Morning Madness - (not for the light hearted)

[christoph]

My men and I were moving down the hall. It was slow going, but that's the way it has to be when you are plagued with loose patients. You have to check every little thing, and be sure to check for any sort of presence from any one. We just got down a hall, and there was Sadie. She was naked, and smiling sadistically. "Approach with caution." my one command. Then things went down from there.

O.O.C. I dont know what you guys wanna do from there. its your choice. but ill wait for the other one to walk out. work it out amongst yourselves.

and by the way Catrux you need to post in Luciens Lair. or ms. cat demon. one of you. or maybe even Mori. Somebody. hehe. i feel like a hypocrite telling you guys to post, when i was MIA for what? a month.

[Tanasha Arati]

:~:Truth be told, Tanasha had absolutely no clue what was going on. Lord Fattington, or as she knew him the “Animal Guy”, had left in a funk. This fact alone was enough to intrigue her, as aside from eccentric, the man seemed one of the most normal in this nuthouse. Just look at Twinkle over there and her good buddies the bleeding freak with the numerous personalities complete with different accents and another newbie Ta wasn’t entirely familiar with. With the number of new residents Parasych Park gained daily, it would not be long before half the world was trapped in here with her. The better half, she imagined, and everyone would be trying to break *in*. The mental image of that scenario made her smile as she licked the yellow, butter-ish substance and the crumbs of her breakfast from her fingers.

By the time the Monkey had lifted the cafeteria table and heaved it over Bianca’s head (missing it, unfortunately, in Ta’s opinion), she was pretty sure that Elle had drugged the toast. Crazy as everyone in the rec room was, it very rarely led to this kind of excitement. It was because it amused her to join in the chaos that Ta slid nonchalantly off the couch and moved towards the entrance past the nurses rushing in Twinkle’s direction. With most of the staff distracted by the more violent and wild of the patients, it took nothing more than a little fancy footwork to get her around the people and furniture between her and the goal and out into the corridor. No sooner had she cleared the entrance when Twinkle ran by naked and the doors clicked and locked shut behind them. This had been some day.

It took some zigzagging around the hall to avoid the bodies of unconscious (or possibly dead) guards. What anyone else was doing, nude, shape-shifting or otherwise, Tanasha ignored them all. Instead, she headed for Dr. Berlin’s office to pick up Athalia. The plan for after that was still unformed, but they could work it out late depending on the situation. She walked swiftly towards the office, rubbing her hands together as she felt the warmth that was with her always without sedation spread within them. Maybe she and Crash would see freedom after all. Grinning wickedly, Ta knocked sharply on the door.:~:

[Dr. Berlin]

Athalia’s lack of surety when she spoke to the Doctor was nothing new. For some reason, while she was here, in the presence of Dr. Berlin, she fluctuated between understanding the reality around her, and fighting with the reality in her mind. The problem was more like a multiple personality disorder than any kind of grandeur delusions. How do you blend the two without totally destroying both? She sat back, not surprised at the violent reaction that Athalia was having. The sound of the chair being kicked across the room brought a guard to the door. He didn’t speak but looked to Dr. Berlin for his response. She watched Athalia curl up on the couch and so the good doctor raised her hand and nodded to the guard, sending him back out the door knowing she had it under control. The door clicked closed once again and the pretty girl continued to hit herself. What a shame.

“Stop that, Athalia. Physical violence to yourself will get you nowhere. Don’t make me sedate you.”

The concern was much realer than she would normally feel. The flash of slitting her wrist popped into her head and sent a flicker of seriousness across her face.

"I can tell you don’t believe me..."

”Stone may be evil. I never said I didn’t believe you about that. The problem is that evil is a subjective term, Athalia. What is evil to me may not be to you.” She continued on, now muttering into nonsense. And Dr. Berlin steepled her fingers in front of her face, listening.

"Amused and tired, Hubble bubble toil and trouble, through your head heathen thoughts of queens and mirrors and looking glasses, of jabberwockies and White Rabbits! …. I don’t know what I'm saying… why don’t I ever know what I'm saying!"

She screamed and began tearing her hair again and Dr. Berlin sighed, heavily setting her hands on the arms of her leather chair. This creature was more than likely going to need to be drugged. “You are having difficulty knowing what you are saying because your rational brain is fighting the delusions, causing confusion. If you ~WERE~ what you say you were, if indeed you were an Angel, then you wouldn’t be having these troubles, would you?” She stood from her chair, for the first time since she entered her office, and moved across the room to the bookcase across from her desk. There she found a particular book, removed it and flipped through it, only to close it again before turning to Athalia and moving toward the couch where she sat.

"I don’t want to go to the box…"

“You aren’t going into the Box, Athalia. Not unless you hurt someone else. You do, however, have to take your medicine. If you refuse to take the pills, or hide them, then I’ll be forced to have you given injections daily.” She sat on the corner of her desk, crossing her long legs as she leaned there, the book resting in her hand on her lap.

“I want you to think about some things, Athalia. You’re a smart girl. You can’t have these troubles without being incredibly intelligent. Only smart individuals struggle with the kind of philosophical questions that you are. Here. I want you to read this.” Dr. Berlin handed Athalia a copy of Paradise Lost, by John Milton. It was a blue leather book with gilded pages. It was obviously well worn, and well loved.

