Morning Madness - (not for the light hearted)

[Bianca Bartlett]

*Her small radio was nearly drained completely of anything resembling juice and she sighed deeply as the velvet tones of Otis Redding slowly crackled and died away. Glancing over to the bed where her poster of Janis Joplin lay beside the radio, Bianca sighed as she saw the red light go out and crossed quickly to her bed. Popping out the two rechargeable batteries, Bianca hooked them into her battery charger and then hid the two items under her pillowcase. Just in case. She was just straightening up when she heard a slight knocking noise. She looked to Janis with a cocked brow, but apart from her usual spaced out grin, Janis had nothing to say.

Hearing the knock again, she looked to the small window in her door and saw the eyes of Josh. Arching a slender dark brow in question, she eyed him back as she stepped up to the door. Knowing that he couldn’t hear her, she mouthed “What’s’ happening?” Even though she looked at him, her fingers were tracing the door softly. With her mind, she reached out to the lock mechanism of the door. It was easy to connect with the nuts and bolts that turned the lock in and out, and within seconds she heard the resounding click of her door being unlocked. Pulling it open slowly, she stepped into the doorway and poked her head out into the hallway. Peering left then right, she pulled her head back and looked to Josh again.

~Like I said.. whats happening?~ *

[Lord Fattington]

*Kirk

Only a few minutes after issuing his challenge to the room he had a taker, a steel door. The door flew at him, a big, heavy, shiny door came at him on a direct route. Kirk lowered his shoulder and lunged into the door, sure his skin may bruise but nothing more than that thanks to his extra layer of armor underneath his skin. Once the door slammed against the ground with a deafening clang, Kirk raised his head to see the one who had assaulted him with said door. Almost immediately after spotting him, a wind vortex began to pick up, confirming his suspicions. He knew who this patient was, he knew most of them by their abilities, it was his job to know.

"Ah, I know you. You're that little bitch that is 'intune with nature.'
I know how to deal with you." Kirk talked as though he was on a higher level than Whix, which is understandable since he almost definately had the most intense training with his "gift."

Kirk was a person who loved theatrics, he believed that with even the most impotent powers if it looked like it was incredible you would at least make your opponent uncomfortable. Kirk was lucky that his powers were far from impotent which allowed him quite some fun. When using his abilities he made it seem as gruesome as possible, and for the most part their actual effects were not dissapointing.

Shortly after he finished speaking to Whix, his skin began to crawl. Locusts were crawling out from under his skin, from out of his ears, nose and of course the flew in swarms from his mouth. Immediatly the Locusts began ravaging all plant life in Rec Room and would eventually make their way to the rest of the building.

"I'm going to get quite a nice bonus for breaking you." Kirk said as soon as the Locusts stopped billowing forth from his mouth. Back when Kirk was an inmate he had incredible Sadism, but eventually through work with the "Big Bad" he learned to control his urge to inflict pain and unleash all the pent up desires when appropriate, making him an even better fighter. Kirk took a deep breath, then started coughing as if there was something caught in his throat.

After a few coughs, Kirk spat on the ground pretty much dead center between him and Whix. Immediately the saliva began to become a hive, then from the hive billowed an immense amount of wasps. After a good deal of wasps issued forth from the hive, the hive itself started breaking off and becoming more wasps.

*Lord Fattington

Quickly after he spoke two batons came flying at his head. He very narrowly dodged them by dropping onto his back, so narrowly that he still felt the crack of the electricity momentarily startling him. Before either of the guards could decend upon him he sent a kick to the groin of the nearest guard. He kicked out with the power of a horse, and if he hadn't thought it better to maintain their belief that Sadie was a multiplier he would have turned his foot into that of a horse and done much more damage.

Lord Fattington rolled away from the other guard in hopes that he would avoid the sure to come onslaught with the electrified baton. He couldn't help but think it unfair that he had two guards to deal with while Sadie only had the one. While he was thinking this another thought pattern arose, it was unmistakeably him, yet it seemed different.

