Morning Madness - (not for the light hearted)

[Bianca Bartlett]

*From her position in the corner of the rec room, Bianca’s brilliant jade green eyes peered out from beneath her hood as she surveyed the scene before her. It was still early, the morning bell still minutes away, and the room had been relatively empty when she had arrived a few minutes before. Someone had been sitting with their back to her, staring out the window and Bianca had merely given them a curious glance before she retreated to her seat in the corner of the rec room.

The oversized armchair had once been a deep ruby red but was now a dull dark brown that resembled clotted blood. Still, it was relatively comfortable and the size of the chair made it feel like a throne whenever she sat in it, which was nearly all the time. She was known as the “Queen Bee” around the joint and while it was a title that she cherished as well as loathed at the same time, she still felt a Queen should have a throne. Although most of the inmates treated her with the respect worthy of someone with such a title, they also turned to her with any and all of their problems, expecting her to miraculously solve their problems. As impossible as it may seem however, she did have an uncanny knack of solving problems, helped largely by her ability to read peoples minds to get to the real core of the matter.

Bianca was jolted rudely from her thoughts as the canteen window slid open with a dull thud and the somewhat pleasant aroma of toast, eggs and bacon wafted past her, causing her nostrils to quiver. Puzzled as to the sudden change on the menu, Bianca peered at the canteen and saw that one of the guards was eating a breakfast burger from some fast food joint. He was talking to “lunch lady Doris” (as she was so dubbed by the inmates) as she stirred a large aluminium pot that undoubtedly held their usual serving of gruel that was supposed to pass for porridge. Rolling her eyes to the heavens, Bianca stared up at the ceiling as her brain screamed inside her throbbing skull. This place was going to drive her as insane as the doctors claimed her to be.

Although she knew that telepathy and telekineses were not exactly something that everyone had, she knew enough to know that she wasn’t “crazy” like the good doctors wanted her to believe. After years of practicing her skill, she had perfected it to a fine art, one that she had to keep hidden. She also needed to keep her wits about her as she had the unsettling certainty that if she dropped her guard for even a moment, it would be suicide. It was because of this that she had successfully faked taking nearly every pill they had given to her since she had first been admitted, eighteen months ago. Apart from the occasional jab she had received when she had first arrived and thought foolishly that she could still “stick it to the man”, her brain was still lucid, and she was observant and smart enough to realise that something wasn’t quite right about this supposed “hospital.”

Given the fact that most of the other inmates did take their pills however, she was hesitant to share her suspicions with anyone just yet. Instead, she watched from the shadows. As people started stumbling groggily through the door, Bianca saw Aideen arrive. A small smile playing on her lips, Bianca watched from beneath her hood, to see how the morning would unfold. *

[Catrux]

OOC: ODK if you dont like my little spin on the chess game feel free to ignore it and post as though both characters were skilled at chess.

IC: Lord Fattington had not been in the institute for very long, although he and another inmate frequently shared rousing games of chess. Truth be told neither of them seemed to know how to play chess. It ended up being a mix of many different games, but still using the chess board and peices. The mix of checkers rules brought about interesting situations, for instance when one of the two would make it across the board and shout "King Me!" Any person who was not hopped up on a buffet of pills would understand how much a conflict arises seeing as how there is a piece called a King.

Lord Fattington did indeed ingest the pills that the nice men in the clean white coats gave him, but they never inflicted the desired effect upon him. He was smart enough to pretend that he was hopped up on the medicinal cocktail so they wouldn't find a dosage that would phase him. There were too theories that Lord Fattington held regarding his luck with rendering the pills impotent, the first being that it was merely too low a dosage, or second that his body produced enzymes that destroyed the medicine.

He was strolling into the rec room just as the morning bell rang. By this time he had enough practice, and enough time spent as a rabbit, to fake paranoia with great skill. He purposly only shifted into harmless animals when the "Doctors" asked him to show them his abilities, another act of foresight on his part should he ever need to fight back or escape he would have the element of surprise.

His eyes darted around the room, seemingly moving to fast to make sense of anything, once again he had practice at this and was able to decipher everything in the room the same as one taking their time would be able to. There were familiar faces scattered about the room, his normal "chess" table was open so he took his seat and waited for his friend to join him for their morning game(s). As he walked he kept his left arm at his side and his right reached across his chest with his hand seeming to grasp his bicep. His head sank a bit adding to his appearance of a disturbed individual.

His eyes continued to dart around the room, picking out each camera, it was done so sparaticly that it would seem as if by mere chance he looked at them. Everyday he made sure to check the cameras, to make sure they didnt add any or change the locations them. He was sure there were more than he could see, but at least he knew where a good deal of them were.

[Athalia Mischavitch]

((WARNING My post is rated MA, Mori can we get like a note saying that this thread is not for the light hearted? Hope its cool, if anyone has any problems PM me))

Athalia entered the Rec room, her head swam and she felt dizzy from waking up after being sedated and drugged, she managed to keep herself up right however, she squinted at the familiar faces around her. She wished there was one of them she could call friend, alas for her long years in Parasych she was simply to terrified to let anyone get close to her, except one.... She knew what people said about her when they thought she wasn't looking. She was the mystery of Parasych, she rarely spoke and when she did it seldom made sense.

She made her way passed Lord Fattington and close to Bianca, Not only was she a huge mystery to everyone she was also by far the most beautiful creature in the whole facility, her brilliant blue eyes were surrounded by long sooty lashes that gave her the appearance of constantly wearing mascara and eyeliner, in reality it was simply her natural beauty. Her long white-blonde knotted hair hung wildly around her face ending around her backside. Like Lord Fattington the girl was paranoid, Her eyes darted around the room, her whole body shook and contorted, she wasn't looking for cameras, she was trying to avoid the people who were using the rec room that most couldn't see. The dead. She calmed slightly as she willed the dead to go elsewhere, she made her way to the TV and turned it on. She leaned over the rattled old TV until she was lying over it, her abdomen pressed against the TV, her arms and legs hung uncomfortably, she squinted at Bianca, she was wearing her normal clothes. She felt a wave of jealousy as she looked down at her own clothes, a short white nightgown

"I want clothes!"

