Realistic or Modern Asylum

[HellHathNofury]

Alexander had accidentally ran in the room where Phoebe, Poppy and Quentin were once he lost the guards. He sighed in relief only to turn around and see what was going on. His eyes widened and his mouth opened to scream but nothing came out. He was obviously new there. He slowly started to back away, his limbs shaking and his heart nearly beating out of his chest. What was going on?

 

[king5ter]

"Yeah, I did, but I changed my mind." Quentin spat at Phoebe. "I need to talk to you. Somewhere more..." He glanced at the new inmate standing in the doorway, "private. Meet me in the library. I'll be waiting." Quentin shoved past the guy in the doorway and began to make his way to the library. It was time to start planning.

 

[yistae]

Sweeney stood by the front desk, hands in his jacket pockets and shoulders hunched. The nurse from his old hospital was talking with some lady behind the desk, checking him in. He hated this part. Hospitals scared the shit out of him anyway, and all the screaming coming from behind the doors was nerve racking. Finally the nurse left, saying goodbye like she actually cared about his well being. Yeah, right. Another nurse came and lead him through a door and down a hall, past several rooms where various screaming noises came from. "I'm not that crazy you know," he said, walking up next to the nurse and loosing the nervous behavior. "I don't think I'vw ever screamed from a random reason."


The nurse just looked down at him, as if sizing Sweeney up. "Sure kid, as long as it makes my job easier." The stopped in front of a door. "This is your room. All your things are in here. Most doors are unlocked so you can go where you please." Sweeney nodded and the nurse walked off quickly, like he needed to go somewhere. Looking at the door, Sweeney turned around and walked down the hall, too jumpy to stand still. He pulled out his iPod and stuck his earbuds in, determined to drown out the noises from the other patients as he wandered around.

 

[jinkx]

Well, now Phoebe was irritated. Why'd Quentin have to change his mind all of sudden? She had been already planning out what she was going to make; something much more beautiful than Poppy. An autumn afternoon- blood as a river, pieces of intestines as leaves and the dying trees formed from Poppy's dismembered limbs. Once her flesh rotted, her bones would stay as brittle trees. And Phoebe could watch as the life faded from her body and Poppy's soul- if she had one- drifted into oblivion. It would surely be beautiful. Why wouldn't Quentin understand?


She reached over and picked up her knife. She rammed it up her shirt so that nobody would see it and take it from her. She liked the way it cut against her abdomen when she moved. Frowning, she stood up and found some stranger in the doorway.


"You're in my way." she commented simply, "Move out of it."

 

[king5ter]

On his way to the library, Quentin bumped into a strange boy wearing headphones. "HEY, WATCH IT!" He yelled at the boy, suddenly angered without a reason why. The boy ignored him. "HEY! LISTEN TO ME!" He tore the headphones from the boy's head. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"


He felt rage running through him, yet he wasn't sure why. The boy just seemed to anger him for some reason. He felt like hurting him.


"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, WALKING INTO ME? WHO ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU HERE? TELL ME!"

 

[HellHathNofury]

Alexander's demeanor completely changed. His voice didn't even sound like his anymore and his eyes narrowed at her. " There's these things called legs. Heard of em? Good. Use them to move yourself out of my path. Better yet. IL just leave now. I don't have time to deal with people like you." He turned to walk away not even sparring her a second glance. He walked down the hallway and somehow found his room. "Bothersome girl" he muttered and laid down on the bed, closing his eyes and relaxing.

 

[Korean Ghoul]

Lucas heard voices screaming like wild hyenas. He stood, carrying his stick with him. The hallways were old and with age. The voices of others echoed in his head. His mind filled with danger and possibilities. Without knowing it, he ended up close to the library, with two guys arguing. Lucas stopped, and went passed them.

 

[kira blackthorn]

Crimson was disappointed when everyone left but quickly jumped back to his normally cheerful self. Humming he got up and began to walk around the Asylum looking for something to do. He hated being bored because then his mind wandered back to before he had B when he was beaten and starved and those made him angry, sad, and afraid. They just made B angry because he didn't like him being sad.


"That's because you shouldn't have a reason to be sad." B growled realizing where his pets thoughts were heading."You hadn't deserved anything they did to you."


"But I did," Crimson argued back."I still do. I'm a freak."


B had to fight the urge to take over and kill someone as he knew the people he really wanted to kill have been dead for years. He should have made those vermin's deaths more painful when he had the chance. No body should ever be allowed to make his pet feel like that.


"Those vermin were the freaks." B hissed the word vermin." You were just an innocent boy they wanted to destroy because they saw how precious you were."


"Were? What am I now then?"Crimson asked curious about the answer yet at the same time fearing it. He doesn't know what he would do if he found out B secretly hated him.


"Now your my pet and I'm going to make sure you are never hurt like that again." B swore wanting to reassure his pet that he was safe. Crimson opened his mouth to do what he didn't know. Maybe argue that B couldn't and shouldn't promise things like that or maybe tell B that he couldn't control everything. He didn't deserve his protection anyway. He was just a freak. However what came out surprised them both.


