Realistic or Modern Asylum

[yistae]

It almost felt like a kick or something to the back of the head and Sweeney could hear Matthew yelling indecent slurs at the girl, though again it was in his head. "I don't like him much though. He's mean, violent, and stupid, but he does help me if I'm scared." Still looking at the food doubtfully, he took a bite, instantly regretting it with the terrible taste. "I'm not a kindergartner," he mumbled, pushing the plate away and then looking at the blood pattern on the girl's shirt, nodding. "I suppose it is beautiful."

 

[jinkx]

"He sounds awful. Next time I see him, I'm kicking him in the face." Phoebe said, thoughtfully, "So... Why are you here, freak? Who'd you kill?" Most people in here had killed at least one person. Or done something that meant they were considered dangers to society. Phoebe ran her fingers over her stomach, pressing down on the cuts there. She teased them into bleeding a little against her fingers, the blood dampening her fingers. She was more of a danger to herself, sometimes.

 

[yistae]

Sweeney smiled and laughed a little. "Thanks, that might help." He watched her mess with the wounds under her shirt, more blood coming out. "Matthew took over and killed a few nurses by accident at my old hospital. They were trying to give me electro shock therapy," he explained. "I was put there because I have a double dose of crazy. Schizophrenia and the multiple personality." Taking a few napkins, Sweeney laid one out flat in front of the girl and weighed the corners down with little bits of food so it's be a flat painting surface. She liked blood and thought it was beautiful, and he vaguely remembered seeing a mural on a wall looking like it was made with blood. "Is it safe to guess that you're here because of the blood thing?"

 

[jinkx]

"My heart aches for you." Phoebe said, sarcastically, "In fact, it positively bleeds..." She let the blood drip onto her fingers for a few minutes longer before running her fingers over the napkins. It was better than paint, it was smoother. It was more attractive to the eye. The blood crept down into her palms and crawled under her nails as she worked.


"The blood thing." Phoebe looked amused, "It's called creativity. And I think it might be because I killed some people. People just don't appreciate my work." She dabbed a pattern onto the napkin and it soaked through onto the table.

 

[yistae]

Sweeney chuckled a little at her pun, knowing without a doubt that she was being sarcastic. "It was probably the killing people thing that made you end up here," he commented while watching her work. It was a little creepy that she was using blood, but that was fine by him and the image was very well done. After a few minutes he looked up at the girl and tilted his head to the side. "Did I get your name? I don't really remember," he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

 

[jinkx]

"You didn't ask for my name and it's not information I offer willingly." Phoebe said, without missing a beat, "I didn't get your name either. My name is Phoebe. That means the shining one." The blood on her fingers dried and she sat back, admiring her work. She had a thick layer of blood clinging to her hands now, resembling very thin gloves. It had gone crusty and dry against her skin.


"And your name?" she asked, though she didn't really care.

 

[yistae]

Sweeney nodded. "Greek Goddess of the moon, daughter of Leda and mother of Leto, though I think you're just a little too young to have children," he said, chuckling a little at the last part. He looked at the painting that Phoebe made, marveling the work and wondering if it was the real case example of putting your soul into something.


"My name's Sweeney," he said, not picking up on Phoebe's lack of caring. "It's Irish, meaning 'pleasant', but that's when it's used as a last name." Sweeney watched a bug fly around in front of him as he talked, annoyed with the little insect. Waiting several seconds, he clapped his hands together, effectively smashing the bug between his palms. A grin found it's way onto his face, but was quickly replaced by a frown when he looked down and didn't see anything in his hands.

 

[jinkx]

"I'm not that young so I suggest you shut your mouth!" Phoebe snapped, scowling. She looked at him, watching him curiously. His schizophrenia must be kicking in or something.


"I think your craziness is kicking in. I suggest you get a hold of yourself otherwise you're going to go completely mad and started killing people." She began to spoon the tasteless food into her mouth, wondering if he'd actually go mad. That'd be rather amusing to watch, she imagined.

