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 Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 5:24 pm
And then the worms came. Worms? Worms drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once Then they put me in a padded room all to myself.  The Johanson Insane Asylum, to Mental Institution, now Mental Health Center, made in 1845 in Vinton County, Ohio, it was the place to be, or, so it was said. Though, like most early mental treatment hospitals nowhere was a good place..and here, was the worst. 98% of all of the residents died from treatment, or just of old age. The 2% that made it out of there, usually wen to another asylum to die, or be killed. I guess the residents didn't read the fine printing, "The place to be for doctors and nurses." They were paid handsomely at the Johanson Asylum, it was privately owned by a millionaire, whose wife had gone "insane" one day, and died from her "treatment". After that he decided to open his own asylum to try to "help" other people suffering mental illness.
The truth was that Mr. Johanson was a sadistic man, and he was a doctor, and he treated his wife for her illness. His wife went insane, coincidentally after she was caught with another man byt her husband. He said she was in so much remorse for her actions she went mad. So, he "treated" her, but she died in the operation. After his first kill, he lusted for more, so he built his own institution and started a practice. This of course, to the media looked wonderful and sweet. "He loved his wife so much, and now wanted to save others like her. How sweet." Though he told them that he would do everything to save the many people declared insane, he did the opposited, but no one ever really noticed, since...No one ever cared about the insane back then. No one noticed that no one really came out of there healed, or...alive.
By 1970 the place was closed down, like most Asylums, and is now sitting in the middle of an area, a mile or two from civilization. The northern, western and eastern sides are composed of dense forest, while the southern side contains the cemetary of unmarked graves, then the forest in the background. The Institution is abandoned, or so it is thought to be by the government, who owns the land. The building will either be sold, and if it can't be sold it will be torn down, and something else will be built in its place.
The thing no one knows is that for several years now, six run-away teens have lived in the asylum, though these teens are not how they used to be. After living in the abandoned asylum for a few years, the hostile, bitter, and insane demons that posessed so many of the patients have now taken over their bodies. Basically they are posessed by demons that have taken over many of the patients before them, and drove them to their deaths. So, some of the beliefs on insanity by the church were true, but most of them weren't. The asylum is now, not only haunted by the souls of the thousands of patients, but now ruled by the six posessed teens that live there.
Now, six more teens, friends, heard about this abandoned asylum and decided to visit it. For a good scare they dared themselves to spend the night. They arrived and after a few hours, before dark even set in, they realized they are trapped inside and can't get out. They are now looking for an exit, but they will never get out. Because now, the demons have them, and won't let them get away so easily.
The house has plenty of stockpiled food. Canned food, and such that hasn't gone bad for the several years, since the original six teens brought it, since they were running away. Though once the demons posessed the original teens they didn't eat much, and if they did, it was usually mice, rabbits, squirells, and the ocasional deer that would pass by or venture into the asylum. Usually raw. The demons aren't as picky as a normal human. Now with these six teend entering the house, what will become of them? Are they for food? Are they for fun? Or are they for friends?
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:25 pm
 RULES
Because even complete chaos has its limits.  No godmodding, auto-hitting, advertising, or any other annoying activities, that I'd prefer you refrain from participating in.
Violence is encouraged.
Romance, keep to PG-16. (No cybering)
PM profiles to me with the following titles:
-If a demon: "Crazy? I was crazy once."
-If a spirit: "We're all mad here."
-If a human: "I dare you."
Sadistic, and insane characters are encouraged for demons and spirits, not so much humans.
2 characters max per person. I prefer you not play two of the same type. I.E. Two demons, two spirits, or two human. Try two different types.
Literate to semi-literate please. Meaning: At least 6 sentences per post, and typed in a way that your middle school English teacher would give you an "A".
There will only be 6 spots available for each type of character, get over it. I will not allow anymore if it gets full.
You may reserve spots, but you must send in a profile for your spot within 3 days.
Respect everyone here, or we won't respect you and I'll kick your a** out.
Wait at least two days if the person you're roleplaying with doesn't respond before moving on (leaving them), or dragging them along. Unless someone else talks to you in the meantime, then you may move on.