She called out in her husky feminine voice

"When you start to behave yourself"

Someone answered her in the distance. Athalia made her way off the Television and walked passed the chess board, as she moved she swept her hand over the chess pieces knocking them on the floor, she didn't bat an eyelid as she sat down on the couch, spinning herself around so her legs were in the air and her head hung over the edge of the couch her long hair hung in brilliant tangles. She watched Bianca unblinking.

"You're no Virgin…"

She said simply, her cold gaze never faltered.

"No Queen of mine…"

No matter how rude or crazy the girl was she still managed to radiate beauty, she could go through hours even days of shock therapy only to come out looking as beautiful as ever when everyone else looked ugly, tired and drawn. She seemed to radiate golden warmth and glow. No matter how unpleasant she was, in the passed years before the new 'players' arrived she would get beaten by the previous Queen Bee due to that simple fact. She longed for her friend to join her, the only woman she had ever met at Parasych she seemed to communicate and get along with. Her gaze moved to Lord Fattington, her personality changed almost instantly no longer was she cold and indifferent she was seductive and sexy
"Fattington… come here and kiss me…"

She said as she smiled, her plump red lips spread and she roughly grabbed hold of her pert breast

"It’s what you feel isn't it…"

Her mood changed instantly again, she knew what she was saying but at the same time she didn't want to say it, it was the pills that much she knew, without them she was meek and quiet.

"Lust is a sin, sinner… Lord that’s a laugh, your no lord of mine… "

Her expression reverted back to its previous stone cold indifferent expression, the blood was rushing to her head and her cheeks reddened, but she continued to lie upside down on the couch.[/i]

[Bianca Bartlett]

*Bianca watched from her oversized faded red chair as the other inmates all began to make their way into the rec room. The nurse that Bianca had dubbed "Nurse Nelly" had just arrived and was unlocking her nurses station that was hidden behind the main door. Knowing that morning meds would soon be doing the rounds, Bianca reached into the deep pocket of her hooded sweater and popped a Sorvio Mint out of its packet. Bringing the mint out, she popped it into her mouth while noone was looking and continued watching the morning unfold before her.

The guy that called himself Lord Fattington walked in and made his way quickly to "his" chess table. He was a strange guy, one that was hard to figure out, but seemed nice enough. The same could not be said for Athalia however and Biancas lips twisted into a snarl at the appearance of the Blonde demon from hell tht was Athalia. Rolling her eyes, Bianca straightened her back and ignored Athalia as she draped herself over the T.V and babbled her usual insanity. Seeing what the drugs they were giving her had the potential of doing to her, Bianca sucked on the mint harder, making sure it got down to the right size in time. Bored by Athalias actions, Biancas jade green eyes roamed the room before glancing up towards the door once more as Derek appeared.

Derek was led into the recroom by two guards before they let go of him with a speed that could be classed as almost fearful. Jade green eyes watching unblinking from beneath her blue hood as she studied him, Bianca wondered where he had been the last few days. He was famous amongst the inmates for his escapes, and she knew that he had either managed to be gone for a few days before capture, or they had been torturing him this whole time. The thought caused her a great deal of sadness, though she did not know Derek that well at all. The two of them had a kind of unspoken battle of wits going on, their few conversations with each other filled with sarcasm and disdain for each other, though on Biancas side at least, the disdain was a mask for the admiration she felt for him. She too was working on her own escape, a tunnel that she had started to dig over three years ago. Curious and more than a litle frustrated to find out how Derek always managed to at least start an escape, she longed to have a serious conversation with him about it. The cameras, strategically placed microphones and guards however, made any sort of conversation about such topics impossible. Shifting in her seat slightly, she continued to watch him from underneath her blue hood.*


(( RP SESSION BETWEEN BIANCA AND DEREK))

*His eyes had already met the blue hooded figure that he knew to be Bianca. He knew of how they treated each other and he knew of her seemingly sour distaste for him. He rather had a slight attraction for her because of her wits and he was rather entertained and not insulted by her wits. He let his eys travel about as he reviewed his last escape in his mind. He used his bath time this time for escape. He figured that he might be able to set the water heater to critical by making the fire grow out of control and much to his surprise, he was able to do so. He ran out as the guards were surprised but he was met with the same blackening that always happened as he was close to getting from the complex. He sighed and watched as the doors closed again and he looked around giving friendly hellos where he could, he once again began to move with ease as he had not shown as he came in, he went straight to a chair, on the same side as Bianca but opposite of her and sat down.*


*It took all of her will and concentration to keep a slight smile of satisfaction from her lips as she saw Derek approach her and sit down opposite her chair. Nodding slightly to acknowledge his arrival, she murmered ~'morning Derek, nice to see your admirers could finally bare to relinquish their hold on you..~she tilted her head towards the two guards who were still standing inside the door, one of them was talking to the nurse on duty, while the other had his dark brown eyes fixed firmly on Bianca and Derek. Tempted to flip him the bird, she instead waved one slender hand, her wrist pivoting slightly so that in the end, her hand appeared to be shooing the guard away. Finally, he turned away from them, glanced quickly at the other inmates and left. Turning her attention back to Derek, she lowered her voice to just above a whisper. ~Where the hell have you been? Everyones been talking..~*


*He just grinned and chuckled as she spoke to him and he closed his eyes resting against the chair loving the semi-comfort that he got from sitting in this room* Morning..Well Bianca thats what happens when you get drunk taking a shower, you wake up in an uncomfortable position with two men standing around you, I'll tell you one thing, my ass really hurts. *He just grinned as he looked at the guard who was looking at them and as he turned away he just gave another small laugh and he listened closely to her as she spoke, he grinned* I was partying with the boys..They run things differently in our shower..*He gave another chuckle before he spoke seriously* Nah, I exploded the water boiler and made a run for it. Got rather far before I got shot.


