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TheCheesecakeBandit Captain
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 Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 1:48 am
The first floor to St Sabbas Hospital. They consist of a few rooms, a number of offices and a large number of operation rooms were the doctors of St Sabbas Hospital work on the patients to find a way to 'cure' them from their mental disease. There are a few storage rooms also.
The very back door leads to the North Garden, to get to the East and West gardens you have to go through here. It is not possible to get to them via the South Garden, at the front of the hospital.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 4:55 pm
   Rose stood by Leon as she was replaying the events that just occurred. That woman, that old hag turned into something that shouldn't exist. It attacked them and together, they were able to close the door on it. Then she could be sure she heard laughing but she didn't see anything. What was that thing? A monster of some sort? It looked like something right out of a horror game. Rose sighed. She wasn't sure on what to think at the moment. In fact she wasn't sure if she should be afraid or calm. Her heart rate had increased dramatically, her breathing was a little laboured and she was a nervous and her hands were shaking very lightly. It was unusual for her to have such symptoms but then again who wouldn't be? What kind of thing was that? Was it even normal? So many questions and now she wasn't sure on what to do at the moment. The door was locked now and there was no way back in if that thing was in there. She looked around and noticed that they left the card key in the other room. That wasn't very smart of them. Then again in the situation it wasn't like they had the time to stand and think about what they are doing. After all something obviously transformed or mutated in front of them. Seeing that would freak anyone out. Rose placed her hand on her hip as she was taking deep calm breaths as she was trying to relax and think about things. 'That thing...it wasn't exactly something you see everyday.' Rose stated, it was an obvious thing but she was trying to take this quite calmly but she was a little frighten. If asked she would be honest, it was something that made her heart pound agaisnt her chest. Especially those screams and the pounding it did agaisnt the door, calling the word "wait" over and over. she then started to brush herself down, and fix her outfit. As she was pulling and tugging at her clothes to the point she was suitable once again she started to look up and down the corridor that they were now in. She really wished he didn't ask her what they were going to do. She had no idea really. 'Well...um...let's see...' She stared as she walked a couple of steps in one direction and then turned and walked a few steps the other direction. Her eyes following the corridors down before turning on her heels and her gaze fell on Leon. 'Well, let's see, we have two directions. We can go right and there is a turn not too far from us or left. However i wouldn't know where to begin. Maybe try and find the head of this place and ask him what the hell is going on.' Rose suggested as an idea but she really didn't know. It wasn't like she was placed in such a situation. Thinking as calmly as she would of liked too wasn't working as well as usual.
Rose then placed herself agaisnt a wall as she was trying to think. Crossing her arms and legs, she stood there, waiting for Leon to decide now. If he wanted or if he had anything better planned. Though this was a asylum, but from what they saw, made it seem like there was some sort of crazy horror game or experimentations from games. However that wasn't possible was it? Her mind was focusing on what the possibilities were to explain such a thing before she rose her head to Leon again. 'What if there are more of those things? We will need to be able to protect ourselves.' Rose said to him as another suggestion but it was more of like something they should do just in case. After all you didn't know what to expect now, especially after seeing that. Then again, the more Rose thought about it, she realised it was still very quiet. She didn't see anyone but she did hear laughter. Her head looked down one side of the corridor and then back down the other side. There seemed to be no one about. No nurses, no doctors, no patients. She was debating on if this was actually a really good idea. Perhaps they should leave or find a way out but from curiosity she wanted to know what was going on and what the hell that thing was. Well whatever that thing was, it was silent for now but would it escape? Could the old hag turn back to human? Was there more of them? If so were they all the same or different? How did it happen? Why did it happen? And so many other questions that the thinking was hurting her brain. Her hand rose and rubbed her forehead firmly and then she pushed herself from the wall. She stretched a little as she was ready to leave and do what Leon was ready for.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 4:53 pm
 ///Me, I'm a Creator XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXMe, I'm a takerThrill is to make it up XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXKnow what the stakes are//////The rules I break got me a place XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCan't roll it back, it's understoodUp on the radar XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXGot to play our cards///ɖѳс†ѳɾ Һɑƴəѕ
"You're just a puppet on my string" ”Pour me a glass, Keggs.”
Oh, it was a wonderful irony, the afternoon drink in the asylum. If the screaming monsters and murders that happened every night round these parts wasn’t evidence enough, the fact that a doctor could force one of the patients into becoming her personal bartender for the middling hours of the day was a illustrated example of how far into decadence this place had sunk. That is, assuming there was a time when this place had been anything other than what it was now. Dianne herself could only remember there being a time before this place, here, every so often. Strange, that.