Max of five paragraphs per post please, I don't want to read a novel.
I have the right to add, remove or change any rules, at any time.
If you've read the rules put the 'pirate!' icon at the bottom of your profile.
Have fun.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 10:10 pm
 Profile Skeletons: 
Even the insane have a story to tell For Demons:Available: 2/6 [b]My name is,[/b] [character's name], [b]but you can call me [/b][characters nickname].
[b]I appear to be[/b] [years old] [b]but am actually [/b][years old].
[b]I am a[/b] [gender], [b]and am [/b][sexuality].
[b]I am a[/b] [type (if specified)] [b]demon.[/b]
[b]Meaning I can[/b] [up to 3 powers/abilities].
[b]I can be a little[/b] [5 or more personality traits].
[b]This is how it started:[/b] [bio. 1-2 paragraphs at least. (5 sentences per paragraph at least]
[b]Things that bother me:[/b] [5 or more things your character doesn't like]
[b]Things that make me smile:[/b] [5 or more things that your character enjoys]
[b]Look out for [/b][appearance-URL format]
[username]:[b] The one behind it all.[/b] For Spirits:Available: 3/6 [b]My name was,[/b] [character's name], [b]and you can call me [/b][characters nickname].
[b]I appear to be[/b] [years old] [b]but am actually [/b][years old].
[b]I was a[/b] [gender], [b]and was [/b][sexuality].
[b]I am now a[/b] [phantom, ghost, spirit, spectre, etc. You can even have an adjective, like: "Vengeful spirit," and so on.]
[b]I can[/b] [1 powers/abilities (Keep it ghost like. Float, go through walls, disappear, etc.].
[b]I was a little[/b] [5 or more personality traits].
[b]This is how it ended:[/b] [bio. 1-2 paragraphs at least. (5 sentences per paragraph at least]
[b]Things that bothered me:[/b] [5 or more things your character doesn't like]
[b]Things that made me smile:[/b] [5 or more things that your character enjoys]
[b]Look out for [/b][appearance-URL format]
[username]:[b] The one that controls me.[/b] For Humans:Available: 3/6 [b]My name is,[/b] [character's name], [b]but you can call me [/b][characters nickname].
[b]I am[/b] [years old].
[b]I am a[/b] [gender], [b]and am [/b][sexuality].
[b]I can[/b] [skills you have learned. i.e. karate, cook, draw, etc.]
[b]I am a little[/b] [5 or more personality traits].
[b]This is how it has gone so far:[/b] [bio. 1-2 paragraphs at least. (5 sentences per paragraph at least]
[b]Things that I despise:[/b] [5 or more things your character doesn't like]
[b]Things that I love:[/b] [5 or more things that your character enjoys]
[b]Look out for [/b][appearance-URL format]
[username]:[b] The one one behind the mask.[/b]
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 7:31 pm
D E M O N S Available: 2/6 My name is, Tarek Temeluchus, but you can call me Tarek.
I appear to be 20 but am actually 756.
I am a male, and am bisexual.
I am a shadow demon.
Meaning I can move through shadows, manipulate shadows-making them solid in a way, and I can use shadows as a weapon.
I can be a little cold, merciless, sadistic, and sometimes gentle, considerate and vengeful.
This is how it started: I took over the body if Tarek Anderson when he moved in. Though his friends only noticed subtle changes, he was long gone. How they didn't notice: I observed the kid, and then acted him out the best I could untill the others were taken. I now go by Tarek Temeluchus, my "last name" being my true name. The many patients I drove to their deaths I chose because they deserved it, unless I coudn't find one, then I just did it for fun.
Before my life on Earth I was a keeper of Hell, and the cheif angel of torment. I'm also a designated, caretaking angel set over children at birth and during infancy. That's probably why I have two sides of me sometimes. To young people, or to gentle people that I like I can be really nice, but to people that have done wrong, I will easily bring justice with terrible punishments.
Things that bother me: Light, A Crucifix, Holy Water, Bible Passages, and Crimes.
