Realistic or Modern T H E A S Y L U M

[Nixon Valent]

T H E A S Y L U M


Belonging here or not, we've all ended up here. Or maybe we're not actual trapped within these walls, maybe we work here, maybe we're family. Who knows? Who really cares anyway? A mental asylum isn't considered the high point of society.

 

[Nixon Valent]

It was fairly late at night and you were either asleep or voices could be outside the door, one being the sound of a familiar nurse that was one that more of a bitchy side than a nice one. What was coming out of her mouth couldn't be mad out through the door.


The voice lingered going on for a few minutes before the door opened with a creak a fairly young male in appearance stepping with a confused wide eyed look across their innocent face. Innocence seeming the best fit word. "I-Is that it..?" He asked to the nurse standing there turning back around towards her, having a duffle bag slung around his shoulder. "Really please.."


"Yes." Was all she said, ignoring the last part that came out of his mouth. "I'll have someone show you around in the morning and check on you." She pointed to the free bed and empty dresser next to one another. "Those are yours. I'm sure your roommate won't harm you." They said as they shut the door, the man standing there for a moment in silence before turning around before walking over to his bed, sitting his bad down and starting to put his clothes into the dresser neatly folded not saying a word. His face no longer having the look from before, it just being blank as they accepted that they were here now.

 

[RozieRawrs]

DR. JONATHAN GREY

I paced my office floors, thinking of how to deal with patients. We had recently received a new patient. I wasn't entirely sure how to deal with him, perhaps after we have decided what risk of patient he is, I could give him his own room. I could give him his own area and assign him to a nurse. Of course none of this will matter much if he ends up being fine.


My attention shifts to the door, a tall, young man awaits at the entrance. This man is one we call Patch. He is our patient, Skylars brother.


"Can I help you, Patch?" I ask the boy, his shoulders slump slightly, it's quite late and I had expected that he would have left hours ago.


"It's nothing." The boy mutters, his deep, Irish accent echoes throughout the quiet office.


"Sit." I offer the boy a seat and sit down myself, "How can I help you?"

 

[RozieRawrs]

JASON (PATCH) KENNEDY

I sit down in a chair in the doctors office. I stare down the old man, sizing him up for the billionth time. I feel threatened by the man. I'm not sure why, he has provided my small family the gratitude that we deserve.


"I wanted to take Skylar to the fair." I raise an eyebrow at the doc. I watch as his expression softens. He rests back in his seat.


"I don't see why not." The doctor mutters. "She has been pretty good lately, when is the fair?" The doctor asks. I chew on my bottom lip.


"In a few days. I'd like to buy her a new outfit as well, of course, it has to be approved by you, sir."


The doctor leans back and nods, "As you wish, We will monitor her for the next two days, if she is stable, you may take her."


My heart leaps with joy and a smile spreads across my face, this will be the first time since I admitted Sky, that she will be out at an activity. That was nearly seven years ago. I smile and stand.

 

[diwa]

Aidanne's eyes were puffy when she woke up. She's been crying ever since men from the Asylum took her. She didn't go in peace, she trashed and plead but they didn't believe her. She didn't kill the dog. It was her dog! She love Malcolm. How on earth could she drown her husky and set it on fire. If only her father was still alive, he'll believe her. But fate is cruel and the only family relative she had was her evil step mother.


She didn't used poison apples, nor curses. Though if curses were true, probably she'll use it. Her step mom fought dirtily. She frame her up and destroyed the image she has on the society. The last straw was killing her husky and calling the mental institution telling them that she was unstable.


The men donning in white uniform came for her that morning, when she didn't go with them in peace one of them shot her with a sedative. The next thing she knew she's been carried into a room then blackness consumed her.


She stood up, her feey was shaky but she manages to stay on her ground. Finally she approached the door. 'Hello!' Aidanne banged the door as hard as she could 'Help!'

 

[RozieRawrs]

SKYLAR KENNEDY

I sit in my room, tracing patterns on my pillow, my pup, Wrinkles, sits at the foot of my bed. Or rather, he lays there. My brother has brought me a pillow with the Nirvana logo threaded on it. The soft pillow was once my father's. I'm not sure how my brother managed to get it.