Like the obedient little puppy he was, Ollie poured a glass of red for his benefactor, as if he were a waiter or a butler rather than a mental patient. Making the biggest meal of testing the drink possible, Dianne enjoyed the effect it was having on her subject’s emotional state. The more she inspected what was in her cup, the more nervous he became. A sly smile grew across her face.
“Why, Keggs, you look as if you were about to soil yourself. Relax, calm down- why not pour yourself a drink?” Sipping the drink and smiling, Dianne picked the bottle off Ollie and dangled it in front of his face, swirling the blood red liquid in front of him.
“Are... Are you sure, m’lady?” He stuttered nervously- knowing too well from experience that Dianne liked to ‘test’ him every so often. “I mean, you wouldn’t want me to-It’s your drink after all, I’m just a patient... I’m fin-”
“-Oh, relax.” Groaned Dianne, leaning back in her chair as if Ollie’s torrent of speech was pushing up against her. Placing her glass down next to her, she picked up an empty one and poured Ollie his share. “I’m allowed to be kind to you every so often, hmm? After all, you are such a loyal friend to me. Why, it would be positively rude to refuse this gesture of kindness, now that I think about it.“ The filled glass was outstretched towards him. “Don’t you agree?”
Damn, but she was bored. The last week had really been a drag; no interesting murders, and her one attempt to amuse herself (an attempt that had been quickly cut short when the party in question she had been amusing herself with had been ripped to shreds by a particularly moody doctor) had failed. Damn it, why was everything so goddamn boring at the moment? She wasn’t asking for much; maybe just a man she could drive quietly and slowly insane, maybe a group of people she could manipulate into murdering each other through the power of suggestion, anything. Right now it was getting to the point where she was having to rely solely on Keggs for entertainment, and that truly spoke of desperation.
 Ҏαҭιεɳȶ Ҝҽԍԍʂ
”People who hold honour over survival are probably already warming their graves.”
Desperate. Yeah, that was definately a good choice of word for Ollie's mental state right now. As usual, Dianne had got him cornered, with no way out that wasn’t covered in potentially poisoned spikes. He couldn’t refuse her, she’d punish him somehow. Yet at the same time...
Pulling up a chair, Ollie shakily received the drink he was offered.
“You’re right like always, M’lady. I didn’t mean to offend you, I promise I didn’t, honest...”
‘M’lady’ was her latest favourite title. She liked to change them sporadically, sometime to foreign terms that had to be pronounce precisely correct, sometimes into sprawling, paragraph-long titles that Ollie had to recite every time he had to address her, knowing that any wrong words could lose him a finger, or worse...
He shivered involuntarily, nearly dropping the glass. Suddenly, he had that skin-crawling feeling you get sometimes when you feel as if your body was a pool and someone had just dropped a pebble into it. Gripping the glass as if it was a wallet full of cash, Ollie lifted it to his lips only to see Dianne watching him, a huge smirk on her face.
She was smiling. At him. Why was she smiling?
Maybe she was amused by how nervous he was? No, that couldn’t be it. There was a glint of something in her eyes, something that suggested deceit, mischief, death...
Maybe she had put something in the drink.
He hadn’t seen her hand move, no, of course he hadn’t. She could be quick, Dianne could. What might it be? Poison? A Hallucinogen? Ollie was uncomfortably aware of how frustrated his mistress was at the moment; after all, she hadn’t dissected someone either mentally or physically in days. And, naturally, her only object to release all this frustration on was... him.
“I understand you can ‘drink’ something in with your eyes, but I never imagined you would try and take it so literally, Keggs.” Dianne mentioned, clearly enjoying herself. “Aren’t you... Aren't you feeling thirsty?”
Ollie gulped. Damn it. One day. Maybe one day he’d get used to this. And then she’d kill him, because he wouldn’t be entertaining anymore.
He had to drink it. Dammit, she wouldn’t try to kill him, would she? He had been good, helpful, loyal. Maybe she was just testing his intelligence, to see if he was fool enough to drink. Maybe she was testing his trust, to see if he’d believe her. Maybe she was just a sick, twisted woman who got off on this kind of thing.
Ollie gulped the drink down, semi-choking on the contents on the way and spilling wine across his trousers. Dianne laughed, making Ollie blush furiously.
“Th-Thank you m’lady...” He stuttered, shaking. Nothing had happened to him yet. He waited.
There was a long, slightly awkward silence, wherein Ollie tried to asses himself as best he could for some kind of adverse effect. Pulse? Yup, his heart was hitting his ribcage hard enough to break it. Vision? No blurring, all was normal. Balance? Yeah, that was fine too.
Maybe she had been nice, for once.
“Is something wrong, Keggs?” Enquired Dianne, draining her glass and inspecting her fingernails.
