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 Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 7:01 pm
 † Christopher †
Room 320
Kira...observation should continue. Possible friend. Possible threat. Christopher thought as he reached another bite to his mouth.
Presently, an unknown sensation occurred around the area of his heart. His hand immediately went to the area, rubbing it in an attempt to ease the feeling. It wasn't exactly pain, but the sensation wasn't comfortable all the same.
"Patience, Christopher." the voice of an elderly woman spoke audibly.
Christopher glanced around, expecting to find the source of the words, but nothing was there save for those at his table. He looked down at his plate as he contemplated the occurrence.
"Patience..." he mumbled to himself.
Suddenly, the entire cafeteria shuddered. Christopher blinked a few times thinking his eyes were clouding or going out of focus, but it didn't change the visual. A haze slowly formed in the air, then it happened.
As if a holographic projection were being laid over his surroundings, Christopher saw ghostly figures wandering around the room. It became apparent that they did not exist in the natural as a few figures walked right through objects and people.
Suddenly, an unexplainable fear gripped Christopher's heart. His breathing began to become more rapid and his hands started sweating. Slowly he turned to face the entrance of the cafeteria. Without warning, several figures in dark soldier-like attire with face masks poured into the room and opened fire.
"Aaaaaagh!" Christopher sprang from his chair landing on the ground.
One of the soldiers turned to face him and began approaching him-rifle extended. Pushing himself backward along the floor, Christopher attempted to escape. He soon found himself backed against a wall, however, and could only watch as the figure came up to him and put the barrel of his gun to the boy's forehead.
"P...Please...don't k...kill me..." Christopher gasped in a voice that was not his own.
Tears were gliding down his cheeks as Christopher's shivering body was gingerly picked up by orderlies and dragged out of the cafeteria, Doctor Harry in hot pursuit. (You may react to what Christopher said and did. Not what he heard or saw.)
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 9:04 am
Jacque watched the events with Christopher with a bit of confusion "Schizophrenia and cannibalism...that's a bit....random." maybe a little too random he thought, he contemplated that maybe Christopher had a flash back to the police after he ate his family. that'd explain the plea for 'Don't kill me'
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 4:51 pm
http://i434.photobucket.com/albums/qq68/pokemanic1235/largeAnimePaperwallpapers_Kino-no-T.jpg Nova Tsuaki There is the sound of a keycard sliding just outside of Nova's door. He quickly looks up and sees 2 eyes looking threw the, usally locked, slot at the top of his door. He clutches his pikachu doll even closer as he glares at the door. 2 guards enter and put him in a straitjacket. He dosnt fight back as long as they dont touch his pikachu. "Careful with this one. I heard he bit a wardens finger off after touching that doll of his." The one gaurd tells the other one. The second gaurd looks at nova with a very worried look. Nova lets them put the straitjacket on but carefully hugs pikachu so that he faces forward. They then begin to wheel him off to the cafeiteria where they then un strap him and force him into the room. He quickly gathers up pikachu and immediatly goes to the darkest corner he could find. "They wont bother you if they cant see you......" a high voice says that, as he thinks, only he can hear. Nova nods in agreement as he hugs pikachu.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 7:53 pm
 Emily heard her speak to Christopher. Before the man could respond though he leaped up from his chair and started sobbing while backing up to the wall. The sudden movement startled her into freezing and watching the entire scene play out. Soon enough the man was taken out of the cafeteria by a host of orderlies and who she assumed was the doctor assigned to his case. Quiet seemed to return to the cafeteria but Emily couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps... maybe it had to do with the dreams that the two had mentioned. Something about singing and... wait...
I... understood them?
She had! She had understood something someone had said! A quick check in her mind confirmed that she wasn't hallucinating this time; this was real. She turned to Keeran once again and tugged harder on the other girl's sleeve since the last time had failed to get her attention. "M-Miss Keeran?" she spoke up, almost surprising herself into silence again "Why was he sc-scared? Was it the d-dream?" The dream... it seemed that some of the other residents had the dream. Was it something new from the staff to try to cure them of the reasons they were here?
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 2:36 pm
Keeran turned around and saw a little girl standing behind her. When had she shown up? And why would a girl as young as her be in this place?
"Did you just ask about a.. a dream?!" Keeran asked apprehensively, almost as if she was scared to know the answer. Was this girl hearing the song, too?