“You believe that you may be an angel, and are responsible for handing out punishment. If you believe you are an angel, then you must believe that God speaks through his angels and prophets. Milton wrote that while divinely inspired, God spoke through him. He explains what angels are, describes them, and I want you to read that and tell me if you are actually what is described there. So you know, Milton’s account of angels is one of the only respected, and accepted definitions, descriptions, what have you. I think you’ll find this incredibly enlightening. And we need to talk about it once you’ve read it. Hell, if you want to come in after reading a few sections, we can discuss it. I’ll be glad to. But before you even attempt that, you MUST go back on your medicine. Do you understand me Athalia?” She looked hard at the girl, knowing that she was unstable. “If not, then I’ll be left with little choice.”

The phone started beeping, and at the same time, a sharp rap on the door was interupting the session. Before she answered the phone, she gave another look to Athalia and moved to the door, opening it. She blinked twice, and looked around the hall to see where the guard went, surprised to see only Tanasha standing there with a strange grin on her face. It suddenly occured to her that something was not right.

"Tanasha.... You aren't scheduled today. What can I do for you?"[/i]

[Domar]

Whix sat in his Plexiglas room. *Nothing new today* he thought to himself. Just like every day before this he was sitting in his room with three tube down his throat. One gave him oxygen, one removed the waste gasses, and the third fed him. With all of those tubes blocking his throat he couldn't use his powers to have fun. The doctors didn't like it when he had fun since it usually ended with someone near dead. He was counting the panel of Plexiglas in his cell. *Thirty-four, Thirty-five, Thirty-six, and now the lucky number Thirty-seven.* Just as he reached Thirty-seven the alarms went off and a reinforced door fell down over his regular cell door. *I love that number* he thought as he forced himself to vomit up the tubes. It took a few tries, but they finally flew out. With vomit running down his chin, and all over his shirt, he began to chant the chant that made the doctors so angry. The fools that built his cell didn't believe that Whix could control metal. Obviously they never listened during science. His chant sounded as though it were nothing but the wind blowing through the willow trees, but the effect was devastating. The reinforced door was ripped into his cell taking the cell door out with it. Both missed hitting him by inches. He quickly cleaned his face and left his cell. He exited into a hall made of stone and metal, his favorite type of hall. *Now let's see the doctors stop me from punishing those murderers who let the trees on the grounds above wither and die. Let's see them stop me from doing whatever I want.* He turned in a circle and went down a random hall. For all his talk about getting those bastards he was helpless. He had no idea where he was going.

[† The Jaxness †]

As her spitting image walked out of sight, several guards came into view, spotting her immediately. Keeping the sadistic smile plastered on her face, she threw her mind channel forward, entering each of the guard's heads. Sensing doubt and just a tint of fear in their subconscious thoughts, her smile only got bigger. They began to advance in her direction, slowly and cautiously. Her mind working quickly, she kept her eyes forward, not daring a glance at Lord Fattington for it would give away his position. Hoping he would take the situation to the best of his advantage, Sadie didnt like depending on other people, she liked working alone. But there was nothing she could do about it, so she decided to give him the chance to show what he's got. He did show some great abilities so far, but that was no excuse to let his head get inflated. Taking on a shape can only do so much, now he's got to know how to use it.

Clasping her hands behind her back, she began to walk backwards slowly, keeping eye contact with the guard in front, her peripheral vision had the others in sight. With each step, she slowly picked up her front foot, gently placing it directly behind the back foot, and so on. With one of her steps, the guards took two, coming closer to where her accomplice was stationed.

Not losing her grace of movement, she sent a quick message to Lord Fattington via brainwaves.

I trust you can handle yourself. I can see 3, but there may be more of them. They're about 4 feet from your position. Control your breathing, if you havent already, so they cant hear you. They may or may not be afraid to touch you, I'm not sure if they're wearing protective gear. I'm also unsure of whether or not they're carrying weapons. Act boldly, but dont be ignorant. If you need my assistance, dont hesitate to scream.

Continuing her pattern of movements, she stepped over the body of the guard she so swiftly killed not so long ago. Throwing a quick glance at his face, she saw his eyelids to be open, his eyes staring out, lips slightly parted, and his neck twisted awkwardly. Bringing up her sight to once again lay on the advancing guards, she waited for her clone to make his move.

[Rayn]

Gasping for breath, he stopped at the end of the hall clutching his side. He must have run down at least ten halls looking for a way out, but the damn place was like a maze that Chayne could never get out of. Frustration and desperation kept him going as he turned right and started running down one of the many side halls that broke off from the main hall.

He stopped at end of this hallway too, but not because he was out of breath. He looked right, and saw a woman with flaming red hair knocking on a door that said "Dr. Berlins Office". Since she wasn't wearing anything that stereotyped her as a nurse, doctor, or guard, he suspected that she must have been one of the rec room escapees just like him.

"Why is she trying to break into a doctor's office?" he murmured to himself.

