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 Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 3:39 pm
 † Christopher †
Room 320
The asylum. A forgotten building at the edge of town. Even with this truth, the residents are still cared for by the staff, however grudgingly. Some days are better than others...but today isn't better...and tomorrow isn't looking likely either.
A scream echoed through the halls of level three. Gripping her hand in agony, a nurse came running out of room 320-Christopher's room.
"He-He bit me!" she screamed not wanting to look at her hand, which appeared to be missing an appendage at the moment.
Then a tray of food came flying out of the room, missing the nurse by mere inches and clanging noisily against the wall behind her
"I told you what I wanted to eat!" screamed a male's voice. "I only eat red meat, you incompetent woman!"
One of the doctors had arrived with a few more nurses in tow. The newly arrived nurses escorted the injured woman away to get her taken care of, the doctor offering a slight reassurance, "Don't worry, nurse. Christopher hasn't contracted AIDS...that we know of..."
The doctor watched the nurse being taken down the hall for a moment before turning to look into room 320. He found a young man sitting calmly, if somewhat agitated, on the bed, what appeared to be a finger protruding from his lips. Adjusting his tie, the doctor ventured into the room.
"Now, Christopher..." he began before being rudely interrupted.
"Ah, the "good" doctor makes his appearance...How are you today, Harry?" Christopher said with obvious sarcasm while nibbling on the finger.
Harry cleared his throat.
"It isn't polite to talk with your mouth full, Christopher." he said in a fatherly manner.
The young man spit the finger out onto the floor.
"The brat's finger is too bony anyway. Why do you suppose fingers are so...meatless, Doctor?" Christopher queried.
Once again, Harry cleared his throat.
"While I do enjoy these wonderful chats you and I share, I've come to talk about something serious, Christopher. I talked with the police. They said that if you showed some improvement after all these years, they would consider letting us release you. What do you think about that?"
The room was silent as Christopher appeared to mull the idea over. Finally, he scoffed and stood, walking over to the window.
"Why leave now? After we've become so close, Doctor. I have shelter here and three square meals a day, though I can't attest to their quality." Turning to face Harry, he continued. "I don't plan on leaving this place now after having so much time invested in securing my stay. It's lunacy to try and live on your own in today's world. My neighbor there across the way killed countless people before they caught him. You really think I would be safe in that kind of world, Harry?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 10:11 pm
 Issac
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"Chains of the Past..."
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Another day in the darkest underworld, another day that wasn't normal. Issac had fallen to dementia a long time ago on accident, now he was here, trying to put his mind together. "ARGH!!!!" He shouted to nobody and rammed against a wall, his upperbody restrained just in case he would "hurt himself", a meaningless tool in his opinion. After slamming against it several more times in frustraition, he slid down the wall in sorrow. It was too quiet and Issac had not been unrestrained in some time. "Somebody? Anybody? Help!" He shouted once more, he just wanted a chance to stretch his arms, if he joined in the moaning and groaning, they had to let him right? At least if he acted like he was crazy. It was things like this that made him want to beat his head against a wall, but not when he recovered a tiny portion of the golden salvation called sanity.
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"Welcome to the demon's den...
I saved a spot for you."
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 11:05 pm
 Kira Itzumi I'm not crazy... A food tray came sliding under the door with a soft thunk. The asylum seemed endless and never was there silence. Always the screaming and the shouting and the calling. It was enough to make anyone go mad, if you weren't already.
Kira was lying on the floor of her cell, ankles crossed, hands behind her head, watching the ceiling. Of course the ceiling didn't seem like much but to Kira it was something to distract herself from the screaming.
She didn't even know why she was here, she wasn't mad. True she could see and talk to ghosts but that didn't mean she was crazy. Sure she'd been telling people that they were going to die and then they.....ended up dying soon after, but could she really be blamed?
No was her answer. It was unfair and unjust but she wasn't one to complain. Kira soon rolled over onto her stomach and crawled over to the so-called "meal" which consisted of a small, pathetic salad and a cup of something that resembled sour milk.
Again not being one to complain she hoised herself into a crosslegged sitting position and began to eat slowly, supposedly savoring each disgusting bite. ...I'm just special
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 12:42 am
Jacque sat in the corner of his room and was known to be extremely quiet. Never causing a ruckus he was probably one of the most well behaved patients in the asylum. Which made him a bit more disturbing after all the things he'd done. You'd expect a killer to be different in actions and words but Jacque seemed like a regular guy despite his inability to show motion.
