women and children, bright lights, too much thanks, all at the asylum.
They seem to enjoy: Fine Irish whiskey, knives, rain and cloudy days, his tin whistle.
Known history: The patient was an orphan on the streets of downtown Dublin, and was picked up at the age of 5 by Mother of Heaven's Orphanage for Young Boys. He lived there until the age of 17, bullied by older boys until he was big and strong enough to fend for himself. At the age of 15, he became masochistic and moonlighted work until he purchased an Italian stiletto on Amazon. After receiving it, his masochistic side took a turn for the worse and he began cutting. When the orphanage discovered this (at his age of 17), they confiscated the knife and looked for a good "rehabilitation facility"-- namely, Vincent's In-Sane Asylum in the United States. Before leaving, the patient managed to reobtain his knife by filching it from the matron's office. He kept it on the plane, but lost it at a frisk upon entering the asylum. Has resisted treatment for two years, unusual for an adolescent. The patient is rebellious, resentful, and possibly dangerous. Use caution when ministering... medicine.
Extra Notes: Good at filching and pickpocketing; strong, works out in his cell; has an undying determination to escape; smarter than he seems; is skilled with the tin whistle, which he was allowed to keep; has a pleasantly smooth Irish accent in his baritone voice.
Real Patient: Ashiken Kiora

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Patient number: 199
Cell Number: 322
Patient name: Helena Crossgrove
This patient is a: Female
The patient appear to be around: 18, apparently.
Patient’s Picture:

This character prefers: She claims to be "bisexual"
Current behavior shown in this patient: Helena's really silent. She doesn't seem to say anything unless really needed to. Fear arouses with in her easily, and threats are actually very effective on her. Once she fears a person, she becomes "submissive" to everything they want.
The patient shows dislike to: She doesn't like talking to people nor does she enjoy their company that much. She doesn't like gruel, nor does she like coke. She claims that it's taste is too strong.
They seem to enjoy: She likes it if she talks to people she's very familiar with. She likes orange juice, and she does seem to sometimes ask water for placing a few drops of Laudanum in it.
Known history: Helena
Extra Notes: Based on some research, laudanum has something to do with "putting people to sleep" the more they take the more it brings them closer to death, or so they say.
Real Patient: Triciapalanca

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Patient number: 156
Cell Number: 320
Patient name: Lila Anne Williams
This patient is a: female
The patient appear to be around: 19
Patient’s Picture:
This character prefers: EVERYONE
Current behavior shown in this patient: She is suicidal and tends to seem homicidal also . She likes to read psychiatric books and sitting under her bed and in closets . She has a twisted sense of humor but tends to have a light and quieter side when she is around those she feels aren't intrusive . She will only eat certian foods and will sometimes laugh to herself while biting her nails.
The patient shows dislike to: Lila hates being in bathrooms , mirrors and running water . She also hates certian things suh as the corners of bookshelfs and the edges of paper.
They seem to enjoy: Lila likes being outdoors on rainy days and playing with tadpoles , she loves chewing on the ends of her hair and scratching at herself with her nails and biting others . Her favorite food is mashed potatoes
Known history: Lila grew up in a some-what normal home . She has a younger sister that is eleven years old and an older brother that is 23 . Her mother is an interior designer and her dad is a manager at a c.d. shop . Lila was always fascinated by abnormal things , such as animals and people with mutations but her parents never really started to take notice until she brought home a boyfriend and two days later they found him chained to her wall , bleeding from deep red gashes running down his spine . They later found her journal and learned that their little girl had a deeper and more sadistic side than they could have EVER imagined . . . . .
Extra Notes: VERY intimate with certian people ; entertained by torture but perfers to self-inflict it or inflict it upon others (( Also ; she is NOT asian . She is one qaurter laotian . And 75 percent black and white.))
Real Patient: O_o-Dimensia_Juice-x_X

[Regal Spade of Hearts]

Grand Opening!

The RP is open, at last! I'll be starting the posts, and keep in mind that when you post, make it look pretty!