*She rolled her eyes, a deep hearty chuckle bubbling from her pale pink lips as he spoke of his showering adventures with the guards. When he mentioned his ass being sore she laughed ~Remind me to get you a soap on a rope next Christmas... that way you wont have to be bending over in the shower again.~ She trailed off as he said he exploded the water boiler and got rather far before he got shot. ~You got shot?~ she whispered, her voice rising slightly. ~Where? Did it hurt?~ Bianca herself had been shot once before, though it had been in the side of the neck by some sick kids versian of a beebee gun. Still, she knew that real bullets must hurt alot more than the small silver pellet which had caused her throat to swell up and cut off her air supply. That careless stupid prank had nearly killed her when she was nine, and the thought of it brought back many other painful memories of lonliness and torture by the hands of peers as she had been growing up. Suprised to feel her eyes brimming with tears at the memories, she lowered her head slightly so that the top of her face was hidden beneath her hood.*


*He sat back against the chair trying to relax as much as he could since his frame had been forced into one position for an extended amount of time had caused his joints to lock and become stiff. This would be worked out shortly because his body was still young and healthy. He listened to her his eye brow raising before he turned around and touched her arm* Hey..It was just a dart gun. It was only a small prick of pain and then I woke up in darkness in that damn suit they always put me in. I doubt they would you know..*He cleared his throat mimicing machoness* Ruin an importance piece of research like me. *He turned back in his chair and sat back. He kept all of his real feelings inside feeling more like noone would know or care about his situation because he was in such a locked state. He wanted to be back out in the real world doing his old job and enjoying a good meal instead of the snot they served here.*


*She flinched slightly at his touch, not because she did not like it, but because she was so unused to any type of physical contact. Folding her arms in front her, she leaned back into the chair as far as she could go, offering a slight laugh to cover up her embarressment. ~Ahhh the dreaded dart gun.. Ive heard tales of it, but Ive never had to endure it thankfully..~ she nodded as he spoke of the suit they always put him in. ~Hey, dont knock it. Im sure that one day that suit of yours will be the talk of Milan.. I can just see Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell fighting over the chance to get to model it first...~ Nodding as he spoke of their unwillingness to kill such an important piece of research, she glanced around quickly at the guards to make sure they werent listening to the conversation. The guard that had first bought Derek to the rec room was now realy turning on the charm to the nurse as she giggled and moved around the room, handing out the morning meds. The other guard was nowhere to be seen, which suggested he was out in the hallway having his morning cigarette. Just because neither appeared to be listening did not mean that their conversation wasnt being recorded, therefore Bianca chose her words carefully. ~Yes, although I often wonder if the tests will ever end? I mean.. there is only so much data we can supply them with, and then.. what happens to us? To they just say thanks for the memories and show us on our way, or do we join that big psych ward in the sky?~*


*He continued his thoughts of what it ould be like to be his old self. He didnt murder anyone save his lawyer but..Who liked lawyers anyways? He laughed at the thought and turned closer to her to listen to her as she spoke and he laughed as she spoke of his suit* Yes, I'm sure a full line will be made off the concept and Victoria's Secret will make an angel underwear line also, I'll be rich over night. *He laughed once again and he listened to only the silence in his general air and when he finally was able to listen to her, he decided to be a smartass at first* Well maybe they will breed us, I hope I get first dibs..*He laughs once before regaining his composure..* Nope, they will either kill us or we will be turned into weapons. My personal guess on things m'dear. I dont think there is a chance of this becoming a memory unless we are able to escape, which I personally hope to do.


Although she nodded and felt a slight glimmer of hope at his intention of escaping, she grimaced as he spoke of being made into weapons, as it was her ultimate fear. She had been here too long to not wonder what exactly this place was, and why it had been created. Although she had realised early on that it was a facility to test their abilities as well as supposedly "treat and cure" them, she knew that there was something more sinister at work. She just didnt know what. Nodding and laughing absently at the thought of them "breeding us" as Derek had just said, Bianca shook her head while rolling her eyes. ~Oh heavens no! Can you imagine the product if they breeded you and I for example? A dark haired little angel with the ability of controlling fire, telekineses and whatever else it is that we may do..~ The thought chilled the blood in her veins as she leaned in closer to him. With her voice barely a whisper, she spoke quickly as the idea overcame her, not realy caring whether he could hear her or not. ~Its actually terrifying if you think about it. Yeah.. some of us have some abilities that arent of the norm around here... okay, I get that. But if they breed us.. I mean seriously produce an offspring with the abilities of both their parents? And then train those children to be weapons??~ her breathing started coming in ragged little pants as the full potential of her at first, random thought, took complete controll of her thought patterns. As her chair and the tv that stood not far from them began to rattle as they shook back and forth, she slowly regained her composure and sat back in her chair, her jade green eyes wide open with shock and fear*

[Catrux]

Instinctively Lord Fattington's hand went to thrust out and catch the falling pieces, just as quickly he caught himself. I have to remember to act sedated....soon they will be in a false sense of security, then I will make my escape from this hell hole.

He never bothered to learn the other patients name's, he didn't believe he would be staying long enough to need them, and he had a horrible memory span not due to drugs or anything just one of his downfalls. First this woman scatters the chess pieces then attempts to seduce me? She is quite an attractive woman....a concieted one as well.

