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 Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 11:13 am
 A massive sigh erupts from a tall girl's mouth. She wasn't that tall, normal height actually, but she wore boots that made her seem taller than she was supposed to be. Shu couldn't help but wonder if she should take them off or leave them on. Many times while walking down the halls of the asylum, she would get bonked in the head by the damned ceiling. It pissed her off and streams of curses would slip from her lips. But right now that wasn't the case! She was too angry at the last collision to walk right now so the girl just sat in a dark corner and waited for unfortunate people to pass by.
This was her favorite corner. She was drain the most unfortunate people here when she was starving. Right now she's just slightly hungry, dieing for a little blood, and lonely too. She sighs again at thinking about how lonely she is. Wondering how her lover is, and when she'll be able to become a doctor and abduct her. A small maniacal grin wondered her face-- she was never like this before they abducted her... but she snapped
Thoughts of getting the little girl to be with her here and be hr nurse would come by every so often. She was the only one Shu never wanted to kill nor make them her slave. With one last sigh only a name left her mouth... "Zyonia..."
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 11:56 am
[.... just because of that 'little girl' thing, this song is obligatory.]It has been exactly two days since Delysia was admitted to the Asylum and she is fairly sure that, since she has yet to be injured, maimed, or insulted, it may be safe to let her guard down. A small part of her, instilled by her mother's paranoia, insists that it is not the appropriate time to do so-- or, rather that there is never an appropriate time to stop being careful in this 'outside world'... this dark cage she's landed herself in, really. It is her mother's warning that keeps Delysia's steps short, small, and kitten-like. She holds her head high, but she cannot stride or skip or dance through these halls like she once did in her home. She allows herself to think of music, and this time she doesn't choke at the memory of her mother's favorite symphonies, huge and loud and wholly enveloping-- and then Eileen complaining and changing the music to those show tunes she loved to sing along with. Wrapped up in these memories, she feels... almost safe, a little more confident. But they are not loud enough to drown the sound of a feminine whisper, a sad lament for a thing, a name: "Zyonia..." And Delysia whirls around, and thinks for a moment to wonder why she feels more pity than fear. "Who's there...?"
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 1:23 pm
She pulls her shoes off and flings them away. Wow they annoyed her so. Shu flexed her toes and wiggled them, smiling softly at the memories of her beloved partner. But she shook her head now and looked up at hearing a voice. The voice didn't sound like any of the other patients she's seen before, maybe it was some of the newer ones. She smirked at the thought 'No one would miss the newbies, right?'
Her voiced became sweet and her red eyes peered through the darkness, glowing slightly when she speaks. "Who's there...?" She mimicked with a giggle. It was always fun to tease the fresh meat before playing her little game with them. When they get tired it's much easier for her to feast afterwards.
What sort of game should she play today?
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 1:37 pm
What was that...? An echo? But it wasn't quite her own voice, she could tell. That voice she had heard just a moment ago... could it be her? But where was it coming from?
Delysia looks around, taking a few more wary steps, until she notices a pair of glowing red eyes. Her heart skips a beat, and she quickly presses her hands to her lips to stifle a reflexive gasp, and then, after steeling herself, she replies to this mimic,
"Who are you?"
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 1:44 pm
When the girl appears in front of Shu, she notices the pink kitty ears first. Her eye widens from this and she gasps. A... a cat girl!? How.. how -cute-. Her eyes wanders down and notices that the hair is the same color...and she's wearing something fancy. Almsot like Zyonia's outfit... except it's pink... A Pink Zyonia? She was about to call out the little girl's name agian before the one in front of her spoke and she snapped out of her thoughts.
A smirk grew onher face as she mimics the girl once more...
"Who are you~?"
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 1:49 pm
Her ears twitch at hearing a gasp... perhaps she startled this girl as well? She thinks briefly about apologizing, but then she brightens at her reply, thinking it to be an actual query.
And she feels silly for doing it, but she curtsies for the shadows in front of her.
"My name is Delysia Laurent... I am terribly sorry if I frightened you. I'm a new patient here."
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 2:00 pm
The blue haired girl raises a brow and stares. What was with this cat? She... she's so weird. curtsying someone when she can't see them? What, was she put here just because she looks like a pink cat?... She definitely could believe that. These people here didn't really care about the patients. But now Shu felt bad for the girl and decided to just step out.
She wasn't THAT hungry after all. So she stand in front of the skitty and crosses her arms. "I can see that, you definitely aren't as cautious as you should be."
Definitely not, she can remember the other times she had played 'games' with the patients and how scared they were. A small giggle rumble in the back of her throat as she remember them. But Delysia looked as if she wouldn't understand what was happening. So why even bother trying to play one? Oh well. Maybe she can get someone to do her bidding for her.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 2:12 pm
Delysia lets out a gasp of her own when she finally sees the owner of the voice. She was slightly taller than Delysia herself, but barefoot, for some reason...
And so... blue.
"Your hair..." She begins, but at Shu's reminder, she has the grace to blush. She clasps her hands demurely over her waist. "I've been trying to be. But it's exhausting..."
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 2:56 pm
Her toes wiggle against the ground, she felt happy being barefoot on the cool steal under her, She even let out a sigh at the feeling and wondered if she could be like this the hole day... but she knew it's better not to be barefoot. There's always some chance that the doctors would leave something very... harmful to even vampires on these floor.
But now Shu gave her attention to the extremely pink girl with manners in front of her and she raises a brow. "What about my hair? And... annd...," her eyes grow even wider, lips puckering in amusement. She can't help but bite down on them and snort.
That was the most.. the funniest thing she has heard in months. Someone being exhausted of being paranoid? "... How... can you be exhausted here? This is the one place you should always be on your toes for!" She leaned down towards Delysia and wiggled her fingers, sharp nails glinting in the light."Because the doctors might get you and give you extra limbs, my dear. Extra. Limbs."
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 4:12 pm
"E-extra limbs?" Delysia echoes, startled. Surely she was joking, just to make a point? People often did that in stories. Hyperbole, they called it. That must be it!
The doctors were cruel, she had heard, but surely that wasn't within their limits...
Probably. She nibbles her lip.
"... I know it's silly." Delysia replies, her face flushing with embarrassment. So silly the girl thought it was funny, even! She casts her eyes down to avoid her grin (and the odd glint of her long nails and teeth), and stares instead at her wriggling toes. Why is she barefoot? She can't help but wonder yet again. She wriggles her own, carefully encased in her boots, before continuing, "But I have never had a need to be so careful, and it is difficult for me to adjust."
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