Morning Madness - (not for the light hearted)

[Cinlass]

Sestin smiled and looked down at her suit.He didn't hate people like Greylin did,in fact any lass he could get his hands on would do for him.He layed his hand on her leg and smiled at her.

"Believe me lass ye donna make me fear ye even if I did ken yer problem."He laughed a full thoarted laugh that screamed pure masculinity.He leaned in for a kiss even though he knew he would be in trouble for it.When he was mere inches from her the quick change taht came with becoming Jewl again came.

When Jewl became Greylin his thoart hurt.When Greylin became Jewl his head hurt.When Jewl became Sestin his whole body thrashed.When Sestin became Jewl it was a smooth transfer.

Jewl pulled away from her and back to the other end of the couch."What the fuck is your problem Sestin."He yelled obvoiusly to himself."Can you not leave anyone alone."Jewl started beating himself and choking.He was going to kill this other being inside him that in a way didn't exist.

He rolled to the and slammed his hands against the floor.The blood from his knuckles started flying everytime he struck the ground.Then he slammed his head against the floor the breaking open his head and going unconscienous.

[† The Jaxness †]

*~*Looking down at the hand he placed upon her leg, she raised her eyebrows. With the smile he gave her, she gave a sly one back, thinking ‘if only I wasn’t wearing this damn suit.’

At his masculine laugh, she rolled her eyes fallowed by a deep sigh, but before she could reply to his remark about not fearing her, he began to lean in, as if for a kiss.

Blinking out of surprise, she was about to pull back when a truly evil thought entered her mind. Eyeing the skin on his face, she contemplated about touching her skin to his, feeling the connection between 2 people for the first time in weeks since she was caught and brought to this place. The greatest of victory thoughts filled her head, and she began to lean in towards him, only thinking of what it would be like to once again control the thoughts and images entering his mind.

But before closing that last inch, he pulled back to the other end of the couch. Opening her eyes a bit wide, she listened attentively as he talked to himself, cursing as if to another person. Though it didn’t phase her, for she thought again of Jewl having multiple personalities, though she didn’t have quite enough time to find out how many. Backing up a bit more on the couch, she stared while he began to beat and choke himself, obviously showing his hate towards the other people in his head.

While he fell and rolled around on the floor, she leaned over a bit to watch, taking amusement in the show. Sitting back and smiling, she sighed and contemplated about what kind of fun she could bring from this.

As he began to slam his fists and head into the floor, his broke his head open, squirts of blood coming up onto the couch and on her white suit. Clapping in glee in hopefully being given new apparel, several orderlies came rushing in, looking down upon the unconscious body.

She watched with a sadistic smile as they nodded and spoke amongst themselves, arguing about who got to clean up the mess this time, since one of them cleaned up after “that psycho, Stone”. The name flicked a bit of interest in her, but she nodded the thought off for now as she waited to see what they were going to do with the unconscious man. *~*

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clickity-clack, clickity-clack, clickity-clack, click...

The twin metal balls ceased their rhythmic rapping. Clawed fingers gently set the pair in their velvet case under the soft glow of closed-circuit television. With a soft snap, the jade box was closed and slid aside on the black marble desk. White linen sleeves folded together briefly, diamond cufflinks gently clinking against the stone. A single finger firmly pressed a red button on a solitary console, resounding with an electric buzzer noise.

The orderlies were about to toss Stone into the washroom, when their radios clicked to life on their belts, ceasing their movements.

“Breaker breaker, this is dispatch,” crackled the radios simultaneously, “Charlie Bravo Zero and Alpha X-ray Niner, take Pebble to quarantine immediately. I repeat, quarantine Pebble. No questions, boys, this is a direct order.”

With a grunt of dissatisfaction, the orderlies began dragging Stone in the opposite direction. He’d been heard, and it would be in his best interest now if he remained calm. The rough tugging on his arms was indication enough. If he went without problem, he would be dragged down a series of winding hallways, and tossed none-to-gently into a room rarely, if ever, seen by any of the inmates.

