Verrückt Asylum

[May]

May submitted a new role play:


Verrückt Asylum - An Asylum in which you strive to survive


Verrückt Asylum. One of the most widely known for it's wonderful security precautions and the notorious criminals it holds. Of course no one really knows what goes on in there. At first it just seems like a regular old asylum with the frequent therapy sessions, dirty cells and a crappy lunch room, doctors and guards swarming the place as well. But what no one knows is that, every day there's a horrible event. One filled with dangerous traps and obstacles, the last to get out of the event is taken away to be experimented on by the knowledge thirsty scientists. Rarely do the lab rats return, many of them even die. This is a game, a game to survive. A place where Darwinism is the way of life. May the strongest prevail.

Rules

• Follow RPN rules
  
• No Mary or Gary sues
  
• No godmodding, power playing
  
• Your muse has to have some sort of mental issue, it wouldn't make sense for there to be a sane person in an asylum.
  
• Romance is allowed but keep it PG13 please.
  
• Be kind and respectful to others, characters can go all out though.
  
• Please fill out a character sheet and wait to be accepted before role playing.
  
• Have fun and go all out~! C:
  

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

on a dark and gloomy day, Hannibal was making a plan of taking over the asylum, with the help of the other residents. he grew irritated with how maticulous the planning was.

 

[Kiro Akira]

The night had only just begun, there were dark clouds roaring at the earth. Sparks striking the skies as the thunder clapped and the lightning brightening up the sky. In the middle of what seemed to be no where, a large building held patients, scientists and guards to keep watch. Surrounded by an electric fence with a single road out. Inside, people could be seen walking around, all dressed to their own liking to keep suspicious minds away from the real idea of them. They would be used as subjects or pass away from rotting in a place they would call hell while others would call it the happy land.


Inside, a man could be heard screaming from one of the sealed off doors. One who decided to pick a fight with the guards and punch one straight in the eye leaving a pretty dark circle as a mark. He was chained against the wall face pressed against the cold stone with lashes from a whip striking him. This only lasted for about thirty minutes before it went silent and everything rolled back to normal.


"Lights out in one hour!" A man shouted to the rooms where patients were kept. A few of the men shouted back in an outcast feeling they were being cut short on their time with lights and activity. In the testing room a few scientists grinned and laughed at a newly found test subject. One who failed the last test. They stuck small needles in him seeing his reaction to each one. "Give you a shot of Iodine, then a shot of morphine to ease the pain. Oh! And lets give you a shot of our new chemical. I want to test it and you seem to volunteer for us today so here you go!" The scientist laughed and shoved yet a third needle into the man filling his blood stream with a dirty green color of liquid. They watched for a few moments and took notes. "Three minutes in and I believe we have a successful drug!" He shouted in victory only to have his win come to a terrible loss as the man's eyes rolled back and he shouted in pain his body seeming to lose control before it slowed to a stop and fell limp. "Well... Almost a win right? Oh well take him away put him with the rest." The man frowned and went back to writing down notes smiling at the ideas that had fallen into his mind.


@May

Spoiler

If you don't like the idea and want something completely different let me know :3 I just figured this would match an asylum filled with insanity and crooked people and such. Hope you like it

 

[Will of Soul]

Zeph sits alone on his old tattered bed, his head on a pillow that was in the middle of his head and knees. The chamber was poorly kept with old dead rat carcasses in the room, but Zeph did not care about them and the guards and the other inmates were too creeped out in the account of Zeph that they didn't ever walk in and greet him but quickly shuffled away when they had walked by.


Thoughts of arson and murder flowed through his mind his scarf was becoming tattered as well, and so is the trench coat, his chamber was always open as well, Zep almost never moved either

 

[May]

@Kiro Akira


It's perfect


Mitch sat in his cell, giggles leaving a crude smile as he listened to the tortured screams of lab rats. Lucky for him, he been out in a cell in which the wall was between him and the experimental rooms. Everyday he got his dose of madness in which he could laugh upon. Sure, he'd act cute in front of the other handsome boys, but when he was alone in his cell, why not act like the loon he was. Patting his tummy eyes closed as his smile erupted into a grin. Those terrified looks in the other patient's eyes when he stabbed him with his favorite pair of scissors, how delightful. Of course he couldn't wait till he might passed an for tomorrow's game to begin. More men to swoon at and then torture. The redhead could never get enough of it.


