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 Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 12:09 am
 † Christopher †
Room 320
"Your nightmares take us to the most charming places, love."
Christopher's moment of inner turmoil intensified when he heard the chilling words of that song. He looked up to see the girl was lightly singing the song. She sang it in its entirety...
But how could she know that song?! he thought to himself while coming to terms with what he was hearing.
Finally, she finished the song.
"Where...Where did you hear that song?" Christopher demanded. "Tell me, girl! Where did you hear it?!"
His voice escalated to a scream and Christopher bolted upright into a standing position. Slowly he began walking towards her.
"Christopher that's enough." a stern voice said from the entrance to the room. "Group talks are over. Everyone will be escorted back to their rooms now."
Christopher looked up to see Harry coming towards him.
"She-She knows the song, Harry! I have to know where she heard it!" he said frantically as he began moving faster towards the girl.
Doctor Harry motioned for the orderlies. They immediately moved to intercept Christopher.
"Out of my way!" the young man cried as he rammed past one of the men.
The aggressive move caused him to stumble and fall to his knees in front of the girl.
"Tell me!" he screamed in her face. "I-I don't know what it means..."
The orderlies grabbed him from either side and hoisted him to his feet. He began thrashing wildly to get them off.
"NO! I need to know! Tell me!"
One of the men retrieved a syringe from a case in his pocket and was positioning to inject Christopher's arm. As the orderly moved to inject him, Christopher swung his head around and the needle pierced into his eye.
Nothing could describe the anguished cries that pierced the silence of the asylum that day. They were short-lived, however, as the sedative served its function. Christopher's writhing body slowly crumpled in the arms of the orderlies. Silent tears streamed out of his eyes-the injured one producing red tears.
"I must...know..." Were his final words as the orderlies quickly dragged him out of the room. Harry following close behind directing them to the infirmary.
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 12:19 am
 Kira Itzumi I'm not crazy... Kira fell off her chair backwards as the boy can towards her half screaming. She was panting hard and was slightly scared. She thought she was the only one to hear that song. She got to her feet as he was dragged from the room.
'I have to speak to him the moment he wakes up,' Kira vowed.
A guard came and took Kira by the arm and lead her back to her cell. She collapsed on the floor and lay there thinking. ...I'm just special
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 12:27 am
 Issac
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"Chains of the Past..."
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Issac sat by silently, which was odd for him, he was utterly surprised by what had transpired. "Ah..." He was taken away by only one person this time since he didn't try to break free. That was just too strange...I just won't think about it... He mentally cringed away and shuffled off in to the darkness. He didn't even get to learn of the other man sitting in that room, how sad. His eyes were wide open with something close to fear though, forgetting would be tough.
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"Welcome to the demon's den...
I saved a spot for you."
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 8:03 am
" I guess that makes three of us that know that song" He said looking at Kira as the guards had him rise up before passing her on the way out "my name is Jacque, look forward to the next talk" he said in a monotone voice as he passed Kira before the guards took him to his cell. Sitting down on his bed he looked at the wall with a blank expression. "Maybe i've been looking in the wrong places..." He said almost ready to smile. Laying down he placed his head on his pillow and closed his eyes to drift to sleep.
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 7:51 pm
Kira Itzumi I'm not crazy... Kira rolled onto her back then sat up. As a guard passed she kicked over her bowl of food. He looked at her and she put on a charming smile and said in her most seductive voice
"Come here," She put up a finger and motioned him closer. He moved forwards slowly. Kira smiled again and asked
"Now who was the freak, who got jabbed in the eye with the sudective?"
The guard looked stunned for a moment then said
"That would be...um...Christopher I beileve from what I've heard," He gave a nervous smile. Kira just blinked at him, a dismissal as she got up and moved over onto the bed ignoring the guard. he mumbled something about "insane girl" and moved on. Kira lay down on her bed thinking and soon, without realising, feel asleep. ...I'm just special
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 8:59 pm
Issac
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"Chains of the Past..."
