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 Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 9:33 am
 —(•·✚[ ⓢⓣⓔⓥⓔⓝ ]✚·•)—All my toys are broken
And so am I inside, mom...
Steven noticed that the others were talking, but he didn't quite understand
what they were saying, and he figured that it didn't matter because they
weren't talking about him anyways. The one girl, though--with blue eyes like
his own--he caught staring at him.
He blinked slightly as he looked over at her and noted her smile. Her
expression change in a few short moment had Steven smile tentatively back
at her. "Y-you're broken too, like me, aren't you?" he asked her, completely
ignoring the other two in the room while they were having their conversation.
He moved maybe an inch closer, hardly even a move from the corner, but
enough to test the water. Maybe she liked to play with people like he did.
Like Steven did. It had been so long since Steven had been allowed to get
out and play, because Stephen had been the good son all these years;
Stephen had grown up, and poor Steven was left with the mind like a child's.
...The carnival has closed
Years ago —(•·✚·•)—
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 8:31 pm
(¯`’•.¸(♥)¸.•’´¯) ¯¨'*·~-.¸¸,.-~*'My name's Lucia Everly Therese Grey. Pleasure.¯¨'*·~-.¸¸,.-~*'
███████████████████████████████████████ Are you really sure you want to know about My Label? Okay, it's;; ☯ Crawling through this world as disease flows through my veins
I look into myself, but my own heart has been changed Without the turn of her head, her pale blue eyes glanced over at Jonathan and watched him as he spoke. They didn't seem insane, and should team up, and perhaps 'heal.' Lucia began to contemplate this as Veronica replied 'light.' Odd reply, but perhaps holding clear meaning. Perhaps she meant something as in, light in darkness? Hope. That could well be what she meant. Or Lucia was wrong, and her guess was extremely irrelevant. Either way, she made a slight nod in response, it pretty much being her only choice.
Feeling a glance, her eyes were back at the other male. The one who was once speaking to himself. Her smile was now gone as though it had never existed. He was smiling at her, bringing a forced smile to creep back onto her face in return. It would look real, but the feeling was the exact opposite on the inside. He began to speak, this time to her rather than himself. "Y-you're broken too, like me, aren't you?" The forced smile disappeared once again.
Broken. Broken as in mad? Crazy? Perhaps he was referring to the speaking-to-self problem. Or, perhaps the smile she had made? Maybe the change was too obvious. Her pale blue eyes continued to stare directly into the sky blue ones, even as he moved. Even if it was only an inch, why had he? Would he feel comfortable with her if she had been? Question after question ran through her mind, though on her face was only, an overall, expressionless stare.
Right now, all there was in her little world was herself, and this male. All there was to her right now was silence, and deep thought. She could not understand what exactly he meant by his words. "Broken," she repeated mentally, refusing to even blink. Every part of her had gone tense, unsure of what to think or expect. However, instead of coming on as intimidating, which she could have been, she tilted her head ever so slightly, as if in curiosity. I can't go on like this
I loathe all I've become State of [M]ind // [E]motions;; Confused, uncertain, mildly irritated
Purple serum, recently?;; No.
[H]ealth;; 100%
Orange Ostrich-shaped Cookie;; >> <<
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 9:40 pm
—(•·✚[ ⓢⓣⓔⓥⓔⓝ ]✚·•)— All my toys are broken
And so am I inside, mom...
At the forced smile, Steven noticed that her smile didn't quite reach her
eyes. She had been putting on a show like his alter ego Stephen had put on
a show in his stead when he'd been at home, but he and Stephen weren't the
same anymore. They were both very different, and neither of them particularly
liked each other any longer. Steven had played too rough with Stephen's wife.
He tilted his head as Lucia tilted hers and he smiled, almost excited at the
prospect of finding another that was like him. Stephen was advising him
against going near this one, but Steven thought that he was just jealous that
he was finally making friends.
"D-did they break you... or did you break yourself--like me?" he asked
hesitantly before he moved a little bit closer. He glanced warily at the other
two in the room, but his blue eyes soon found Lucia's again and held her
gaze inquisitively.
"Our name is Steven," he said, introducing himself in a rather odd way.
...The carnival has closed
Years ago —(•·✚·•)—
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 1:53 pm
Veronica took a glance around the room. She can tell something interesting is about to happen. But wasn't quite sure if it would be good, or bad. All she can do is sit back and watch.
As she observed the others her hand reached out for her deck which was lying right next to her.
Her scared face didn't show much emotion. Perhaps only her eyes had shown nervousness.
"This isn't normal, is it? Veronica's voice echos in her mind.
Status = Nervous
Health = 100%
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 6:56 pm
(¯`’•.¸(♥)¸.•’´¯) ¯¨'*·~-.¸¸,.-~*'My name's Lucia Everly Therese Grey. Pleasure.¯¨'*·~-.¸¸,.-~*'
███████████████████████████████████████ Are you really sure you want to know about My Label? Okay, it's;; ☯ Crawling through this world as disease flows through my veins
I look into myself, but my own heart has been changed The male was smiling at her. His, however, wasn't forced like Lucia's was. She was far from knowing what to think about this situation. It looked fully real, excited even. But was it really? And if it was, was it him plotting some sort of attack? "Maybe he's just curious about me," she thought, her face relaxing a little. "No," she thought, her eyes darkening. "He's plotting your death, or just a creep. Don't let him near you."