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 7:53 pm
 When the bleeding stopped, and she had no feeling left but the numbness of her heart, she tucked the blade away back under her bed, hidden between the springs. She rubbed the blood away, but there was alot of it. She frowned. She needed a shower. She took a sweater that was laying on the ground and wiped away as much blood as she could. If a guard or nures noticed loos, they would take her to the infirmary and discover her cuts. They would search her room for anything that might have caused the damage and take her precious knife away. They would transfer her to a new room, and probably have to wear a strait jacket for most of the time. Or always. She couldn't take that risk. After she had finished erasing as much blood as she could from sight, she folded up the sweater and ripped a larg hole on the bottom of her matress, stuffing it inside, as if it never existed. She walked over to her door and knocked on it loudly, trying to catch one of the passing peoples attention. Hey! I want a shower...let me out! after a few minutes of complaining, finaly a nurse came and opened her door, keeping a close eye on Crisel in case she tried to make a break for it. She didn't, she simply followed the female nures to the girls showers. The nures opened a locker for her to put her clothes in, then told Crisel she would be ing the next room invade she needed anything. amazing. They actually let us have showers unsupervised? she laughed silently. I have been here for three days... she thought, as she folded up her clothes and walked over to one of the stalls. She turned the knob, and freezing water poured out of the shower head, she cringed back, and decided to try another one. She walked into the next stall over, and turned the knob reluctantly, but warm water came out, and she sighed with relief.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 8:46 pm
† Christopher †
Room 320
Christopher was still shivering by the time they had reached his room. Harry quickly unlocked it and the orderlies brought the young boy to his bed. Christopher's breathing was still near hyperventilation rapidity as he stared blankly at the ceiling above his bed. Harry bent over him examining his eyes. He didn't appear to like what he was seeing.
"His pupils are dilated. He's in...shock..." He said as though he didn't believe what he was saying. "What could do something like this...? He seemed fine earlier..." Harry leaned over Christopher snapping his fingers in his face and by his ears. "Christopher. Christopher Reich, can you hear me?" The doctor's efforts were in vain, though, Christopher's mind was far from reality...
Christopher was walking a hall, but it was one that he was familiar with-he was walking in the asylum. It was odd not being accompanied by a doctor or some other authority figure, but there he was, all alone in the labyrinth of halls that crisscrossed around the building.
"Where is everyone...?" said he as his feet began taking him to an unknown destination.
Suddenly, there were footsteps behind him. Turning he saw a group of the medical staff members running towards him. He was preparing to run away, but they all ran right passed him.
"It's the resident in room 320 again. He's stabbing himself with a syringe he took from the nurse." One of the nurses was saying as they passed.
Room 320...? That's my room... Christopher thought as he began running after them.
Eventually they reached his room. Christopher wondered why he wasn't turning away at the horrific sight, but when his stomach growled, he knew: his hunger had returned. The patient had made a royal mess of himself with the syringe. The unsettling thing about the man was that he was smiling all the while he drew his own blood.
"There is no pain. There is no pain. There is no pain!" He said in an unnerving sing-song voice as he scribbled the words he spoke on the walls. "There's nothing to fear once I'm a part of the dream!"
This last line caught Christopher's attention. That was one of the lines from the song. Christopher stepped into the room to have a better look and was taken aback at what he saw.
Also with his blood, the man had scrawled out all of the lyrics of the Nightmare Requiem on the opposite wall. Beside it were the faces of a boy and girl-both in the fresh red blood as well. Why did they look so familiar...? Then Christopher's eyes went wide.
"Where did you see these two?" He cried out before thinking about where he was.
Suddenly, everything stopped around him, save for the man who was breathing heavily. Slowly the man turned around to face Christopher.
"They can't be allowed to live..." He said, his eyes welling up with tears abruptly. "You have to destroy the twins..." Suddenly the man's eyes widened. "The Shapeless Wraith? Oh, you poor b*****d..."
Christopher gritted his teeth and began backing away from the man.
"How do you see me? What do you know of the Requiem?" The boy demanded.
The man sighed and gestured around, seeming as though he were uncertain about something.
"They...They're causing it all." He said weakly. "All of these people are being manipulated by them. Something's about to happen. Something terrible...I don't have the power to stop it...but you do!" The man stumbled forward, grasping onto Christopher's hand. "Y-You have to find me. I'm...We're all still here! They've trapped us here and won't give us rest. Find me, Christopher!"
The man's voice faded as Christopher's eyes became heavy. Everything was swirling around him. All he could hear was his name echoing into the distance. Was somebody calling to him?
"Christopher? Christopher! Come on! Stay with me, buddy!" Harry was saying as he injected something into Christopher's arm.
Without warning, Christopher jolted upright, clinging to Harry muttering incoherently. Harry held onto him, stroking the back of his head.
"Hey, it's ok, Christopher. It's ok..." said the doctor trying to calm the panicked young man in his arms.
Christopher embraced the doctor as his eyes darted all around. What was happening to him? What was all this about? His eyes clenched shut and he sobbed into Harry's shoulder. The doctor shooed the orderlies out of the room and continued rubbing Christopher's back.