A nurse came in in the form of a large black man who regularly gave Jacque his meals and the nurse always greeted Jacque with a cheerful smile.
"You always seem to be so happy to see me Mr. Bakewell"
Bakewell: "Well Jacque, it's because I know you'll never give me a hard time. But at the same time it kinda makes me wonder. For somebody who is sentenced to life wouldn't it seem odd not to try to escape at least once?"
Jacque: "I did something illegal, I got caught. What's there to argue? Your people would resist arrest and restraint because you think you deserve freedom most of all other people. I don't because I merely made a mistake in something I did was wrong."
Bakewell: "Now, I wouldn't go that far Jacque"
Jacque: "Why not? I'm not going anywhere. You're still going to be here a while so why not talk? maybe we'll both learn something about one another."
Bakewell: "Why do you choose now to talk? Isograve?"
Jacque: "Not even I can tell you that, Bakewell. i just would like something different from just my usual sleeping habits."
Bakewell: "Maybe you shouldn't sleep so much"
Jacque: "But why conceal my mind to just my body? The human mind is more complex then that of the universe itself and yet you choose to spend it all focusing on the single things in front of you. I think, you are the prisoner here, not me...Remember, 'a mind is a terrible thing to waste'"
Bakewell: "You think that's funny? Quoting Martin Luther King like that to a black man?"
Jacque: "You know me Bakewell, I don't know how to laugh. and everyone of every race has their role models, i just chose the only one worth talking about."
Bakewell: "You're walking on land mines Jacque" he said placing the food harshly on the table before leaving
Jacque: "Good day Mr. Bakewell."
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 10:55 am
† Christopher †
Room 320
Harry considered Christopher's statement. His train of thought was derailed, however, when a nurse walked by, ringing a small bell. Harry sighed and stood, stretching a little.
"Well, it looks like our discussion will have to be continued another time. It's time for group talks." He said as he walked to the door, waiting for Christopher to follow.
A hollow smirk crossed the young man's face.
"My favorite..." said he, the tone of obvious sarcasm in his voice again.
The residents of level three are allowed, or rather forced to have, a period to talk with their neighbors in a controlled environment. The experts believed this would help the residents improve their social skills while at the asylum. Obviously, the more...flighty individuals are restrained as are those that are a danger to themselves and others.
Christopher, sporting his black straightjacket, found his usual seat near the window. Lightly kicking the chair, he positioned it so he could look out the window while participating in today's conversation.
"So...who here knows that the man in the room next to me died last night?" Christopher said in a mock curious tone as if he were addressing children.
As he hoped, those with the worst infirmities gasped and whimpered at the news.
"Ch...Idiots..." he murmured.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 11:09 am
As The residents got rounded up for the group discussions he walked behind Christopher with a blank expression and sat near him. When Christopher made his false announcement Jacque didn't make any gesture almost as if he didn't hear it at all. Jacque didn't have a straitjacket on but had shackles on his legs in case he tried to run. instead of restraints he had a guard to keep him in check if anything were to happen.
What was the real point of having a group discussion with a guy that had no ability to create emotions? For the study? So Jacque could watch Christopher try to bring attention to himself? This was more of a waste of time to Jacque then anything else, he just wanted to sleep.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 4:00 pm
Kira Itzumi I'm not crazy... Kira had just placed down the bowl when a man came and unlocked her door. It swung open and he said to her, sounding slightly unerved
"Time to go, love,"
Kira didn't speak as she rose silently and walked calmly over to him. She was taken firmly by the arm and steered towards the stupid room. He slmmed her cell door behind her. When she reached the room, guard by her side, he simply opened the door and half threw her in. She landed feet apart and only just keeping her balence. She heard what Christpher said and scoffed loud enough so he could hear. Being one of the only females in here she felt outcasted by she lived with it. She hooked a chair with her foot and brough it over in front of herself putting her foot up on it. She re-ajusted the straps on her long, black boots and glared silently around at everyone, not speaking. ...I'm just special
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 5:08 pm
Issac
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"Chains of the Past..."