 

[yistae]

"You can't be much older than me, can you? You only look like 19 or so," Sweeney said, oblivious to Phoebe's sudden outburst. He stuck his tongue out at her childishly, blowing a raspberry at her. "I don't kill people, that was Matthew, and I can keep control of myself just fine," he said stubbornly, not wanting to admit that he was starting to slip. Matthew's voice laughed in his head, seeming to echo around and it was just adding to Sweeney's frustration. Still pouting a little and trying to ignore a new big that was flying around in front of his face, Sweeney ate his food, pushing it around his plate more than eating it though.

 

[jinkx]

"I'm 21, dumbass!" Phoebe said, hitting him over the head, "This place isn't teenagers only, you know!" She scowled again, crossing her arms. She slid down a little farther in her seat, narrowing her eyes.


"Are you sure you can control Matthew?" she added, skeptically, "Is he going to take you over like some kind of demon? I'm quaking in fear, by the way. You can tell him that just the threat of him making an appearance is terrifying." She had a very dry sense of humour.

 

[yistae]

Sweeney covered his head and ducked a little to avoid being hit again. "I meant it as a compliment! I know not everyone here is a teenager." He huffed, leaning back in his seat to put a little distance between himself and Phoebe. Crossing his arms over his chest he pulled his sleeves further down, hiding almost all of his hands. Matthew had made himself real again and was sitting next to Phoebe, glaring at her.


"I don't like her," he said and Sweeney ducked his head down in hopes that the other would go away. "Aren't you nice," he heard himself say, quickly pursing his lips and glancing up at Phoebe to see how she had taken it.

 

[jinkx]

"I don't have to be nice to you. You're a freak." Phoebe said, "I'm only talking to you because... I want you to do something for me, okay? I need you to get something for me." Nobody would think it was suspicious for a weirdly quiet kid like Sweeney to be hanging around the library. Which is why he had to retrieve her knife from the bookcase for her.


"You'll get my knife for me, right? Sweeney?" Phoebe said, hopefully.

 

[yistae]

Sweeney smirked a little and said, "You're a freak too, in case you've forgotten." He didn't really mind the name calling, he was used to it and since Phoebe was crazy as well it didn't really matter. He perked up at what she was saying, sitting up and looking at her. "What do I get out of it?" It was a game, he reasoned, and the winner of every game had to get a prize. Matthew rolled his eyes at Sweeney and started saying mean things about how he shouldn't be so childish, but Sweeney tried hard to ignore it and thought about his new game instead.

 

[jinkx]

Who said he was getting something out of it? Phoebe said nothing like that. She thought for a moment and then said:


"... What do you want?" Phoebe sighed, "I can lend you my knife or something? You know what, forget it. I'll go get it myself. When they take my knife away, it's your fault!" She stood up and stormed off towards the library, crossing her arms. Stupid Sweeney! Why'd he have to be so difficult?

 

[king5ter]

Quentin sat on top of the bookcase, legs crossed and arms folded. He could have been there for minutes or for days. Time was irrelevant. Marvelous plans were forming in his head, spectacular wonders of unimaginable magnitude. Quentin laughed. This was so fun. Why didn't he do this more often? Just sit down somewhere quiet and think.


He had quite a formidable plan now. It wouldn't be easy. Oh dear, no. It was almost impossible. It would be amazing if they weren't all killed in the process. And if by some miracle they did manage to escape, they probably wouldn't get five steps away before they were killed.


But it would be fun. So, so fun.


Quentin decided that the others needed to hear his plan. All of them. Phoebe, Crimson, Poppy, Mordred, the newbies... He headed over to the cafeteria.

 

[Allina Auburn]

As she heard Quentins footsteps Poppy's head shot up from her dinner she looked into his eyes and smiled shyly when he had that expression on it meant change. She dumped her plate in the sink and went past him quickly whispering in his ear "Midnight in the library everyone,"

 

[king5ter]

Quentin smiled at Poppy's happiness. You knew it was a good day when Poppy smiled.