That thought pattern said that he was lucky to have two guards, all the more blood to be shed. Then his usual calm, peaceful thought pattern returned to view, saying that no blood need be shed. The two went back and forth all while he was trying to elude the guards. The new thought pattern was his Feral side, the more animalistic, the other, his Human side finally resurfaced. The two sides were at war, but both agreed he needed to survive. Slowly the Feral side faded away letting him think much more clearly and be more calculating in his moves. Lord Fattington decided that once the guards were delt with he would have to see the doctor.

[The Joshness ™]

Stone eyes glanced to the nurse, and soon back to the screen. There was an un mistakable expression of depression on his face. He allowed the silicone bag to treat his arm, fixing it up quite nicely with stitches and water proof bandages. When she finishes, Stone turns and lets his legs dangle off the table and starts to slowly run his temples and shakes his head slowly side to side. "I tried, seriously, i did." He look to Candi who has this half medicated grin, like she had been sedated prior to being sent to him "I may act like i have to common sense. Like i am some sort of beast driven by lust and emotion. But do i look to you as if i could be so easily distracted?" Stone has an o-to-serious look on his face, as though he was genuinely pissed off. It didn't take but a moment or so before he started talking again "I can at least say i tried, when they make a movie after me, those motherfuckers better get this, where i willingly attempted to offer assistance to my captors, and they off and treated me like a hungry animal."

To understand Stone as a person, and not as a animal, you'd have to understand that his desires, sexual or otherwise, are all fueled by dementia or just pure insanity, not due to lack of intelligence. Because Stone has enhanced bioelectric currents, his brain never looses its strength, or its speed, it only increases. Memories, tiny sparks of knowledge in the mind, never fade or die out. They stay eternally bright in his mind, giving him photographic memory and unimaginable thought process. He may be to some extent ignorant, that much is true, but it is often over shadowed by his intense brilliance. His mind is a Magnificat gift, but when it comes to paranoia and psychological defects, it is a curse. For magnified with his intelligences, are his fears, and derangement, along with his sexual desires and seeds of anger. His mind cannot be controlled, it cannot be 'redeemed' or even 'cured'. It is a foul tainted machine that does nothing but what it wants, how it wants. All these angry thoughts, all the fantasies and endless thoughts span out over years of contemplation, tapping into an ever flowing, ever growing source of thought like that would drive you directly into the depth of hell is mind is at. A place he himself cannot entirely survive.

Stone dropped to the floor of the room, his metal asylum for the moment, not for very long. He took in a deep breath and examined his surroundings very carefully, allowing the vibes of the numerous electronics and electricity wires flowing around him. Stone tightens both hands into tightly wound balls of muscle while the dopey slut nurse just sort of stared at him. The 'Big bad' made it very difficult, coating everything in that crap that prevented him from tapping into their power, but he had many secrets nobody in the world but Stone himself has the privilege to know. The meters, the reading, whatever it is they were monitoring Stone with, would be bouncing off the charts about this time. Electromagnetism, the simplest form of magnetism. By accelerating his blood flow, he generates electricity through his own body and limbs, using his mind he forces the electricity to encircle each arm in thin, powerful bands going all the way down each of his arms. Though copper or Iron is needed for this in most cases, Stone is beyond the conductivity and strength of copper or iron, so it would be futile. In only a few moments he has generated enough magnetism form an opposing friction between he arms, forcing them out straight to each side. But once they could not separate any farther, signified by the violent pain in his shoulders. The two merge into one pulse. Connecting by a current through his shoulder and neck.

Though this occurance, at first, would be unrecognizable to the naked eye, Candi was the first to see Stones skin turn a lighter color, changing to a blue hue with an almost florescent shading. Stone was pulling a Wild Card, he did know if anything electronic in this room had very much magnetic protection, but he was about to find out. "Ive found some use for your sedated whore!" and with saying that, Stone gritted hsi teeth and pulled from Candi an arch of bioelectric current from her brain, right from her forehead, into his Back. At that very moment, Candi's face turns blank, her brain dying instantly along with her failing organs and limbs. The arc of power was small, hardly even noticeable to the naked eye, but it was something useful. Stone was gathering up quite a significant magnetic force with his arms, unless the electronic devices in this room had some serious EMP (Electro Magnetic Pulse) shielding, they would be soon giving out and frying under Stones building current. Along with those devices failing, anything metal not bolted down in the room would be vibrating, the smaller metallic object would likely find themselves flying to his arms. Stone could very well causing major disturbances with electric devices throughout the entire structure, which would be something he would rather enjoy, creating even more mayhem.