He looked all around, ironically seeing no guards considering that there were deranged psychopaths roaming the halls, and walked slowly toward the red-headed female. Not wanting to startle her, he crept into her range of vision, so that she would notice him before she entered the office.

"Hello. I'm not an enemy, I'm a friend and I'm looking for a way to get out of this damn place. Think you can help me?" he said in one breath.

Looking at her face, he noticed how worried/confused he looked in the reflection of her eyes, so he took a deep, shuddering breath and closed his eyes, his tattoo again blazing bright green like it always does when his emotions are running high, to calm himself.

"*sighs* Sorry. My name is Chayne. I might be able to help you if it requires fire."

He took out the lighter and flicked it open and lit it with his right hand. With his left forefinger, he "raised" the little flame to a ball of fire. Waiting for some reaction, he snapped his fingers, and the fire extinguished.

[Cinlass]

Jewl watched curiously as the doctor whispered something inot the nurses ear.Kathy turned back to him with a worried look.Jewl gave her his best warming smile.It was hard because since emotions weren't his best thing he couldn't put much into the smile but it gave Kathy a little sense of security."What did he say"Jewl asked as the doctor walked out."Nothing Jon....I mean Jewl.Medical stuff.You know how that goes."Kathy said reassuring.

The doctor walked back with a sirnge of a yellowish green liquid.Jewl knew that wasn't the medicine for pain that he was suppose to be getting.Just then the officer known as Christoph walked.Jewl watched him also curiosly as he told the mecial crew not to sedate him.Jewl's eyes widened.He was now angered.Christoph then took the sedative and jabbed it into the doctor chest and kicked him.The doctor fell to the ground and was out cold.

Christoph told Kathy to be careful and to call if she needed anything.He then walked out to take of the raid that Jewl just found out about.When Christoph walked out of the room he locked the metal door behind him.Most people would have had troubles getting out,but it was time that the three personalities of this unquie individual known as Jewl.He talked to him self inside his head.

JEWL: Ok guys we have to work together or else we will be stuck in this hell hold and be sedated.I know we hate each other but just this time we can wrok together.So lets make the changes less violent that way the officers and nurses won't know when we change.

GREYLIN: *nod*

SESTIN: Fine bu' afterwards I 'twill refuse tae work wi' this ass hole.

JEWL: Fine after this we won't have to work together.But i am in charge.You will know when I need your power.

They all agree mentally.IT was a weird thing for Jewl to feel them all agreeing inside his head.

He stood up and looked at Kathy."I can't believe you were going to sedate me.I'm sorry for this Kathy."Jewl whispered the last thing as Greylin took over.Greylin wrapped his arms around Kathy and frose her to her place.It wasn't enough to kill her but if someone was to push her over than her whole body could crack into a million pieces.

He looked down atthe doctor who was wanting to sedate him so badly.He leaned down as the transformation from Greyling back to Jewl happened.Jewl flipped him over so he was facing up.Jewl put his hand over the doctors mouth.He then,being a firestarter or a rekinlder like the Big Bad liked calling,sent fire down his throat buring all the way down tehn it burned the inside of his chest.His organs were being burned away and he could feel it but couldn't do anything about it.

Then after about a minute of his organs burning the body exploded and sent muscle and blood every where.Now Jewl was covered in blood from the doctor he had just killed.He stood up and tried to wipe it away but it just smeared all over him.This brought a sadistic smile to his face that didn't seem to fit there.This was bringing back the night he killed his family and the cops took him away fomr his young daughter.

He was in the right.The family was deteriating.He knew they were going to corrupt his daughter.He enjoyed feeling his families blood on his hands since it was for his daughter.He walked to the door as the tranformation to Sestin happened.Sestin took a stance like a sword fighter would take when he was ready for battle.Then he took in a deep breath and started to scream.

Two guards came up to the door to see what was the commotion.Worse mistake they could have made.The door was shaking and soon it broke from the hinges.It flew out and sent them against the wall.Their bodies were crushed to flat nothingness.Sestin smiled that cocky smile he always had.He slowly changed back Jewl.Sestin didn't like handing over the reins but if it was for the good of them then he was a little more willing to.

Jewl looked around.He was ready to kill the sons-of bitches who was keeping him from his daughter.He sent a flame over the floor and burnt all the bodies on the ground."You want to fuck with us.Then take me on bastartds.I will fuck the hell out of you.Come on Big Bad.Bring your fuckers to fuck with me."He started walking through the remian.He was looking for more victims to suffer his deadly dealings.

O.O.C. I hope that makes up for me bein gone for so long.Thank ye for not lettin them sedate me alterdone.ye are such a good little officer.*sedistic smile*

[mandie]

~ It was a familiar dream, one she had dreamt countless times before, one that always ended the same. She was back home in Seattle on the morning her mother and sister were killed, the three of them were in Caitlin's room where her sister was being fitted for yet another white gown, the fifth one this year. She was to be presented to society yet again in the seventh annual pre-spring debutante ball. She never took interest in these events but was fully supportive in her sisters obsession with them. The gown was beautiful, as they always were, strapless satin with hand sewn floral detailing in Swarovski crystal beading. It cost upwards of nine thousand dollars. A waste of money in Cecilia's opinion considering her sister already had at least ten others from the previous two years, she kept her opinions to herself though, because these events meant so very much to her sister and mother. Caitlin was exclaiming over the beauty of the dress, her mother looking over it with a hawk's intensity, picking out every flaw and writing them down to be fixed later by the families personal seamstress. Cecilia was wearing a gown as well though it was far less extravagant, a simple black silk sheath dress, hers was to attend the special private Ansel Adam's showing at the museum.