Things that make me smile: Babies, Infants, Toddlers, Beautiful People, Innocent People, Justice being served, smoking (need my nicotine) and pineapple.
Look out for Tarek Temeluchus
Ookami_Oshima: The one behind it all.My name is, Lucien O'malley, but you can call me Lucien, Luce, Lucky.
I appear to be 20 but am actually Unknown.
I am a Male, and am Bisexual.
I am a Psychotic/insane demon.
Meaning I can Control people's actions as long as i keep eye contact, tends to giggle while inflicting great pain on people, can change form when enraged, or wants to scare people.
I can be a little Sadistic, charming, suave, creepy, misleading.
This is how it started: Visited the asylum many years ago with his friends. They all thought it would be fun to live in the creepy place. It wasn't so. Over time, Lucien slowly became more violent; attacking his friends randomly, and at times, talking to himself so fast no-one could understand him. Thats when the visions started. It was like he was watching many people's memories played out on film in front of his eyes. He saw what the other patients the demon possessed saw; the violence, the deaths, the blood, the pain. It drove Lucien insane, which in doing so, led to the demon overtaking him completely. He is still haunted by what he sees, and likes to talk to himself about it.
Things that bother me: Not being able to find food, boredom, too much light, religious symbols, strawberries.
Things that make me smile: Blood, pain, really beautiful women, fresh play-things, sour candy.
Look out for Lucien, What the mirrors can't see...
[DarkUltimatum]: The one behind it all. My name is, Shiroyuki Tsubame Touketsu, but you can call me Yuuki, Shiro, Shiraiyuki-hime(Snow White). I appear to be 20 but am actually around one thousand. I am a Male, and am Gay. I am a Cold merciless demon. Meaning I can control water, though I usually freeze it and manipulate ice or extremely icy water. I can be a little cold, calculating, blunt/rude, violent and twisted. This is how it started: Yuki: I ran away with some friends and we chose to stay at this cool old loony bin. We didn't see it comin' Tarek was the first of us that got possessed, followed by the others and me. I seem the only one that isn't always a demon, though none of the others notice, as the one that possessed me is almost the same as me. Tsubame Touketsu: I possessed a boy who seemed to have strong psychic powers, so we sometimes switch over and he regains control(usually for only short bursts/amounts of time). None of the others notice any difference, so I don't put much effort into supressing his conciousness(not that he's usually greeted with pleasent memories when he does get control from me). We even converse together, and I must say, he is quite the odd human. He always believed demons and such existed(claimed he could see them everywhere), which got him lots of shrink appointments apparently. He and I agreed to wear an unpside-down cross around our neck(I've started refering to it as our body, it gets annoying. Lucky its just in thoughts and not when talking/arguing with one of the others. Things that bother me: Heat, bright light, loud noises, holy/worshippin songs, and right-wise crosses(love flippin em upside down) Things that make me smile: (1)Cold, dark, and damp places, (2)Eating souls of dead patients/whatever I get my hands on, (3)Water, (4)Eternal Darkness falling on the world Look out for Yuuki Tsubame Touketsu Astarael Storm: The one behind it all.My name is, Hotaru, but you can call me Inferno.
I appear to be 18 but am actually 296.
I am a male, and am bi.
I am a Fire demon.
Meaning I can Conjure fireballs etc, and raise room temperatures.
I can be a little Twisted, cruel, quiet, unstable, and uncontrollable.
This is how it started: Hotaru was a troubled individual. He loved his violence and continuously got into fights. I think he was kept around for security reasons. He could fend off attackers and was easily controlled by the words of females. Kinda like me. Taking over his body and soul was quite a task. He fought back furiously, but I managed to win. No-one seemed to notice the difference except that he was acting more insane than usual... whatever that meant. I suppose the fire conjuring was a tip-off too. Oops.
In hell, I was just someone they used to torture others. They said my talents were invaluable, but the were scared of me. I know it. They kept me chained up all the time because they knew I was more powerful than they were. I suppose that's why the chains restricted my powers as well. I left with 5 other demons because I was sick of it. They still keep me chained in the basement, but they're nice to me. The chains bind me, but keep my powers free. I get to burn all the little critters that find their way into my room. So fun...
