Fantasy Welcome to the asylum!

[CrunchyNutT]

she laughed and patted his shoulder "naw shucks. Stop your gonna' make me blush." she laughed jokingly eating more of her eggs. she looks about, she was indeed very intellegent. Though she didnt really show it. She likes to make it out like she in a complete total idiot, its easier that way. She had gone over it time and time again in her head on how to react to people around her. And she came to the conclusion that it was just easier to be considered and idiot.

 

[raven flame]

No it's scoffed)

 

[The Forgotten Host]

"What's so cool about that mask anyways hun?" Rima brushed against Kage's arm. "Not like it does your pretty face any justice"

 

[RoseAstasia]

(I swapped the names around)

Jonathan sits eating the eggs. Olly was in control at the time. He enjoyed watching them cut cut up and crushed into smaller and smaller pieces by his dull and smoothed fork. He twitched and changed into Lucas, his more dominant personality. He noticed a few people talking nearby and smiled at them.

 

[CoolGuy]

It was difficult to fool Hue, for obvious reasons. He pushed his tray forward, looking up. They had a few hours before the recovery session, so he had plenty of time. Might as well while that away with the other inmates, though he wasn't sure his dining companion could entertain him for that long. He did have some personal paintings to finish, with the possible colors. "...Of course, most of us have quite a bit of pilin on us. The ones in this asylum especially. Otherwise we'd have just gone to a prison. Or zoo." He eyed the rest of the ones in the cafeteria, having no trust for any of them, but quite liking the clash of colors. He smiled back at Jonathan, a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

 

[CrunchyNutT]

Marylin turned around and waved to jonathan. "whats pilin? i notice you Talk about that and another words. They arent any languages i know though." she smiled finishing off her breakfast.

 

[RoseAstasia]

Jonathan waved back, seconds later, he noticed the tray I noticed front of him, “It must be breakfast time.”, he started eating again. He never was a fan of eggs, but food was food.

 

[CoolGuy]

Briefly, Hue considered keeping it a secret, leaning back in his chair and separating his gaze from any one of them. Maybe he should make a pamphlet to explain the basics... "They're colors. Impossible colors. Demonstrating things that can't normally be demonstrated by colors." He waved his hand, as if constructing the perfect statement to explain. "One is pilin. The color of intelligence. I came up with the names on my own, via... a combination of popular media and dead languages." In truth, he just came up with random, nonsensical words, but he didn't want to admit that. "Some colors are simple. Like pilin. Some, more bizarre. Like voil, the color that is left when even the darkness is taken away."

 

[CrunchyNutT]

Marylin nods "is that your ability? No wonder you are a painter." she remembers the art works that she sees him doing every now and then. He was extreamly good at it. She just let him talk about the colours he saw taking in his knowledge he was willing to share.

 

[CoolGuy]

Of course he was glad to, always proud of his knowledge. That's probably partly what got him caught, having his abilities blatantly explained by his monologues. "...They're kind of layered on top of normal colors, so I can see the both of them. Frogeo, the color of forgetfulness, was always fairly useful. It was convenient when someone learned something they shouldn't know and I didn't want to kill them. Try to keep that to a minimum, you know. For moral and pragmatic purposes. I used to be able to make them, too, but without my inkwell, I can't." He sighs, reclining his head back. "If I got it back, I don't think I'd even use it to escape. I'd just like to add some color to my cell."

 

[Ineptitude]

Khalil burst into the dining hall with the ever-so upbeat and charming air that he was known for, a cheerful smile plastered across his lips. The gambler was a very lively and charismatic character, this, the other inmates were well aware of, and often played all sorts of games with his fellow prisoners. Every time he notices an opponent cheating in games, it's as though a switch had been flipped. His eyes get dyed a crimson red, and his demeanor becomes vicious and brutal, bloodthirsty even.

Offering the others a friendly wave, Khalil sat at his usual spot and, with all the grace of a former mafioso, began to eat breakfast. Bacon and eggs isn't exactly the most delicious of cuisine that he's eaten in his life, but he ate with just as much vigor as he would before he had been placed in the asylum. Besides, it wouldn't do any good to die of starvation. If he was going to die, it's best to die risking himself at gambling, just as he's always done. And it would be the greatest bet of his life.

 

[CrunchyNutT]

She nodded thinking about his colours. "Do regular colours bore you? I know i like to live colourfully" she laughs and looks around seeing khalil entre the dining room, she waves happily and looks at the time. "if you can tell me about this inkwell i might be able to tinker up something for you maybe? I dont think i could but i can try." she smiles sweetly thinking about all her little machines in her room.

 

[CoolGuy]

"Regular colors to me are like outlines to you. They're important for the full picture, but the real - the impossible colors make things far more impressive." He waved as Khalil entered, pensive expression on his face. He definitely couldn't make anything in here, but she was smarter than him. Maybe she could work around the problem. "Maybe there's another way to make it. But I did it by - well, I used voil colored glass. Voil absorbs color from everything. Even from your mind. Or, since I know what these valuable colors look like, my mind. Are you capable of building something without understanding what exactly it will do?"