My heart drops at the thought of my father, his soft eyes and dark hair. He wasn't my biological father, but he was still my father. He was Patch's father. I stare down at my painted nails, I lost both of my father's.


Wrinkles looks up at me and whines. I nod and stand. I hear a small commotion outside my room and see a patient being dragged down the halls by one of the orderlies. I guess he must have done something wrong. Wrinkles follows me to the door and sits at my feet. I bend down and pick him up, as I was instructed to do if I was to bring the pup outside my room. I venture to the small kitchen area in the living room. I open the fridge and get Wrinkles and I a snack. I decide to venture to Marleys room. After Wrinkles has eaten, I rinse his bowl and walk towards Marley. Wrinkles squirms in my arms, I decide to take him to our room and let him sleep.


One good thing about Wrinkles, is he is smart. He listens and obeys. He will sit down and obediently wait for me to come back to the room. Once I set down the pup, he curls into his bed and cuddles his stuffed carrot. I smile sweetly and look at the wall, a small butterfly rests on the pale paint. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, willing for my hallucination to leave. When I open my eyes the butterfly is gone. Instead of a butterfly, rests the face of the pale woman. I shake my head and make my way out of my room. My room is the farthest room from the nurses station.I used to wonder why, maybe so the other patients don't see that I get my own things from my home? Maybe it's because I'm long term. Maybe it's because my screaming can keep up even the deepest sleepers. Maybe because my fits can result in fatalities.


I constantly think back to the nurse who tried to calm me. I was working in the kitchen and had gotten a hold of bones. I sharpened one to the point. I planned on killing the white woman. Nurse Annabelle walked in on me. I cut her. I constantly dread that day. I dread seeing the woman every day. I dread living.


I make my way down the halls.

 

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[QUOTE="Nixon Valent]It was fairly late at night and you were either asleep or voices could be outside the door, one being the sound of a familiar nurse that was one that more of a bitchy side than a nice one. What was coming out of her mouth couldn't be mad out through the door.
The voice lingered going on for a few minutes before the door opened with a creak a fairly young male in appearance stepping with a confused wide eyed look across their innocent face. Innocence seeming the best fit word. "I-Is that it..?" He asked to the nurse standing there turning back around towards her, having a duffle bag slung around his shoulder. "Really please.."


"Yes." Was all she said, ignoring the last part that came out of his mouth. "I'll have someone show you around in the morning and check on you." She pointed to the free bed and empty dresser next to one another. "Those are yours. I'm sure your roommate won't harm you." They said as they shut the door, the man standing there for a moment in silence before turning around before walking over to his bed, sitting his bad down and starting to put his clothes into the dresser neatly folded not saying a word. His face no longer having the look from before, it just being blank as they accepted that they were here now.

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Hudson Miller -

Hudson has been in the hospital for a few months now. The screaming in the halls, the people talking to themselves, everything that happens outside his cell doesn't phase him anymore. It just makes it a little more difficult for him to sleep... which was sometimes a good thing. The nights he hallucinates are the nights he has episodes. This particular night, he did not hallucinate... but he knew he was to get a new roommate because his other one tried to hang himself from the ceiling by making a rope out of his old dirty shirts... what a way to go.


Hudson can almost still see the boy standing up on a chair with a rope tied to the barred windows. He was having a night terror and usually his roommate got nurse Annabelle to give him drugs... but that night that didn't happen. When Hudson woke he just caught his roommate kicking the chair from underneath his feet. Even though Hudson had still been in shock from the terror, he had managed to help his roommate down. Hudson still doesn't know where nurse Annabelle had taken poor Jeremy...


When the new man entered the room, Hudson sat up a little bit and looked at the man standing there, unpacking his clothes, emotionless. "You know, it's just easier to accept the fact that we're probably never leaving here. So you might as well relax and enjoy the ride that the sedatives give you" He says in his usual sarcastic tone before laying down on his back with his arms behind his head "If you hear me scream at night don't be alarmed, just go get nurse Annabelle to give me some drugs." Hudson chuckled a bit and stared at the ceiling.


Annabelle Peterson -

Annabelle had been doing her usual nightly routine... checking on most of the patients who didn't need intensive care like the rest in the hospital. Last time she had been helping an intensive care patient, the girl had stabbed Annabelle's cheek with a chicken bone... She still has that scar, and it's still really bad.