"It's alright, Christopher...It's all going to be alright..." Harry was saying, but his expression betrayed his thoughts. (How would you all say the story is going thus far? Post your thoughts in the OOC, please. :3)
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 9:28 pm
Crisel turned the water off and dried off, got dressed then knocked on the door for the nures to lead her back to her room. The nures opened the door and smiled, she slipped the key card through the slot and opened the door to the hallways. She heard some comotion coming from a room down a cople of doors. Though, that was pretty normal in this place. Crisel walked towards the room that read it's number as 320. There were some guards standing outside of the door and a couple of nurses walking out reluctantly. Thats the cannible, we need to be carefully when handling with him next time, understood? a male nures explained to his trainy. Crisel couldn't imagin why someone would want to work here. She gave props to anyone who was brave enough to. Did they work here because they wanted to be the one person who thinks they actually care? Did they want to work here because they believed they were making a difference somehow? Was it because they "understood" what the patiants were going through? Is it because they pity the people who inhabit the asylum? Is it because they want to genuinly help? Or is it all for money....? Whatever the reason, she didn't care. The nurse asked Crisel to ignore what was happening in the room, but her curiosity got the better of her. The nures looked to the two guards that were perched aside the door for help. One of them grabbed her shoulder and instructed her to leave and follow her caretakers instructions. She frowned, brushed the hand off and ignored him. She was tired of people telling her what to do. The same man pulled her hands together behind her back ands forced her away from the door. He told the second guard, who was remarkably taller, to keep watch. Wait... she said in protest, wiggling out of his grasp. There was a man embracing the same doctor that had taken her aside from the cafeteria. The man had black hair and dead looking eyes, he looked about twenty. But then it dawned on her, she had seen his face somewhere els befor, a dream? She had seen some of the people that were in the back of the cafeteria in one group, this boy being in it, in here dreams befor. Just quick flashs though, like the flash of a camera taking a picture, sudden and quick. The guards looked at eachother, they both grabbed her arms and dragged her down the hall, the female nures leading them to her room, 313. She opened the door with the key card and the guards let Crisel walk in herself, she had not been rejecting or fighting the guards on the way, she had went willingly. The door shut and Crisel stood there for ten minutes, staring at a small crack in the tile infront of her, not moving an inch. She looked at her bed, then moved to it, feeling suddenly tired. The crawled under the white Cotten blanket and fell asleep.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 6:12 pm
So it wasn't just her, other people heard it too. She nodded at the girl; she had heard a song... or at least she thought so. Thinking back now she remembered she hadn't understood what the voice was saying at first... then the static came, allowing her to hear it perfectly. "Y-yes. The scary d-d-dream..." she said in a lower voice. Her headache from the noise was getting worse; was it getting louder?
"What was yours?"((Wow, this is some vicious writers block))
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 3:17 pm
"I would really hate to leave you all alon...Kerri." he father grinned and punched her in the face. Suddenly Kerri woke with a gasp to the sound of someone pounding on her door.
"Come on, time for breakfast!" an impatient guard called, barging in. Kerri looked up at him, her features distorted in fear.
"Come on, you can't fool me with that. I've heard about you. You manipulate people all the time."
She cowered against the head of the bed, quivering. The guard sighed.
"Come on, I'm not gonna hurt you. I know the others were kindof rough last night. They were just tired. We don't usually have midnight arrivals." he held out his hand to her, and she nervously took it, estanding up slowly.
"There we go. You're gonna get to meet the other patients now. It's time for breakfast. As long as you behave, you'll be able to see all the others. Maybe it'll help you get out of here."
Kerri nodded slowly. "th-thank you." she said as they made their way down the corridor. They stopped at a large pair of double doors, and the guard unlocked them with one of his many keys.
"Here you are."
Kerri stepped tentatively through, analyzing everyone in the room. Many were of no interest whatsoever. A few sat in a group, looking frightened and speaking in hushed voices. This will be fun...
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 9:19 pm
 Kira Itzumi I'm not crazy... Having talked to Chrsitopher Kira was content. But when the boy started going off his head she looked around expecting to see someone, but no-one was there. She shook her head and muttered as he was taken away
"Must be madder than I first thought."
Soon enough she was soon guided to her room. The door locked behind her as she glared at the man closing it. She thought for a moment looking at the blank walls then banged on the door
"Oi! Am I aloud to have some paint?" she shouted at the door "Something to do in here?" ...I'm just special
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 10:13 pm
Jacque started to gather from the events and tried to come up with different causes and theories as he rose from his seat and made his way back to his room. Afterward he laid in his bed to think about the dream, now that he had more information. "You either laugh or you cry" He said to himself. Where was this going?
