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

[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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Anastas stood and took her hand. 'perfect chance!' Hissed the voice. "I'm really not supposed to do anything like this. But..." He smiled, charmingly, pulling her to her feet. "As long as you're with me, I suppose it'll be alright." He released her hand a moment to open the heavy cell door. Freedom beckoned Ryshon. Taunted her. But Anastas took her hand again, firm but gentle. "The most I can offer you at the moment, is a walk around the facilities. a tour, if you will. I'm sorry." He looked truly apologetic.

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

[DJ Galahad]

Erykah lowered the folder, back to it's previous position at her chest. As she gazed at him, she continued to smile per usual, but this time it didn't exactly reach her eyes. "I observe, and work with you, and then file a report to my superior, Vance Vincent. And he decides whether or not you are rehabilitatable." She wasn't even sure if that was a real word, but that was basically what he did, after all.

Bad things
Dead things
Sad things have to happen
Sometimes

[Trennie]

She almost wanted to get him to let go of her hand, but after chasing away her doubts and fears once more she reminded herself that he was just doing his job. '...He's a Doctor... he is here to help...' she repeated to herself as she let him take her hand without any arguments.

"...Um... it's alright Anastas... I understand..." she murmured as she worked on getting another smile to form.

Ryshon Neave & Fhinx Vorallu

Fhinx sighed and focused his eyes on the floor bleakly. '...Something... about this seems off...' he thought and shrugged slightly. Figuring that a good report would be far better then a bad one he decided he would try to be... polite. Making himself relax as much as he could against the wall facing Dr. Erykah he tried looking as nonthreatening as possible.

"...In that case... how do... we begin this?" the sighed tiredly making his own mind go blank.

[Karate Flynn]

The black of night is closing in around you
The crippling fear moves in as they strap you down
Will you let a moment get the best of you
Will this situation bring you around

Baird Donoghan Hayes
Patient 212
Cell 324

Baird's lean body thrashed again, and the clean white coated men stopped to brace themselves as the young man threatened to yank his arms from their grasps. A third man, much better built than the first two, hovered behind the strange group. As the trio paused, he darted in to snatch the struggling youth's legs, pinning them tight against his side with both arms. He grunted to the men before him, and the procession continued, albeit a little jerkily. The boy in restraint began to flail about with renewed vigor, continuing to yell as he had been doing since the asylum guards had clapped eyes on him.
"Hey! Put me down, you bloody bastards! Give me back my knife! Let me freakin' go!!! Where are you taking me?!?"
For the umpteenth time, the men rolled their eyes and the bulky man took a moment to punch Baird across the face for the insult. In the moment of calm after the boy was hit, the man to the boy's right grunted, "Like we'd ever give you anything dangerous. You're going to the only place people will feel safe from you... the insane asylum."
At this revalation, Baird's eyes widened in shock, and for an instant, his body went limp. The guards looked at each other hopefully, but almost lost their prize as he began to writhe again, possibly more forcefully than before. As they struggled along, the man to Baird's left kicked the other who had spoken. After all this trouble for this kid who wouldn't even stay still enough for a pair of handcuffs or shackles, he could be even rowdier? Impossible, yet, here it happened.

[[Hello, all! NOTE: Baird has not entered the asylum yet! Just an intro post.]]

Little puppet, don't die
Let me, let me die
Little puppet, don't die
Let me, let me die
Little toy, don't die

[ivintages]

[[ welcome! Perhaps you could be Zane's patient. xD ]]

[Hextra]

(nassikine doesnt have a doctor talking to her yet if you wanna go talk to her)

[DJ Galahad]

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

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It turns me on when you fear for your life
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Anastas let go of Ryshon hand, but kept her in grabbing distance. If she ran, he could easily catch her. He managed to steer her clear of any areas where they'd run into any of his colleagues. Not because he'd get into any trouble, cause really most of them, with the exception of Vance were scared of him. No, Anastas kept her away so Ryshon wouldn't see anything she's not supposed too. "Alright, so what is the last thing you remember, anyway?"

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Somethings gotta hold of me, doesn't want you to breathe
Stands over YOU and watch you BLEED, I'll be the last thing you see
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|::| Good, you SHOULD be |::|

[DJ Galahad]

Erykah took a seat on the end of Fhinx's bed, because it was really the only place one could sit comfortably. She crossed one leg over the other and set the folder in her lap. "Do you remember the incident that brought you here?" She brushed aside the edge of her coat, reaching for a pen clipped beside a syringe and a few vials on her belt. She pulled her lab coat closed, hiding the instruments from view again. Erykah slipped the pen tip between her lips, as she read through the file again.

Bad things
Dead things
Sad things have to happen
Sometimes

[Trennie]

Ryshon narrowed her dark brown eyes as she thought about the last thing she could remember. A headache started forming and she winced slightly as she let her mind go blank. '...I keep remembering the dark...' she shuttered slightly as her greatest fear came to the forefront of her mind.

"...Um... uh... I'm sorry... I... just remember it being really dark... and I was scared..." she whispered while trying to shove her fear back down to absolutly forget it was there.

Ryshon Neave & Fhinx Vorallu

"Why does that even matter?" he replied bored now with the conversation.