It was rare that Lord Fattington spoke, aside from during chess, but at this time he felt obliged to comment. "Ah how beauty doth foster conciet." He threw his head back as he leaned backwards on the chair to look at her, giving off the impression of a mad poet. He then with great agility, turned over in his chair so that his head was resting on the back of the chair, facing her. "Pray tell, how doth one know what a mind such as mine may conjur up?" He continued to act as a mad poet.

His eyes darted toward the man brought in by guards. After he was released he sat across from another inmate he had never spoken to. Knowing that any piece of information he could gather may prove usefull, Lord Fattington listened in on their conversation. He made sure not to make it seem obvious.

He sat perfectly still, then snapped, or at least thats what it would seem to have been since the guards and doctors thought him incapable of such high thinking skills. His target was the guard hitting on a nurse. Quickly he modified his body so that he had more arm strength, much more. He picked up a folding chair and launched it at the guard, as soon as the chair was thrown he reverted into his Ferret form and darted off.

Come on people, either fight or get in their way. He knew where the cameras were and where their blindspots, for a creature of his now small size, were. He didn't think he would be able to escape this time, but once they thought all they were dealing with was a man who could become a ferret, then HE would have some fun, then HE would escape.

[Tanasha Arati]

:~:For the first time in three days, Tanasha was free to roam the recreation room with the other “well-behaveds” after an extended stint in lock-down. Fresh from the shower, her damp scarlet mane was pulled tightly back in a thick ponytail to reveal a variety of new injuries covering her face and neck. The map of purplish-black bruises and angry, red cuts and scrapes seemed all the more vivid against the milk white of her skin. The swelling around her blackened, left eye had gone down just enough that she could now see out of it, while the vicious split in her upper lip had healed up enough to cease bleeding and the lip itself had also returned to near normal size. The bruises and scrapes, old and new, continued on her arms and beneath the bright blue coveralls that were her trademark. At some point in her 9 year stay at Parasych Parks she’d learned to age bruises by the extent of their yellowish tinge; however, it would be awhile before she forgot the date of her newest ones. Miraculously, considering the number of bones broken in the scuffle, none of them were hers. Still, the hot water of the shower had been a torturous experience all on its own- not that she would ever admit it- and had been a fine reminder that you needn’t break anything to hurt like hell.

Hands sunk deep into her pockets, Tanasha strolled into the rec room with the arrogance of a woman in a leather duster and heeled boots to match instead of fireproof coveralls and treaded socks. The sea of faces, belonging to patients, guards, and nurses, meant little to her. Though she knew or, at least, knew of everyone in the room currently, she had found companionship in only one of them. The guards, particularly one of the two hovering over by the nurses’ station, were not only her playthings but also a great outlet for her pent up aggression. She made it a point to start a brawl at least once a month and therefore spent anywhere from 1 to 7 days being sternly disciplined in one manner or another. The type of punishment used this time was evident in the restraint-shaped burns circling each wrist. Pausing to watch one of her most recent victims, she grinned nastily when the guard looked up from the nurse he was speaking with and spotted her. His unmistakable look of discomfort brought back pleasant memories of their last encounter when, while struggling with the army of orderlies and guards working to restrain her, she’d pulled off a prime groin shot that put him down for the rest of the fight. It was a wonder to her, and perhaps to him as well, that he hadn’t coughed up and choked on his testicles. There was always next time. For his benefit, she eased her hands from the pockets they’d been resting and cracked already tender knuckles. When his hand shifted nervously downward it was hard to tell whether he was going for his radio and back-up or his crotch to protect against another attack. With a cruel snicker, Tanasha turned abruptly and navigated around the many “crazies”- or so she liked to call them- standing between her and the couch where she was most likely to find Crash.

Crash, or Athalia as she was known to most everyone else, was on the couch as Tanasha had predicted. Exactly what she was doing was still a mystery. At the rate the demented angel was descending into madness, it was likely to stay that way. Perched on the arm of the couch, she rolled her neck and shoulders slowly in a failed attempt to ease out the stiffness. Every inch of her might hurt, but every second of it was worth it if only for the unease with which the guards now watched her. Bringing one heel up to rest on the seat with her, she draped her arms over her bent knee and studied the upside-down woman. With a quick, uncharacteristic act of kindness, she caught the hem of Crash’s nightgown and adjusted it to cover her fully despite the awkward position in which she lay before returning her arms to their previous position.:~:

That more comfortable than it looks? Must be an angel thing. Rough night, Crash?[/b]

[aresius]

Aresius watched from his office at the goings on in the recreation room. THere were camers that not every inmate new about, indeed, he was going to 'reward' the inmates with a bit of time outside when they earend it, instead of being in the rec room. Granted the reasons behind this was to move cameras around, add more, remove some, the ones added would be a mix of either obvious or hidden depending on how he felt the need.

His eyes narrowed as he watched and listened to Athalia's escapade, eyeing her for a moment then spoke into his wireless mic. "Limit Athalia's drugs and sedatives...see what it does to her. She is of no use if she is completely insane...if she is, we will find out where to go from there." He knew from experiance that the patients actions could be just that, an act. He took nothing at face value, and always watched for what was hidden. He had enough guards to watch the obvious. He always found it amusing when he caught the patients in their attempts to escape.

For Aresius, it was a game to let them think they were on the verge of escaping then searching their rooms for contraband randomly, so they would have to destroy what they were working on. His eyes narrowed as he watched Tanasha. This one was a trouble maker. Far more so than most of the patients here. Where as most either degenerated to the point Athalia had, or tried to escape, a few accepted it in hopes that if they co operated and he found what he was looking for they would be let go. An even fewer number tried to make life as miserable for the guards, themselves, and him, as possible. Tanasha was one of the latter. He gave her a bit more leniancy, because she was the first firestarter he had been able to get his hands on, and wanted to know how she did whad she did.