The male spoke, breaking up the arguing thoughts within her mind. Did they break her, or did she break herself? The male moved closer. Her face relaxed again, her eyes grew calm. Had she been broken before she came here? Broken, mentally? She frowned as if in deep thought. She couldn't remember. Had she been? Is that how she ended up here in the first place? No, it couldn't have been. It was the doctors who were crazy. But then, wouldn't it take someone who was mad to believe that? The only answer she could produce was a small shrug.
He introduced himself. Although, it was a rather odd way of going about it. "We"? She thought about how he said it for a moment. We would mean two or more people. Therefore, multiple traits. Different traits between each person. Her eyes suddenly widened in a mix of epiphany, and surprise. That was it.
She was like him.
Lucia blinked a couple of times, feeling her heart begin to pound faster. After a deep inhale, then exhale, she regained herself. "My name is Lucia," she said, eyes focussed on his still. Memories of past events ran through her mind. Randomly lashing out at doctors after being calm. Being happy, then attacking a wall out of the blue. Being relaxed, possibly sympathetic, and having hostile, or malicious thoughts. Like earlier. What if all of this only got worse? I can't go on like this
I loathe all I've become State of [M]ind // [E]motions;; Confused, uncertain, thoughtful
Purple serum, recently?;; No.
[H]ealth;; 100%
Orange Ostrich-shaped Cookie;; >> <<
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 10:40 am
—(•·✚[ ⓢⓣⓔⓥⓔⓝ ]✚·•)— All my toys are broken
And so am I inside, mom...
When Lucia had frowned to ponder just if they had broken her, or she had
broken herself, Steven figured that they had broken her. She would have
known if she had broken herself, or at least that was his line of thought. He
wondered what it would feel like to be broken by someone else. He
continued observing her expressions and smiled at the expression of
surprise. He smiled at her once more and crossed his legs in front of him.
"Lucia... that's a pretty name..." he said and smirked just slightly as he
continued to say; "My name is boring. How'd you get here? I only just got here.
Oh, right, Stephen... I guess we've been here three days already."
...The carnival has closed
Years ago —(•·✚·•)—
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 9:01 pm
(¯`’•.¸(♥)¸.•’´¯) ¯¨'*·~-.¸¸,.-~*'My name's Lucia Everly Therese Grey. Pleasure.¯¨'*·~-.¸¸,.-~*'
███████████████████████████████████████ Are you really sure you want to know about My Label? Okay, it's;; ☯ Crawling through this world as disease flows through my veins
I look into myself, but my own heart has been changed The male seemed to be a rather happy person. Lucia was happy once, but that was a long time ago. It seemed as though he was continuously watching her every movement which, really, was nothing new for her. She's been used to doctors watching her every action for some time now, and grew strategic.
Her name was commented on. "Pretty," he called it. He smirked lightly, and continued, saying his name was boring, and asking how she ended up here, that he and.. Err, himself, just arrived three days ago. How had she ended up here? She wasn't crazy before. Well at least, she didn't think she was. For the first time, her eyes left the male and went to the floor in front of her. "How?" she repeated quietly, unsure. She then shook her head quickly, and looked back up at him, as if trying to shake the question from her mind. "I've been here.. A while," she said at pretty much the same volume. Her eyes left him again.
Lucia's eyes closed for a moment, still somehow remembering the faces of her loved ones. The solemn, but worried faces. They knew there was nothing wrong with her, but what could they possibly have done to stop them from taking Lucia away? And if that wasn't what their thoughts were, what were they? Glad that they were finally being rid of a burden? Not saying anything even though they knew nothing was wrong with her, but thought they knew something they didn't? Did they think she committed some sort of crime? No, they could have known. They must have..
The closed eyes grew tighter. "No, Lucia. They hated you. They wanted nothing to do with you. They wanted you gone. If they cared. they would have stopped this from happening. They wouldn't have let those people take you away." But, surely they would have cared about her? They never showed signs of hatred, dislike or spite. The only people she's ever seen that in is the doctors. Everything was utterly baffling, and the conflicting thoughts didn't help her at all. She didn't know what to think about her past. I can't go on like this
I loathe all I've become State of [M]ind // [E]motions;; Confused, uncertain, thoughtful, growing irritated
Purple serum, recently?;; No.
[H]ealth;; 100%
Orange Ostrich-shaped Cookie;; >> <<
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 9:21 pm
Since no one spoke to her anymore Veronica began to grow sleepy again. Probably from the habit of trying to sleep the days away. She would soon be laying on her side. She tried to think of her father. She wondered if he was alright. She did murder his wife after all. Did he hate her? She wouldn't have been surprised. But if she didn't he'd probably lose his daughter. She was forced in a difficult situation.