"You heard her." He announced. "Midnight." And with that he turned and left as abruptly as he had entered. He headed to his room to meditate some more. Tonight, the plan would be set in motion.

 

[Allina Auburn]

Poppy went into the library and pulled out a book called "History of The Asylum," she started to flick through the floor plans when she started to feel sick she suddenly realised what the others would do when they got out. She just wanted to see her family and be a normal girl but they would kill and torture innocent civilians. She started to feel dizzy and nearly fell unconscious yelling one word "Quentin,"

 

[kira blackthorn]

Crimson perked up at the thought of change and eagerly ate the rest of his food before dumping the tray and heading back to his room." You hear that B. Quentin has an idea. I hope its entertaining."


B cackled in agreement."Finally something entertaining is happening. I hope it involves that bitch Poppy and a knife in her throat."


His only response was giggels edged with insanity. No one got to insult Roses memory and gets away with it. Crimson made sure of it.

 

[yistae]

Sweeney watched Phoebe storm off and felt bad. He didn't mean to make her mad. Getting up he left his still full plate at the table, basically running to the library. Somehow he got there before she did and found the knife, along with a few other weapons that he left alone. Walking over he handed a book to Phoebe, the knife tucked inside so the librarians wouldn't spot it. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to make you upset," he said quietly, hoping she wasn't still mad.

 

[king5ter]

Quentin heard Poppy call his name, and it didn't sound good. He broke out into a run, heading back to the library, where the sound was coming from. As he reached the library, he realized what had happened. Poppy had fallen unconscious, a book in her hand. The librarian was knelt down beside her, panicking.


"She just collapsed!" He burst out. "I...I don't know what to do!"


"Move." Quentin said calmly. The librarian stumbled away, and Quentin took his place. "Poppy!" He yelled, shaking her. "POPPY!"

 

[Allina Auburn]

Poppy's eyelids fluttered open she stared into his eyes and spoke softly "We can't let them escape, we will kill and destroy and there's enough of that in the world,". She grabbed onto the edge of a bookcase and pulled herself up trying to walk away but she fell yet again in a deep sleep her limp body draped over the thick red carpet.


@king5ter

 

[kira blackthorn]

Crimson heard shouting from the library as he passed and peeked in. His eyes widened at What he saw and he backed up. He slid down the wall oppisite the library doors and closing his eyes covered his ears. The scene reminded him to much of What happened after he regained his senses when his parents were finally dead and all he had left was B."Pet you don't think poppy feinting was caused By the little surgery we did on her do you?"


Bs worried voice brought him out of his memories."Maybe that was the first time I was so angry while doing it. I could have messed up. I just hope she isn't getting her memories back otherwise we will have to end our fun early."


Getting up he began headingto his room again. Why should he care What happened to the bitch?"

 

[king5ter]

Quentin sighed. This was becoming tedious. He decided to leave Poppy on the floor for the time being and let her wake up herself. He had things to do, after all.


The first step was to get rid of the librarian. Eliminating him permanently would cause suspicion, but Quentin had to make sure he wasn't in the library tonight. But how?


Then he had an idea. Yes. Very good.


He would cause a distraction. A simple plan, really, but a good one nonetheless. He would tie one of the newbies up and leave him with a grenade in his mouth in his cell. This would keep everyone in the asylum busy for long enough.


But which newbie?


The one who had attacked him.


Sweeney.

 

[jinkx]

"Thank you, Sweeney. Perhaps you're not completely useless." Phoebe said, taking the book from him, "You can go away now. See you." She turned and headed back to her room, opening the book. The knife slid into her hands. It looked like stuff was happening in the library and she did not wish to be involved. She'd heard that weakling Poppy screaming again and Phoebe was not in the mood for dealing with that pathetic girl. She turned her knife over in her hands, as she pushed her bedroom door open.