She was the only one who heard the car pull into the long circular driveway, heard the door slam, leaving the room she quickly walked into the hallway to see who was at her home. She could see her father's Mercedes in the driveway, he wasn't supposed to be back from a business trip until later that evening, Cecilia watched him walk in the front door..immediately spotting the pistol in his hand. Her heart skipped a beat, she retreated into her bedroom quickly as he ascended the stairs, as he walked past the door she hid behind she could smell the alcohol radiating from his body. Moments later the first shot assaulted her ears, followed closely by a scream from her mother that she will never forget, everything after that seemed like it happened in slow motion.

The door to Caitlin's room flew open and her mother ran out, trailed closely by her father, they flew down the stairs. She crawled out into the hallway, clinging to the metal bars on one side overlooking the foyer. Her mother tripped while crossing the foyer and her father closed in on her like a hunter on his game, her mother was pleading with him, begging and crying. He didn't say a word to her, simply raised the pistol and shot her, silencing her in a moment. Screams filled the air, she didn't realize that they were her own until her father looked up at her, he blinked once then began climbing the stairs after her. Stumbling to her feet she ran into her room, shutting and locking the door behind her, climbing into the large wooden armoire she sat in the dark shaking and whimpering. The seconds she waited felt like hours, but then she heard it, the sound of her father trying to open the door to her room only to find it locked. A gunshot soon echoed throughout the house, the door was opened slowly. "Cecilia..honey, it's okay..come out now..you don't have to hide from daddy, he has a present for you.." the voice terrified her, so devoid of emotion, a moment later he opened the door to her hiding place and stared down at her. "Why are you hiding from me, Cecilia? I'm not going to hurt you. Daddy would never hurt you." her father reached into the closet as she shrunk back against the wood and then the dream faded to black. The next part was always sounds and blackness, the sounds of a heart monitor beeping but this time the sound was different, sharper and louder.

Cecilia slowly withdraws from her dream into reality, the sounds of the heart monitor growing louder the more she wakes, then bleeding into the alarm ripping through her head. Groaning softly she touches her forehead, fingers tracing the swollen and bruised cut administered there by a hospital guard when she tried to escape the day before, she managed to break the shoulder of one of the men escorting her into the hospital but was tackled by another when the first went down. She hit her head on the door frame which knocked her sunglasses off, leaving her completely blind and in horrible pain from the light that slashed into her eyes like a knife, moments later she felt the prick of a needle in her shoulder then she slipped into unconsciousness.

Calling the darkness into her room with her mind she cautiously opens one eye, in case they gave her more then a sedative, finding the room pitch black she opens both of them and sighs softly in relief. She watches as a steel door slams to the floor in front of the regular one, the alarm still pounding into her head like a dull nail, her seven years in the Penitentiary have given her enough experience with these situations to know what the alarms and locking doors mean. The staff has lost control, there is either a break out or a riot, maybe both. Sitting up slowly she leans her back in the corner of her room, examining the small place carefully, still dressed in her bright orange jumpsuit from the WSP. Picking up her pillow she puts it over her ears, draping her arms over her head and squeezing, thankfully the alarm is near muted by this so she can actually hear herself think. ~ So much for sleeping in..~ She mutters in a sarcastic tone, sighing and closing her eyes again while she lays back down, deciding to wait this out in what minor comfort she can find. ~

[Athalia Mischavitch]

Athalia took the book with shaking hands, she opened the front cover and studied it hard, she hadn't read a book for a very long time… or never? She didn't really know, their were memories swirling around her head of great books she had read but the memories may not have been hers.

Athalia gelt another surge of emotion, something was happening outside, but she was able to control the emotions for once, When she was with the doctor she was able to calm herself to an extent, sometimes at least. She could target the doctor and the doctor alone. There was a knock at the door, a wave of confidence and a violent aggression washed over Athalia, Athalia held onto the couch, her short fingernails dug into the material, she knew who was behind the door, there was only one person that thought like that. Athalia wanted to open her mouth to warm the doctor not to open the door, but she was split, torn in two. She loved Tanasha she really did, but that didn't mean she wasn't afraid of her, nobody in Parasych Park was unafraid of Tanasha, they could claim they were brave and unfazed but Athalia could always tell, and feel.