“N-No, of course not. I’m just overcome by how generous and kind you are to someone all disgusting and shameful like me-Thank you, m’la-”
“Shush.” She said, sighing and crushing the glass she was holding beneath her hands. Splinters of clear material fell to the floor, making a soft tinkling sound as they went.
“I tire of such terms- I am no medieval woman. From now on, address me as ‘Majesty’. And tidy this mess up, will you?”
“Yes, M’la-Majesty. Right away.” He said, and started work on clearing the mess on the floor with his bare hands. Whatever cuts the glass’d give him was nothing compared to what she could do.
I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my {mind}
There was something so pleasant about that phase.
Even your {emotions} had an echo
In so much space
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 3:30 pm
  [ Ѡhen Ʌll Эlse ϝails, Ⱥnd Ŧhe Đarkness Ƒeels Ŀike ƪt ƪs Әngulfing Ɏou... ]Leon was panting, he was panting heavily, stepping away from the door and pressing himself up against the wall on the other side, one of his hands covering his face, hanging down to the ground. It was not normal. These sort of things do not exist...but then what was it that they saw? A illusion? A projection from within the room to try and freak us out? No...it can't be, it looked too real...so horrible and grotesque. The voice dragged on and on in his head. His hands slightly shaking with fear and worry. His mind drifted off to his lover, Nick. He lifted his other arm that held Nick the Tiger in his hands up to his chest and clutched him closer. A door was right next to him, to his left. Leon let go of his face and took in a deep breath before talking to Rose.
"No...you don't. It looked like something...from a horror game. Do you agree?" He laughed a sheepish laugh and let out a deep breath again. She was right with what they should do, but were to start. He did not want to do left, that was the direction were he saw the strange girl giggling. He shivered at the image. He nodded in agreement with what they should do, look for the head. That made more sense. He let out a deep breath again, before taking in another one. He pondered a little on where the guy could be. Just that he was not too sure. He stretched his arms a little and yawned slightly. Which was weird. He pulled out his phone and looked at the time. His eyes went wide. It was three o'clock already!
He looked away from his phone as Rose spoke again. "Yeah, you are right Rose. I think we should look in the room next to me if it is open that is...From the looks of it, there is no key card entrance and what not, so it may be open." He pondered a little then looked over at Rose. "Hey Rose...did you know it was three o'clock already? I mean, it does not seem like long ago when we last checked the time right?" He shivered again, as if someone just walked over his grave spot. And in a place like this, with some weird creature in the only exit, that wont be to hard to believe that the grave was close. He pushed off the wall and looked at the door. "If it is locked, we will go right and start making our way down that path. It is is not locked, we will look in here for anything we could find." He smiled sheepish and placed a hand on the knob, ready to turn it.
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TheCheesecakeBandit Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 12:53 pm
It wasn't really a long walk but she stopped before just walking randomly across the opening and rested near the wall and peered out, her hand had rose behind her to signal for Leon to stop walking. They were basically breaking some rules. She looked down and noticed no one and so she moved from the wall. 'The corridors seem really quiet. There is no one down there from what i can see. Is this place really an asylum?' Rose moaned lightly. It wasn't something she normally did and she didn't want to be portrayed or seen as a moaner but this was stupid. Did they actually have any idea on what they are doing besides searching rooms and see what is going on. Okay so they had an idea but it was a little silly to walk in practically blind folded. Naturally this issue hits her afterwards. Either way they best work with the situation that they now are in it. So best try and think of something fast. 'There is a large number of doors down here, do you want to check them all or just read the names or titles on the door? I think it may just be a little careless to open each and every door, especially if we run into trouble.' Rose muttered lightly as she slowly started walked on straight down the right corridor. 'Let's be careful, never know what will jump out at ya.' She then grinned as her head turned backwards to him. She was smiling brightly before heading onwards to the row of doors to the side of her. 'If we go by horror movie standards then it should be a little quiet after the first attack until we get close to finding something or when darkness falls. Wonder if those kind of things relate to real life?' She wondered out loud but her voice was not shouting. It was loud enough for him to hear but quiet enough to try and avoid any possibility of it being echoed or heard in a near by room. Rose was quite nervous herself because it was a strange, unknown place thereby she couldn't help but be nervous and a little on edge. She was ready to act on the most sudden unknown movement or sound.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 3:29 pm
Naur   "Don't say I'm insane..."She sat in the middle of the room; the exact center. She crouched, rocking back and forth on her feet underneath her body. Her head was on her arms which were wrapped around her legs. She was giggling. She was sitting in a completely empty room apart from a bed, in a 'hospital' for the insane (or so they said...) and she was laughing. It was maddening. She lifted her head as voices floated in through the unlocked door (they figured that she wasn't going to go anywhere). She caught a few words; "Horror" , "Standards", "Quiet", "Attack", "Find" and "Darkness". Her eyes blazed with intellegence, but they aslo held terrible madness. Her eyes were empty of any sanity; she had completely and irreversably lost her mind in this place that they somehow call a hospital.