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Issac looked up at the cieling for a while, still thinking, and not willing to sleep on it. He continually shook himself awake whenever he felt like drifting off. "Not yet, I gotta think about this..." He was rocking back and forth slowly, his eyes getting heavy. "In the morn--no, I need to stay awake!" He knocked his hea against the wall again, trying to stay up. Little did he know he had already fallen asleep. His body was still for a moment as his eyes closed and he fell to the bed with a soft thud, sleeping. Now came the hardest part of living in this crazy home.
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"Welcome to the demon's den...
I saved a spot for you."
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 9:07 pm
Jacque laid down in his bed and began gathering thoughts "Paralysis...drug induced or bodily harm to the spinal column?... disfigured woman..past, future, or metaphoric?...memory loss...Dream awareness, or part of the metaphor?...dreams are theorized to be a flush of 80% of the persons recent memories and the memories in the form of brainwaves known within REM are the brainwaves hitting the active synapses in the brain causing the said 'dream'...let us gather more information" jacque got under the blankets and closed his eyes and went to sleep determined to find out more
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 10:24 pm
† Christopher †
Room 320
Christopher drifted in and out of consciousness as he was escorted to the infirmary. He had zero vision in his right eye which made his perception somewhat off. The sensation of being laid on a table was vaguely registered, but he lost consciousness soon afterward. The last thing he saw was the sun sinking behind the distant horizon through the windows in the infirmary.
"This house...so familiar..." Christopher said in a dazed tone as he sat on an old wooden floor.
He stood and looked around him. All the colors-even the smell of the corridor he was in-it all seemed familiar. As Christopher was contemplating where he could have seen this place before, the sound of singing filtered into the air. The familiar song met his ears. He turned in the direction of the song, but, as soon as he looked in that direction, the hallway went dark. Sensing danger, Christopher began to quickly walk in the other direction.
What is this hall? Where am I? Why am I here? Just a few of the many questions racing through Christopher's mind.
The endless hallway did, in fact, have an end apparently. A staircase went up to the right, but Christopher felt that he needed to continue going straight to get away from the unknown danger. As he continued past the stairs, though, he reached a dead-end.
"Where's the exit?!" Christopher demanded from no one in particular.
As if in response to his question, the singing localized in a corner of the dead-end. Suddenly, a black mass began climbing out of the corner, slowly growing in height as it came out from the darkness. It bubbled and churned itself as though it were liquid. Suddenly, a mass rolled out to one side and the face of a girl came into view. She was the one serenading him.
"I would really hate to leave you all alone in the dark...Christopher." she finished with an ominous giggle.
Then, another mound bubbled up from the mass and a slender arm began reaching for Christopher.
"St-Stay away!" he screamed as he turned to run up the stairs.
The arm grabbed the boy's leg before he could get away, causing him to fall. Christopher's face slammed into a splintered portion of the stairs and his eye was skewered once again.
Christopher jolted upright in his bed clutching his eye with his hands. Searing pain shot further into his head from the point of injury. After a few moments spent in heavy breathing and clutching his eye, Christopher could manage the pain.
Looking around, he realized he was in the infirmary. All the lights were out, the room being softly illuminated by the cascading moonlight filtering in through the windows.
"That's some sedative..." Christopher said after a moment, marveling at how long he had been knocked out. "Probably for the better considering how painful my eye is...Damn orderly. What was he thinking trying to inject me when I was like that? Even punching me out would have been preferable to losing my eye..."
Despite Christopher's irritation, he couldn't fend off the urge to sleep. He would have to wait until tomorrow to return to his room.
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 11:21 pm
Kira Itzumi I'm not crazy... "Your dreams take us to the most charming places, love."
A soft voice crooned. Kira's eyes shot open. She was standing in the middle of a abandened road. She could hear singing. It was soft and faint but she could hear it. Soon a thunderstorm came rolling overhead and Kira, who was afraid of storms and thunder, tried to run but found her feet stuck to the ground. A figure was walking up the road towards her. She could somehow hear his voice over the storm. It was charming and suductive in a way she'd never understood. He was tall, pale and handsome beyound belief. She could feel herself being drawn into his song.
