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

[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."
-

Vivian heard tapping behind her, turning her head to see Tash walking the same direction as her; to Vance's office. "Tash, if you're interested, there's a patient without a current doctor." she called out, her voice loud in the hallways though she didn't shout, or barely even raise her voice from its usual volume.

"Unless you have something to talk over with Vance."

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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."
-

[ivintages]

I wanted
bound and
I to give you up
but I'm

Swish – swish. Tug – tug. Swwiiisshhh, tug. “ Erk!” swish, tug, snap! Red eyes stared at him, as he opened them slowly. His pure long snowy white hair now pulled tight into a high ponytail. Zane, a doctor at this . . . facility smiled at his reflection. It in return nodded, ‘time to see your first patient today, doctor.’ It said leaning against the frame in a bored tone. ‘Time to help someone!’ it said again, a small smile playing on its lips.

‘Time to do some good!’ “Ah, yes, that’s splendid! I can never get enough of helping good people!” He replied to the reflection, a kind smile on his face, “There is people who need some help!” With a last nod to his reflection, he headed to his main bedroom – where his doctor coat laid on the bed.

Zane smiled at the coat – grabbing it in his lengthy fingers and shrugging it on. Frowning at a stain on the coat he licked his thumb rubbing at it – but it would not remove itself! He rubbed at again, a little bit more vigorously, before deciding to give up. “Blood stains are so hard to get out,” he mused sadly before opening the door and heading outside his room.

What greeted him was a scream of a lady, Zane clucked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, tutting slightly. But ignoring the scream (for screams were ever so common in this place!) He headed towards the nurses’ station with long strides, and once there opened the door with a polite smile, “Good day everyone.”

[Trennie]

Ryshon was confused again, she thought about what she was doing a while ago before finding herself here and couldn't remember. '...That's... not good... not good at all...' she thought worried. Noticing that Anastas wanted her to sit she obliged. Shaking her head slightly and nibbling her bottom lip in thought she wondered how she was suppose to answer if she couldn't remember why she was brought here.

"Um... well... not... at the moment..." she murmured quietly as she looked down at the floor.

Ryshon Neave & Fhinx Vorallu

Opening his eyes to slits he nodded at her agreeing that she seemed to have everything correct. '...Dr... Erykah... Lyra...' Fhinx wondered absently as he stored that name and her face in his memory for later contemplation. Tilting his head slightly a gesture he usually used to get people to talk a bit more he hoped she wasn't going to be like a thearapist or something.

"Working with me how...?" Fhinx quesetioned as he crossed his arms.

[MiSERiCORDiA -- xx]

I'd say To bravo to what you've done;
It was a remarkable performance.
Do you like it here in the asylum?
I see you're shaking your head...How disappointing....
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He stopped when he heard Vivian's voice. He looked up at her then, his amber eyed gaze only locked into watching her gestures. Eye contact would be useless if he's in a asylum with people he knew and patients he could annoy. Cracking a grin, his wishes have been somehow answered. "Yes, very interesting." He replied, a hint of enjoyment in his voice. He didn't know if Vivian knew what his plans were. He shrugged off. "I was just gonna ask him about something to do, anyway. What is that patients room?" He asked. His mind was racing with pictures and catchphrases he could use to annoy that patient.

[[Edit;; I have to get offline for awhile. There's...something going on around the house. I'll be back in perhaps...an hour or two.]]

[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."
-

"They screamed, and it sounded like out of shock rather than torture or a fright from a doctor. Sounded like it came from the cells numbered close to 300 or so." Vivian replied, also stopping for a moment. "You might want to hurry. They were female, and who knows when another doctor's going to steal her away."

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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."
-

[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
||+::+||

"Hmm." Anastas clasped his hands in front of him thoughtfully. "That is very concerning..." He Voiced. But the tone in his voice definitely wasn't concern. It was hard to interpret, but it almost seemed like... amusement? Joy? He was leaning forward, so Ryshon couldn't get a clear view of his face. "very concerning." He echoed, in a quiet, half whisper as a strange grin spread over his features.

||+::+||
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]

"working with you how?" She repeated, in a thoughtful voice. She closed the file, holding it to her chest, crossing her arms over it. "Well, I'm here to settle you in, and make sure you're comfortable and have everything you need to make your stay here an effective one." The ending note of her statement seemed to say she knew more than she let on, but she just continued talking. "I'll work with you too see what Medicines will better your mental health, and write the prescriptions and such. You are here because you have been deemed insane by society, but the good news is, We're here to help you!" Erykah was smiling innocently enough, but there was just something... off about her. Maybe the way she was clutching the folder in her arms, how her knuckles were white from clenching so hard. Or the slight change in her eyes. The way she recited the whole speech seemed a little off, as if she had repeated it thousands of times.

Bad things
Dead things
Sad things have to happen
Sometimes

[ivintages]

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It was cold. The “cell”, the room, and most definitely the bars that surrounded her room. Isabella was crouched her head pressed against the bars, and her fingers tightly gripping the bars. She was not going to lie herself, she was not feeling good. Not at all. Her murky thoughts were sure she had some sort of fever of sorts, and the burning in her throat also confirmed a sickness of some kinds. But truly it was her own fault.

Ever since she got here, to this, this, place. Isabella had not moved from the all too cold ground. The problem? The cell is too small, causing herself to panic, and her claustrophobia to rise. At least, here, on the ground, she could see into the wide room, where other cage – like – cells were placed. The girl shuddered. It could be cold, or could be the impending doom that she felt in her stomach.

She wasn’t sure for how long she had been in this place. It could have been a couple days. Isabella’s last memory, was walking from her prestigious school . . . then black. Then this place. . . whatever this place is. Isabella shuddered again, moving her hands to wrap around herself trying to keep herself warm – yet at the same time trying to break that fever.