We're FULL. So no more people for now, unless people start dying off and you want to make a new character to replace your old dead one or if someone stops RPing.

Oh. On a side note. Stay away from Anastas. He's an evil b*****d of a rapist doctor.

That message was from Vivian. Trust me. Listen to her.

Another side note: DOCTORS HAVE THEIR OWN ROOMS. They aren't pretty though, unless your doctor is wealthy enough to furnish it to their liking.

AND.

Cells are...like cages, basically. Check your cell number and compare it to others, to see who your neighbors are! ;D

[Regal Spade of Hearts]

Vance & Vivian
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"Intoxicated eyes, no longer live that life."
"You should have learned by now, I'll burn this whole world down."
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The weather outside was terrible, the type of weather someone might see in an old Hollywood fright flick of haunted houses and other ghoulish things. Rain splattered on the windowpanes, and the wind howled angerily.

Vance, however was unphased as he stood in his office, staring out the old window that took up a whole wall of his quarters. Vivian stood quietly off to the side, hands folded in front of her like a beaten housewife.

"How many new patients do we have?" Vance asked, his voice quiet but strong with authority. He didn't turn to look at his sister. It would be a waste of movement.

"Eight." she replied, eyes cast downwards. "Some are already suicidal, others are completely...in-sane." she whispered the last word. Using "sane" to describe patients wasn't tolerated if you were an employee. It was an In-Sane Asylum.

"Eight...we'll need to get rid of some old patients, then." Without being told, Vivian bowed slightly and left the room, a syringe in hand carrying a foul green liquid she'd soon deliver to a poor old patient that was no longer useful or entertaining. Vance heard the door close quietly as she left, and didn't take his stare away from his raindrop splattered window.

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"I need some peace of mind, no fear of what's behind."
"You think you've won this fight, you've only lost your mind."
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[DJ Galahad]

|::| Are you SCARED of Me? |::|

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You can't escape now
I've got you locked inside this room
You know I tip good
And soon, you will love me too
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A tall, pale haired man stood in a cramped bathroom. He was putting in his contacts, first the left, then the right. He smiled in satisfaction at his red-eyed copy in the mirror. He rather enjoyed his contacts, they made him appear more demonic. The name on the ID card that sat on the edge of the sink read ‘Dr. Anastas Vladislav’. He didn’t really look like a doctor though. He was tall, and wore a black unbuttoned dress-shirt over a fairly tight crimson tee, and black jeans. Not very doctorly at all. But he looked DAMN good. Anastas grinned at himself in the mirror again, dark thoughts playing through his head. It only took one step to move himself from the tiny bathroom into his confined quarters. He didn’t mind having a small room though, the whole asylum was his playground, after all. He chuckled darkly, remembering that a new shipment of patients were coming in today. Anastas was a bit saddened that his old playthings had to be disposed of, but the feeling passed momentarily. He took one last glance around the room, before grabbing his ID tag and placing it around his neck and stepping out of his quarters, door swinging shut behind him. He took a deep breath, relishing the odd sterile smell of a hospital. Because that was what this place was, in the end, A mental hospital.

||+::+||
You know I make you wanna scream
You know I make you wanna run from me baby
But know it's too late you've wasted all your time
||+::+||

|::| Good, you SHOULD be |::|

[DJ Galahad]

Erykah Lyra didn’t waste time in the mornings. No, she showered, dressed and was out of her cell (as she so eloquently liked to call it) as soon as possible. As she hurried down the hall, she put her hair up in a messy bun. When she was done with that she smoothed her skirt down, and adjusted her blouse, making sure she was presentable. She pulled her doctors coat over her other clothing, holding it close. She practically flew down the hall, as if she had wings on her feet. Then she stopped short, trying to remember why she was hurrying. She got to one of the nurses stations and snatched up a pile of patient records. “Ohhh…” Realization washed over her. “Cleansing day?” She asked aloud, even though no one was around. She giggled a bit at her affectionate nickname for the day of new shipments. It meant Vivian had to ‘take care’ of the old patients. Erykah didn’t even feel a tad sorry for this batch. “A bunch of ingrates.” She mumbled to herself.