A small sigh escaped the woman's lips as she walked down the hallway and looked through the little barred windows on the door. Every few doors she would look through a patients would bang on it wanting to get out. Usually Annabelle's favorite patient, Marley, was banging on the windows to get out... But that night the girl had been silent... Why? Curiously, Annabelle looked through Marley's little window, and the girl was laying in her bed, scratching her arms... which was a usual thing...


"Marley sweety, stop scratching yourself, you get those nasty scars remember?" The nurse said in a quiet tone and entered the cell to put on Marley's gloves. Marley was mumbling things that Annabelle could not quite pick out. But the nurse ignored the patient and slipped on the gloves. Marley's arms were bleeding only slightly, but nothing that needed to be patched up. "alright sweety, it's time to sleep" Annabelle said to Marley and injected the needle into the girl.


Marley Johnnson -

It had been a usual night for Marley. She was a good girl when she was with the other patients, but because she was so dangerous she was not allowed to have a roommate. So every night Marley would hallucinate and hurt herself. Some nights she was good when the nurses gave her drugs, but the rest of the time, nights were bad for her. This night Marley could hear the aliens talking to her, asking her to come back to them. "I-I can't remember? T-The nurses say you're bad for me."


The girl laid down on her bed, her legs curled to her chest and her nails digging in to her flesh. "A-Annabelle says you're real, she believes in you, how come you don't show yourself to her?" Marley asked the blurry grey figure standing beside her bed, talking to her. She spoke in a quick, hushed language that the nurses don't understand. A language that Marley claims she learnt from the aliens. But, the figure disappeared and Marley stopped talking when Annabelle came in and put Marley's gloves on her hands "T-Thank you Nurse" Marley thanked and let the nurse inject the drugs into her.


They weren't drugs to knock Marley out, but simply drugs to stop her from seeing the aliens... temporarily. The girl sat up and looked around the fairly empty room. She hated being in her room, it made her lonely and upset. When she heard the little tap on her door and saw her friend through the little window she smiled and waved "hellooooooo Sky" She slurred a bit and looked at her thighs to the little patterns drawn into her skin "Now I'm not lonely!"


@RandomFoodGirl

 

[RozieRawrs]

DR. JONATHAN GREY

I smile softly as the boy jumped up, his smile spreads across his face as he thanks me. I nod and watch the boy leave my office. I close my eyes and sigh. The cot in the corner of the room calls to me. I walk to it and lay in it face first. I sigh with relief and quickly fall asleep. Dreams of summer and children come to me, then there is fire.

 

[RozieRawrs]

JASON (PATCH) KENNEDY

I walk down the halls of the hospital, snores and screams echo through the halls. I chew on the inside of my cheek. How could I have entered my sister into this shit.


I drop by her room and set down her father's blanket. Onto the neat bed. I figured she wouldn't be in here in general. Her friends are usually calming down around now. I stare at the small black dog in its bed. Poor Wrinkles, he is treated like a girl. I chuckle and pat his head before leaving the room. I text my buddy and tell him that he will meet my sister at the fair. I walk out the door straight to my Harley and take off down the road. I bike home and take a warm shower. My bed is a comfort, I know that by Friday my little sister will be home. But only for a while.

 

[Lord Bradorian]

Seventy sat on his bed, in his small white room, thinking. No, not thinking - talking. Or was he singing? He was confused. He stared at the other wall. He should have been asleep, but the insomnia that came with his Major Depressive Episode Disorder wouldn't let him be. Seventy-nine wouldn't let him be. And the doctors and nurses hadn't given him his drugs. Seventy-nine was being mean tonight. Calling him all kinds of names and putting seeds of doubt into his mind, time and time again. Seventy had decided not to speak to Seventy-nine, as the silent treatment usually worked. But Seventy-nine wouldn't stop being so mean. He screamed at Seventy now, so loud that Seventy covered his ears - but it was no use. Seventy could still hear Seventy-nine. Seventy-nine was very loud, and wouldn't stop being so loud - it unsettled Seventy, and he wished Seventies One and Two would make Seventy-Nine stop. But no such luck. Seventy-Nine kept screaming at him, and after a few more minutes, Seventy couldn't stand it anymore. "S-Shut the fuck up!" Seventy screamed at Seventy-Nine, but Seventy-Nine would not listen, and Seventy-Nine began scratching him - scratching him hard on the forearm. Seventy-Nine had done this before, scratching him viciously to give him pain, and because of it his forearm was a mess of scars. Seventy-Nine's nails dug viciously deep down into Seventy's arm, blood beginning to drizzle from the new cuts inflicted by the harsh boy's sharp nails. Seventy screamed, screamed for help.