"Thanks."


"Anytime pet anytime."


Their touching if not a tad sickening moment was interrupted before it could progress anymore by arguing. Crimson blinked in shock as he realized he was outside the library where noises where the yelling was coming from. Cocking his head he heard curiously he snuck in and settled down in one of the chairs to watch the arguing boys. The previous conversation already in the best of his mind.

 

[yistae]

Sweeney felt someone run into him and paused, about to turn around when his headphones were ripped out. That hurt. All the screaming came back into focus and the kid that was now yelling at him wasn't helping. "Don't -" he started quietly, feeling himself slip and trying to warn the other boy, but he just started yelling again. Sweeney's breathing rate picked up dramatically and his pupils dilated. 'Calm down,' he told himself, trying to get control of his breathing and mind.


It didn't work. His eyes closed for a second and he swayed on his feet. When he opened his eyes, they had a darker look to them and his entire body language had changed from fearful to angry. He basically snarled at the boy that shoved him and boldly grabbed him by the collar, bringing their faces close together. "Now you listen here punk," he said, his voice noticeably deeper than before. "You don't f***ing touch Sweeney, ok? And don't yell at him either. You so much as glance in a way I don't like at him and I'll pop your head off your shoulders, understand?" Roughly he let go of the other boy's shirt and glared at him, daring him to say something. Sweeney had retreated back into his mind, and it seemed Matthew had decided to come out.


(Sorry if its confusing. Matthew is the other personality inside Sweeney)

 

[Hiddencard]

Sam was still a bit wary of the guards looking for him, so his gaze searched the halls a bit while he spoke with Mordre.


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Mina had been sleeping for most of the day, but she was finally waking up, stretching her arms over her head and yawned. She wondered what kind of tasks she would have to do today. Mostly she wanted to get out of here, she was sure her kingdom was waiting for their princess to come back home.


She got out of bed and out in the hall, twirling around herself and hummed a tune. She ran her hands through her hair and heard the usual arguing going on down the hall.

 

[king5ter]

Quentin was jerked back I to reality. He felt himself hit the cold, hard floor, and it hurt. He couldn't believe that this boy would have the audacity to do that to him. He would have to go. Quentin started breathing deeply, trying to keep himself under control. He had bigger things to worry about right now.


As he pushed himself up from the floor, a memory of a similar encounter pushed itself forward in his head. He remembered it like it was yesterday.


Quentin had always been an outcast in his school. Because of his disorder no one liked to go anywhere near him. The most interaction he got from people was a dirty look in the hall or maybe a slight push in the lunch queue. Quentin didn't mind the isolation. It meant that he had time alone to think, to create worlds in his mind where he could escape from the dark reality which lie ahead of him.


But one boy was different. Dante Kastiel. Dante was the cool kid, the popular guy, the one who everyone loved. One day, when passing him in the hall, Dante didn't just walk past as usual. He stopped and tripped Quentin up. Quentin found himself extremely angered, and began to attack the boy. However, the boy was stronger, and Quentin soon found himself lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Quentin left the school not long after the incident, and refused to go out in public anymore. He was schooled by a tutor at the orphanage until he was bought to the asylum.


Looking back, Quentin realized how much better life was in the asylum. People here respected him, understood him. Phoeebe, Mordred, Crimson, even Poppy to an extent, they were the closest friends he'd ever had. Was he really going to go through with this plan?


The answer was yes.

 

[yistae]

Realizing that the kid wasn't going to do anything from the floor, Matthew huffed and looked around at the crowd that had gathered. Just about everyone of them looked way past the point of psycho. 'This is gonna be bad,' he though, figuring that if Sweeney came back out he'd just panic again. Glaring at the people around him, he put his hands in his pockets. "What the hell do you all think you're looking at?"

 

[jinkx]

The library. Quentin wanted her to go to the library. That was what he had said. Because he had some plan or conspiracy or another to escape this place. Only... They couldn't escape from here. If it was possible to escape, somebody would've managed it by now. Phoebe found herself heading towards the library anyway, fiddling with her knife. She was keeping it under her shirt permanently, she decided, to make sure nobody took it away.


After a while, Phoebe could feel a damp spot on her shirt. The new cuts on her stomach and chest were beginning to leak blood. The knife was digging into her skin. That was when she heard a voice and looked up. The library was blocked off by a ground. Something was happening. Glaring, Phoebe elbowed her way through the crowd. She was a little surprised to find Quentin lying on the floor and somebody she didn't know standing over him.


"Did you hit him?" Phoebe asked, curiously, "Did you? Quentin, you alive down there?"

 

[king5ter]

Quentin glanced up. "Yep. Get inside the library. Start reading. It'll look suspicious if we go in together. I'll come in after a while and join you."


He turned to the guy who had attacked him. "And you can fuck the hell off."


Slowly, he got up, and walked over to the guy.


"Unless you want to be dead before tomorrow," he whispered," I suggest you leave me alone. I may not look it, but I am capable of terrible things. And I have a lot of backup. So fuck off, or bad things will happen."