"I would really hate to leave you all alone in the dark...Kira"
As he spoke her name she tried to shout out but a bolt of lightning struck and she sat bolt upright screaming her lungs out. She quickly covered her mouth as a guard came running. He looked at her and she said with a small voice
"I'm fine, be on your way." ...I'm just special
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 11:59 pm
Issac
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"Chains of the Past..."
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Issac shifted his body and turned in his sleep, almost like he was writhing in pain, he was already in a cold sweat. "N-no, leave me alone, no!" He shouted to seemingly nothing. In his dream he could feel a warm breeze on his face, he remembered this place all too well. "H-home? Was the asylum a nightmare then?" The skies suddenly darkened and blood pured from them. Chains burst forth from his parents wall and grabbed Issac's wrists and ankles, pulling him in to the wall. As he struggled to free himself, another chain clamped on to his neck. "What is this?!" The floors slowly began to fill with the internal red juices and hands rose out of it. Isaac could feel himself being claws, slashed at, and everything else.
"N-no, leave me alone!" In the corner of his eye, something rose up, it was just a shilouette. Issac was mentally begging the thing not to step in to the light and further his nightmare, instead, it began singing, a beautiful female voice coming from it, this wasn't right. As she started, Issac's abdomen was ripped open, his organs pouring out in a gorefest. "AHHHH!!!" He screamed even more as his intestines were wrapped around his mouth in a knot and all four chains released, leaving him hanging by his neck. "I would really hate to leave you all alone in the dark...Issac." It sounded as a girl had said that, the chain suspended Issac began to tighten, he could feel this neck breaking. His muffled screams reminded him of his victims, who rested below. As the figure dissappeared, which wasn't hard to do for a shadow, the chain released and Issac was free, he fell in to the pool of blood, and was bitten, cut, and eventually drowning. "No!!!" His eyes burst open in the physical world, that dream left him breathless. His heart felt like it'd rip through his chest at the speed it was beating. "Gah...never again..."
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"Welcome to the demon's den...
I saved a spot for you."
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 5:43 pm
Jacque opened his eyes to find himself in a room completely made of concrete. The room was dark except the corner he was in and blood was splattered all over the place. There were bodies of a few of his victims lying on the floor with holes ripped in them. Jacque tried but couldn't move his body, it was the same recurring dream just the bodies were new...interesting. Jacque kept trying to move and before he knew it he noticed the bodies moved a bit. Out of the holes climbed out a few blood covered isopods and they crawled out of the bodies as bits of vital organs seeped from the bodily wounds and as the isopods came closer to Jacque he noticed the isopods faces were human...but the faces were flat and seemed to be more like photographs of his victims. the whiskers on the isopods moved up towards him as if sniffing the air before they began to scuttle away into the darkness.
The isopods soon began disappearing while a humanoid figure started appearing from the darkness, slowly fading in the woman from his dreams showed up as a familiar song came into the background and filled the room. The blindfolded woman with four arms showed up in a dress that seemed to have been ripped up a bit. She spread her wings as she knelt down next to Jacque and lifted his head up to her heart and laid his ear to it, Jacque couldn't hear a pulse and as he looked up she smirked at him and lowered her head kissing his forehead as she caressed his neck and jaw. She spread her wings over his body claiming him for her own. As her lips parted with his forehead and came towards his ears she began whispering words to him. He tried to listen and he could hear the words but he couldn't process and remember them as she spoke into his ear.
His eyes dilated trying to keep up mentally and find out the words but to no avail, finally jacque heard another voice say the only words he did process "I would really hate to leave you in the dark....Jacque" and with that Jacque woke up as a bright flash appeared but with the flash a face appeared but it was not one he recognized. As he laid in be breathing heavily a phrase echoed in his ears 'You either laugh, or you cry' and as his eyes focused he repeated the words to himself and soon he started chuckling and then after chuckling he began laughing...almost hysterically his laughing became more and more hysterical and maniacal as he got up and repeated the words
"You either laugh....or you cry.....you either laugh! .....or you cry! You either laugh or you cry......You either laugh! OR YOU CRY!" He yelled as his laughing echoed through the rooms and halls. He got up and found a loose screw on the frame of his bed and started grinding it against his arm til he made a massive gash into his arm and it covered his flesh in a coat of blood. He went to the walls and began writing 'You either laugh or you cry' on the walls and floor in large letters and smears as tears began flooding his eyes as he kept laughing. He went to his window and wrote 'But i can't feel either' on it as tears flowed like hot rivers down his face as he kept laughing. After that he ran to his door and began writing on the outside of it. He wrote "I'd hate to leave you in the dark..." on the outside of his door. after he did this he went to his bed and began rocking back and forth putting pressure on his wound as he laughed.