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And shortly after came Issac, who put up quite the show, despite being restrained. "Lemme go! I don't wanna!" He shouted and kicked at everything, no landing any blows, he hated doing this. Even with this straightjacket on, Issac was unwilling to go down without a fight. "You're quite the live one." One of the people dragging him commented as he was placed in with everybody else, he had to be forced to do many things, this was one of those. "I hate your guts!" He shouted as they backed away from him, but kept an eye on him in case he tried to break away from the group talk. He sighed and looked around, no doubt he'd said enough.
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"Welcome to the demon's den...
I saved a spot for you."
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 9:27 pm
Kira Itzumi I'm not crazy... Kira got out of the way as Issac came in. Smirking she made her way over to a chair across the room. She placed herself into the chair and licked her ligs up onto another. She pushed herself back onto 2 legs. She smirked. ...I'm just special
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 10:02 pm
† Christopher †
Room 320
As the attendants began calming the distressed patients, Christopher looked at the rest-those who weren't reacting to his statement. His eyes found Jacque first. Christopher only knew Jacque's name because he bothered to ask after learning that he was a serial killer.
Threat. Christopher thought as his eyes glanced over at him for a moment.
Next, he noticed a girl being brought into the room. She made a contemptuous sound as she found her seat which made Christopher think she wasn't impressed with him teasing the residents.
She seems to be coherent. I wouldn't think she's a threat, though. I'll need to figure out why she's here before I make a decision, I suppose.
Before he could find out, however, a boy was drug into the room with quite a fuss. The orderlies wrestled him into his chair and he seemed to mellow out a little after that.
Another unknown? How are so many people escaping my attention? I'll need to learn about him as well. He looks like he could be trouble from the fight he gave just now. Might be in my best interest to make friends with him rather than enemies. Damn...We'll start with the girl.
The room was silent, as was the usual case with these talks. Christopher gently cleared his throat before speaking.
"Girl...What is your name?" he asked.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 10:10 pm
Kira Itzumi I'm not crazy... Kira looked over at Christopher and raised an eyebrow. He was asking her name? Was he asking for trouble? Kira didn't answer but simply ignored him. He was asking for trouble for talking to her. ...I'm just special
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 10:36 pm
† Christopher †
Room 320
She acknowledged my question with her glance but chooses to ignore me...? Perhaps she's not as coherent as I thought. Fine. I'll move on to the boy. He seems willing to give some answers. thought Christopher as he now looked at the troubled youth across the way.
"You, then. What is your name? And why are you here, while we're on the subject of you?" he asked.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 10:46 pm
Issac
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"Chains of the Past..."
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"Me?" Issac asked innocently to the other fellow with a straightjacket across the way. "Call me Issac, I'm here for several things, I think?" He would have used his fingers to count them out of he could use them. "Torture, murder, etc. Did anybody ever tell you that you have an interesting neck?" The demented boy observed, in his mind he was obviously thinking of hanging Christopher, even if he wouldn't mean it. Yup, those glass shards tht made up his mind were broken up pretty badly. "What's your name and what are you in for?" Issac asked, still eyeing Christopher's neck, as much as he tried to stray away from the thought he could mentally feel blood splashing against his skin and entrails hanging out of the body in some sort of mangled way.
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"Welcome to the demon's den...
I saved a spot for you."
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 11:10 pm
† Christopher †
Room 320
Christopher zoned out from the conversation after hearing the answers he sought.
Issac...from how he talks, I'm guessing he is also a killer. Most likely a serial killer. He would definitely make a bad enemy. Having Jacque around gives me all the unease I can stand. Hm...What is a fragile human to do when surrounded by killers? thought Christopher as Issac went on talking.
You forget that you are a killer as well, Christopher.
Christopher's eyes widened slightly at the sudden interruption in his thoughts. The voice was not his own, yet it seemed vaguely familiar.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 11:31 pm
Kira Itzumi I'm not crazy... Kira was utterly bored. She rarely spoke so she wasn't likly to spark up a conversation.. But she never said she could sing. She was bored so she started singing the song from her dreams. It was quiet but everyone was able to hear it.
"Your nightmares take us to the most charming places, love.
When your fright takes the wind from your lungs,
Who will be there to give voice to your final feelings?
Trekking the world of night and fright,
It's only a matter of time before you succumb to the darkness.
The darkness is so inviting, love!
I'd hate to leave you all alone,
But I must answer the siren's call.
You could come with me, you know.
You don't have to be afraid once you become a part of the dream.
Death is only the beginning when you become the terror!
How would that be, love?
Won't you come with me?
I would really hate to leave you all alone in the dark..." ...I'm just special
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