[Rayn]

Clapping his hands to extinguish the wall of flame, he looked directly into Ta's eyes and saw his own still blazing a bright green. Seeing the tension building up in her facial expression, he realized that she too had something to do with fire. Glancing at her tensing fingers and her flushed cheeks, he took a defensive step back, just in case she tried something.

"Well, fine. Exactly what are we waiting for then?" he said placidly, keeping his left hand in his pocket on the small silver cigarette lighter.

Rubbing his jaw and glancing at Athalia with a look that clearly stated "Go die", he looked to his right and left, still surprised that the guards haven't seen or heard the commotion that they have caused. Taking a few steps around Ta to Dr. Berlin's closed door, he turned and jammed his thumb towards the door.

"What about her?" he inquired, not wanting the stupid doctor to interfere with any plans they hoped of creating.

Ta gave him a look of blankness and took Athalia's hand and started running down the hall. Surprised by the sudden action, he followed Tanasha and Athalia, hoping they had an idea of where to go to get out of this hell.

OOC- Sorry for the delay. I know this seems weak, but I'm just trying to post to get the plot moving along. Tanasha, I hope you don't mind the small auto I used. If you do, I'll be more than happy to change it.

[† The Jaxness †]

Keeping the sadistic smile on her face, she didnt miss a step. Watching her clone go unnoticed, she was constantly present in his thoughts, thus allowing her to hear his request to pick up the pace. To an extent of disappointment, the guard's protective gear took away any wishes that Sadie had to come in direct skin contact. This saddening her a bit, she was fully capable of taking them out without making them writh from their own nightmares. Seeing him draw his baton, it just made her smile wider. Sending forward waves of thought through his riot helmet, her thoughts hopefully met his own brainwaves, giving him the message "Awww, how come I dont get to play with any toys?" Hearing the crackle of electricity, Sadie stopped walking backwards, staying perfectly still in the middle of the hallway as he continued to advance towards her. Picking up his desires of beating her into what he would think as submission, she couldnt help but feel her skin tingle, the brutal thought giving her quite a bit of arousal.

With a nod, she tilted her head muttering sweetly "Lets play" at the exact moment that her comrade did. With 2 of the guards becoming distracted and turning around, now focusing on Lord Fattington, the 3rd guard seemed unaffected. She had this one all to her own, though she was momentarily saddened that her colleage got to have 2 to himself. Pushing the thought away, she stanced her feet, slightly bending her knees in a half crouch position, ready to spring at the right time. Releasing a maniacal laugh at his theory that she was a multiplier, she thought it humorous enough to throw them off a bit more.

"Hmm, imagine what kind of fun I could give you in bed with that little fact, huh?"

As he whipped out his mace and attempted to spray it into her face, she dropped to the floor faster then the eye could catch. Landing on her back, she spread out her arms to push against each wall, bracing her body as she swiped out her right leg to knock him off of his feet. Whether she succeeded or not, she pushed against the floor, sliding away from him several feet before standing again. Looking over at him, whether he fell to the floor or remained standing, the smile vanished from her face, excitement replacing every other possible emotion. Standing completely still for a moment, she was oblivious to the actions her partner was taking, she was only effected from then on to what was occuring between her and her new 'friend'. She broke into a dead run to close the few feet between them and lept up at the left second before she reached him, outstretching her hands to grab his arms between his elbows and his shoulders.

[Cinlass]

O.O.C.I hope this will be good.

Jewl walked through the halls.He was thinking about his three year old daughter that got tooken away from him.His girlfriend got full custody when he got put in here.Rose,his daughter,was his life.The only thing he loved in this world.Everything else hurt him in one way or another.But his baby girl was his life.God he missed her.

His mind switched to anger.He started raising fire off the floor.It was as though someone had spread gasoline on the floor and tossed a match on it.He walked through the fire without getting burned.He loved his fire.He started singing 'Dare You" by Shinedown.

"Hello, let me introduce you to.The characters in the show.One says yes, one says no.Decide - which voice in your head you can keep alive.Even in madness, I know you still believe.Paint me on canvas so I become.What you could never be.I dare you to tell me to walk through fire wear my soul and call me a liar.I dare you to tell me to walk through fire.I dare you to tell me.I dare you to."