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 7:27 pm
 Stupid Nomane.....I told you it was my turn...now look what's happened... Crisel said as she lay on the cold floor of her room. She had only been in this institution for 13 hours. The nures returned with a couple of guards. She was crying, and didn't dare to look in the room. But it was expected. No one would want to look at an almost ripped off arm, with blood pouring out, creating a beautiful shining lake of red, reflecting onto the walls. She she frowned. She was starting to feel light headed as they made their way into the infermary. [You don't understand, I had to show her, if she didn't understand that we are 'sposed to take turns, then how could I still be able to be me..? she was not making much sense, but she had to somehow explain to them why she did what she did. Crisel was totaly un-aware of the doctors working on her arm. Fixated on the small things in the room, the small crack in the corner above the door, how big the pupil of her doctors eyes were, the ceiling lights flicker. as she tried to keep conciants. If I fall asleep....will you lock me up? It's not fair when I'm like this you know... she spoke to Nomane. She couldn't see her, but she could feel the cold metal chains that lincked them together. Nomane hadn't answered. But she knew, as soon as she blacked out, she wouldn't be Crisel Mcknight anymore. She would be Nomane Hanable. She looked at the doctors, they were mumbling something about too much blood loss, the light flickered again, and with that, she was out. ~~ To answer your question Crisel.yes.~~
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 8:46 pm
† Christopher †
Room 320
"Gotta love the people here..." Christopher mumbled as sleep made his eyes heavy. "Everyone's a comedian..."
He drifted off to sleep once again to the faint sound of laughter echoing from somewhere else in the asylum.
"Where am I...?" Christopher said as he sat up in an unfamiliar corridor.
Everything about the corridor had the appearance of being new and clean. Daylight was even shining in through a window on the far side of the corridor.
"Christopher...?" A voice inquired from behind him.
The young man turned to see a girl addressing him. She wore an elegant but simple dress that appeared to be from a time long lost.
"She's waiting for you, Christopher. Please follow me."
Without another word the girl began walking down the hallway. Unsure of what to do, Christopher, followed her. As they walked to their destination, Christopher took notice of his surroundings. The building, like the girl's dress, appeared to be of an older style.
"What is this...?" Christopher mumbled to himself.
Finally they rounded a corner and found a boy standing in front of a hefty door. The girl leading Christopher went to stand by him as he opened the door, waving Christopher into the room. Cautiously, the young man went into the room, unsure of what awaited him. The door was quickly closed behind him.
The room he entered matched the corridor in design and decor. It definitely had a colonial era appearance. To his left was a grand fireplace, in front of which sat a tall chair with its back to him, a small table set beside it. Presently, a shriveled hand extended towards the table setting a tea cup onto a small plate.
"Ah, the man who savors the flesh of his own kind. You may approach. Stop at the border of the rug." said a voice that must have belonged to an aged woman.
Doing as he was told, Christopher walked until he reached the edge of the rug arranged in front of the fireplace on which the chair and table were setting.
"Why am I-?"
"You may speak when spoken to. I have much to tell you about coming events but fear that our time is short." said the disembodied voice, silence falling as the hand reached for the teacup once more. "The asylum you have called home for most of your life may seem like a safehaven for you, Christopher, but do not be fooled. Within those walls a terrible crime took place that rattled the surrounding town. So much so that it became a ghost town for a time before it repopulated recently...
"Those who fell victim to this great tragedy are unsettled, boy. Their souls remain bound to this place. That in itself wouldn't be a problem for the humans dwelling there in the present age, except..." another ominous pause as the teacup was retrieved. "It is back..."
Christopher took in all that was said as best he could.