Things that bother me: Water, Humidity, Serenity, Others being calm, and Solitude.
Things that make me smile: Burning things, Fighting, Being free, Losing control, and Solitude.
Look out for me
Demonic Shinobi: The one behind it all.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 7:32 pm
S P I R I T S Available: 3/6 My name was, Andy Fyrane, and you can call me Dusk.
I appear to be 21 but am actually 213.
I was a male, and was straight.
I am now a Lonely ghost.
I can Read minds.
I was a little Depressed, schizophrenic, violent, understanding, and confused.
This is how it ended:
They were scared of me. They feared my ability to sense what others were thinking. It made them think I was crazy, so they had me put away. Removed from society. In darkness. I was able to tell what the other inmates around me were thinking, and soon it started to drive me just as insane as them.
Eventually, they got annoyed with me that I could "see" what they were up to before they would do it, so they gouged my eyes out and sewed them shut. The blood began pooling in my head until I entered a severe delirium and began to hallucinate. Soon, my brain was so full of fluid, that it soaked it up and drowned itself, taking me along with it.
Because I have so much resentment here, my soul is bound to this building. Now I doomed to forever haunt this asylum, obeying those in control and forever hearing all the thoughts of the demons, spirits and humans that pass through here. This is my hell.
Things that bothered me:
- Snap judgment
- Cigarette smoke
- Injustice
- Resorting to violence
- Being ordered around
Things that made me smile:
- Alcohol
- Innocent children
- The sun (when I could see it)
- Pranks
- Solitude
Look out for Dusk
Demonic Shinobi: The one that controls me.My name was, [ Yuuri Train Heartnet ], and you can call me [ Train, Heart, Yuuri ].
I appear to be [ 16 ] but am actually [ 200 ].
I was a [ Male ], and was [ Bi ].
I am now a [ phantom ]
I can [ walk through things/people ]
I was a little [ paranoid and scitzophrenic. I had three distinct personalities and we all blended into one when we died. ]
This is how it ended: [ I was one of the youngest here, and I also was one of the patients that died not long after arriving there in the first place. I had a sister and parents that thought this would be best, and they didn't even seem to care that I died. I was a dangerous 'patient, and kept in isolation(which only made the darker personalities grow stronger and more dangerous). I killed myself by punching a hole through the base of my neck with a metal bar. ]
Things that bothered me: [ the doctors, other patients, flickering lights, the word 'treatment'(meant pain or a blackout that was one of my other personalities taking over), and solitary confinement. ]
Things that made me smile: [ sleep, the blackness of having one of the others take over, drifting in the void of my subconcious, food ]
Look out for Yuuri
Astarael Storm: The one that controls me. My name was, [Adrianne Rice], and you can call me [Adrianne].
I appear to be [19] but am actually [165].
I was a [female], and was [straight(?)].
I am now a [poltergeist]
I can [interact with the human world, to an extent. (Moving small objects, etc.)].
I was a little [paranoid, unstable and obsessive during an episode, however occasionally she'll regain her sanity and become very protective of any poor soul who wanders into the place.].
This is how it ended: [Adrianne was once a sweet and happy girl, the daughter of a wealthy banker who was an associate of Mr. Johanson. It wasn't until she was 14 that she started exhibiting signs of schizophrenia, but of course, back then there wasn't a very good understanding of psychiatric conditions, so it was believed that she was possessed by the devil, which the poor girl had also believed. After a failed attempt at exorcising the 'demons' inside her, her father turned to his associate Mr. Johanson, who thought it would be in the girl's best interest if she was committed for psychiatric observation.
Things didn't get any better for Adrianne at the asylum. She was put on an intense regimen of medication and electroshock therapy, and of course, the demons that she feared actually existed inside this place. They ultimately drove her to jump out of a 5th story window when she was 19.]
Things that bothered me: [demons, clergymen, scary people, citrus fruit.]