Naur rested her head on her arms again. She was sick and tired of Doctors coming to her every day to run tests on her, feed her mesely rasions of food that always left her more hungry than she was before she ate. At least it wasn't like this at night. She was allowed out of her room at night; but it wasn't always her. They let her out at around 5pm each day, and she was allowed to roam as herself for about an hour until nightfall. Then, her Other Self came out. The 'Thing' inside her was released at night. It was the personification of all her negative emotions; plus she felt them every day. The more she felt awful during the day, the worse her 'Thing' form was at night. Sometimes, it would nearly kill someone, others, it wouldstay back in the shadows, merely scaring others as they passed. Naur sighed. She had been feeling vaguely happy today; there wasn't anything that had upset her... yet. "...Or you may not make it through the night."
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TheCheesecakeBandit Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 3:49 am
[ Ѡhen Ʌll Эlse ϝails, Ⱥnd Ŧhe Đarkness Ƒeels Ŀike ƪt ƪs Әngulfing Ɏou... ]Leon gave a few more tugs on the door and sighs, letting his hand drop from the handle. It was locked, not much he could to about that...for now. He rotated his head around in a circular motion, letting it crack a little. His neck was getting rather stiff. He nodded at Rose's suggestion. "Yeah, I think we should go down here, looking at the name of the doors. If it is an office, lets see if we can find a way in...if there are no voices inside that is." He laughed sheepishly and started to move slowly, making sure his footsteps were quiet as he moved. He thought on this for a moment. Quietness. With what happened in the waiting room, it is likely it could happen again, maybe not as bad, maybe worse. Who knew. But one thing was for sure, he was going to make sure that himself and Rose was not going to die, would be a waste of time! Besides, he still had his boyfriend and his friends waiting for him, and his school work to complete. Rose would be the same thing...but he was not too sure if she had a boyfriend...maybe? He never gave it a thought, besides, he had never really spoken to her till today. Maybe they were meant to meet, and become friends? "Huh...weird making friends in this situation." he thought to himself as he moved up to the doors. This was the one thing he was not looking forward to. What if something burst out of the room and charged at them? With the intention to kill? What if that thing in the other room got out? Even though it is unlikely seeing he saw a glint of a metal chain on its ankle. He sighed softly to himself. He needs to try and get that image out of his mind.
"Rose...saying things like that makes me feel that I am in one of them games...if anything if I was that game would be Obscure...would make more sense..." He laughed softly. Thinking about video games at a time like this? Even more so one that made him s**t himself because he was playing it late at night with his friends with the volume turned up to max, being surround sound making them jump and scream at every little thing which was hard to do, but the game managed? Yeah, that'll be right. "So...the more quiet it is...the more sooner something will come...or night time huh? Well...from the looks of things night time may be the time of the second attack from one of them...'things', but it could be likely that a doctor could attack us soon...or later...or maybe that thing will come after us and try to make us sit in the room...again." He blinked a little and let out a sigh. "My mind is jumping all over the joint again. Such a bad thing to do." He laughed and looked around a little. They were now at the end of the corridor. He placed his hand on the door to his right. On it was written 'East Wing Warden Office'. The door in front of him, on the far back wall read 'To basement: No unofficial personal' and there was a thing for a security key card next to it. He looked back over at the office door and placed a hand on the handle. "Lets hope that this is open and that no one is inside."
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 6:21 pm
Obscure huh? That was a game of her loving and he had a point. She could relate this in a very vague way to the game. Honestly she didn't think he liked that game, after all it was not very well known. A small company produced it and just finding it on the shelves was difficult. Besides she didn't mean to make him feel that way. She just grinned largely at him with his statement of feeling like he was in a game like Obscure. The thought was very pleasing to her. Obscure was a wonderful game and so perhaps thinking this was a game may help them both feel a little comfortable. 'Well we could pretend this was a game and it might make things seem a little more fun. Also it might help with are nerves and uncomfortableness. So it's decided. We are in a game.' She threw her fist in the air with excitement. If she didn't act like a idiot then she would never get over the fears she felt deep inside. After all, being frighten only made her feel worse and unable think straight. Plus the thought was exciting and she loved it. She stared at Leon as he walked on and she eventually fell behind him, walking a step behind him. Keeping his back clear. If something attacked from the front then she could charge him or her, if from behind, she could round kick it or something. Rose would decide when the time came. Either way, she had to watch out for Leon. She didn't know what he knew as a form of self-defense but since they had no weapons on one another she wanted to protect him. After all, it had been such a long time she has been able to talk to someone like him so comfortably. True she had friends but they were more classmates and thereby she didn't see them much. At the moment, she could see Leon as a friend and the thought made her happy.