Glancing about the room with his dark blue eyes he wondered, '...when could I get out of here... this is so freaking bogus...' Flipping his hair out of his face a bit he absently thought what those vials were for. '...Those aren't going to be used on me... s**t... Would she..?' Looking back at her trying to keep a blank face Fhinx also decided it'd be safer if he stayed on her good side for sure.

[Karate Flynn]

The black of night is closing in around you
The crippling fear moves in as they strap you down
Will you let a moment get the best of you
Will this situation bring you around

Baird Donoghan Hayes
Patient 212
Cell 324

The trio staggered into the asylum with their prize, and the almost blinding white walls seemed to excite the "patient" even more. His lean body undulated, arching and bucking as the men grimly kept a death grip on him. As the group moved disjointedly down the hall, past the office, past calm doctors and nurses, and down to the end, Baird continued to scream in a baritone that was now cracking, panicked. He pleaded with the staff and wondered why none of them even looked at him sideways.
"Help!!! Don't you hear me? Are you all deaf?!? I'm not insane! I'm not insane!!"
The group turned a corner, and all was dark. The walls were lined with cages, some with two, some with one patient inside. Some were empty. Baird looked around wildly with almost crazed eyes and wondered frantically, 'Which one is for me?'
The men noticed the youth had stopped struggling as crazily has he had; he was noticing the new environment. They gratefully sped up, and came to a stairway. As they began to climb, Baird noticed them and started, again, to flail. The group collectively sighed and the burly man at the rear leaned in to punch their charge again, this time a swift uppercut to his stomach. The boy stopped gyrating, gasping with a gag, and they reached the third floor. The men thankfully stopped before an empty cage with a girl in the cage to the left of his, and swung Baird backward. The patient felt the momentum and became uncharacteristically still. As Baird approached the climax of his forward swing, the trio let go and heflew into the cage, landing painfully on the stone floor. But the boy was ready; as he landed, he scrambled to his hands and feet and, running like an animal, grabbed the cage outline as the burly man tried to swing it closed. Freedom was in sight; it was possible! Then the man bent down and grinned in Baird's face, and for some reason, that grin made Baird very, very anxious.
"Have a fun stay, kid," the man said, straightening. His foot came back and, before Baird had time to react, the foot rocketed forward and connected with the space between Baird's eyes with a slight crunching sound. The momentum carried Baird from the cell door back to the wall. His body hit the wall with a thump and he crumpled, his head sagging forward dully. The three men chuckled and returned to the "normal" part of the asylum, one of the smaller men punching the burly one with a congratulatory comment.
After the men left, Baird's still form moved. He slowly straightened his back and looked up, eyes closed, and twisted his head both ways, cracking the vertebrae. With a great sigh, he stretched his arms before him, commenting, "Oh, yeah... I'm gonna feel that tomorrow."
He felt his offended flesh with a scowl; a bruise was already forming on his face. He pulled up his shirt to reveal hardened abs, and, among several long and deep scars there was nestled a large, tender pink welt on his browned skin.
Then, for the first time, he noticed his "floor mate". He glanced upward and to both sides, then did a double take to his right. There, in the cell to his right, was a girl around his own age. His eyes narrowed defensively and he called out to her warily, "Hey. What're you in for?"
His smooth Irish accented baritone echoed slightly around them off the simple concrete walls. He glared around the establishment and hoped he would see another staff member soon, when he could punch their face in.

[[Um... where is everybody?]]

Little puppet, don't die
Let me, let me die
Little puppet, don't die
Let me, let me die
Little toy, don't die

[Hextra]

(im wondering the exact same thing, nobody is hardly posting at all and it makes me sad)

[MiSERiCORDiA -- xx]

[[I'm still here, actually. Just waiting for Trisha's reply...]]

[Hextra]

(yeah that sucks that you got stuck waiting. I have to wait too I am in my cell right now alone i suppose i could keep talking to myself and such but i would rather wait until a doctor is free to role play with)

[Karate Flynn]

[[yeah, tell me about it... stare Spade of Hearts, where are yuuuuuuu? crying ]]

[triciapalanca]

H E L E N A___X C R O S S G R O V E

My Insanity is only on laudanum...Which I only use when I have trouble sleeping.
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Helena glanced at the door the moment it showed a sign of being moved. She could only wonder who it was. then that boy popped up. She shuddered and quickly turned around, her back facing him. "Heard the screaming of an angry tigress?" That's all he had said besides an happy sounding good morning. She was the one who screamed.

'Idiot...' She thought, going directly against him. 'Haven't you realized that this is the room where the scream came from?' She heaved a sigh and tossed a quick glance over her shoulder before directly looking back at the wall. She noticed he had white hair. White hair, for crying out loud! 'This day is getting crazier....First I pop into an asylum and then this dude appears, his hair all out white yet he sounds so young...' She thought to herself.

"A-A scream from a tigress? I-I don't believe there's a tigress in here." I softly said. My voice may be low, but it;s loud enough to hear. "But if you were talking about the agonizing scream, I-I guess you're in the right...place." She added. She refused to look at her 'companion', she was always afraid of people. A homophobe, they say.

"Hey. What're you in for?" Another boy asked. She turned her head to look at him. She cocked her head once then quickly looked back at looking at what ever she was staring at. Should she reply or not?

"I-I don't know why. I just woke up in this place." Helena replied to the boy. The place is a nightmare.