Unlike most psychiatric wards, this room was entirely metal. Bare save for small impressions of various shapes and sizes around the interior on every surface, the room was roughly the size of a kitchen. Bright fluorescent lamps lit the room from holes in the ceiling. The doors slammed shut, and hissed quietly as they sealed. His bonds mysteriously fell free of their own accord.

[The Joshness ™]

Stone is Insane, he's definitely one of the biggest wackjobs this place will ever come to know, but he is under no circumstance stupid. When the guards receive their orders and their path (One h has become to know by heart) changes for a new one he has never been carried through. He does not fight them, but allows them to drag him effortlessly down the various hallways and corridors. These things seem to fill the entire complex, its odd how 98% of these rooms house things they aren't even allowed to see.

~Do you seriously plan on telling them? After all the planning, after all the Building!?~

What choice did he have? Why not?? He runs these things over through his head continously. The pen that bitch stabbed him with throbs with never ceasing pain, its a wonder it even stopped bleeding on its own. Its and even bigger wonder how these brainiacs didn't notice it. If they did, they apparently didn't care. At the same time, Stone is glad they don't notice. It almost makes him hard just knowing that he was a moment away from death, and still has the weapon as a trophy.

Now they come upon the room "In ya go, Stone" ~Attitude change??~ and without resistance he went in, restraints leaving his arms and the such regaining his freedom....sorta. They had sealed him up, and left him in this eerie room that he has never seen before, which he takes as both a good thing and a bad one. "Athalia...." Stones gaze meets the swollen and wrecked arm "...the passion she hates me with..." His eyes become wide and glossy when his fingers tightly wrap themselves around the still exposed end of the pen. Ever so slowly does Stone pull the pen out, letting the fresh aggravated wound tear and re open around the weapon as the pen slides through torn muscle and exposed flesh.

His entire figure, every hair, every flake of skin, even his breath filled with the moisture of his breath, becomes static. There is nothing but pure and unadulterated joy all over hsi face as he throws his head back, violently twisting the pen to the left as to push itself up under he muscle itself. Stone emits a hoarse moan of pleasure giving one final whip of the pen removing it completely allowing a stream of blood the splatter on the floor at his feet. The electric charge it holds is no longer invisible, his blood almost glows with it now.

It seems, the longer he is forced to hold in his little ability, and the longer he spends around other people, the more it comes to the surface out of necessity. "Now, im going to go ahead and guess that you are without a doubt monitoring me in every way your equipment can." He turns slowly to gaze about the room, his greatly wounded arm oozing even more blood now but as it swells and becomes aggravated, it slows down its flow. Every drop of this substance, though, looks as if it could knock you out. It shines and arches to his body until it hits the ground where it explodes in a small white flash. The electricity itself gone but the blood remains...it seems as if only a mass of his blood retains his bioelectric current for any length of time.

"Im pretty sure you are vague on ideas on what i was talking about. When those moronic Swat members raided my home and destroyed...them....they also destroyed all my computers. But the police and every government division involved already discovered how i made the ones in my home. No, what i offer you, is something nobody could reconstruct from the rubble. That one station they said was routed to the cities Electric company. Im here to discuss with you....The Collection..." Yes, he is going to do it. He is actually putting his life's work up for grabs and directly into the hands of The Big Bad....what is Stone up to?

[Bianca Bartlett]

(RPing session between Bianca and THE MONKEY)

THE MONKEY : Josh slipped his hand away from the napkin, leaving it in Bianca’s care. He gave her an uncharacteristic smile, albeit a small one. His eyes slipped back to his gruel, and he continued eating without question or problem, knowing she’d get the message. He glanced around at the rest of the room, giving no visible reactions to those he saw, spastic or not.

Bianca: *As her fingers closed around the napkin and the Monkey withdrew his hand away, Bianca got the sudden mental picture of a tattoo. The image was all consuming, one moment filling her senses, and the next gone. But in that instant she knew what he wanted without having to look at the note. Knowing that she would be able to get him a tattooing needle with minimum effort, Bianca nodded and slipped the napkin into her pocket. Keeping her voice low, she murmured ~It will be a few days...but it shouldn’t be a problem.~*

THE MONKEY: THE MONKEY nodded off to one side, not directly acknowledging Bianca. It was strange, but she seemed the most agreeable person in this establishment. Not acknowledging his inner thoughts, though, he simply went back to eating his gruel. He wasn't quite sure what else to do. He wondered what her price would be.