He shook his head, the patients would brake eventually, they always did. If they continued to try to escape, or caused too much trouble he would kill the patients if need be...Glancing up at the clock statiioned over his desk and the virtual wall of computer monitors he decided it was time to make himself known. Eyeing the cameras one more time Aresius paused. Unlike most institutions who divided cameras up between each screen, he felt that smaller screens and four on one monitor was too distracting, so he had each of the cameras with their own monitor.

Aresius headed downstairs towards the rec room thinking "Later today we will do a random search of one of the patients, choose one and conduct it.."

[Athalia Mischavitch]

All Athalia managed to do while Lord Fattington spoke to her was smile sweetly, her long blonde tendrils of hair were touching the dirty floor but she didn't seem to mind as she started at Fattington intensely

"Ah how beauty doth foster conceit."

Athalia smiled sweetly, as conceded as it sounded she knew she was the most beautiful girl in the entire asylum. She replied cryptically

"God called for Adam, who replied: "I heard thy voice in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked; and I hid myself." God answered: "Who told thee that thou wast naked? Hast thou eaten of the tree, whereof I commanded thee that thou shouldest not eat?"

She waited, continued staring into Fattington's eyes unflinching

"Pray tell, how doth one know what a mind such as mine may conjure up?"

She smiled again

"A mind such as yours isn't hard to read what may or may not conjure in a day…"

Athalia didn't seem at all surprised when Lord Fattington vanished into the form of a smelly rodent, she simply sighed

"Everyone leaves me…"

She lifted her head though as she felt a presence enter the room, dark and powerful, looking up she was relieved to see it was her only friend, battered and bruised.

"Sticks and Stones will break your bones… But fire will never hurts you"

She managed to croak out, her usually snow white skin was deeply reddened at the cheeks matching her dark red lips.

"That more comfortable than it looks? Must be an angel thing. Rough night, Crash?"

Athalia turned her attention to her old friend and smiled sweetly, her attitude instantly changed again, she resembled a child.

"Ta, They stabbed and slayed me with their spear of Longinus and crucified me"

Tears ran down Athalia's red cheeks and she ran a delicate long finger against one of Ta's more darker bruises on her arm

"They took you away and locked you in the cave, with a sheet over your body, but you were resurrected seven days later. One, two, three, four, five, six seven, they think your a sociopath...".

Athalia finally lifted herself up so she was sitting on the couch instead of lying on it upside down, she let her head rest against Ta's shoulder, she pointed to Bianca accusingly

"She thinks ill of me…"

She said simply her gaze never faltering off Bianca. She continued to talk quietly to, more to herself than to Tanasha

"He watches from his Ivory Tower, thinks it's heaven and he's the Lord, but he should burn in Lucifers realm... Like me..."

Athalia slammed her herself across the head with the palm her hand several times while she continued to weep silently for apparently no reason.

[THE MONKEY]

Josh finally entered the rec. room for his morning meds. A moist towel was draped around his neck, and he wore a pair of white patient pants and slippers. As he entered, he nearly stepped on poor Lord Fattington, or who he presumed to be Lord Fattington, anyway, since a small ferret was not often found in the rec. room unless Lord Fattington had a hand in it. He lifted a foot as the rodent ran under him.

"And what mischief are you to this morning, friend? Shall I have no-one to enjoy a game of chess with?" frowned Josh. Unfortunately, his question was left unanswered as the guard who was hit with a flying folding chair reacted violently with a nightstick, presuming Josh was the one who threw said chair (as at the moment only Josh would have been capable). Josh accepted the angry nightstick to his toned abdomen without flinching, and politely held the door open for Fattington.

The nightstick cracked against his skull this time, splitting the hardened wood. Josh casually blinked and looked to the guard who was about to call for backup. Things were about to get messy. Josh sighed. He hadn’t even had breakfast yet. His fist deftly struck out at the guard, knocking some sense out of the man. Josh knew he would have been targeted, anyway, just for standing there.

[Catrux]

Dispite knowing that Josh was capable of handling himself, Lord Fattington felt compelled to make sure he didn't take the blame. Instead of scurrying out the door as he originally planned, he quickly turned and sank his teeth into the guards leg. After Josh knocked him out Lord Fattington scampered up the guards limp body and unleashed Ferret-Havoc on the radio. (For those of you that may be wondering what is Ferret-Havoc, think Pirate+Ninja+Most deadly scarry thing you can think of+Cute Fuzzy Packaging.)

After he felt satisfied with the state of the radio, he resumed his humanoid form. "Yes I would fancy a game of chess." He then walked as though nothing had just occured and began resetting the pieces upon the the board. A guard started to approach him and Josh, Lord Fattington turned to face him and hissed an odd mix of snake and ferret, to which the man backed away. The guards knew better than to interupt The Monkey and Lord Fattington's chess games.

"I believe the first move belongs to you." Lord Fattington stated once the pieces were all in place. Not only did their chess games serve as entertainment but as a form of communication as well. Each of the pieces ment various things, each phrase the uttered during the game held importance, well not all of them did some are just used to throw off any evesdropper. The two of them had been plotting, they were going to escape. When, they had yet to decide along with how.

[Tanasha Arati]

I am a sociopath, Crash. That’s what all their psycho-bullshit tests say anyways. No sheet in that cave either. Just a lot of straps.

:~:Pale green eyes followed Athalia’s delicate finger with mild interest as it traced one of the many bruises darkening her arms, though Tanasha did not flinch or pull away. Despite the ex-angel’s ability to make the least amount of sense per sentence possible, Tanasha seemed to have an advantage over everyone else, be they staff or patient, in understanding the incoherent ramblings. She didn’t like to consider what that said for her own sanity. Rather than ponder whether or not she was as unstable as her hospital records suggested, she seized the next available distraction and pinned the latest object of Crash’s interest with an icy stare. Because Bianca seemed caught up in conversation with another, newer patient, Tanasha quickly grew bored enough with staring to turn her attention back on the woman resting against her shoulder. There wasn’t a soul in the all of the world much less the hospital aside from the lost soul that was Athalia who would have been granted the same privilege. Bianca was in for life anyways, which left plenty of time for future glaring.