She closed her eyes, and thought back to happier memories. Or at least tried to. Since she first was put here she was slowly forgetting her past. Mainly any happy memories she happened to still have. But she could still remember her mother's face though.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 10:50 am
—(•·✚[ ⓢⓣⓔⓥⓔⓝ ]✚·•)— All my toys are broken
And so am I inside, mom...
The girl who called herself Lucia looked strangely confused, and though
Steven knew what that was like, he had stopped trying to really figure things
out any more. He was who he was, and Stephen was who he was. I'm a
little boy... No, I'm a great big man. No... let's be little boys... for a little while longer...?
Steven, I want to go home. You got us here... we have to find a way out.
"Yeah... yeah, Stephen we have to leave... I wanna go home too... bet mama
misses us..." he said softly to himself before he looked back towards
Lucia. "I played too rough... too rough..." he said softly, as if that was a
full explanation of why he was here. He murmured 'too rough' a few more
times quietly to himself before he pursed his lips and covered his ears lightly.
"She was screaming... I made her stop. I made it all stop. Made it all stop."
...The carnival has closed
Years ago —(•·✚·•)—
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 11:25 am
Veronica opened her eyes when she heard what Steven had said. It only reminded her how she was placed here. She didn't know about the others, but she did vaguely felt as if she deserved this for what she had done.
"Remember what you are... Remember what you did to Marni... she heard her father's voice echoed in her head. For some reason that always triggers that unpleasant memory. One day she got back from her part time job at a local store. Marni was in the kitchen drunk as usual. She was about to leave. But Marni just suddenly attacked her with a knife. Her face had to cut pretty badly. Without another thought she took the first blunt object she could find and ended up beating Marni to death with it.
"Innocent of account of self-defense huh?" she thought to herself when the memory reached its ending. "And I get locked up anyway... I probably deserve this anyway" she thought as she rolled to her side. Status = Sleepy, depressed, doubtful
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 1:10 pm
((wah i'l post i swear!..I didn't realize this was open D: ))
EDIT:
Scratch that.. I'm not exactly sure how to post and my brain can't get into it right now. I honestly assumed this thread was dead so all my ideas kind of went, poof D: I'm not quite feeling it anymore..
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 1:28 pm
Jonathan's sudden enthusiasm died, the boy was talking to himself and the other were somewhat socializing, leaving him out of the flow.
He swallowed and leaned his frame against one of the corners, folding his arms and looking up at the red ceiling. It was not a surprise to him that...of all things blood would be here. He heard screams, unsure of whether they were real or just recorded to add to the insanity and chaos of this place, but he found that if he could crack the boy, get friendly with the two girls, they could make quite a lovely team.
The crusaders.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 2:17 pm
Merilyn Sarcophius Another sharp cry came from the P.A. "Hello down there! I'm sure you've found that a few nice boys came to visit you! But not for loong~ I'm gonna need you to volunteer one of your members to wait by the door so we can give you your prescribed medication! Now, now, it won't hurt you at all! Just get one of your cellmates down here so we can have a nice chat!"After she turned off the P.A. and leaned back on her chair, clearly pleased with herself as she looked at the VV with pleasure.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 5:25 pm
Veronica was asleep at this point. She didn't hear the PA. In corner she slept in was one of the two closest to the door. So if the person in the other corner moved to the back of the room she'd probably be taken rather of not she was awake.
Unaware of the potential pain she'd probably experiences later she was actually having a very pleasant dream of when her mother was still alive. She, and her sisters as children playing in the park.
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 5:59 pm
Evilyn Black "Ivy"   Despite the socializing of some of the other patients there was one who remained all alone, the voice on the intercom was a mere muffled buzzing to her. She sat alone in the very corner of the room, a thin blanket wrapped around her shoukders and head. She felt safe when she was covered..like no one could see her.. In the palm of her pale hand sat a single leaf, its edges turning brown as the life slowly drained out of it. Ivy had found it on the floor, one of the doctors having probably brought it into the facility by accident. Such a glimpse of the outside world was a rare thing to her, the piece of plant she held between her fingers almost a miracle. While the darkness of blanket she hid in obscured the leaf Ivy was perfectly content on having it rest in the palm of her hand.
Surely the doctors would come into the cell soon, the patients were awake..There quiet chattering could be heard behind her. She wasn't supposed to be in here, they wanted to lock her away again without even a shred of sunlight. They would take away her leaf too if they found it, right now it was the only thing keeping her going. She wanted to escape this place but where would she go? Her own parents hadn't believed her had had shipped her off to this place. From the way she acted it was hard to believe that Ivy had been here for only a little under a month, they had already gotten to her though. The people who ran the place...They were the ones who were insane not her..The doctors would never let her leave..
Hand clenching around her leaf the girl brought her knees to her chest and ducked her head, trying to make herself as small as possible. Perhaps they would ignore her this time..Maybe they'd leave her alone. Amidst the other patients Ivy sat nestled in the very back of the small space, her pinkish dyed hair covered most of the face that faced the wall. The blanket draped around her like a tent, shed be a mere lump to the rest of them. The only part that did show was her trembling, her body shaking uncontrollably at the thought of the doctors..
((hey look a post ^^))
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