Bianca: *From beneath her peaked hood, she studied him as he actually seemed willing to eat the disgusting slop that sat in front of them. He made no mention of cost, or how he intended to pay, so she pushed her bowl to the side and stretched her arms above her head. Hidden by her arms, her eyes quickly darted around the room to make sure no one else was listening before she muttered ~Gonna cost you ten. Money up front, of course..~ she smiled sweetly though she doubted he would look her way in time to see it*

THE MONKEY: Like his highly tuned body, his eyes were quicker than she thought. The brief smile did not escape him. But....ten....ten what? They had no money in this place....he thought the whole system was trade-based? He gave her a slightly confused look, not wishing to voice his question should he say it too loudly in alarm.

Bianca: *She noticed the confused look, and as her eyes locked with his, she had the mental picture of money. Given their conversation, well.. her one sided conversation with him, it made sense that she would see money.. but why was he confused? Rolling her eyes, she sighed. Obviously he was another patient that had little to no cash flow. All the patients were denied money, that didn’t mean that all of them obeyed that law of course. It was easy to get money in, given Biancas’ connections, and the cash came in handy more times than not. Of course, given her line of business, she was painfully aware of the fact that not everyone shared her good fortune. Sighing deeply she looked at him as she wondered what the hell he could trade her for the needle. ~ Uh... if you need to trade though.?~ she left the question hanging in the air between them.*

THE MONKEY: He nodded again, shoveling more goop in his mouth. It was times like these he hated living a simple, clean life. He had few personal possessions. He could do favors, though, he was good at that. Protection was always a favorite of his in the pen. The thought of other sorts of favors tickled his mind, but he let them go. He tilted his head at her. It was her choice.


Bianca: *Rolling her eyes again, Bianca was actually grateful for her ability to read people as it was the only way she was able to converse with the Monkey, who for some reason appeared mute. Arching a brow, she looked at him in confusion. Raising her voice a little now, so that people would be able to hear them if they looked over and saw they were talking, Bianca said ~How can you eat that shit?~ Before she muttered out the side of her mouth ~What you got for me?~*


THE MONKEY : He smirked slightly and gently patted his naked bicep. He was signalling what he had for her, but answered instead with, "It's good for the bones." He then curled his fingers into a fist. Protection was a good thing around here, especially with lunatics like Stone around. The kid frosting up the table wasn't exactly a candidate for "Neighbor of the Year" award, either. Bianca might be psychic, but he'd never seen her attack anyone with her powers aside from a floating trash bucket.

Bianca: * A smirk creased her lips as her eyes drifted down to his bicep while he spoke of the slop being good for the bones. So he wanted to be a big macho man and protect her, hmm? It had been a long time since anyone had thought that she NEEDED protection, let alone actually WANTING to protect her. The idea both insulted and flattered her at the same time. Money would of course have been far more beneficial to her current situation, but in a place like this it was important to have as many connections as possible. Connections, meant favours.. and it never hurt to have someone owe you a favour. Nodding her consent, she laughed slightly and asked ~Oh yeah? When’s the last time you got a boner in here? Or exercised your bones for that matter..? ~her eyes travelled back down to the bicep, and she realised with a slight blush to her cheeks that he obviously did find the time and opportunity to exercise in one way or the other. *


THE MONKEY: *He almost choked on his gruel when she decalred the word 'boner' aloud. His cheeks flushed slightly. He hadn't been with a woman in....well, let's just say a very long time. He'd pushed all those urges to the farthest reaches of his mind a long time ago. He gave her a deadpan look, and muttered, "You're welcome to see just how exercised I am." Harmless flirting was always a favorite pastime of the asylum. Nobody seemed to get anywhere, though.

