Realistic or Modern Asylum

[Teddy Bear]

Zoey walked down the hall way, the asylum was loud and busy, as usual. She heard people shouting and yelling Poppy's name all the way from her room. "I wonder what set her off this time," she wondered to herself and continue down the hall way. "Where is Angel?" She looked around, "she's not hiding from the nurse, is she?" Zoey had been here for years, she had studied the place and know most of the hiding spots. She stopped walking as the guards ran past her. She called out to them, "well good day to you too!" Zoey knock on the door, knowing that someone's inside. "They're gone, you can come out now," she said quietly, but loud enough for people on the other side to hear.


@Maiden of Law

 

[Maiden of Law]

It was dark.


A part of Angel liked it, for the peace that came with it. Another hated the unknown it brought along.


But, no-one bothered her when she was here. That was good. People didn't bother her, and she didn't have to bother them.


In truth, this was quite bold for her. Hiding, that is. She was doing something that she was not told to. That is bad. Doing so will definitely get her beaten. That was the case for her father after all.


Even so, she hid. She disliked the nurse. The way she looked and talked to her as if she was a lesser being almost infuriated her. Was she a lesser being? In Angel's own mind, yes. In fact she was used to this kind of treatment; her father always treated her like a per. A pet that was his daughter. A pet that was human. A pet what would kill bouncers twice her size just by asking her. But just because she was used to it didn't mean she like it.


She heard a knowck. And then a quiet voice. "They're gone, you can come out now,"


Angel slightly opened the door, to see Zoey just beside it.


She wasn't sure what to make of the other girl. She was nice to her, much nicer than anyone she's met in a long time. Could she be considered Angel's "friend"? Wat did 'friend' even mean? Angel could not remember.


A part of her was thrilled at the fact that someone was being kind to her, yet another part of her was afraid of what would happen if Angel treated Zoey the same way. She was not asked to, after all.


"Ah..." she said softly, "Thanks, Zoey, but...you I like it in here..." she whispered.


Oh no. She just argued with her. She just tried to stand up for her self, even just a little. She just said something that she was not asked to. ThisisbadZoeywouldbesoangryandshewouldgetbeatenand--


It's amazing how all these thoughts flooded her mind and yet her face still remained as stoic as ever.

 

[Teddy Bear]

Angel opened the door and Zoey smiled, "there you are!"


"Thanks Zoey, but...you I like it in here..." Angel whispered.


Zoey shook her head, "at least come out for a bit?" She didn't know if Angel was uncomfortable with the nurses outside or she really like that room. Zoey waited for Angel's reply, she didn't want to just drag her along if Angel doesn't want to. "Let's go and see the newbie, I heard he just came in today," Zoey grinned, "and maybe we can all hang out together." She leaned against the wall next to the door, "or we can cause some trouble..."

 

[Maiden of Law]

Angel blinked. Zoey's response was not what she expected at all.


"At least come out for a bit? Let's go and see the newbie, I heard he just came in today. And maybe we can all hang out together...or we can cause some trouble."


Where was the anger? Where was the fury? Why isn't she scolding her?


Angel inwardly sighed. She could never understand someone so very different to her, someone so clearly better than her.


And besides, didn't she just asked her to do something?


Slowly, she opened the door and stepped out. She squinted a little as the light attacked her eyes.


She looked towards Zoey, her eyes still emotionless, and looked down.


"If you say so, then I will..."

 

[Teddy Bear]

"But first," Zoey looked around, "we have to find him." She heard that there's someone new coming today, but she didn't know when that person will be here. Maybe he's here already, she thought, or maybe I've got the wrong information. She shook her head, whatever, if that person doesn't show up, I'm going to have some fun. She smiled and stood up probably, "where to look first..." She started walking, hoping that Angel would follow.

 

[Cross]

"It hurts when you say things like that to me Poppy." However Mordred grinned and followed the direction of her voice. They hadn't gotten too far after all. He leaned against the doorway. "Why don't you tell me what made you so upset earlier?" He managed to sound concerned. Mordred could only guess what set her off again. He raked a hand through his dark hair. "I know you're not going to tell the psychiatrist anything right?" Mordred's lip pinched into a smile. "I mean at some point, it's obvious you're never going to get better. Those people only make it worse. They don't care. But you can tell me anything Poppy."

 

[kira blackthorn]

Crimson giggled as he skipped down the hall entranced with the pretty colors the shadows made on the walls and ground.


"Shadows don't have colors pet." B pointed out cackling madly. Crimson blinked at the sudden noise in his head and pouted shocked when the pretty colors were replaced with dark masses. The shock soon passed and he shrugged the incident off as he began skipping again. The cold floor numbed his bare feet making him stumble not able to feel them. He fell against the wall giggling madly over his clumsy feet.


He stopped curious when he heard the familiar voices of poppy and Mordred."Spy on them."B urged noticing his charge made no move to get closer. Crimson nodded in agreement his face set in a pout of utter seriousness as he started to slowly stalk closer to the voices trying his best to listen in.