Finally Leon stopped at a door and Rose joined him at his side as she looked around for any signs of movement. For any noise. She couldn't hear anything. That was not a pleasant thing. She wanted a scream or something to fill the halls so she knew they were not actually alone in this godforsaken place. 'Hmm.. "things" huh? Is that what we are calling them? Fair enough. It simple to say and remember. Though lets hope that night is not the time for the next attack. Those "things" were quite...disturbing.' Rose said, her mind replaying the incident in the waiting room. That will haunt for some time now. Her eyes followed his hand as he grasped the door handle. Her eyes re-read what the sign spoke of. 'Let's just hope nothing is in here.' Rose spoke softly as he turned the handle and pushed the door ever so light. It opened. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at Leon and stepped forward. There didn't seem to be any movement from inside but she couldn't take the risk. She waited for his hand to loosen and fall from the handle before she slipped closer to the door and she rested her hand on it for a moment or two. A deep silent breath and she pushed it open slowly herself, her head moved around the opening door and then she saw nothing. No one was inside. Well that was a little disappointing. Maybe the person has gone from a walk or something. Rose pushed the open fully open and stepped inside, her eyes scanned the room before stepping completely in. So it was safe, for now. 'Aww nobody's home.' She stated with a jokeful voice.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 12:26 pm
///Me, I'm a Creator XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXMe, I'm a takerThrill is to make it up XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXKnow what the stakes are//////The rules I break got me a place XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCan't roll it back, it's understoodUp on the radar XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXGot to play our cards///ɖѳс†ѳɾ Һɑƴəѕ
"You're just a puppet on my string" ”Hurry up with that, Keggs. No blood getting on the carpet, mind.”
Hayes had been weighing up whether or not she was bored enough to simply grab Kegg’s face and rub it in the pile of broken glass she had made for him when she started hearing voices. That is, voices from outside the room, not simply those always echoing around her head. Almost immediately, Dianna slammed her hand over Ollie’s mouth, cupping her fingers so as to mask the slapping sound that such a hit would surely have produced. Slowly placing a finger on her lips for Kegg’s benefit (in case the whole ‘hand over mouth’ thing hadn’t been enough to get him to shut up already), Dianne leaned over in her chair closer to the door, trying to hear whatever she could through the walls of the asylum.
“If it is locked, we will go right and start making our way down that path. It is is not locked, we will look in here for anything we could find.
Keggs, being the irrational idiot he was, immediately tried to scamper off and find a hiding place, but the vicelike grip Dianne now had on him prevented even the slightest movement. Such a fool. She had locked this room herself; after all, nothing ruined an mid-afternoon drink than having some mad, raving lunatic burst in halfway through demanding ‘repentance’ or something. Unless the door had mysteriously unlocked itself, there was no way the two of them were getting found out just yet.
Not that she was scared of the person- no, wait, people- at the door. Oh, no. What she was trying to avoid wasn’t the pathetic, weak little mortals, but merely the act of being discovered. How was supposed to have any fun otherwise, right?
The doorknob turned, and sure enough no door-opening occurred whatsoever. Letting go of Keggs, Dianne found only mild amusement in how he gasped for breath (well, if she hadn’t been smothering him with her hand then he might’ve made a noise), instead focusing all of her mind in this new game she had been provided with.
From the sounds of it, there were... Yeah, two- or maybe thre- No, definitely two. A girl and a boy- excellent, having opposing genders always opened up new possibilities. Both of them sounded fairly young; they were talking about horror movies and video games, to start off with, so they probably weren’t too far away from their twenties.
Yes. Here we go; some proper entertainment. She was going to have a lot of fun with these two; and Keggs would help her with that. She was going to mess with their minds, their hearts, their very selves, and then she was going to kill them both.
Ooh, just the thought of dismembering both of them, in mind and soul, sent shivers down her spine. From the moment the two of them had stepped into this asylum, they were doomed- practically dead already. Whatever she did to them before that was merely icing on the cake.
Ҏαҭιεɳȶ Ҝҽԍԍʂ
”People who hold honour over survival are probably already warming their graves.”
He probably had a hand mark on his face now, from that face-clamping Dianne had just put him through. Gasping and wheezing, Ollie started to cough into his hand only to notice that he’d lodged a few pieces of glass in it, and swore under his breath.