Bianca:*She laughed again, both suprised and slightly scared by the way that her carefully constructed walls, that were usually built high above her, managed to crumble and disintegrate so easily. ~Maybe I'll take you up on that some time.. perhaps we could even.. work out together?~ she winked quickly beofre she lowered her head again. Her brilliant jade eyes were now hidden once again by the peaked hood of her blue sweater. The slop in her bowl was now cold and she looked after Tanasha longingly as she saw the girl walk past with what looked like toast. Speaking more loudly than she intended, Bianca cursed ~How come we didnt get any fucking toast then?~*

THE MONKEY: Josh looked across at Tanasha, catching her nod. He smirked and turned back to his slop. Looks like Bianca wasn't the only one with connections around here. But now she seemed an ally to him. That was good. Grated it was -he- who owed -her-, but the friendship was welcome all the same. Or perhaps it was just comraderie? Either way. He glanced up at her, letting his spoon clank against his empty bowl. "I might take you up on that offer." He gave her a sudden, cheesy and overconfident smirk, before releasing it and nodding in understanding. She seemed to be accepting his half of the trade.

[Cinlass]

Jewl stood up slowly.The world he was seeing was through new eyes.He was himself,but the world seemed totally different.He had a wicked smile that looked misplace on his face.Jewl was suppose to be a shy young man from Cali.He wasn't suppose to have blood running down his face and down his chest.The blood seemed out of place yet fit him just perfectly right all at the same time.

He could hear the voices in his head talking.They all wanted out but Jewl was in as much control as he could be.He listened and talked back in his head.He set down in the closest chair and seemed to drift away from reality.

SESTIN: "Ye all need yer damned head fixed.We cud be the mos' powerfules' person in here.Take o'er and star' a roit.Ge' the hell ou' of here."

GREYLIN: He was of course quite.He couldn't talk.He had gotten his voice box ripped out when he went bad on a deal with the French Mafia.

JEWL: "Sestin this place is the only thing that keeps us from killing people.Yes,we may be powerful but some of the people in here may have powers we know nothing about.Like that stone fella.He doesn't seem weak to me."

SESTIN: "Yer just afraid tae use yer damn gifts.Tha' 'tis whit they are fae.Show them aff.Show whit ye are made o.Fire 'tis a mans bes' friend."

JEWL: "I plan to make friends in here.?Maybe."

Just then his nurses cold hands touched his shoulders.This seemed to bring him back to the real world.He loked up at her with his beautiful blue eyes.He had a sweet smile on his face.The complete contradiction to his early smile.

NURSE:She looked down at him with concern.He didn't seem to realize he was bleeding and he also seemed to be blanked out.She put her hands on his shoulder to get his attention."Jonathen?"When he looked up at her he smiled sweetly.

JEWL:He saw the concern in her eyes but didn't understand it.She knew of his MPD but that wasn't it it was something else."Please call me Jewl"He decided to stop yelling.She was going to listen so why not ask.

NURSE:She smiled slightly now.This was the first time he had actually asked instead of demanding.She found him slightly attractive but knew two things.He wasn't sane and it was against the rules for a nurse to date a patient.Maybe he will get with one of the sweet girls in here.She cleared her thoughts which brought her back to the blood."Jon....I mean Jewl you are bleeding."It came out more calmly then it should have.

JEWL: He smiled at the fact she had just used the name Jewl instead of Jonathen.He touched his head and looked down at his chest.He was bleeding.Pretty badly.He noticed his hands.They too were badly bleeding.He looked up at her with confused eyes."Damn that is alot of blood."His voice was unemotional.

The nurse lifted him out of the chair and started walking him towards the door.Another smile crossed his face as he stared back at everyone in the room.Especailly Bianca.The nurse walked out of the door with him in tote to the nurses office to get stiched up.

[Lord Fattington]

As Lord Fattington sat at the chess table alone, his mind drifted to his past. The part of his life before the damned institute. It was when he was 18 only months before he was deemed insane, he thought back to the last time he felt cared for.