Doctor Berlin pulled open the door, Tanasha was grinning wildly on the other side, Athalia remained on the couch, clutching her book tightly, she looked from the Doctor to Tanasha, good and evil, right and wrong, light and dark. Athalia could feel the darkness in Tanasha, she could feel the calming qualities of the Doctor, Athalia felt a sudden flash, a blonde woman with fangs a green dress and covered in Shadows. Athalia stood up, somewhere in her twisted mind the image of a Hungarian woman had made up her mind. Athalia moved under the doctor's arm as she held the door open. She leaned forward and pushed her mouth against Doctor Berlins

"God does speak to me… One day, I'll show you…"

She whispered as she turned back around to Tanasha

"Pocket full of posies, we all fall down…"

Athalia said with a slight grin to her old friend. She stopped abruptly as a boy stood speaking to Tanasha. Athalia felt a shiver down her spine and with one powerful backhand she sucker punched Chayne across the face, at least she hoped to. She grabbed hold of Tanasha's hand

"We're going to get out this time!"

She said wildly, her tangle of blonde hair whipping around her face.

[Rayn]

Keeping the lighter in his hands, Chayne's attention changed from Tanasha to the door that was being opened right beside him. Dr.Berlin, he could only assume as it was his office and it was a male doctor, stood their looking at him and Ta. Flicking the lighter up, he lit it with a quick click of his left hand.

In a sudden blur of blond, a woman was kissing Dr.Berlin. Taking a step back, Chayne tried to get a better grip of the situation though a doctor having an affair only furthered his thoughts of this becoming a damn soap opera. Glancing back at Ta for any reaction to this abnormal situation, he was still confused about what was going on.

"What the hell?" He said to himself.

Deciding that it was best to be prepared, he turned his wrist upward to increase the small flame into a ball and he grasped it with a quick snatch. Looking up from his work, the next thing he saw was a fist. Stumbling backward, he shot the ball of flame from his hand blindly, hoping to hit someone or something.

Gathering his footing, his tattoo glowing brightly, he quickly gathered another ball and created something more talented.

Pocketing the little metal lighter, using both his hands, he spread his fingers into a "wing" type shape, the ball of flame slimmed and flattened into a "wall" of fire. This technique was used both offensively and defensively. He was using it defensively at the moment to protect himself from any other unwanted blows to the head.

"Okay bitch, try me again. I'm trying to get out of here just like you. You want to go run off and get captured, that's fine by me. But I want to be free." He said with a green glint in his eyes.

[Catrux]

*Kirk

It had been quite a long time since his services were last called upon. The guards had called in for his release, well not so much release as he was free, but they needed him. He was pretty much their last line of defense, with his incredible control he was a damn good line. Kirk rose from his comfortable bed when one of the guards threw open his door, calling for him to maintain his end of the deal with "The Tower" as the guards called him. The only reason Kirk held alligiance to this man was because of what he could offer him, he held no respect for the man, nor anyone else for that matter.

Kirk put on a black t-shirt to cover his wings, since chances are none of the current inmates know his powers he would like to surprise them. He wore baggy military cargo pants, and no shoes. He never liked shoes, if he had more memory of his past he might have known why, but for now he was content knowing he didn't like shoes and didn't have to wear them. Kirk began making his way out of his room, while walking he looked at the guard and said "Looks like I get to have some fun today, and clean up all your mistakes." Kirk then began to mock the man by pretending to streach out.

The guard directed him to start by calming things down in the rec-room. Kirk then started weaving his way toward the chaos, he was allowed to go unaccompanied since he was technically part of the staff. Kirk could hear and feel the commotion going on not to far infront of him, for a moment he lost himself in the excitement only to be brought back by a nurse that was obviously not breifed about him. She began treating him like an escapee, like he should be on some medication, like an inferior. "Bitch, you have no idea who I am. I am the one to clean up this fuckin mess." His voice was flat, but with a haunting edge to it. She decided he was being delusional, and persisted. Kirk merely smiled then brought his right hand up to his mouth, coughed into it and produced a rather large scorpion. The scorpion without hesitation lashed out and injected the nurse with its venom. She crumpled and lay there motionless.

Kirk stepped over her body toward one of the rec-room doors, which had opened specificaly for him. Once in the room he spent some time surveying the abilities of the patients in the room, none seemed able to compete with him. He finaly decided that if they were more refined with their abilities some would stand a chance against him, but they all exhibited a varying degree of crudeness. After Kirk was content with his assessment of the room, he walked to the center and shouted. "Enough! All of you sit the fuck down!" Some of the inmates listened without hesitation. At least there are some inteligent ones in here.

Kirk's anger began to rise, the stench of death and rotting flesh soon followed. The room began to fill with rats, flies, wasps, scorpions, beetles and many other vermin. They all began congregating around Kirk. "Now which one of you fucko's do I have to beat to shit for you all to listen?" There was no denying his power, but he also may have been a bit overconfident in challenging an entire room full of the paranormal.

*Lord Fattington

He heeded Sadie's advice, though there wasn't much that he wasn't already aware of. The best advice she gave him was more insight on how to act more like her. Lord Fattington began memorizing her body movements, figuring out how agile, how flexible, and how quick she was. As the last guard past him, Lord Fattington walked out of his hiding spot and began walking towards the group in the same manner that Sadie was walking away from them. The two seemed exact duplicates, although if the pace picked up more he might not be able to stay in character.