 

[jinkx]

"Okay..." Phoebe shrugged, pushing open the library door. She didn't come in here very often and when she did, it wasn't to read. She didn't read very often. Absentmindedly, she began to browse the bookshelves, her fingers tracing the lines of books. She could feel the librarian eyeing her. Her knife dug a little deeper into her skin as she bent over and blood spurted from her stomach.


"Crap..." Phoebe muttered, pressing down on the cut to stop it bleeding. The librarian was looking at her even more suspiciously now and Phoebe straightened up, crossing her arms. They were so going to take her knife away from her.

 

[king5ter]

After a while had passed, Quentin followed Phoebe into the library. He went to the bookshelves as if to browse, and glanced sideways. Phoebe was trying to look inconspicuous, but the giant pool of blood wasn't helping. Quentin shook his head. That girl lacked common sense sometimes. He walked over and tried to block the librarian's view of her. "You are an idiot." He said, smirking. "So anyway, I have a plan."


The librarian got up from his chair and started walking over. Not good.


"Get behind the shelf!" He hissed. He dragged her through until they were out of sight. As the librarian investigate, Quentin held his breath, praying that they wouldn't be spotted.

 

[jinkx]

"Is it wise to call me an idiot when I have a knife under my shirt?" Phoebe hissed, "Don't be such an idiot! I thought you were smarter then that!" Then, she held her breath and looked down at the spreading red stain on her shirt. It was a beautiful rich colour. She touched it and felt the warm material under her skin. The blade dug deeper into her upper stomach.


"Crapcrapcrapcrap!" Phoebe muttered, "I think it would bleed more if I took the knife out..." She was simply thinking aloud and then she remembered that Quentin was here too.


"Do you think the librarian will find us here?" she wondered, glancing around.

 

[Korean Ghoul]

Lucas entered the so called library. Shelves of rotten old books that are even older than the skeletons here. Dusty. He saw two people sneak into some shelves, and the librarian seemed like he saw them. Lucas walked over to a shelf, and started to skin through it. "This book reeks... Geezus"

 

[kira blackthorn]

'Pretty.' Crimson thought observing the red patch that was growing on phoebes shirt from his spot behind the book shelf. He liked the color red. It was so pretty and came in so many shades."Plus it looks so beautiful when it's gushing out of a persons body." B cackled wanting to take over and see more of that wonderful color.


"Your crazy B." Crimson whispered smiling as he felt his friends desire."We are the same person Pet so if I'm crazy what does that make you."


Crimson could only giggle wildly in response but that was all B needed to hear.

 

[yistae]

Matthew watched the kid walk away and nodded, a silent 'Good ridence' of sorts. There were still a few people around, but at least the kid that scared Sweeney was gone. "Stupid idiot," Matthew mumbled under his breath before closing his eyes and letting Sweeney have control again.


Sweeney blinked and few times and looked around at the crowd, putting his hands in his jacket pocket and smiling shyly at the people. "Um, hi?" He didn't really remember what Matthew had done, and was really hoping it wasn't anything stupid that would make these people mad at him. That one kid that yelled at him was gone at least, so there wasn't him to deal with.

 

[jinkx]

From here, she could just about see Crimson's stupid face. That idiot was completely crazy. He was staring at the blood stain that was slowly growing on her shirt and she could practically see what she was thinking.


"Nobody cuts my skin but me..." Phoebe mumured, her grip on her knife slipping. It fell from under her shirt and clattered to the floor. Her blood began to spill out freely with nothing left to block it. Whilst Phoebe did enjoy cutting herself and the pretty spirals of blood that fell from her skin, this cut was just a little too deep. She felt oddly dizzy as she fumbled for her knife. She couldn't let them take it away!


"Shit..." Blood splattered onto the ground as she stood up and wedged her knife carefully between two books. That should hide it for now.

 

[kira blackthorn]

"Look B there's more." Crimson shouted excitedly. He watched as more blood stained Phoebes body a beautiful crimson. B cackled watching the show with excitement. The foolish girl just got herself caught.

 

[jinkx]

"Hematophiliac!" Phoebe spat at Crimson, glaring at him, "Stop staring at me, you freaking blood pervert!" She pressed down hard on the wound, feeling oddly light headed and dreamy all of sudden. She'd lost more blood than usual today. It was still dripping onto the floor, despite her attempts to stem her blood flow with her fingers.

 

[kira blackthorn]

"B what does Hematophiliac mean?" Crimson didn't recognize the word and so like all the other times he didn't know something he asked B. B knew everything. B glared at the girl pissed off that she would call his sweet Crimson something so...so...fitting. Grinning widely as he found the relation he spoke."Its the proper name for people who love blood."


"Oh," Crimson muttered but then glared at Phoebe realizing something."Hypocrite."

 

[jinkx]

"I'm not a pervert like you. I'm an artist. So shut your stupid face!" Phoebe snapped, glaring at him intently. She realised that she was raising her voice a little too much and focused on wedging her knife deeper into the bookcase. The handle still stuck out a little. Thankfully, her blood was beginning to slow down as she pressed her shirt against the wound. That was going to be the last time she kept a knife up her shirt- probably.