Things that made me smile: [walking through the forest, being alone, foods from other countries, painting]
Look out for [Adrianne]
[Magnificent Dustmop]: The one that controls me.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 7:34 pm
H U M A N S Available: 3/6 My name is, Lilith Ann Montague, but you can call me Lilith, Lily-Ann, Monty.
I am 19, almost 20.
I am a Female, and am Bi-curious.
I can Cook, draw, play most instruments and can use most hand-weapons quite well.
I am a little Loud, out-there, kind-hearted, a romantic at heart, slightly sadistic.
This is how it has gone so far: Lilith was born into a high-class family, who moved overseas from bonny Britain. Her parents were both in the defence forces; father was a weapons/combat expert and her mother was a lawyer. Her older brother studied hard to become a medic, to join the family tradition. Lilith had other plans. She was studying to become a tattoo artist/piercer, and her mother shunned her for it. Her father, no matter what, accepted his daughter. He taught her hand-to-hand combat and defence skills. It wasn't until her best friend Nathaniel died that she really went off the rails. Rebelling, she completely left her family to go visit the asylum in the forest with her friends.
Things that I despise: Mushrooms, stuck-up people, spiders, not being able to drink, drugs
Things that I love: Chocolate, throwing wild parties, tattoos, piercings, red roses
Look out for Lilith
[DarkUltimatum]: The one one behind the mask.My name is, Jesse Johnson, but you can call me Jesse, Jess, or JJ. I am 21. I am a Male, and am Straight. I can Street brawler, can juggle, doesn't want anyone knowing, but is a fairly good ballroom dancer. I am a little Different, physical, simple, quiet, sick sense of humor. This is how it has gone so far: Jesse was always a bit of a brat as a kid. He came from a lower class family and had to earn everything he got. He was constantly in trouble for some sort of gambling, theft, or assault charge, but he didn't really care. He just wanted to have fun and be himself, to Hell with modern society's rules. He was glad to have found some friends that were like him, willing to do what they wanted, and when the wanted to do it. He had always known about the asylum hidden in the trees, but never had a reason to bother with it until Lily wanted to go. Things that I despise: Braggards, those who tell him to stop smoking, whiners, white noise, loud bangs Things that I love: Smoking, breaking things, fighting, listening to music (any kind), women Look out for JesseDeathsDirtyWorker: The one one behind the mask. My name is, Samantha Rayne, but you can call me Sam.
I am 20
I am a female, and am straight.
I can play piano, draw well, and I have learned self-defence techniques from my Police training.
I am a little sarcastic, serious, and factual. I can also be stubborn and rude at times.
This is how it has gone so far:
I've had an average life, nothing special or anything. I was raised by both of my parents, with my younger brother. I have always been good in school with A's and B's. I've always wanted to be a police officer, and have been attending the Police training courses lately. It'd be so great if I could make it as a cop. I love justice, and I'd love to help enforce rules, by chasing down bad guys, and chasing suspects.
I never believed in anything that couldn't be proven, so I often try to explain things that others may think as "supernatural" in ways that can be proven by science. I decided to tag along with my friends for the sake of their sanity. I've heard that this place is "haunted" but of course, I won't buy that. I have to be here to explain anything that couls happen, since kids these days are so impressionable.
Things that I despise: Onion, fish, Country music, trouble-makers, and superstitions.
Things that I love: Rock, techno, and rap music, justice, crab, Oreos, sleeping in, and running.
Look out for Sam
Ookami_Oshima : The one one behind the mask.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 9:04 pm
How it will Start:
Humans: Just realizing that you are trapped inside.