A guard walked up.He was there to sedate or kill Jewl.Which ever came first.

"You have a beautiful singin voice"The guard said with a Russian lisp.

Jewl smiled a sadistic smile.The fire just stopped and disappeared like it was never there.He looked the gaurd up and down and took in what the gaurd had said.

"That is what my mother thought.Before she heard my blood thirsty screams the night i cursified the whore upsdie down on her wall."His voice held a edge of pride.He hated his mother and family.In his opinion they had hurt him so he had to hurt them back and he did.That is why he was in here.

Jewl felt the swift change that had come of the three joining forces.His throat burned a little so he knew Greylin was taking over.Why he didnt know but he would soon enough.Greylin's thoughts would be in his head very soon and he figured he wouldnt like them.

And he was right.It was the man's Russian accent that brought Greylin.Greylin's thoughts ran through Jewl's head.Greylin was remember back in Russia during the depression.He saw the Russian mafia cutting out his voice box.He wanted to get his revenge.He was going to get it.

He looked at the ground.IT looked like a sign of defeat.Like he was giving up to the gaurd without even a fight.The guards of course didn't know what the patients powers were.They were just htere to keep them in line.

The room started to grow cold as the guard came towards him with the electrode guns drawn.Each step the garud took got harder and harder.It was because he had toBreak the ice that was forming under his feet.Finally the gaurd could no longer move.

Greylin walked up to the gaurd.He was swining the electrode.Greyling grabbed his hand and snapped it off his arm as it froze.The warm blood from his arm was streaming out.Greylin froze it as the stream touched the ground making it look like a frozen blood waterfall.

Greylin then placed his hand on the gaurds chest as the gaurd watchwith trepidation in his eyes.Greylin froze the man's chest.The man groaned at the cold.Greylin wrote on the wall in ice.'Long Die Russia'.He shoved his hand through the man's chest and ripped the warm heart out.

He froze the gaurds mouth.The gaurd would die quickly.But his parts that weren't frozen would remain warm for awhile.A warning to all Russians and guards alike.

Jewl took back over and looked at the handy work.He smiled that sexy,sedistic smile and started down the hall singing the same song again.

[Tanasha Arati]

:~:Try as she might to keep her temper reigned in, the stress that came from dealing with anyone besides herself was beginning to wear once more on Tanasha. The newcomer was causing trouble, the worst of it his ability to rile Crash, and the angel herself had recently taken on a “Swing now, ask questions never.” policy that put her in harm’s way far more than she ever needed to be. The icing on this nasty, little cake, however, was that the good doctor stood back to watch them with the same intense interest one would give a documentary on the social behavior of laboratory rats. Escaping or not escaping, in danger of tearing into each other or not in danger at all, they were no more than an experiment to this and every other doctor in the place. Not humans to be respected, but subjects to be studied. If one failed to notice this fact in the expression on the faces of Parasych Park’s staff or their actions alone, it could always be seen in the eyes. Lit with curiosity or narrowed in thought as they pondered new and better ways to exploit the patients, it was all too clear in their eyes. Tanasha was more amused than surprised by the sudden urge to take up a pen from Dr. Berlin’s desk and stab those watchful eyes out. Violent tendencies certainly weren’t out of place in the firestarter’s character, but it had been a long while since she had been so willing to act on them. When you were in for life either way, maiming the staff became more sport and less criminal offense.

For once, Tanasha was going to focus on the task at hand and not let herself get distracted by the many things threatening to distract her. Getting the hell out of the hospital with Crash in tow would be enough of a victory and, for now, the doctor would keep her eyes. Willing that wicked, chilling smile back into position on her lips, Ta turned it on Dr. Berlin.:~:

“It’s not pretty now. They may stop me…or they may not. It’ll be a show either way, eh? Everyone likes a good death scene. Way I see it, Crash is in more danger on those f*cking drugs of yours than she’ll be on the outside. Angels aren’t meant to be caged. If God won’t bust her out then I will and I’ll light up any ass that gets between me and the exit. I’d take you as a hostage, but we both know they’d shoot you to hit me. Think about that.”