Luckily for him, Dianne was much too distracted to chide him for such a thing, and so Ollie discreetly picked the little glass shards out of his hands, wiping the blood that came from the little lacerations on his trousers. They were pretty mucky anyway, so a little blood didn’t hurt much.
He looked over to where Dianne was sitting again, only to see that she wasn’t there.
Every cell in his body froze. Where had she gone? Panicking, he looked around him, fighting back the feeling of dread that just told him she was right behind him, knife in hand, planning out which incision to make first...
...She wasn’t, of course. She was kneeling next to the door, peering through a tiny hole in the wall. Even from where he was sitting, Ollie could sense her excitement. It frightened him, when she got like this. She frightened him most of the time, but to see her like this meant he knew she had plans for him.
“Where are you going, my pretties? Not so far away that I can’t snare you, I hope, I hope.”
Stop talking to yourself, woman. It’s f’ing creepy.
Dianne chose precisely that moment to turn around, freezing Ollie in his thoughts. Could she read minds now?! Had she heard him?
“Ohoho, Keggs, we’re going to have fun with these two, aren’t we?”
Pause. He paused. That was a bad idea.
“Y-Yes, Majesty. We will, of course, we always do-”
Even a moment’s hesitation was enough for her to pounce on him. At the same time, though, interrupting her even accidently was a maimable offence-
“-Shut up, Keggs. I’m thinking.” Snapped Dianne, an evil leer spreading across her face. From the sounds of the footsteps coming from the pair, they were walking away. Good for them.
Things stayed silent for some time, the sound of the footsteps fading out of Ollie’s hearing; but he knew Dianne was susceptible to just about everything within this asylum and chances are if something was happening, she was hearing it.
“They’re going... The office, I reckon” She muttered. Ollie didn’t question how she knew that, he just nodded. “And when they do get there, they’ll find you, won’t they Keggs?”
“B-But Majesty, I’m here at the momen-”
An exasperated sigh from Dianne’s end shut him up quickly.
“Not if you move, fool!”
He felt the vice-like grip on him again; this time around his wrist. Before Ollie could even wonder at how fast she had moved, he was being dragged by Dianne through the now unlocked door and down the corridor, before being pulled silently into the room just before a turning. Once they were inside, Dianne locked the door silently and pressed her ear against the wall, listening out for something.
Ollie shuddered. At least he was safe, for now. With Dianne distracted like this she wouldn’t take out any more of her frustrations on him, right?
I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my {mind}
There was something so pleasant about that phase.
Even your {emotions} had an echo
In so much space
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 12:26 pm
  He sat in his room teetering a smile on his face his hair covering most of his face. his chuckling softly a dark smile on his face his tongue sliding out every now and then and being left out for a few seconds before slowly snaking its way back into his mouth. He lifted his head his blue hair giving off a slight shimmer and his yellow gold eyes glinting in what light came into, what he called his cell. His straight jacket was tighten to make sure he couldn't escape like the previous times before. Dallen was a simple little bundle of craziness, his eyes giving off a hunger for sadistic pleasures and his teetering was just a simple self soothing habit he created for himself in just such occasions. He finally moved, maneuvering his legs so that he on both knees before pushing himself up on to his feet he looked out of the window he had in his door seeing what activities were unfolding. he moved back into his cell to the very back wall where he had something hidden. a small hook which he used to unstrap himself from his restraints the sleeves now dangling over his hand as he stood there. He smiled, "No matter how much you try you can't bind me through such means, his voice whispered in a maniacal tone. He sat there now playing with the sleeves like he was two years old, however, he was biting the fabric and and ripping it as well a sadistic smile on his face when he stopped eventually.
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TheCheesecakeBandit Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 4:37 am
[ Ѡhen Ʌll Эlse ϝails, Ⱥnd Ŧhe Đarkness Ƒeels Ŀike ƪt ƪs Әngulfing Ɏou... ]Leon laughed softly with Rose, still unsure if they were alone. The room was dark, and from the looks of it, the light-switch was turned on and the light-bulb had blown out. There were no windows in the room, but two large ventilation shafts on both sides of the wall opposite each other, and a large one on the ceiling. That much he could see. "Lets just see if we can find something in this office." He quickly walked over to the desk, a computer sat comfortably on it, and a photo. Leon picked up the photo and took a close look at it. It seemed to be a photo of the woman at the front desk, just as she looks, but it was black and white. He turned it around to look at the back, it read "Ra, Patient No. #0050. 25/12/1902", however it was handwritten and looked like it was indeed written a long time ago. He blinked quickly, rubbing his eye with his free hand. "Rose...look at this, it is the woman from the waiting room, but look at the back. It just does not seem right." He handed the photo over to her to look at as he continued around the room. There was a little circle thing with pens in it. Leon took out a four of them and put two in his pocket and passed the other two over to Rose also. "It is better then nothing right now. If someone is too close and we are getting threatened, stab them with the pen. May not do much, but it is something."