(Be remained, my Character's name is Kurt Henderson, but he prefers Seventy for reasons unknown.)

 

[RozieRawrs]

SKYLAR KENNEDY

I smile softly and push the door open. I stride to my friends bed and sit down. I pull a deck of cards from my pocket. I had stolen it from the front desk. It's the black deck that I knew Marley liked.


I pull up the table and set them down, "what should we play?" I purr, my soft Irish accent creating a slight slur of my words. I flash my bright blue eyes up to the beautiful girl. She doesn't belong here. I believe her, aliens took her. I believe her. Just as much as I believe that the white lady is ready to kill me whenever I close my eyes.


Just as much as I believe that Patch is my brother.. and Drew was my father and Mallissa was my mother. I believe this girl. I understand some of her struggle. I look down at the cards and chew my lip. I wait for the girls answer.

 

[Nixon Valent]

Hudson Miller -

Hudson has been in the hospital for a few months now. The screaming in the halls, the people talking to themselves, everything that happens outside his cell doesn't phase him anymore. It just makes it a little more difficult for him to sleep... which was sometimes a good thing. The nights he hallucinates are the nights he has episodes. This particular night, he did not hallucinate... but he knew he was to get a new roommate because his other one tried to hang himself from the ceiling by making a rope out of his old dirty shirts... what a way to go.


Hudson can almost still see the boy standing up on a chair with a rope tied to the barred windows. He was having a night terror and usually his roommate got nurse Annabelle to give him drugs... but that night that didn't happen. When Hudson woke he just caught his roommate kicking the chair from underneath his feet. Even though Hudson had still been in shock from the terror, he had managed to help his roommate down. Hudson still doesn't know where nurse Annabelle had taken poor Jeremy...


When the new man entered the room, Hudson sat up a little bit and looked at the man standing there, unpacking his clothes, emotionless. "You know, it's just easier to accept the fact that we're probably never leaving here. So you might as well relax and enjoy the ride that the sedatives give you" He says in his usual sarcastic tone before laying down on his back with his arms behind his head "If you hear me scream at night don't be alarmed, just go get nurse Annabelle to give me some drugs." Hudson chuckled a bit and stared at the ceiling.


Annabelle Peterson -

Annabelle had been doing her usual nightly routine... checking on most of the patients who didn't need intensive care like the rest in the hospital. Last time she had been helping an intensive care patient, the girl had stabbed Annabelle's cheek with a chicken bone... She still has that scar, and it's still really bad.


A small sigh escaped the woman's lips as she walked down the hallway and looked through the little barred windows on the door. Every few doors she would look through a patients would bang on it wanting to get out. Usually Annabelle's favorite patient, Marley, was banging on the windows to get out... But that night the girl had been silent... Why? Curiously, Annabelle looked through Marley's little window, and the girl was laying in her bed, scratching her arms... which was a usual thing...


"Marley sweety, stop scratching yourself, you get those nasty scars remember?" The nurse said in a quiet tone and entered the cell to put on Marley's gloves. Marley was mumbling things that Annabelle could not quite pick out. But the nurse ignored the patient and slipped on the gloves. Marley's arms were bleeding only slightly, but nothing that needed to be patched up. "alright sweety, it's time to sleep" Annabelle said to Marley and injected the needle into the girl.


Marley Johnnson -

It had been a usual night for Marley. She was a good girl when she was with the other patients, but because she was so dangerous she was not allowed to have a roommate. So every night Marley would hallucinate and hurt herself. Some nights she was good when the nurses gave her drugs, but the rest of the time, nights were bad for her. This night Marley could hear the aliens talking to her, asking her to come back to them. "I-I can't remember? T-The nurses say you're bad for me."