With some effort and using only the foot on the floor to steady them, she shifted into a slightly more comfortable position and stared down into a tousled mess of white blonde tresses. It was only when Crash began to pound her own forehead that Tanasha found cause to move again and she caught and held the hand firmly in her own to prevent any injury. The last thing the distraught angel needed was more drugs and yet another day spent tied to her bed. She took a quick look around to make sure they had no unneeded guard/nurse attention, then learned forward to speak quietly into the weeping woman’s ear:~:

Well we think ill of her too, right? Way I see it that makes us all even. Tell you what, tell me where that Ivory Tower he’s hiding in is and I’ll set it on fire. He can burn before he even gets to Hell.

:~:Comforting Crash was always a bit hit or miss. She could only ever hope that she’d say the right thing at the right time to earn a positive reaction from someone capable of so very many different and equally unexpected reactions. A chair connecting with what had to be a guard somewhere behind them caused an amused smirk to cross her lips. Moving only her head, Tanasha glanced back in time to see Josh get it with the nightstick. Of all the nuts in this nuthouse, he was probably overqualified for the task of guard-bashing. Had circumstances been different with the sobbing ex-angel slumped over something not Tanasha’s shoulder, she might have strolled into battle. This desire to fight was due more to an undying urge to pummel than any real need to protect. For one thing, it would be wise to let her current injuries heal before adding new ones. Past experience cautioned that she keep the number of bruise layers to three or under if possible, as anything higher usually made sleeping difficult. For another, beating on the hospital staff was the given right of every patient and it was only fair that she not steal anyone else’s fun. Lastly, once in awhile it was enjoyable just to watch the chaos ensue from the sidelines. That said, the relatively peaceful conclusion to the encounter was sorely disappointing. Chess was not worth craning her stiff neck to see, so Tanasha once again turned away to continue the “conversation” with Crash.:~:

[Bianca Bartlett]

*From the corner of her jade eyes, Bianca saw Lord Fattington lingering nearby and she quickly ended the conversation. Tilting her head slowly to the side to let Derek know they had company, she watched as first Tanasha and then Josh entered the rec. room. While the first was intriguing in her own right, the sight of Josh could not help but bring a small furrow of confusion to wrinkle her normally smooth forehead. He was a strange fellow, nearly as strange as his friend Lord Fattington, and Bianca shrugged slightly as she realised she really didn’t know too much about either of them. As she watched however, she was treated to an insight of Lord Fattington as he threw a chair at the guard, before turning himself into some small fury creature. Josh himself became the suspect of the offending chair, and Bianca had a hard time deciding on which scene she preferred to watch: Josh being beaten by the guard, or Lord Fattington in his ferret form being trampled upon by some careless soles. Giving into her sadistic tendencies, she eagerly anticipated the upcoming battle between Josh and the guards. She was disappointed however by the sudden reappearance of Lord Fattington and the beginning of what looked to be another long chess session for the two friends. Rolling her eyes, Bianca sighed and continued to make small talk with Derek. It was only when she felt eyes upon her, did she turn her attention back to Tanasha.

Tanasha sat on the couch not far from Bianca, with the twisted soul that was Athalia sprawled beside her. She felt Athalia’s hatred toward her, as pure as if it was poison. Thoughts of hatred, jealousy, rage, pain.. they all washed over her with an agonising quickness as she focused her attention on the pale female. Shaking her head sadly, she murmered ~Such a sad, twisted soul..~ before her dazzling green eyes turned to Tanasha. A slender dark brow arched perilously above one jade orb as she studied the girl carefully. Tanasha was an interesting piece of the puzzle… the mysterious X factor, as far as Bianca was concerned. There was something about her that didn’t sit well with Bianca, prompting her to keep the girl at arms length while still welcoming her into the fold. The old saying, ‘keep your loved ones close, and your enemies closer” had never rung more true and Bianca offered the girl a smirk should she happen to lay her eyes upon her once more.

The nurse had recovered easily from the past disturbance as well as the guards’ attentions, and was now walking around passing out the morning medication. Sucking furiously on her mint, Bianca got it down to just the right size before she turned and smiled at the Nurse. ~Top of the morning to ye lassie!~ She crowed, as the nurse handed her the white pill. Knocking back the offer of the paper cup of water, Bianca used the tip of her tongue to poke her mint up to sit on the gum of her top jaw. Wedged in between her gum and lip, the mint could not be swallowed. After opening up her mouth and saying ~Ahhhhh~ she popped the pill into her mouth. From years of experience, she moved with such a speed that she had used her tongue to swap the pill for the tablet before she opened her mouth to growl ~ahhhhhhh~ as she stuck her tongue out so the nurse could see the mint that was now sitting firmly on her tongue. Following the nurses instructions, she swallowed the mint, opening her mouth again to show the nurse an empty mouth. As soon as the nurse went on to administer the other patients medications, Bianca coughed. Covering her mouth with her hand as she coughed, she spat the offending pill out which was quickly becoming acidic and dissolving against her top gum. Slipping both hands into the pockets of her blue hooded sweater, Bianca’s nimble fingers grasped the tissue she had put there for such a purpose, and wrapped the pill up loosely in the tissue. She then pulled the tissue out of the pocket, pretended to sneeze and wipe her nose, and then wadded the tissue up into a small little ball. Shooting it like a basketball into a hoop, she threw the tissue into a nearby wastebasket.