"So something happened in the asylum. Big deal. Why should I care about the dead? I haven't bothered anyone since I came to the asylum. Besides, how credible is this coming from a person that won't let me see their face?" said he as he began pacing impatiently.
"Patience is a virtue, boy. One you'll need to master in two days time if you wish to survive. You won't be able to handle this threat by yourself. You will need to rely on the others in the asylum with you to come out of the other side alive...and sane. As you found out, you aren't the only one who knows of the Requiem..."
This caught his attention, "Wait, Requiem? You mean that song?! What do you know of it?"
Christopher began walking towards the chair but was quickly repelled by an electrical shock upon crossing the edge of the carpet. As he lay recovering from the shock, the voice continued, "I made you aware of your boundaries, didn't I? You may be in for Hell if that's all the patience you have, boy. But, yes, the Requiem. "That song" as you call it, is Its way of marking you. If my informants are correct, you are the one seeing the Shapeless Wraith? That's rather unfortunate for you, but you aren't any worse off than your colleagues. They will each have their nightmare to combat when the time comes..."
By now, Christopher managed to stand. He still had no idea what was going on.
"But what does all of this mean to me?!" he cried. "You're talking nonsense, old woman."
Immediately Christopher fell to his knees. His heart began accelerating and it felt as though it would burst out of his chest.
"You will call me Elder, boy. That was just a taste of the nightmares you will have to endure if you fail at the task I am putting on you." The teacup must have been empty by now, but it disappeared behind the chair once more. "Your task is simple-to say, not do. You are to eliminate the evil that haunts the asylum. You may very well have to enter the very depths of Hell to conquer the evils at work. Never fear, however, for you and your companions will be properly equipped to handle the task set before you."
A grandfather clock chimed its melancholy announcement with an ominous clang of the chimes.
"And now we must bid you farewell as our time this evening is up."
Before Christopher could even argue, the entire room went dark as the chime of the clock faded into nothing.
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 9:48 pm
Kira Itzumi I'm not crazy... Kira couldn't fall back asleep. She could hear the faint echoing of laughed and rolled her eyes. Some people in here where pretty bad but then again it could have been something funny, but knowing this place it wasn't likely. She rolled on-to her back then sat up. She wasn't going to get anymore sleep soon so she got up off the bed and started pacing. Back and forth, back and forth, thinking about her dream or well, Nightmare. She couldn't think of what it meant. Or what the song was supposed to mean either. Without really thinking she started to sing it once again.
"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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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 11:16 pm
ӃeeraȠ ξliaϨ
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?
Keeran hummed this to herself. Singing herself to sleep; a sure way to make her slip from consciousness.
Trekking the world of night and fright,
It's only a matter of time before you succumb to the darkness.
Succumb, succumb... It resonated through the black hole Keeran had been thrown into.
The darkness is so inviting, love!
Keeran's eyes fluttered open. A distant, discordant version of the "lullaby" played throughout the white room. But where was it coming from? The room was huge, never-ending. The pure white walls were spick and span. There was not an object to be seen. Keeran turned around, and a man was there. He was dressed entirely in black. A black turtleneck sweater, black dress pants and shoes, a pair of black gloves. Oddest of all, he was wearing a black ski mask, but there were no eye holes or a place for the mouth or nose. Dangerous... his entire appearance whispered this to Keeran. She began to run. "Help!" she screamed as the man pursued her. Her lungs burned, her legs felt like they would run right out from under her. But she continued to run. Now black splotches started appearing on the walls. They looked like... blood stains. Suddenly, Keeran was choked. Her collar was against her throat, blocking the air she needed so badly. She was violently turned around. It was the man. He had a strong grip on her shirt, and was holding a clean, gleaming kitchen knife above her. "No!" Keeran screamed. She reached up and tore the ski mask off the man's head. She gasped in horror. His skin was utterly... white. No pigment at all. He had no eyes, no mouth, no nose. The man brought the knife higher, then...
I would really hate to leave you all alone in the dark... Keeran...
Keeran sat bolt upright in the creaky metal bed. "Mommy!" she yelled. She reached out into the pitch black room.
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