Demons & Spirits: Either scare the hell out of them, or go introduce yourself. Now Open
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 9:39 pm
 Lucien walked the empty halls of the asylum. He was down in the recreation area, and he was bored. Rats skulls crunched beneath his feet, and an eerie grin was on his face. "Tarek? Where are you~!" He called out, his charming voice not straying past the room next to him. He was bored. He could smell fresh meat, but wasn't sure where is was. Oh how he was hoping it was some humans, new toys for him to play with. The demon in Lucien was, ironically, called Lucien. He was the one who was cast out of the Holy Lands to serve as a tormentor. The patients he invaded were the schizophrenic and psychopathic; the ones who would harm people unknowingly. Finding a live rat, Lucien let out a gleeful sound and pounced, taking his time with his new prize. {[First post, yay!]}
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 10:05 pm
 34: Yet again I looked upon the river of fire, and I saw there an old man who was being dragged along, immersed up to the knees. And Temeluchus came with a great fork of fire with which he pierced the entrails of that old man.Tarek Temeluchus
Tarek, who had been napping in the shadows of the basement, awoke when he thought he heard something. Movement, maybe. As he yawned he shifted to the top of the stairs and exited the basement, in his human form at first, before shifting back into the shadows, and deciding to wander the halls a bit. There were so many spirits stuck here, but he tried to pay no atttention to them, as if they were people in cages, which they almost were. The residual hauntings, he thought were the best. He could sit down and watch them, like a movie. Either way, today he just wanted to walk, get so excersize, stretch his old bones a bit.
Though the smell of smoke followed him, Tarek was practically undetectable by sight and sound. Smell though, was a different story. As he shifted through the many shadows inside the old asylum, he heard a voice echo down the hall. It was Lucien, and he was calling for him. Tarek smiled as he moved swiftly from shadow to shadow, before making his way to the recreation room. That Lucien was always quite charming, but he was a little creepy, even for Tarek at times.
As Tarek shifted into the room, he remained in the shadows, in a corner of the room, watching Lucien, waiting for him to notice him, meaning, for him to smell the cigarette smoke, that's scent loomed around Tarek all the time. He watched Lucien as he played with a mouse, and play meant torturing it, getting sadistic pleasure from it too. Though Tarek would be a hypocrite if he said that it was wrong to take pleasure from other's pain, Tarek only took joy if the pain he caused was in the sake of justice, or revenge. Even in the Bible it spoke of this. He tormented the soul of a gluttonous and lustful priest, and even women who commited abortions.18: [...] Let that soul be delivered into the hands of Temeluchus, and he must be taken down into hell. Let him take him into the lower prison and let him be cast into torments and be left there until the great day of judgment.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 10:18 pm
Bored with his fury plaything, Lucien swallowed the rat whole. Giggling, slightly sadistically, he caught a scent "Tarek! There you are!" And turning around, a charming, if not slightly creepy smile was on his face, his amethyst eyes bright. His arms were out by his sides, and his stance was not unlike a father greeting his children. Walking over to Tarek, the grin was almost plastered to Lucien's face. "Do you smell what i smell? Fresh meat? Untainted blood? I think we have some company!" And he cackled happily, clapping his hands together in front of him. Some would call him eccentric, others charming. But the demons in the asylum knew it was just lunacy. It was just a face to hide what truly lies inside.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 3:44 pm
34: Yet again I looked upon the river of fire, and I saw there an old man who was being dragged along, immersed up to the knees. And Temeluchus came with a great fork of fire with which he pierced the entrails of that old man.Tarek Temeluchus
Tarek shifted out of the shadows, looking like he had just walked through a door, as he stepped forward. He grimaced when he ate the rat whole. Though Tarek, too, was a demon he personally didn't eat things so dirty as rats. Tarek would eat a rabbit, a deer, a human, just not rats...He just wasn't up to them. He never found them appetizing. Tarek looked Lucien up and down first, before realizing what he asked and snapping back into reality.
Tarek smelt the air, and nodded, "I do smell something delicious... Though, what woke me up was shuffling, or some movement. But now that I think of it, it could've been an animal or another demon or spirit. Guess I was wrong." Tarek shrugged as he smiled at him, "You're not going to eat our guests right away are you? You're going to introduce yourself first, right? Maybe play with your food a bit first, untill you get bored? Like with the rat." Tarek was up for a little torture and such, so if they were all up for it, they could divide the meat fairly.