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 10:30 pm
† Christopher †
Room 320
Christopher sobbed into Harry's shoulder until he felt some comfort. He knew he could count on Doctor Harry. This man had been his only solace in this dimension of Hell. Amidst all the heartache and trauma at being surrounded by insanity, Harry's visits were what stuck out in Christopher's memory. Even now, when it seemed like the boy had lost every scrap of sanity he had left, Harry still whispered words of encouragement into his ear.
"You haven't lost yet, Christopher. The fact that you can openly express these feelings of anguish and pain shows that you are closer to salvation than I had originally thought." he was saying as he held the quivering boy in his arms. "We'll fight this together. Ok?"
Christopher's sobs had slowly declined to occasional sniffs here and there. Now he focused on bringing his heavy breathing back under control. Harry was right. He hadn't lost yet. Whatever tomorrow brings, he could face it.
"Because you're here..." he said weakly, sighing somewhat relieved.
Harry stroked the young man's head as they slowly separated, his hand remaining on Christopher.
"That's right, Christopher. I'm with you every step of the way." Harry ruffled his hair before straightening up. "Feeling better?"
Christopher sniffed and wiped his good eye which now averted from Harry's gaze.
"Yeah...thank you." he muttered, hiccuping softly as his hands shifted inside his jacket.
Harry nodded, grinning merrily at his patient. He stood and walked to the door, stopping and turning to Christopher.
"You know what I think you need?" Christopher slowly shook his head. "I want to take you on a walk through the asylum's garden later on. How does that sound?"
Christopher shrugged slightly.
"I guess it's better than staying in my room all day."
Harry's grin broadened at this and he nodded in agreement.
"Alright. Until then."
With that, the doctor closed the door, which locked automatically. Christopher was left to his thoughts once again.
Closer to salvation...? He thought as he laid back on his bed. Would I deserve it...?
Before Christopher could reach a conclusion, however, the light on his door turned green, indicating that it was unlocked. He slowly sat up expecting someone to come in, but no one was there. Standing up, he went over to investigate. The door had indeed been unlocked, but by whom? Swinging his foot up onto the door handle, the boy unlatched the door and swung it open.
"Hm...Well, the doctor said I could go on a walk later, but why not have some fun now...?" Christopher said, his mischievous grin back in place. (As I stated in the OOC, all doors that are typically locked have mysteriously unlocked themselves. You are free to move about the cabin. Just know that all asylum staff are still present, so you will be escorted back to your rooms shortly.)
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 4:55 am
Issac
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"Chains of the Past..."
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"Oh? What happened now?" Issac said as practically every door opened, that was pretty cool in his opinion. He stood up and vanished, moving around to see what he could do here. Of course something so great had to come with a catch, just as he was about to round a corner, the staff was there, that setback ruined his entire plan. "Tch..." Where could he go now? The most he could do was try to avoid them by sticking to the shadows. Not really planning on finding an exit, since he knew it'd be impossible, Issac was just going to go around and cause trouble, give the staff something to think about this time. "Alright, here goes..." Issac said, cracking his fingers and moving once more to who knows where.
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"Welcome to the demon's den...
I saved a spot for you."
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 7:04 pm
Crisel lifted her heard from resting on her knees to look at the door that had been miraculously opened. At first she made no attempt to leave the room, but she changed her mind after ten torturous minutes of bordom. She pocked her head out the door and looked both ways befor sneeking away from her room. Whatever the reason the doors where unlocked, she didn't care, just that she had sweet freedom. She walked through the halls, passing by other patiants, who she liked to refer to as Prisoners. and she was one as well. Though she did believe that she deserved to be locked up in this insanitarium. Befor the doors had been opened, she made a silent promise to herself. No more crying. And no more smiling. She was tired of emotions, they were too troubling, so she would become heartless and uncaring, Nomane did not believe she would be able to keep her cherade up for long though. Here goes.... She heard someone say. She looked at a boy who she had not noticed untill he spoke. They were the only ones in this particular hallway, well, accept for the one guy in the corner chanting "You are my Sunshine" in the feedle position, she could barely hear him dining with such a small voice. Wait, I know those eyes..... noticing the boys nearly white eyes, she recognized him from one of the pictured frames in her dream.... Siren.... she thought about the black figure from her dream, and when she had seen it in the garden in the window from the cafeteria. Yes my dear....? a eerie wispy voice asked from behind her, she nearly jumped into Iaasics arms from the fright of the sound of none other than Siren. The obewho sings the melody in her dreams. Waaah! she pushed him down, she was to close to him. She hated it when people touched her, so you could imagine her irritation when a guard or nures came close to her.
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