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[Kiro Akira]

Zen who leaned up against the wall looked in the cell beside him at the crazed man laughing at the torcher of others. He was sat beside Mitch and next to the experiments for a close watch being one of the only successful experiments. He looked to the man and glared. "Will you stop your giggling over there, just you enough is able to give me the feel of stabbing someone in the throat." Zen smiled at the thoughts and shook his head taking a shard of glass he grabbed from one of the broken windows. With this, he clenched it tight and began writing on the floor of his room "Dead, dead, come again. I can't wait for you to fill me in." He sung this in a soft tone as he wrote his little words out smiling at the thoughts. "Rip, rip, rip and stab. Cut that mother f***er til he's dead." After writing the words he began working on a picture of what appeared to be someone bleeding out on the ground, Zen's own blood covered the drawing from the shards of glass cutting through his rough skin. When his fun was finished he brought the shard of glass to his mouth licking off the blood before dropping it onto the ground and licking the wound clean. "Blood has always tasted amazing..."

 

[May]

The boy pouted, crimson hues glaring at the other. "At least I'm not singing disgusting songs." Though, honestly he would quite enjoy doing something of the sort. He itched to get his scissors out and cut someone up, like cutting up paper dolls and then gleaming at your work, his cases were works of art- well they were to him anyway. After contemplating the other's comment for a while longer he smirked. "At least it's not my throat you feel like stabbing~" he said in a song song tone. "You did say someone after all ." Michael had taken a liking to Zen, he was an odd one and Mitch deemed him weak since he'd become an guinea pig, but the weak ones were always cute. All the more fun to bat his eyelashes at. The other though, probably did not think himself to be weak with all his nonsensical singing and drawing on the floors with broken glass.

 

[Will of Soul]

Zephyr raises his head when hearing the song, my face showing no expression standing up walking to the end of my chamber speaking with an Russian accent, "Алло?" ("Hello?") A few inmates jump at the sound of my voice they whisper among themselves, Zep did not know what goes on here he was curious he knew he was insane but he enjoyed hiding it to trick others, "You two in the chambers next to me, What is the purpose of this place?" He asked with a questioning tone, coping the voice patterns of the whimpering boy using the knife to cut my arm my expression not changing licking up the blood facing away

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

Hannibal finishes planning the escape from the asylum. he heard Mitch singing and was instantly in loved with his voice. Hey! show some respect for the dude, or i will gut you like a trout! he said. Hannibal wants out because he wants revenge on his cousin, viktor, for selling him out to the german authorities for the ambassador's death. he attempts to pick the lock but fails. And this place is where they keep us "undesirables." he said to the russian man.

 

[Will of Soul]

Shudders sightly while studying the mans behavior my Silver eyes scanning over the lock on the door, "My presence here is unexplained..." His voice is a bit questioning this time around. Allowing more blood to run down his arm he enjoyed the taste, he always clinged to it like wine he also enjoyed flesh human flesh always reminded him of veil of a fawn that he used to eat as a child, copying the man's German accent, "What about me is undesirable? Nobody has entered my cell except me..." Smiles with an odd crooked quality, but it was covered by the tattered scarf. Tugging on the lock, but fails easily maybe he did it out of boredom?

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

When society doesnt like you for how you are, they throw you in here. hannibal said. thats how i got here. RAAAAGH!! he yelled as he punched his mirror out of pure rage. Only if they would see what that man is. only if they would see im doing good for them! Hannibal finds a rat and bites its head off. the other inmates were appalled by this action.

 

[deepwoods]

Soft echoes of the other patients' chatter bounced around Eve's cell but for anyone who didn't know better it would seem as if she was tuning out all the others, if not the whole world in general. She sat on the ground with her back to the wall, head tilted upward just so, her alabaster hair just barely brushing her shoulders. Her eyes were shut though not in sleep and she wore a small, natural smile as always; the whole combination giving her the look of bliss, not something to be expected of someone locked in an asylum but all the same very fitting of Eve. For once her mind was clear although not empty by any means; for the time being she was merely listening and acting as the observer, building a picture of each patient in her mind based on their comments, their singing, anything she could use really. It was fun, like a game, although voices weren't much to go by. She wanted more; to see the real faces, to see what caused them fear and pain. She wanted to feel blood on her hands again, although she had no specific target in mind quite yet, but all in due time she reasoned.

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

Hannibal screams in pain as a voice that sounds like a little girl spoke to him. Set them free from these butchers, and you can go free child. she said. Get out of my head! hannibal yells as he bashed his head against the wall once to silence the little voice.

 

[IceQueen]

"Ahh, soo boring! There are no men in my cell." Virana complains. It had been forever since she had a man falling for her. She could really use a drink. "Oh guard!" Virana cooed as the guard walked towards her cell "I could really use a drink. Could you get me one?" She pauses as she touches his chin, "In exchange for a kiss?" The guard, being new here, slips her a flask. She happily takes it, drinks, then gives a hasty kiss on the cheek. He tries to protest, but she puts a hand to his lips, saying "uh uh uh! You have to wait, I'll come eventually."