The girl laid down on her bed, her legs curled to her chest and her nails digging in to her flesh. "A-Annabelle says you're real, she believes in you, how come you don't show yourself to her?" Marley asked the blurry grey figure standing beside her bed, talking to her. She spoke in a quick, hushed language that the nurses don't understand. A language that Marley claims she learnt from the aliens. But, the figure disappeared and Marley stopped talking when Annabelle came in and put Marley's gloves on her hands "T-Thank you Nurse" Marley thanked and let the nurse inject the drugs into her.


They weren't drugs to knock Marley out, but simply drugs to stop her from seeing the aliens... temporarily. The girl sat up and looked around the fairly empty room. She hated being in her room, it made her lonely and upset. When she heard the little tap on her door and saw her friend through the little window she smiled and waved "hellooooooo Sky" She slurred a bit and looked at her thighs to the little patterns drawn into her skin "Now I'm not lonely!"


@RandomFoodGirl

Alexander looked over at Hudson. "Why would they give me Sedatives..?" He asked, his emotionless face turning into a frown. When he pulled out a shirt he folded it up and stuck in the top draw, pants the second, boxers going in the bottom. "I hope I leave here atleast.. Someday.." His vibe of innocence was strong, he said not looking back at Hudson.

 

[RozieRawrs]

DR. JONATHAN GREY

I stir at the screaming of patients. I groan. I wanted to sleep longer. Where the hell is Annabelle when she is needed. I swing off of the Cot and pull on my jacket. I make my way to the source of the screaming. I trip over a mop. My eyes follow a track of muddy footprints. I shake my head, it's my imagination. It's late and dark. Nothing is happening, and I know this.


When I realize that the patient is Seventy I shake my head. I walk into the boys room and take his arms, "Alright son. Lay back, it's alright. Nothings wrong." I sound firm, yet gentle. I can only keep myself from sapping at the kid. But I know that it won't help to get mad at him. He's a high risk patient.

 

[Lord Bradorian]

Seventy hyperventilates, panick setting into his mind as Seventy-Nine keeps scratching and he is not helped. Blood begins to drop onto the floor as Seventy-Nine keeps on doing it. He sees a big red "X" on the wall, and it scares him. He screams once more, and pleads with Seventy-Nine to stop, beginning to weep freely. His mind races as the X zooms toward him, smashing into him with great force, and sending most of his body limp, while Seventy-Nine keeps scratching him. At this moment, a familiar voice sounds, and he looks up - Looks up to the doctor, Seventy. Doctor Seventy speaks to him in a friendly manner, and his voice soothes Seventy, his muscles slowly untightening. Seventy lets Doctor Seventy take his arms. "Thank you for saving m-me from Seventy-Nine." The boy uttered, now beginning the process of calming down. Blood continued to drizzle from his wounded forearm.

 

[RozieRawrs]

DR. JONATHAN GREY

I calm nod, "It's fine, son. Just calm down, he can't harm you if I'm here." I softly sweep my hair back, "Don't you worry kiddo."I sit on the bed next to the boy and smile, "YourE safe."


I keep muttering these reassuring thoughts as I wait for the boy to calm down. I wait for nurse Annabelle to come with sleep medication. I page her, just to make sure she is coming.

 

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Hudson Miller ~

Hudson looked at the new guy and shrugged "all depends on how crazy we are. I know I need them to sleep though." He smirked a bit at the guys innocence "man, you need to toughen up. Weaklings don't last long here" he says standing up to peak over the boys shoulder at his clothes.


"Did the nurse assign you your job? If your in the kitchen with me I'll teach you some tough stuff pup." Hudson smiled and bopper the boys nose before siting back down and nodded to the other bed "that's your bed. And don't worry, when I had a chance I cleaned the sheets. Jeremy had a tendency to pee the bed a lot."


Annabelle Peterson ~

Annabelle had been walking down the hall when she heard her pager beep then quickly made her way to Seventies room. She never understood why the boy liked to be called that...


With a small sigh Annabelle leaned down and inserted into the boys skin "now sweetheart, remember this will make you sleepy okay?" She stood up and straightened her dress "come on Dr. JON, let's leave Seventy to sleep."