He was with his girlfriend, he took her out for a nice meal, it was her birthday. After the meal he took her to her favorite play, he didn't care for plays at all but sat through without complaining for her. The last thing they did that night was go and lay out under the stars. Even now he could feel her embrace, only to remember that he may never actually feel it again. As the scene continued in his head he replayed the last time he was able to kiss her. A while later she fell asleep, her head on his chest, he then picked her up and took her home all with out waking her. On the way home his memory skipped ahead to the court room, where he was declared insane, the last time he saw her. The first time he saw her cry...

He was snapped back to reality by the feeling of a tear on his cheek. A solitairy tear, if he didn't get out of here soon he was going to snap.

[Rayn]

Chayn entered the rec room with a wandering eye. Eye being because the guards have closed the other one for him, to let him know who was in charge here. He passed an insane looking man that was bleeding horribly from the head, not knowing how it happened or what he should do. He just stood aside to let the man and the nurse pass, but he caught the eye of the nurse, which plainly said "this shall happen to you sooner or later". Shivering from the coldness of the nurses glance, he "truly" entered the rec room and took notice of the few things that were in there. A battered couch, a rickety chess table, and the variety of people in the wretched, moldy place. A young woman by looks in a straight jacket on the couch, gazing at the blood that was spilled at her feet. Whether she caused it or not was a mystery to Chayne, so he just continued to look around the room, trying to avert his gaze from the uneasy eyes that were on him. A man alone at the chess table, looking quite disgruntled with himself, as if fighting with a horrific memory of a disastorous past, and others that he didn't get a chance to get a glimpse at, for the cruel guards had just thrown him near the feet of the woman sitting at the couch. His eyes turning a brilliant green, he wished there was some source of heat or flame, for he would have turned these bastards into burnt ashes in the matter of seconds. He gathered himself off the floor and glared at the guards with a look of pure hatred. The guards noticing, literally, the fire that had appeared in his eyes, they shoved him on the couch and left quickly, without a backwards glance. Placing his hands over his eyes, as if his head was resting in them, he thought to himself "What kind of hell have I entered..."

[† The Jaxness †]

*~*Watching the man get up, she eyed the blood running down his head. Blinking, she took in the sight of him politely asking the nurse to call him Jewl, when he had so often spat rude and insulting remarks to anyone who called him otherwise. Seeing him walk away, she turned her attention to a new face being led into the rec room. Seeing him stumble in and then be thrown to the couch at her feet, she giggled. Which was highly unusual for someone like her, but she thought it quiet funny to witness pathetic people being thrown around.

Turning her gaze towards the floor, she looked down upon the man who stumbled to her feet. Raising a brow, she curled her lips into a sneer, laughing softly at the sight of him allowing the guards to treat him so badly.

“How could you tolerate someone throwing you about like that? I know your capabilities could counter any of their threats.”

Smiling even though he couldnt see her face, she curled her legs under her so as to give him some room to sit down if he ever chose to get up from the floor. Bringing up one of her damned gloved hands, she tucked the hair covering the right side of her face behind her ear. Keeping the grin on her face, she couldn’t help but laugh. Looking down upon him, hands covering his eyes, he was such a pitiful sight. She fought the urge to reach down and smack him, to toughen him up.

“A place like this doesn’t tolerate weakness, you’ve got to toughen up. You’ve done something to deserve board in this place, so don’t act like you’re homesick.”

Lowering herself down once more to his cowering body, she leaned in by his ear. Whispering softly, she kept her eyes up to watch the other patrons of the room.

“Mommy cant save you from the monsters now…”

[Jewl]

Jewl was led tothe nurses office.The blood poured from his head like a small waterfall.It had covered his face in a blanket of crimson blood.The crimson curtain also covered most of his toned muscular chest.His hands were also torn up fromf hitting them against the hard ocncrete floor.

The nurse and two others stripped him of his bloody pants.He stood there aboslutely sexy in nothing but his tanned skin and muscle.They shoved him gently into the shower to clean the blood off.

The warm water trailed the blood like a rain strom of blood.The wound at his head was still gushing like a bloody geyser.The nurse pulled him out and set him on the bench.She pulled out a big steril needle that would have made a little kid or a weak women scream.

She sewed the wound up as quickly as possible.The black thread was a contrast to his beautifully tanned skin.The blood stopped sepping out as she finished closing it.She took and cold rag and wiped off the blood that had gushed out of the gaping wound during the stiching process.