For quite a while Lord Fattington went un-noticed, he used that time to try and give Sadie a message. He hoped she was still scanning his thoughts. Let’s pick up the pace huh? He also told her what he planned on saying so that she could copy it at the same time as him. “Let’s play.”

(OOC: I know Lord Fattington’s is short sorry)

[Tanasha Arati]

:~:Tanasha held no specific grudges against the young doctor, which is why when she brushed past (or attempted to..let’s just assume she probably did unless Dr. Berlin is secretly Buffy) her into the office that it wasn’t with enough force to throw her to the ground. The doctors in this hell came and went. Having been a resident in Parasych Park for some time now, the incurable firestarter had had the misfortune of meeting most of them. While she was sure that their sicky-sweet lectures and comforting pats on the arm eased the wild state of the truly insane, she did not count herself one of them. She found it hard to believe that it was her imagination that had burnt her house flat and harder still to think that if she up and forgot her rocky, violent past that the ability would simply go away. From some of her most recent encounters with the hospital staff, it seemed to Ta that they were urging her powers forward and not away as they seemed to with some of the other patients. She didn’t know if she liked that idea or not, but as she was leaving, it was a moot point.:~:

“For starters, you can move. Then I guess you’d better step aside while I show the Angel here the way out of this shithole. Oh, and if I were you, I’d lock myself in here till whoever is left of the guards tells you it’s safe to come out.”

:~:Keeping one foot braced in the doorway to prevent it from shutting and locking them in, Tanasha eyed the doctor pointedly but was distracted briefly by movement out of the corner of her vision and a voice directed at her. Arching an eyebrow, she shifted her gaze onto this “Chayne” fellow with an expression that suggested she thought he was speaking another language. She was aware of Athalia’s arrival in the doorway and was pondering how to handle the unexpected presence of tagalong when the female-to-female kiss brought her back to the situation at hand.:~:

“You’re just full of surprises today, Crash. Well, Chayne. I don’t know about you being able to help me, but if you’re on your way out and don’t f-ck up our escape, I won’t blow you up for tagging along. Let’s go, Crash.”

:~:Of all of the things Tanasha was expecting in a reaction from the disturbed woman, what happened was admittedly not among them. From the moment Athalia’s fist met Chayne’s head, Ta was moving to pull her back and out of the way of danger. She caught (or tried to catch…and will catch, Yorkie C, so deal with it... lol) her swinging arm and dragged the woman behind her, possibly bumping her into Dr. Berlin. The defensive fire display did little to impress her, but because now was not the time to lose her cool and waste their chance of freedom for a fight, Ta chose not to kill him.

With irritation boarding on full out rage, she stared into the wall of flame hovering before her and forcefully steadied her breathing. Realizing the palms of her hands were heating rapidly with the rising anger, she quickly released Athalia’s arm to prevent burning her severely and carefully flexed her fingers. The ivory cheeks that had flushed so suddenly with the fire inside her began to pale again as she clamped down on her temper. Standing between the two now, she took a deep breath and leveled a glare on Chayne.:~:

“Put it out. Now. Crash gets a little feisty, but if I say please she won’t swing again. It’s in everyone’s best interest that I not get pissed off, so if you want to live any longer you’ll resist using your tricks on the Angel. We’re going to play nice now, okay Crash? Just for a little while. All those ready for freedom, follow me.”

:~:And with that she would be heading down the hall with Athalia in tow, hopefully, and Chayne as well if he chose to come too. There were a number of lesser known entrances and exits to the building that she was sure they could make use of.:~:

(Sorry for the delay. It's a little rushed, but I think I covered everything/everyone. I put everything in an order that made sense to me, but if it doesn't work for Dr. Berlin, Chayne or Athalia well..too bad. Fix it as you see fit. :~:Smirks:~:)

[Domar]

Whix finally felt at home. The feel of the stone beneath his feet and the feel of the air on his bare chest brought him back to his usual state of calm. He had gotten rid of his shoes and took of his vomit soaked shirt for to be able to feel the natural world again. It had taken him a while to find a familiar hall, but when he did he knew where he was going to go. Most of the time they blindfolded him so that he couldn't tell what was around him, but there had been a few time he had been allowed to visit the Rec. Room. He had found the hallway that led to it and heard the yelling and crashes coming forth from it. *If life is this exciting here then that ass whore must be here. Either him or one of his lackeys.* He had to step over the body of a nurse whose face had begun to swell up and turn a sickly green. He then paused. The nurse smelled strange. Whix got to his knees and began to smell her. After a few second he stood up. *It isn't him, but he must have had something to do with him.* Whix then smelt the same oder coming from the other side of the door, much more powerful this time, and someone yelling, "Now which one of you fucko's do I have to beat to shit for you all to listen?" *So it's one of his lackeys. I guess I'll just kill him and then maybe that will get his attention.* Whix's face had turned from being cool and collective to enraged and hate torn. He chanted that soft soothing sound which seemed foolish coming from the mouth of someone so obviously angered. After a second or two the door if front of him was tore from it's hinges and throne into the room bouncing off of something not to far in front of it. That something was still up, though it amazed Whix that anything could still be standing up after being hit with a steel door at that force, but he wasn't finished yet. He made quick work of the two guards trying to sneak up behind him by having the stone hall to grab random body parts and start pulling. At the same time he turned the Rec Room into a swirling vortex of wind and debris. He knew that he couldn't keep it up for long but whomever killed the nurse was not likely to be in any shape to fight afterwords. Sadly the same went for most of the other patients with mediocre powers inside the room and any other staff members. He stopped the vortex after a few moments. *I hope this guy is as good as he seems or he might just end up in as many parts as those guards.* He prepared himself for a battle and held just enough energy in reserve to close the hallway in front of him so that he could escape.