 

[Kiro Akira]

Zen's eye twitched softly as the man practically mocked him. "Yea, but it could be your throat I feel like stabbing." He spoke then went back to his drawing until the man shouted from across the cells at him about Mitch and his singing. "On second thought it's not it's the little loud mouth over there." Zen said before throwing the shard of glass towards him letting it spin between the bars hoping it would hit the man. "You can shut it too kid. Not ready to listen to you today."


A few moments went by as Zen began searching for another shard of glass or something to draw on the floor with only to jump slightly seeing a hazed hand place right where his was. The man jumped back slightly and closed his eyes tightly just barely peeking out of his right eye only to see it not there. With this he nodded agreeing it was a figment of his imagination before opening both of his eyes seeing the hazed hand with a figure connected to it this time. Zen shook his head as his heart race sped up covering his right eye only to peer out the left seeing the ghost like figure take an actual shape before looking to him and smiling. Zen blinked and shook his head once more hoping the image would fade only to see it disappear. "The hell....I must be seeing things again." He said aloud and frowned before returning to his search. Anyone besides him would have simply seen Zen jump back for no reason and have a freak out moment when there was nothing there. Zen smiled with he found a chunk of stone. With this he grasped it in his hand the most pointed edge facing down and began drawing once more.

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

"Who are you?!" Hannibal yells. A little girl's voice spoke. "I am your sister you killed years ago, i want you to escape this slaughter house...... so you can see that everything would be different without your angry killings. you could have a family you know." Hannibal starts to cry. "IM SORRY IZZY!!!!" he shouts.

 

[Will of Soul]

Zephyr's eyes were closed assessing everyone actions in the room, the were random at most so it took him a awhile to find all the ways they were able to act. Not counting multiple personas, or personal information. He grey eyes fluttered open once again then closing, a voice spoke to me in my mind, "You Know you can get away right?" The voice was calm, spoke Zep's inner self a few other voices ringing out as well, "You could murder them all..." Spoke the murderous side, "Or burn them..." A small scared voice rang out as well, "You could hide, lock yourself away...." Said the paranoid side, "Test them with a bunch of impossible games, it would be true fun!!!" Said the insane side, I try to suppress the voices but it was hard they wouldn't stop, "G...go away...." Holding my ears, "G...GO!"

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

"Izzy! Please Forgive me!" hannibal shouts. "You are forgiven big brother, but you need to get out before they kill you!." the girl's voice said.

 

[May]

A sigh left his lips as he slumped against the wall. It was so boring, none of the people here were his type, and even if they were it was only night time. If only day would come and the games would begin. Picking at the dirt under his fairly neat nails, only a ghost of a smile wavered on his countenance as shouts were echoed down the old musty place and anger was drawn from cell mates.


Carefully lips pursed and in a pouty voice he responded, "Honestly, I actually wouldn't mind being cut up-- it doesn't feel all that bad." Letting his chin rest on his hands, eyes fluttered shut and dark, full lashes contrasted against his pallid cheeks. Mouth still drawn down in a pout he gave another hefty exhale of air. "Ne~ can't you all go to sleep? In the morning in the cafeteria we'll be able to strangle each thee there instead, that'd be much more interesting, no?" Of course he was really only talking to himself, since no one else would be able to hear such soft murmurs.


As his eyes were closed, images, memories to be exact, flashed through his mind. All of those treacherous b*tches that he cut up and the handsome yet terrified faces of his crushes. If only he had a new target, even more satisfying would be a gorgeous male partner that he didn't have to kill for, but could kill people with together. Shaking his head to clear such thoughts from it, once again bright red orbs stare at the floor of his cell. Tapping his chin he looked thoughtfully up at the cracked ceiling, wondering how he wanted the day to go tomorrow and what types of maneuvers he'd use to kill opponents.


(Sorry for not being quite active, I've been busy )


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[Emperor Of Embers]

Hannibal fell aslepp on his cold bed, too tired to complain. He had memories of the people he killed.

 

[Mysterious Fox]

Eira was dragged into the asylum by two police officers because she wouldn't stop trying to fight everyone off. She knew she had never done such a thing, it was Neon and Esmeralda who killed the victims, not her. Even though she kept denying that she had been the murderer of these poor victims who now lay lifeless within the ground or burned to ashes, nobody seemed to believe a word she said. The second she stepped foot into the dreary building a huge chill ran down her spine. Something was completely off about this place and she didn't like it. Of course if she were to say something about it to the police or anyone else they would push it aside because she's insane.