Leon stretched a little, and walked over to a filing cabinet. He tug at it to open it, it did not budge. He looked closely at it, inspecting it in the dim light. It needed a key. Pouting slightly, he went back over to the desk and opened up the only draw on it. Quickly looking through it, there was no key. He sighed and looked up at Rose. "There may be nothing else in this room. Unless you can see something. I can hardly see here, I normally can see well in the dark, but for some reason I just cant." Leon knew why he couldn't. Normally he looked through a room with his third eye, but it took quite a bit of depending on how confident he is, and takes a fare bit of energy. He sighed and turned around to look at another cabinet, then noticed something. An outline of something. No...not something, someone. He backed up against the desk. "Rose... He whispered over to her. "I think someone else is in here!
Leon was at his wits, after all he was in an asylum, that seems to be empty, and was just attacked by some...'thing'! And then something flashed quickly across his eyes, but it was too fuzzy to make sense of. He shrugged the thought out and edged slowly around the desk going closer to Rose, standing by her side. He did not feel comfortable any more, then again, he never was. The person moved slightly, it was time to face another person of the asylum.[ ǰust Ƞever ₲ive Ʉp, Ⱥnd Ƙeep Ɏour ƒriends Ƈlose...Ⱥnd Ɏour Ϣeapon Ɔloser. ]
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 12:10 am
Dr. Mikhael Volkov “He who moves not forward, goes backward.” Dr. Mikhael Volkov’s experiment was making progress; his eyes, two clear, sea-grey orbs hidden behind a pair of thin black glasses, fixated on the darkened pane of glass in front of him. From behind a one-way window, he watched his newest subject closely. Subject Eighteen: a lithe male, twenty-two years of age, five feet and nine inches, blood type A-Positive.
The subject bore a shaved head, bedecked with white suction cups that kept sensors tightly affixed to his skull, a number more on his arms and hands. He sat in a hefty metal chair, a piece of equipment Mikhael had designed himself for these experiments. Multiple surgical tubes fed into an IV system, puncturing the subject’s veins in vital pulse locations. The subject had been belligerent upon his visitation to the research chamber, just as he had been on the ten previous sessions. This meant, unfortunately, that the hand and leg restraints were necessary to assure the research continued uninterrupted.
On a slim screen in front of the subject, protected by a panel of high-grade plexiglas, a brief film played in a continuous loop. It depicted multiple short clips of violent footage, animals being culled from livestock herds, decapitations of prisoners, and any number of terrible sights. The subject remained entirely still, watching the footage with a vacant expression. Mikhael glanced down at the trio of screens on the control panel before him; each one showed a scan of the subject’s brain activity using different sensors. An average human’s brain would have been alight with neuron signals in the frontal lobe at seeing the horrific video once, let alone multiple times. Subject Eighteen hadn’t shown a speck of activity in ten session.
Mikhael pushed back a few strands of polished black hair that hung in front of his eyes with the back of his pen. A faint sigh sounded in his voice as he marked down the findings he knew were inevitable from the first session with this patient: Psychopathy.
With a linen-gloved hand he pressed a single key on the panel, and suddenly a dull whirring noise issued in the next room. Through the IVs, a solution of yellowish fluid flooded the latex tubing system, and subsequently into the subject’s veins. When the dosage had finished, Mikhael brought his eyes back to the screen. Suddenly, the panels were aglow with red, yellow, blue and green puddles of neural responses. They started out small, but began to grow over time, picking up speed until the entire frontal lobe was alive. Mikhael’s eyes sparked with excitement, wildly darting between screens and the subject himself. A glimmer of hope for the medication existed yet.
But the puddles continued to grow. They expanded quickly, overlapping into the corpus callosum. They bled back further still, touching the limbic systems, thyroids, and finally spread to the medulla oblongata. Mikhael looked up in surprise, watching as Subject Eighteen shook violently in his chair, convulsing and thrashing against the restraints on his limbs. Warning signals began to beep softly in the control room as his blood pressure jumped to incredible levels. Then at last, he threw his head back and let out a gurgling shriek, suddenly going still as the heartbeat monitor flatlined.
Mikhael pulled his glasses from his eyes, pressing his fingertips to the bridge of his nose. The eighteenth subject to die from complications with the medication. He pressed another button on the panel, clearing his throat before speaking into the small microphone at the top right corner.