 

[jinkx]

By the sounds of things, that girl- Poppy- was being a drama queen again. Phoebe groaned. It was so annoying she screamed. The only logical reason to scream is if you are slowly having your insides pulled out as they were noodles on a fork. Phoebe got up, feeling considerably less dizzy and went back to her room. Bleeding was awfully tiring sometimes, that was the only downside. Which was why Phoebe much


preferred to cut other people.


Her bed sheets were still crusted with blood and she didn't want to ruin the artwork by sleeping on it. So, she lay down on the floor next to her bed and slid the knife back under her mattress. It hurt to leave it there and not clutch it close.


"Night, Knife..." Phoebe said, drowsily. She closed her eyes and fell into an unnerving sleep filled with blood and corpses. It was wonderful.


She woke up again when she heard voices nearby. Her eyes opened a crack and she peered at the crack in the doorway. It was those girls. Zoey and Angel. Talking incessantly as usual. And she could hear Mordred and Poppy in the distance, probably high on something. Crimson was giggling somewhere close. She cursed her incredibly good hearing as the voices buzzed around her. She covered her ears and tried her best to return to sleep.

 

[Hiddencard]

Sam leaned up against the door. “Hmm… from what I have seen so far there is only those men who did something wrong. If you want I will help you out another time, with anything at all,” he said simply. Sam had a certain way of justice, and would help people who deserved it… from his point of view of course. He had not seen what happened in the library, but he was sure there was no reason to drag a girl around. Then his eyes darted to the door again when he heard a new voice outside of there. He faintly recognized the voice as the one from the crowd earlier.


Just to get a name on the new person he turned to Poppy. “Who is that?” he asked her calmly, staying with his back leaned up against the door.

 

[king5ter]

Quentin sighed. He wouldn't be able to hear with all the noise. It was as if one tiny whisper could be heard throughout the entire building.


He left the library and followed the sound of Mordred's voice. He had always felt drawn to that boy, and yet he never knew why. There was something about him that was so charismatic. Quentin almost felt as if he were in love with him. But, of course, that would be stupid. Wouldn't it?


He soon found Mordred annoying Poppy. The new kid was there as well, talking to Poppy. Quentin walked over and pulled Mordred away.


"Don't. Just leave them be."

 

[Cross]

Mordred ducked out of Quentin's grip. He needed to check with him about something, but now wasn't the time. Rumor was that a patient in their ward died earlier. The staff was infamous for neglecting its patients. Mordred would have to pull the details from Quentin later. "I can't go now. Someone needs to show the new boy around." Mordred sent Quentin the most reasonable of looks. He slid uncomfortably close to Poppy and offered a handshake over her shoulder."My name's Mordred. What's yours?" He asked. "I've been here for three years. I can show you the ropes if you want." Mordred studied him in a attempt to discover his mental illness.


It wasn't obvious whatever it was.


Mordred turned to Poppy for a moment. His lips pinched into a line. "I can get you some pills." His voice was sweet despite the underline intent. "To make you sleep if that would help. It's okay. Everyone needs a little help sometimes." Mordred whispered and then stepped away from her.


A smile slid back on his face. "What do you say?" Mordred asked. "Let me and Quen take care of you."

 

[kira blackthorn]

Crimson pouted in disappointment when Quentin appeared and pulled Mordred away thinking his entertainment was going to be brought to an end but it turned back into a happy smile when he returned. Deciding he was tired of staying quiet he quit spying and took a more direct route. Stepping into the hall the others stood in he began humming his favorite tune 'Miss.Lucy had some leeches' as he skipped toward them ignoring Bs loud cackling at his actions. It may unnerve some but he found it comforting . He stopped beside Mordred and feeling tired plopped down onto the ground. With his head tilted to the side so he could hear better, he lazily leaned against Mordred's legs not even trying to act as though he wasn't listening in.

 

[Hiddencard]

Samson straightened up when the two of them was found in the room, looking around a little warily just to check if the guards were anywhere to be found behind the two. Then he finally looked at the new guy who extended his hand toward him, he looked at the hand for a moment, before taking it and shook it once. “I’m Sam,” he answered simply. It might be useful to know somebody who knew their way around, but he was not a hundred percent sure if he could trust this guy or not though. He didn’t let it show on his face however. “How much is there to learn about this place?” He mumbled. Other than guards sucked and people were crazy of course.

 

[Allina Auburn]

"I'm not taking any pills from you," Poppy said snarling she started to sprint down the hallway towards her Cell she lied on her bed sobbing she spoke through her tears "I need pills,just not from him," she said vomitting her head throbbed violently as she stood up stumbling out the door she made her way to Phoebe's room "I need the pills," She yelled shaking Phoebe she scratched at the wall and started howling blood staining the walls complimenting the dried crimson shade of Phoebe's

 

[king5ter]

Quentin gave up on trying to stop Mordred and decided to make his way back to his room. On his way back, however, he passed Phoebe's room, and happened to notice Poppy in there, howling away and shaking Phoebe. This was getting out of control.


"POPPY! STOP!"