~ She shoots! She scores!~ *

[Athalia Mischavitch]

Athalia allowed her hand to be held by Tanasha as much as she wanted to continue pounding her own head, trying to shake everything into place so she can start making sense again but the touch was oddly calming, letting her hand drop she continued to rest on Tanasha.
The nurse came around with the usual amount of pills checking off her list as she moved with the tray, she stopped at the couch, Athalia noted how Tanasha was never approached, never given any pills. That in itself was odd, why was she being missed. Even in Athalia's twisted mind she knew this couldn't mean anything good. Athalia took the water and the pills; she slipped them into her mouth and drank a sip of water, sticking out her tongue she moved it up and down to show she had swallowed the water. As the nurse left Athalia reached into her mouth and pulled out the small capsules, she stuffed them behind the couch. She watched with something that could be considered amusement as the men and woman around her all did similar things, they each had there individual tricks and charades of hiding their meds.

Athalia ran her hands through her long knotted hair, she tied it in a makeshift knot behind her head highin a messy ponytail. She felt a wave of pity wash over her, her savage gaze turned once again to Bianca, she smiled sweetly and blew her a kiss, a rose among thorns. Athalia turned her head in a silent question; she had been given a different pill this time, romr all the others times… She wondered to herself why exactly?. The Image of the Ivory Tower shook through her psyche. She had been at the Asylum for almost 20 years… or was it 10? 15? She wasn't positive the first couple of years were spent in darkness, mute and terrified it was only since Tanasha arrived had she actually started speaking and done upstairs shifted and changed as time moved new faces came and took control, old faces left. Athalia wondered with dread when it would be her turn to leave… and what did leaving mean exactly.

"The Tower crumbles as all things will, bolt of lighting shoot through the sky, god's hand. The tower falls, people fall, death and disillusion follows"

Athalia said softly to Tanasha, her gaze was forever moving from person to person, feeling foreign emotions wash over her in sickly feeling in her stomach, to simply sit next to someone or watch them would change her personality and moods sometimes, She straightened herself up so she was no longer resting on Tanasha, she pulled her legs in under her and sat on the couch, her back resting on one of the armchairs.

"Why must the world keep moving when I am stagnant…?"

She said softly and cryptically

"I'm bored…"

It was easy to tell the difference between Athalia high on the drugs she was pumped full of and going without, she wasn't exactly sane without them, but her moods were slightly more stable, Athalia once again turned her attention back to Bianca, with a wave of her hands the air directly in front of Athalia seemed to ripple like a wave, there was a slight golden hue in the air and the bin was knocked over with a slight tap

"You missed…"

She said with a grin, turning back to Tanasha she smiled wickedly and licked her red lips.

[The Joshness ™]

"I cant breath! Its so hot!!" His cries could be hear from the doors of The 7th Circle, that circle being a pun of his own derived from 'The 7th Circle of Hell'. "I cant breath! Im dying, and i can smell my body rotting already, i swear to god im taking you all with me!" That smell would be 2 1/2 days of shit piled around him.
~No you wont~
"Yes i will! But first im going to hunt your families down, kill them, and fuck their eye sockets until they LIKE it!! Ohhh how they will like it. How they will scream your name in vain, for you caused this! Its your fault!"
~Forgive me~
"Please....i cant breath, the heat, its so bad. I can see anything and im so cramped in here, i cant stand it. Im sorry, i really am, can you take me out of here now? I will be good."
~Die~
Stone screams in hoarse voice that echoes through his small chamber and throughout his surroundings. Such a pity, he is so very unstable and uncontrollable, but lock him in that hole and he would off anyone for any reason or do just about anything you offered if you promised to free him.

"Alexander, can you hear me?" There is a shadow blocking the light from his only link to the living realm "Yes. Are you going to let me out now?" ~No~ "Do you promise you will behave again? If you lie, and misbehave again, its going to be 4 days next time." Stone slams his fist through the darkness onto the wall "No! I promise! I will behave! I will!" There was whispering outside the door and he couldn't make it out, not in this frantic state. ~They are going to kill you, you know.~ "Agh! C'mon people! Let me out! Im rotting!" Stone didn't have a second personality, or a split one even. That constant voice offering him death and hatred is his conscious, though not a being of its own, always manage to track him down in the Box. Always.

There was a click, the door opening quickly and Stone frantically scrambles out of it onto the ground before a pair of burly Orderlies who snatch him up by the arms and carry him off. The entire way there Stone breaths deep and heavy, taking in the oxygen and fresh air very greedily "You really did a number on that guy, you know. He was a friend of mine...." There was malice in his voice, directed at Stone very precisely as they moved him through the hallways towards the wash room, to be cleaned up and checked by the doc's for infection before releasing him to the Rec room. The other Orderly was silent and ever grinning. Upon entering the Shower room, the toss Stone to the ground rather roughly and slam the door shut behind them.

~Well doesn't this have bad news written all over it?~

The Camera's set up in here, without a doubt, were deactivated. He knew this for when he peered up at Malice and Grins while they casually drew their Batons. He knew what would become of this "If you smart, you'd turn the water on, let me shower-" Stone hesitated momentarily before finishing "and apologize". The look on his face was shallow and full of laughter hidden from them. Like change at the bottom of a shallow fountain, glittering in the high noon sunlight. Wham! The first blow ran across his shoulder, then the rest followed in the normal rhythm. They were at 5 before they stopped to make sure they had not struck his face "Sorry!" They burst into laughter, but for little did they know that the Camera so idly standing behind them with that tiny red light flickering.

~Revenge, take it.~

"Self Defense." was all Stone said, later they would discover Stone had restored the power to the Camera through his own means, they would know this after they were revived. His grin, stretched wider than the monsters from your childhood nightmares. In a clear decisive moment, all fear and rejoice for freedom fled from him, replaced by that Emotion. And the carnage that follows it. Those eyes of his could pollute the clearest of minds, eye contact with Stone when the Emotion rose in him was considered a death warrant. And these two retards had no idea the depth of shit they had buried themselves in.