“Nurse,” he said, speaking with only a faint accent. “Please send in de’ next subject. And bring body bag.” 
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 9:29 pm
Dallen held himself against the wall as he stared up at the ceiling an almost feral grin marking his face. He was so bored yet entertained at the same time. Standing up he press his ear to the wall and listened as he slid slowly against the wall, tapping his fingers as well. "So much activity in one day, my, is there going to be a party starting soon," he said in his usual psychotic voice. He was always a bit off it seemed, then again he was a patient there to begin with anyway so he was entitled to be a bit off, it was when he started acting normal that most would see a problem. He could hear Shuffling in the next room and he began to knock "Hello, strange the doctor who is normally in there doesn't go into his office this late in the day," he commented. He was use to hearing typing and such from somewhere, but he was never really sure where it came from.
He waited for a response before he looked towards his door and went to it peering out once more. he began to hum joyfully as he watched some nurses pass by.
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 6:49 am
She looked down at what he was giving her before taking them lightly in her hands. Twirling the pens lightly, she heard them gently click agaisnt one another. Rose looked down at the pens and Leon had a point. They would be great for stabbing someone in the eye or something. She soon found herself quite en-wrapped and interested in the pens that were in her hands. After all there was very little in the room and she couldn't see that much. They really needed to find some sort of flashlight or something. Just so they could see much better in a darker room. She was curious on if there would be one, somewhere in this place. Due to Leon was looking around, she became instantly lazy. She continued to stand there, thinking mainly. Time was flying by so she wondered what time was it now. Why was it so eerily silent in this place. There was something about this place that made her shiver with fear and made her stomach turn from being on edge. Slipping one of the pens into the bag and keeping a hold of the other one, she continued to turn and twirl it in her hands. Hearing Leon's words she turned her head in the direction he spoke from. 'I can't see anything else. Let's go.' She stated lightly as she rose her head and prepared herself to leave but stopped. Was there another "shape" all of a sudden in this room?
Rose stared over hearing Leon whisper lightly that there was someone else in the room. She stepped slightly towards Leon and gripped the pen in her hand tightly as she stared over at the shape. Should they say something? Who was there? Was that a doctor? Were they in a doctor's office? Was it an patient? Or was it one of them? One of those...monsters? Rose felt her whole body tense up as she was becoming afraid but she swallowed her fear and stepped a little forward to the shape. Now she was debating should she say something? Like what could she say in this situation without sounding a idiot? Should she attack? What if the thing wasn't hostile? What if it doesn't know they are here? Well if it didn't know, it would soon right? So many thoughts a second was killing her head. Rose sighed lightly. 'Stay calm Leon.' She whispered lightly back to him as she armed herself with the pen, prepared herself for any possible hostile movement. At the moment she was tongue-tied before she was able to speak again. 'Who are you?' That was a little stupid. Rose was already hating what she spoke. "Who are you?" That was a little stupid. Maybe she should of came across more strong instead of the girl-who-was-obviously-afraid-but-trying-not-to-be. Her voice was a little shaky and it was weak, not as strong as she wanted it to sound. Though the damage was done. She should of really threaten the person. Let them know she was armed but if she did that, then the other person may suddenly arm themselves. Such situations were difficult to know how to react in, especially when your not use to them.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 10:08 am
He went back to the wall tapping his finger on it as he kept hearing more talking from the other side of the wall. Tapping on the wall he began to hum some little nursery rhyme, Dallen was enjoying himself hearing the two on the other side, they sounded so frighten, but maybe it was for good reason. He continued to listen hoping maybe something interesting might happen screams of terror, agony that sort of thing.
He began to wonder around his room once more sitting on his bed he tired easily when nothing was happening, "So boring," he sighed. he laid down looked at his ceiling staring mindlessly at it an unamused look on his face. he went back to his door peering through the little window his energy was diminishing quickly via boredom. He went back to the wall and knocked on it, "Who is over there," he asked maybe he would get an answer maybe not. He sighed as he waited for a sign that some one would answer, but as he did the insanity began to creep up on him and he was starting to lose it. His fingers raking down the wall, his breath became slightly heavier, the lust to do harm was taking him again.
He stepped from the wall his stare becoming blood crazed as he began to bang his head against the wall. there would be a camera in his room to survey him just because of this kind of behavior and it immediately turned on when he had begun to she signs of his insanity emerging. he was laughing lowly at first, but the laughter only got louder and more maniacal. he had gradually started making the strikes against his own skull harder and harder till he made himself bleed, his laughter still echoing out of his room. The blood trickled down his face and reaching his lips. Drawing the droplet into his mouth he tasted his own blood, but it wasn't enough to satisfy him, he needed to inflict pain...on another.
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