[Dr. Berlin]

Dr. Berlin needed no foreign thoughts to intercede in her mind from Athalia for her to see the conflict that Tanasha’s presence caused. How did Athalia know that Tanasha was out there in the first place? For that matter, how had ~she~ known Tanasha was on the other side of the door? Before she could take the moment to run through the mental gymnastics of analysis, the door was open and Tanasha was standing there, grinning. This wasn’t a good sign. What was even worse, were the strange feelings and thoughts that rushed like a wind through her head so fast it was questionable whether they were there or not. Something about Hungary, and some kind of woman in green. But that was dashed to bits as Tanasha brushed past her into the office. The girl’s hostility was obvious, and not at all unexpected. And contrary to the beliefs of former doctors that had occupied her position here at Parapsych Park, she knew that the abilities of these people were, for the most part, very real indeed. What those abilities were, and how the patients interpreted them, however, was a completely different situation.

With Tanasha, she had no intentions of actually forcing her abilities into dormancy. If anything, she wanted to see just how far those powers might be stretched, what their limits were, and how they may eventually be controlled. Just because these people came to Parapsych Park didn’t mean they would be “cured” or that they would ever leave. If anything, Dr. Sydney Berlin viewed this hospital as one big personal Petri Dish. So when Tanasha brushed past her and allowed the door to close partially, she stepped back willingly. For the firestarter to come to her office unbidden, something very out of line had to be going on. Tanasha’s quip struck the nail on the head. But why warn her at all? Tanasha hated the staff here, why not just let her deal with it like the rest. She decided not to bother asking.

“Safe, hmm? I would never consider this place safe, Tanasha. But please…” She motioned for Athalia just as she had leapt off the couch. “Escort away. I suspect she’ll be safer with you than with me.” And before she could say another word, Athalia pressed her lips to her own and whispered. Needless to say, she was surprised, but not shocked into a dumbfounded state. Working with the insane and the “different” brought many circumstances into her world that otherwise would never occur. Just then Chayne appeared in the door, and she blinked slowly. He wasn’t as rational as the others, more impulsive, and in a strange sort of way, that worried her. The three of them might cause a great deal of damage together. When it was only Tanasha and Athalia, she had a glimmer of opportunity of talking them into a rational response. With Chayne’s addition, there was no hope. He was hopelessly unstable, and that instigated Athalia’s behavior in a very negative direction. This was evidenced immediately when Athalia attempted to punch him.

The “Angel” struck Chayne and Tanasha had intervened quickly. The sociological implications here were marvelous, and rather than attempt to disrupt the escape attempt, or to break up the possible fight, she stepped aside so Tanasha could control the other two, and she herself leaned against the desk. The ball of flame that Chayne was playing with ricocheted wildly off of the inner doorframe and off of the far wall of the hallway, finally dissipating as it flung itself down the hall. She wasn’t planning on tangling with any of them, and so far she would remain out of this situation, until Chayne instigated a flaming wall in the hall to protect himself. She glanced at the clock above the bookcase on her far left wall and realized that it had been quite a few moments since their arrival. Obviously the guards were having incredible difficulty. She wondered just how far these patients were going to step over the line in the sand before the staff and PP itself put them in their places. She would be seeing each of them later, she was certain, and under much uglier circumstances.

“Tanasha….” She addressed her directly, realizing that the events that just occurred essentially put her in charge of the rag-tag group of attempted escapees. “You know they’ll stop you… And you know it won’t be pretty when you’re brought back here… Think about that, about the others, before you put them in any more danger… I won’t stop you. But I warned you.”

She fully expected Tanasha to respond sharply, if not nastily, but that was Tanasha. Hopefully, she would not hear the words the doctor spoke as some false attempt at friendship, but rather and honest assessment of the outcome of the choices they were about to make. Nevertheless, as soon as they would leave, someone on the other end of a phone would be getting the ear beating of a lifetime for allowing things to get this far gone.

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The monitors all showed the same images: chaos, havoc, destruction. He smiled to himself. A moment later and an annoying buzz alerted him he had an intercom call.

"Yes, what is it?" he tried not to sound too annoyed.

"Sir, we're putting the second phase into action," came a crisp woman's voice.

"Good. Keep me posted." He could clearly see that second phase now stepping into the rec room and handing out orders.

He returned to watching Stone. This was much more entertaining. It was like staring at a wasp trapped in a glass jar. Beyond the main screen the video monitors kept quiet watch on the escalating violence.