Isabella was never a rational girl.

[Trennie]

She sighed unhappily as she closed her dark brown eyes thinking, '...I... need to remember... I need to...' She hated disappointing people, but not remembering something that happened to her frightened her almost as bad as the dark.

Slumping dejectedly Ryshon whispered, "...I'm... sorry..."

Ryshon Neave & Fhinx Vorallu

Fhinx wasn't sure what to say to that. He really didn't trust her after that whole speech. He stared at her for a moment trying to figure out if she was serious and when he couldn't find any real reason to distrust her he just couldn't bring himself to trust her either.

Giving her his best blank face he asked only half joking, "do you read that off of a script or something..?" Shaking his head slightly not expecting a reply to that he stated, "I don't need medication... I'm fine. Absolutly... and unmistakeably... Fine!"

[MiSERiCORDiA -- xx]

I'd say To bravo to what you've done;
It was a remarkable performance.
Do you like it here in the asylum?
I see you're shaking your head...How disappointing....
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Tash quickly buzzed down the hall, heading for the rooms marked as 300. He had forgotten to say thank you to Vivian as he was in a rush. The white walls went by like a big blur of white. His running steps rang through the hall. He gripped the key dangling from his belt, it was arranged by room order. Finally, he had arrived in his destination. Looking at the rooms, he looked at his inanimate companion.

"Which room do we visit, to annoy that screaming lady?" He asked. It gave no reply. Hi mind began to race with numbers. He walked, passing by a few more doors. It seemed like he could guess instead. Or..maybe he could choose a random patient instead and..bother them? Sounds good. Stopping by room 310, he leaned forward, pressing the side of his face by the door. He began to listen. Silence. He continued to do so with each door, listening for anything. He stopped by room 320. Now he had gotten bored with looking for his patient. Maybe he could waltz into a random one?

Skipping one door, he took his keys and browse them, looking for 322. He inserted the key into the lock and unbolted the door. He peered in, only to see a figure sitting on the bed. "Morning." He chimed, hoping to startle her. "Heard the screaming of an angry tigress?" He asked. He hoped she would answer soon. He didn't like waiting. He also needed to get to the screamer quickly before any doctors catch it.

[[Sorry. I'm having a mental block. I'll be gone once more for an hour..I guess. My bro wants to play.]]

[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
||+::+||

His twisted grin instantly transformed into a reassuring smile as Anastas turned to her. "Don't worry." He patted her on the back, "You'll remember eventually. I'm sure." He nodded, and withdrew his hand. Ideas were forming in the back of his mind, wonderfully sick and twisted ideas. 'Make her trust you!' hissed an ever present entity, and Anastas obliged. 'I will.' He guarded himself, making sure that Ryshon didn't see his true colors. 'no. not yet. not yet.' Anastas' eyes became sort of vacant. It only lasted a few second before they snapped back into focus, and he stared at Ryshon, slightly confused until he remembered where he was.

||+::+||
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]

"No! Of course I didn't read that off a script!" Erykah snapped, angrily. Her sudden change was seamless. Anger flared in her eyes, and she seemed almost to be shaking in rage. But just as quickly as she transformed, she changed back. Her face turned red, but not out of anger. She covered her face, using the beige folder to cover her face, leaving nothing but the eyes in view. "I'm sorry." She apologized. And after taking a moment to compose herself, she continued. "You're not fine. If you were fine, you wouldn't be here now would you. And judging from those bruises on your hands, you're a danger to yourself, and possibly others."

Bad things
Dead things
Sad things have to happen
Sometimes

[Hextra]

Nassikine Jasmine Blossom

Nassikine sat in the middle of the floor in her tiny little cell with her arms around her knees rocking back and forth. She was humming nervously to herself and listening to the rain pitter patter on the window sill. Trying everything she knew to avoid thinking about how small the room was and about how close the walls were to her she started talking to herself in hushed tones.
"I love dancing in the rain. It makes me feel better."
Then shaking her head she mumbled sadly "No I cant mother would be so mad at me for getting muddy."
Remembering slightly that her mother was not around yet not thinking about where she was she laughed "Well maybe I could just go and play anyways it doesnt matter anymore."
Nassikine remained on the floor in her small confined cell rocking back and forth while starting to dig her nails into her legs, making them bleed.

[Trennie]

((S'rry that took so long, had a bit of a family emergency))

Ryshon raised her head and half smiled at Anastas' words. '...He's being very understanding... and he is right... I will remember again... soon hopefully...' she thought a bit more contentedly. Glancing around the room she wondered if there was another place she could go where she could stretch her legs. Glancing at him she decided it wouldn't hurt to ask.

A bit meekly she asked, "Anastas... is there a more open area...?"

Ryshon Neave & Fhinx Vorallu

At first her outburst startled him, but after noticing how much of a rise he got out of her he smiled smugly. Then when he realized what she said Fhinx glared at Dr. Erykah since she was telling him everything he didn't want to hear. 'I'm fine...' he argued to himself trying to convince even a little bit that he really wasn't a problem.

"...How are you planning to help me then... Doctor...?" he asked/ordered very frustrated with being locked up for his own good.

[Hextra]

Nassikine Jasmine Blossom

Once Nassikine had stopped talking to herself she noticed that not only could she hear the rain but she could hear voicing in the cells next to hers. Not really being able to make out the words but still hearing them non the less got her to squeek and start humming to herself. Her humming was loud enough so that the only thing she could hear was her own voice once again. She hated being reminded that she was in a small enclosed space and hearing the other people around her made her look this way and that trying to see who the voice had come out of. Looking down to her bleeding legs again she hummed loudly and kept rocking back and forth.