 

[CrunchyNutT]

She used her fork to get the bits of bacon out of her teeth rocking on her chair "well yeah i guess i could. I dun' know if it'll work tho" she shrugs and looks at him fiddling with her fork. "if you could make a little book or somthin' with everything about the colours i can try. It'll come at a price though" she smiles at him getting a glint in her eyes.

 

[The Forgotten Host]

Rima bounced next to Marylin. "She's hopeless." the cat sighed. "She won't talk to anyone unless she has that mask"

 

[CoolGuy]

He sighed. Exploiting the situation for her own gain? Not really his style, but he could appreciate the opportunism. "...We'll see," he said, putting a bit of emotional distance between the two of them. What was even the point of being polite if he didn't get free, incredibly valuable and powerful things? With the feline settling on her other side, he found it time to make his escape. He stood up, tugging at his collar as if to straighten it, taking his tray. "But I'll give you the time to mingle with the others. I have paintings to finish. And perhaps a book to write." He nodded at both girls, before turning on his heels, going to put the tray away and head back to his room.

 

[CrunchyNutT]

She chuckled watching him go "i only wanted a painting" she laughed and looked to the adorably wise feline "hey kitty, whats up?"

 

[The Forgotten Host]

"The prospect of rotting my mind in this pit for all eternity?" Rima stretched her legs out. "I'm immortal and I have a life sentence. You tell me"

 

[RoseAstasia]

After finishing the eggs, Lucas continues to the bacon, he did enjoy this at least. It covered the flavor of the eggs, he looked around to see if anyone was sitting alone.

 

[Ineptitude]

Khalil looked up from his food for a brief moment, only to suddenly make eye contact with Lucas. His ice blue eyes blinked once, then twice, before flashing him a beaming smile. He, himself could tell that it was Lucas from his meek and timid demeanor. The gambler actually quite liked this personality of Johnathan's; he was a considerably normal sort of man compared to the others in the asylum, like a breath of fresh air after a long time in a smoke-filled city.

 

[RoseAstasia]

Lucas waved, walked over, and sat across from Khalil, “Hello”

 

[CrunchyNutT]

marylin laughed and gently pet Rima's head "it aint that bad. We got food, a place to sleep and safety. When you live your whole life without any of those i guess its real nice."

 

[idalie]

Ophelia Browne​

Ophelia had spent her morning rather unproductively, swearing she'd seen a mouse which in turn had led her to run about the asylum in desperation to find it. Eventually, the guards managed to herd her into the cafeteria knowing the last time she found a mouse, she'd broken its neck and hidden the corpse beneath her mattress so she could stroke it's soft, soft fur. Soft until the maggots started writhing, pushing out through the tiny eye sockets and malforming it's lovely little curled up figure. It was for that same reason, however, Ophie had a small square of silk tied around her wrist to touch after having such an obsession with nice textures.

Her hair was a bundle of curls, lifting up with every hop and springing downward as she landed on both feet making her way out through the room; sidling up to where the meals were dished out. Phelia didn't eat her bacon, leaving it to someone else whilst she begrudgingly consumed the rest, for the small woman had never been fond of eating meat quite ironically. Nevertheless, Browne was allowed to choose from the fruit bowl, selecting a tangerine to peel and dissect till she popped the pieces between her lips, breath smelling of sweet citrus as the skin came apart with a burst of nectar. The amber-eyed girl was a ray of sunshine on any morning, sweeter than apple pie and higher than a flag on the 4th of July.

That was of course, not the case when you learnt of the dead mice under her bed and a history of murder. Even so, it wasn't as if she declared it openly -- that could've ruined the unassuming nature. Spotting the back of Hue, she practically dove over the room, chasing him up right to the door of his own chambers before grasping his arm with a breathless smile and a mad stare. "You can see colours, right? I was thinking, last night, can you see love? Can you see if someone is in love? What does it look like? Can I see it? Can two people in love see it? Does love not have a colour? I read a book once about love not having a colour --"

CoolGuy [Anyone else open for Interaction]

 

[The Forgotten Host]

"I've been here longer than you were born hun." She rolled on her back. "I'm starting to forget things, yknow. People I used to know; Places I used to visit; What chocolate tastes like. You keep saying the food here is great, but when's the last time you ate a box of chocolate? And cat knip! God I'd kill you all for cat knip"

 

[Ineptitude]

"Hello, Lucas." Khalil greeted back, setting aside his breakfast in favor of speaking to the man sitting across from him--he was just about done with his food, anyway. "Do you want to gamble with me?" His eyes seemed to twinkle in excitement at the prospect, gloved hands already twitching towards his pockets where a deck of cards rested. The times he'd played against Lucas were surprisingly enjoyable, and he wasn't one to cheat, which was a pleasant surprise, even if he was prone to losing. It's been quite some time since he's last met someone like that.

RoseAstasia