18: [...] Let that soul be delivered into the hands of Temeluchus, and he must be taken down into hell. Let him take him into the lower prison and let him be cast into torments and be left there until the great day of judgment.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:11 pm
{[Was watching Nightmare Before Christmas, and have decided that Lucien's creepy laugh is like Jack Skellington's.]}
Lucien clapped again, and held his left hand out at Tarek, the other pretending he was holding a microphone. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have our first finalist for 'Guess what Lucien will do to the Guests!'" And he chuckled at his own ridiculousness. Taking a deep breath, and exhaling with a sigh, he smiled. "Sounds did you say? They're probably on the first floor. Let's see... Thats mainly admin, the kitchens, cafeteria..." His finger kept taping the corner of his lips as he thought, his left hand on his hip now. "Yes, of course we shall introduce ourselves! They are guests in our distinguished home! We must make them welcome." Turning around, he threw his arms out, the eerily creepy smile returning to his face. Ok, so the asylum was a bit dank and creepy, but the last lot of kids tidied it up a little; swept the floors, made the beds, cleaned the windows. "Lets go find one of the spirits.. Maybe they can tell us where the noise came from, either themselves, or toys." Luciens' posture was probably quite normal, even by his standards. In fact, he looked almost human again. That was a laugh. Human.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 5:35 pm
34: Yet again I looked upon the river of fire, and I saw there an old man who was being dragged along, immersed up to the knees. And Temeluchus came with a great fork of fire with which he pierced the entrails of that old man.Tarek Temeluchus
Tarek smiled and chuckled a little when Lucien acted as if he were a TV show host or something. When Lucien 'calmed' down a little, Tarek listened to him list off what was located on the first floor. "Once they figure that they're stuck here, they might head to the kitchen or something, I'd assume. You'd think they'd want to see if there was food here or something." But, how should he know, humans were odd ones. So they might not even be concerned about their food.
"Distinguished, yes...I guess that could describe this dump," Tarek muttered as he stepped towards the door as well. "As long as it's an intelligent spirit, not a residual. You could spend hours trying to talk to a residual, and they'd never hear you. Even if they could hear you, their answers would not be helpful," Tarek went on to explain, though he was sure Lucien knew this, he just felt like talking a bit; obviously he tried this before. Of course on accident. He didn't know the spirit wasn't intelligent, he just thought she was ignoring him.
18: [...] Let that soul be delivered into the hands of Temeluchus, and he must be taken down into hell. Let him take him into the lower prison and let him be cast into torments and be left there until the great day of judgment. ((Ah yes, I know his laugh. 3nodding I'm going to have to make a human character myself. ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 9:36 pm
 With a giggle, Lilith took another sip from the bottle of Bacardi Gold she brought with her. The whole way up to the asylum she'd been drinking from it, and now, she was well and truly tipsy. Lying across the counter on her back in what was the administration area, she laughed at nothing. Her dark purple bra strap was hanging off her shoulder, and her black tank top made sure everything else was held in place. Her dark blue skinny jeans were already dirty from when she fell off the desk the first time. Her black and red ballet flats were thankfully still on her feet. Oh yes, Lilith had heard this place was possessed, she didn't care. She was getting drunk. Pushing her black hair off her face, she let her arm dangle off the counter. Then 'thud!' Off she fell again. The bottle rolled out of her hands, thankfully not open, while she laid on the floor, laughing hard.
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 10:13 pm
 Jesse was going through the different room and cells looking for anything good he might want. He had found some old clothes, which he slipped on to replace his grimy old ones, and managed to lose everyone else in the process. 'Oh well. I'll find 'em eventually.' he thought to himself. The clothes were dusty, but that would come out sooner or later. They included a white colared shirt, a tie and vest that Jesse couldn't decide if they black or deep brown, and a pair of slacks that were the same color. He was still wearing the ruddy old Converse that he had stolen a while ago because he hadn't gotten a new pair yet and his outfit was completed with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. Jesse paused in his search as he heard a thunk from down the hall. Jesse walked down the hall to check it out and he found Lilith there on the floor, laughing her head off, and a bottle of booze not far from her side. "Did someone go 'boom'?" he teased her, picking up the bottle of expensive spirit and extending a hand to help Lilith up.
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