He walked in and pulled out his gun, pointing it a Poppy. He was tired of this shit. Maybe he should just end it now.

 

[jinkx]

"Do you want to kill her or should I?" Phoebe said, drawing her knife, "Or we could kill her together or something? Whatever. Let's just kill this whiny bitch." She was irritated. What right did Poppy have to throw a psychotic episode in Phoebe's room? She was so sick of how pathetic this girl was being. Yes, she was in a mental asylum but get over it! Everyone else had! She shoved Poppy off of her, pointing her knife at her.

 

[king5ter]

"Poppy." Quentin said, desperately trying not to burst into a rage and kill her. "Get out, now. I've got enough on my plate without your whiny face sending everyone into hysteria. Get the fuck out or we will kill you."


He pressed the gun into her forehead.


"You have five seconds."

 

[HellHathNofury]

Alexander had just arrived at the Asylum as well. He looked around, nervously clawing at his skin leaving red marks in their wake. All the commotion and screams were enough to drive anyone insane. What the hell was going on here? He was so afraid, he could barely move. He stood there where the guards had left him and trembled.


Go...dont just stand there...walk Alexander


Alexander gripped his head from a migraine he was experiencing. It always happened when he got these thoughts. These dangerous thoughts of killing on top of hearing Lucas talk to him. He shook his head at the thoughts and took off running. He didn't pay attention as one of the guards shouted at him. He kept going. Where? He didn't know but he couldn't be here. His eyes widened as he heard running behind him but he didnt bother to look back.


He took off running past the rooms of the others.

 

[Korean Ghoul]

The Asylum was full of insane maniacs. Lucas chewed his lip, enough to make it bleed. He questioned wether or not to try and run away, although he had deemed it impossible. He pulled his hoodie over his head to hide his face. He could hear screams and what not, but that wasn't the part that scared him. He questioned on how he got here. He didn't want to be here. The only thing to keep him occupied was a stick that he sharpened with broken parts of the walls. His only defense against the other inmates. He decided to make his first approach. "Hello?!" He wished for a response. He didn't want to be alone.

 

[Allina Auburn]

Poppy couldn't hear Quentin but she felt the cold metal pressing against her head she ducked but then couldn't remember where she was . The world was just a blurry senseless sea and she was a piece of sand drifting through it she stopped screaming and started to claw her way out of the room her frail body was shaking and the world started to spin and she stumbled towards her room she collapsed in her bed and pulled the sheets up to her chin.

 

[king5ter]

Quentin watched as Poppy collapsed onto the floor. He sighed. "I can't be bothered. You deal with her." And with that he was gone.


There seemed to be nowhere in the asylum where he could get some peace. Why did everyone have to be so fucking loud? He began to walk aimlessly, praying for some kind of rescue from this burning hell. It seemed he was damned for eternity, banished into the place of nightmares where no one slept.


A couple of new inmates walked past him, but he paid no attention to them. He had to find some peace and quiet. Somewhere. Anywhere.


That's when he had the idea.


Yes.


Oh yes.


Very good.


Perhaps he wouldn't have to stay in the asylum for much longer.

 

[jinkx]

So, today would be the day that Poppy died. It had been a long time coming. The other inmates would surely thank her for this. She watched, chuckling, as Poppy stumbled away. She was so pathetic and weak. An easy kill. Phoebe stalked after her, gripping her knife tightly in anticipation.


She foloowed Poppy to her room and watched her for a moment before lifting up the mattress and tipping the girl from her bed. She smiled.


"Poppy! Get up!" she insisted, "I'm going to make you look beautiful!" She knelt beside the girl and held her knife ready.

 

[king5ter]

Suddenly Quentin heard Phoebe's voice again. He knew it so well.


"I'm going to make you look beautiful."


Uh oh. He knew what those words meant, and they weren't good.


"Phoebe!" He yelled, panic rising in his voice. He needed Poppy for the plan. This wasn't good. "PHOEBE!"


He reached Poppy's room. Phoebe was inside, ready to kill Poppy with her knife. Quentin rushed in and tackled her to the floor.


"Not yet." He whispered. "I need her. I need you."

 

[Allina Auburn]

Poppy heard Phoebe and shuddered she reached for own knife and gun. A growl escaped from her lips "Stay Away from me," She said her voice shaking she knew that what Phoebe saw as beautiful was very different to what others found beautiful. She jabbed at Phoebe before hurdling over her head she sprinted towards the front office "Phoebe's got a knife," she gasped as she was taken into a smaller room she screamed when they took her weapons away but at least Phoebd hadn't killed her...yet

 

[jinkx]

Phoebe was tackled and she dropped her knife. It slid across the floor, just out of her grasp. She reached for it, her fingers brushing against the handle. She couldn't reach, her arm was just a little too short. She groaned.


"Quentin!" she hissed, "Get off!" She slapped him, "YOU SAID I COULD HAVE HER!" She knew they were going to take her knife away from her now. Even though, she hadn't had it very long at all. Damn Poppy. Phoebe had only been trying to help her, to make her prettier. Some people were so ungrateful.