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Stone was allowed his rant, the clever man in the snappy pinstripe suit simply staring and watching with a pleasant smile, with no reaction to anything Stone said, until at last Stone stopped talking. As Stone had given his consent to medical attention, a door opposite the entrance slid open, and a lithe woman stepped in. Unlike the other medical professionals on staff, this woman looked like she was ripped out of the pages of a men's fantasy magazine: she wore open-toed white heels, a skirt far too short, a shirt buttoned down to almost none, white gloves, and a small white cap with a red cross on it. She stepped towards him on long, smooth legs, and pursed her ruby red lips, allowing a slight toss of loose amber curls.

"Mr. Stone, this is nurse Cindi." spoke the clever man, "Please allow her to dress your wounds. You may do with her as you please afterwards. Right now, though, I’m very interested in hearing what else you have to say." All mention of the riot was entirely ignored.

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There seemed to be an endless supply of guards for some reason. Given that every patient was clearly disemboweling the underpaid watchmen, one might begin to assume they were all simply clones of the same incompetent man. And his sister. A few woman lay among the slaughtered guards, too. The walls and floors were running slick with blood.

It was amazing to find that only a few patients were actually working together. Instead, the mass chaos simply flowed, and none of the patients had yet to collide. Well, until Whix and Kirk entered. Someone somewhere watched everything very carefully. Gold-studded fingers curled together, the rings grinding slightly in aggravation. A pair of thin lips drew tighter, wishing to speak and ask the question on everyone else's mind.

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Three guards kept their eye on Sadie. They signaled to each other through nonverbal means, and broke apart. It might not seem a wise move to make, but they had something up their sleeves. Literally. The guards were covered head-to-toe in protective armor of advanced manufacture. It was resilient enough to withstand attacks most of the patients were capable of, especially elementally or psychically. How that came to be about was of course due to the research taking place within the deeper bowels of the institute. Bowels these patients didn't dare dream existed. For to enter such bowels meant nothing short of utter extermination, to be crushed into the woodwork of the park, broken down, dissolved, and processed, ultimately to be shit out the anus.

No, no patient ever dared think such horrors were possible. But the armor was proof. It was part of Parasych Park, just as much as the patients were. Defenses came as naturally as bowel movements.

The three guards appeared to be simply wearing standard-issue police riot gear. It had to look normal, otherwise the patients wouldn't attack them. Riot squad always got the sweet gear, though. The forward guard drew his baton, extending it to three feet. The black pole crackled to life with electricity, and the guard's mind was now firmly set on beating Sadie into submission. That fear and doubt she felt earlier was simply the brief lapse in concentration when he realized she was naked and stunning. But flesh so pure and untainted needed to be bruised. It begged to be bruised.

Lord Fattington broke the concentration of the other two guards as he whispered "Let's play." The electric batons whipped around quickly, both of them aimed high. Even if they missed the target, any touch from the baton would hinder a victim into stupidity for a scant few moments. Long enough for the beating to begin in earnest, anyway.

The knee pads were specially coated in a flexible, but hard material, good for a quick jab to the gut to knock a patient over. There was even a pictorial guide in the guards' lounge, akin to an airplane's safety manual in that front pocket of every seat, and equally affirmative in action. There were black guards beating white patients, white guards beating female patients, and even female guards beating Asian patients. No age, sex, or ethnicity would go unbruised, according to the guides.

Despite appearing heavy and bulky, the armor was far lighter, and easier to move in. Though not a cure-all to the runaway blues, it allowed guards to put up a far better fight than the ones at their feet now. Quickness was over-emphasized by the educational posters, too, as many of the patients were very light on their feet. Beatings would commence as quickly as possible, and not end until a patient was thoroughly subdued. Stone could attest to that.

The first guard glanced back as he heard his two partners attacking a clone. It might give Sadie the edge, but he was quick to point out, "She's a fucking multiplier!!" -- even though it was entirely untrue -- before turning to spray mace from his left wrist into her face. Another little defense measure built into the armor.

Meanwhile, as other patients were mucking about, the cameras kept a tight eye on them. Riot guards were being dispatched to secure Jewl, Athalia, Tanasha, and Chayne. Kirk was on the job in the rec room, and for the moment it was left at that. The vermin lord could secure the premises faster than a Panic Squad. And while she felt safe and secure in her own little room, even Bianca was being watched. But sometimes, the hidden cameras served a different purpose than to record patient escape attempts.

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THE MONKEY

THE MONKEY had been left to his own devices, and had calmly worked his way into the computer network via the nurse's station. Unfortunately, the network consisted of just the med lists for the patients and gay porn sites. The vortex in the next room perked his attention, though, and the small furry primate poked his head in to see what the fuss was about. It looked to him that two bad-attitude losers were about to have a turf war over a scrap of linoleum. With better things to do, THE MONKEY leaped through a shattered door into the hallway.

He crawled over bodies, and leaped up to grab the sprinkler system spigots, then leaped hand-over-hand from one to another. It wasn't until he reached the hall containing the other patient's rooms that he finally changed back to his human shape. He searched the hall for Bianca's room, before finally spotting her through the tiny window in the door. Unfortunately, all the doors were still sealed, and all he could do was knock. They were utterly sound-proof, though, as he soon realized.