She then got gauze.She wraped the white gauze around historn hands.It reminded him of being empty.That is what he felt.He wished he could be normal.This fire shit was pissing him off.Then his personalities on top of that.

"Get dressed"The nurse said sweetly.

"Oh you dont like my body?"He teased as he hopped off the bed and went and pulled his bloody pants back on.The were almost all soaked.Oh well it wouldnt be the first time he was covered in blood.

The nursed blush at what he said."Lets get you back to the rec room."She started him towards the rec room so he could finish his time out.

[Rayn]

Chayne looked up at the womans sneering face, and replied, "Thanks for the advice."

He dusted himself off while he contemplated to himself, "I can see why she's in here, psychotic freak" although he actually had no clue why she was in there to begin with.

He looked around and decided to sit down next to the mysterious woman who seemed preoccupied with her own thoughts. Crossing his right leg over his left, he asked the woman

"So....what's your name?" and tried to catch her eye before she answered to try to get some sort of hint of her personality, though she seemed to get that through no problem with the aura she emitted.

Waiting for a reply, he looked around desperately for some source of heat. Just the tiniest hint of flame....just the smallest bit of heat....

[Rayn]

OOC sorry so short everyone *~* tried my best

[† The Jaxness †]

*~* Watching him get up from the floor and sit next to her on the couch, Sadie's thoughts were going wild. She had so many visions of the things this stranger could be used for. Already knowing of his talents with fire, she shuffled through the thoughts of how to befriend him, so as to get him to help her out of this damn suit. Smiling sweetly at him, she ignored his comment at her being a "psychotic freak" and started on her plans to mold him into the person of which Sadie could benefit greatly from.

"My name would be Sadie Macabre, the most beautiful of the 'psychotic freaks' that you see among you. And you are?"

Looking deeply not into his eyes, but at his skin, staring at the texture and color of it. Wondering what it would feel like to caress that cheek with the skin of her own hand, to be able to put her talents into use, to no longer be sentenced to "being good" or "playing nice". The mere thought of entering another being's mind and controlling their thoughts and images almost sent her into a rant, because for Sadie, there was no pleasure greater then doing what she did best.

Closing her eyes, she took several deep breathes. Fighting her urges, she calmed herself and turned back to look at the man. She put her attention on his clothes or his hair, anything other then that of the intoxicating sight of his bare skin.*~*

[Rayn]

!*! He was able to get a glimpse of those dark eyes, though they didn't protray much, only that she was hungry. Not hungry for food, but hungry for something else that he just couldn't figure out. The smile she gave was a total misperception of her look. She looked as if she hadn't smiled for years, and he pondered why all of a sudden she decided to pop one on him at that moment.

"Chayne Locke." he replied and held out his hand for her to grasp it.

At that moment, he noticed that her eyes were on him, but not where he thought they would be. Perhaps his face, his eyes, but she wasn't expecting her to be so absorbed in his skin. Thinking twice about proferring his hand, he started to withdraw it, when he saw her close her eyes and take a few gulps of air.

"Perhaps you're not used to having people touch you?"

He withdrew his hand completely and clasped his hands together, left on top of right, and set them in his lap. She then started taking in his appearance, and noticed with his sharp wit, that she had stopped taking in his skin, and was now looking everywhere else but. What was going on in her mind, he would never be able to figure out. He put his guard up, contemplating the mystery behind the beauty, the darkness behind the smile, the maniacality behind the aura.!*!

[alteredone]

Christoph was busy attending to everything that has happened this morning, and cleaning up the mess. Namely the blood from Stone that was all over the chair, and the floor. He didnt even notice Jewl, as he likes to be called, getting "fresh" with his lady friend over on the couch. Which isnt such a big deal, but if Christoph would have noticed then he might have been able to stop what was about to happen. While he was putting the chair back and cleaning up Jewl was freaking out. Christoph barely noticed until he fell on the floor and started to punch himself. Right after that Christoph ran over and was going to check if everything was all right.


O.O.C. Sorry guys im very late, and far far behind forgive me.