The young female was handed a cloth gown, a pair of socks, and slippers to change into and was told to hand over the clothes she was wearing. With a sigh she ripped herself away from the male's grasp and made her way into the bathroom. She glanced around the bathroom finding that there were bars on every window so she couldn't escape. Seeing as how there was no way she'd be able to escape tonight, she went along with what the staff had told her and changed into the hideous outfit. "Wow, look at what they have you wearing," Neon stated to Eira as she pulled the gown over her petite body. "Shut up Neon, if you hadn't murdered those people I wouldn't have to be in here at all," she declared back and ignored any other word that escaped Neon's mouth.


The red head left the bathroom and handed the staff her outfit along with the jewelry she was wearing. The guards took her to her cell and she walked over to the bed before sitting down, finding that it had been very uncomfortable. The female shivered within the cell as the coldness took over her body, sending her entire body to shiver. She finally just laid down, pulled the thin blanket over her body and fell asleep.

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

Hannibal woke up screaming in agony. He was faking the pain and putting his plan into action, but little did the staff know that hannibal's monstrous side is coming out of its chains.


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[deepwoods]

Eve's eyes flicked open at the sound of a scream, the corners of her mouth twitched though her smile never faltered. From her position in the dark shadows of her cell her eyes had all the look of obsidian which was all the more fitting of where her mind was at. Screams...it had been all too long since she had had a chance to inspire them. The sound was enticing, unconsciously she ran her tongue over her lips as her mind flashed back briefly to the past. But it only lasted a second and just as soon as her memories had taken her she was back to the present and more than anything else bored. Boredom was the true culprit in this asylum; if she didn't find something to do soon shewouldbe driven insane. Taking her time, since goodness knew that in this place she had too much of it, Eve slowly pushed away from the wall and rose to her feet where she then stood still for a minute. Her hair brushed softly against her shoulders as she looked left and then right, wondering what fun she could possibly find inthiscell. She had long since memorized every nook and cranny and scratch in the concrete; although she had lost track of how long she had been here she already knew her own cell by heart. Only one other option remained and that was her fellow inmates in this prison which, up until this point, she had not yet had to stoop so low as to interact with aside from the inevitable encounters that came with being trapped together. But now as boredom persisted above anything else she was compelled to make that all too short trek forward to the very foremost part of her cell where she could at least get a glimpse of the other residents. If nothing else she could at least imagine how she would want to kill each one of them; even the mere idea of inflicting pain still caused her heart to skip a beat.

 

[Emperor Of Embers]

The guards grabbed hannibal. "Big mistake." he said as he broke free and snappped thier necks. "now to find a key to free everyone." he adds.

 

[Will of Soul]

Zep Sat in the corner of his small cell a long wolffish smile stretched across his face, he pulled the long grey scarf across the smile. His grey eyes told a more morbid and sadistic story, somehow he muffled the voices that tortured him and sometimes taken over. taking the small knife out of the trench coat, wondering why the guards didn't pat him down. Was he to different to be thought of? Was he forgotten? He bit his tongue causing it to bleed a little, cutting the tip of his finger with a quick force. He watched the blood run onto the floor a odd sadistic smile across his face even worse then before, "Who am I? but the more odd question is..." His finger was bloodied, he pointed at the corner across from him "Who are you?" his head tilted slightly seeing that nobody was there he sighed answering no one, "I am you, and you are me and everyone else too..." he stood up walking to the door. He stared out of the door into the hallway the cell mate next Zephyr was whimpering clawing his own face. The corner answered, "Why I am your shadow..." to Zephyr it was a exact copy of himself with glowing blue eyes but he did not exist to anyone else, "You are truly dark... use it to escape into the world..." the shadow stood up walking to Zephyr's ear the words were morbid, and sadistic filling Zephyr with joy and hate the shadow faded away.


Zephyr spoke to the other prisoner in Latin, German, Russian, and Japanese in a repeating pattern causing him to claw his face even harder his blood dripping on the floor. "Do need to exist? No? Then die..." the man screamed, Zephyr did as well then laughing afterwards. drawing symbols on the wall with the blood, the man was crying in the corner, "I used to eat people like you..." he screamed again then swallowed his own tongue gagging was heard and then he died. Zephyr smiled wide with a joyful feeling, waiting and waiting for a guard. He walked by after hearing the screams, walking by Zephyr's cell. "Help me." the guard looked over Zephyr grabbed him through the cell door strangling him reaching for the key, but it was out of reach Zephyr growled, "I couldn't..."