For a brief moment Stone grew rigid and still, then he released 2 1/2 days worth of stored up Love into the fellows in on single explosion of electricity, arching from his chest to the two of them instantly. This lasted for a near 5 seconds, their bodies contorting and writhing about before collapsing when their joint sand muscles lost all control and structure. They hit the ground smoking, their cloths partially burnt and the puffiness of their fried skin backed by a deep reddish tint. "Did you like that, motherfaces?!" Still covered in his own urine and shit, he crawls over to them on his hands and knees to inspect his work. The light on the Camera faded, just as he figured these two would, into death.

~ Alive, they aren't good enough for death.~

"That they are, next time i just need to grab them by the necks and do it." He nods, losing the grin and replacing it with this hungry look, an almost primal Lust."They will be here in a few minutes.....we have to make this brief..." Malice didn't feel anything, they were deep in a unconscious state by now, but he would. Savagely Stone jams his thumb deep into the right eye socket of Malice, twisting it among the torn flesh and yanking it out, bringing with it his eyeball and all removable contents of the sockets. By now, the blood and gore of this foolish mans face has given Stone a stiffy, still caked in his own feces. Without hesitation, he inserts the head of his penis into the mans eye socket and begins to roughly fuck it against the floor with all of his force. He loved the way it felt, the muscles abused and tightening in pain even while he was unaware of it, the hard bone adding resistance, causing him to go faster and harder.

About that time the door had blew open in mid-hump. And out went Stones lights. He awoke being drug into the Rec room by his shoulders. Washed and clothed "How long have i been out, cocksuckers?" The doctor following behind him "A little over an hour." He had not mentioned the shower incident. No doubt they couldn't punish him, why would they? That guy was obviously asking for it.

~And you pretty much left the other guy alone, except for him being crispy fried.~

The orderlies had let Stone go by now, leaving him on the floor "We will except you to be well behaved, a Saint among Demons OR you can go back to the Box right now and we'll forget about you all together." Stone paid good attention to him, he knew they wouldn't do that deep inside, but at the same time deep inside that was his greatest fear....so hot...so confined....never again "Ok.....you got your Saint.....by the way, say hi to Malice for me!" They wouldn't completely understand, but they were the only ones in the room who even knew what was being discussed.

Rising to his feet, Stone faces his fellow inmates "Back to the 7th Circle once more......"

(Not the best, but im tired and if its really crappy enough, i will do it over.)

[Bianca Bartlett]

*Bianca’s jade eyes glowed slightly as her left brow arched dramatically in response to the sudden appearance of the rippling wave before her, the golden hue of the air and the coinciding knock over of the bin. The psychotic twit with the blonde hair was obviously the culprit as she smiled at Bianca and said ~you missed.~

Slightly taken aback, Bianca felt her eyes darken as the turned over bin began to rattle on the floor. ~That’s a matter of opinion.. ~ she hissed and was just about to send the metal wastebasket on a collision course with Athalia’s head when the appearance of a guard beside her caught her attention. Immediately the bin ceased to move, the anger she felt towards Athalia temporarily abated, and she smiled up sweetly at the guard who resembled a pig with his triple chins and greasy skin. Just as she was about to protest her innocence and point out it had been Athalia that had used her “skills” and not Bianca herself, the guard grunted that it was time for her to see the doctor.

Confused, and somewhat amazed that Athalias unauthorised use of her talents had gone unnoticed, Bianca nodded and offered Derek a slight wave before she shrugged and climbed out of her chair. Deliberately walking past Athalia and Tanasha sprawled on the sofa, Bianca kicked the metal wastebin with her foot, sending it over to the sofa where it would either hit one of the girls on the foot or bounce harmlessly off the bottom of the couch. Adjusting her hood so that it obscured most of her face from view, she then buried her hands deep within her pockets as she strolled out of the rec room with the fat pig of a guard in tow.

Once out of view of the rest of the residents left behind in the rec room, the guard used the privacy of the empty corridor as an opportunity to cop a grope of Bianca’s ass. Rolling her eyes to the ceiling above her, she took note of the flickering red light that showed the camera in the corner was recording her every move. It was important for them not to know too much about her abilities; therefore she had to be careful about how she reacted. Gritting her teeth, Bianca spoke in a low hissing voice.

~If you touch me again you disgusting fat pig, I will personally guarantee you that every single one of your fingers will end up sticking out of your asshole…~ the guard laughed and reached for her ass again. This time however, she was ready for him and spun around with a surprising speed and agility to grab his hand. Bending it back at the wrist, she felt it snap and watched with sick glee as she saw one bone actually begin to penetrate the skin as the guard screamed and dropped to the floor.

~You’re lucky you didn’t actually TOUCH me, or I would have had to make good on my promise.. don’t wory about walking me the rest of the way, I think I can find my own way there..~ Applying just a bit more pressure to his already swelling wrist, she bent it back a bit more, taking great delight in the sound of crunching bones before she dropped his arm and stalked off down the corridor. As she passed under the camera, she smiled up at the lens and mouthed the words SELF DEFENCE before she turned the corner.

Although she had used her natural strength and not her special abilities, Bianca still rubbed her temple as she walked. Her headaches had been increasing lately, as had the nosebleeds, and she was actually looking forward to her visit with the doctor. Dr. Berlin had promised her that they would find the cause of her headaches, and in turn, cure them. While she had not made good as of yet on this promise, Bianca still had hope that she would.

Dr. Berlin’s office was two doors down, and she checked behind her to see if she had been followed before she knocked on the door. Without waiting for a reply, she opened the door and walked inside. *