To Chayne…

“If we’re not moving fast enough for your Speedy, feel free to go ahead and get yourself blown up. What about her?”

:~:Tanasha sucked air in sharply to curb the slew of insults threatening to escape her lips with the hope of impaling and silencing the impatient tagalong. There would be guards flooding the building by now and their chances of finding an unsealed exit would be slimming down to nothing. With an arrogant wink to the doctor, she grabbed Crash’s arm to direct her attention and led her down one hall and then another on her way towards the guard’s station. Chayne was welcome to follow. Not only would many of the guards have abandoned the post but they also had their own entrance off the side of the building that let out into a lesser watched section of the grounds than the main entrance. Over the years she had come to find out that often this door was not properly closed thanks to the desperation of PP’s overworked, underpaid, nicotine-craving staff. Anyone willing to risk their neck trying to stop them would be dealt with quickly.:~:

[Rayn]

Following quickly behind the two females with a well-developed sprint, he started to doubt the capability of Tanasha finding an exit for the group to escape through. A quick-temper, as he has deducted over the years, is a result of uncertainty, anger, and desperation, and at the moment, she certainly had one. He concluded that the firestarter either had no idea where she was going, or she was just absolutely frustrated at the fact that she was now loosely responsible for another life.

"I really don't think that is going to happen." he replied distractedly.

"Never mind about the damn doctor, forget I even said anything." he said, still with a considerable amount of breath in his body.

With sweat dripping off of his nose and the green glow starting to dim, he continued following the duo, surprised that they still yet to have met any resistance. All of a sudden, a thought struck him with a force of a slap in the face. What if they were purposely not being encountered? What if they were telling the guards to keep at bay? Pondering those quesions then led to another question that popped into his head. Why would they want to study us? I thought this was a prison for those with "abnormal" powers.

Shaking his head, sending beads of sweat out of his hair and wiping his forehead to keep the sweat out of his flaming eyes, he cursed himself. He promised himself that he would never question "what if" again. What happened has happened. What is going to happen, is going to happen. Period. Clearing the thoughts out of his head, he stayed focus on Ta's movements, in case she changed direction.

[Dr. Berlin]

Ta's venomous aura didn't suprise her one bit. In fact, she stood not caring precisely because she would have the girl back in the hospital sooner or later, and she knew that once the firestarter was back in the walls of this hospital, after this display, she would take great pleasure in experimenting on her. She blinked slowly, still leaning against the door frame as she spoke into the hall to the patients trying to escape. She was about to close the door and lock it (ironically, a suggestion made by Ta earlier--and a good one too, it was well fortified and coated with fire retardant material) waiting for the door to close behind them when Ta snapped back at her.

“It’s not pretty now. They may stop me…or they may not. It’ll be a show either way, eh? Everyone likes a good death scene. Way I see it, Crash is in more danger on those f*cking drugs of yours than she’ll be on the outside. Angels aren’t meant to be caged. If God won’t bust her out then I will and I’ll light up any ass that gets between me and the exit. I’d take you as a hostage, but we both know they’d shoot you to hit me. Think about that.”

Of all the inumerable response-- curt, condescending, cutting, concerned, caring-- she chose to leave the more favored ones in her bag of tricks, responding with the same tone of cold, sterile interest. The fate of the "angel," as she put it, was now in Ta's hands, and she had no care of what would happen to them. She was simply distressed at losing valuable research because someone allowed the frogs to hop out of the box. She shrugged and motioned to the door. "By all means go. And yes, they probably would shoot me to get to you. You're that valuable. But go now... have a nice trip. I'll see you when you return, and I promise you, your return visit will be much less pleasant for all of you. And you don't have to be able to read minds to know that I am not bothered by that one iota. Good luck to you all... for your sakes, I hope you make it, or die trying."

She didn't wait for any further response, but closed the door sharply and from the hall they would be able to hear the bolts sliding in place. She turned from the door, her eyes narrowed only for a moment before she marched back around her desk, and dropped into the chair. The smattering of folders that were strewn across the desk almost made her laugh. She might as well burn them. What would come next, once this uprising was quelled, would never be spoken about beyond the walls of this hospital.