Bad things
Dead things
Sad things have to happen
Sometimes

[Trennie]

Ryshon Neave stared mindless at the wall in front of her. She didn't know what to make of this new situation expecially when she'd never been in an asylum before. '...I'm insane?' she wondered numbly as she finally blinked her dark brown eyes. Glancing at the door Ryshon's curiousity got the better of her and she stood up carefully and took a few steps towards it. Examining the door she realized that they hardly had any gaps at all and frowned. '...What if the lights go out...' she thought beginning to panic.

Ryshon Neave & Fhinx Vorallu

Fhinx Vorallu was absolutly ticked. He couldn't believe that his family would throw him in a place that took care of mentally unstable people. Punching the wall he was leaning against for the fourth time in under ten minutes he cursed quietly. His dark blue eyes glanced down absently to see his knuckles starting to bruise.

"Damn it..." he snarled and narrowed his eyes at the wall opposite him.

[Regal Spade of Hearts]

Vance & Vivian
-
"Intoxicated eyes, no longer live that life."
"You should have learned by now, I'll burn this whole world down."
-

Vivian wasn't hurrying down the hallways at all, but rather making her way through the twisting halls at a painfully slow pace. Her shoes made ominous, echoing tap noises as she made her way down towards the first old man's cell, stopping at the nurse station to go to a small metal cabinet; picking out a rusty old key.

"Hello, Erykah." she whispered, walking on without stopping. Soon, a loud clang could be heard as she unlocked a cell door not too far away, opening the heavy metal door and walking inside. There was a scream or two, mostly consisting of "No! No, don't kill me! Don't!". The pleas reverberated through the halls loudly, heard throughout most of the asylum as it made it's way down empty, stony hallways. Obviously, the pleas were ignored, because a yelp was heard shortly after and Vivian exited with an empty syringe.

-
"I need some peace of mind, no fear of what's behind."
"You think you've won this fight, you've only lost your mind."
-

[DJ Galahad]

|::| Are you SCARED of Me? |::|

||+::+||
You can't escape now
I've got you locked inside this room
You know I tip good
And soon, you will love me too
||+::+||

Someone's pleas for life reached Anastas' ears, and a chilling smile crossed his face. He strolled down the hall, as if he was in the park on a sunny Sunday afternoon. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, and he whistled an eerie lullaby. He came upon the Nurses station, and plucked a two files off the top of the pile Erykah was holding, without so much as a hello, or even a pause in his whistling. He didn't bother with pleasantries usually. 'Ryshon Neave or Fhinx Vorallu' Anastas thought to himself, 'decisions, decisions...' He noticed the female doctor return the pile to the desk, and gaze at him patiently. "These are the only two that have arrive so far, huh?" He asked, as he handed her the Vorallu file. He didn't wait for her answer, instead turning and heading off for room 117, resuming his eerie whistling.

||+::+||
You know I make you wanna scream
You know I make you wanna run from me baby
But know it's too late you've wasted all your time
||+::+||

|::| Good, you SHOULD be |::|

[DJ Galahad]

Erykah was cheery this morning. As always, a bright ray of sunshine. Despite her gothic, black and white attire, and her pale skin, she was a rather happy person. Happy with her job, happy with her life. Then again, she didn't really know what happy meant. "Good morning, Vivian!" She called, even though the girl walked away before she had a chance to respond. Anastas did basically the same thing. "You're looking nice today!" No response as he looked over the two files in hand. She looked down at the pile she had, flipping through them. None of them had arrive. Two patients for the two doctors that were actually working at the time! Good! She put the files down, and waited silently for Anastas. Her patience was rewarded with a manila file, and she giggled. "Bye Anastas!" She called, flipping open the file and skimming over it.

Bad things
Dead things
Sad things have to happen
Sometimes