Marley Johnnson ~

Marley looked at her friend then got a little excited "alright!" She dealt the cards and picked up her hand "doooo you have a seven" she smiled and crossed her legs, scrunching her nose when the Alien talks to her. "Shut up I'm playing a game" she hissed.


"Oooh she has a king? Okay, do you have a king?" Marley asked Sky and tilted her head "damnit these gloves are getting in the way" she growled a bit and went to bite the gloves off.


@RandomFoodGirl @KurtH6355 @Nixon Valent

 

[RozieRawrs]

DR. JONATHAN GREY

I stand and watch the boy as his muscles relax. I look at the nurse.


"You know if he starts screaming he needs attention." I sod the nurse. I Walk to my office, grab nail clippers and objects for suturing the wounds in the boys arms. I begin pitching him up


Hm. Funny. Patch. He has the tendency to crawl under my skin.


I cut the boys in Gervais down so when he scratches he won't hurt himself. I the wrap the stitches up so he won't pick them off. I Clean up and do roundS.

 

[Nixon Valent]

He shook his head, saying nothing and doing nothing as he booped his nose. "She didn't give me a job." He simply ignored the part about Jeremy wetting the bed. "Who cares if I'm 'weak' I can just keep to myself." He sighed stopping for a moment to stare into his bag, being about half way done but wished he could have enough clothes to keep him busy all night. The sounds of peoples screams and periods of silence inbetween them slowly starting to unnerve him.

 

[RozieRawrs]

SKYLAR KENNEDY

I giggle, "Go fish! I donot have a king!" I squeal and laugh. I lean over and help my find with her gloves. I wink.


"Don't tell nutzy nurse Annabelle. " I giggle and pull out a pack of gum. I toss my pal one then pop one in my mouth.


I glance at the door, I see Dr. Grey look in. I jump up, grab the cards and dash out the door. I smile at him, "Did you see Patch?! Amy I getting out? Am I going home for the weekend?" Thoughts rush to my mind. I begin to panic. I jump up and down, giggling. A butterfly flies past me and squishes against the wall. I stop squealing and look at the blood gush. More butterflies begin swarming around, slamming into the wall an comte the worst know of sicilia. Highway pitched screams sounds. I cover my earshift and scream, fear runs through my bones as I see the white woman approach me. The chicken bone I had stolen from the kitchen slides into my hand. I had sharpened it extra sharp. The whit woman opens her mouth to scream and I raise my arm. It's caught by a man with no face, his eye sockets bleed, his hands are claws. Suddenly the world round me is black. I scream. Louder and louder, the bone gets knocked from my hand. The being lifts me up. I start kicking and screaming. I kick ND flail hard enough that I drop to the ground, I dart for the bone and ram it's foot. I then take off running down the peeling walls. Blood ND rust occupies the floor, all the doors are steel. I yank on a door, rush in, then slam it shut, all the muscles in my body relax and I slump to the floor. Silence invades my thoughst. Suddenly I'm not alone. I look up. Two boys, ready for bed stand in front of me. I loo up, one face I've seen. Different colored eyes, the other is new. Unfamiliar. I close my eyes and rest against the door.

 

[phinny]

Callum Wakasika





The lights in the hall had begun to dim as patients were prepared for night time. The usual eery quiet that the day provided was soon to be interrupted by fearful screams and cursing. Sleep wasn't ever easy here, but he'd learned to cope as best as he could. Callum's calluses thumb flipped to the next page of an old book he'd been given when he'd first been admitted. He didn't care much for stories, but poetry had always been an interest of his and he enjoyed the photographs of old paintings that lined each page. A knock on the door startled him out of his calm.


"Callum, it's Nurse Darlene. Time for lights out." He shifted uneasily, though Darlene's voice was a familiar one. She wasn't too bad as far as nurses went, but Callum never allowed himself to get close to her.


"Alright." He called out softly, thankful she didn't feel the need to come inside. His fingers traced the outline of the faded shirt's hem. Most patients weren't allowed bedsheets (to avoid hangings) so Callum slept with a shirt on at night during the winter.


Casting a glance around the room, Callum dimmed the light on his nightstand just enough that he could still see. Pitch darkness didn't settle well with him.

 

[phinny]

has this rp died or??

 

[RozieRawrs]

has this rp died or??

It died

 

[phinny]

ahh that's too bad :'(