The human mind is a strange thing, and oftentimes it takes one single incident to remove any obstacles that keep the more moral and ethical parts of one's behavior in check. The confrontation, the strange string of meetings... the uprising itself. She no longer felt the need to present concern and withhold her more aggressive experiments. If they didn't want to get better and insisted in rebelling, only to potentially harm others and spread whatever choice disease they had, then there should be no gentle treatments. Truth was, the more "humane" treatments and experiments were yeilding slow results that frustrated her. Now she felt justified in changing her approach.

She opened a drawer on the side of the desk and with a few quick sweeps of her hands, shoved those file folders into the drawer, closing it without looking back. Her hand moved to the phone, and found the button she so rarely used. There were few people she actually answered to in the hospital. The board was a sham for something else, and she knew that there were things moving in the politics of running this hospital that were more than likely untoward. But she didn't care. She would get to do her work the way she wanted. She would show the world just how right Machiavelli was. She pressed the button that would connect her to her "higher up" and when the phone picked up, she sat back and propped her legs on the desk, kicking off her heels.

"Are you watching this on the live feed? I suggest deadly force for most of them... they're all intent on destroying everything we've worked on. I've locked myself in my office until this is over. And then..." She lit a cigarette, inhaled and twirled the white stick in front of her, watching the light dance through the spirals of smoke. " Then we open the G wing. Anyone in particular you'd like me to start with?"

((Cookie, I am assuming that you --the tower-- are her "higher up," as she's the doctor there and not a hired guard or manager of some kind. Find me on IM's or--perhaps easier for us both--PM's and we can talk... If it isn't you Cookie, then whoever it IS, please find me over PMs.))

[Domar]

Whix watched as the locusts ate away every plant in the room. He could almost hear them scream. He then felt a fury rising in him that he had only felt once before. "How dare you toy with me scum. You WILL DIE!" Since the last time he had been this furious he had needed to chant to use his powers, but what happened next occured with no chant. The stone above and below the insect man exploded sending shards of stone at the insect man. He then sent huge chunks of stone, from all over the room, at the same spot. At the same time Whix closed off all of the entrance ways to keep the insects away from the rest of the plants in Parasych. Whix was exausted from his onslaught and sank to his knees. He could knew that he would never be able to beat the insect man, but the attack was just a diversion. The entire building began to shake and Whix smiled. *If I'm going to die I will make sure that I kill "Him" too.* Whix was just about to bring the whole building down when he was hit with a memory.

(The Memory)*
"Whix, there is something I must tell you before you leave the village."
"What is it Grandpa?"
"You have always listened well to what I have taught you about the Earth Mother, but when you hear of people cutting down forests and poluting river you become more angry than I have ever seen you."
"That is because they are killing the Earth Mother and they do not care."
"That may be true Whix, but listen to me well one last time. There will be many people out there who do not care about Gaia and will be willing to kill her if it benifits them."
"Then I will destroy them before they can harm her!"
"No! You cannot do that for everyone of us, even those who hurt her, are her children and she would rather die than see her children die, just as all mothers do. Remember that when you see those people and choose what you do well."*

The shaking of the building stopped almost as suddenly as it started. Whix had forgotten about what his grandfather had taught him and here he was about to kill many innocent people just to get at one man. Whix looked back at all he had done after he left the village and saw nothing but bloodshed. "I'm so sorry Grandfather," Whix whispered to himself right before he collapsed and fell unconcious from overexertion.

[Catrux]

*Kirk*

"Toy with you? Shit, I'm just here to beat the hell out of you and get paid for it." Then stone began flying at Kirk, with quick movements he brought up an army of hercules and goliath beatles that would no doubt stop the onslaught from reaching him. Whix's attack wasn't too difficult to nullify but it was by far the most work Kirk had to do in a long time. Just as Kirk was about to step out of the cloud of dust and debris the room began to shake. Hmmm.....this is new. Was the only thought running through Kirk's mind. He wasn't overly concerned with the room collapsing since it really wouldnt take too much to keep it up long enough for him to get out.

Just as quickly as the room started shaking, it stopped. Kirk then walked out toward the man to find him collapsed and breathing heavily. With a quick kick, Kirk made sure Whix was unconsious before delivering him to a group of guards. After that was complete the guards told him he was no longer needed, the riot was under control.

With nothing else to do Kirk returned to his room.